My name is Mary. I'm 38-years old and I'm married to a wonderful man named Tom. We have two teenaged kids, twins, a girl named Mindy and a boy named Michael. I'm blonde (thanks to a monthly rinse to 'wash that gray right out of my hair') and I keep myself fit and trim with help from three hours a week at the gym. My breasts are still full and firm after a present from Tom on my 36th birthday, which included breast implants and a lift. I still get looks from younger guys, something that has helped my self esteem as I find myself edging toward dreaded middle age. I am a registered nurse at the local hospital and supervise one of the shifts in the residential wing.
Tom was a civil engineer at a manufacturing plant in a Midwestern town until recently. His main job was to design new production equipment for the plant and supervise all of the maintenance workers that kept the machines running. The company lost a large contract, partly due to outsourcing to Mexico and India, and laid off a large number of workers from the production lines just as summer started. Tom had been with the company for just over ten-years, so they quickly transferred him to another plant on the west coast. I suddenly found myself at the start of the summer saddled with the responsibilities of packing up the kids, all of our things and getting the house ready to sell.
The getting ready part went pretty smoothly. I arranged for movers to come and pack all of the household goods and soon the kids and I were left in a home stripped of everything except the bare essentials. The kids were initially sad about pulling up stakes, but got more excited about moving to Oregon, particularly when Tom would call at night and describe some of the houses he had been looking at for us. When he mentioned the one place with enough land for a horse for Mindy and a place for Michael to ride the new 4-wheeler we would buy, he had them ready to leave right then.
The selling the house didn't go smoothly. With the shutdown of the plant there was a sudden glut of houses on the market and ours wasn't anything special. Tom made two trips home from the coast and we started to get more nervous about the immediate future as July approached with no one looking at the house. The kids and I were getting sick of sleeping on mattresses on the floor and living without any furniture.
I had our real estate agent drop the price slightly three times and that got a few people interested enough to take a look. The traffic would slow and then stop until I dropped it again the next time. I was feeling pretty desperate until one afternoon when our agent called.
"Mary, I think I may have a live one for you," the agent said, excitedly. "I showed him your place last week and he just called me to have another look. Can I show it again tomorrow?"
"Of course you can!" I was ecstatic! This was the first second look in a month. "Do you think he's serious?" I asked.
"Well, he has looked at a few houses, but he asked a lot of questions about yours when he called, so I would say he is pretty interested." The agent was upbeat and said that the man had asked if they could see the house again the next afternoon. I made a mental note to clean up the place and get the kids and I out of the house during the showing.
That night I called Tom and gave him the news. He was excited as I was about the possibility of a sale. I could tell he was missing us as we talked.
"Mary, babe, I just want you to get out here. This sucks being out here without you. I'm so horny I could just . . ." his voice trailed off.
"You're so horny you could, what, whack off for me right now?" I kidded him. We had been resorting to playing around with phone sex during the separation. "Are you naked, Tom?"
"Yeah. My cock is as hard as a rock right now. I've been thinking about sliding into you and about how warm and wet you would feel. Are you naked, Mary?" he asked slyly.
"Not exactly. The kids are still up, so I have my nightshirt on. Nothing on underneath, though. I can pull it up a little and run my fingers up my thigh and, hmmmm, what's that? I think my pussy is wet. Let me check. No, it's very, very wet. I better run my finger over my clit while we talk. Are you jacking your cock, Tom?" I asked him.
