38 36/PunishW/swing sex/day 5/TV

From Create Your Own Story

You rapidly flick through the channels trying to find your wife, impatiently clicking through the cameras until you stumble across her standing in the kitchen. Her back is towards you, but you've still got a great view. She's wearing tight grey yoga pants that show off her ass and a teal sports tank top that would've given an impressive view of her cleavage if she was turned around.

Shaun is nowhere to be seen. You flick open your phone: 12:30. You didn't tell Shaun to head over until 14:00. You sigh, grumbling to yourself about the wait. For the first time since this morning, you realize how tired you are. You'd almost forgotten how early you woke up and how much you'd already done today. But your body is starting to remember how little sleep you had. Your eyes begin to pull themselves closed. Two hours, you think to yourself, enough time for a quick nap.

Somewhere in the distance a doorbell rings. You hear footsteps and a door open.

"Hi, Mrs. Taylor," says a boys voice.

"Oh, uh, hi Shaun." Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to switch the channels. You find your wife with her back to you standing in the open door. Her arm is folded up over her chest shielding any view of her cleavage. She looks nervous.

"I thought that maybe you could use some help around the ---"

"Shaun. I, look, I know what you want. That, that was a one time thing though. It shouldn't have even happened."

"Oh." Shaun is going to give up and go home. You should have expected it. Your wife wasn't going to do anything without your prompting. "I know that Mrs. Taylor. I'm not here for that."

"You aren't?" The disbelief in your wife's voice is overwhelming.

"No, I know, you're married and you're, like, way out of my league anyway. I just thought you could use some help around the house." When your wife doesn't respond, Shaun continues, "I figure I sort of owe you. I wasn't having a good day yesterday. You made me feel good about myself. I've got to thank you for that."

"Shaun, please, don't mention it. . . . But really, I'm fine. I don't need any help around the house today. I'm just going to clean up." Your wife still sounds nervous.

"Mrs. Taylor, I've got nothing else to do. And I want to help." He pauses. "Really, I do get it. It was a zero time thing." He winks.

"Alright, fine, I guess I could use some help. As long as you get that nothings happening." Your wife motions Shaun in and turns to head back into the house. As soon as her back is turned, you watch as Shaun's face lights up into a smile and his eyes dart down checking out your wife's ass.

They spend the next two hours doing work around the house. You were furious. Apart from Shaun grazing your wife's arm, putting his hand on her back, or staring at her whenever she was been over there was nothing. You thought you caught your wife checking Shaun out a few times, but you quickly dismissed it. Why would she check him out? Sure Shaun was good looking enough for a 17 year old but your wife had you. Maybe you were getting a little older, but you still managed to keep in shape.

"Alright, that's enough, I'm done. Too sore," your wife says as she plops onto the living room sofa. "Thank you for your help Shaun," your wife says in a tone that clearly suggests it's time for him to go.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Taylor. It was my pleasure." You sigh as Shaun starts to head to the door. All that work, all that pent up horniness for nothing. You're too busy grumbling to yourself to notice that Shaun wasn't actually heading to the front door. He walks behind the couch and pauses for a second. Then slowly he reaches his hands out and puts them on your wife's shoulders.

"Shaun?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Taylor?" he says as he starts to massage his fingers into her shoulders.

"I told you that was a --" Your wife's protests are cutoff by a deep moan. "a one time --" Shaun pushes his thumbs into the base of her neck and starts making small circles and your wife moans again.

"I know Mrs. Taylor, it was a one time thing. This is just a massage though. You said you were sore. I can stop." He pauses. Time seems to be barely trudging forward.

"No, it's fine, as long as --" His hands started moving as soon as she said fine. It didn't take long before she moaned again. "I haven't had a good massage in a long time." Bullshit, you think, you gave her a massage last week. The way she's moaning though, you think Shaun may know a thing or two about massages.

Shaun's hands start to slide across your wife's shoulders and down her arms then back up again. He slides them forward to the front of her shoulders and she moans again. You watch as he digs his fingers into her shoulder blades and you hear your wife moan deeply once more.

"Mrs. Taylor?"

"Janine."

"Uh, I think, I think your bra is in the way. They say you're supposed to do this without stuff in the way." When your wife doesn't immediately respond, Shaun darts on, "If it feels good, that's fine though. I don't want to -- " Shaun stops as your wife pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the ground. She unclips her bra and lets it slide down to the floor, as she carefully positions her arm to cover her nipples.

"If they say this makes it feel better, then who am I to argue," your wife giggles. Shaun's hands go back to work. He slides them down her back and up again, running his fingers along her spine. He moves them down her arms, letting the tips of his fingers lightly graze the sides of her breasts. You're not sure what you find harder to believe, how much he's making her moan or how she seems like putty in his hands. You watch as Shaun slides his hands over her shoulders and down the arm covering her nipples. He slides his hands along it, rubbing the edges of your wife's breasts. She moans again. He grabs her fingers and pulls them up to his face. He kisses them while the other hand starts to rub her nipples in slow circles.

"Mrs. Taylor, you have incredible breasts."

"But Shaun -- " She moans. "You can barely see them from over there." Your wife stands up and turns to face Shaun. She wraps her hands around his head and pulls him into a kiss. Your wife is kissing him and moaning into it. He slides his hands around her, letting one drop to her ass.

"Mmm, Mrs. Taylor, that's nice too." He spanks it. Your wife pulls away from the kiss. Dammit. It's over, your know how much your wife hates being spanked. She walks around the couch and you know there is going to be a slap coming.