Paul and Becky had been married for four years. Together a total of six years. He was never certain about her, but is anyone ever REALLY certain? So, he went for it. Big mistake. Year four with her, he knew he was in trouble.
She was lazy. Unhelpful. Selfish. Boring. He wanted to do things, travel, try new restaurants. She wanted to sit on the sofa and watch reality TV shows, order a pizza.
And when it came to sex, if it happened at all, she would just lay there. Typical.
Every Thursday, he rounded up the laundry and headed into the scorching hot basement, where he’d do his and her wash. She’d remind him, as the door was closing, not to dry her bras.
Well, there he was in the laundry room, Thursday. 9pm. And a woman walked in. A gorgeous, stunning brunette. She had to be a yoga instructor. She was bubbly and cute and he was instantly attracted to her.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” she mumbled as she tossed in two loads. She had a wedding ring on her finger, too.
“No help from the husband?”
“That lazy bastard?” She said. “No.”
“Same,” he said. “Wife, though.”
“Ah, well, you’re sweet to do her laundry.”
“Same goes to you,” he said. “I’m Paul.”
“Summer,” she said.
They shook hands and within seconds, her bottom lip was shaking.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
There was a wood bench in the laundry room. He sat her down and she hugged him and wept.
“I thought I’d be happy if I was married,” she said. “I’m miserable. So miserable. This isn’t the life I wanted.”
“I understand,” he said as he held her.
Paul was a muscular, thick man with an equally thick beard to match. He had short, stylish hair and piercing blue eyes.
Within seconds, Summer pressed her lips into his. They kissed passionately before she pulled back.
“Sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry …”
“I understand,” he said. “It’s okay. Our sex life sucks, too. I’m in the same position you’re in.”
“Well, I’d invite you up for a quickie,” she said with a chuckle. “But he’s upstairs.”
He pointed to a door in the laundry room.
“What’s in there?” She asked.
“Bathroom and utility closet for the maintenance crew.”
“Is it … open?”
“Only one way to find out.”
They got up and spun the knob. The door swung open. They looked at each other and smiled before stepping inside and shutting the door behind them. They kissed, ripped each others clothes off. He slipped his fingers down her panties and rubbed her clit.
She groaned. It’d been so long since a real man grabbed hold of her. He hoisted her onto the sink and ripped her panties with his hand.
“Oh, Jesus!” She whispered.
He grabbed a bucket, flipped it upside down and sat down before her neatly trimmed pussy. He pressed his mouth into her and tongued her lips, pushing them apart, sliding himself in and out of her wet pussy. She groaned as he inched his tongue higher and higher until it danced around her clit.
“Fuck,” she whispered as she unhooked her bra and clutched her breasts, pinching her nipples as he ate her out.
“He put a finger inside of her pussy and did the “come hither” motion as he tongued her, running his left hand across her rippling abs. She was tight, muscular, beautiful.
“I’m cumming,” she said as he tongued and fingered her harder.
She writhed on the rim of the sink and slid off as Paul stood up. She landed perfectly on the bucket, his cock before her open mouth.
“Oh,” she said as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. It’d been a long time since she had a dick in her mouth, but she hadn’t forgotten how to suck a cock.
She spat on him and sucked and slurped as she jerked his cock into her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, sucking, jerking.
“Your cock feels so good,” she said as saliva dripped from her chin.
“Let me fuck you,” he said.
He hoisted her back onto the sink and pressed himself into her. Her eyes grew wide. Something about the position on the rim of the sink and his size to her small petit frame – he was on her g-spot.
“Right there,” she said. “Fuck me right there.”
He slid out and pushed himself back in. Her eyes grew wide. She rubbed her clit as he pushed in and out. He griped her right breast and slid in and out. She was soaking wet. Dripping onto the floor.
He pumped away, locking eyes with her. Lost in the moment.
“Shh,” she said as he grunted.
He grinned as he put a hand over his mouth. It sounded like someone else had entered the laundry room.
“From behind,” she whispered as she slid off the sink, stood on the bucket and bent over. She had the tightest little perfect asshole. He wanted it.
He put his cock in her pussy and slid his finger towards her asshole.
“Can I?” He asked.
“Don’t ask, just do it,” she said.
He spat onto her asshole and shoved his thumb inside of her.
“Christ!” she howled.
He pumped from behind until he was close to cumming.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? I can feel your cock swelling.”
He thrusted harder and harder, slamming into her g-spot until her knees buckled with orgasm. He held her hips and continued to pump himself into her until he drained his load deep inside of her.
She slid onto the floor and put a hand over her mouth as she caught her breath.
He stood, watching her writhe with pleasure on the floor. Naked.
He grabbed his clothes and dressed slowly, extending a hand to help her up from the floor.
She stood, spread her legs and held her hand out under her cunt.
“Gotta get rid of the evidence,” she said as his cum slipped out of her and into her palm. He watched as his load filled her hand.
“That’s a lot of cum,” she said.
He nodded. “We don’t fuck anymore,” he said with a frown. Ah, and just like that, it was back to reality until she did something he hadn’t expected. Instead of plopping his load into the sink and rinsing it down the drain, she held it up to her mouth and tongued it up.
“Meow,” she said, as she purred and slurped his jizz into her mouth, swallowing it.
“Jesus,” he said.
“So,” she asked as she pulled on her yoga pants. “You do laundry every Thursday at 9?”
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