Short Story, Erotica

Working From Home

As I had the house to myself a lunchtime wank had become part of my routine

I adore my wife. She’s my lover and my best friend. I’m telling you straight, I got lucky when I met Debs.

But that was twenty-five years ago. The kids have grown and left, now it’s just the two of us. She still looks great. Debs has always kept herself fit. She owns a hair salon and puts in long hours. Being a programmer, I’ve been working from home for many years, which means I also cook dinner of an evening. Debs returns, exhausted from being on her feet most of the day, and relaxes, with a glass of wine, while I prepare supper.

Well, I should say that was our lives. But recently things have changed. Let me explain.

When the lock-down came the government said her job was not an essential service. Well I disagree. What do they know anyhow? C’mon, every one loves having their hair cut, and my Debs provides free counselling to most of her customers as she works. She never failed to come home with a story of how Mrs Smith or Jones came in with a frown and left with a smile. That sounds like an essential service to me.

Initially, when the salon closed, she started working from home, but only a few customers felt safe enough to leave their houses and come round. Suddenly, Debs had a lot of time on her hands. I was pleased as punch — she was able to catch up on her reading and chatted with her mates over Zoom.

However, when Debs had been working all week she had been too tired for much sexy action. But, come the weekend — made up for it, so I really had nothing to complain about. Particularly as having the house to myself meant a lunchtime wank had become part of my routine. I’d make a bit of a snack and put a porn movie on whist I was eating. Often, one which involved some nubile slut being tied up and used. By the time I’d finished a sandwich my cock was straining for release in more ways than one. I’d nip upstairs, shed my trousers, lay down on the bed and stroke myself into submission.

Then I’d make some coffee and return to my desk.

With Debs at home all day, that had to stop. I began to feel frustrated. My balls blue! We have an open bathroom policy so I couldn’t even pop in there for a swift shower.

I could tell Debs was getting bored with the great indoors. She started going off for a walk late morning. Not something she’d ever done before at weekends. About two weeks ago she popped her head around my office door and said she was off for a quick stroll. It had been quite a few days since we’d had sex, so I left it a good ten minutes but made use of the time by putting a porn video clip on my laptop screen. Watching some guy ram his dick into a cute chick’s arse was just what I needed. Beginning to unzip, I took the stairs two at a time and without stopping flung the bedroom door open wide, cock already in hand.

Let me say I was unprepared for the scene that met my eyes. Debs was crouched on the bed surrounded by an array of sex toys. I could see a purple butt plug slightly protruding from her arse, a dildo shoved in her cunt, while she whizzed the tip of a vibrating toy over her clit.

I stopped in my tracks still holding my dick, mouth open, eyes wide. Debs clicked stop on the vibrator startled and met my gaze stuttering,

“I thought you were working.”

I replied, “and what happened to your walk?”

“Well, it was a ruse. So you wouldn’t know what I was up to.” She blushed.

“Are you telling me — going for a walk — is code-speak for — I’m going to fuck my arse with a dildo?”

I began to laugh. A giggle at first escalating into a throaty chuckle that literally left me shaking with tears streaming down my cheeks. I slumped onto the floor, my dick having retreated back inside the split of the boxer shorts, and lay back in fits of laughter - unable to speak.

“Ron… Ron.” Debs shouted at me, starting to smile herself. “Why are your flies undone?”

I began to breathe deeply and slowly the laughter subsided. Debs was now laid out on the bed, so I went and sat on the edge and looked down at her. Blouse open revealing a sexy, black lacy camisole, her cleavage spilling over the top and naked from the waist down.

“I asked you a question, Ron?”

“Well, let's just say great minds think alike.” I said, quickly undressing. “Now, how about we play with this vibrator together.”

Within moments I was kneeling above her head. She turned her mouth to gobble my cock while I switched on the vibrator and pulsed it over her cunt lips. Soon her hips were gyrating, pushing her slit onto the toy while with my other hand I held the back of her head, pumping her face with abandon.

When we had both climaxed — Debs twice and me in her mouth — we collapsed, spent, on the bed and began to cackle again. It turned out that with so much time on her hands, Debs felt much hornier than usual. She’d sent off for some sex products, blissfully unaware that it was standard practice for me to have a daily wank.

Since then, most lunchtimes have been spent exploring Deb’s new fascination with sex-toys and sex in general.

Did I already say I’m a lucky man?

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