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The whirl of the wheels of the stationary bike filled the room. The laptop was perched between the handlebars. She had intended to ride until something came to mind. Twenty minutes and the laptop screen was still blank.
On the bike, she looked out their bedroom window. She had hoped that the forest beyond their fenced yard would somehow give her inspiration. She stopped pedaling. Frustrated. Decided some tea might help. She padded downstairs in her bare feet. Took a hot cup of Earl Grey upstairs.
Just outside their fence, a small crew of men had appeared. One man, tall, bare chested, barked unheard orders to the others. Then came the faint sound of chain saws. The tall man looked up at her window. Had he seen her? He was ruggedly handsome; she would remember to somehow include that in her story.
He effortlessly jumped over the chain link fence and walked slowly toward the back door of the house. She left the tea and rushed downstairs. After his second knock, she was at the door and practically flung it open, ignoring that she was wearing only a sports bra and running shorts.
He seemed even taller. Taller than her husband, William. His jaw squared, peppered with a mixed stubble of brown and gray. Hair on his chest matted with sweat. He smelled manly. She reminded herself to also include that in whatever she wrote later.
His voice, loud and brash with perhaps a hint of being Scottish?
“Canna trouble ya fer some water, lady?” Wide mouth, beautiful teeth, strong lips. Was she staring?
“Of course; come in,” she finally answered. Retrieved a glass from a cabinet, filled it with cool water from the fridge dispenser and handed it to him. The hand that took it was large. Thick fingers. Much larger than William’s.
“You’ve got a nice bum there,” he said with a smile. Not menacing but observant?
She backed against the fridge, arms folded across her chest, watching him drink.
“You can relax, lady, I mean ya no harm.” He noticed a basket of fruit on the kitchen table. “Mind if I take an apple for me lunch?”
“No, by all means, help yourself.” Why didn’t she ask him to leave?
“Are you istanbul travesti all right? Seem a bit nervous,” he asked, taking a bite of the apple.
“No, I was just wondering what my husband would think if he came home and saw a strange man eating an apple in my kitchen.”
He stared at her, munching the apple. “D’ya fook around on him, then?”
Startled, she answered quickly. “NO! Of course not!”
“D’ya give him some head now and then?” Another bite of the apple.
Trying to seem insulted, she muttered, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
“If ya suck his dick, and with a bum like yers, he’d understand if ya got some strange now and again.” Another bite of the apple.
She wasn’t frightened. More intrigued. Curious. Wondered what it would be like to lick his sweaty chest. William never got sweaty. William showered every morning and every night.
She suddenly realized she was staring at the front of his pants. No bulge. Wondered, since his hands were so big and thick if….
Then his extended hand was in front of her with the apple core. “Where do ya want it, lady?” he asked. Huge grin on his face. Had he seen her looking at his crotch?
“I seen ya lookin; would ya like to see it? I’m quite proud of it, actually.”
Of course, she wanted to see it, but didn’t want to admit it. Tossed the apple core in the trash bin under the sink. Turned around, and his pants were down above his knees. Even flaccid, he was large. Larger than William. And thick. She thought about what it must look like in full bloom. Could he get it all inside her?
He leaned back resting on his elbows on the top of the stove. “You can touch it if you want; I don’t mind.”
How did she let this happen? She found herself mesmerized by this strange man in her kitchen. She turned a kitchen chair around, sat in it facing his genitals. She felt alone, just her and his penis in the room. It was warm in the palm of her hand. Used one hand, then two to fondle his ball sac. Rolled it around with her fingers. Watched the stiffness take over his penis.
She curled one hand around his base; her fingers barely travesti istanbul touched. Her other hand fisted on top of the first. Two hands full of cock! She stared at the cap, seemingly staring at her.
“Play with it if ya want; it won’t bother me. I like the look on yer face.”
It was like gripping a baseball bat. She touched the tiny slit on the cap with the tip of her tongue. Licked across the tip and around it. Kissed the tip and opened her lips as she took the head in her mouth. Wetness trickled in her running shorts. William wouldn’t let her suck his cock. This man didn’t object.
She closed her eyes, took in all she could, held it deep in her mouth. The throbbing on her tongue made her pulse quicken. Naked under the running shorts, she was dripping down her thighs. She forced more than she could handle into her throat, gagged, and withdrew. A web of saliva trailed from her lips to the tip of his erection.
She slid a hand into her shorts, pleasured herself as her mouth pleasured him. She struggled with each mouthful, pushing toward the base but unable to make it. She could feel the veins in his shaft on her tongue. How much cum would he have? Would he let her take it in her mouth? William never would. William always masturbated on her tits.
As hard as this man’s cock was, he seemed calm, let her have her way with it. She stood up, slid off her running shorts. “Will you sit down?” she asked.
“Oh, gonna get serious, are we?” he asked, moving to the chair.
She straddled the chair, lowered herself, took his cock in her hand. Rubbed the tip across her wet slit, then pushed herself down over it. The tip was not enough. Sank lower, keeping control lest she impale herself. She closed her eyes, let the fullness permeate her whole being. William didn’t fuck. William ate her out and then only masturbated.
The feeling of being so full enthralled her; she didn’t want to move but had do. Up and down she rode, slowly, then faster. His arms were at his side. He seemed willing to let her take it from him. All too soon, she felt the surge, the heat rising, the pressure building. When she came, istanbul travestileri she stared into his eyes as she coated his cock. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” she growled.
His big hands lifted her, and their bodies disengaged. He turned her around and entered her from behind. She held onto the chair seat as he eased in and out of her wetness. He seemed to realize that his size would only allow partial penetration, but he gave her more than she had ever felt.
They were both so engrossed in the act that neither heard the front door open, nor the footsteps of her husband coming into the kitchen. Suddenly he was there in his crisp white shirt, red tie, and blue business suit. He dropped his briefcase, shocked at the scene before him.
She looked up. Her lover did not stop. As William stared at her, she smiled back at him. “Fuck me! Come inside me!” she yelled. Her lover grabbed her hips, grunted several times, then stopped. He looked at William as though they knew each other.
“She’s really tight, but I’d love to try that sweet bum sometime.”
William came closer, trying to be brave, but he was clearly intimidated by the man’s size. The man pulled up his pants.
“Laura, what the fuck is going on? Who is this?”
She turned to her lover. “Would you mind helping put my husband on the floor, and hold his legs for me?”
Her lover grabbed William by his red tie and yanked him down onto the kitchen floor on his back. “Don’t move or I’ll break yer legs.”
Laura stepped over William, straddling his yead with her feet. She knelt, sitting on his face, and grabbed his head with both hands.
“You like to eat me until I come in your mouth and then you jerk off on my tits. You’re going to eat me now, along with his cum and you’re going to fucking LOVE it, do you understand?”
She pinched his nose to force his mouth open and smiled when he surrendered to her will. He eagerly lapped at her, probed, and sucked, his eyes wild with surprise and arousal.
Her lover could see that William was not going to resist, so he stood up and went to the door. “I’ll leave me number here; Call me anytime ya need me.”
When Laura was satisfied that William had cleaned her out, she said, “Now, I’m going to go upstairs and write about our marriage and our sex life, but things are about to change, William. Oh, and by the way, you can’t masturbate anymore without my permission.”
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