Katie’s Plumbing Problems

May, 1961

By the time Chris woke up to his alarm clock ringing, Katie had been up for over an hour. She'd gotten dressed and made-up, had breakfast on the stove, coffee in the pot, and the paper on the table, and she was just finishing ironing his shirt, medium starch. As he did every morning, Chris came to the kitchen in his slacks and t-shirt, ate breakfast and drank his coffee while reading the headlines. And like every morning, Katie helped him with his shirt buttons and tie. He'd shrug into his jacket and she'd perch his hat on his head, and they'd kiss, making a promise to miss each other until he was home again. No sooner had he driven away in the Plymouth than she was cleaning up breakfast, and tidying the kitchen. By 9:00, she was done with her morning tasks. She'd done the grocering yesterday, and didn't need to do laundry for another two days. What to do, what to do? Then she remembered that her friend Audrey had given her a copy of "Lady Chatterley's Lover", which she had hidden. It wouldn't do to be seen reading smut, after all, so she'd just have to make sure she wasn't seen.

She decided that a nice long soak in the tub would give her a chance to see what the novel was all about, and maybe a chance to let her fingers do the walking. Despite having only been dressed for a couple of hours, Katie stripped naked and started to run a bath. She was surprised when the water only came out in a mere trickle. She slipped on the short silk kimono that Chris had brought back from a business trip to Japan. She checked the guest bathroom, and the kitchen, only to find the same story: there was no water pressure. She debated calling Chris, but then she could hear his voice saying, "I trust you to handle things if I'm not home, baby. Just use your best judgment." Her confidence bolstered, she decided she needed to call a plumber, so she got out the Yellow Pages and picked a plumber based on the most professional-looking listing. A nice lady named Mabel answering the phones at Palmer Plumbing promised that someone would be at her home in less than an hour.

Figuring she had some time, and luxuriating in the feel of the silk on her skin, Katie found the next best place for a little solo sinning: the bed she shared with Chris. She piled up the pillows at the headboard and reclined back against them, the bottom of the kimono slipping away from her thighs, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy without even undoing the belt. She slipped her middle finger down to gently separate the lips, and then began to make slow circles over the hooded nub at the apex. She was just imagining Tony Curtis kissing the side of her neck when the doorbell rang. "Oh, pooh! That was fast!" She'd assumed she'd have time to put on presentable clothing, even after a nice orgasm, but now she was out of time. All she could do was try to pull the kimono closed and down as much as she could to preserve modesty. She took a deep breath and opened the front door.

"Good morning, ma'am! I am Bob Palmer, from Palmer Plumbing. Mabel said you were having a water pressure issue, and she insisted we rush right over. My brother Earl may run the company, but Mabel, she runs Earl." He chuckled lightly. "Can I come in and see what the problem might be?"

"Oh, of course, Mr. Palmer."

"Bob, please, ma'am. I look for my father when I hear 'Mr. Palmer'."

"In that case, Bob, do come in." She stepped aside and allowed the tall, muscular man inside. She showed him the tub, and the other faucets in the house.

"Darned near dry as a bone, ma'am. What with it being all of them, I suspect something affecting the main supply. Where's your meter? Out back?"

Katie nodded. Bob went out the back door, and wasn't gone but a minute or two before coming back with a grim look on his face. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, ma'am, but you've got a big leak in the main line on your side of the meter. Entire back yard is a swamp. I won't know until we get it dug up, but even best case, it's going to be over $400., possibly closer to $500."

Katie's face became a mask of worry. "Oh, my. That's a lot."

"Don't worry about that right now, ma'am. We've got the water shut off, so the first thing we need to do is dig up the line and see how bad it is. Do you need to call your husband to authorize us to get started?"

"... handle things... use your best judgment..." Chris' words ran around in her head. She didn't want to bother him at work. This was something that needed to be done right away, and she could handle it. "No, that won't be necessary. Please go ahead and get started."

Bob went back out to his truck where his helper was waiting. They grabbed a pair of shovels from the back, and called to the house, "Is the gate unlocked?"

"Oh, pooh! No, hang on, I'll get the key for you!" She disappeared back into the house for a couple of moments, and returned to the door. Bob sent his helper up the walk to get the key from her.

With everything sorted out for the plumbers to get to work, Katie had time to get properly re-dressed. Liking the airflow over her pussy, she left off her underwear as she put the knee-length green-with-white-polka-dots dress back on, and threw caution to the wind and left her breasts unfettered by a bra as well, but she was still far more modestly covered than she'd been in the kimono. She thumbed through LIFE magazine while she waited. "Well, good for Liz Taylor! About time she won an Oscar", she thought. After about an hour, there was a knock at the back door, and she got up to answer it. Unsurprisingly, it was Bob, nearly covered in mud.

"I've got some good news, and I've got some bad news. Good news is, we can get you fixed up in time to make dinner. Bad news is, it's gonna be $425."

"Oh, dear. Well you did warn me, but I don't have that kind of money just lying around the house."

"Do you need to call your husband to stop by the bank on his way home?"

"... handle things... use your best judgment..." Katie's frown deepened. "I don't know. I had hoped to be able to handle this on my own. He works so hard, I don't want him to have to worry about the house while he's at work."

"Well, ma'am. Honestly, most of the expense is labor. The parts we need will only come up to about $75. But I'm sure you can agree that my helper and I should be fairly compensated for our work."

"Oh, I do, I absolutely do!" She paused and thought for a minute. "... handle things... use your best judgment..." "... handle things... use your best judgment..." "... handle things... use your best judgment..." "I can pay you cash for the parts, but is there maybe..." she began, "... some way we could work out a trade? You do something for me, I do something for you?' She cocked her hip to the side and put on her sexiest smile, to be clear about what she was offering.

Bob looked Katie up and down. Appraising. He very much liked what he saw, and his helper hadn't shut up the whole morning about being sure Katie had been naked under her kimono. "Just to make sure I know what's on offer here..." Bob started, then paused.

"Well, Bob. If you think I'm offering to trade my body for your work, then you have exactly the right idea." To underscore the point, she started to slowly unfasten the buttons down the front of her dress. Bob's eyes were glued to every inch of newly exposed skin as the dress parted to first reveal cleavage, then the entire inner sides of her breasts. She stopped unbuttoning at her navel, just shy of her now-stiff nipples being able to peek out. "Bob. My eyes are up here."

"Umm.. yeah... right. Of course! I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Oh, don't be sorry, Bob. A girl likes to be appreciated, and it just proves that I'm offering something of value to you. So... here's my proposal: my husband will be home at 6:30, so I need to start cleaning up by 6:00. The faster you finish the repair, the more time you'll have to enjoy," she gestured at her crotch "... this," then she gestured at her mouth, "... and this. Do you think that's fair, Bob?"

Bob considered. He figured that even with a parts run, they could easily be done before 4:00, maybe even 3:30. Two hours or more fucking Katie, even if he had to share her with Tommy, seemed well more than worth it. "Yes, ma'am. We will gladly accept your offer."

Having succeeded at handling the issue without bothering her husband at work, Katie gave a little clap. "Perfect! Let me go get your cash so you can get started!" She turned and sashayed away, putting an undeniable wiggle in her generous, round ass. Bob stood mesmerized, thinking it was just a shame that ass was apparently not on offer.

She returned with four $20 bills tucked between the front panels of the dress and the curves of her breasts. She stepped close to Bob and thrust her tits forward. Bob gingerly tugged the bills free. Only too late did he wonder if she'd have allowed a more... exploratory extraction.

"Tick tock, Bob. Tick, tock." She unbuttoned one last button to Bob's gaze before she slowly closed the door. She glanced at the clock. It was 11:30, so she had a few hours to kill, figuring Bob would make sure they were done with hours to spare. Reasonably sure she wouldn't be bothered, and absolutely sure that both men would be seeing a lot of her naked anyway, she again swapped the dress for the kimono, wanting the feel of the silk on her skin. She curled up with her legs under her on the living room couch, and began to read "Lady Chatterley's Lover".

She could see what the hype was about. Several times, her free hand would wander down to her pussy and idly play. She rather hoped that Bob might serve as her Mellors for the afternoon. By the time she looked up, it was nearly 3:00. She padded barefoot to the kitchen and peeked out the back windows. Bob and his helper seemed to be mostly finished with the actual repair, and it looked like they'd be refilling the trench they'd dug very soon. She went to the bedroom and brushed out her long hair until it shone, then touched up her makeup and applied crimson red lipstick to her lips. Satisfied with her look, she went back to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and await the knock signaling they were done.

She was less than halfway through her glass when it came. She saw two very muddy men, who were just tired enough from their labors to not pay close attention to whether they were staring or what they were staring at. Bob's eyes were seeking out the contours of her breasts, while the helper, Tommy, seemed near to boring a hole in the silk between him and her very naked pussy. "Are you finished?" she asked.

Bob found his wits first. "Yes, ma'am. If you'd go ahead and try the faucets just to make sure, we can... ahem... settle the bill."

"Of course. Just a minute, boys."

All of the faucets did indeed have both cold and hot water running from them. "Everything looks good, gentlemen. We'll continue in here, but first, hose yourselves off as well as you can, take off your clothes on the patio, and wring them out. I'll put them in the dryer while we... setttle up."

She handed each naked man a towel as they came into the house and handed her their dungarees and shirts. "Go shower, the bathroom is down that hall. Join me in the living room when you're done." Both men headed to the bathroom as Katie threw their clothes in the dryer and once again curled up on the couch, the hem of the kimono arranged to just hide the interesting bits. Well, except her nipples, which had been rock hard for the last fifteen minutes and made prominent little points in the silk that was already barely covering her breasts properly.

Bob arrived first, rank having its privileges, but Tommy was only a few seconds behind. "Alright, gentlemen, we have...," she checked the clock, "... just a bit over two hours. In that time, you can use my mouth and pussy however you like as many times as you're able. You can play with my tits and ass. Everything stops at 6:00, and my butthole is off-limits." She stood and untied the kimono, then dropped her shoulders so that the slippery material slipped off her body to pool at her feet. Her nipples seemed to call to both men as they crossed the short distance to her. Tommy got there first and bent down to suck the right nipple into his mouth. Bob did the same with the left, and helped himself to a handful of her left ass cheek as well. She couldn't help but note the difference between the men's handling of her nipples, with Tommy being all youthful enthusiasm, sucking at it like it was going to produce milk for him, and Bob taking the more experienced approach, using his tongue and lips to circle and tease the areole first, feeling it crinkle under his attentions before playfully licking and pushing the nipple proper around. It was one of her favorite things, having two lovers at her breasts at the same time, trying and not quite succeeding to make sense of the tangle of sensations. On top of that, Bob's hand on her ass also showed the benefit of experience and a deep appreciation for that sometimes neglected part of the body. Alternately squeezing, then running his rough, workman's hands over the smooth, soft skin, he left no bit unstimulated. He especially seemed to love dragging his fingertips along the bottom curve, then up the valley between the cheeks, applying an ever-so-subtle pull to separate them slightly. She wondered if he might try for the forbidden back-door, but so far he was behaving himself. The only thing she thought she might be missing was

SMACK!

There it was! The sharp, but bearable pain followed by the warmth radiating from the point of impact. It was a well-placed spank, neither too hard nor too timid, with near-perfect contact. Then, almost apologetically, a smoothing over of the area, as though rubbing away the pain. Lovely, but was it a

SMACK!

It wasn't a fluke. Bob knew what he was doing. He'd picked a different spot on her generous cheek, but the slap was just as well-executed.

She felt a pair of calloused fingers pulling her pussy lips apart. Helper Tommy, based on the slight clumsiness and obvious hurry. A finger worked its way between the lips, seeking and quickly finding her entrance, then plunging in. She was well more than sufficiently wet and her pussy eagerly accommodated the invading digit.

"Tell me what you want, Tommy."

"Well, ma'am, I'd like to fuck you now."

"That sounds like a fine idea, Tommy. How do you want me?"

"Can you be on top? I want to play with them titties."

"Alright then, lie on the floor and let me get that nice-looking dick inside me." It really was a nice-looking dick. Average length, but substantial. She was definitely going to suck on it later. But first, she knelt to the floor beside Tommy, and swung her leg over him and guided him in. More slowly than strictly necessary, she lowered herself, savoring the impalement by an unfamiliar cock. As she finished taking his full length, his hands found her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers. "Bob, I want... no, I need something in my mouth. Have you got something for me?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do." He stepped forward until his cock was just about to touch her nose. She reached out and took his balls in her hand, then opened up and stuck out her tongue, giving the underside of his cock a slow lick, pausing to tease the split of the head, before wrapping her lips around him and taking him until the spongy head was nestled against the back of her palate. Bob's hand slipped around the back of her head, applying no pressure, but letting her know it was there. Bob's dick was quite nice too, she decided. A little longer, a bit narrower... very nicely sized for sucking, and she certainly wouldn't pass up getting fucked with it.

Katie began to roll her hips up and down on Tommy's cock as she lavished attention on Bob's. She intentionally let some small slurping noises "escape", and felt the slight twitch that signaled Bob was responding to the sound. Tommy kept kneading her tits as he met her rhythm, pushing up as she bore down, pulling back as she pulled up, using almost the whole very adequate length of himself to fuck the unexpectedly naughty housewife. Her oral ministrations and the hotness of the situation brought up Bob's orgasm straightway, and he tapped the back of her head with his finger in an unneeded warning. She simply increased her pace and the pressure she was using until he had no choice but to explode, several ropes of warm semen splashing against her palate, tongue and tonsils. Deciding to give Bob great value, she held his cum in her mouth until she'd milked the last drop or two from his softening cock. She pulled off him with a little "pop", then opened wide to show him his handiwork before closing and swallowing dramatically. "Yummy! Thank you, Bob. Oh, Tommy, sweetie, are you about to cum? Not in me, big boy... let me take care of that." She dismounted, his cock bouncing free and glistening with her wetness. She crawled backward on her knees and took him into her mouth. It didn't take more than a couple of strokes before Tommy's semen re-coated the inside of her mouth, and she repeated the "look what you did" and "all gone" performances for the less-experienced apprentice.

"Thank you, Tommy! I haven't had anything since breakfast, and now I have a warm, full tummy. Lets give you fellows a chance to recharge, because I'm nowhere near done with you. Lemonade?"

When round two commenced about 15 minutes later, Katie got on her knees in front of the two standing men, alternating between them, sucking one and tugging the other with her hand. Both men were soon erect once again, and they switched places, with Bob choosing to fuck her doggy-style and Tommy on the couch, her upper body supported on his thighs and his cock nudging against the back of her throat with each bob of her head. Bob simply could not get enough of her ass, and as his thrusts pounded his cock into her pussy, his pubic bone pounded her cushiony butt, and his hands tried to hold big handfuls of her cheeks. Her tits swung free to the rhythm Bob was setting, bumping against the front of the couch. Katie was a happy girl, with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy, and a lot to tell Chris later. As before, the man in her mouth finished first, and she was honestly very pleased with herself for that fact. The more-experienced Bob recognized his impending orgasm and pulled out on his own, choosing to deposit his seed all over her gloriously round ass. Still draped over Tommy's lap, Katie turned to watch, and when Bob's cock was down to the odd drip, she reached back, looked Bob in the eyes and rubbed his cum into her skin like it was an expensive lotion. "Mmmmm... thank you, Bob. Perfect choice."

For round three, Bob wanted to lick her pussy. "This is supposed to be about pleasing you fellows," Katie weakly protested, "but if that's what you want, then it's what I want." Of course, she wanted it very badly. She hadn't yet cum herself, and had resigned herself to having to wait until Chris got home, but God Bless Bob. She was situated on the couch, with her head and neck leaned over the armrest as Bob kneeled between her legs on the couch. Tommy fed her his cock, the upside-down position putting her nose in his balls, and she breathed the scent of sex-sweat and her own fluids as he tried to fuck her face. Bob wasn't just all talk. Some girl had taught him a few things, and his tongue expertly curled around her clitoris as two fingers inside her added to the sensations to try to keep track of. True to form, Tommy's hands were on her tits. They'd be sore later, as he was maybe a smidge enthusiastic, but it was a good sore, and she loved how two men at once could create so much to enjoy. And she was especially enjoying how Bob was building what promised to be a mighty fine orgasm.

Fortunately, Katie's oral skills and Tommy's youth meant he finished first again, and she was able to stroke his ego by swallowing his third load just as sexily as the first two. She briefly worried that she might be creating an unrealistic expectation in him, but that was for his next girlfriend to navigate. She was out to make sure he felt his day was well worth it. Now she could focus on Bob, who was so focused on her. He was playing her pussy like a violin, with crescendos and pianissimos, and the big overture was fast approaching. "Wait. Why is he stopping? I'm RIGHT THERE! Oh, yessssssssssss. Bob, you magnificent bastard. Fuck me!!!" Just as she was about 10 seconds from cresting, he had stopped. Unknown to her, he'd gotten hard one last time, and decided that she should cum on his cock, not his tongue, so he slipped his dick easily into her soaked pussy and started long, forceful strokes. As close as she'd just been, and as keyed-up as she'd been all afternoon, the interruption was not fatal to her orgasm, and she was once again about 10 seconds away from a massive cum. "Oh, God. Yes! Fuck! Meeeeeee! Fuck me! FuckmefuckmefuckmegoddamitBOBFuckME!" The tension that had been building throughout her body released once, and the icy-hot waves of endorphins flooded her brain with white-out intensity. Bob kept sawing his cock in and out of her... no longer pounding, just providing stimulation to prolong the orgasm. She came down slowly, with random twitches as aftershocks coursed through her. When her breathing returned to somewhat normal, Bob slipped out of her a last time, and pumped himself rapidly for a few seconds, completing his third orgasm and aiming for her breasts and belly as he ejaculated.

"I'd say 'paid in full', Tommy, wouldn't you?"

"You said it, Bob!"

Katie was still too wiped out to move, when both men leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Ma'am, if you have any more plumbing trouble, just call Palmer's and ask for Bob. We'll get you fixed up. In every way." She could hear them pulling their clothes from the dryer, dressing and gathering their tools. They locked the gate, put the key on the counter, and saw themselves out. Katie's eyes sought the wall clock. 5:50. Ten minutes to spare. She could close her eyes for just a minute...

At 6:30 on the dot, Chris pulled into the driveway, unlocked the front door, and rather than his perfect, loving wife greeting him at the door, he took in the scene in the living room. Katie's kimono was a puddle of silk on the carpet, and Katie herself was asleep, nude, on the couch. Was that semen on her chest? He set down his briefcase and hung his hat and jacket, and kneeled at the side of the couch. "Katie, honey, is there something you want to tell me?"

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked briefly panicked, until she saw Chris' face. "Oh, honey, you're home! There was a problem with the plumbing, but I took care of it all on my own, just like you said I could! The plumbers were sooo nice, and we made a trade!"

"It sounds like you were very resourceful. Let's get you cleaned up and do something about supper, and you can tell me all about it. How does Dino's sound for some Italian?"

Showered and made up and dressed like a respectable housewife again, Katie did a little twirl for Chris, "Gorgeous, sweetheart. Are we sure we're all that hungry?" His eyes had the amorous twinkle she never failed to get all gooey over. "Don't be silly! You've worked so hard today, you need to eat! I'm just sorry I let the day get away from me and didn't have dinner waiting for you. But I'll make it up to you after dinner... I saved something just for you."

They were able to get their normal corner table at Dino's, a "red sauce and checkered tablecloth" kind of place. They chit-chatted about Chris' day while orders were taken and drinks were served. After their antipasto arrived, Chris knew they'd have at least 15 minutes of privacy, since he'd ordered the veal parm, and it was hand-breaded per order. "Enough about me, Katie, I am dying to hear about your day."

So she told him. She told him about there being no water. She told him about her interrupted diddling, and having to answer the door in just her kimono. She told him about Bob, and Tommy, and about the huge bill for the repairs. She told him how she came up with the idea to trade sex for work, and how she saved $370 doing it. She told him more than he really wanted to know about Bob and Tommy's cocks, and everything they'd done with them. And she told him how she ended up asleep on the couch covered in Bob's cum when he'd arrived home. As she was telling him all of these things, she had her hand in his lap. By the time she was finished she knew he was rock hard, thinking about his perfect little wife fucking the plumbers to help him out.

She kept him hard throughout their entrees, her left hand squeezing and caressing his cock, her right hand managing dainty forkfuls of her lasagna, and her crimson red lips next to his ear, whispering some additional detail of what Tommy or Bob had done with her tits, or her pussy, or her mouth. By the time the waiter was asking about dessert, Chris could barely hold on, and he quickly asked for the tiramisu to go, and the check, PLEASE.

All through the drive home, she kept up the teasing, never letting him truly lose his hard-on. Finally in the driveway, Chris opened her door and helped her out of the Plymouth. As she twisted to put her feet on the ground, her skirt shifted and in the light from the dashboard, Chris saw his perfect little wife's perfect little pussy, completely naked. "I don't want you to have to wait any longer than necessary for what I saved for you," she said with a wink, "let's get inside now!" Chris needed no additional convincing, and managed to unlock the front door.

Once in the living room, she sat him down in his recliner and bade him stay there for a moment. She came back and set a can of Crisco on the end table. Chris' eyebrow went up and he had a very good idea of what was coming. Katie undid the buttons down the front of her dress for the third time (and second dress) of the day, but only as far as it took to shrug the garment off her shoulders and let it slide down her body.

"Chris?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Remember our honeymoon? Looking over the balcony railing at Niagara Falls?" She bent at the waist and supported herself with her arms on the arm of the couch and wiggled her ass. "This ass became yours then, and it will always remain yours alone. Others may get my pussy or my mouth, but my ass will only ever be for you, even though I think Bob realllly wanted it. Come take your ass, baby. Take your wife back and fuck her like the whore you knew you married."

Chris needed no further invitation. He stood and stripped off his own clothes, his cock at near-painful attention from the mental and physical stimulation of the evening. He got a generous handful of the Crisco and crossed the room to where Katie waited, ass presented. He started by coating her anus and the surrounding skin with shortening. The second dollop he coated his middle finger with, and carefully but firmly pressed and released against the puckered star. Repeatedly, he'd add more shortening and let his middle finger gradually invade her. When he could fairly freely slip most of his middle finger into and out of his wife's ass, he paired his ring finger with the middle finger, and added yet more grease, working the second finger in until both slid smoothly in and out. He then started gently separating his fingers as they slid past her sphincter, encouraging the ring of muscle to loosen. When he was satisfied with that, the index finger joined, and gradually, he was pumping three fingers in and out of her comfortably, and she was giving no signs of distress. It was time. Taking another generous scoop of the shortening, he coated his stiff, thick cock. Lining up with her well-prepared butt, he pressed the glans against her relaxed anus and slowly, steadily *pushed*. He could feel progress, but resisted the urge to force things along. Bit by bit, Katie's butt allowed her husband's cock in, until the critical width had been surpassed. From there, the shaft glided past her anal ring until he was seated completely, his groin tight against her amazing ass.

"Uhhhhhh... oh GOD... I love your cock up there... I feel so FULLLLL."

With the "not making her feel bad" phase complete, Chris moved on to the "making her feel good" part, and began slow thrusts as he snaked a hand around her hips to use his middle finger to diddle Katie's clit in a rhythm with the cock in her ass. The heat of her bowels and the constriction of her anus around his dick were having their effect on him, but as worked up as she'd gotten him, telling Chris about her day's adventures had an effect on her as well. There was something that drove her wild about being so... naughty... so... wicked and then telling her husband absolutely everything. So with her butt full of cock, and her clit being strummed like a classical guitar and her mind awash in endorphins, her orgasm would not be long in arriving.

"NNNnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnnnNNNnnnnnnn" Katie was making one long, continuous moan, punctuated by Chris' downstrokes jolting her forward. The moan gradually raised in pitch, then gave way to a stream of profanity that would impress a Navy lifer. "Oh-goddamn-that's-fucking-good-jesus-h-christ-fuck-my-slutty-ass-make-me-your-cum-dump-ram-that-fucking-cock-into-me-destroy-this-ass-you-fucking-own-me-fuck-this-ass-fuck-your-wife-fuck-your-slut-fill-my-ass-with-cum-i-want-it-dribbling-down-my-legs-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuckme-fuckme-fuckmefuckmeFuckMeFuckMeFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEEEEEEEEEEEEEOH GOD YES FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM!" In that moment, they came together, and he bottomed out, jetting his semen as deeply into her as he could. As he softened, he stroked slowly to allow her ass to milk his cock of every drop. After he slipped out, he lowered her onto the couch and he half-sat, half-lay beside her, catching their breaths until they could think coherently again.

Chris tuned to his wife, and Katie turned to her husband, and their eyes met, overflowing with love and desire.

"I hope you're home when the air conditioning goes out, baby."