Recently there was a fire at our home and it was all we could do to get ourselves out before the smoke and fumes overwhelmed us. We were thankful for our lives. We had to wait days for the insurance company to assess the damage and of course it will take a while for us to find another suitable home close to the schools that our children are use to.
This meant trying to find a three bedroom apartment somewhere in the vicinity we had been living. Marsha, my wife and I went to a realtor who specialized in large apartments and she helped us find a nice quiet apartment complex that took kids and had really nice Landlord.
There were swing sets in the back yard and a pool. The laundry room was spacious with six washers and three large dryers. The price was right, only $950 a month with no lease. The Landlord, Kevin said that we could use all of the facilities and if there were any problems, just give him a call.
Marsha was so excited that she went shopping right away for new furniture and all of the other necessities we would need to be comfortable in our new residence. The kids ran outside to explore the great yard and meet the other children that lived there.
I wandered around our new surroundings and wondered how we were going to make it after such a loss. I even cried since there was no one around to see me and I wouldn't look weak. I pulled myself back together just before anyone came back into the apartment.
When Marsha arrived, she had a load of new clothes for everyone and some essential furniture was being delivered the following day.
"Looks like we'll have to stay in a hotel tonight," she said with tears in her eyes. I took her in my arms knowing the pain she was feeling for I was feeling the same. She sobbed and I tried to soothe her as much as possible.
Once she recovered from her distress, we gathered up the kids and headed to the nearest Motel for a little rest and hopefully some release of the stress we had been feeling. I got adjoining rooms so that Marsha and I could have some private time. I really needed it and figured she did to.
The sun sunk below the horizon and I couldn't wait for Marsha to return from the kids room. I was so horny that I thought I would explode the second I slipped my dick into her wet pussy.
When she entered the room again, there was a smile on her face. "The kids are tucked in and now we can have some private time! I think I really need it. Do you?"
I probably had the largest smile I have ever had on my face and said, "More than I can ever express in words. Come see what I have for you!"
She smiled and pulled her dress over her head. Her full breast stood erect and her furry pussy glistened with her excitement.
I lay her on the bed and as I slipped my cock into her wetness my body betrayed me and spit all of my hot cum into her instantly.
Her eyes betrayed her words, "It's okay honey, I know that this stress has both of us upset and anxious. We'll try again in the morning before the kids invade the room." She kissed me and rolled over. Soon I heard the rhythmic breathing of her sleep.
I rolled over and started stroking my limp prick angry and hurt. Within minutes, it erupted again. I rolled off the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Then climbed in the bed beside my sleeping wife.
Next morning, the kids banging on the adjoining door awakened us. That put an end to the hopes that I could please Marsha before the kids got up.
She put on a robe and answered the door. "We're hungry!" our youngest daughter cried.
"At least let us get dressed before we go eat!" I cried still angry that I was not getting the release I needed.
They ran back into their room and I begged Marsha "Please at least give me a blow job! I'm really hurting here. I need to feel some part of your warm wetness on my prick."
She knelt between my legs and slurped in my limp cock, which quickly came to full stance. It only took about three bobs of her head to pull my hot seed from my balls. My body trembled and soon I was limp all over.
"Go take a shower honey; I'll take the kids to get some food. What would you like?"
"I'd love to get a good fuck in; but I don't see that happening any time soon!" I complained. "So just get me some pancakes and hash browns I guess."
She kissed me bye and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth. I slapped her sexy ass as she turned to go. "I love you Marsha!"
"I love you too, Paul! We'll get through this too."
In the shower, I pulled my cock again. I couldn't understand why I was so horny after such a disaster had entered into our lives. But I just didn't feel satisfied. I felt empty.
By the time my family made it back, I had jerked off at least three more times. I had heard that trauma could bring on unusual sexual urges but this was driving me crazy. I just wanted my life back.
We ate around the table in our room and Marsha called to see when our furniture would be delivered. Fortunately, it was the first delivery of the day. It should be there by 11:00.
We headed back to the apartment complex. The kids went out to the yard to play and meet the other kids that lived there. Marsha went to the laundry room to wash the new clothes she had purchased for everyone. I jerked off once again sitting on our new sofa.
It seemed Marsha was taking a long time washing those clothes; it wasn't like she had to sit there and wait for them to finish. She could come back up here and let me fuck her while they were washing.
After about a half an hour, I decided to go see where she was. She wasn't in the laundry room, but our clothes were. She wasn't in the yard with the kids either. I couldn't imagine what had happened to her.
Then I saw her come out of the landlord's apartment. She had a radiant smile on her face. So did he for that matter.
I called her name and waved at her. She came over to me and asked what I was doing there.
"Well, you were gone so long that I got worried. I didn't think you would have to stay with the clothes."
I didn't stay with the clothes, Kevin came in and saw me there and invited me in for a cup of coffee while I waited. I hadn't had any coffee today so I took him up on it.
I kissed her just to see if the taste of coffee was on her lips. It was.
"Well, let me help you get the clothes upstairs. You shouldn't be carrying those heavy baskets anyway."
She smiled and kissed me again.
When we got inside I led her to the bedroom and stripped her of her jeans and panties. Then I pulled out my dick and fucked her like a mad man.
I just couldn't get enough sex. I wanted to fuck her all day and night. But even that would not have put out the flames that burned in my groin. I was starting to worry that I had a mental problem. I had never been so obsessed.
"Maybe you should call a doctor. I believe it is all due to the loss of the house. It's some kind of loss trauma that is causing you to feel that you have to have sex every few hours," she suggested.
I called my doctor and made an appointment. He could see me that afternoon.
He checked me over and confirmed Marsha's assessment.
"These things often happen with stress or a great loss and losing your home is a really large stress. Go home, drink a beer and try to relax. Read a sexy novel instead of using Marsha. I'm sure she has her own stress she's dealing with."
When I arrived home, Marsha wasn't around. I looked all over for her but no wife and no kids. I sat down on the sofa jerked off again. Then I went and lay down, trying to resist the pull to masturbate again.
I fell asleep somewhere along the line and when I woke up, there was still no Marsha or kids. Within a half-hour the kids showed up and Marsha was right behind them.
"Where have you all been?" I asked panicked.
"We were playing with the kids upstairs," my oldest daughter told me. "Mommy knew where we were.
"I didn't know where to find you either?"
"I'm sorry, I meant to leave a note. Kevin asked me to help him with some decorating he wanted to do." she said with hesitation. "What did the doctor say?"
"He said the same thing you did; that it was remorse from losing the house. Why don't we go out to eat?" I asked them. I needed them with me.
"That's a good idea," Marsha agreed.
Dinner was great and I started to relax. We laughed and joked just as we always had. I almost forgot about losing everything we had worked for.
On the way back to the apartment the anxieties came back. "I'm not sure that apartment is where we belong," I told Marsha.