Fox in the Hen House

The next day, Walter slept in till lunch in the guest bedroom. Mira took him up a chicken noodle soup. He looked at it, frowning.

"Something wrong?" Mira asked.

"I thought you'd make a Thai dish. I really enjoyed them during my years in Bangkok. Can you make a tom yam pla?" Walter was referring to a spicy fish soup.

"Oh, of course," Mira said. "Douglas prefers a ... plainer cuisine."

"Of course he does," Walter responded.

A little while later, Mira brought up the fragrant soup, using fresh fish and lots of herbs and spices.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," Walter said, happily, starting to eat the soup, careful not to move his back, which was still sore.

"How long did you live in Thailand?" Mira asked.

"About a decade now. After Marlene died ... I just couldn't handle it. I just broke down, she was my everything. I didn't do right by Douglas. But I'm back now," he said. He saw her eyes soften, and knew he was getting somewhere.

"I'm sorry, Walter, Douglas doesn't really talk about his mother much," Mira said.

"I thought you all were married," Walter said, gesturing to the big engagement ring on her finger.

"Oh, he's just my fiance," Mira said, then blushing.

Walter finished his soup.

"Mira, can I ask one more thing of you, beautiful?" Mollified by the compliment, Mira nodded. "Can you wash my arms and legs? I think it's going to be too painful to get into the shower today."

"Uhhh ... I really shouldn't," Mira said.

"Just help me out ... goodness, that soup was heavy," Walter said, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, he appeared to be asleep. Mira looked at him for a few minutes. Well, if he was asleep, surely it couldn't hurt ...

She carefully unbuttoned his pajamas. He was stronger than he looked, wiry and muscular at his core. She washed his arms, her skin tingling as she washed his chest. Then she pulled down his pajama pants. He was wearing boxers, but out of the top of them was a long, fat cock ... double the size of her beloved.

She paused for a few minutes, her own cock swelling in her panties, as she considered what to do. Eventually she washed his legs. She should really help him out, she thought. She'd want Douglas to do the same for her. And who knew when he'd be able to jerk it off again properly. Jesus. It was already leaking precum.

She took it in her hand, starting to jerk him off. God he felt good. She wondered sometimes if Thai girls and ladyboys were genetically engineering to service older white men. She tugged on his rod, but he didn't react. Only his cock reacted, long and fat and angry now, his balls heavy in her free hand. After a few more minutes he exploded, and Mira dutifully cleaned that up as well. By impulse, she collected a dollop on her thumb and tasted it. It was sweet from pineapples. He looked at peace; she on the other hand felt turmoil and lust raging through her.