A Day Off From Work

The next day, Matt did not have to work, so in the morning he ran a few errands. When he returned home, he saw that his wife Holly was on her way out. She gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked by him, saying, "I should be back in a little over an hour."

He did not ask where she was going, because she might tell him. And her answer might involve him helping her do some task or job around the house. One nice thing about this new lifestyle of theirs was that Stan was constantly volunteering to help Holly out in the garden. Thank goodness that Stan's wife did not make Matt do some sort of chore before she jerked him off. With her it was just 'whip it out and let's beat it off'.

No sooner had Holly's car pulled out of the driveway than the front door bell rang. It was Daphne from the next block over, so of course he invited her in and they both sat down on the couch. Daphne on one of the cushions, Matt perched on an arm.

"Is Holly about?" she asked in that British accent of hers. When Matt replied that Daphne had just missed her, Daphne looked confused. "But I could have sworn that she told me to be here at," she glanced at her wrist watch, "Precisely this time."

"You're welcome to wait for her," he offered. "She said she would be back in an hour. I could make you a cup of tea, if you like."

"Well, a spot of tea is always nice," the blonde haired woman replied. "But I couldn't possibly do that. I couldn't be such a bother for that long."

When he told her she would be no bother, her reply floored him. "Certainly I would be. Holly told me all about your newfound hobby." She paused, "Unless . . ."

"Unless?" he asked, not sure if what Holly called his 'hobby' was what he thought it was.

"Unless you would like to go ahead and get naked," she answered. Then she chuckled. "After all, it is hardly as if I have never seen a naked man before."

Matt started to ask if she were sure, but he did not. Knowing how his wife's mind worked, this whole thing was starting to smell like a set-up. So he simply said, "O.K. I'll be right back."

Going into the Kitchen, he put the kettle on while taking his clothes off. He called out to her asking how she liked her tea, When he had added the sugar (she did not want any cream), he brought it out to her and resumed sitting on the arm of the sofa.

Daphne tried to maintain her sense of British decorum by keeping her gaze focused on his face. But that did not last very long. He noticed her eye's repeatedly darting to his, as the British would say, 'naughty bits'. Just knowing that she was 'sneaking peeks' at his cock aroused him, causing him to develop an erection. It seemed that the longer his dick got, the longer Daphne's furtive glances got. Finally, he stood up and took a step closer to her, his dick sticking out away from his body at a forty-five degree angle.

"I suppose that she also told you that being naked around a clothed woman turns me on?" he asked, standing proudly with his hands on his hips.

"Oh, my," Daphne stared directly at his turgid member. Then, lifting her eyes to his face, she answered, "Yes . . . Yes, she did."

"You know," Matt told her, "You may touch it if you like."

Naturally, she demurred, but he urged her on, until at last she reached out her hand. Tentatively at first; her finger-tips barely making contact. But gradually she became bolder, sliding closer to him and gripping both his cock and balls. "You have a very nice willie," she remarked at last, staring intently at the equipment in her hands. Looking into his face once more, she added, "Very nice indeed."

Without being aware that she was doing it, she had began stroking his shaft with a slow twisting motion. It was only when Matt sighed loudly that she realized what she was doing. However, she did not stop doing it. Instead, she commented, "I really shouldn't be teasing the poor thing like this, should I?" She kept on teasing it. "Pretty soon it will be expecting some relief and I doubt that Holly would approve of that."

"She's fine with it," he assured her as he began to rock his hips. "Just so long as there is no penetration."

"No penetration?" she repeated while jerking him off more confidently now that she 'had permission'. "Does that include a quick blowie?"

"Afraid so," he answered, his breathing rapid and his hips thrusting rhythmically.

"A pity," Daphne grieved. "I wouldn't mind taking this thing into my mouth." A few more strokes. "Wouldn't mind it all."

"Could . . . Could you do it a . . . a little faster?" he panted.

"Oh! Certainly," she answered, speeding up her pumping motions immediately. She had been so enthralled looking at, and playing with, the hard cock, she had forgotten that for its owner - Matt - getting off was his ultimate objective.

"Oh, yesss," he sighed, almost whimpering. His knees got weak and his pelvis twitched. Jerking his cock even faster, Daphne squeezed his balls. That was too much for him.

"DAPH-ne!" he cried out as his cock exploded, the white ropes of cum flying wildly through the air. She flailed away on that spewing, spurting, shooting sperm-canon. She was as turned on by his calling out her name in the throes of his orgasm as she was by the spectacle happening in her hand.

By the time he had finished emptying his balls, Daphne's hand was coated with Matt's warm, creamy cum and the front of her blouse would have to be washed when she got home.

When Holly's car pulled into the driveway and she entered the house, she found her friend and husband chatting amicably. A quick glance at his crotch, revealing a flaccid member, told her that, as she had anticipated, her friend had gotten him off.

"Well, I see that you two seem to be getting along," Holly said brightly as she strolled into the living room, giving her husband another peck on the cheek. "I hope you weren't too bored, Daphne, sitting here with my husband."

"Not at all," Daphne replied. "Matthew can be very entertaining."