Janet
Chapter 1
I work construction. One of those jobs that in the good weather you work from dawn to dusk. In the bad weather you hang around the house doing chores. Fix the door, hang some shelves, mow the lawn, and take out the trash...blah...blah...blah. The strange thing is I enjoy it, both the good weather and the bad weather. Maybe it's because Janet appreciates everything I do. And sometimes she does something special for me.
I had worked over 70 hours the previous week. Then we had a bad weather day and were told to stay home. I spent the morning doing stuff around the house. Helped in the kitchen after breakfast, cleaned the garage, spent sometime in the basement arranging the storage cabinets and sweeping the floor. I even wiped down the stairs going down to the basement. Janet admired my handiness and suggested maybe I had earned a nap after we had lunch. "I'm going to make a special dinner for tonight. Why don't you take a shower and a short nap?"
I may be just a very small jog in a very large wheel, but I'm not a fool. In ten maybe fifteen minutes I was showered and laying down for my nap. I loved that woman. How many would suggest a nap when there was so little time we could spend together between my job and hers? Maybe I should have put my boxers on before crashing. But I looked at the bed and before I knew it I was asleep.
I felt a hand moving up and down my back and legs. Damn it felt good and I thought if she knew I was awake she's stop, so I just lay there trying to keep my breathing even. Her hand would go down almost to my ankle and the up my leg across my butt and on to my shoulder. Softly her hand went across the top and down the other side until she got to my other ankle. Then back up, over and down again.
"Just who do you think you're fooling? I know you're awake. And how long do you think I was going to do this?"
I grunted and chuckled a little bit. "I'll let you molest me just as long as you want." was my reply.
I felt the bed move as she stood up. "Wait, I'll be right back. Don't you move or you'll regret it." Janet was gone and maybe I fell back asleep for a bit.
The next thing I felt was a warm liquid dripping on my back and butt. "Now just lay still, I think you might enjoy this." I heard a bottle touch the side table and two hands began moving all over my back rubbing me. It was so very warm and slippery. Her hands were moving down across both cheeks of my ass and massaging it in. I was really enjoying it. My moans must have been a clue. "Feels good does it?" I could only nod my head yes. "Wait; let me know what you think of this."
Her hands left me for a bit. Then one hand held one butt cheek and pulled it away from the other. Warm oil dripped in the crack and across the opening back there. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Janet had never expressed or indicated that that place had any interest for her. Yet here she was getting me all wet and slippery back there. The bottle was put back down put and she still held me spread open. One hand slowly moved down the crack pressing against me. She stopped at the opening and her finger moved around and around for a little and then went to what is called the 'taint'. You know it 'taint' balls and it 'taint' ass. She pressed a little harder and then started back the other direction. We she reached that spot again she pressed even harder.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Oh, my God, I do. I like it. It feels like something I have never felt before."
She laughed softly and said, "Then you'll like this even more." and pushed her finger up inside me a little ways. I did, I liked it even more, just like she said I would. I moaned,
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"That magazine I read that you poke fun at. Now what do you think about it? Huh, what do you think now?" She moved her finger in a little deeper and then pulled it almost all the way out. My wife was finger fucking me and I loved it.
"Get your ass up in the air Danny. No...keep your head and shoulders down. That's right, now spread your legs. Wide....wider...yah I want you just like that." The finger inside me kept moving in and out. Her other hand reached under me and grabbed my hardness. "Now the fun begins. Hang on honey; you're going for a ride." She started to stroke me long slow drawn out stokes. From the base to the tip and back to the base, ever so slowly. The finger was still moving in and out, and then she started moving it in little circles at the same time. Her finger went deeper until I could feel something special happening. I had never felt anything like it. I could only moan and take it. She started to stroke me faster and faster. "Come on Danny. Do it. Do it. Let it all out. Come on, squirt. I know you want to. Squirt for me." I exploded, I don't think I ever shot so much and so hard as I did right then.
Her hand on my cock slowed down. She pulled the finger that was inside me out. "Well I guess that was successful, wasn't it? Look at how much you shot out"
I fell down onto the wet sheet. "Janet, you have no idea how great that felt. Please...you should read that magazine more often."
"Okay big guy, get out of that bed. Dinner should be ready by the time you shower again and I get these messy sheets in the washer" I rolled over, she looked down, laughed and said, "My mistake, little guy get out of the bed."
Janet Chapter 2
The weather report wasn't good and the boss told us to take the next two days off. Lightning and cranes didn't mix well. That didn't bother me. We had been on a six day work week for the past month so a couple of extra days off sounded real good. This being a Thursday it meant three days off instead of the normal Sunday only. The over time was great but Like all things in excess it was getting to be a bit of a strain.
I loafed around the house all morning on Friday. Around noon I decided to try my hand at cooking. Searching the web I came up with a meal I could handle. By the time Janet was walking in the door I had the table set, the meal keeping warm in the oven and a bottle of wine in the ice bucket. To say she was surprised would be an understatement.
After we ate I told her to relax while I cleaned up the mess. When the dishwasher was finally running and the kitchen was back in order I grabbed another bottle of wine from the fridge. When I went into the living room there was Janet, asleep on the couch. Well that destroyed my plan for a long romantic evening. I let her sleep and watched a football game on the tube. Along about eleven or so she woke up and told me how sorry she was and promised that she would make it up to me, somehow, some time. Then she stumbled off to bed. I watched the rest of the game and followed after her.
When I woke the next morning, hoping for a cuddle and maybe more, my love was gone. Well no morning sex today I figured. I was right. When I made it down stairs Janet was in a full house cleaning mode. She paused long enough to make me a great breakfast. Apologized for falling asleep on the couch and what a great meal it was. "Now when you're done eating I have a few things I would like you to do this morning."
Sex wasn't on the list. So with a heavy heart I started on the work list. By five that evening I was on the last chore. I had to admit the place looked special. Every surface was clean and sparkling. The floors glistened. The kitchen was so clean you could eat off the floor. Janet looked as tired as I felt. "I'm going to soak in the tub. Why don't you shower? Then we can go out for Chinese. I'm in no mood to cook and the kitchen is so clean it would be a shame to mess it up right away."
As you can probably guess there was no sex that night either. But to be honest I was kind of tired. Working construction is easier than cleaning house. On the job we have tools, tractors, lifts, cranes, power shovels and other fancy tools.
Sunday morning we had a quickie. I woke up to Janet fondling my short leg. When it was in the proper state she mounted above me and started to ride. It was a short trip. It only took a few minutes and she was rubbing herself and bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. With a long moan she started to finish and thank you for that because I was shooting my load up into her. When she fell down on me I held her for a few minutes before she rolled off and lay there recovering. "Well that was nice. Wasn't it? Maybe we should have done that instead of cleaning house yesterday."
The afternoon I spent watching more football as it stormed out side. Janet had planned to spend the day working in her garden while I did other chores. Cut the grass, trim the hedges clean the driveway and sidewalk and a few other things. Thank you Mother Nature, a day of rest.
After the noon game was over I really didn't feel like another one so I told her I was going to shower and see about another nap. As I walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist Janet was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Remember about four or five weeks ago the thing we did? You on your knees and me behind you, I did something that I had never done before and how much you enjoyed it?"
"I remember, only it was over six weeks ago. But who's counting? Why?"
"Well I was thinking. You certainly had a good time. I had a good time. It was something beyond the normal for us. And maybe if you're interested maybe we could do some of that stuff again. I had an idea that might be fun."
"And just what did you have in mind? Me doing something like that to you?"
"Oh no...you would still be the one that gets treated. I'm just thinking maybe a little different this time and if the bulge in your towel is any indication I think you're interested."
She jumped up pulled the covers off the bed and sent them flying. Telling me to wait a minute she left the room and returned with a large beach towel and covered most of the bed. She paused and thought a moment. Pulled the towel away, grabbed a pillow and put it in the middle of the bed then threw the towel back in place. "That's better. Drop the towel mister and get your body up in place. The pillow under your hips, Yah...just like that. Now don't go away, I'll be right back. I forgot the oil. Can't forget the oil, can we?"
After getting me to spread my legs she knelt between my knees. My cock didn't need any encouragement. It was ready and waiting for whatever Janet had in mind. As she studied my body, all open and waiting, "You need to scooch down a bit. That's better."
That's when the fun began. She picked up my hard cock and poured some oil over the head and let it run down the shaft and over her fingers. There is nothing like a slippery cock and soft fingers gliding up and down it. In just a few minutes I could feel the pressure building. Janet could see it on my face. "Not yet Danny...not yet...wait...I'm not finished. Don't you dare come, not yet you hear me?"
