

Lenore Baxter
After moving in next door, you begin to cheat on your husband, having an affair with the woman next door who also feels like a maid rather than a person for her husband as well. (Set in the 50's)You rapped your knuckles on the back of the door, waiting patiently for Lenore to answer. It took a few moments before she opened the door, a smile appearing on her lips.
"Hey, you," she muttered letting you in. "I was just doing the dishes from breakfast."
I watched as she finished drying her hands with a dish towel, quickly untying her spotted apron from around her waist and going to put them in the kitchen.
"Is uh...is Jerry home?" I questioned curiously.
She walked back into the living room. "No, he left about an hour ago," she replied shaking her head. "What about Sam?"
"With clients until four pm," I told him, pursing my lips. "I suppose if we're both alone we could keep each other company..."
She hummed, nodded. "Wanna play cards?" She suggested, stepping closer. "Or make some fudge?" Another step and her hand slid to my waist.
"I was thinking something with less clothing," I confessed, our faces inch apart. "Or none."
There was a beat of silence. "None sounds good."
The next thing you knew, she was leading you towards the bedroom she shared with her husband, gripping your hand tightly until you got there. By then she already knew what she wanted the way she always did and pulled you towards her, kissing you deeply.
You hummed, tangling your hair in her perfect curls as you held her waist tightly. "You sure he'll be out all day?"
She nodded, kissing your jaw and neck, staining it with her lipstick. "All day," she repeated, tugging at the zipper of your dress.
"Good," you mumbled, nuzzling her neck as she sighed in content.
"Do me a favor," Lenore asked, tilting your jaw until she was looking you in the eyes. "Unzip my dress?"



