Clearing Her Pipes

"Hey Larry ... it's Elizabeth from the penthouse. I went to flush, and the toilet started overflowing. I turned the water off, but can you come up?" Elizabeth worked her hands nervously. She was horny -- Jamaal's schedule was busier than ever as he ascended the ranks, and her favorite dildo could only get her so far anymore.

"Of course," Larry said. "Be right up."

Ten minutes later, he came up, plunger in hand. He worked it for a few minutes, the culprit finally emerging: one of Jamaal Jr.'s toys.

"I'm so sorry. He's at that age," Elizabeth apologized. "Can I at least get you some lemonade before you head out?"

"Sure, I'd like that," Larry said, brightening. A few minutes later, he was on her couch, her beside him, chatting about the stresses of athletic life.

"I just miss him. It's hard to believe I'm saying that, living with him. But he's never here. He's never around to take care of my needs." Larry listened to her frustration.

"And I bet a beautiful lady like yourself has some needs," he said, half to himself.

"Yeah. I do," Elizabeth agreed.

"You know. Nothing wrong with having a side piece in season. Someone that understands what you have. What you want to keep."

"You volunteering, Mr. Smith?" Elizabeth asked coquettishly.

"You offering, Mrs. King?" Larry rejoined.

She surrendered to the moment, kissing the blue-collar man, stink and grime and all. His thick lips sucked at her tongue, at her lower lip, as the two hungrily stripped each other. For Larry's part, this was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He sucked at her heavy D breasts, his hands cupping her firm but thick ass. Elizabeth rubbed Larry's cock through his boxers, tugging them down to reveal a dark, uncut fuckpole. She licked her lips, her mouth descending to him, tasting him, breathing him in, surrendering to him as her mouth consumed him, hungrily bobbing up and down.

"Fuckkkkkkk," Larry growled. "A real pro, here."

"You know it," Elizabeth said, winking, her big blue eyes fixated him as she sucked him until his prick was leaking drool and precum and throbbing. Then she slid up, both of them on the couch, her wanton sex sliding down onto his cock, completely enveloping him. It was an act of pure lust, a needy wife getting her rocks off, and she came thrice before finally sliding off on him, and letting him finish off in her mouth. And then came the guilt.

"We shouldn't have done that ...but I thank you for it, nonetheless."