My wife Stella called down "Jessie, when the doc arrives, ask him to come right up."
Stella and I fell in love at first sight just like in the movies. For me, a little guy filling shelves for years at the supermarket, it was a miracle; my wild fantasy coming true that a beautiful women could desire me. It happened for real with Stella. We make a great couple. My head reaches almost level with her shoulders thanks to new elevator built-up shoes making me look much taller.
My wife's dark brown hair is styled long and I adore her green eyes. Her 34c breasts look big on a slim frame. I think Stella is one of those few women who absolutely ooze sex appeal. Loves new clothes and shoes for every occasion. Enjoys weekly salon visits for hairstyling, manicure and pedicure. Keeps fit from regular sessions with her personal trainer.
Not that I mind paying off all these expenses. I was so lucky winning a major prize in the national lotto. Then had a bigger stroke of luck just one week afterwards. Meeting Stella when her car broke down outside my house.
Her credit card is full every month; personal shopping plus gifts for friends and family. She is very generous. Curiously, my wife is proud of saving me money by rarely buying lingerie. She has a habit of not wearing a bra or panties.
Answering the front door bell, I was greeted with a strong handshake from a tall young man in jeans and blue shirt. It was the self-styled PC Doc booked this morning to help my dear wife cure her computer problems. The expensive desktop model was quite new but she declined to send it back to the suppliers under warranty. Friends had recommended this man as very obliging. Told me to call him Doc. He immediately bounded up the staircase when I told him our computer was situated in a spare bedroom.
I bustled around in the kitchen making fresh coffee to accompany my home baked cookies. On my way up to serve our visitor, I could hear my wife giggling and I was pleased to know she was in a good mood. Surprising to see that Stella was still wearing her morning robe showing a lot of cleavage. That moment, not looking where I was going, I tripped over a loose cable by the computer desk.
It was a disaster. The tray somersaulted in the air. Three cups emptied hot coffee all over Doc, saturating his lap. He yelled out aloud. I dashed away to fetch a towel. When I got back, my wife was busy pulling down his jeans. She cooed,
"You poor man, do hope you are not badly scalded."
Grabbing the towel, she rubbed all over his soaked tight- fitting briefs revealing the profile of a sizable penis.
"Oh dear. These will have to come off to see if there is any damage."
A swift tug and the briefs were around his ankles. My eyes focussed on a definitely full prick, its purple head swaying. Stella gasped, reached out and pulled it to her lips. She quickly licked the tip and shaft several times. Without looking up at me, she said,
"I think that's the worst of the coffee gone. Don't stand around Jessie, get his clothes in the washer before the stain can set." Leaving the room, I noticed her hand was still clasping him. So typical of my darling Stella; she's always kind and sympathetic. In the utility room, I busied myself with the detergent and machine setting for the best wash programme. The least I could do in the circumstances was to get the man's clothes laundered.
Back upstairs, I found they had gone through to our en-suite bedroom. Stella was sitting on the bed with Doc kneeling in front. She was holding a silk handkerchief. More astonishing was that it was wrapped around his cock as she rhythmically eased it up and down. Her first words were,
"About time you came back Jessie. This poor man may be seriously injured. You're responsible. He's engaged to Rita. They're getting married in the summer.
"If Doc's manhood is damaged then I expect his medical insurers will sue you. Will take every penny we've got. We must restore his self-confidence. Prove there's no major problem. Right, so first, get some moisturising cream and massage it in."
I dived into the bathroom, grabbed an open jar.
"That's good Jessie. Now when I take this handkerchief off, you coat him with a handful."
I felt very embarrassed. I was about to intimately touch a man. I spread the cream generously down the shaft. My wife prompted me to rub it all in. I did, down to his balls plus an extra coating over the bulb head.
"Well done Jessie, I'm ready for it."
I could not believe my eyes, Stella almost completely naked. The wide-open robe revealed her parted thighs, one hand touching her pussy. She reminded me of a model posing for an erotic picture.
"Come on, let's get it done for nice Doc. Push it in."
