“This should have been fixed months ago,” she mutters under her breath as the faucet, yet again, begins to leak. She recounts her husband, Eric, promising that he would take care of it before the holidays. But here we are, mid December, and she’s still dealing with it. She doesn’t remember the last time her husband touched a tool… aside from his own. He seems much more interested in touching his alone than than ever touch her. But that’s not the problem at hand, she thinks. This faucet will be dealt with today! When Eric leaves for work she will be calling a plumber. She’s had the card of a local handyman atop their dresser for weeks and Eric has not noticed- or doesn’t seem to care. Much like the new lingerie she has been wearing to spice things up in the bedroom, it has been largely ignored.
Eric leaves for work. A measly peck on the cheek and a rehearsed “I love you, too” and he’s gone. Time to get to work! She plans to surprise Eric by taking the initiative by fixing the faucet herself and then greet him from work with the newest addition to her lingerie collection. Something he can’t ignore. She’s seen his search history for his “long showers” and knows what he’s into now.
But first things first, she needed to call the handyman. Bryce’s Home Repair. Simple, yet descriptive she laughs to herself. She dials the number. It rings…and continues to ring…until finally the line switches to a voicemail box. The message, a self recording by a deep voiced man with a slight southern accent, says: “Thank ya for callin’ Bryce’s Home Repair. I’m busy right now but leave the information for your problem and I’ll call you back!”
Great, she thinks to herself with an eyeroll, not getting this done today. Nonetheless she gives the information: “Hello. My faucet is leaking and I realllly need to get it fixed. I’m at 5032 Mabel Lane. Looking forward to your call!”
A polite message, but she didn’t have high hopes. She knew a repairman this time of year was going to be a stretch. At least she can try to salvage her plans and surprise Eric with the rest of her plan.
She showers, shaving her legs and intimate areas smooth, just how he likes it. She bathes in his favorite smell, a melon body wash he always comments on how much he likes it. Her hair is straightened and she flips it to the side, mimicking the scene style of her youth. She slips on the real showstopper. An ensemble complete with fishnet leggings barely covering her cheeky black panties. A black tule miniskirt, shorter then the panties themselves, and a plunge cut lace top that hugs her curves and exposes her breasts beneath its sheer fabric. She lotions her body up, her whole body smooth and soft. Ready for his touch. How can he resist? She had gone through such lengths to look like the girls he searches on Pornhub. If that’s what he’s into, that’s what she will give him.
All she has to do now is wait. She leaves a note on the front door for Eric to see when he gets home. “Come to the bedroom. I’ve got a job for you ❤️” He will get the hint.
She lays down on her bed, she had a few hours to kill before he arrives. She scrolls through Tik Tok and as she watches the sexy videos that the app seems to curate for her, she dozes off to sleep.
She wakes to the sound of a car pulling up the driveway, footsteps up the walkway, the screen door creaking open. Showtime! She strikes her sexiest “I’m sleeping” pose and waits for him to make his way to her. The entry door closes. She hears foot steps approaching the doorway. She is trying to remain calm and pretend to be aloof. That is until she heard a familiar voice, a low voice with a southern drawl: “Uhh. Hello? *cough* Ma’am?”
Her eyes snap open. That’s not Eric, she thinks. As she starts to work herself up she notices the toolbox in the mans hand, and the word printed over his right breast pocket; “Bryce.” She quickly grabs a pillow and covers her sexy ensemble barely covering her exposed body. “I’m sorry!,” Bryce quickly exclaims as he looks away. He looks at her phone on the bed; where a slight moan can be heard on loop accompanied by a short video of a women sensually licking a pop can plays…over and over. Bryces head snaps back towards the hallway. “No…NO, umm it’s not what you think,” she stammers. She goes quiet.
Bryce’s eyes appear to eye something in the hallway. His eyes slowly drifting up and down seemingly vexed by whatever he is seeing out her door. Following his gaze she spots what seems to have him hypnotized. A mirror perfectly aligned with her large vanity mirror reflecting her backside in his view. She stares for a moment herself, wondering who in their right mind could ignore such a round perfect ass. Snapping from the mirror she realizes that Bryce had not responded. He was still staring into the hallway. Does he she what she sees? Is he just being polite?
She tests her theory. She turns to the right so her profile is in the mirror and runs her hand down her thigh, then back up to her breast, tracing her nipple playfully with her fingers. Bryce’s eyes open wide and he adjusts his stance. His jeans stiffening in the front as his member thickens, making an appearance against his tight denim jeans.
He is definitely looking, she thought. She felt exposed and embarrassed…but also sexy and wanted. Bryce saw her. He lusted for her. It’s been so long. She realizes her fingers have stopped tracing and she was groping her breasts. Squeezing them closer together, slightly pulling her nipples between her fingers. She wanted him.
She calls his name, “Bryce?” His head snaps to her, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He gulps. She continues massaging her breasts with her right hand as her left hand raises to her lips. As she rubs her thumb across her bottom lip she asks, “Are you ready for your job?” He sets the toolbox down hurriedly and steps towards her as if he had been waiting for an invitation.
He reaches around her, grabbing her ass cheeks with a smack and pulling her up to bring her mouth to his. She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls his face to hers. She hadn’t been kissed, actually kissed in so long. Kissed like she was wanted. She rubs her hand down Bryce’s arms, surprised by how firm and comforting his touch was. She raises her head, exposing her neck to his lips. He takes the hint and softly kisses up her neck and earlobes. Small, deliberate kisses that drive her wild. She becomes aware of his warm throbbing cock between her thighs. He is slowly moving them up and down, rhythmically stroking his shaft against her. Already, she feels herself soaking through her black lace panties. She needs him.
Now.
She drops back down to her feet. He reaches to her breasts and tenderly touches her, his thumb tracing circles around her nipples. Someone was paying attention, she thinks; impressed he already picked up on what she liked. She reaches to Bryce’s belt and unbuckles it, flipping it open and unbuttoning his pants in a motion so fluid she startled herself. She pulls out his throbbing dick through his boxers. With a satisfying thud in her hand, his cock forces it’s way out. She runs her hand, palm cradling his newly freed member, up and down his shaft.
She turns and bends over, resting her upper body on her vanity. She raises her skirt and exposes her backside. Her lips have soaked the fabric of her panties and her wet slit is outlined with its moisture. He wastes no time claiming his prize. He grabs her hips and runs his cock against her. Sliding it between her thighs and the outside of her panties. She feels the pressure against her inner thigh and against her swollen mound. After a few, quick thrusts he backs out. She feels his fingers on her plump cheeks, sliding down her panties, pulling the fabric away from her opening.
He teases the thick head of his cock into her. Pushing himself into her tight, lonely pussy. His tip slides in, stretching her in the best way. He moves, barely in and out, removing and reinserting himself; preparing her for the whole of his manhood. He smacks her thick ass and holds tight, gaining traction for his next move.
He moves his body towards her; his huge cock filling her full. She lets out a deep breath. He rocks back and forth. His dick sliding impossibly deep into her. His breaths are rhythmic and he moans as he thrusts. She loves to hear him. She matches his rhythm. Pushing her body into his, causing her to bounce herself against his every thrust, forcing the next thrust even deeper. He grabs a large chunk of her hair and pulls it, slowly and carefully towards him,causing her to arch her back forward. His cock goes deeper still. She feels her legs begin to tremble. Her whole body full of warmth, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, her toes beginning to curl. He’s actually going to make her cum. She’s never been able to orgasm with sex alone but it’s happening. She feels the sensations in her body intensify, she thinks about the rock hard dick inside her. She reaches into her top and massages her breasts, bringing her closer to the edge of release. His knees start to tremble as well. His stomach tenses up. He can feel her wet pussy spasming, tightening on his shaft. He thrusts one final time, feeling this would be the one that empties him he digs his fingers into her and pulls himself deep inside of her. He releases himself and his body jerks. His cock pulses, filling her with his cum.
Almost simultaneously, taken by surprise by his thrust, she feels her body tense. She feels his cock pulse inside her, his thick warm seed filling her insides. She can’t delay the inevitable any longer. Her back spasms forcefully. She curls her toes into the carpet. Her whole body warms and cools all at once and she cums. She cums harder than she has in years. Bryce continues to thrust himself still in motion and he slows, his cock still inside her trembling. He thrust deeply one last time and she feels her pussy tighten harder causing a second wave of pleasure to pulse through her body more intense than the last. She lets out a defeated sigh and moans. He pulls his cock from her still quaking slot. He pulls her back straight by the back of her shirt and turns her around. “Damn,” he manages to say and kisses her on the lips. “Should we discuss my rates?” He cracks a smile. Her face goes flush. Shocked he didn’t just turn away and ignore her after fucking her like she had come accustomed to. She smiles back, “I have your card.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r9xp9y/broken_promises
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