It was a typical night in my house. After the kids had gone to bed, I tried to start some foreplay with my wife of fifteen years. But for the 1,162nd day in a row, she rebuked my advances claiming a headache and went to bed without so much as kissing me goodnight.
I stayed up, finishing my nightly ritual, watched a war or zombie flick, or two, surfed some porn sites looking for new fapping material, then spending some quality time with Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters. The only difference between tonight and the other nights was that the house was 92°F and about 4,000% humidity. Welcome to Florida in August.
My house was so hot because the AC had crapped out early in the day. I called the AC guy I knew from the VFW Post I belonged to. He promised that someone would be at my house first thing tomorrow. I had left my front door open to let the cooler night air into the house and had a few fans running, trying to move air so thick you could sell it by the slice. My front door faced West and with our street running East to West, the door didn’t face the street, making it unlikely that anyone could see into the house
I found a particularly arousing video that I hadn’t seen before. I slid my shorts down and started to massage my balls, as the hot young starlet with the perky breasts began to deepthroat a dick that appeared to be the size of my forearm.
As the starlet, who was identified as Dolly Little, bent over and began to get fucked from behind while standing, I began to stroke my hard cock, imagining that I was fucking this cute petite redhead. All too soon, the male talent was coating her freckled face with his cum. I soon followed suit, shooting ropes of white cream onto my Walking Dead tee-shirt. Feeling pretty good, I bookmarked the video, tossed my shirt into the laundry, and went to bed.
The next day the AC tech showed up and began to disassemble the AC. After a few minutes, he called me over. “What’s up,” I asked.
“Your air handler is dead and needs to be replaced.”
“How much?” I queried.
“This unit is original to this house, about fifty years old. The electrical connections aren’t up to code and need to be updated before we can fix the AC. Once you get an electrician, it should take a few hours and cost about $700.”
I called one of the electricians I knew from the VFW and he came to my house that day. He didn’t have good news.
“Your electrical panel was recalled in the early seventies. It needs to be replaced and we need to rewire your entire house. It should take three or four days and cost about three grand.”
I signed both contracts to get the work started. Now that I wasn’t going to be fighting the local church mouse for crumbs, I went out and bought a portable AC unit to keep my family from dying of heat exhaustion. This is where my story begins.
(·Y·) (·Y·) (·Y·)It was the fourth night without air conditioning and the electrician had promised he would finish tomorrow. I was sitting in my La-Z-Boy right next to the front door. The door was open as usual and a small industrial fan was blowing in the cool night air. I was fully reclined and naked, stroking myself while watching Brandi Love and Kiara Cole with some guy. It was pretty hot and I was getting close, too close. I closed my eyes to stop some of the stimulation so that I could cum as Brandi and Kiara got their standard porn facial.
As I slowed my strokes and took some deep breaths to delay my impending orgasm, I felt a soft hand grasp my cock. I smiled thinking my wife had come out of our bedroom, seen me, and took matters into her hands. I let go of my erection and let the female hand start to stroke me. I felt hair caress my thigh, which startled me because my wife had extremely short hair. Think Meg Ryan short. No way it could have brushed my leg unless she was resting her head on it.
My eyes shot open and there was a female, (thank god), I had never seen before, kneeling on the floor next to me. Her hand was wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking it. Her eyes watched my cock pulsate as her hand glided up and down. Her sparkling green eyes were focused on the glistening precum her ministrations were drawing out of me. The video ended, but I didn’t move, not sure of what to do.
She had to be about my age, maybe a few years younger. She was a MILF, with real curves like a 1950’s movie star. I groaned and she looked up. She saw that my eyes were open and she looked scared, but never stopped her exquisite handjob. She used the precum to lubricate my dick and kept stroking, focusing on the nerves just under the head for a bit then long slow strokes on the erect shaft.
I sat there and watched this fully dressed woman stroke my hard dick until I was about to cum. I tried to pull away, not wanting to speak and ruin the moment. She smiled and stroked faster and faster, pointing my cock at my belly until I couldn’t hold back anymore. White-hot cum erupted from my cock, landing on my shoulders and nipples. It was the best orgasm I’d experienced since I lost my cherry.
When she finished milking me, she stood up and left without a sound. I sat there covered in my cum, wondering if I had been dreaming or not. Standing up, I locked the door, took a quick shower, and went to bed.
The next day the electrician finally finished running new electricity throughout my house, so I had called the AC people and they promised to have someone out to my house before the close of business tomorrow.
That night, I was watching a different video with the door open and began to play with myself. Once I was erect and stroking myself the same lady entered my house and again dropped to her knees beside my chair, taking my shaft in her hand.
I sat there in stunned silence watching this attractive late thirty-ish, green-eyed, Rubenesque, female stroke my cock like it was normal. I let her take care of me as I watched a male stripper fuck some office worker while her friends cheered her on. This time, I shared my computer screen onto the TV so she could watch the staged hen party.
She started to glance at the 55″ LED TV hanging over my fireplace, as she timed her strokes to match the stripper’s thrusts. As his cum coated the secretary’s face, mine once again coated my chest. Then as my orgasm died out, she stood up calmly and left. I shook my head wondering if this was real or if my imagination was playing tricks on me.
In the morning, as I was walking my dogs, a black lab and a golden retriever, I saw my neighbor, the cop, outside mowing his lawn.
“Hey, Sal c’mere a minute will ya?”
I walked over to him, “What’s up sarge?”
“Not much brother, but I wanted to let you know we’ve got a new neighbor in that ugly greenhouse. She seems nice, just moved here from Niagara Falls. I thought you might want to ask her to join the neighborhood watch,” he said.
“The one over on the curve,” I asked, pointing at the house in question.
“Yep.” He nodded before waving and pushing his lawnmower to finish up.
“Thanks,” I called after him, before taking Beau and Luke home. Once they were in the house, I walked over to the house in question and knocked on the door. When the door opened, we came face to face. I stood there speechless. I should have realized, I didn’t think about it, but I should have realized…I don’t know who’s face was redder. She looked at me like a rabbit who was cornered by a snake. Words failed me and I turned to walk away.
“Don’t…don’t go…let…let me…explain…please,” she said softly.
Her whisper stopped me in my tracks. Slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch, I walked through her front door and into her house. She closed the door behind me as I sat down in a recliner.
She entered the room and froze looking at where I’d chosen to sit. “It’s weird to see you sitting in a recliner fully dressed…”
“It’s weird to have a stranger walk into your house and give you a handjob without speaking to you,” I replied, winking at her so she’d know I wasn’t upset.
She took a deep breath and sat down across from me. I looked her over. She was dressed in a light blue skirt that stopped just short of her knees. She was also wearing stockings and 3-inch heels. Her blouse was, well, it was sexy (‘cmon I’m a straight guy, I can’t describe women’s clothes), revealing just enough decolletage to be acceptable at work or on a first date. She sat demurely, her feet flat on the floor, knees together, and legs crossed at the ankles.”I just moved into this house a little over a week ago, after selling the house my husband and I bought as a wedding present to each other. We lived there together until the fucker ran off with all our money and his golf buddy. The shithead was gay. He only married me to get an inheritance from some old homophobic relative. Once he got the money he was off to San Francisco with his lover.”A single tear rolled down her cheek which she ignored. She visibly steeled herself and went on. “I sold the house and all the marital assets and am starting my life over. Several nights ago, I was too horny to sleep. I got out of bed to…to get…something and I saw…the way the street curves…I could see…I watched you…until I just had…had to…,” Her face turned even brighter red.”You can see into my house from here?” I asked puzzled.
She stood up and beckoned me to follow her. We walked into her bedroom and she gestured to the big bay window overlooking her front yard. I stood in front of the window and saw that with the way the street curved her bedroom window had a straight line of sight to my front door.
I realized that when she saw me, she was as desperate for human contact and to be found desirable, to be wanted…sexually, a feeling I knew all too well. When she saw me, her desire overcame her judgment and she took matters into her hand…so to speak.
I turned to look at her and asked, “You do know I’m married?”
At my words, she sat on her bed and began to cry. Sighing deeply, I sat next to her and put my hand on her back.
“I’m not mad, I enjoyed our interaction, but I don’t want to lie to you as your ex did.”
We sat on her bed for a while in silence, until she got control of her emotions.
“I’m sorry. I did know but…,” her voice trailed off.”What you don’t know is that my wife and I haven’t been intimate in over three years. My only sexual release has been my right hand. You did something for me, something I didn’t realize I needed. I’m extremely grateful.”
“So you’re not mad?” she asked, smiling at me through her tears.”Not only am I not mad, but I’m interested in future interactions of a more discrete and reciprocal nature,” I said, smiling as I took her hand in mine and gently kissed it.
Suddenly the air in the room got heavy as we both realized we were discussing having an affair while sitting on a bed.”Of course, nothing has to happen now,” I told her, standing up quickly, “But my AC won’t be fixed until tomorrow,” I said, winking at her. She winked back and salaciously licked her lips as I headed to the front door, chuckling.
Once my family was in bed that night, I stripped naked and started a CFNM video about some female art students drawing a nude male figure. As the girls began to fondle the model, I started to stroke myself and waited to see if my handjob fairy would call on me again.
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