Broken A/C and the repairman [MF]

The A/C is Broken

It’s hot and miserable during a mid-june Florida day. Compound that with having and air conditioner that isn’t quite working that well. The story begins with my wife and I at home laying around, watching some television. She was probably the first to notice that the a/c wasn’t blowing as cold at it usually does. Surprised by this I decided to get up and see if there was an issue. Looking at the air handler, I immediately noticed that the copper lines had ice built up around them. Being 8 o’clock at night, I knew there was no fixing this at this hour. So, I spoke to my wife and we agreed that she would stay home from work tomorrow to get ahold of the repairman and see if we can could get this fixed as soon ass possible.

The next morning started out the way we discussed. I left for work while my better half stayed dead asleep. Fearing that would wake her I tried my best to slip out the door quietly, with disruption. A few hours passed by and I got a text from the wife telling me that she had gotten ahold of the repairman and that he would be there around 1 pm. I had multiple meetings and told her that I would be unable to make it home by then and to just keep me informed about what the issue was. She agreed and I continued to work with little on my mind.

About 1:30 rolled around and I received a message form wife telling me that the repairman had just gotten there and he was inspecting the a/c now. I was just about done with my work for the day and mad the decision to head home as soon as I wrapped some things up. I figured my wife was busy and it would be nice surprise if I just showed up, so I didn’t teller her. I just replied, “ok honey. Thanks for the heads up. Talk soon”.

I only lived about fifteen minutes from work so once I finally finished for the day and left, it was a quick ride home. Still not texting my wife because I wanted to surprise her, I pulled into the drive way close to 2 pm. Sure enough, the repairman’s truck there. I parked and headed into the garage door. Not purposely being quiet, but I got into the house but didn’t see the repairman or my wife around the air-conditioned. I moved closer to the bedroom and her some sounds coming from the master.

I as entered the hallway; my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe what was running through my mind. Was she cheating on me? We’ve been married 15 years, have two beautiful children. Could this really be happening? As I got closer, I could see the door was cracked. The noises where getting louder. It was my wife moaning loudly! I tried to control my breathing ass I crept to the door. I asked myself, do I bust in or sit and watch? The idea of this excited me but also terrified me. When I got to the door, I looked in and saw what I had feared. My wife on top, fucking another man.

I was in a state of shock. Unable to move. Excited to keep watching as she took control of the man. She was bouncing up and down. Moving her hips back and forth, side to side. The sounds of pleasure and control overwhelmed me. I turned away as they were switching positions, trying not to look back. Unsuccessful at this attempt, looked back, I could see him behind her while her was bent over on her knees. She was facing the door, almost as if she knew I was there watching her. He mouths was open and she let out this moan as he first entered her and began sliding in and out of her, going harder at times as to show who is really in charge. She would reach back and grab his hips when he would go deep inside her. Grabbing her hair and causing the arch in her back to dip lower, taking complete control of my wife. I was so turned on at this point that I thought about opening the door. I didn’t was to surprise them and ruin the moment so I just continued to watch.

I continued there for another 20 minutes. Just watching him pound my wife. Causing her to moan and cry with pleasures. I kept asking myself, what are you doing? Why are you watching this? I was hard as a rock though and couldn’t stop watching. I had to stay and watch till the end. Doing so, I watched as he pulled his giant throbbing cock out of my swollen wife’s vagina. In the moment I thought I heard my wife tell him to cum in her but I must have been wrong. He pulled out as she dropped to her knees and started stroking his dick. Her mouth was open as she was using one hand to stroke the shaft and the other to cup his balls. She would go back and fourth with her mouth on and off of him until he finally released his juice all over her. Slurping, she had a finalized, satisfied, smile on her face. That’s when I decided to vacate.

Backing away quietly I made it down the hall and out to my car. About ten minutes passed and I sent my wife a text telling her that I would be home in a just a moment. She responded and told me that her and the repairman just finished up and that he was getting ready to leave. And that she had the bill for the repair ready for me. A few moments later, as I was getting out of my car, he walked out the door and shook my hand as if to tell me that he was in control. I thanked him, wrote him a check for the repair and headed in to find my wife fixing dinner and soaking up the a/c. She looked well relaxed as she came over to kiss me when I walked in. Never saying a word about what had happened. I wondered to myself if this was her first time or did the plumber get luck last week?

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