Fortuitous Find

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. It is a work of fiction, any names or similarities to reality are purely coincidence.

This is my first standalone story. It has some build up, and the action picks up towards the end. Please enjoy!

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"Honey, I'm off to work! Please please please don't forget to get some work done on the attic. We have to clear it out before winter so the new insulation can be installed"

Todd's ears perked up as he heard his wife Sandra's farewell, and her instructions. "You got it babe! Love you!"

"Love you too!!" She replied just before hustling out the door.

The attic was a recent cause of some derision in the household. Most of the stuff up there was Todd's, so it seemed only fair that he be the one to go through it. It didn't need to be emptied completely, just thinned out enough so that the square footage could be sectioned off and insulated in chunks. While he had bemoaned to Sandra about having to do manual labor on his day off, he mostly whined in jest. He knew it to be unwise to capitulate to his wife's demands without at least a little pushback. Otherwise, he would never have a moment of free time...

The house they shared was modest, if not quaint. It was a standalone rancher on the edge of the suburbs. Nothing flashy, but they did their best to maintain it. The decor was suited to their tastes, as one would expect. The quality both appreciated most of all was to lean towards minimalism. Less is more. Early in their relationship, they had spent a few years living with Sandra's parents, in order to save for their own property. That house had been overloaded with clutter, and once out, they both vowed to never end up like that.

Now into their late 30's, Todd and Sandra had entered a comfortable groove in their marriage. Communication was practiced and easy. Romance was still alive and well, as routine had not robbed them of mutual interest. They knew each other well, and seemed to bask in the familiarity rather than fester resent. Their marriage was the quiet envy of more than a few disgruntled singles among the social circle.

A good partnership needs patience, respect, and compassion, among other things. Todd was happy to oblige his wife's reasonable request. His acquiescence typically came easily and without coercion, which similarly contributed to their steady longevity.

"Well, nothing to it but to do it" Todd huffed to himself as he geared up to tackle the project. With flashlight in hand, he braved the flimsy pull-down ladder and prepared for a few hours of hunched over deliberation.

As the late morning went on, hunger pangs began to dissuade Todd from his progress. He had managed to sort a few piles of keepers, trash, donations, and TBD. One such box which had piqued his interest was small enough to carry down the ladder himself. He didn't want to fully slow his endeavor, so he decided to peruse the mystery while he ate at the table. Little did he know what treasures were contained therein...

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Sandra sat at her office, idly sipping her sparkling water and tossing back a few handfuls of trail mix. Her job did not give her a paid lunch, so instead of taking time out of her day, she typically would eat something quick and easy in order to get back to task asap. Her productivity determined her workday, and she would rather leave early than enjoy a luxurious mid-day meal.

Todd would usually text her throughout the day, understanding that she may or may not be able to respond depending on her workload. For that matter, she might not even have time to read messages at all. If it was important, he would call. That way she could excuse herself and return the call. A text was almost always a throwaway message of love. 'Missing you! can't wait to shower together and watch our show!' --that sort of thing. Usually accompanied by, or exclusively featuring, silly heart themed emojis. She never failed to crack a smile upon seeing his messages, as she knew it meant he was thinking of her. Momentary distractions are precious ripples in the otherwise monotonous sludge of one's modern serfdom. For those she was grateful.

So she thought nothing of it when her phone's screen lit up and quickly displayed the symbol for 'messaging'. She knew it was most likely Todd sending a careless whisper.

"What the fuck..." Sandra breathed to herself as she squinted at the image Todd had sent her. 'What's this all about then?' he captioned the image, which was a cellphone camera picture of a small booklet on their dining room table.

'Not sure hon. Why, is it important? I'm about to get back to work' she typed in reply.

'Not urgent! We can discuss when you're home. Seeya later bb (kissy face emoji)'

Sandra stared once more at the image, and the wheels in her head started to unravel the mystery. She remembered that Todd was going through the attic today...she remembered some of the things she had stored away up there...she remembered forgetting how personal and private some of those things were, and how she maybe should have done a preliminary run through before setting Todd to task...

She replied to his text in the affirmative and spent the rest of her shift scatterbrained and slightly anxious. She was concerned about the nature of their upcoming discussion, and wanted nothing more than to settle up at work and rip the Band-Aid off, so to speak.

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Todd looked up and smirked when he heard the door unlock from the outside. Sandra had wiggled her way out of work earlier than usual. She must have been in a hurry, and he had a pretty good idea why.

"Hey sweety! You made it! Cmere hon" he said as he got up and strode over to her, giving her a moment to take off her shoes and ditch her tote before cradling her head in his chest and rubbing her back. Sandra melted into his chest, both relieved at Todd's immediate embrace, and also grateful for the comfort of his most familiar affection. She moaned her dismay and world weariness into his chest and let the day's frustrations begin to recede, as she always did. Todd had that effect on her.

"Baby! Today was rough. I was anxious to see you. That text you sent kinda put me on edge, I won't lie. I thought you would be mad. You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Todd chuckled. "That book is decades old. At least it seems to be, from what I can tell. I never knew you were such a naughty girl! I thought I married a decent woman!" he said playfully, enjoying her embarrassment, maybe just a little too much. Sandra had turned a dramatic shade of blush.

"Honestly I forgot about that sweety. I'm so sorry you had to find it like that, I should have thrown it away. I don't know why I kept it with my old high school stuff. Yes, I made those coupons. Yes, I planned to give them to my boyfriend, back in, good lord, 2002? 2003??! When did we get so old...

"Anyways, he broke up with me before I had the chance. I thought I was so edgy and sexy, giving him risqué coupons. He broke my heart, and of course I never recovered " she remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes for emphasis.

"Honey, you have nothing to apologize for. I sent the picture out of pure mock outrage, I figured you would get my meaning. Sorry, I know text doesn't always convey context well. Believe me, I have no misgivings about your teenage love life. I actual think it's super cute. Too bad for Brad? Brian? Whatever his name was. Some of those coupons seemed amazing!"

Sandra was still flushed from embarrassment, but the mighty wave of relief was also washing over her. She now felt at ease to joke with her dear husband about the situation without fear. Why should she have been afraid anyways? He had always been the model of calm and understanding. He steadied her like a rock, and she loved that about him. Her imagination had run away with daydreams of his fuming and raging, but she now saw that for what it was. Complete hogwash. Todd remained the easy going, affable goofball she knew and loved.

"I am just so relieved you aren't upset. Please just don't tease me forever about this, I cannot justify the actions and thought process of a hormone addled 18 year old. That booklet is a relic from my idiotic and braindead-horny youth. It was Bryce, by the way. And who gives one flying fuck what happened to him. Last I heard from Katie in the grade below us, he still lives in our hometown and has been divorced at least twice. I don't envy his ex-wives."

"Shit, I envy HIM" Todd added. "At least, I envy him back then. Are these things transferable? Expired? What are we talking about here, can they still be redeemed?? You planned to give them to him, but they don't have his name on them...depending what you say, it's a good thing these didn't get out!"

"What are we talking about? What are YOU talking about mister?? You want to claim those coupons? Are you crazy dude? We fuck all the time! Am I not enough for you? Is there some secret fantasy you're not telling me about? What is it, stud?" now it was Sandra's turn to do some teasing. Todd took the bait.

"Well, not exactly. I mean, of course! lower your eyebrows, you're scaring me. Let me explain. I just mean, the coupons are great. I know we enjoy sex frequently, no complaints here. I just kinda like the spicy aspect. We have never tried anything like that before. If you want, I'll throw them away right now and never mention this again. But if you don't mind, I would like to keep these!" Todd got it out, all in a rush. He really did want those coupons. One of them especially, he thought to himself.

"Ok babe. They are yours now. I made them, I have the right to give them away. Since there aren't any other petitioners nearby..." she jokingly looked side to side in their otherwise unoccupied home. "I guess that means they're yours. Enjoy them sweety. Now, I'm taking a much-needed shower. Maybe if dinner is something tasty, we can do some type of fuck fuck like you seem to be wanting. Kiss me"

And with a smooch, she headed upstairs. Todd was pleased. Very pleased. He started on dinner, and thought about just how pleased he might be in the near future.

******

Months passed, as they insist on doing. Life continued for Todd and Sandra. Up's were enjoyed, down's were tolerated. Ebbs flowed, strikes guttered. The passage of time yawned silently as eternity's grip softly closed in on everything. Todd plotted. Todd embraced the march of time. He beat the drum. He beat his meat. Gently. Not too rough to spoil his best laid plans...

"I'll miss you baby, call me when you land, and when you check in. Fuck I hate these conferences. In this brave new world, everything should be done on zoom anyways" Sandra bemoaned. She didn't have separation anxiety, but she still didn't like being apart for an extended period. Todd was going to be in Ohio for a week, doing a mandatory workshop. Really, it was a corporate mixer. Nothing was to be gained or learned, only ambitious up and comers had any rooting interest. Networking and glad-handing. Leap frogging and politicking. Todd was senior enough to ignore the pageantry, but not so senior as to excuse himself. He would have to spend 6 nights at a 3 star Marriott, and play the part. Sandra didn't know the extent of just how pointless and mundane these yearly events were. To be fair, she could not care less anyways. All she knew was that it meant her man was going to be out of town, and she would have to entertain herself.

Todd landed in Cincinatti and took a car to his hotel. True to his word, he kept Sandra abreast of his itinerary. Once in his room, he facetimed with her and gave her a quick tour of his room. It was a 360 turn that captured the entire glory of the king bed room, coffee maker included. They made kissy faces and noises before hanging up. They had nightly calls during his stay, just catching up and staying in touch. They always enjoyed the other's voice before going to bed.

Todd was given two keycards to his room. He left one on the TV stand, and put one in his wallet. Unfolding it, he glanced at the coupon he had taken from the book. He giggled to himself. For a moment he thought himself devious, perhaps even sadistic. Was his plan unethical? Would it blow up in his face? Not a chance, he thought. He wasn't cheating or straying in any way. He wanted Sandra, and Sandra alone. He did employ a certain deceit, however. During their nightly chats, he dared not let on to his true intentions. She probably wouldn't believe him anyways.

On the morning following his arrival, Todd made a stop at a local health food store. He picked up enough groceries to sustain him for the trip. The room his company rented him came equipped with a small fridge and kitchenette. He used the available desk space as his pantry. Besides the food, he had also picked up some supplements. According to his 20 minutes of intense research and reddit sleuthing, everything he had would help him to produce and store the most semen his body was capable of. Which was already considerably well above average. The final and most important facet was his patience and discipline. He had those in droves as well.

Stay hydrated. Celery. Maca. Health food. Lecithin. Zinc. His days in Cincy were autopilot blurs. He mindlessly danced the dance of a corporate buffoon. All the while, his focus was on his sexual proclivities. He had tried, after all. He and Sandra had good communication. She always heard his side, and kept an open mind. But a good chunk of what makes good communication, is knowing what to omit. Bumps need not be navigated if they are never placed.

Sandra was a good lover. She gave herself over to Todd passionately, and they both climaxed powerfully every time they fucked. Their kinks aligned well. They both enjoyed the vanilla flavors of sub/dom dynamics. Strong grips, light bites. Hair pulling, gripped from the scalp of course. Heavy breathing, moaning. Dirty talk. Why be shy with your exclusive partner? They fornicated unabashedly. Guilt and maintenance were not motivating factors. They both loved it enough to do it as much as the other wanted.

Todd ate Sandra's pussy as part of foreplay, and sometimes as a solo act just for fun. He enjoyed it, and enjoyed her reactions. She typically climaxed one or twice before they moved on to intercourse. And Sandra sucked Todd's dick as well. Almost as often, and similarly, during foreplay. However, she never had blown him to completion, or otherwise as a standalone act. He had wanted her to, but after asking for more head, all he got was more foreplay. She had no interest in making him cum anywhere besides in her pussy. Which they both loved, anyways. But still, he craved to cum in her mouth.

The head she gave was good. It was actually excellent. It was even better than he knew, but since Sandra also knew how talented she was, she always restrained herself. She teased him and lubricated him with her mouth. She knew his body and his breathing. She knew how close her was to orgasm based on how his testicles danced in her hand. She knew when to stop sucking, and finish him deep inside her pussy. A good system, she thought. Damn near perfect. Todd never complained. He had hinted, but he knew instinctively it was a non-starter. Finally, fate had bestowed upon him a chance to reopen that dialogue. He would never force or coerce her, but these coupons provided him just enough leverage that he was willing to stick his neck, and his dick out. Should Sandra refuse, he would accept her refusal and not push the issue. But he thought he had a good shot, and was lining it up as best as possible. And if she agreed, he knew it might be the only actual blowjob he would ever get. So he wanted to be fully loaded. One thing he knew for sure, was that for as well as Sandra knew him, she did not realize what a heavy cummer he was. She had very limited sexual experience before they started dating in college. And he understood that the only sex she had before him was strictly with the use of condoms. Just like they started out with before they became serious and exclusive, and she went on birth control.

He also knew that she wasn't a big fan of porn. She watched some light lesbian action now and then, but it mostly wasn't for her. She knew he watched it, but she just rolled her eyes when the topic came up. She treated his porn habit similarly to his trading card collection. She thought it juvenile, and harmless. For his part, Todd didn't watch a ton of porn. He watched it for the blowjobs he was missing. Nothing deviant. He liked amateur couples. He like real people, enjoying each other. He liked watching a woman lovingly blow her man, and follow through his orgasm and continue nursing his cock with her throat after he had blown his load. Some videos he watched ended in facials, which he wasn't a fan of. But it happened a lot, and from an early age, he realized just how industrious his body was.

None of those guys on pornhub would cum very much, he thought. 3 or 4 ropes, and then a dribble or two. Very rarely he would see a decent facial. It didn't arouse him, but it stoked his curiosity. He would read the comments of those videos, and giggle at the admiration of anonymous internet pervs.

"HUGE LOAD OMGGG"

"SHE'S COVERED, WELL DONE LAD'

Stuff like that. They were impressed with the cumshot, the moneyshot. After realizing that he put those dudes to shame, even the ones who were applauded for their 'huge loads', Todd realized he may have missed his calling. He came at least twice as much as the most impressive amateur stud online...and he did it usually twice a day. Sandra had an amazingly tight pussy. And deep. Todd's dick was average in size. Perhaps slightly longer, but a decent and respectable girth. Nothing too big to have fun with, he was glad for. Given how tight Sandra was, some of those more generously endowed lads online would never be able to get more than the head in...

Sandra's pussy rarely leaked any cum. Her snatch was tight, especially at the entrance. This was just another reason they fit together so well. Todd's freakishly big loads stayed inside Sandra, thanks to her anatomy. And she remained blissfully ignorant to just how copious those deposits were. Hopefully, Todd thought, she would not be ignorant for much longer. If he had one chance at this, he wanted to go all out. Thus the planning and plotting.

According to the armchair experts on reddit, the specialty diet and supplements would get him brimming to the max. The most crucial element, obviously, was to abstain from masturbation. That is, to abstain from masturbating to orgasm. He read many forum comments encouraging the practice of edging, promising results. So in the comfort and privacy of his hotel room, and sometimes even whilst engaged in casual conversation with his wife, Todd would carefully stroke himself up to the edge, and back off at the last moment. He would do this for about an hour each morning, and almost 2 hours at night, as basic cable thrummed in the background.

By the time his flight landed and he ubered back home, his nuts felt heavy as cinderblocks. His research explained in great detail just how silly that misconception was; of course, semen wasn't stored in the testes. However, his week of abstention and edging and supplementing certainly had a physical effect. It was like blue balls, but not painful. He felt a weight, a heft. He felt like he was constantly aware of his genitals. Any rubbing or movement gave him a slight chubby. It was like his cock and balls had a buzz on. A remarkable feeling, and he truly loved it. His mind raced, and he tried his darndest to keep cool. The zero-hour approacheth.

******

Big hugs, kisses. Reunion. Joy. Elation. Sandra didn't mind the stale stink of travel. She embraced Todd fully. Her man had returned. She felt his warm groin on her abdomen. She felt his hardness. She dug her face in his neck and breathed his essence. He did the same. They were together again. Comfort. Warmth. Home. Happy thoughts. Guilt? Pangs of guilt. Todd was about to burst, in more ways than one.