Cheeky Barter
Last Tuesday I came home mid-afternoon after attending a business meeting in London. The house was very quiet – no music or TV on – but then I heard a rhythmic sound which was familiar but which it took me a few seconds to properly recognise, a sort of ‘clack, clack, clack’. Then I realised it was the sound of my wife’s hand, pumping up and down.
The lounge door was open and with a bit of careful positioning and craning my neck I could see her on her knees. She was wearing her pink “Miss Massage” outfit with seamed black stockings and some lovely stiletto court shoes and a diamante angle bracelet. Her breasts had been lifted out of the top of her outfit and she was wearing glossy black latex gloves. I could see a tube of lubricating oil on the table beside her.
I could only see the legs and cock of the recipient of this service but I immediately knew it must be Jakup. He’s an electrician – nice guy, late 20’s or early 30’s from Poland or somewhere in Eastern Europe, I can’t remember exactly where. Jakup has a “cheeky barter” arrangement with my wife: he does work for free and she ‘pays’ him with hand relief sessions and he has been busy swapping all our ceiling lights for the low energy LED ones, doing one room at a time, which means he has been in our house frequently recently.
She looked up and saw me looking in and with a slight move of her head, she told me to go away, so I went and sat in the kitchen. I could still hear her slow strokes and occasionally she said a few words to him but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Then the strokes became quite a lot louder and faster and then I heard a very loud groan from him and I knew he must be enjoying his climax.
A few minutes later she came through to the kitchen. She had four big ropes of semen over her breasts and up her neck. I was impressed: it was thick and very white and there was a hell of a lot of it. It looked like Jakup had not cum for quite some time. I pointed out to her that she had one blob of spunk hanging from the end of her hair and she popped the strand into her mouth and sucked it clean.
I asked if I could go into the lounge and speak to him (he knows I know about their ‘sessions’) and she suggested I gave him a few minutes to get his clothes back on. A moment later he bounded into the kitchen like a young deer. He seemed very happy. I joked with him that my wife – still stood there with sperm dribbling down her big breasts – was a terrible old slut and he said “Oh no, she is a princess for me” which I thought was sweet and we agreed she is the queen of hand jobs.
I congratulated him on the impressive sticky mess he’d made of her chest and he laughed and said he had indeed very much needed that release.
Off he went promising to be back next week to do another room and without even cleaning or changing her gloves she set about my own need for relief. I have to say it was absolutely fantastic gazing down at her as she pumped away, seeing Jakup’s sperm all over her massive tits and dripping off her nipples. Of course she gave me a lot of abuse for not being able to produce even a fraction of his fluid and because she says mine comes out in “a pathetic dribble” whereas his spurts out with power and vigour but I didn’t mind this at all and it took me only a few minutes to add my own sperm to her sticky glove.
The lounge door was open and with a bit of careful positioning and craning my neck I could see her on her knees. She was wearing her pink “Miss Massage” outfit with seamed black stockings and some lovely stiletto court shoes and a diamante angle bracelet. Her breasts had been lifted out of the top of her outfit and she was wearing glossy black latex gloves. I could see a tube of lubricating oil on the table beside her.
I could only see the legs and cock of the recipient of this service but I immediately knew it must be Jakup. He’s an electrician – nice guy, late 20’s or early 30’s from Poland or somewhere in Eastern Europe, I can’t remember exactly where. Jakup has a “cheeky barter” arrangement with my wife: he does work for free and she ‘pays’ him with hand relief sessions and he has been busy swapping all our ceiling lights for the low energy LED ones, doing one room at a time, which means he has been in our house frequently recently.
She looked up and saw me looking in and with a slight move of her head, she told me to go away, so I went and sat in the kitchen. I could still hear her slow strokes and occasionally she said a few words to him but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Then the strokes became quite a lot louder and faster and then I heard a very loud groan from him and I knew he must be enjoying his climax.
A few minutes later she came through to the kitchen. She had four big ropes of semen over her breasts and up her neck. I was impressed: it was thick and very white and there was a hell of a lot of it. It looked like Jakup had not cum for quite some time. I pointed out to her that she had one blob of spunk hanging from the end of her hair and she popped the strand into her mouth and sucked it clean.
I asked if I could go into the lounge and speak to him (he knows I know about their ‘sessions’) and she suggested I gave him a few minutes to get his clothes back on. A moment later he bounded into the kitchen like a young deer. He seemed very happy. I joked with him that my wife – still stood there with sperm dribbling down her big breasts – was a terrible old slut and he said “Oh no, she is a princess for me” which I thought was sweet and we agreed she is the queen of hand jobs.
I congratulated him on the impressive sticky mess he’d made of her chest and he laughed and said he had indeed very much needed that release.
Off he went promising to be back next week to do another room and without even cleaning or changing her gloves she set about my own need for relief. I have to say it was absolutely fantastic gazing down at her as she pumped away, seeing Jakup’s sperm all over her massive tits and dripping off her nipples. Of course she gave me a lot of abuse for not being able to produce even a fraction of his fluid and because she says mine comes out in “a pathetic dribble” whereas his spurts out with power and vigour but I didn’t mind this at all and it took me only a few minutes to add my own sperm to her sticky glove.
8 years ago
