Though the house was pretty much clean, the majority of the rooms I actually planned on using, now spotless, Val was determined to finish cleaning every room. Heading downstairs to the only partially finished basement, I soon after followed her down. One of the projects on my "things to do list" was in fact finishing some repair work down there that had been neglected for years now.
Just before his death, my father had in fact framed in one room that he had intended on using for a much larger den and family recreation room. All that got done was putting up some sheet rock, which had never been painted. On the opposite side of one wall, it had been the intent to establish a small guest bedroom, but sheet rock had never been hung in that room, so it remained framed is about all. Now it was merely storage for a bunch of needless odds and ends. After dad's death, mom saw no point in finishing what he'd begun as the house was big enough for her as it was. And since she had no intention of ever moving, or selling the place, she saw no point in having it finished either. Now however, it was back on the list again. If anything, finishing the basement would enhance the sale price of the house should I soon decide to sell it as opposed to living here. Something I still hadn't as yet decided. Either way, it still needed to be done.
Val has just finished scrubbing down the laundry room, coming out just as I entered the still as yet unfinished storage room. Just before I had moved out, most of my belongings I had stored down here on a temporary basis. As I began moving out, pushing things aside and such, I had inadvertently punched a hole through the dry wall. It wasn't a big one, but in all these years it had remained unrepaired. I had decided to patch it from the unfinished side, as it would be less noticeable on the other side of the wall when it came to actually painting it.
I stood looking at the small hole trying to decide which was the best way to approach this when Val saddled up beside me. She had that look in her eyes again.
"You planning on fixing that?"
"Yeah I am...why?"
"Don't do it yet...I want to see something first," she asked. I looked at her inquisitively. Taking my hand in hers, she led me from that room into the adjoining room where we once again stood in front of the small hole. She stood back eying me and the hole respectively, smiling. "Make your dick hard," she said simply.
"What? Why?"
"Because I want you to stick it through the hole there. I think it's the perfect height."
"Yeah right," I laughed thinking she was simply pulling my leg here, but that damned look in her eyes said otherwise.
"Haven't you ever heard of a whorey hole?" She asked.
"I think they're called glory holes, not whorey holes," I corrected.
"Whatever. I still want you to do that. I think it would be fun, and even you might find it interesting, not knowing what it is I'm about to do to you."
"I think the whole point of a whorey hole," I paused, though continuing rather than correcting myself. "Is that you're not supposed to know the person on the other side of the wall. Obviously I would, as you would."
"Oh come on. Don't be a spoilsport. It could be fun. And I promise I will make it worth your while!"
I was determined to put my foot down on this one, and refuse. The thought of actually sticking my prick through the dry wall seemed absurd, and utterly ridicules. I am sure the look on my face said as much, even before I began to speak. Which is when Val started playing with her breasts, one hand slithering down between her legs as she simultaneously began touching herself that way too.
"This make you horny?" She asked. "Watching me, playing with myself? Or even better...feeling my tits wrapped around that nasty hard cock of yours, stroking it with them?"
Just the thought of that made me shiver. That was something she hadn't done, nor had my ex-wife much cared for it either. So it had remained for me one of those silly, yet hot erotic fantasies that I enjoyed feeling for whatever reason.
"So if I actually stick my dick through that hole, you're saying you'll titty-fuck me?"
"Amongst other things...yes," she grinned, knowing damn good and well I was going to now.
I still felt silly. Yet on the other hand, knowing that I was about to have my cock sandwiched between Val's soft pliant breasts had caused it to stiffen almost immediately. And though I wouldn't actually see her doing it, which is part of what I liked, the odd realization that I would still feel it, and thus be forced to try and envision it, suddenly seemed rather appealing. And besides, if I did this now. I was willing to bet she'd let me do it again another time while I WAS watching. With only a single sheet of sheet rock separating the two rooms, this wouldn't be all that difficult. And surprisingly enough, stepping up to it, I was at the perfect height, just as Val had already surmised. Even so, I still felt stupid hugging the wall as I stepped up to it, sliding my dick through the hole which was just big enough to allow me to do so without rubbing it against the actual sheetrock.
"Fucking hot!" She squealed watching as I did that, and then ran from the room into the adjoining one.
