Thankful Ch. 07

"Dammit!!!" I yelled as the TV went dark. The power had gone out, again-the second time in less than a week's time. A minute later, I heard Sandy's voice through the screen door. She'd just passed my house on her nightly turn around the neighborhood, and heard my outburst.

"You OK??"

I let out a sigh. "Yeah, the power just quit-again." There had been thunderstorms on and off most of the day. It didn't take much to make for a power failure when the weather got unsettled. I could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Apparently the storm wasn't far enough away that it would not affect our fragile power grid.

Some background... my development was built in two phases. The section Sandy lives in was part of several dozen homes that were in the first phase. They were all on city power, coming from the municipal power plant in the town we were just a few miles from. The section I lived in had been built a couple years later, and was on the regional cooperative's network. We were supposed to be on the city network, but some weaselly politics back in the day wound up with my side on the cooperative. The difference in reliability was evident every time there was a thunderstorm. My side would lose power with stunning regularity, often less than 30 minutes into a storm, and sometimes stay out for hours. Sandy's side?? The lights never even blinked. It was a constant source of frustration. The lawyers for both the city and the cooperative had been at odds for several years over the issue. Meanwhile, I sat in the dark every time there was a lightning flash.

Sandy looked at me, strawberry blonde hair framing her pretty face, accented by her gorgeous green eyes. "You can come over to our place if you want. We have plenty of room if you need a place to stay."

I stepped out onto the walk, taking her hands in mine. "Thanks, Sandy. You're too good to me. Let's see what happens. Sometimes I have it back in an hour. But if it goes much longer than that, I'll probably be over."

I looked into Sandy's eyes, seeing a deep affection there. If she looked at me like that much longer, I was going to melt. As it was, I was resisting the urge to just pull her into the house, power out or not, and drag her back to the bedroom for a quick tumble. Even in her mom jeans and T-shirt, she was amazingly sexy. The only reason I didn't yield was that I knew her husband, Jeff, was home. Sandy and I had been having a semi regular thing going for a couple of years, and I didn't want to upset that apple cart, especially right in the midst of our neighborhood.

Ninety minutes later, the sun was setting, and still no electricity. I shot Sandy a message, telling her I'd be over, and did she have some crackers, as I had some cheese and wine I wanted to get out of the fridge. She said she did, and to come over any time. I gathered up the wine and cheese, and headed across the road to her house. She and Jeff greeted me warmly, commenting on the situation, they reiterating their offer to come over whenever the power went down. I kidded them, saying they'd find me moved into their living room in short order, giving everyone a good laugh. I told them I'd earn my keep, as I can cook and do laundry.

Sandy broke out the crackers and some more wine, and we had a nice evening talking about our origins-all of us originally from the northeast, now in the Ozarks-and how we got to be in this little enclave. Finally, around 11, Jeff allowed how he had an early start, and was heading up to bed, leaving Sandy and me to clean up. That was fine with us, since we both appreciated the private moments it would give us.

We made quick work of the few dishes and glasses, and then Sandy listened for a moment, and hearing Jeff in the bathroom, leaned to me, giving me a short, but slightly lingering kiss, her hand holding my cheek for a moment as she pulled away.

"That will have to do for now," she said, giving me another quick kiss.

I smiled. "I didn't expect even that, given that Jeff is home," I said. "I'm just grateful to have a place to stay that has power. Tonight has been wonderful." I looked around, giving an ear to upstairs. Hearing water running, I pulled Sandy to me, kissing her a little longer than our first kiss, but not too long. She just smiled as I pulled away, tapping her hand on my cheek, her expression saying, 'I could go for more of that.'

We broke our trance long enough for Sandy to say, "Let me get you some covers. The kids' rooms are now full of junk, they kind of became catch alls after they moved out following college, so you'll be stuck with the sofa."

I chuckled. "I know how that works. I turned our spare bedroom into an office, and now you can't walk through it for all the clutter. That's fine, Sandy. As I said, I'm just grateful to have a place with electricity." I was feeling the electricity every time I looked into Sandy's eyes. It was going to be a hard night knowing she was so close, but, oh, so inaccessible. While Sandy got me set up, I ran back over to my house to get a pair of boxers-I didn't think sleeping in the nude in Sandy's living room would go over well-and some toiletries, returning, just as Sandy was finishing up making my "bed."

I thanked her, and we shared a short kiss, after which she went upstairs, giving me a long look as she went. I settled in, doom scrolling on my phone as I typically do, since reading small type on a small screen tends to put me to sleep. I finally dozed off around 1 AM.

I usually sleep like a stone. You can set off a grenade under the bed, I won't wake up. But sometimes, something will bring me out of the depths of my slumber, I can't explain why. Tonight was one of those nights. I awoke groggily to find someone standing over me. As I collected my wits, I realized it was Sandy, standing over me in a thin camisole, the kind made of T-shirt material, with spaghetti straps. Sandy rocks a top like this, her C cup tits big enough to pull the straps away from her body, her nipples poking through lewdly. As if that weren't enough, down below she had on a pair of thin white panties, her bush quite visible through the thin fabric, some stray blonde escaping the leg bands.

"I'm being visited by an angel in the night," I said softly, taking in her beauty in the dim light. "What a thing to see when I wake up. Glad I did," I said, taking her hand.

Sandy laughed quietly. "That's funny. I'd gotten up to get a drink, and was just looking at you lying here, all sleepy and nestled in, and wondered if you'd be mad at me for waking you up." She smiled as I moved to a sitting position, now taking both her hands.

"Not hardly," I said, squeezing her hands. "You can wake me up any time. If I'm not on your sofa, come over to my place, I'll let you in. You can even sleep in my bed."

Sandy laughed. "I might take you up on that." She leaned forward to kiss me, giving me a good look at her breasts, unrestrained under the camisole. As we kissed, she knelt in front of me, patting my ass. "Lift up," she said, then reaching to pull my boxers down, revealing my growing hard on. "Mmmm..." she said, licking her lips. "Need a snack to go with my drink." She then took the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around before taking me deep, her nose in my pubes as she deep throated me. The feeling was delightful, and I stiffened immediately.

Sandy worked me for about five minutes, getting my cock good and hard-not that I needed the help, just seeing her there had me stoked-and good and wet. She then stood, and I could see a wet spot had developed on her panties. She pushed the band away on her left leg, and I could see her opening labia now peeking out of her bush. I pulled her to me, giving her a couple of fast licks, making her knees shake. She pushed me away, and she straddled me on the sofa, taking my cock and guiding it right up inside her, slowly settling on me, wiggling her hips as she bottomed out, my cock now poking her womb. I could feel her ass settling in on my balls as she got comfortable. Sandy kissed me hard, starting to ride now that she had my cock deep in her very wet pussy.

We kissed for a long few minutes, both of us getting into the totally spontaneous balling, each building to a good cum. "You can't cum in me," said Sandy, finally breaking our kiss. "There's no way I can go back to bed a mess, smelling like I just got laid."

"I understand." I had a feeling that was going to be the case, though it was going to involve some repositioning before much longer. "Cum running down your thigh and soaking your panties might not be a good look."

Sandy laughed at the idea. We were getting close. I told her it was getting to be time to change spots. "Gonna cum soon, Sandy," I said, kissing her.

Sandy giggled. "Yeah, I can tell. You're starting to leak like always." She kissed me. "I love it." She looked down at me. "It's not much, but at least I get a little of your cum in me." She kissed me again, and lifted off, and I now found myself face to face, as it were, with her now gaping cunt, lips still spread from my recent presence. Sandy looked at me, pulled her panties off her hips, letting them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them, and lay down on the sofa. I watched as her jiggling tits strained at her top.

I slid down the sofa, giving her room to lay down and move back so I could get on top of her. She was on her back, her left leg up on the cushions, her right stretched out onto the floor. Where they met was a spread of blonde hair framing a pair of wide open labia, awaiting my attention. Normally, I'd have immediately gone face down into that blonde patch, but we knew that, as much as we both enjoyed me going down on her, time was not in our favor. We'd have to save that treat for another time. I got into position over Sandy, she taking my cock in her hand as I lowered down to her.

We kissed, and I felt Sandy pushing the head of my dick to her, first through the blonde curls framing her labia, then into the steamy confines of her snatch. She let go of my cock as I pushed in, and I soon felt the head hit her cervix and my balls come to rest on her ass as I bottomed out, drawing a sigh from her. I resumed my assault on her ready pussy, and was soon back where I was when she lifted off me, almost to the point of no return.

Sandy broke our kiss. "Remember, not inside me."

"Fear not, dear lady. I won't betray you." I was almost there, something Sandy could feel, too. I kissed her, and pulled out, making her pout at the sudden loss of my stiff dick inside her. "Sorry, it's time..."

Sandy took my cock in her hand and stroked me slowly, her eyes fixed on the head. "Too bad, I know we have to, but you know how I love when you cum in me." She pulled her top up past her tits to give me a wider target, then gave me a half dozen more pulls, and I was there, a short burst of cum that dropped into her bush, then a long streak that hit her left tit, dripping off the nipple, then another that she aimed at the right one, not quite making it to the nipple, but getting a good coating on the underside. Another couple long streaks, leaving a white line up her belly, some dripping onto the blonde patch between her thighs. The rest was mostly short bursts that landed on the tops of her thighs and labia.

I looked down to see a couple of large gobs had landed almost dead center in her lips. She looked at them, and at the head of my cock, then gave me an enigmatic look, and took the head of my dick and put it at her still open labia. and pushed me in, taking some of my cum with it.

"I'll get some of your cum in me yet," she said, smiling. I could see the lust in her green eyes. "Even if it's only just a little." I pushed back and forth a few minutes, taking the head out every few strokes and poking her clit, making sure to rub the cum that was still leaking from it all over her little sensitive spot, finally drawing a gasp as she came, biting down on her arm to keep from making any sound.

I entered her again, going all the way deep now that I'd spent my load, poking her cervix, and letting my balls hang on her ass. We kissed, staying in that position til my cock softened, and I slipped out of her. I sat up on the sofa between her thighs, and took in the sight of her, top still pulled up past her tits, the streaks of cum now sliding off them as she sat up, and down her belly, catching in the thick hair around her pussy as she sat up. Sandy started to play in the cum, rubbing it into her tits and skin, as if it were some kind of lotion.

She must have had the same thought, telling me it was good for the complexion. I laughed, and offered more if she needed.

"I've got plenty for tonight," she said, still playing in it. "But I might need more in a couple of days." She leaned over to kiss me. Our eyes met. "I should probably get back to bed," she said, letting her top drop back down over her tits and belly. She looked onto the floor for where she'd dropped her panties. Finding them, she picked them up and wiped up the little bit of remaining cum that she hadn't rubbed into her skin. She then shook them out and stood, stepping back into them. I watched as she pulled them up and got them adjusted into place. There were a couple spots where they were cum stained, but only small spots. Still, I wondered how she was going to sneak past her husband, probably still smelling of semen from what had been spewed on her body, and now was still in her panties. I figured she could handle that end of the situation, while hoping I wouldn't be shot in my sleep when he got suspicious.

The next morning, I awoke to hear sounds coming out of the upstairs bathroom, so they were up. I did my morning stuff and headed into the kitchen, wondering what I could make for breakfast. A quick perusal of the fridge turned up eggs, sausage, bacon and I found some frozen hash browns in the freezer. Good deal. I started in, and by the time Sandy and Jeff came down, I had a good breakfast well under way, much to their surprise and delight.

"You didn't have to do all this," said Sandy, looking nonplussed.

"Well, I thought since you were so gracious as to give me a place to crash, I thought it would be a nice way to show my gratitude."

Sandy laughed. "This is wonderful, thanks."

"No, thank you," I said, looking into Sandy's eyes. "And I do dishes, too."

They both laughed at that, and we sat to enjoy our morning repast. As we got into the meal, Sandy picked up a sausage link, and looked at me as she stuck it into her mouth. "Mmmmm.... I love a good sausage in the morning..." She just smiled as we shared our little secret.

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Author's note:

As I wrote this, an alternate ending came to mind. It picks up from where Sandy is riding me on the sofa. Read on....

"I'm getting close, Sandy," I said, as my cock started swelling in anticipation of blowing a big load for her. Sandy, instead of slowing and pulling off me, slowed her pace, intensifying it, now pushing her pussy down onto me, very slowly, very deep, very deliberately. I could feel her bush pressing into mine as she took my cock deeper than she had til now. She kissed me, hard and lustfully.

"Sandy..."

"Mmmm hmmmm..."

"Sandy, gonna cum," I said, my voice muffled by her kiss. She was not letting up, in fact, just kissed me harder. I was rapidly reaching the point of no return.

"Mmmm hmmmm..." she replied again, grinding her clit into my pubic bone.

"SANDY!!" I tried to express the urgency of the situation, but that only served to make her redouble her effort to draw my cum out. She took my face in her hands, pressing my lips to hers. I was now done, and I felt the irresistible urge of a rising load. Sandy pushed down even harder, letting out several small whimpers as my sperm rushed into her apparently very wanting vagina. I pumped and shot, and filled her with the usual barrage of my seed, flooding her to overflowing. Her kiss continued unabated til my cock stopped pulsing. She broke the kiss, exhaling hard.

"Um, Sandy, I think you were supposed to get off me before I came." I looked at her, she giving me a curious smile. My cock was swimming in her flooded cunt. She wiggled her hips, giggling as my cock slurped inside her.

"Oopsie," she said, still giving me that smile. We kissed while my cock deflated, finally slipping out of her with a slurp. She stood, her panties still pulled over, her blonde bush wet and tangled. A long drip of semen dropped from between her still spread labia, landing in a puddle on the floor. Sandy watched as it settled on the carpet.

"Oopsie," she said, grinning. "Guess I'll have some clean up later." She pulled her panties back into place, my cum still spilling from her pussy.

"Um, how are you going to explain the mess?? I mean, when we started this, you told me not to cum inside you, and here you are, going back to bed a total cummy mess."

Sandy leaned forward to kiss me, again giving me a good look at her swaying tits under the thin camisole. "Let me worry about that. Jeff won't be getting any of this today."

There must have been something going on I wasn't aware of, but I wasn't going to question it. There are always issues in a marriage that are not apparent to outsiders, sometimes a running undertone that is well hidden, even when an observer is in their midst, as I had been for much of the previous eight or so hours. I knew they'd been having some issues, Sandy taking her frustrations to me, making me the beneficiary of their conflict. Best to let them figure it out, and not try to solve problems I probably can't do anything about anyway. I watched as she started up the stairs, giving me a longing look as she went.

The next morning, I awoke to hear what seemed to be getting ready for the day sounds coming from upstairs. I got myself together, and went into the kitchen to see if there was something I could do for breakfast. I found eggs, sausage links, bacon, some frozen hash browns and a few other items. While Sandy and Jeff were getting dressed, I put together a feast, a large bowl of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage.

A few minutes later, they came down, Sandy in short running shorts and a thin tank top, drawn by the aroma of cooking food, to find a full breakfast well underway.

"You didn't have to do all this," said Sandy, looking nonplussed.

"Well, I thought since you were so gracious as to give me a place to crash, I thought it would be a nice way to show my gratitude."

Sandy laughed. "This is wonderful, thanks."

"No, thank you," I said, looking into Sandy's eyes. "And I do dishes, too."

They both laughed at that, and we sat to enjoy our morning repast. As we got into the meal, Sandy picked up a sausage link, and looked at me as she stuck it into her mouth. "Mmmmm.... I love a good sausage in the morning..." She just smiled as we shared our little secret.