Continued from part 1.
The weather had cleared the next day, so I didn't spend much time in the house with Garry. Karen was back at work so what interaction he did initiate was curt, to the point and avoided any eye contact. He left me alone, which suited me.
The next couple of days was much the same, until the penultimate day of the job. He messaged me saying he was away on business and to use my key to let myself in. He'd see me tomorrow. I went over with a spring in my step.
Arriving, I quickly found the front door unlocked. I called out his name wondering if he was there after all, dashing my hopes for a quiet day.
Wandering to the kitchen, I found Karen sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea while reading emails on her laptop. Her dressing gown was tied tight across her body, hair pinned up but still bed messy, glasses perched on her nose.
We paused and looked at each other.
"Morning." She cheerfully chirped to break the silence "Garry's away, do you know?"
"Yeah, I did Karen. Got his message this morning."
"Good. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be very happy he won't peer over your shoulder every five minutes." She chuckled conspiringly. I returned her knowing wink.
"I've got a tonne of work to do today and I'll get much more done here. I hope you don't mind?" She said, focussing on the screen in front of her.
"No problem." I replied. "I'll be downstairs, just finishing up a few bits and pieces. It's quiet work so I won't bother you."
Engrossed in the contents of her screen, Karen sipped her tea.
The day passed quickly as I worked through to mid afternoon. There'd been no sign of life from Karen except during lunch when I'd heard her going in and out of the bathroom. I'd set up my ladders in the hall near the bottom of the stairs, putting a final coat on the ceiling rose surrounding the light fitting. I heard the bedroom door close upstairs and became aware of Karen walking across the landing and down the staircase.
Glancing up I saw she was wearing a large fluffy bathrobe, her hair still pinned up but wet. As she passed me on my ladders, Karen smiled at me looking up at where I was painting.
"Looks good." She exclaimed enthusiastically.
I looked down and saw her huge cleavage tucked tightly in her robe.
"It sure does." I replied daringly.
Karen blushed and chuckled naughtily, knowing exactly what I meant.
Walking into the kitchen she made more tea, turning on the radio as she pottered about. I carried on painting for a few minutes until I sensed her standing at the base of the ladder offering me some tea. Putting down my brushes and reaching down for the brew, I could see her huge G cup tits hanging loosely in her robe.
As I lifted the cup to my mouth, Karens hand reached up between my legs.
"How on earth did I manage to take your huge dick inside me?" She whispered gently, her fingers tracing along the outline of my bulge.
"You took It very well Karen. I was surprised." I replied as my blood began to stir.
"Do you and Garry do that often then? Have another bloke fuck you in front of him?" I enquired.
Karen smiled as she continued exploring the outline of my cock and balls through my overalls.
"Not that often no. Usually, it's a guy from his golf club or some business associate. Never someone as... big as you though." She breathed.
I chuckled.
"Ah, is that why he went quiet while I was fucking you?"
"Partially yes." Karen replied, her fingers finding and squeezing the growing head of my cock.
"But also because I sucked your dick. He hates watching me suck other guys off and won't let any of his 'friends' do it. Especially a big one like yours."
"Why?" I asked as my erection throbbed at her attention.
"Because I love it. Like, really love it." Karen smiled up at me devilishly. "And he thinks my mouth should only be for him."
Her fingers found the zip on my overalls and she pushed her hand in reaching for my stiffening length. Shifting slightly on the ladder, I helped her pull my near hard cock out. Karen let out a gasp as she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke.
"It's ironic really." She said as gently stroked me. "After you left, he wanked off and mumbled over and over that I'd sucked your huge dick...and then he came. It got him off." Karen mused.
Sounded to me like Garry had some cuckold issues.
She gazed at my cock reaching full hardness in her hand and licked her lips.
"I hadn't been fucked by a monster like this in so long." Her voice heavily tinted in yearning. "Garry's not very thick as you've seen."
"How often does he fuck you Karen?" I asked as my breathing began to quicken, pre cum leaking from the tip of my bell.
"Not often and not very well with his skinny thing." Her mouth drawing closer to the head of my raging hard on. "I usually have to make do with the drunk friends he brings home for a semi decent screw. I jumped at the chance when he said he wanted you to fuck me."
Her hand drew my foreskin back to its limit, making me gasp as my rampant head swelled with blood. She gripped me hard.
