Jake and Cindy Harrison had awoken feeling sexy. For Cindy, this was not an unusually occurrence. At twenty-eight years old she felt at the peak of her sexuality and was most certainly not going to waste the opportunity of her older husband feeling the same way. During the night the t-shirt that she habitually wore to bed had ridden up. She also wore an old pair of black panties and she could already feel a significant damp patch forming at the crotch. Brushing her long blonde hair back from her pretty face she pulled the bedcovers back, her fingers quickly fumbling at her husband's groin. She sighed as she freed his hard but modestly sized penis. Really she wanted more but she was feeling far too horny to mind that now. Opening her mouth she lowered her head and took him between her lips.
Jake Harrison sighed deeply as his wife fellated him. Not normally an extremely sexual person, he had been a little surprised at his own ardour that morning. But Cindy gave a great blowjob – that could not be denied – and as her head bobbed delightfully up and down on his cock he could feel the pressure already beginning to rise in his balls. It had only been a few minutes but it had been worth it and, with a groan of sexual gratification, Jake raised his hips and ejaculated into his wife's mouth.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Jake said weakly as he watched his unsatisfied wife rise from the bed and prepare to dress. "It just happened too quickly."
"Hmmm. Oh, that's okay."
Jake knew it wasn't okay at all. But his moment had passed. He knew that there was no way he would be able to do anything now for Cindy.
"Sorry." He mumbled again quietly.
For a moment, Cindy was silent, gazing absently out of the window as the morning sun filled the room.
"What time did you tell the plumber to call?" She suddenly asked.
"Ten-thirty. Why?"
"Well he's here now and it's only just after nine. He's sitting on the wall smoking a cigarette."
Cindy smiled. A sudden wicked thought had just crossed her mind. She pulled back from the window sharply and turned to face her husband.
"Why don't I flash him?"
"What?" Jake replied. The confusion on his face was clear.
"You know. Flash my tits at him! He's not seen me yet, I could pretend that I didn't know he was there!"
Jake could see the way that his wife's firm breasts rose and fell beneath her shirt as she breathed. She was still quite obviously in a state of great excitement – his fault, he knew – would it really do any harm to let her flash her tits at another man?
"Sure, why not!" Jake smiled. He felt it was the least he owed her.
Dale West sat with his back to his van and drew the smoke from his Marlboro deep into his lungs. He looked at his watch again and then back at the house. He was too early for this job he knew, but the kids had been playing up this morning and his wife had been nagging him to take her shopping. Getting out of the house on the pretext of an urgent job seemed to be the best way out!
His eyes were drawn back to the house by a movement from the upstairs window. A woman – presumably the lady of the house – was at the window in a t-shirt. Dale was glad there was something going on. Maybe he could get this job finished early and get down to the bar in time for a lunchtime drink. But as he prepared to collect his tools from the van he noticed something that stopped him dead in his tracks. The woman had clearly not seen him yet and was peeling off her shirt as she stood in front of the window!
Dale held his breath and watched silently. She was younger than he had expected – maybe less than thirty – and had a fantastic pair of tits. He saw her hands go to her hair as she stretched luxuriantly causing her breasts to rise on her chest and, if he was not mistaken, he thought could make out the tell-tale shape of hard, angry nipples. He felt an instant erection develop in his jeans. He had to think quickly. He needed a plan. He wanted this woman badly!
Jake had been laughing as his wife had paraded her body in front of the window. Cindy had been telling him how the workman had seen her and had tried to hide himself so that he could get a good eye-full without being noticed. But the shrill tones of the doorbell had signalled the end of the game.
"I'll let him in." Cindy sighed. It was good while it had lasted, she thought. The problem was though; exposing herself to a stranger like that had just fuelled her fire even more. She threw on a robe over her semi-naked body and marched downstairs.
"Plumber?" Dale grunted with a sly smile as the blonde opened the door. He had come across women like this before; husband away all the time and feeling lonely. Exploitation was the name of the game here, and Dale was fully prepared to play.
The blonde stood back to allow him entry. As Dale passed there was a hint of a smile that passed between them; only for a split second, but it was definitely there.
"The machine is in the utility room." He heard the woman call from behind him. "Through that door there."
Dale found himself in a sparsely furnished utility room with a washing machine at one end.
"It just makes everything wet and then stops." Cindy explained.
Dale saw her cute smile and grinned back. He had picked up on her play on words.
"That's no good." He said slowly. "Once things are all wet, you can't stop there!"
