Housewife | Cuckold | Cheating Erotica | Flash Fiction

The Alabama Slammer — A Discount For Horny Housewives

Business has never been better.

Everybody loves a deal but there is something particularly arousing about trading sexual favors. What I never considered was that it was exactly what my flagging plumbing business needed.

The funniest part, the first time it happened entirely by accident.

I’ll never forget the first. Tina Silvers. A bubbly young trophy wife who wanted to spend my fee on a shopping trip rather than unclogging her kitchen sink.

The only thing faster than my response was how quickly she got on her knees. Sure, it meant I worked for free, but the sight of my load all over her full lips was worth every second. The Alabama Slammer she called me, and the name stuck.

What I hadn’t anticipated was how quickly word would spread.

In less than a month, my schedule was packed. I turned my advertising off, but the calls kept coming.

Turns out I had two things to thank Tina Silvers for.

It wasn’t long before I formalized terms. I couldn’t keep working for free, but it turns out 50% off for any housewife that could milk the Alabama Slammer was more than enough to keep me busy.

It was my last job of the day. I got there a little after 3:30pm, a new client complaining of some leaky taps in her new home. My curiosity was piqued as Kristi was a new client. Which always added an element of tension and excitement.

I knew the score, but did she? Was that why she called me? Or did she really just need her taps fixed. Given I’d already had three house calls, I didn’t mind either way, or at least I didn’t, until she answered the door.

Kristi was an effervescent woman in her early twenties, wearing a summer dress that was at least two sizes smaller than it ought to have been, and a hemline that was a good six inches higher than might have been considered proper.

I wasn’t going to complain though, the tiny dress did very pleasant things to the curve of her perky breasts, and at a glance I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Summer in Alabama can be a scorcher, so it wasn’t that uncommon, but she certainly was enticing.

I’d never wanted to give out a discount so much in my life, as the vivacious brunette welcomed me in with an ear-to-ear smile.

We chatted away while I fixed the bathroom fitting and switched the washers in the kitchen. She was newly married, her husband a young executive at the local law firm.

I finished up, washed my hands and prepared the invoice. Fairly confident that I’d stumbled upon the one woman in the county who hadn’t heard of my discount rewards program.

Those are the breaks. I told myself with a sigh as I handed her the invoice.

She looked down at the total and cocked her head to the side.

My eyes wandered for a moment, as did my mind.

“It doesn’t say anything about a discount,” Kristi mused as she stared at the invoice.

Part of me wondered if I was still daydreaming.

“Pardon?” I asked, regathering my senses and questioning whether I had heard her right.

“You are the Alabama slammer, aren’t you?” Kristi asked, a wicked smile playing across her face.

Oh, she certainly knew the score, and she’d been toying with me.

“I am,” I replied setting my toolbox back on the floor. “The real question is, are you up for the challenge? It’s my fourth house call, you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

I was talking a big game, but truth be told, the thought of her lips around me was already sending a firm message to my pants.

Kristi ran her tongue over her upper lip. Slowly, sensuously, excitedly.

She dropped to her knees.

“I’ve never had a black one before,” she whispered as she fumbled with my belt.

That sent all manner of filthy thoughts through my mind.

“You’re in for a treat then,” I answered as she loosened my belt, and yanked my pants down to my knees.

My cock sprang free, smacking playfully against her cheek.

Kristi’s eyes bulged as she saw it. The Alabama Slammer. All 9 inches of it, the head resting against her cheek.

Kristi’s playful smile, turned to wanton lust as her eyes played along its length.

Oh, her poor husband. The lucky bastard had been enjoying her eager attentions but the way she gripped me, betrayed the truth.

I had him beat for size, and she seemed intent on enjoying every inch of it.

Running her tongue around it, she went to work. She took me in her mouth, working my throbbing shaft as she teased my head.

Kristi the eager newlywed gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. Sucking and licking, teasing and stroking me until I was harder than a baseball bat. She could have hit a home run with me, but I wanted more.

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes, her lips locked around my head, and I smiled right back.

I wasn’t going to let her know she was pushing me, the Alabama Slammer to my limit.

Undeterred, she pulled her dress down over her perky breasts. Tanned and firm, with nipples that looked as hard as I was. What I wouldn’t have given for a taste.

With one hand she teased her hardened nipple, while the other stroked my full length.

She was wanton. Reluctantly she withdrew from my cock. “Amazing,” she groaned. “My husband would have lost it ages ago.”

The poor thing. I could hardly blame her husband, but his loss was my gain.

I shrugged, still trying to play it cool. “Like I said, fourth house call of the day.”

She stroked her hand along my length as she tried to milk me for all I was worth.

“My last stop was Linda Tarnet, so you have your work cut out for you,” I teased.

Linda lived up the street, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s just how competitive women can be.

“Not Linda.” Shock played across her face. “I’d have never thought she’d uh,” Kristi paused suddenly mindful of the fact she was on her knees stroking her plumber’s cock.

“Oh, she’s practically sex starved,” I replied, “and incredibly limber.”

Kristi looked down at her watch, and she bit her lip nervously.

“What’s up?” I asked. “You can surrender anytime, there’s no shame in that.”

“It’s not that,” she replied, “it’s just my husband will be home soon.”

I reached for my pants. She might have been Aphrodite, but I had no desire to get shot.

Kristi’s hand shot out and grabbed my belt.

“Are there any rules that say I can only use my mouth?” Kristi asked.

Bingo.

I tried to act surprised but failed miserably.

“None at all. What did you have in mind?” I replied.

She offered me her hand and I helped her to her feet.

Placing both hands on the bench, she lifted herself until she was sitting on the edge of the bench, she slowly parted her legs. She reached for the hem of her dress, already sitting high on her thighs and pulled it up to her waist, revealing her smooth folds. I wanted to drive my tongue between them and taste her.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Guiding the Alabama Slammer to her lips, I teased her, parting her folds and pressing the head against her sex.

“Don’t tease me, give it to me, stud,” Kristi begged.

Thrusting, I entered her. She felt incredible.

Holding her legs, I worked myself deeper, and deeper, with every thrust.

Kristi’s moans filled the kitchen, as she lay back on the countertop.

From her earlier play, I knew she enjoyed having her nipples teased. So, I bent over her and took it in my mouth, teasing one with my tongue while I gripped the other with my hand.

Her back arched as I teased her, relentless with both my hands and my cock.

“Yes!” she screamed, her first orgasm taking me by surprise as she bucked against me.

As she came down from her high, she was smiling from ear to ear but I was more worked up than ever.

Pulling out of her, I flipper her over onto her stomach, and bent her over the bench. She wanted the Alabama Slammer and I planned to give it to her.

Grabbing her bundled up dress in one hand, and her right breast in my other hand, I pulled her back against me.

“Come here,” I growled as I entered her again.

I gave her everything, and she urged me on.

Harder, faster. She had no hesitation in telling me what she wanted.

This hot little housewife was insatiable.

Then she reached between her legs. I thought she was going to stroke her clit to bring herself to another orgasm. From her groans, I figured she must be close.

Instead she grabbed my balls, massaging them with her hot little hands.

I lost it, exploding within her like a volcano of white-hot lust.

“Mmmm,” Kristi cooed as each stroke pumped more of me inside her. “That’s it tiger, give me that discount.”

The insatiable little minx.

“Screw the discount, this one is on the house,” I replied as I filled the excitable newlywed to the brim.

It was the sound of the garage door going up that brought me out of my post-orgasm bliss.

“Shit, my husband,” Kristi gasped. Dragging herself off the bench and fixing her dress. “Cover for me.”

She raced upstairs, as I quickly pulled up my pants. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I grabbed my toolbox and was halfway to the door when her husband came through it.

“Sinks all taken care of,” I said with a smile. “Shouldn’t give you any more trouble.”

“Oh uh, thanks,” he muttered looking past me for his wife. “And the bill?”

“All take care of,” I replied, the image of his wife bent over their kitchen island, still filling my mind. “You have a great day.”

I let myself out, smiling all the way to the car. Looking back at the house, I couldn’t help but hope the sink broke again soon.

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