02-25-2012, 09:38 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2006
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Trading sex for work
When our neighbor told my husband that his brother, who was visiting them at their place from out of town (we had met him once before) really had the hots for me, hubby told me about it too. He felt sorry for the guy because his wife had left him a few months ago. This guy was very nice but shy, and he had not had sex in a long time. Hubby joked around that he thought it would be nice of me if I would consider flirting with the guy a little to help make his depression go away. Flirt with him how, I asked. Well, we had some boxes sitting in our bedroom on the floor that we recently packed up that needed to be put away. There were pull-down attic stairs above one of our bedroom closets where the boxes could go. The idea was for me to call over to our neighbor's house in the morning after hubby left for work and ask if the visiting brother would mind coming over to give me a hand with the boxes. The next day, I did that, and spoke to my friend, the neighbor's wife about my problem. She laughed with me over the phone about my request, saying that she was sure that her brother-in-law would be very happy to come over and help me. He came right over, shy but eager, so I led him into the bedroom and asked if he would pull down the attic steps for me so I could go up them and he could hand the boxes up to me so I could push them to where they needed to go. He said that he could just put them up there for me himself, but, I insisted that we could do a better job together on it. So, after he had the stairs in place, I climbed up three steps and he picked up the first box to hand up to me. At that point, his head was at the same height level as my waist was as I stood on the stairs. As I took the box from him I then moved up another step with it, turning my back towards him as I started pushing the box against the back of the closet. This caused me to bend forward in front of him, which gave him a clear view up my short skirt at my sheer white lace panties. I asked him to hold onto my legs to keep me steady. His hands were strong but shaking as he grasped me arond my calves. We repeated this movement with the other four boxes. Then I asked him to help me down from the steps and slid down them holding myself tightly against his body as I did. I felt his erection as his arms were locked around me, holding me up from just under my butt. He looked into my eyes and as I continued to slowly slide downward, I kissed his soft lips. He kissed me back passionately as I pressed my pelvis into his crotch. We kept kissing and moved over to the bed, where we both stripped our clothes off. He went right for the prize and entered me, sliding his penis firmly in to the hilt, which caused me to moan with passion. We screwed each other furiously for less than a minute when we both climaxed together in a heap. We were still lip-locked and I could feel it that he had filled me up with all of his cum. As he slipped out of me, I went down on him and sucked on his cock and balls, and after that, I then did a thorough job of licking him clean. He was starting to get nervous, so I asked him if he thought that he should be getting dressed and go back over to his brother's place before someone got suspicious about how long he had been gone. He got dressed fast, hugged and kissed me goodbye, and left. I was a bit shocked at what had just happened, because I had thought that the most that would happen was a couple of kisses, and that would be it. Like they say, the quiet ones will fool you sometimes!
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