Late Night Laundry

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Madeline went through the mental checklist in her head. "Okay, called Greg, door's locked, stove's off, Jacob's sleeping, toys are put away...Crap! What am I missing," she asked herself. She walked around the darkened condo trying to remember what she had forgotten to do. Her son Jacob was an early riser and would be up in a few hours, so she wanted to get to bed and get some sleep soon.

"The laundry!" Madeline forgot to get the laundry from downstairs. After putting Jacob to sleep with a story, she had curled up next to the fireplace for a story of her own. A couple of glasses of wine and the sexy adventures of her favorite heroine in the pages of her favorite novel series made her totally forget the clothes in the dryer.

She walked through the kitchen to the door that led to the stairwell they shared with the Landry family next door. She loved the condominium that she and her husband Greg purchased last year. It was originally built around 1910 and had lain dormant for years starting in the 1990s until it was purchased by developers that moved here as part of a revitalization of this area of the city. They took the old duplexes and developed them into condominiums. They kept the original fixtures, the hardwood floors, and the early twentieth-century styling, but improved the plumbing and electricity throughout the house while adding central heating and cooling. The location and unique architecture and design made it a wonderful place to host friends and their home provided a great conversation piece during awkward silences. They couldn't have asked for a better first home to start their family. The only downside was the shared stairwell that went downstairs to a creepy, musty basement that had separate large storage rooms at opposite ends of a larger room that housed washers and dryers for both families.

As she reached out and touched the brass knob to the kitchen door that led out to the stairwell, Madeline laughed at herself. She was about to walk out of the house with just a long t-shirt and panties. Her snickering only became more pronounced as she looked down at her pink furry slippers. Man, if Greg could see her now.

Greg Sanders couldn't though. Greg is a junior executive at one of country's larger marketing firms. Greg worked hard at his job and was very motivated to do well since leaving the Navy three years previous. After graduating from the Naval Academy, Greg did his time at sea and knew that it just wasn't for him. He pushed the headhunter that recruited him to get him back close to home where he grew up and quickly rose in the ranks of the company he landed in. He was especially motivated to succeed with the long shadow and scorn of his father hanging over him. His father was a career Naval Officer and coupled with Greg's older brother who was thriving as a naval aviator, his family was skeptical if not sick at his leaving the service. But Greg persevered and made believers out of them. The price, though, was long hours attending grad school at night to get his MBA and even more hours working at the firm.

With his busy schedule, Greg was lucky to have linked back up with his "Maddy". After graduating from university, she went to grad school to get her Master of Education degree. She returned home and became a very popular kindergarten teacher at the elementary school where they had both attended as kids. Greg walked into church his first weekend back home and was shocked to see her leading two dozen children from the church's sanctuary to the Sunday School classroom where she taught them hymns and Bible stories. Greg's eyes were locked to Madeline's flowing brown hair, tight rear end, and pert breasts accentuated by a white cotton sun dress with rose patterns painted on it. He couldn't help but notice the bra she was wearing barely concealed hardened nipples and he could plainly see the outline of her panties hugging her perfect hips and more perfect ass. Greg's mother leaned over, anticipating his question and answered, "No, she's not married Greg and no, she doesn't have a boyfriend. You know, Madeline's mother always asked about you while you were gone." At the end of Sunday Service, Greg asked her to dinner and seven months later, they were the perfect married couple.

Unfortunately, Greg's work kept him away often. This time it was a week in Chicago where he was meeting with executives from a breakfast sausage company that wanted Greg to retool their brand. Greg hated being away and Madeline hated him being away, but they were "paying their dues now so they could be comfortable later," they kept telling themselves. That night, Greg called from his hotel room and told his wife how much he missed her and she returned his sentiments. He talked about wanting to be home right then.

"Is Jacob asleep," he asked her.

"Yeah, about an hour ago," she replied.

"What are you up to now," he continued.

"Nothing. I'm probably going to just sit in your chair and read a book. Take some me time," she said.

"Oh yeah? What's the uniform," he inquired.

She smiled and replied, "Are you being naughty Greg? You know the last thing I need right now is you getting me all worked up. But if you must know, I'm wearing the last t-shirt that you wore before you left and the most unsexy Fruit of the Looms in history. Now, get to bed sailor, you've got a big day tomorrow!"

He laughed and said, "Okay my Maddy, I love you and will see you in a few days. Give the boy a kiss for me and keep get those Fruit of the Looms ready."

Madeline remembered the phone call as she looked down at her sleep attire again. She thought to herself again, 'if Greg could see me now, the laundry wouldn't be getting done tonight." Madeline knew she was sexy and quietly prided herself on staying fit. She returned to her original form after Jacob was born, a petite 5'3", 112 pounds with regular visits to the gym and watching what she ate—a difficult task while staying home for two years with the new baby.

She caught her reflection in the dining room mirror that stood opposite her, through the doorframe leading to the kitchen. She smiled and turned to her left and right, playing like she was a model. The conversation with Greg made her a little horny and the novel didn't help matters. Madeline slowly tugged the bottom of her t-shirt up and stared at the white cotton panties she was wearing. She couldn't help but notice the damp spot between her legs and giggled at herself that she had gotten that turned on. She let her right hand go under the t-shirt and rest on her left breast as she pressed her palm to her extended nipple. Her left hand rubbed her stomach just above her panty line. She parted her lips and took a staggered breath and moved her head to the left when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the red glow of the microwave clock that read "12:48". "Oh darn, the laundry!"

Not wanting to be caught by any of the Landry family, especially in her scantily-clad state, she tiptoed down the stairs toward the basement. She didn't turn on the stairwell light because she didn't want to be seen, but she dreaded the walk down to the basement as the darkness began to surround her. She was slightly relieved to see a dim light coming from the basement laundry room.

The Landry's storage room door was left unlocked and slightly open and its light was on. Madeline thought that she should close it, but then thought better of it, considering that the small amount of light it let out was better than turning on the large overhead light and potentially exposing herself to someone coming down the steps. She would pull the laundry, fold it in the dim light and close the storage room door and turn off the light for the Landrys when she was done.

She walked toward her dryer and reached for its door when she was startled by a whispered female voice. "I don't know Frank." It was Megan Landry, Franklin Landry's wife. Madeline stood about ten feet from the slightly-opened door to the storage room and dared to put her face into the stream of light coming out of the room.

There, leaning against the wall with her arms folded was Megan Landry in nothing but a black silk robe that ended just below the apex where her two legs met. Sitting across from her in an old leather recliner was Frank, her husband, with the back of his head to Madeline. Madeline had never seen Megan like this. Megan always seemed so conservative and reserved. She always wore unflattering dresses sure to cover her legs and her hair was always up. When she was more revealing, she would be wearing some frumpy jean shorts and a baggy, unflattering t-shirt. She and Madeline were cordial neighbors, but had never forged a close friendship over the year they had owned the house.

Megan was a few years old than Madeline. Her and Frank were probably around their mid-thirties she and Greg guessed. They were never mean or anything, but maintained a slightly aloof air about them. "Prim and proper," Madeline thought to herself. Seeing Megan like this, with her hair down, without her studious glasses and her lovely long legs exposed shocked Madeline a bit. Madeline could see her sultry brown eyes, framed by Megan's highlighted brown hair. Megan's makeup was a bit heavier than usual. Madeline walked her gaze up Megan's long, tanned white legs to the hemline of the silk robe that covered Megan's womanhood. Madeline stared at that area with her eyes wide open; expectantly, intently.

"C'mon Megan! We have come so far. You look absolutely gorgeous," Frank stated as he stood up, exposing his naked back to Madeline's eyes. Madeline had never noticed Frank's muscularity, but couldn't help but notice his strong-looking back that veed up to his striated arms. He was only wearing plaid boxers.

"You don't think they have fantasies too? They're a young, sexy couple. We haven't been the friendliest of neighbors and I think they would be relieved that we finally invited them to dinner with us. And I think once Greg sees you like this, he might be a little more open to the idea."

Frank's statement took Madeline aback. "What did he mean by that," she asked herself, though she could guess at the answer.

Frank continued toward his woman and Madeline noticed the outline of a smirk attempting to counter Megan's worried look. "Now, open your robe a little." A timid smile began to build on Megan's face as she started to tug at the lapels of her robe. She pulled them back to expose the top of her chest as Frank leaned down to plant small kisses below her neckline and down between her breasts. Frank then took his right hand and pulled the left lapel over Megan's left shoulder, allowing her left breast to become exposed.

Madeline Sanders was in a frightful shock. She was so intrigued, though, that she couldn't stop staring at the scene. Megan's left nipple was being sucked on by her husband who was leaning his strong, masculine body forward to take it in his mouth. Megan took her right hand and placed it behind Frank's black-haired head and pressed him forward to her breast. Megan closed her eyes and tilted her head back as her breathing became unsteady. Frank's then pushed the right side of Megan's robe off her right shoulder and both her breasts were now exposed to him. He began to alternate sucking on Megan's exposed nipples as she breathed deeper and deeper. The robe bunched up at her waist being held up by the robe's tie, but had split exposing lacy black panties.

Madeline's left hand ignored her state of shock and started to rub her stomach. Her right hand reached up to her right breast and started to rub it through her t-shirt.

Frank asked Megan, "do you like that baby?"

"You know I do Frank," Megan responded.

"Call me Greg," Frank said as he pulled Megan's black lace panties to the side and knelt before his wife. She put her right leg over his left shoulder as he used his hand to spread her lower lips and started to gently lick her clit.

"That feels so fucking good...Greg." When Megan called Frank Greg, visions of her husband Greg eating out her neighbor began to race through Madeline's head. It caused a mixed feeling in her, but her pussy reacted instantly, as its walls began to flow her love juice. Her hand left her stomach and ran under the waistband of her white cotton panties. Madeline watched the scene in the storeroom and as she began to stroke her wet pussy lips and swollen clit, she imagined Greg, not Frank, tucked between Megan's legs.

"Fuck me Greg," Megan cried out. Frank began to push her backwards into the swing that hung in the storeroom's center, something that Madeline had not noticed previously. As she settled into the bucket seat of the swing, Frank tore at the lace panties like an animal. Megan still had the silk tie around her waist as she lay with her legs spread wide for her role-playing husband.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you Maddy." When Frank said this, Madeline gasped to herself, but didn't stop trying to relieve the heat and pressure building up in her pussy. Their dirty words and the thought that her neighbors were imagining fucking her and her Greg caused her to shudder with pleasure. She put first her index finger, then added her middle finger to the assault of her pussy, pushing into her vagina and curling them to stroke her g-spot. Her right hand let go of the shirt and it fell over her panties, so in frustration, Madeline pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. Her free hand went straight to her clit. She couldn't believe she was standing in the open laundry room in just her panties and masturbating to the scene in front of her. Droplets of her pussy juices pooled at her knuckles and dropped to the floor as she tried to quiet her heavy breathing.

Megan had pushed Frank's boxers just down over his muscular ass, which was now flexing each time he pumped into his wife. "You like that big cock in you Maddy? I always knew you weren't that innocent. Are you my little whore," Frank hissed through clenched teeth.

"Yes, I'm your fucking whore Greg. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cum in my ass!" Megan whined aloud.

"Oh my goodness, mmm," whimpered Madeline quietly as she started to lose her balance. She knelt in a squat because of her weakened knees, but took a cue from Megan's exclamation and took her lubed left index finger and pushed it into her anus. She had never done anal, but this situation was pushing her past any inhibitions. She was fingering her pussy and using her palm to rub her clit with one hand, while moving a finger from the other in and out of her ass. Her panties were now down at her knees, tucked away as she squatted near to the floor.

Frank reached out his right hand and grabbed the top of Megan's hair and pulled her roughly out of her sex swing. Megan allowed a whimper to escape that was quickly silenced as Frank pushed his stiff, seven inch dick past her lips. He began pumping Megan's face while holding the sides of her head like they were hips. After only a few strokes, he began to cry out as he held Megan's face against his pelvis. She pushed herself back as her eyes widened and the first squirt entered her throat. Now free, spurt after spurt ensued as Megan tried to catch her breath. Huge white splotches of cum landed on her eyes, her nose, and her chin.

This pushed Madeline over the edge. She had never seen anything so dirty and imagining it was her with her face being fucked by Frank made her start to shudder as an orgasm ripped through her. She was wrapped in what she was watching, the feeling of juices dripping from her hand, the smell of her musty pussy spread open as she pumped it with her fingers, and the faint smell of shit on her left hand. Madeline, Greg's sweet, innocent Madeline couldn't help but cum the most intense orgasm of her life after experiencing the most intense sexual experience of her life.

"I love fucking you Greg," Megan said giggling as she squinted because of the cum pooled in her eyes.

"Let's go upstairs so I can clean you up Madeline," Frank laughed as he pulled up his boxers. He helped Megan up and held her hand as they walked out of the room. He pulled the drawstring that turned off the bulb above them and the dark was striking until their eyes adjusted.

Madeline panicked as they came out of the room. Their backs were turned to her as they stopped to lock the door. Madeline stood up and pulled back against the wall, into a shadow. She held her breath as she looked down to her glistening pussy and hands highlighted by a little light coming through the one basement window. Her "unsexy" white cotton Fruit of the Looms were still wrapped around her knees.

She listened as Megan said, "Alright, you convinced me. I'll call Madeline tomorrow to set something up for after Greg returns."

Frank responded, "You won't regret it and nor will they. I'm going to give that little lady the fuck of her life and Greg's going to love the taste of your sweet ass."

"Calm down. They have to say yes first," Megan replied.

Madeline's fear of being caught began to subside as the Landrys climbed the stairs. She took a deep breath and then exhaled, laughing inwardly at how crazy the night had become. "What the hell do I say when she calls," she wondered.

Then she whispered, "Man, the laundry's NOT getting done tonight."