When I departed, I wondered if I would hear from her. I'd told her to call Rose should her pipes need further cleaning. From experience, I knew some would and some would not.
It never failed. After the glow of the fuck wore off, some mature wives would have a case of guilt. When that set in, I could never be certain if I would hear from them again. But, there were more than enough unsatisfied older women in town to keep me busy through the year.
Three days later, Rose paged me. I guess you could call her my "Pimp." She normally scheduled my service calls. She once commented she would have to start charging a percentage since this took up so much of her time. A good fuck always took those thoughts away; and we did have a special relationship.
I returned the call and learned Mrs. J needed a pipe cleaning ASAP. I suggested we make her wait a day or 2. She needed to learn everyone did not jump when she called. In turn, a delay might make her more trainable. Rose concurred. I suggested early morning so we could see if she chased her husband out of the house.
About 10 minutes later, Rose called to confirm an appointment for the following Wednesday at 8:30 in the morning. Perfect, I thought.
Wednesday morning I hit the door about 7:30 in the morning. Kitty was smiling; I'd given her a good workout but had not cum. I wanted an especially thick load for Mrs. J. I thought this is the day her training begins.
I left nothing to the immagination. I was wearing just sandals and a very brief cotton pair of shorts. They were hardly more cover than a string bikini would have provided.
These shorts were especially designed with a pouch in front which pushed the cock and balls out in a very obvious bulge. They were definitely something one did not wear in public. Half of my ass crack was showing; and had I been equipped with a bush, part of it would have been out in the open. Thankfully I shaved and was smooth.
No shirt was needed; it would be a warm day. The shorts had no pockets; my wallet and house keys went in the console. The top was down to allow me to work on my tan.
I pulled onto her street about 30 minutes later. I recognized her husband as he pulled from the driveway. He stopped; introduced himself; and asked me to give the pipes a good cleaning. He indicated they were having a pool party that week-end and wanted everything in tip top shape. I assured him I would as he drove off.
What a dolt. He actually believed I was there to clean the pool. No wonder she was such a bitch; he was so oblivious to everything.
He was an attorney and about 60 years of age. I figured a good fuck would put her in a decent mood and keep her off his back when he got home. In a sense, I was performing a public service. I wondered if I could somehow find a tax deduction in this. But how do you value a load of semen?
I hopped from the car and walked to the front door. By this time my cock was semi hard; and my balls were bulging in the pouch.
I rang the bell and waited no more than a minute when Mrs. J answered the door. Her eyes bulged out slightly as she smiled. My attire left nothing to the imagination.
She looked out the door; I suppose she wanted to be certain her hubby had left. Perhaps she was hoping a neighbor would see her with a boy toy. At that age, who could guess what runs through their minds.
Of all things, when she opened her robe, she was wearing my speedo from 4 days prior. I guess that added some excitement for her. Perhaps she wanted her husband to find out.
Let me describe her. She was mid 50s with frosted white hair cut in a shag. She was about 5'6" and weighed in at about 150. Her pubis was shaved and belly was flat from working out. She had 44DD titties; and she was obviously proud of them and wanted everyone's eyes drawn to them. I later learned they were not all natural.
I knew from experience I needed to keep my mind on the mission. The mission was to get Mrs. J so addicted to my cock she would do anything at any time and anywhere. Rose was certain that would take some of the prissiness out of her.
As I entered, she put her arm through mine and led me into the living room. She'd prepared a light snack; that was a good sign. She was becoming attentive to my needs.
She'd shed her robe as she sat next to me; and took the time to butter an english muffin for me. Add to that was her pouring a glass of juice for me. Clearly she wanted me to be at tip top performance for her.
We chatted about nothing of importance for 10 minutes or so as I enjoyed her service. She even used a napkin to dab the crumbs from my lips. All that time she had been sitting close to me and rubbing my belly when not being a proper hostess. This seemed to be going good.
By this time my cock had popped out of my shorts; the truth was those shorts were so brief they hardly covered anything. They were similar to those Aussie swim trunks; although mine were just a bit looser around the cock to allow for the pouch.
She leaned over and took my liberated cock in her hand; as she did so she began lightly kissing my left nipple. Oral action on my nipples always got me going. I sat back and allowed her to massage and squeeze my cock while sucking on my nipple; her teeth were nipping and it felt great. Reminder, keep my mind on the mission.
This went on for 5 minutes or so when she suggested we go upstairs. I offered to clean up the table; she indicated the maid would take care of it when she arrived.
I stood and picked her up to carry her up the stairs. Her arms were around my neck in a flash and her tongue was driving deep into my ear. I was having a little trouble walking as my cock was flapping in the air; and my shorts were starting to fall.
But we made it to the top and entered the bedroom. She seemed pleased; she had changed the sheets after her husband departed. Another good sign and time for a test.
As I put her down, I asked her to brush her teeth and gargle. I mentioned I had read an article concerning oral germs. She agreed without a fuss; and didn't catch on to the fact I did not ask to brush or gargle myself.
