My Husband Sent Me To Collect The Rent

Title: “My Husband Sent Me To Collect The Rent”

The Russian blonde standing in front of our door came as a surprise. I wasn’t expecting a new tenant to move in, especially not a gorgeous woman in her early thirties with curves that didn’t quit. Her long, platinum hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that could make even a priest sin. Piercing blue eyes, full red lips, high cheekbones—she was breathtaking.

She flashed me a dazzling smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. “Hello, I’m Natasha,” she purred in a heavy Russian accent. “Your husband, he send me to collect the rent.”

I blinked in confusion. My husband, the ever-reliable accountant, had never mentioned taking on a new tenant. In fact, I was pretty sure he’d never met her before. But there was something about Natasha that made me want to forget about London’s fog and let her into our little home.

I stepped aside to let her in, my eyes wandering over her curves as she sauntered past me. She wore a low-cut blouse that strained against her ample bust, and a tight pencil skirt that hugged her voluptuous ass. Her long legs, clad in sheer black stockings, seemed to go on for miles.

“Thank you,” she said as she glided into our living room, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. She perched on the edge of the sofa, crossing one stocking-clad leg over the other, and waited for me to take a seat across from her.

“I’m sorry, but there seems to have been a mix-up,” I said, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. “My husband didn’t mention收集 rent with a new tenant.”

Natasha’s ruby lips turned up in a coy smile. “Oh, but he did,” she replied, leaning back against the sofa and letting her blouse fall open just a bit more. “He say you need tenant, and I need place to stay. It work out good, no?”

I nodded, feeling a bit lightheaded. The room suddenly felt very warm. “Yes, of course,” I managed to say. “I’m just surprised he didn’t mention it to me.”

Natasha leaned forward, her blouse gapping open to reveal the tops of her breasts straining against a lacy bra. “He busy man, yes? Always working late. He say you understand.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not the tantalizing sight of her cleavage. “Yes, he is,” I agreed. “Work comes first, as they say.”

She stood up, uncrossing and crossing her legs again in a slow, deliberate movement. “He say you need tenant, so you understand why I here. But also, he say you need something else too.” She reached out and ran a perfectly manicured finger down my arm. “Something only I can give you.”

I shivered at her touch, my cheeks flushing with heat. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. “He say you lonely. Say you miss…” She paused, letting the word hang in the air between us. “Attention.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I…I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered, even though I knew exactly what she was implying.

She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I think you know,” she murmured. “Your husband, he tell me everything. He say you want…” She bit her lip, letting out a soft moan. “Someone to make you feel good again.”

I couldn’t breathe. could barely think. All I knew was that I wanted her—this stunning, sexy Russian stranger—to do all sorts of wicked things to me.

As if reading my mind, Natasha reached out and cupped my face in her hands. “Let me make you feel good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. “Let me be what you need.”

And then she was kissing me, her lips soft and firm against mine, her tongue darting out to tease my mouth open. I moaned into the kiss, melting against her as she pulled me closer. Her hands roamed over my body, deftly unbuttoning my blouse and sliding it off my shoulders.

I gasped as she pulled back, my blouse falling to the floor. “Your husband,” she purred, running a finger down the swell of my breasts. “He say you have beautiful body. He right.”

I blushed at the compliment, arching into her touch as she cupped my breasts through my lace bra. “Natasha,” I breathed, my head falling back as she kissed and nibbled at my neck.

She chuckled, low and sultry. “Shh,” she whispered. “No need to speak. Just let me…ynn.”

The rest of our clothes fell away like confetti, until we were skin against skin, the heat of our bodies mingling together. She pushed me down onto the sofa, her hands and mouth exploring every inch of me. When she finally settled between my thighs, I cried out in ecstasy, my fingers tangling in her silky hair.

She ate me out like a woman starved, her tongue delving deep inside me before flicking against my clit. I buckled against her, my thighs clamping around her head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Afterward, we lay entwined on the sofa, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. “That was…” I panted, struggling to find the words.

“Amazing,” Natasha finished for me, a lazy smile playing on her lips. “Like I knew you would be.”

I laughed, fitting my body against hers like a puzzle piece. “You’re something else, Natasha,” I murmured. “I’m so glad my husband found you.”

She ran a finger down my chest, tracing the curve of my breast. “And I’m so glad he send me to collect收集 you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Because I think this is just the beginning of…something beautiful between us.”

I pulled her closer, already aching for her touch again. “Mmm,” I purred. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me.”

And as our mouths met in a searing kiss, I knew that my husband had been right all along. Natasha was exactly what I needed. And I was going to savor every moment of our new arrangement.

The End.

Word Count: 1000