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I gripped the steering wheel of my SUV so tight my knuckles turned white. I was holding back my overwhelming desire to explode, and all I wanted was to scream out at the top of my lungs; I hate my life.I turned my head to look at my seven-year-old daughter Mellisa; it took all my strength to not just scream at her right now. But in my most calming and relaxed mommy voice, I said."Honey, how many times has Mommy told you to put your ballet shoes back in your backpack when you have finished practising at home?"I turned on my indicator and did a U-turn to return to the house to get my daughter's ballet shoes. We were already fifteen minutes late for the school run; I didn't need this shit today of all the mornings; today, I needed to be at work on time."You are such a little turd! Now I'm going to be late for school as well," my eleven-year-old son Jackson said to his sister."Mommy, Jackson just called me a turd," Mellisa screamed and now beginning to cry."Jackson, for fuck sake, you aren't helping," I screamed as I tore back up our street to get Mellisa's fucking ballet shoes.The shock of hearing me swear, stopping them both dead in their tracks; you could count on one hand the amount of times they had heard me use the F word. But I was no longer in the mood to listen to their squabbling.Dan, my husband, and I fought again this morning before he left for the airport on another bloody business trip. My oldest daughter Kylie had thrown a temper tantrum at breakfast when I made her change her clothes. The skirt she had been wearing was not appropriate for a fourteen year old to be wearing to school. It barely covered her ass.And to top it all off, I had a sales report due at work, and it wasn't finished, so yeah, right now, I hated my life. I sat tapping my bright red gel nails on the steering wheel while Mellisa went in to get her ballet shoes."Mom, what is she doing in there? She has been gone for ages," Jackson said, and he was right; she was taking too long.I held my hand on the horn, blasting it a couple of times, eventually she finally came out holding her shoes."God, your such a pain in the butt, turd face," Jackson said as Mellisa got in the car."Mommy, Jackson called me a turd face again," Mellisa screamed, starting to cry her bloody crocodile tears again.I'd had enough. Jamming the car in reverse, I tore out onto the road reversing right into the rear door of a brand new Range Rover parked behind me on the street. I swear that it wasn't there when we pulled into my drive. The car stopped suddenly, on impact, sending my coffee in the cupholder flying, drenching my white silk blouse and skirt.It was the last straw. I screamed at the top of my lungs before I burst into tears. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't deal with the fucking kids, my job or Dan, my husband being a complete and utter prick. They all seemed to be working against me, to drive me insane; that was it they wanted to see me put away in a madhouse somewhere.There was a tap on my driver's window. I looked up, and through the tears pouring out of my eyes, I saw an incredibly handsome man, maybe mid-fifties. His hair was salt and pepper grey, and he had big, beautiful, kind blue eyes.It was as if time had stood still, for a second, yes I could hear Melissa screaming in the back and Jackson screaming at her to shut up, and I vaguely heard Jackson also say, ?Holy shit, dad's going to kill you for wrecking the car,? but my mind was saying, Where did this gorgeous angel of a man appear from?And then, just like that, the slow-motion stopped, and reality kicked back in. Turning in my seat, I looked at both the kids.?Are you two ok, you?re not hurt, are you? And Mellisa, unless you are hurt, stop screaming; it's just a tiny fender bender. Ok, you are fine," I said, undoing my seatbelt and opening my door."Are you ok?? The handsome guy said to Ümraniye Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) me as he took my hand and helped me out of the car, his touch sending a shot of lightning through my entire body."Yes, I'm fine, but I better check my kids,? I said, smiling at him, which seemed ridiculous considering I had just crashed into his car.I opened Mellisa's door and hugged her. She was fine. Jackson was already out of the car and masterfully assessed the damage and wrote a report in his head to tell his father what a shit driver his mother was.I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned and looked directly into those damn eyes; what was it with this guy and his beautiful damn eyes and those perfect white teeth. Christ, he could be on the cover of GQ magazine; he was that handsome."Are you sure you and the kids are ok," he asked again, sounding genuinely concerned."Yes, we are fine, but I'm not so sure about the car," I said, looking at my rear fender hanging down on the ground and tail lights smashed all over the road."Yes, I think it will need to be towed, or if you can move it may be I could put it back in your drive for now, so we aren't blocking the road?" He said. I just shook my head in agreement. As I watched my entire day completely crash off the tracks like the train wreck, my life currently was."Hey, mister, you aren't thinking about moving mom's car, are you? You better not, not until we have taken some photos to prove you parked right behind us," Jackson said, sounding way more mature than I give him credit for."Um yeah, maybe that's a good idea," I said, reaching in and grabbing my phone from my handbag."Yes, of course, I assume my insurance will want some pictures for my claim," Mr Handsome said, taking out his phone as well.We both took several photos from different angles, and we started exchanging details. I found out his name was Anthony, and he was our new neighbour; having just purchased the empty house across the street, he had apparently just pulled up and was meeting the power company to reconnect the power when I hit his car.It was about then my darling seven-year-old decided to embarrass me even more than I already had when she pointed out that she could see my nipples through my silk blouse, which was now obviously transparent from the lukewarm coffee that had splashed all over me."Mommy, I can see your boobies. Why is your shirt all wet?" She said, looking directly at my breasts.I looked down and was horrified. Of all the days I had chosen to wear a transparent underwire bra, it was today when I ended up covered in coffee. Making my white silk blouse completely transparent, so there I was talking to a man that could have been a retired Chippendale dancer, with my tits on full display. I just wanted a hole in the ground to open up and swallow me.Mellisa was right. You could indeed see my dark, thick, now very erect nipples very clearly. The fact that she had just blurted it out in front of Anthony had made his eye suddenly divert directly to my mostly exposed breasts. But being a gentleman, he turned away and began to move my car, which for the most part seemed to have come off worse than his. With my car now back in the drive, I went inside to change into some fresh clothes.I called work and the school to explain the situation. I didn't need to call Dan. He called me! Screaming and yelling after Jackson had so nicely let his father know I had wrecked the car before I had the chance. After his rant this morning before he headed to the airport, Dan was the last person I was going to be lectured by today, so I simply hung up on him.Anthony was kindly waiting for me outside, in the drive."Helen, I have taken a good look at my car, and it's really just the door; it's quite drivable. Please let me drop the children at school and you at your work. The power guys have Ümraniye Escort Bayan (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) just left; the power is on, and the removal company isn't due until later today. It's the least I can do in the situation.?I looked at him and his beautiful kind eyes and figured what choice did I have and besides, he was going to be our new neighbour, so probably not a serial killer."Ok, that would be great thank you, Anthony," I said as I grabbed my reports and handbag from the front seat of my car."Great, but please call me Tony. All my friends do," he said as he flashed me the gorgeous smile with those perfect teeth.As I climbed up into the lush interior of the Range Rover, I again felt exposed when I caught Tony looking at the lace tops of my stocking-clad legs. I had changed my blouse, bra and skirt, but the skirt I had chosen was decidedly shorter than the previous one. And as I sat down, it had slid up, exposing the tops of my stay-ups.I lifted up and pulled my skirt down as much as I could, but it wasn't enough to conceal the better part of my exposed thighs.I looked at Tony, and he just smiled. I got this tingling sensation through my entire body. Knowing he was checking my legs out, I could feel my pussy reacting as my panties suddenly became very moist.After we had dropped the kids at school, Tony headed to my work under my instruction of where it was. On the way, he drove through a Mac Donald's to replace the coffee I had worn earlier."Sorry for staring at your legs before; it's just my late wife only ever wore stockings, never pantyhose, and seeing your beautiful stocking clad legs bought back some very fond memories for me," he said as we sat in the drive-through cue."Oh, You lost your wife, Tony? I'm so sorry to hear that. Was it recently?" I asked, forgetting all about his roving eyes."Two years ago, she had cervical cancer. We found out way too late to do anything about it. She was gone within five months of the diagnosis. It's why I moved back out East. I thought it was time to move on with my life, and I'm from around this area originally, so I have come back to open my new practice," he said as he again glanced down at my legs. Subconsciously causing me to slide down in the seat a little bit to expose a little more of my lace covered thighs."Oh Tony, I'm terribly sorry for your loss that must have been so hard on you, to lose your wife and so young as well," I said, feeling genuinely sad for him."Thank you, Helen. I appreciate the sentiment, but we had a good life together, and I know she is in a better place now," Tony said, looking at me with his beautiful eyes.I know I go on about Tony's eyes, but I feel myself melting a little more every time I look into them, God he was so fucking good looking."You mentioned you were opening a practice here. Are you a doctor?" I asked."No, I'm a dentist. I'm looking for a practice manager if you know someone that might be suitable. Or maybe you would like to work for me," he said smiling."That wouldn't be a good idea," I mumbled under my breath, apparently loud enough that he heard."Oh, and why wouldn?t that be a bad idea?" He asked, catching me off guard as it was meant to be more a thought than a statement.Looking at him, a little shocked he had heard me, I knew exactly why that would be a bad idea. Because we would be fucking like rabbits every day. But I could hardly say that now could I."Because friends and family should never work together. Isn't that some sort of a rule," I managed to get out, realizing just how wet my pussy was becoming the more I talked to him."Oh, you consider us friends already. I like that. And I like you, Helen," Tony said with a beaming smile.Oh God, he just said he likes me. Calm down, Helen, you just met the man. He is being friendly, that's all. You are a married woman with three kids, Escort Ümraniye (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) It doesn't matter that just looking at this Adonis of a man is making your panties soaking wet.We pulled up out the front of my office building, and Tony put his hand on my hand as it rested on the centre consul."What time would you like me to pick you up," he asked.Again, my entire body was hit with that electric shock, that special spark l hadn't felt for years. His touch instantly turned my stomach into butterflies."What? No, you don't have to do that. You have the removalists coming today. No, I will order an Uber, Tony. But thank you for your kind offer," I said, wanting to lean over and kiss him for his kindness and after what I had done to his car."It wasn't an offer. I will pick you up; your car is wrecked. I feel responsible I should never have parked across your drive; it's the least I can do. And besides, I enjoy your company; it really has been a pleasure driving you to work," Tony said, looking directly at my legs again and then back up to my eyes.I have no idea what came over me, but I leant over, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then I got out of the car, purposely giving him a good flash of bare skin above my stockings as I climbed out. Leaning back into the car, I said."4:00 pm; I finish at 4:00 pm, and thank you, I'm not sure why I'm even telling you this, but I like you too, Tony," I said, closing the door and giving him my sexiest walk a married mother of three can give as I sashayed away from the car.I reached the front door to the office. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Tony was still there watching me the entire way."Helen, are you ok? I heard what happened! Is the car badly damaged?? Tania, the receptionist, said as I walked through the reception foyer."Yes, great, everything is just great, thanks," I said as I breezed through the foyer with a spring in my step, feeling giddy with lust.I made a direct beeline for the ladies restroom, as my panties were soaking wet and uncomfortable. I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down, wiping the crotch with toilet paper. My goodness, I thought I hadn't been this wet in, well... forever.Curious just how wet I was, I ran my fingers through my pussy lips before pushing two fingers inside my dripping gash, instantly causing my pussy to gush even more juices over them. Sitting on the toilet, I discarded my panties, and with one hand, I began thrusting two fingers deep in my pussy; with the other one, I rubbed my erect, sensitive clit. Within less than a minute, I was moaning my way through the most incredible orgasm I'd had for a long time.And yes, the entire time, I imagined my fingers were Tony's thick hard cock, plunging into me as he roughly pushed me over the bonnet of his car. Taking me from behind, not even asking me, just taking me because he wanted me, desired me. Making me his married slutty whore."What the fuck is wrong with me? Jesus Christ, Helen, get a grip on yourself," I said out loud, not even thinking anyone would hear me."Is that you, Helen? Are you ok?" I heard Carol, my best friend at work, ask me.Oh shit, I didn't know anyone else was in here. Oh my, I hope she hadn't heard my moans of ecstasy as I finger fucked myself like a teenage girl earlier."Hi Carol, yes, it's me. I'll be out in a sec," I said, now red-faced with embarrassment."It sounded like you were in pain! I heard about the car this morning. Are you sure you're ok?" Carol asked, concerned I was hurt.I quickly picked up my panties and stuffed them in my handbag, pulling my skirt back down as I opened the toilet stall door. I was still smoothing down my skirt as I came out. Now Carol and I know each other exceptionally well, and we know each other's darkest secrets. For instance, I know that even though she is married with kids, she is currently fucking our boss.So it came as no surprise when she saw me; she knew something was up."OH my God, Helen, you just had a wank in the loos, didn't you? I thought you were hurt or something, you dirty bitch, spill the beans. What has you all hot and horny so early in the morning?" She said, slapping my ass as I went to the sink to wash my hands.