I'm Dale Cowell -- a basically normal 40 year old guy at the most significant part of this story. I'm a little bigger, smarter, and better-looking than average, but nothing exceptional. I can't bench press 300 pounds, run a five minute mile, score over 120 on an IQ test, or model for a living, but I have a happy life with my wife Martha and two kids Lucas and Lucy. My life was happy at the start of this story except for one thing.
The one thing was that Martha was mercurial when it came to sex. Sometimes her libido was sky high; other times she didn't want anything to do with me, or my cock, for weeks at a time. It was frustrating because one thing where I am significantly above normal in is my never-resting libido. I'd fuck twice a day it Martha was up for it.
During my dry sex periods I was often anxious; that may have manifested itself in ways that I didn't realize and caused Martha's libido to sink lower. I do know that she often snapped out of her low libido periods when I relieved the pressure on her.
Anyway, my family moved onto Laurel Court, a cul-de-sac of new houses, when Martha and I were both 38, in an area known for a good school system. All of the other families on the block were new, just like us, and had kids. It is a nice group of people, almost like McDonald's land. All families are upper middle class -- not close to rich but fairly comfortable -- with many different races and ethnic backgrounds being represented.
One of the families was the Ratajkowski family, husband Igor, wife Olesia, and two kids about the same ages as ours. Olesia is the only member of the 'ski family truly relevant to this story so I'll only describe her.
Olesia has a slight Eastern European accent, is about five feet seven inches (170 cm) tall, and is neither thin nor fat. At the community swimming pool she wears a bikini although some people would think that she doesn't really have a bikini body, but for a late thirties-early forties mom there is nothing wrong with her body. In fact if you like large mammary glands you might even consider it a "nice" body. Her face is pleasant, even if not "pretty," and certainly not as pretty as Martha's.
While most of the families on Laurel Court get along well, for some reason Olesia is controversial. Some people love her -- as far as I know all of the husbands -- and some avoid her -- maybe half of the wives. I like her because she has an "out there" personality including being very "direct" in her comments, and her slight Eastern European accent appeals to me. Also sometimes her mammary glands are not entirely covered up so...well I am a high libido guy so I hope that I can be excused for fixating on her tits.
For two years we lived on Laurel Court in relative bliss, despite the fact that Martha's libido went through several peaks and valleys. At the start of this tale, when we were both 40, there had been a valley of three weeks and I was frustrated and anxious. In fact I was frustrated enough that I precipitated a real argument about it with her. In the end we both said some nasty things, and it got me nowhere. The weekend after the argument was when things got interesting.
Apparently our argument was not unnoticed by others on Laurel Court. I don't know whether someone overheard us, Martha complained to some of the other wives, or what -- hopefully it wasn't the kids saying something at school (I had hoped that the kids weren't privy to any part of it). Regardless of the situation Olesia found out.
On the Saturday after the argument I had taken Lucy to her ballet class and before we returned Martha took Lucas to his baseball game; both typical suburban kid activities on a Saturday. When we got home Lucy went over to one of her friend's house on Laurel Court and I dressed down to shorts and a tank top with the intention of doing some yard work when there was a knock on the side door. It was Olesia.
"Hi Olesia," I smiled when I opened the door.
"Hi yourself Dale," she smiled back.
"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
"Well since our daughters are playing over at the Rogers' house and Martha and Lucas are at his baseball game, I thought that it might be a good time for a chat with you. Can I come in?"
"Sure, come on in; would you like a soft drink or some coffee?"
"A Pepsi Zero would be nice -- I know that you always seem to have them on hand," she replied.
Olesia and I sat at the kitchen table, drinking our Pepsi Zeroes, and just chatting when I noticed that her top was not doing a particularly good job of covering her mammary glands. I tried to not stare. I had just taken a sip of my drink when with her typical directness she hit me with "The reason that I'm here is because I wanted to advise you of a service that I offer that you may want to take advantage of in view of your apparent dry spell with Martha."
Fortunately I had already swallowed the liquid in my mouth otherwise I might have choked on it, or spit it out.
"Say...uh...what?" I somehow got out.
"As you know I'm a stay-at-home mom, and Igor's income is unpredictable, sometimes it's great, other times lean, and our expenses are pretty constant. When it's lean -- like it is right now -- I subtly work as a discriminating whore. Being a mother and providing sex are the two things that I'm best at in life, and all of my previous clients have been well pleased. In view of your present sexual situation with Martha and my present economic situation, and the fact that I've always liked you and you've always appreciated my boobs, I thought that we might come to an arrangement."
"Flabbergasted" does not begin to describe my reaction. I apparently stuttered out a few things, the only one that I remember is "Does Igor know?"
"Of course not," she chuckled. "I'm very discrete -- the most discrete person that you know, and I'm only advising you of my services since I know you to be discrete and honorable. Now I know that this is new to you and you might not want to decide right know but to move things along I'd like to provide you with a free introductory offer."
With that Olesia finished her drink, stood up, moved the straps of her top off of her shoulders so that the top fell down to her waist, exposing her tits, and then approached me. I was so shocked that my mind was in complete turmoil and I didn't even react when she approached me, twisted my chair a little, got down on her knees, and while staring into my eyes like a cobra might its prey, undid my belt and zipper.
About the only thing that my mind was focused on while in my trance was her ta-tas. They were exceptional; east-west tits with protruding hard and large nipples, probably a D cup, maybe a DD. As she undid my shorts and with my unconscious help pulled them off she smirked "You can touch my boobs -- that's part of the introductory offer."
Like an automaton I did latch onto and lightly twisted her nipples. After just a few seconds of that my cock was rock hard -- having inflated as quickly as a balloon attached to a helium canister -- and her mouth was on my cock.
Olesia was a great cocksucker. I had always humorously heard of the expression that "she could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch" but before I never had any appreciation for what that might mean in practice. Now I knew because her mouth was like a vacuum pump and I was jettisoning seminal fluid into her mouth in what seemed like seconds after her lips touched my cock. She swallowed it all, although her eyes got wide apparently at the unexpectedness of the speed of my ejaculation and its volume (due to how long since I had been laid or blown).
