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“Hey, what’s going on?” My wife answered the phone, walking into the kitchen. I caught brief bits of her side of the conversation as I waited in the living room for her to return. I checked my watch, surprised she’d be receiving a call at this time of night. The kids were in bed, and it seemed unusual. I wanted to ask, but waited. In knew she’d let me know who was calling after ten on a school night. Just at that moment, she popped her head around the corner. “Do you think you can help Jenny? Something is wrong with her refrigerator.”
“What is it?” I asked. I’m certainly no appliance repairman, but I have a knack for figuring things out with a little Google-fu and some basic skills.
“The freezer on the bottom is ice cold, but the fridge itself is warm”, my wife relayed.
“Tell her to keep the fridge closed to conserve whatever cool air is in there. It sounds like a sensor issue,” I said. “Tell her I’ll come by before work in the morning and have a look. She’s off work tomorrow, right?” My wife nodded in response, then walked back into the kitchen. Jenny was her best friend as of late. She’d just been through a difficult divorce, and was trying to figure out life on her own, trying to maintain a household she’d never before needed to worry about. My wife had been her main support over the last six months or so, occasionally asking me to help fix or show Jenny how to take care of certain things. I didn’t mind helping, especially since Jenny was so easy on the eyes. She was 41, pretty, and short, only about an inch taller than my wife, Chrissy, but very well proportioned. She worked out regularly, and had the ass to show for it. Her chestnut brown hair fell just below her shoulders on the rare occasion she wore it down, drawing your eyes to her tits which were not huge, but just slightly larger than you’d imagine, based on the size of her frame. I certainly didn’t mind working in close proximity to her.
Chrissy came back from the kitchen, phone put away in her pocket. “She’s really grateful.” She plopped herself back on the couch next to me. “She’s starting to feel guilty that she’s not paying you. I told her not to be, that we’re happy to help, right?” Her face was calm, but there was an underlying tension I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Of course!” I said with a smile. “Besides, you know I enjoy doing that kind of stuff. And if she really does feel that guilty, you can tell her I always accept beer and blowjobs.” I chuckled. I didn’t say it seriously. This was always what I told friends who needed help with things. Just a silly line, meant to make them relax a little. And if they chose to get me a six pack as a ‘thank you’, then all the better.
“I already told her”, Chrissy said. “She feels guilty all the same.”
“Well, tell her to knock it off”, I joked. “Now, let’s get back to this.” I indicated the TV screen “We’ve got an hour of this movie left, and us old people need to get to bed.”
The next morning, I got up an hour early, figuring the repair shouldn’t take all that long. Jenny’s fridge either needed a defrost cycle, or a sensor replaced. The test to determine which was simple enough. I grabbed my multimeter after a brief shower and headed out to my truck. Her house was only ten minutes up the road, so an hour gave plenty of time to do everything and still make it to work early. I fired off a quick text, letting her know I was on the way, and headed out.
I pulled up to her house and parked next to the walkway that led to the front door. I knocked and waited. After a few moments, I realized she hadn’t heard. I pressed the doorbell once, not wanting to be too irritating to someone whom I assumed was still asleep. After about thirty seconds, I heard the deadbolt sliding back, and the door swung open. Jenny stood before me, wearing tiny porno 64 shorts with lacy trim, and a little tank top. Her lack of a bra was obvious, nipples poking through the thin material. I took in the pleasant sight while saying hello.
“Thanks so much for coming!” She reached up and hugged me, pressing her body against mine. I could feel myself start to stiffen. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t linger there for a moment or two longer than I should have. “Do you need me to do anything to help?”
“Nah,” I said entering the house. “It should be fairly easy.” I walked over to the fridge and opened the door. I reached inside, feeling room-temperature air, and made note of the blend door being closed.
“I moved everything in there to the fridge in the garage”, Jenny said. “I wasn’t sure it would stay cold enough not to spoil anything overnight.”
“Good call,” I said. I slid open the freezer, noting the huge buildup of ice at the back. I closed the freezer again and started to pull the fridge out from the wall. “You just need to let it defrost.” I unplugged the fridge. “Does the fridge in the garage have a freezer too? You’ll probably want to put all this frozen food out there. This thing needs to fully defrost so that the blend door can open.” I took another minute to explain how the cold air is sent up into the fridge from the freezer. Jenny nodded.
“Thanks for your help. I really do appreciate it!” She sighed, a mixture between relief and sadness. “It’s been strange learning these things for myself. Tom used to handle all this stuff.”
“I get it.” I nodded sincerely. “I’m sure it’s hard. But I really am happy to help. Here, let me give you a hand getting this stuff out there.”
We walked together with armloads of frozen food out to the garage. I pushed the side door open, and with a free pinky, managed to pop the left side of the old side-by-side freezer open. I started placing items in as Jenny came in behind me. The freezing food had made her nipples even harder, and her body heat had melted some of the ice, making her thin tank top nearly transparent right around her areolas. I couldn’t help but steal glances whenever I thought she wasn’t looking. Most women don’t look as attractive when they’re all made up as she looked just tumbling out of bed, I thought to myself.
Jenny let out a small gasp that made me turn back from my task to look at her. It was quickly apparent that she had just clocked what happened to her top. She looked up at me, slightly biting her bottom lip. I smiled, caught off guard, knowing she saw me looking. I opened my mouth, but couldn’t think of anything to say. I mumbled something to the effect of “don’t worry, I didn’t see anything”, but it was absolutely clear that I had. She handed me the last of what she’d been holding, and I placed them into the freezer. I turned around back to face her, assuming she’d have folded her arms across her chest or something else in an effort to cover up. She hadn’t.
“It’s probably too early for a beer, huh?” She had a very slight grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, as she stood there, her perky tits on display through her newly transparent shirt.
“Probably… I don’t think my boss would appreciate smelling beer on me first thing in the morning.”
Jenny stepped toward me, placing one hand gently on my right hip. “Well then,” her voice just above a whisper, “I think I’ll have to go with another form of payment.” Her other hand landed softly on my belt buckle.
I felt my breath catch in my throat. Was she serious? I certainly would love to have her suck me off, but I couldn’t do that to Chrissy. Snapping myself back to reality, I placed my hand on top of hers, and said so.
“She already knows. I told her I was going to do this last night.”
“You Türkçe altyazılı porno did?” I was incredulous.
“Yes… she told me exactly how you like it…” she had moved closer, now whispering into my ear. Her hot breath tickled across my earlobe. Both her hands were now unbuckling my pants. As they slid to the floor in a pile around my ankles, she rubbed one hand over the fabric of my boxer briefs, feeling my now erect cock. I felt almost feverish, thoroughly enjoying every second of sensation, while at the same time trying to make sense of the fact that Chrissy had apparently consented to this.
“She… she told you this was okay?” I asked breathlessly. Even if she had, I was astonished that Jenny would even consider it. I’m a pretty average guy, not outrageously good looking or anything. Why would she want to do this? Surely she couldn’t feel THAT guilty about accepting some help around the house.
“She suggested it!” Jenny giggled into my ear before kissing it. I felt her hand begin rubbing harder on my bulging underwear, running up and down my length, bumping purposefully over the tip. “She told me how you like it really wet… and sloppy…” her words whispered so close made me shiver. She pulled her head away from mine and slowly sank to her knees, staring into my eyes the whole time.
When she had gotten all the way down, she turned her attention to my bulge. Quickly, she leaned forward and licked a droplet of precum that had soaked through the cotton. I saw her roll it for a moment in her mouth before swallowing, then her eyes met mine again as she pulled my underwear down.
My rock hard erection sprang from the waistband, extending a full eight inches. Just seeing it there, next to her pretty face was enough to get my precum leaking. She leaned forward, her tongue catching every drop before she took the tip and closed her lips around it. I moaned softly as I felt her tongue swirling magic around the tip. I was so sensitive that I could feel every tiny motion of her mouth, the twitching of her jaw as she opened wider to accommodate more and more of my length.
She began bobbing her head back and forth, back and forth, taking me deeper in her mouth with every move forward. She kept her tongue moving around, flicking it all over the shaft on the way down, then swirling the tip each time she backed up. I placed one hand gently on the back of her head encouragingly. My moans seemed to come from someplace else, almost completely involuntary. It felt too good!
After a few minutes of this, she pulled her mouth off me, allowing me to see just how wet and sloppy she had been making my cock. Her saliva dripped from the shaft, and ran in rivulets down toward my balls. She smiled and giggled softly, then pulled down her top, drawing her tits together and hanging over the neckline. They were so sexy to watch as she stroked me. They bounced and jiggled softly, the flesh rippling as she moved her arm. Even if she were to do nothing else, I could have cum just from the slow stroking paired with the show her tits were putting on. But she had other ideas.
Jenny raised herself from her knees, settling into more of a squat position. She placed her hands on my thighs. Her perfectly manicured nails- a light blue that matched her toes- tickled me slightly as she tightened her grip. With wide eyes, she looked up at me: “I want it in my throat”, she declared. “Fuck my face.”
Dirty talk turns me on so much. It’s not something my wife did much of. We had tried, but neither one of us could stay serious, and always ended up laughing about it, which generally had the opposite of the intended effect. But Jenny squatting before me, tits out and- was that a bit of a wet spot in her shorts?- had me insane with lust.
I sex izle gathered up her hair in my hands, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and stared into her green eyes. “Open.”
She obliged immediately and I fed my cock into her mouth, watching it disappear into her throat. I could feel the back of her throat, and wasn’t sure she’d be able to take me all the way. I rested there for a moment, then began pumping her head up and down, feeling her saliva drip and splatter onto my legs. I felt her neck stiffen, so I backed the speed and depth off a bit to allow some room for air. She pushed herself all the way off of me, and shook her head, looking up. “No. Don’t slow down. Make me choke on it. I mean it. Fuck. My. Face.” She panted and opened her mouth again.
I wouldn’t need to be told again. I wrapped her hair tightly around my hand and roughly shoved her head back onto my cock. When it hit the back of her throat, I pushed harder with my hand. She helped too, sliding her hands around to my ass and pulling me into her. I felt a ‘pop’ and the last two inches disappeared inside. I held the back of Jenny’s head and fucked her throat the way I would fuck Chrissy’s pussy. She varied her tongue strikes across my balls, which felt absolutely incredible. I could feel her throat spasm as she choked and coughed, but she held onto me, making sure I stayed buried inside her. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, but I wanted this to last as long as possible. Her mouth was oozing thick saliva, coating my balls and cascading down onto her amazing tits. I reached one hand down to rub it all in, feeling the soft tit flesh slick with our combined fluids. She let go of my ass, grabbing her tits and bouncing them in my hands.
It was a fucking amazing sight. I was getting ready to explode. I felt my body tense. So did Jenny. She pushed her head off my cock, her body shaking and convulsing. She slipped one hand into her waistband, rubbing herself furiously. With her other hand, she began jerking my cock as she set her mouth to work licking and slobbering all over my balls. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, and in that moment, I grabbed her hair again, holding her exactly where she was. I started to cum, the first shot hitting her directly below her left eye. The rest sprayed across her face and tits, dripping down onto her thighs. The wet spot I had noticed in her shorts was much larger than it had been before. I stood there, body shaking with the dying gasps of my orgasm. Jenny didn’t say a word, but gently took the tip of my cock back into her mouth, gently rubbing her lips over the swollen purple head. The last of my cum having been pulled from me into her hot, wet mouth, I slowly backed up a step and looked down at her.
She shivered once, then stood. The floor beneath us was an absolute mess, slippery with all the spit and cum. She adjusted her top, returning it to its proper position. It was so stretched out and wet now, that it hardly mattered. It hung from her shoulders haphazardly. She scraped off the cum that remained on her face with one hand and licked it, swallowing down what she could gather. Jenny reached for my hand and pulled me close to her. She kissed me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth. I broke our embrace after a few minutes, grinning sheepishly at her. “That… was incredible! I had no idea… you just…” I could barely form a thought. “That was the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me”, I finally stammered out.
Jenny giggled and turned, heading toward the house. “Oh, Bill. You ain’t seen nothing yet!” She walked into the house, pausing at the door and turning to me. I was still fumbling with my buckle, getting ready to head off to work. “I’m going to have Chrissy come over this afternoon. I can’t wait to tell her all the naughty details. Make sure you drive straight back here after work!” She bent over, stripping off her shorts, treating me to a view of her round ass as she closed the door behind her.
Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed my first story! If there’s interest in a part two, please let me know.
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