He also said he understood why I couldn’t use a vibrator to pleasure myself because it couldn’t tease me beforehand and cuddle me afterwards.
His warm palm tingled through my skirt and the skin on my thigh felt all hot. I could feel the warmth spreading up to my pussy and my fanny lips swelled with blood and opened up like a flower in bloom.
I could feel the heat spreading up my body until my cheeks flushed and my eyes sparkled.
My doc looked into my eyes, smiled, and said: “The reason I can be so sympathetic to your situation is because MY missus has got a bad back and we’ve had to get some home help in.
We’ve read about these “nude” cleaning and housework services and joked about having a woman a couple of days a week for me to ogle, and a fit bloke for her.
When my wife said she’d arranged it I thought I’d be seeing a nude woman parading around our gaff.
Anyway, I had been getting up early for work and getting home late, so it was a few days before I was introduced to her – or should I say HIM…
Because the missus had got a student lad in!
That was OK, but the next day I sneaked home early and there he was starkers doing the chores.
Then the wife walked in and started fiddling with his dick, before they went at it on the floor.
I slipped away and came back the next day to watch a repeat performance.
This time I admit I had a quick wank while he had his head between her legs, then screwed her hard and fast from behind.
I should be angry but the sex is suddenly so much better with my wife, and I’m loath to point out her back seems a lot better.
What should I do?
SACK the lad and clean up yourself, you lazy pig!