Carl had been really successful in business. Because of that his wife and family enjoyed the better things in life. Big vacations, fancy cars, and a lot of the right connections in life. Business and Mormon Church duties took up a lot of his time, but his personal life and love life seemed at the top of the heap. Two years into their marriage Carl was doing well for a service company when he realized he could make more money with his own company.
After borrowing twenty-five hundred dollars from his father-in-law Carl had his own used service truck, some tools, and a small inventory of parts. Properly licensed Carl began advertising his services at discounted prices by putting flyers on homeowner's doors. Business started slowly. When Carl didn't have a job he would be putting out more flyers. Then his wife would go out evenings passing out flyers while her parents watched their two younger children after she had gotten off work from her day job. Her job covered the groceries and part of the rent. Carl needed to keep busy.
His wife Anne would ring the door bells and was well received. She got Carl enough work to keep him busy. What Anne never revealed was that a couple of times per week she would encounter men at home alone and if cute enough she'd let him fuck her. Carl's hard work kept him tired most of the time and this was a nice fill in and the occasional large cock was always a nice surprise.
Busy with family later and Carl's business growing Anne stopped passing out flyers and spent her time raising three children and keeping the books for Carl's business. As time passed Carl had several trucks on the road. He hired one of his men's wife to keep the office open and relieve Anne from her bookkeeping chores. He also removed his new hire's panties and gave her cunt a royal fucking on almost a daily basis. Their fucking undetected, Carl promoted the bookkeeper's husband to service manager.
As the fleet grew Carl could guess which one of the new service crew member's young wives wouldn't mind some cock on the side. By the time he had thirty trucks in his fleet he had his cock in twenty of the workers' wives. It's funny how wives thought fucking the boss was good job insurance for their spouse. And, it was good job insurance. Also, Carl had a decent dick to pump into them and knew how to use it.
Twenty years later the kids were gone. Anne gave up getting fucked by strange cock back in her flyer distribution days, remaining otherwise faithful. Carl had that incident at the cabin in the mountains with his daughter that was still going on after two years. Anne decided that with all they had to be thankful about she would do some volunteer work after seeing an advertisement online for help at a local charity.
The main thing the charity was looking for was money. Anne could help with that, but wanted to be more involved. The charity was mostly providing a Counselor with paid staffers supplemented with volunteers. Most clients were newly released from jail and now on the streets or military with an aversion to the services offered by VA. In a volunteer position mostly considered to being the front desk receptionist Anne quickly learned two things.
ONE:
Ex-cons made her feel threatened, but also made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.
TWO:
Ex-Military in need of help made her grateful for their service. She wanted to help them the most. And, they made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.
There weren't a lot of people coming in, but it gave Anne something to do. Her main job was to hand out a questionnaire that asked if the client had tried certain services, wanted to try certain services, or just wasn't interested in certain services. Staff would suggest things from the survey. Anne sat sat behind a high counter with a low desktop that went the width of her office space. There was a closed door to her office and the patient rooms were behind her back wall.
One of her earliest interactions was with a white ex-con with prison tattoos and attitude. Ed was tall and thin, nice smile, haunting blue eyes. He showed an interest in Anne that made her squirm in her chair. Ed had taken consoling to mostly get some food vouchers and directions for a place to sleep. The job interviews that Anne set up for him didn't seem to be getting any results. Ed was just twenty three and had resorted to crime rather than work. The charity was running out of patience with Ed when Anne explained the situation to Carl.
Carl couldn't send an ex-con into his clients' homes, but did arrange for him to work in his supplier's warehouse. To make that work he offered to let Ed stay in the pool house in exchange for taking care of the pool and cutting the grass. City bus service got him to work each day. Ed soon learned that he could climb on a lower roof and see across the bedroom into the bath to watch Anne undress each night.
Ed got lots of pussy with his gangster attitude before getting sent up for three years on a robbery charge. The young Mormon girls loved his defiance of the rules and the law. Nothing makes a Mormon daddy cringe more than a hoodlum dating his daughter. Anne knew enough about Ed that he could get her juices flowing although she would die if anyone knew about her occasional stray fingers in her crotch.
Occasionally they would invite Ed to dine with them. Carl wasn't happy with the way Ed would stare at his wife. Anne seemed to enjoy the attention and would get a little flirty making sure she would lightly rub against him and one evening revealed a massive tit shot down her blouse. Carl gave her an mean look which Anne returned with a look of defiance.
A couple of nights later there was some food leftover. Not enough to make a second meal. Anne proposed to take it out to Ed in the pool house. A glance in the window as she moved along the sidewalk froze her in her tracks. Ed was on the couch watching some kind of porn on his computer and had his cock in his hand One hand was wrapped around his prick as he slowly pumped himself while watching the image on the screen. As he stroked himself several inches of his meat remained exposed above his fist. Finally he stood and shot his cum into a paper towel.
It was Anne's first clear look at the size of it. Her mind went back to the days when she helped Carl start the business passing out those flyers and fucking some large cock when the opportunity arose. Now she had gotten the "early grandmother" look about her. Young guys didn't try to catch her eye, nor did they check out her body like early in her marriage. Anne hadn't put on more than ten pounds since her youth. Most of that was tit and ass. Her stomach was still flat and she looked damned good in a shirt and jeans.
Young guys didn't notice her any more. Except for Ed. Ed noticed. Ed checked her out. Anne stayed at the window. His cock softened, but still stood out and held most of its length. Anne's pussy was flooding from watching this young ex-con. She started to retreat and throw the food in the garbage. Instead she stepped up to the door and knocked.
Ed hurriedly grabbed a robe to try to hide his still erect cock. Glancing at the door he could see it was Anne that knocked. He tried to bend forward when he answered the door. Rather than hand him the food she pushed past him and carried the plate into the kitchen. As Ed followed her in she stepped back from the table. As Ed went by the robe caught the edge of the table exposing his cock. Anne stared. Ed began an apology.
"Oh, God! Anne, I'm so sorry. I don't have a girlfriend yet and I was taking care of business when you knocked."
Anne still stared.
"Yes, I know. I saw you through the window as I walked up. Actually stood there several minutes."
"Oh, shit. I'm going to get tossed out for being a perv."
"No, you are not! It's what guy's do. Something I do myself some times."
"You?? Why would you do that??"
"Because I don't have one of those around."
Claire pointed to his cock, that embarrassingly enough hadn't gotten softer, but was back at full hardness.
"Would you have another load in that thing for me if I wanted it?"
"Yes. I mean, no! I couldn't do that. You are so sweet and Carl has been so nice to me."
"Nice means you are stupid. Nice gets your wife fucked by another man."
"But, Miss Anne. That just isn't right."
"I only have a few minutes. Are you fucking me or not?"
Anne was already undressing in front of him. God, she could feel herself so wet.
"But, we don't have any condoms!"
"Did I say I wanted you to use a condom. Do you want to cum in me?"
"Yes! But, no. I can't do this!"
"You look like you can do this. Don't you want to fuck me?"
Anne went to his bed and spread her legs for him. It had been over three years since he fucked a woman. She wasn't the kind you would crawl over to go jack off. He pointed the end of his cock at her pussy slit.
