This is nothing more than fantasy fiction that I have created in my mind and is for your reading pleasure, hopefully. If this story resembles you or someone you know it is one hell of a coincidence. So either read on or not, your choice. If you leave comments, please be kind, as I am trying. This story cannot be duplicated in any way, without written permission from me.
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Mike walked to the window peering through the slit he had created watching her ass as she crossed the street while nasty fucking thoughts roaming around inside his mind. As he was turning away he caught a glimpse of Marks truck coming up the street. Easing away the curtain closed some, leaving a slight opening he watched the two of them meeting in their drive way. CJ opened the truck door, leaning in she kissed Mark on the mouth. Mike wondered if Mark could taste his cock while they kissed. Despite the cold temperature outside they remained where they were and soon it appeared there was a disagreement between them. The gap was almost closed, but he could still see through the sheer, he watched as Mark seemed to be questioning CJ happy he was not. Shortly they were both outside and looking in his direction. A short minute later the two of them were headed toward his house. Calmly Mike moved to the foyer closet retrieving his 'disguise' material. Glancing out the window again his instincts were right, they were on their way, Mark looking a little tempered. Moving to his comfy chair he sat quickly spreading the old afghan across his legs and shoes. Pulling his quad walking cane next the chair, he picked up the remote. His TV came to life on some channel and he cranked the volume up to what would normally be very annoying to him. Breathing deeply he worked on his sickly look. Shortly he knew he looked as if he should be on his way to the doctor's office or to an emergency room his face pale looking and sad.
The volume of the TV almost drowned out the knocking that one of them was doing on his door. Mike let them pound the second time when he yelled towards the door.
"Who is it?" He yelled. "It's open you don't have to knock the damn house down."
He could see the door was opening from light that entered the foyer area, leaving the volume up on the TV making it appear that he was half def. Mike heard Mark call his name as he entered. His voice had a hard bark to it.
"Who is it and what the hell do you want?" Mike hollered toward the door.
Mark appeared in the entryway to the living room with CJ close behind him. Mike turned towards the pair and just stared at them like they were total strangers. Cocking his head to one side giving off the impression he was confused. Slowly he pulled the afghan off his lap never taking his eyes off them. Afghan off to one side Mike pulled the cane closer and acted as if it were a great effort for him to stand using the arm of the chair and cane. Moving slowly exerting what would seem like to others was a great effort for him to just stand. Mike returned his gaze to the pair.
"What the hell do you want?" He croaked out.
"Can you turn the TV down; I want to talk to you." Mark said loudly.
"What's this about you don't have to knock the damn door down to come in." Mike said, as he slowly turned away from them to retrieve his remote and hide the smirk on his face. The look on CJ's face had almost cracking him up, he didn't want to be discovered.
With the TV down, the smirk gone Mike turned towards them again. He knew he looked pale and fragile, just what he wanted them to see. Mike didn't want Mark to get any inkling that he was capable of banging the shit out of his hot ass wife. Mike appeared to steadying himself with the cane before taking a couple of steps toward Mark. He extended his hand for a hand shake Mark took it and they shook. Mike looked at CJ and almost broke out laughing her expression was one of bewilderment.
"What do you want? I'm missing my TV show."
Mark stammered a second then stole a glance at CJ who had changed her expression to calm and I told you so. Looking back to Mike, Mark shook his head.
"You still want CJ to come over once a week and clean for you? Maybe it would it help if she come over more often to maybe cook a meal or two once in a while."
Mike looked him in the eye and a small grin formed. He shook his head slowly and looked right at CJ. Still behind Mark she was grinning with a questionable look on her beautiful face.
"Yeah, that would be alright, can she cook worth a fuck?
Mark's face turned slightly red and CJ's went white.
"Mike, you don't need to use that kind of language, but yes she can cook very well and as long as you keep the language in check I don't think she would mind helping out a little more."
"I'll pay more if she wants, to cook for me once or twice a week that would be good, besides I like looking at her big tits. Not that I can doing anything about it anymore, the damn thing is only good for peeing now, can't tell you the last time it was hard." Mike loved the shocked look on Marks face and CJ's now red face.
"Mike are you getting senile in your older age there buddy? I don't want CJ exposed to somebody who isn't real stable and who might make her uncomfortable."
"OH shit, I'll do better with my language around her. Besides she's too quick for me, I've reached for her ass a couple of times she just giggles and walks away before I get there."
Mark turned to his wife she raised her eyebrows while smiling slightly, shrugging her shoulder. "No harm to foul." She said.
"Alright Mike, you and her can talk about the details as to when and what she'll cook for you. As for the money you work that out with her. We're going to go so you can watch your TV show and I'm glad we had the chance to meet and talk a little bit."
