((Guys and gals, this story was my first attempt at writing erotic stories, and it wasn't all that great last time. So, I would like to thank Literotica for posting my work. I would also like to thank my editor, Chunks. He is a great writer, and I suggest that you also read his stories as well. They are located here: www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=268789&page=submissions))
((ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER))
I woke up in my office chair, slightly stiff after having fallen asleep in front of the computer yet again. I glanced at the clock: good, only 6:00 AM. I logged back into the computer and quickly checked email, then grabbed my baseball cap and walked out into the engine bay. I looked over my truck, Engine #7, to make sure that it was good to go for the next platoon. As the lieutenant on the truck I made it my responsibility to do this every day. I smiled as I looked back at my old seat on the rig. When I'd started my career as a firefighter here in Cumberland Ridge, this had been the first truck I was assigned to. Now just twelve years later I was its lieutenant.
Everything looked good so I walked over to the kitchen to eat breakfast with the guys. I was just finishing when my cell phone rang. I scooted my chair back and walked outside to answer it.
"'Morning Hailey. How's my girl?" Hailey is my wonderful wife of six years. She works for the police department and usually calls me as soon as her shift is over. It's often the case that she pulls nights and her shifts end at about the same time as my three-day tours.
Her beautiful voice answered, "Hey, Honey, whatcha doin' right now?"
"Right now I'm about to head home to my wife. Why?"
"Oh, good. I need you to fix something here."
"What's broken, Hale?"
"Oh, nothing really, just a burned out light bulb."
"Okay, I'll be there shortly. Love you."
"Love you too."
I hung up, grabbed the rest of my stuff, said goodbye to the guys, and headed for my truck.
There was a bit of traffic until I made it out into the suburbs, then it was smooth sailing. When I got to my house I tossed my keys on the counter, dropped my duffle bag next to the stairs, and sighed. Always good to be home.
"Honey, I'm home!" I called out. I heard a muffled response from upstairs and I walked up to find her. She was in the bathroom looking at the lights above the mirror. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug from behind. She quickly pulled away and turned to face me, one hand on my chest keeping me at arm's length.
"Sweetie, I love you, but you stink right now! You smell like the smoked turkey we had for Thanksgiving last year."
I laughed. "We had a house fire yesterday and I was inside. I did take a shower and I can't smell it on me."
"You're just used to it. You need another shower."
"Yeah, okay. Just let me change your light bulb first and then I'll take one, okay?"
"You're my hero."
I grabbed a spare light bulb out of the closet and brought it back to the bathroom. I unscrewed the old one, tossed it, and watched the new one light up as I screwed it in. I did an exaggerated 'Gee, that was a lot of work' brushing together of my hands.
"I know, I know," she said. "But try doing that when you're as short as I am."
I laughed. "Well, I still need my 'welcome home' hug and now you also owe me a 'fixed light bulb' hug, so I'm going to grab that shower now, Babe." She watched as I stripped naked and climbed into the shower. I made the water nice and hot and soaped myself repeatedly, trying to get rid of the smell of smoke. I shampooed my short blonde hair a couple of times, rinsed, and turned off the water. When I got out, Hailey was gone along with my dirty clothes. I toweled myself dry and put on some deodorant and cologne. 'That should do it,' I thought.
I walked naked to our bedroom, grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a fire department t-shirt, and got dressed. Hailey wasn't there so I went downstairs to find her and maybe watch some football. I turned on the family room television and searched the cable guide until I found a good SEC game and flipped to that channel. Hailey came into the room just as I plopped down on the couch. She walked over and sat next to me with her head leaning against my chest. She inhaled deeply.
"You smell like you again," she said.
I stroked her red hair, and she smiled and looked up at me. I smiled back at her, then we both turned back to the game.
A few minutes later, I felt myself starting to get hard as Hailey's right hand began tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans.
"Someone in here is touching someone else in a workplace-inappropriate manner," I said.
I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "Thank goodness that someone and someone else aren't in a workplace." She started rubbing my erection in earnest.
I let out a soft moan and looked down to find her smiling up at me.
"God that feels good, Baby," I said. My cock looked like someone had shoved a steel rod down my jeans.
She chuckled as she rubbed.
"Mr. Happy certainly seems to agree with you."
"Mr. Happy?"
"Hey, if I can't give him a name I'm going to stop doing this."
"Mr. Happy it is."
"Smart boy," she said as she opened my jeans and knelt before me. She made eye contact with me as her mouth enveloped my hard eight inch cock. I moaned as Hailey's talented tongue worked the underside of my erection.
The announcer got excited and loud as a running back broke it for a long one. I looked up, suddenly remembering there was a game on. I felt a big, beaming smile appear on my face. A good football game on TV and the hottest woman in the world sucking my dick. I wasn't sure how this day could get any more man-friendly.
I looked back at Hailey as she began to stroke me at the base and bob her head up and down over the rest of my cock. Her free hand was rubbing her pussy through her pants. I threw my head back and moaned as I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. I had to fight to hold my cum in as she pulled off of me and smiled.
