"You'll be at home late again?" Carla yelled at the phone while she did dishes with one hand.
"Sorry baby", yawned Steve, "I have a lot of work I need to deal with, and besides..." He sighed, "It's not like you're the sexy hot girl I married 2 years ago, are you?"
"What in the bloody hell are you implying?" She said, feeling self-conscious.
"Ever since you've conceived Brian, your hot figure has gone out the window, and your boobs are so saggy that they disgust me..." He chuckled.
Carla could hear Steve's secretary's voice in the background.
"Oh Stevie!" This was followed by sounds that could be nothing else but smooches.
"Sorry baby," Steve said, "I gotta hang up, boss's gonna check on me any second..."
Carla hung up the phone; she simply couldn't take it anymore. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued washing dishes. She had come to accept the bitter reality that her husband was hooking up with his secretary while she was destined to be his servant, doing household chores and looking after their 7 month old son, Brian.
She hadn't had any sex in the past 1 year whatsoever, and had only used her dildo and her fingers to relieve her sexual tension. She always had so many chores to do that she was able to keep her sexual desires at bay; but these desires had gradually built up and were now causing emotional distress. Her husband thought that the soft and milky mounds of flesh on her chest were disgusting, and had resorted to abandoning them completely.
Carla, as usual, was in her Nightie while doing the household chores, and didn't have any undergarments on, because she liked to let her body parts 'breathe'. Her boobs were full of milk and felt heavy and tender.
Whilst she was ironing some clothes, she heard the doorbell ring.
"Coming!" She yelled and ran towards the door. Having opened the door, she found herself face to face with a tall and young man.
He was in a white shirt with a tie, yet Carla could notice his bulging muscles beneath the white fabric. His eyes had a certain glow which drew her to him. His black beard and hair contrasted starkly against his pale white skin, and his dark blue eyes. The upper part of his shirt was unbuttoned and she could see dark hair sprouting from his manly muscular chest.
Carla felt some dampness between her thighs. Her mind was racing with sexual fantasies and her voice was caught in her throat.
"Uh, ma'am?" Said the young man in a deep, warm voice. His voice was hypnotic, and Carla couldn't speak a word; she just stared at his eyes.
"Hey ma'am!" Said the man again, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Oh!" She finally managed to say. "Hello! You are?"
"I'm Mark," He said, "my parents call me Markus, but I prefer Mark..."
"Carla," she managed to say without wavering. Being a woman of principles, she couldn't allow herself to be seduced by a random bloke from the streets, could she?
"I'm a salesman and would like to show you some of my wares, if you're interested..." He said the last word with a hint of naughtiness.
As if enchanted by a spell, she said, "Absolutely! Come on inside!" As Mark walked in, she saw he had ancient looking leather boots.
"Hmm, quite a mess you live in..." He said, stroking his beard as he took in the sight of clutter of toys and pillows on the floor.
"Please have a seat," she said.
As the bulky man sat down on the sofa, she started picking up rubbish from the floor. While she was bent down, she stole a quick glance at the man, who was staring intently down her neckline at her cleavage.
Carla felt conflicted; on one hand, she felt that a stranger ogling her boobs was morally wrong, but on the other hand, it was extremely exciting and hot as well. Ultimately, her hormones took over and she took her sweet time before standing up. The man didn't seem turned on at all, but rather it seemed as if he was neutrally observing her curves.
"Do you have any baby?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered, "How'd you know?"
With a straight face, he pointed towards her torso. The fabric around her nipples was extremely damp and wet. Her heart pounded, and she felt nauseous. Did this bloody salesman just point out her leaking boobs? Carla was clueless how to react.
"Never mind," he said, unfazed, "How about we discuss business?"
"Yeah, that'd be great!" She said and plopped down on a couch facing him.
"What do you have for me?"
"The company that I work for sells various kinds of oils; some of 'em to relieve your headaches, and the others to relieve any tension in your muscles." He placed his briefcase on the table between them and opened it. Indeed, there were many glass bottles with different kinds of labels.
"This one will relieve any strain in your head," he said, as he kept a bottle containing golden oil on the table. "And this one is to relieve any muscular pain," he kept the second bottle containing a brownish shade of oil.
Carla was listening attentively, but she was more focused on his deep sexy voice, rather than what he was saying. "What's the price?" She said to keep the conversation going.
"Both the bottles are worth a hundred bucks each," he said matter-of-factly.
"Can't you go any lower Mark?" She said, looking pleadingly into his eyes.
"I'm afraid I can't..." He shook his head, "The prices are fixed by the company..."
"Oh," she frowned, "I guess this is it then..."
"But I could give you a free demo, that wouldn't hurt..." He smiled.
Hearing that, Carla's eyes lit up. "That'd be awesome!"
"Let's find a place for you to lie down," he smiled.
"Yeah, follow me..." She led him into the bedroom which she shared with her husband. There was a double bed in the center.
"Lie down and I'll start with your forehead..."
Carla lay down on her back while Mark dimmed the lights.
"Now," he said as he placed the bottles on her bedside table and sat beside her, "I'd like you to close your eyes for the best experience..."
