Disgruntled housewife: part 1.

⬇️ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️

° Infidelity
° Online infidelity
° Gangbanging/trains
° Dead bedrooms
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It was a warm and balmy afternoon, cicadas ground out their fierce mating call in droves and it compounded the fact that summer had indeed settled in,

Celeste was at the kitchen sink, the sun pouring through the open window and dappling over her milky pale skin. Of course accompanying that trait was also the slight intolerance to the more angry heat of the summer rays, pulling the laced blinds across with a dainty hand she snapped out of her daydream and finished cleaning up the two cups that had just been used, the house smelled of freshly ground coffee beans.

She wore a long sun-dress today, it was a modest design with a full length skirt, long sleeves and the softest cotton that moved with the slightest of breezes, it was modest in design.. up until that point, the top half had an ample clevage that corseted down the front and accentuated the firm pale mounds that threatened to overflow at any moment should she dare move too swiftly. her spouse was about to make his way out the door any moment now- a cursory peck of a kiss to the forehead and a little squeeze around the small of her back was all to be expected in the way of affection when it came to Andrew, even when departing for extended company trips.