ghostlywriter

Rachel sat in the hotel room, eagerly awaiting her lover. When the knock on the door came she opened it, but it wasn't him, it was his wife Fay standing there. Fay walked straight into the room and dropped a capacious shoulder bag near the bed. "Mrs. Landsdale–" Rachel started. "Shh. I'll speak first." Rachel was somewhat intimidated by Fay Landsdale. She was maybe ten years older than her, and had considerable presence. Rachel examined her warily. She was not as blatantly attractive as Rachel, but made appealing by her poise and stylish clothing. "So did you start working for my husband simply so you could fuck him?" Rachel recoiled. "Mrs. Landsdale, I haven't had sex with your husband!" "Oh, please, be honest. How long you have been sleeping with him?" "Nearly a year," Rachel admitted. "You didn't waste much time after you joined, then. Strip," Fay said sharply. Rachel found herself unzipping her dress and stepping out of it. "All the way," Fay said. "Mrs. Landsdale!" Rachel