A short story: The horny Housewife (closed)

Sweetp4u

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Debbie
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Shapely woman in all the right places. Fit and a trophy wife for show.

IC:

She had been waiting for two weeks to get repairman to her home in Beverly Hills. You would think someone with money could get this shit fixed in hours, not weeks. Wasn't the case for her. Bitchy from lack of sex, and her husband sleeping around, she'd resorted to flirting with anything male that walked into sight.

And when the young hot number rang her door bell, and she caught sight of him through the sheer curtains.. She knew her prayers had been answered! Now if he was game.. "Just a minute!" She called as she raced up the stairs towards her bedroom.

Quickly she peeled off her sweats, t-shirt, bra and panties. Slipping into her thong bikini, she tossed on a thin see-through robe and ran as quickly and quietly back down to the front oak doors.

Slowly she pulled the door open, once she knew her breathing was under control, her eyes instantly seeking his with a bright welcoming smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting...Are you here by any chance to clean my pipes?"
 
At 18, Darren had just graduated high school. He had the perfect life. A great girlfriend, a free ride to the local college, and a summer job to save up for the next year. His uncle had owned a plumbing service, hiring Darren each summer.

In hisl ine of work he had seen it all. Sludge and grime, silverware, clothes, even family pets sometime. None of it surprised him much anymore.

Until his dark brown eyes saw a hot tight woman wearing near nothing answer the door. Giving her a pleasent smile, he nodded, laughing out loud.

"Yeah, that's what I'm here for," He stared at her, up and down. Such a fine package, everything taut and lean. Not an ounce of fat, all the right curves... he could almost see her pale nipples beneath her robe.

Darren stepped inside, passing inches from her. He took in her scent, sweet and seductive. He could feel his cock respond, already hot and hard in his pants. It brushed past one of her thighs.

"Where is the problem, miss?"
 
Debbie

This was already promising! She fairly melted as his gaze raked her up and down. Definately into older women! She could feel the inner woman hissing "yesssss!" in response.

"Where is the problem, miss?" His voice was deep, uncracking as he spoke. Almost like whiskey, a smoothe sound that tickled her spine and made her tingle in new places.

"This way.. Follow me.." She almost purred with her dare. She turned and shut the door, then moved before him presenting him with a nice view of her shapely firm cheeks. "You don't know how relieved I am you are here....? " She laughed softly, "I don't know your name.. I am Debbie." She tossed over her shoulder as she walked to the entrance of her kitchen where she pivoted on heel and turned to face him once more, "And you are?"
 
"Darren," Her ass was perfect. It glided from side to side, perfect firm cheeks that begged to be spanked. It took all Darren had not to reach out and slap one himself.

Instead, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was hot in here... no, it wasn't. Rich house like this, nice and air conditioned. It was her. She the the hot in in here. Darren set down his tool belt, once again taking in her beauty. His eyes could not stop dancing over those smooth curves, searching her robe for a hint of more skin.

"So... uhhh," He turned to the sink, biting his lower lip, "What's wrong?"
 
Debbie

She shifted purposely as he spoke to her, knowing her robe covered little already, she still let it shift off of her shoulder.

"The problem?" Did she want to get into that right then? "Oh.. yeah the sink." She flushed a little her eyes having wandered down to his tight firm.. young! ass. She could hear her inner woman chastizing her repeatedly for picturing this guy naked. He had to be barely legal, but god he was just made for..

"There is a leak .. down below." She felt her lips twitch a little as the innuendo lingered. "Sometimes the sink backs up.. Doesn't drain properly... I think it needs snaked.. or whatever term that is.." She paused as he peered into the bottom cupboard, his pants hugging tightly to his ass only made her bite her lips to keep from groaning.

She was acting like a complete slut! She felt no shame however, her husband was fucking anything with a hole! "Would you care for something cool to drink, Darren?" She did her best to control herself, give it a little more time. She had to be certain he was game, and only time would tell her that.
 
Darren bent down to look at the pipes below. He was eye level with her crotch, thong underwear concealing barely anything, and the see through robe holding on by a hair's breadth. He smiled at that, looking at her sex for just a moment more, almost unaware of licking his lips.

When he did look beneath the cupboards, he could see nothing of interest. At least, nothing as interesting as back out in the kitchen. He moved to stood up, slowly, one last look at her barely covered pussy.

As he stood, close to her, close enough to smell her. For a moment he could feel his body begin to take over, wanting to just move into her, kiss her, let his hands roam over her body, rip that useless robe off...

"That'd be fine thanks. I would love something sweet, maybe with a little honey in it" He said, again licking his lips, leaning against the counter.
 
Debbie

Honey in it? She could barely think straight with him standing so closely and her need such as it was at that time. She merely nodded her head with a smile and moved across from him to grab a cold coke from the fridge.

"Will this do?" She asked with half interest, her eyes falling to the bulge in his pants. She felt herself go hot all over, or her imagination was working over time! It sure looked to her like he was more than interested in her.

The silence grew, she was unsure how to proceed with something like this exactly?

Maybe tease a little more? Oh great! Now the inner voice was giving pointers. She let her gaze travel over him again, remembering his purpose here. "Could you perhaps look up the pipe maybe? See if something is clogging it?" And with him prone on the floor, she could really check him out...

Her temperature rose a little as she fought to make some sort of small talk, "This a summer thing for you Darren?" She really had no interest in this information, but needed some time to compose her wanton self.

Perhaps it was only one sided? She had felt something 'stiff' brush her in the door way. Or wishful thinking of a lonely horny housewife! She used every feminine curve to her advantage in the few short feet she crossed to deliver his coke. Her hips swayed and her arms lowered enough to let her robe open more in the front. She could feel the cool temperature against her navel.
 
Darren thanked her for the coke, taking a few sips from it. It didn't interest him though, not as much as she, standing there, giving him a look of hunger. God, could she be doing that on purpose. It must be his imagination. Or maybe she was a simple housewife that got off teasing the young hot guys that came over from time to time.

She certainly did seem to tease. Darren gave a nod, as he bent down, lying flat on his back. He pushed himself into the cupboard sink, his legs stretched out, open for her. His hard cock straining against the tight denim jeans.

She wasn't the only one that could tease.

" I don't..." he looked at the pipes. Nothing of interest, back outside, he could see those shapely legs, standing just enough apart to drive him wild. He reached up, unaware of what he was doing, and suddenly a spray of water came rushing down. He quickly tightened one of the valves, the leak stopping. His shirt was drenched thoroughly.

With a gentle smirk, he lifted himself back up, "Sorry. The pipes seem to be very sensitive."

With that, he took off his shirt. Years of high school football and weight lifting showed in his hard body. He wiped the water from his body, making the muscle glisten in the morning sun that shone through.

"Happens all the time, don't worry. I'm used to it."
 
Debbie

She stood where she was, just a few inches from his spread feet and unable to do more than stare as he lie down on the cool tile floor. With his body prone and legs spread, she had no doubts he was turned on. His shaft was clearly outlined in the tight denim, all but popping free of the buttons.

" I don't..." with his words she averted her eyes from him and tried to focus instead on his torso. She bent slightly to try and see where he was under there, trying to force her mind back on the job at hand and not her libidio!

A sudden rush of water had her jumping back and him appologizing. "Sorry. The pipes seem to be very sensitive."

She gasped as he came out, his shirt soaked almost completely in the front. She didn't have time to speak as he peeled it from his body and began to mop up the mess her sink had just made.

"I'm.. sorry..." barely came out and easily dismissed with a chuckle from Darren.

"Happens all the time, don't worry. I'm used to it."

"Yeah, in this profession.. I am sure you get gushed on often..." She smiled again but her mind had easily warped that into something else entirely.

"If you like I could throw that in the dryer?" She didn't even want to think about offering him another shirt. Lord no! Her eyes scanned his tanned flesh with a near feral cry of need.

"You missed some.." She moved closer, her fingers uncurling and stretching out as the tips of her skin finally met the succulent surface of his. She lightly brushed away a few drops from his shoulder blade, tempted to linger a little longer and explore some of these ridges.
 
Darren felt her presence, next to him. It was undeniable. Her fingers trailed lightly over his skin. They felt wonderful, soft and gentle. A woman's hand on his chest.

"Thank you," He said, his head bent to meet her gaze. She seemed to curl up under his frame, an almost perfect fit. He could smell her once again, scent filling him completely, driving him wild.

His hand moved to catch hers on his skin, both of his tanned and rugged hands encompassing her own. He held it, gently, lightly, as if holding a butterfly he had caught in the wild. Something beautiful and lovely... looking at it up close.

He brought it to his lips, pressing them for just a moment. His mouth taking in the beads of water from his fingertips, tongue flickering against her. Just a touch, he tried to tell himself, just a taste.
 
Debbie

She felt her blood thicken as his hand captured hers.

This is it!

She watched as he pulled her fingertips towards his face and her knees grew weak as her panties became soaked. Anticipation ate at her in those few seconds, she some how knew his intentions. It was written on his face and when his lips closed over the tips of her fingers, she felt her heart leap almost painfully in her breast.

Her lips parted but she could utter no sound. Her body became limpid and sank in submission towards him... acceptance and need poured easily between them. She finally drew in a dep gasp of air, and easily flowed out in a low sensual purr.

"Oh god.." She croaked, her hand trembling, her whole body was trembling! She couldn't stop herself now if she was sprayed in cold water herself!

She moved as if coming out of a dream, moving closer to his body. Her free hand came to rest against his chest, her nails lightly scratching against his skin. She watched with great interest as his tongue moved around her finger, his lips closing firmly but softly around and slowly suckling the digit. He released her fingertips from captivity but did not release her hand.

That's when their eyes met.
 
Yes, there it was. Darren could see it now. Weakness, desire in her eyes. They swirled around dark pupils as she looked at him, looked up at him wanting. Darren would not disappoint her, not today. He had the look of a man that could fulfill those eager tempting eyes, and more.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" He let both of his hands slip under her robe, just at the shoulders. They snaked along her back, as they did, the robe parted dropping to her sides like a fine cloth revealing an art piece. What lay beneath was nothing short of art, and Darren could not help but admire her. A perfect body, just right for fucking.

He brought her into him, wrapping his arms around her, pushing her against him, letting her feel his stiff cock. Their lips met, warm and fierce. He kissed her with a force, wet tongue lashing out to meet her own.
 
Debbie

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

She felt a ripple go through her, her body began to throb and muscles danced. "MMmhmmm.. too long." She admitted softly. She stared at his face as he peeled her robe down to her elbows, trapping her arms at her sides. Her nipples hardened instantly, from his hot gaze and the cooler air.

She whimpered in the back of her throat, wanting closer than this, the clothes being in her way was the most annoying. She could feel how drenched her panties were, her pussy so wet the material was slipping up.

He pulled her then, and with a soft happy cry of pleasure, their lips met. Eagerly her fingers dug into his belt loops, holding on and pulling herself closer. Tongues met and their lips locked tightly as she thrust her achy nipples against the warmth of his chest. Once his hands slipped down to cup her ass, she tossed aside the robe. With her hands free, she went right for his hair. Threading in her fingers, she pulled him down to her more fully.

She shifted her stance, moving enough that her wet sex was 'dry humping' against his hidden cock. Something crashed behind them in the sink as she pushed against him harder in invitation. Lost in the kiss and sensations, her fingers finally moved with blind need. Finding his button fly she slowly popped each one open, getting closer to the real tool she needed.
 
She turned into a flood gate, opening up to him. The moment he touched her, she melted, her hands everywhere. He could feel not pattern, no simple sweet touch, but hard and fast. She begged for his attention, and as he kissed her deep, he wanted to do nothing more than please her.

She wiggled in front of him, his cock stirring even more. Tender fingers began unbuttoning his fly, reaching in for his cock.

"Oh," He broke the kiss, his lips still on hers, whispers, "Is that what you want?"

Darren let his jeans fall to the floor, exposing his cock to her. It stood out, hard, red, pointing at her soaking sex. He stood away from her, looking down at it. Reaching out for her hand, gliding it to his cock, Darren could feel the heat as she touched it. Pent up and ready. It was eager for her touch.

All too eager.
 
Debbie

She groaned in response as he set his cock free, her eyes glued on the red throbbing shaft. Unconsciously she lapped at her lips, wetting the suddenly dry surfaces, her mouth watering.

He pulled her hand, but she needed no encouragement to cooperate. Gently at first, she curled her fingers around him. Testing the stiffness of him, the length and breadth. She felt another twinge of need deep inside, her thighs instantly shifting to help appease the lust as she pressed her lips against the angry clit.

"Jesus Darren!" She eyed him too hungrily, her gaze all but raping him repeatedly over and over. "Yes, this is what I want."

She watched in fascination as he helped her stroke the length of him, her fingers spreading to feather over the swollen tip whenever movement permitted her. She trembled even harder, her knees growing weaker by the minute, she again was torn between choices.

Her eyes never left his cock, the moments ticking by as neither pushed anything further, just stroking him up and down, her hand becoming slick with his sperm.
 
It had been a long time. Darren saw such lust in those eyes, she would gladly give anything for his cock right now. What a wonderful feeling, this hot older trophy wife stuck up in some huge mansion, begging for cock as much as she could.

"Down on your knees," He urged her, gripping her shoulders, easing her down to his cock. Bright and slick, it was massive now, painfully erect, a pulse of need contained within it. His cock wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside her.

Soon enough.

"Show me how much you want my cock," his hands running through her hair, eyes alive with the sight of such a goddess in front of him.
 
Debbie

She could do nothing more than he requested of her, she was that far gone she wouldn't have dreamt of denying his request. From her kneeling position on the floor, she looked up into his hot needy eyes and knew she'd do her damnedest!

She scooted closer to his cock, her hand taking control as he massaged her scalp. Looking at the angry head, she brushed him against her moistened lips. The tip of her tongue barely grazing him, she let her lips part ever so slightly and kissed the head wetly.

She heard him groan above her then, his fingers momentarily tightening within her hair, tugging ever so slight. She too moaned, her nostrils flared as she parted her lips and pushed the head into the hot enclosure of her mouth.

Her cheeks concaved as she suckled, her tongue inside began to flicker back and forth over the head.
 
Without knowing it, Darren pushed her furhter along his rigid cock, making her suck just a little more. Her hot mouth made his cock pulse, threatening to spill deep inside her. Heheld back, it was all he could do, looking down at such a sight. She worshipped his cock, took it in her mouth, her tongue gently licking, fingers holding it in front of her.

He moved his hips, pressing his cock deep into her mouth. He fucked her mouth, slow and steady rhythm of his hips, holding her with his hands. It felt so good, hot and tight, she clamped around his cock, and he gasped aloud.
 
Debbie

He didn't need to encourage her any further. Gripping the base of his cock she pushed him deeply in, her tongue forming a nice curve to seat him within and added friction. Pressing the tip of her tongue upwards, she slowly slid him in and out of her throat, pulling on his cock in smooth even movements.

Slurping noises started off soft and grew in volume as she increased her speed. Her eyes fell closed , all her senses focused on him. His scent, his soft moans, the urgent pushing of his fingers against her scalp.

Slowly she pressed downward, so cock hungry she was forcing herself to deep throat him. Uncaring really if she breathed or not, she only wanted him so hot for her he'd never want to stop fucking her!

Back and forth she moved, pulling... pushing, swallowing. She moaned around his cock as her pussy wept more and more. Hearing it, smelling it, the warm gush of juices from his cock into her mouth.. It was becoming too much for her, she knew if she touched herself she'd cum..

Her hand was moving now, stroking his cock. Her throat raw but accepting his full length. She panted heavier, her chin coated with saliva and cum, she could feel it dripping onto her breasts and did not care..

"you like that?" She whispered hoarsely between lapping the mess from her fingertips and his cock head before once again wrapping her lips around him.
 
"Oh fuck," She sucked his cock, teased and played with it just like a pro. She was good, taking him deep in her mouth. His cock begging to push inside her tight mouth, fucking it with wild abandon.

His senses overloaded, everything she touched turned to fire on his body. He could not control himself, moaning, grunting, giving her words of encouragement. She worshipped him, and he thanked her for it.

"Yeah, such a good cocksucker. Mmm, so good."

He had it, something sharp broke in his mind, fast and reeling. As Darren looked down he pushed her up to him, his wet cock dangling free of her mouth. His cock felt hurt, stung at the open air and lack of mouth servicing it.

In a flash of hormones, his body wanting it more than anything else, Darren pushed her against one of the counter, bent her body over it, so his cock gound firmly against her ass.

He took the panties in two hands, and snapped them apart, useless cloth falling to the floor.

All thoughts lost, need driving him further and harder than he ever knew possible, Darren guided his cock to her already wet cunt. He slid inside, a low and deep moan escaping as he did.
 
Debbie

He pulled her up before she was finished, but she had no choice but to give up her prize. Whimper, she barely saw his hot eye'd stare before he flipped her around and pressed her over the counter top.

"Oh! Yes, hurry!" She panted, expecting him to peel down the panties he'd just taken hold of. Instead he ripped them from her, exposing what little was left covered.

Murmurring sounds of pleasure, she quickly spread her thighs, her ass thrusting in his direction. If there was ever a pose for 'slut girl' she was in it. Her hand shifted, quickly finding one pert nipple in need of attention. Her fingers tweaked and tugged as he gripped her hips.

"Do it Darren, fuck me!" She groaned, her ass slightly shifting around before him. She was more than ready for him, for any cock really. She just needed penetrated!
He used his hand as a guide, found the opening and quickly sank into her hot depths. Her breath catching, she let it all out with a low moan.

This was so wrong, so disgustingly desperate that she quickly orgasmed when hit cock hit bottom. Crying out, she knew this was but one of many. Twisting her body, she looked back behind her to watch his abs work as he thrust in and out, testing her depths. Her pussy spasmed again and again, milking his iron pole. Coaxing but he did not give in prematurely.. not like her husband did!

"Please.. Pleease, Darren.. move for me sugar.." She panted, her fisted hand clutching painfully on her breast. Unaware really of the pain, she ground her hips, forcing his cock deeper yet again.
 
Darren slid between her silken folds, pushing deeper and deeper. The rise in him, strength and energy all poured into fucking the hot cunt beneath him, one that wiggled and shook as she rode his cock. She would scream an orgasm, and then catch her breath long enough to beg for more.

Their thrusts would meet, hips rolled into each other, a frenzied rhythm neither of them could stand. As Darren slapped into her, he could hear the sound of flesh against flesh, his thights on hers, grinding, thrusting, bumping. The only thing that kept either of them up was the counter top. He pushed against her, his cock buried in her soaking cunt, trying to get further, reach deep inside.

"Oh, fuck yeah," He groaned, his body over hers, pressing her down, sliding up and down each other. They were thick with sweat, glistening, riding up and down. It was a well oiled machine of flesh and bone, one riding the other in perfect sync.

Darren fucked her harder, "Oh god... that's good baby. Cunt's soo good, such a good girl, giving it up. Spreading her legs..."
 
Debbie

She was just about out of steam, her body giving up orgasm after orgasm, she wasn't sure she had any more in her to give.. Until he started talking dirty to her.

"Oh my god!" She didn't know whether to cum or gasp in shock. Never had she been spoken to in bed like this!

Her muscles twitched once more, her pussy clamping around his cock as it began to pulsate inside. She whimpered out breathlessly, "OOH! Ye-yeah.. again, gonna c-cum again!" Shocked she could give more than she had already, she began to thrust harder backwards. Meeting his thrust for thrust, her ass cheeks were beginning to sting from the impact.

Her jaw clamped down, she could only pant and growl between clenched teeth. Her cunt sucked at his cock, pulling him deep as possible, almost trying to encase him into her womb. She ground harder, rocking.. rotating her hips.

"Yes..... Yes.... Mmmyeah!" Her voice changed octaves, climbing higher and gruffer. "Oh shit! CUMmmmm baby!" she reared up, one knee finding a hold on the counter, her hand behind her knee to help. She bounced on her toes up and down, making him stab into her ruthlessly.
 
"Yeah, is that what you want, my dirty cum inside you? Oh, fuck..." Darren could feel it already, his body being pushed over the edge, his balls tightening against his body. He threw her against the counter top, his body crushing into hers. The rhythm stopped, the pace gone, he just lurched forward, his cock straing, red hot, on fire with delight. Ready to burst.

And then it did. He felt himself shoot thick spurts of semen deep inside her. He groaned, her cunt milking him, sucking at his seed, begging for more. He could only pant out his exhaustion, as he fell on top of her, his cock weak and sensitive, dribbling out the last of his cum into her.

"Oh fuck," He said, kissing at the skin on her neck, "That was good. Oh god."

His whole body tingled, alive and numb at the same time, "You were fucking amazing."
 
Debbie

"You were fucking amazing."

"Ditto sugar.." She purred out faintly. Her heart hammering in her breast still too loudly to hear much. Her energy completely drained, she hadn't felt this well used in a very long time.

Even the folds of her sex were throbbing heavily, tender and sensitive still. She knew she could sleep right where she stood, her face resting against the cool tiles of her counter top.

It didn't take too long, but eventually they dressed. She served him another drink and paid for his visit. He gave her his number for 'emergency pipe cleaning' and left with a hefty tip in his pocket... over all, things were looking up for her rekindled sex life..


The End~
 
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