The Deceiving Widower

Mr. Adams just hired a redhead barely out of high school to mind his kid. Gloria shows up looking cute and small-chested, fresh face still soft around the eyes. He starts with little things—buys her the same perfume his wife wore, picks out clothes that hug her like the ones hanging in the closet upstairs. Soon he’s brushing her hair the exact way, telling her to sit just so at dinner. Gloria catches the pattern late one night when he hands her his wife’s wedding band and asks her to put it on. She stares, jaw tight, but her body’s already warm, clit twitching at the crazy. He leans in, voice low, says he wants her as his wife. Next thing his hand’s up her skirt, fingers working that tight, dripping slit until she gushes all over his knuckles, legs shaking, the old man grunting like he just got his wife back from the dead.