Labor

Monday was Labor Day, so I could have slept in if I wanted to, but I am one of those people who just wakes up at a certain time no matter what, so I was up bright and early regardless. As I drank my morning coffee, it occurred to me that I probably didn't need to sleep anymore, or eat, or use the bathroom, but cutting out major things like that was a step too far for me, at least right now. I felt like if I started eliminating things like that, I would end up not being human anymore. I did notice the kitchen was nice and clean; the laundry was also cleaned, folded and put away. That was the kind of thing I had no trouble passing off.

At about 8:30, I was still in my pajamas, fishing up my breakfast cereal and starting to think about what I could do with the day. The phone rang; it was Beth. Mike had been called in for an emergency and would be gone a couple hours, and she wondering if I'd like her to come over. I told her I would. I was a little surprised by this, since even with Mike gone, Melissa would be sure to notice her mother disappearing so early in the morning (In fact, I think I might have heard someone eating in the background, so she might even be calling me with Melissa right next to her). Then Power reminded me that she wouldn't care; I had made sure she couldn't be concerned with it. Since I didn't see a problem (Melissa was 18, she could take care of herself), I said ok.

A second later, Beth was knocking on the door; she must have almost run over. I'd barely been able to put the dishes in the sink. When I let her in, I couldn't even get the door closed when she grabbed me and pulled my lips down to hers. We embraced in a deep soul kiss while she pressed her body tightly against me. Then I freaked out, because, even though we were inside my entry way, we would be completely visible from her dining room window. The blinds were open, so I could see Melissa in there, looking right at us, eating some cereal at the table. Just because she wouldn't care didn't mean her mom shouldn't be concerned about anyone else who walked by.. Then I almost facepalmed. I had made it so 'no one over there' could notice or be concerned. Beth had been in her house at the time, so now she couldn't be concerned about our relationship being a problem either, other than concealing it from Mike, who had not been home at the time.

All this had gone through my head in the time it took for me to reach out to swing the door closed. Beth was still wrapped around me throughout. We broke apart and I took a second to fix my mistake (thank goodness my family was still away; they certainly would have noticed, so I just added a general 'nothing is unusual or inappropriate' to myself and my activities in the house). She took my hand and began to lead me toward the bedroom.

"I was thinking about you all night. Mike and I had sex last night, and I tried to imagine I was making love with you, but it didn't work. He just can't get me going the way you can," she said. She kissed me again and pulled up my pajama top, caressing my chest, then my stomach and finally reaching into my pants to get at my cock and balls. "Tom, I want to do something special for you. Get on the bed."

As I did so, she took off her clothing; a basic white blouse and shorts; possibly these were her night clothes, or maybe just a couple things she could throw on quickly. I again admired her simple and graceful curves; she was the quintessential MILF. She got on the bed and took my cock in her hand again, rubbing it gently to get me to full strength, not that much was needed. I had flagged a little bit back in the door as I was worried, but I was mostly back up by the time we made our way here. "I'll make you cum with a blow job," she said. "I've never had a never wanted to before. But I want to do it for you," she said, smiling at me.

"Thank you"? I replied, not knowing what else to say. "But only if you promise to give me my fuck afterward," she added, cracking a mischievous grin. "You've got a deal," I answered. She leaned down on her elbow and put my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. She used her tongue to stroke it on the underside, then swirl around it again and again. At first, she only got two or three inches in, not forcing herself, while she stroked the rest with her hand. With her other hand, she was busy playing with my balls. After a couple minutes like that, she gulped me down in one go; the tip resting inside her throat. She came up for air and asked "Enjoying yourself?" with a self-satisfied smirk.

"You know I am," I said. Then my cock was back in her mouth, and she began a slow up-and-down motion; I joined in gently fucking her mouth, easing my cock in and out of her throat. I was getting closer and closer to cumming; the suction seemed to be trying to pull the sperm out of my cock. I couldn't last long under her skilled onslaught (for someone who didn't like blowjobs, she could sure do them well, as I had noticed yesterday). My cock gave up and spurted several long streams of sperm into her mouth and I grunted in pleasure. Beth continued sucking until she had the last of my cum. She licked her lips as I pulled out, getting the last of my cum off of me.

"I love you, Tom," she said. "I love you, too," I answered, kissing her. It was true. The love I felt was different from the lifetime relationship I had built with Charlie, but it was real. What had started out as just an afternoon fuck had evolved very quickly into a relationship. A complicated one, to say the least: two women who live across the street from each other and carry on regular conversations together, both with the same man, only one knowing about it. I could of course ensure Charlie never found out that I was fucking her neighbor (she already wouldn't notice it inside the house from earlier), or make them both ok with it (I could probably even fuck both of them at the same time with neither realizing it; that was a thought that almost started me going again). But from a relationship perspective, it would be tricky to not 'cross the streams'.

I was in it, and I didn't want to get out. I wasn't going to give up Beth. I wasn't going to give up Charlie either. I would figure it out, but not right now. Now, I was lying with Beth in my arms, just holding each other. After a bit I remembered that we technically only had a limited amount of time before Mike came home. I had promised her a fuck, and I intended to deliver.

I rolled her off me, onto her back, and leaned over to suck her tit, one hand going down to start a slow fingerfuck. She was already wet and in a minute or two, she was thoroughly ready. I added a second finger and then a third, while I used my thumb on her clit. After a few minutes of this, the motion of her hips told me that she was ready to fuck. I quickly pushed her up, spreading her legs wide. She put out her hand and guided my cock to the entrance, then moved her hips up to push me in. She moaned as she pulled me into her, hands wrapped around my back as she pulled herself up off the bed to me. I began with long, slow strokes; we kissed as we fucked. When we let go she leaned back a bit and I lowered my head to her right tit and sucked it as I kept up the slow fucking. She groaned with pleasure.

"I want to do you doggie-style," I said, releasing her tit from my mouth. I got off her and she turned around on her hands and knees, raising her ass high. "Do me," she said, holding her cunt open with one hand as she guided me back in with the other. I slipped easily into her sopping wet cunt and began more long, slow strokes. She put her head down on the pillow and just met my strokes, smushing the pillow into her head with her ecstasy. Her pretty round ass looked up at me, reminding me of last night. I groped her ass as I thrust. Soon, she was grunting and pushing back harder, and I picked up the tempo. She reached up and grabbed her boobs, working herself over as I pushed into and out of her. We came together, then collapsed on the bed. We laid there for a bit with me still in her, spooning.

After a few minutes, I pulled out, put an arm around her, and we cuddled for a few more minutes. But then time caught up with us, and Mike was going to be home soon (I could have made that not a problem but I actually found it added to the experience). We jumped into the shower together quickly; despite how this might go at any other time, this was me actually helping to wash her rather than us playing around. As she toweled off and dried her hair, we talked. The inevitable, unpleasant conversation.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said. "These last two days with you have made me see what I'm missing in my life. Not to say I need you to fuck me like this every day, not that I would mind," she continued, smirking. "How can I go back to Mike and his 3 minutes of using me to masturbate? It won't be so bad for you," she continued. "You've got Charlie. I'm stuck with Mike."

At this point, I could have told her that Charlie was not so great in bed; probably about the same for me as Mike was for her. Charlie was nowhere near as lousy a person, though, based on what she had told me. The complaint was still valid, even more than she realized. I could have all the sex I wanted; she had only me. Should I change that? I put these thoughts and the hypocrisy of the situation aside for now. Instead, I kissed her tenderly and then held her close. "Don't worry," I said softly, "We can be together whenever you need me. I promise." And I kissed her again for good measure.

"I don't know how you'll do it," she said, as we walked to the door.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil