The doorbell rang just as she was stepping out of the shower. Hurriedly she wrapped herself in a towel and dashed down the stairs, leaving small wet spots on the plush carpet.

Standing on tiptoe she peered through the peephole at her unexpected but always hoped for guest.

Ed stood patiently, but not too patiently outside her door. He was wearing a suit, which was somewhat unusual for him, and whistling a tune she couldn't hear as he looked around her front yard. She watched him for a minute, enjoying the luxury of observing him unseen, the towel, forgotten, piled on the floor about her feet. her left index finger idlely tickling her excited clit.

She watched him and remembered all the times he had taken her, pictured him taking her right there, on the rug in the front hall, the second she opened the door, the second he saw her and whistled, and pushed her back, naked onto the floor.

They would both work feverishly removing that silly suit, pushing off the jacket, loosening the tie, unbuttoning the shirt, unbuckling and unzipping the pants, pulling them off, pulling him in, her short legs wrapped around his broad back, her small body completely covered by his much larger frame.

She could feel it. She could feel him plunging deep inside her, could picture it, his naked ass rising and falling over her, her small, long, breasts crushed beneath him, her short dark hair against the carpet. She rubbed herself harder, thinking of how they would look all wrapped up, lost in their passion, here in her very own front hall.

Or perhaps they would stay standing. Perhaps he would grab her arm and twirl her around, slamming her back into the door as it closed behind him, lifting her up effortlessly, holding her against it with his body as he kissed her, as they undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. Her legs would wrap around him and he would enter her, riding her up on his cock, thrusting into her madly, their mouths locked in ecstasy, his shirt, tie, and jacket still on, but in disarray.

Totally absorbed in the image she leaned back against the door, her legs spread wide, her finger thrusting in and out of her small, tight, hot went cunt, her palm rubbing against her clit, her other hand pinching her erect nipples, until she came with a cry and collapsed to the floor sobbing uncontrollably with pleasure.

Ed, who was still standing outside, decided finally that nobody was home, shrugged, and walked off, whistling, to try another door and find another housewife.