Sex Tales: Confessions of a Housewife 3

Sex Tales

Confessions of a Housewife


Lori King




LENA DURGIN….WORKING GIRL
It has been a while since the last time I had any fun. Nothing changed with the husband other than the fact that he has asked that I get a job of some sort, something to keep me busy during the week while the kids are in school. What kind of skills would I have to offer a business? I am not sure if contortion and oral skills will qualify…but I’m sure I can come up with something. I always do.
My husband and I have been intimate of course since it is my housewife duties but he just isn’t cutting it anymore. Sometimes I think he knows about the things I have done and if he does, does he even care or does it turn him on just knowing about it? Either way he has kept me by his side this long and shows no signs of getting rid of me any time soon.
I had been browsing the job lists online for quite some time and had even applied to several secretary positions but have failed to even land an interview. If I was going to get work then I would have to step up my game. Maybe I could tweak the resume a bit to sound professional and if an employer is male and interested, show him the skills I had included. I was sure someone would take me in.
Let’s see….resume? Hmmmm…housewife skills aren’t going to work here.
SKILLS: Great at hands on activities, oral presentation and communication, fulfilling the needs of the office and performing tasks as needed.
I thought this sounded appropriate for me; I did not have much else to write. Maybe I would visit one of the hiring corporations tomorrow and hand deliver this resume. That might be more effective. As of then, the husband was gone and kids were in school. I thought a hot bath would be just what I needed to ease the edge of finding a job. That and a little masturbation never hurt, right? I couldn’t call Trevor; he had left town on a new job and no one else was available. It made me sad because I always ended up having to find someone new when I was attached to the old ones, as they ended up leaving for one thing or another.
I left my resume and laptop on the kitchen table then headed upstairs for a bath; I hadn’t actually dressed yet, no worries there. I still had on the little black lace tank top and booty shorts under my robe. The husband always preferred these as they would show off the perfect curves of my ass which I had to agree; it looked stunning. The house was always lonely during the day. The kids are older and stay gone longer then sometimes there are after school activities. What was a woman to do?
I started my bath water and sat on the edge of the whirlpool tub. It would be a lot better if there were someone to join me. I walked back into the master bedroom and stared at the bed and thought about Trevor. I supposed part of me loved him or was it just his cock? Either way, I missed him. I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open slightly, letting in some morning light. Before I turned away I happened to notice a moving truck across the street. Looks like we had a new neighbor; I did not see a woman but I did see a man, and a damn good looking one too. His build told me military of some sort. Most men of that stature and build seemed to have a military background. He wasn’t too old, maybe 40 but still very much there.
I had become so lost watching the new neighbor that I had completely forgotten about my bath. Instead I chose to entertain myself in front of the window, not realizing that he could see me as well. I had slowly slid my hand down the front of my tiny shorts, feeling my own smooth skin and clean shaven pussy. My husband preferred to have me shaved down there and I had found it made it even wetter as well. As I worked my fingers in and out, I closed my eyes to imagine what the new sexy thing across the road might look like with nothing on; little did I know he had stopped moving items from the truck and had started watching me.
Just as I was about to climax, the doorbell rang.
“Shit,” I stopped what I was doing, aggravated that I didn’t get to finish. Thank God I hadn’t put the plug in the tub as the water had been running. That would have been a disaster in itself but one that could have easily been used as an excuse for someone to come help and clean it up….I know, I’m awful.
I stormed out of the bedroom and tied my robe back as I proceeded down the stairs to the front door. Whoever it was had better have a good reason for being here so early. I opened the door without checking the peep hole first. It was the new neighbor.
“Hi….can I help you with something?” I asked. I had been caught off guard by this and wasn’t sure what to even say. He looked even better in person; tall, at least six-foot-two, dark brown hair, green eyes, tan. His biceps seemed to fill up the sleeves of his tee shirt….amazing. I had then forgotten what it was I was even supposed to do that day.
“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind but I happened to see you in the window and I gotta say, I could use a break from unloading this truck and you look like you could use some….company.”
Company? He had no idea. It had been far too long. I smiled and opened the door for him to come in. I don’t always do this for strangers…wait, yeah, I take that back. I did if they looked like him.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked sweetly. I didn’t think I would have to try too hard to get this one down and dirty. He seemed up for it already.
“Jared Blake. I just got divorced so decided it was time for a change of scenery and came here. Everything seems…cleaner. The air is so much better in the country.”
I laughed at this. Yes, the air was definitely better but not everything was cleaner. I could show him some dirty things, that was for sure.
“I’m Lena Durgin. I am currently looking for work. If you look around the house you will notice the pictures of my family. Busy husband and kids in school so I suppose it’s time to venture back out of the house.”
Jared nodded, smiling. The only thing I wanted was to just jump him right then but knew that would not be very polite. I should let him start just to be sure that is what he wanted to do.
“Well, if you are looking for work, I own my own business and we are expanding out this way so I am trying to set up an office in the next city. Pretty professional environment and I think I could come up with something for you to do.”
Wow, a job? Really? Well, it looked like I wouldn’t be trying too hard because Jared seemed like he was liking what he was seeing. Showing him more wouldn’t hurt.
“Is that so? What kind of skills are you looking for?” I asked as I slowly untied my robe, stepping back away from Jared. My undergarments were exposed now and my nipples were perky beneath the top.
“You definitely look the perfect fit. How about we do an interview real quick and I will see if you have what I’m looking for?” He bit his lower lip.
Now we were getting somewhere. It was time to lock that front door. I was going to be busy for a while. I backed up to the stairs, eyes on Jared. I let the robe fall to the steps.
“Why don’t you come with me? I will take you some place private where we won’t be disturbed.” I slowly turned and started up the steps. I could hear Jared’s footsteps behind me. Every step caused the shorts to climb up in back and I was sure that his eyes were on the curves. When I stepped up onto the next step I felt a strong hand grab my ass and then fingers reach forward, tracing from my wet pussy back and between my cheeks. I reached back and felt his hard cock through his khaki shorts. He felt very well endowed that was for sure!
I tried to keep moving up the stairs but found I just couldn’t. Jared had begun to shove his firm hand into the back of my shorts and moved it between my legs. I could feel his fingers playing with my clit and rubbing back and forth on the outer opening. I placed my hand over his and closed my eyes. It was pure bliss. Jared’s other hand came around and started raising my top, exposing my breasts and their perky nipples. He squeezed and massaged my breasts firmly.
The more I tried to continue on up the stairs to the bedroom the harder he would squeeze and pull me closer to him. What the hell? I hadn’t done anything on the stairs in ages. I rubbed on his hard cock and squeezed it as well; he pulsed beneath my fingers. He removed his hand from my breasts and proceeded to unbutton his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles. No boxers, perfect and easy access.
Jared didn’t even remove my shorts; instead he slid his hard cock into me from behind, pulling me against him even harder. The hand that was rubbing my clit is now pulling on my breasts as he forces me against the carpeted steps. Every thrust from him pushed me against the steps. I could feel the carpet starting to rub my skin a bit raw but it was amazing. I could feel Jared’s weight above me as he thrust into me harder and harder. I reached back behind me and clutched his legs. He had then leaned over me more, started pulling my hair and biting my ears. We were inches away from the next platform before the next set of steps. I managed to pull myself onto it where I was then lying flat on my stomach, Jared on top (behind) thrusting into me still. He kept spreading my legs further apart.
“You are so tight, I love it.” Jared said as he slowed down to a steady pace. I could feel his skin on mine. He occasionally slapped or grabbed my ass.
“Harder…” I moaned. I was at a loss for words. Jared’s pace became faster and harder, his breathing grew harder as well. So did mine. I was about to finish, feeling the wetness between my legs. Jared pressed on my back and held me against the floor, thrusting harder. The carpet was hurting my skin but I did not care; I wanted to feel him cum inside of me…hard.
“Fuck!” Jared screamed, releasing inside of me. I could feel it as he collapsed on top of me. His shirt had never been removed but I could feel the heat from him just the same. My hair was sweaty and matted to my forehead. I was definitely going to need that bath now. Perhaps Jared would stay and join me?
“So what do you think? Am I a good fit for your office?” I asked. Jared laughed. He sat up and pulled out of me.
“If you can do that again at a board meeting you will definitely make bank.”
Board meeting? More men? This is something that I had never done before. A meeting would be fun though and I thought I was definitely up for that challenge. The husband wanted me to get a job, well, here it is! Lena Durgin…Pleasure Extraordinaire. I thought it had a nice ring to it; entertaining business meetings and events.
Short and dirty interview, just the way I like it.
It’s been a pleasure doing business with you…..xoxo Lena