By Handyman Blues. Concerning his sister Lisa
The sun was hot, pouring over Lisa's shoulders. She found it both stifling and sweltering as salty sweat now formed heavily over her cheeks and forehead.
She had been strolling and clothes shopping along the exclusive strip for quite a while, and now needed yet another air conditioned store to gloriously cool off in. She had her rich husband Daniel's gold cards in her purse. And so money wasn't an object. Still, she figured that if her car were only about five minutes away, then she could forget about more shopping and simply drive home, where she could lay by the pool under some umbrella shade while tossing back icy cold drinks.
Lisa glared down the street, raising her hand to eyes that now squinted against the blinding sun. She noted the parking lot's high neon sign glittering in the distance.
She sighed. Her car was not parked a mere five minutes away, like she had thought. Rather, the parking lot was looking more like a full fifteen minutes away. Much too far to go without enjoying some cold and soothing A/C along the way, she thought to herself. She needed to find more A/C.
She gazed into the next store. Sexy lingerie and sexy videos.
She smiled. Her and her husband Daniel had been trying for a baby ever since their wedding six months earlier. But today, after she'd awakened, she noted she had a slight odor from her pussy, and even some thick white discharge, a sure sign she was ovulating.
She told her husband she was now extra fertile, and he had told her in return that he would be coming home early from work, at three o'clock. A mere two hours from now. She smiled again. The timing was right, and some of the sexy lingerie in the window would be sure to get Daniel super excited.
She swung open the doors and stepped inside. Immediately she was hit with a gloriously refreshing blast of icy A/C air.
Then, as if on cue, her phone rang.
"Hi hon," she blurted out happily. It was Daniel, her billionaire husband. At sixty-two years old, he wasn't that great a lover, while she herself was a mere twenty-seven with supermodel looks and a porn star body.
"You're still coming home at three?" she asked desperately. She was very horny, and hopeful that his small yet useful cock could make it soon to her dripping wet pussy.
"That's why I called," he said. "Just to let you know I will still be home at three o'clock, just two short hours from now. So be wearing something sexy for me at the front door. I'd like us to start fucking right away. I want to try again to knock you up."
"Just what I also had in mind," she crowed happily.
"Okay, bye for now. See you in two hours at three o'clock."
"I'll be ready for you to immediately suck my nipples and rub my cunt, that's for sure."
"That's my girl," he laughed as he hung up the phone.
She closed her eyes and envisioned her husband naked.
Although getting old, he was still both handsome and muscular, and in fact still very much a 'hunk.' But he had been saddled by nature with a mere four inch cock that was soft at times, although sexy lingerie was something that usually got him hard and horny.
She browsed a lingerie rack, and checked the label of a stunning statin purple top and it's matching g-string. It was indeed her size. And more importantly, it was gloriously sexy. She snatched it from the display.
She was desperate to give Daniel the child that he'd always wanted, knowing it would undoubtedly cause him to lavish her with even more presents, more jewelry, more exotic trips and more bottomless gold cards. Surely this outfit would turn him on and help him fill her pussy with loads of fertile cum.
"Would you like to buy that?"
The voice frightened her. She almost jumped.
She pressed a hand to her impressive, world class cleavage and glared at the store clerk.
"You startled me."
"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "it's been a super slow day and I was just anxious to make a sale. I think every one is down at the beach."
She manufactured a hearty smile and plastered it onto her mag cover face.
"Yeah, it sure is a scorcher."
"Were you looking for anything else, or just the outfit?"
"Actually," she said softly, a mischievous, wry smile coming to her thick gorgeous lips. "My husband sometimes has troubles getting it up in bed, but he gets really, really hard whenever I wear sexy lingerie. But I think watching a porn video together would also get him really stiff. So this outfit should do the trick, and maybe a porn movie as well?"
"We have lots of porn movies," he said. "Hundreds of them actually. Any particular fetish or kind of sex you like to watch?"
Lisa pursed her lips, deep in thought. She herself absolutely loved to suck cock, but her husband Daniel was very conscious of his small size. He preferred just straight sex, howbeit doggy style. Filling her pussy from behind was his favorite thing.
"Doggy style, cream pie videos, maybe," she said.
He nodded up and down, then let an enthusiastic exuberance exude from his gleamy, yet stubble covered face.
Lisa threw up her guard and looked away. She toned down the flirting. She was finding him to be impeccably handsome, and she didn't want to get too hot. She simply adored men, and yet she had been absolutely faithful to Daniel since their marriage. She wasn't about to start cheating on him now. They were trying to start a family and focus on living the good life that his many millions in cash could bring.
While she was deep in thought, the store clerk scooped up a large handful of videos and sat them on the counter.
"Here, these 12 are really good. Any one of them should really get your husband all hot and bothered, that is if it's really true what you say about him loving it doggystyle while making creampies."
Lisa again posted a nervous smile onto her supermodel face. She could feel her cheeks turn at first pinkish, and then entirely a reddish beet colour. The guy over the counter had rippling abs, gorgeous baby blues, a firm rounded ass under his truly superb jeans, and just so much more. Soooooo much more.
