******A fictional story, I was trying for a cuckold type tale and….well, you can see what happened. The heart wants what the heart wants I guess.*******
My wife Liz and I are both teachers which means that every summer we are off work and need a little extra help with the bills. This summer was particularly bad because one of our vehicles broke down and it was going to cost us about a thousand dollars to fix it with money we obviously didn’t have. To remedy this problem, we began doing handyman type jobs, but as a couple.
We put an ad in the paper and word spread pretty quick that we were willing to do a lot of work for not very much money. After all, we weren’t trying to get rich, just raise enough to get by.
After a couple weeks of doing odd jobs for random people and not getting paid much at all, we received a kind of big job offer from a guy who lived in the next town over. Apparently, he needed help painting the inside of his house and going through some stuff.
The way he described it, he was worried he was becoming a hoarder and hoped my wife could help him discard some of his belongings while I painted.
The kicker was that he wanted to pay us $1000 for the job! That amount would cover our car repairs and allow us to take the rest of the summer off. Liz and I were both really excited about the opportunity and quickly agreed to it.
The next day, we headed right over to this guy’s place to meet him and see what the work entailed.
The guy’s name was Jerry and his house was a veritable mansion! Pulling up to it, I eyed Liz and said, “We’re not going to be able to do this. This is way too much house!”
She looked equally concerned, but we decided to just go ahead and meet with Jerry and tell him our concerns.
Jerry, as it turned out, was incredibly friendly and easy-going. He was an older man, probably pushing 60 with the manners of a saint. He treated us like esteemed guests, leading us around his home until we were comfortable with the layout.
The inside made the house look even bigger with its maze of hallways and rooms. There was no way I could paint all this!
I shared my doubts with Jerry, but he shushed my concerns, telling me we could just do whatever we could and we’d call it even.
“Besides,” he said, “you’re doing me a huge favor just being here. It gets incredibly lonely out here all by myself. So, just pretend I’m paying you for your company.”
That eased my concerns a bit, but still, I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of him. If he was going to pay us that much money, then I was going to really show him what I could do.
I didn’t waste anytime getting started on prepping one of his rooms for painting. In the meantime, Jerry took Liz to one of his other rooms to get started going through things.
About an hour into my work, I heard loud laughter coming from down the hall. I recognized it as Liz and decided to investigate.
Jerry and Liz were in a tightly packed room, holding each other as they laughed about something that must have been truly funny. I noticed Liz was sweating from the close quarters of the room and had removed her jacket. In her laughter, she apparently hadn’t noticed that the top buttons of her shirt had come undone and her cleavage, damp with sweat, was daringly exposed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked them, honestly just wanting to get in on the joke.
Liz looked startled to see me, then said, “Oh Jerry was just telling me about something that happened to him when he was younger.”
Jerry didn’t seem too interested in repeating the story, and there was a kind of awkward silence as they finished laughing.
“It’s pretty hot in here,” I said, trying to alert Liz that her shirt was open without directly saying it.
“Yes it is,” Jerry agreed. “Why don’t we run to the kitchen and get some drinks. What would you like?” he motioned toward me.
“Umm, just some water I guess.” For some reason I didn’t much care for the thought of them running off alone together.
I chalked it up to paranoia though. After all, we’d only been there an hour. And Jerry was paying us good money to be here. So, I eagerly returned to my work.
Another hour passed when I realized that Jerry and Liz had never come back with my water. Growing nervous, I decided to go look for them.
I made my way to the kitchen, expecting that they’d be there immersed in conversation. The kitchen was empty though. Well, maybe they’d gotten their drinks then headed up to work on a different room.
I began scouring the house, searching the rooms one by one, but Jerry and Liz were nowhere in sight.
At last, I decided to look upstairs. Jerry hadn’t showed us this area of the house, and I felt a bit like an intruder poking around up there. But suddenly, as I turned down a hall, I heard the sound of whispers and giggling.
Growing a little nervous, I snuck down the hall, closer to the sounds, eventually tracing them to a door standing slightly open.
I stood just outside and listened, trying to see if I could hear what was going on. More giggling. Whispering. I strained to hear what they were saying. Jerry was speaking. I leaned in closer.
“Liz,” he said, “I can’t ask you for this. I can’t put this on you. It’s just been so damn lonely in this house, been so long since I’ve been with a girl. And being around you, laughing with you, it’s just stirring up a lot of old feelings.”
“How long has it been?” Liz asked, and I could hear a sadness in her voice. She felt sorry this guy!
“In truth,” Jerry spoke almost reluctantly. “I’ve never actually been with a girl. Probably never will be at this rate.”
That struck me. This guy was pushing 60 and he’d never had sex? How was that possible?
“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Liz said, and there was a rustling. Were they hugging?
Suddenly, I heard wet, smacking sounds, and my blood ran cold.
“No Liz,” Jerry protested, but the sounds of their mouths meeting continued.
“It’s just kissing,” Liz said and the wet smacking sounds grew louder, more intense.
“Ohhhh, mmmmmm,” Jerry moaned as Liz’s mouth moved against his. I wondered if she was using her tongue.
The thought caused a stirring in my crotch, and I felt myself start to stiffen. What the hell? I needed to stop this.
But how? The idea of walking in on them terrified me to death. Instead I walked back to the top of the stairs. I would just call out to them. Not let them know that they had been found out. We could just go on like nothing had happened.
Except I couldn’t even do that. My mind was spinning, and I felt a little drunk. Somehow, I found myself walking down the stairs, back to the room I had been painting.
Maybe this wasn’t cheating, I reasoned. After all, it wasn’t like Liz was attracted to the guy. He was almost 60 for Christ’s sake! She just felt sorry for him. And besides, all it was was kissing, nothing else.
But as I painted, I found myself imagining what they were doing up there behind my back. And the thoughts were making me strangely hard.
When another 20 minutes had passed and they still hadn’t returned, it got to be too much for me. I had to know what they were doing!
Quietly, ironically paranoid that I’d be caught sneaking up on them, I returned to the slightly open door.
This time, I distinctly heard Jerry moaning accompanied by something very wet and repetitive. I listened intently, trying to convince myself the sound was anything other than what it obviously was.
“Oh Liz,” Jerry moaned. “Oh my fucking Liz.”
There was a licking, sucking sound that sped up in response. Then came to a stop, followed by Liz’s voice.
“I just want you to enjoy your first time is all.” The wet sucking sound resumed.
Jerry groaned, barely able to speak. “Stop,” he said. “Stop Liz, or I’ll come in your face!”
I heard Liz giggle. God, was she enjoying this? This was supposed to be for pity, not pleasure! I needed to stop this right now!
Except my pants seemed to disagree with me. I looked down, surprised to see my dick was pointing straight outward, bulging against my clothes.
Oh, that would go over real well, I thought. Me marching in there, catching them in the act, only for them to see me hard as a rock. Like I’d been listening to them the whole time.
Furious with them and myself, I marched off down the hall, intent on waiting for my dick to soften before I confronted them.
I painted. Painted for what felt like hours, but was probably more than likely just a few minutes. I couldn’t stop thinking about them up there. And my dick never got soft.
I had to go back up. More wet, kissing sounds. More moans of pleasure. What the hell were they doing now? I couldn’t tell just by listening.
Slowly, carefully, I peeked through the opening of the doorway, terrified I’d be caught.
Liz was laying on the foot of a bed, her skirt hiked up, her legs dangling over the edge. To my horror, Jerry was kneeling there, his face planted at her crotch. He had pulled her panties side, and I could clearly see his tongue slowly lapping at her pussy.
“How’s that taste, Jerry?” she asked in a lazy, husky voice. “How’s that pussy taste?”
Jerry tried to move away to answer, but Liz grabbed the back of his head, pulled him to her crotch. She began thrusting her pussy into his waiting mouth, rubbing her clit up and down on his nose. She began moaning, then crying out, sharp cries of pleasure as she came closer and closer to cumming.
Jerry was squirming now, clearly struggling to breathe, but Liz was so close to cumming and wouldn’t let him go. She began slathering his face with her pussy lips, her juices sliming his face.
“OH MY GOD!” she screamed in a hushed shout. “Oh my fucking god!” She pumped her hips up and down, gyrating her pussy against poor Jerry’s face. Honestly, I almost felt a little bad for the guy.
At last, Liz slowed down and eyed the old man lovingly. To my surprise, there was a hunger in her gaze that I’d never seen in her before, as if the act of taking pity on this guy, of giving herself sexually to him had awakened something in her. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
Jerry, in the meantime, was still recovering from the facial abuse he’d just received. “I think that’s probably good enough for today Liz. Don’t you think?”
Liz’s expression hardened a little. “I let you come in my mouth Jerry,” she said. “I swallowed your cum. The least you can do is let a girl finish what she started. After all, we haven’t even had sex yet.”
I no longer even recognized my wife. Our own sex life was pretty mundane in comparison to this. It was hard being teachers because we took a lot of our work home with us and usually worked well into the night, leaving little time for each other.
I backed away from the doorway, afraid of being seen. Just stood there and listened.
Liz spoke again and I listened intently.
“Jerry,” she said. “You’d never been with a girl, but thanks to me, now you have. So to repay the favor, I want you to do something for me that I’ve never done before.”
“What is it?” Jerry asked, sounding a little scared.
“I want you to put your tongue inside my butt,” Liz said. My heart stopped at her words. Jerry didn’t say anything either and Liz felt compelled to explain.
“You see, my husband doesn’t have a lot of time for me, and I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a man’s tongue up there, inside my ass. If it feels half as good as it did having you lick my pussy….well, I just don’t want to miss out. And this might be our only chance.”
There was a long pause before Jerry answered. “I guess we can try it Liz. But I don’t know that I’ll like it.”
There was some rustling around. I assumed they were getting into position, and I couldn’t help but take a peek.
Jerry had laid down on the bed with his feet facing the headboard, away from me. Liz was positioning her ass over his face. She had discarded her panties at some point.
“Stick your tongue out Jerry,” she ordered him. “I’ll sit on it and you push it in nice and deep.”
“I don’t know about this,” Jerry said. But before he could say more, Liz suddenly plopped her ass down on his mouth. “Mmmmph! Mmmmph…..mmmmmph!” he began moaning and groaning against her weight.
“Stick your tongue out Jerry!” she ordered. More mumbling from him. She lifted her ass off him slightly. “Tongue. In my ass. Now.”
I watched in horrified fascination as Jerry slowly stuck out his tongue.
“Push it in my hole,” Liz ordered.
Jerry did, and immediately met with resistance.
Liz tried to sit down on it, tried to force it in. It was no use.
“Push it in Jerry,” she said. “Really dig in with it. Lick it if you have to. I want your tongue in my ass. Now!”
I thought I heard Jerry actually whimper at her words. I honestly felt pity for the guy, and disgust with myself for watching this, for not helping him out or breaking this up. But all I could do was watch. Almost subconsciously I began to rub my dick through my pants.
At last, the old man began working his tongue into my wife’s ass. I had a front row seat to his sexual demise as he alternated licking all around her butt hole, then pushing his tongue deep up inside her.
“That’s it,” Liz said, rocking her hips as she fucked Jerry’s tongue with her ass. “That’s starting to feel real good. Keep it up in there, nice and deep.”
Jerry tried to force his tongue up deeper into Liz’s ass, smashing his face tight against her cheeks. In turn, Liz sat down heavily on the poor guy’s head, trying to bury his tongue deeper yet.
“Ohhh, that’s nice Jerry,” she said. “I could do this for hours.”
Watching Jerry’s discomfort as he struggled against my wife’s relentless ass hole, I suddenly found myself full on jerking my cock.
Without realizing it, I had unzipped my pants, let my dick out.
“Can we fuck now?” Jerry pleaded in between Liz’s thrusts. Liz ignored him, sliding her ass backward so her pussy could get some more attention from him.
“Noooo,” Jerry wailed as he realized what she was doing. She began humping his mouth and nose, working herself up into an orgasmic frenzy.
“We are fucking,” she answered him breathlessly. She slapped her dripping pussy lips over and over again up against his mouth and chin.”This is fucking, Jerry. Me. Fucking. You.”
Jerry must have realized he was trapped now because he started really struggling against her, trying to dismount her somehow.
Liz responded by falling forward on top of him and planting her mouth on his dick. She began sucking furiously, slapping and squeezing his balls as she did. At the same time, her hips moved up and down, up and down, raping the old man’s face.
Jerry stopped struggling, giving in to whatever plans she had for him. Her mouth had gotten his dick rock hard again and was quickly pulling him toward another climax. In turn she began cumming again and again on his mouth.
Jerry began bucking, about to lose control and shoot his load down her throat. Liz didn’t seem to mind at all. She let go of his cock, letting him go crazy. Jerry pushed his meat balls deep into her mouth, began slamming his shaft in and out of her throat.
Liz choked on his length but didn’t resist him at all. Jerry saw the opportunity to get back at this crazy woman once and for all.
He reached around, grabbed the back of her head and pushed down hard while at the same time bringing his hips up.
Liz gagged and choked, slobber drooling out of her mouth. And still she let him continue.
“Take it you little bitch!” Jerry said and began fucking her mouth deep and hard, pumping his meat like a jackhammer in and out of her.
Suddenly he was groaning and grunting, heaving up and down. Just before he came, he pulled Liz’s head off his dick.
“GODDDDDD!” he yelled, and his load shot all over her face, spraying her mouth and nose and eyes. It went everywhere, coating her face in his white hot semen.
Afterward, she rolled off him, began wiping the cum off her face with her fingers, sucking at them casually.
The sight of her licking Jerry’s cum off her hands proved too much for me. I had been jacking for a while now, but suddenly I came hard and fast, shooting my own load high into the air.
It was at this point that Liz’s eyes met mine It was a deer in the headlights moment for me, caught with my meat in my hands.
To my surprise, Liz just smiled mischievously up at me and said, “Awww honey. Did you finally decide to join us?”
I think I was ready to.
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