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It was a smooth, careful stroke, the brush hugging the edge perfectly, leaving behind a fresh swath along the wall. Dipping the tip again into the tray, Neil sighed.
"Damn, I hate painting," he groaned.
Of all the chores required in maintaining a home, this was his least favorite. And what galled him was Ann loved to do it. In fact, it was something she always looked forward to doing. But having a youngster in the house changed things, and in this case, it made more sense that he be the one to take on the task.
Ann was in Indiana, having taken their son Owen with her on a two-week vacation, the pretense being to get her hair colored and styled by their friend Tina while there. Neil stayed behind. With him being on third shift, it was the perfect opportunity for him to do some things around the house without having to worry about a toddler running about. And the biggest of those was repainting the great room, and the long hallway of the house.
When Ann did them originally, she hadn't thought about having a child. The color wasn't the problem, being a crisp taupe. But the kind of paint she'd used showed fingerprints far too easily, and it was extremely difficult to clean messes off of the walls. So Neil agreed that he'd repaint while they were away. They weren't changing the color, but it was a fresh coat of washable paint designed to be more kid friendly.
The good news was that he didn't need to do two coats. The bad news was that he had to do a lot of prepping ahead of time. First, he had to move all of the furniture to the center of the room, and then he had to tape off all the edges with masking tape so he wouldn't get it anywhere he didn't want it.
The tricky part was the wallpaper border that went around the top along the ceiling in the living room area. He couldn't tape that part, and he didn't want to have to remove the border and put up a new one. Instead, he had a stiff piece of plastic sheeting about a foot long, using it as an edge guide, placing it at the bottom of the wallpaper strip. He'd run the brush along the length, leaving behind a thin layer of paint. It was tedious, but it worked.
It was the last of the project he needed to complete. He'd painted the hallway rather quickly one evening. Then he moved to the main room, doing a wall each day in the time he had between waking up and having to nap before going to work that night. With all the walls now done, he'd removed all of the masking tape throughout the house, leaving him this one final task... painting along the border around the ceiling.
He wanted to get it done, because Ann and Owen would be returning that weekend. It was Wednesday, and he didn't want to be dragging out the process any longer than he had to. But he was certain he wouldn't get it completed like he wanted. Like most of the other times he found himself painting that week, he was sure he was going to get interrupted again. It was only a question of when.
He was on the last wall, standing on the ladder, concentrating on the next stroke of his small brush. It was taking longer than he'd hoped, what with having to move the ladder constantly, while making sure he didn't spill. He also needed to ensure the drop cloth was properly in place underneath.
Dipping the tip of the brush into the paint again, he scraped off the excess against the edge of the roller pan he'd been using. Placing the plastic guide where he wanted, he began to make another slow twelve-inch swath when he heard the garage door going up. Smiling, he relaxed his arms, setting the brush down in the empty part of the paint tray.
"I wonder if I can find a way to convince her to let me finish," he said to himself as he looked at how little he had left to go.
The vibration of the door going back down reverberated against the wall he was working on; the ladder was right next to the entry door from the garage to the house. He had just twenty feet or so to go, the length of the wall of the dining area, and he'd be finished with the project altogether. Well, other than cleaning up and putting away his supplies, and having to move all the furniture back in place. But at least the painting part would be over with. Unfortunately, he knew what was happening on the other side of the door to his left.
The door flung open shortly after, and he grinned even though he couldn't see through it, mainly because of the sultry southern voice announcing, "Hey sweetie, I'm home."
"Hi Heather, I'm up here," he called out, letting her know where he was, like he'd been doing almost every evening.
She closed the door, and he caught his breath. In a way it was odd, because he knew how she'd look, but it still was a bit of a thrill. As was her custom, she'd gotten undressed in the garage, walking into the house in just her five-inch black heels.
The same thing happened to her when she looked at him standing on the ladder, her breath catching in the back of her throat. A chill ran down her spine as she looked at his magnificent body, looming even larger as he stood up on the ladder.
"I have to tell you, I love this 'no clothes in the house' rule," she grinned, eyeing his magnificent cock, and how it began hardening right in front of her eyes.
"It wasn't my idea," he shrugged.
"That's right. It was Dawn's, wasn't it?"
His thoughts ran back to his honeymoon with Ann, and the rules his former flame had put in place at the condo in Miami. They'd shared that time and place with Dawn and her new husband Jeremy. "Man, they've been married five years now," he realized, the anniversary of their wedding and that incredible couples' honeymoon together having just passed a couple of weeks before. It had been that long since they'd seen them, but it was still fresh in Ann's mind. That's why she suggested to Heather that she implement the same dress code at the house while she stayed for the couple of weeks she and Owen were away.
"Yeah... it was Dawn," he nodded with a gentle smile.
"Hmm. Smart woman. I love seeing my man get all excited for me. So, you wanna come down here and fuck me, or do you want to spend your money elsewhere today?"
"You know, every time you do that you sound like a prostitute," he laughed.
"I know. A part of me kind of likes thinking about it that way... I can see why it appealed to your wife."
She was referring to Ann pretending to be an escort for her husband all those years ago. It was a fantasy that Heather helped her with, and it became a bit of a fantasy of
her own
ever since then, although she didn't know Ann had reprised the role of Barbara not that long ago.
But that's not really what Heather and Neil were doing. She was a personal banker, and Neil was her valued client. It was all a part of the joint sex account game that he and Ann were playing again.
As far as the game went, he wasn't just spending from the account. He'd added to it just as much, eating or fingering Heather, as well as Carol and Felicia occasionally. He'd done something practically every day. Sometimes it was more than one of them. And once, in an incredible two hours the previous Saturday morning, he'd eaten all three of them in a two-hour stretch, banking so much 'cash' that it made the idea of using one of the more expensive 'traveler's checks' to fuck one of them a much easier decision.
Of course, how much money he was depositing into the account never really factored into the decision. It had been so long since they'd played the game that Ann had readily agreed with Heather's generous notion that whatever money they'd left in the account when they'd stopped using it daily had grown. It was an interesting premise, but Heather reasoned that there was no way a couple like Ann and Neil would put their money into an account that didn't gain interest, even if it was more of a checking account. They were more head-smart than to be wasteful with their hard-earned cash.
So it was with that the interest, compounded over the past five years, caused the amount to grow substantially enough that allowed them to do pretty much whatever they wanted to do whenever they wanted to do it. They still had to account for the balance, which Heather and Tina did every day in a morning phone call. But it also made the game a lot more fun for everyone involved.