Old Habits (by GB)

I'd forgotten my wife had Monday off, and had scheduled some work on our furnace
to be completed. The company I'd contracted was bonded, and I had given them a
key to get in while my wife and I were at work. They'd been out before, and knew
the location of the furnace in the basement. They did good work before, and I
was sure they were the right people for the job this time.

I didn't even remember that they were due to come out that day. It was just
another work day for me . . . my lucky wife had the day off - bank holiday.

According to what she told me later about what happened that day, she slept in
late, then went downstairs to have breakfast. The kitchen is in the back of the
house, so she hadn't yet looked out the front. If she had, she would have seen
the furnace repairman's truck in the driveway. What she didn't know was that the
furnace repairman and his helper had arrived about 40 minutes earlier and were
busy at work on our unit. They didn't know whe was home either. It is a big
house, and when you are in the basement, you can't hear anything from the main
level or upstairs. It's the same when you are on the main level, or upstairs.

She finished her breakfast, and decided that since no one was home, she would
simply strip out of her pajamas and throw them into the laundry room, then just
run up to take her shower and get dressed. She stripped off her top and bottoms
in the laundry room. Now completely naked, she quickly exited the laundry room
to run upstairs before someone came to the door. No sooner had she left the
laundry room than the door to the basement opened and one of the repairmen
walked in right in front of her. She screamed, turned, ran back into the laundry
room and slammed the sliding pocket door behind her. (Even though it was too
late, the repairman got a solid look at her naked body) At first she thought it
was an intruder, then she realized that she had recognized the man.

She didn't know how or why he was there, but it was a guy that she had dated a
couple of times 25 years earlier back in highschool. She yelled out his name,
and asked him what he was doing in her house? He said he had no idea that it was
her house, and that her husband had scheduled them to come out and take a look
at the furnace. They were to let themselves in as there wasn't supposed to be
anybody home.

By this time, my wife had popped her pajamas back on and opened up the pocket
door. She tried to make some small talk with the guy as she did know him, and
she wanted to work off some of her embarassment. The usual, what have you been
doing since highschool, that sort of thing. She even told him that she bet when
they went out those couple of times that he never thought he'd have to wait 25
years to see her naked (they'd not done anything more than a quick goodnight
kiss on their two dates). They both chuckled, then she asked how long they would
be. He told her it would be another hour or so. She said she would be upstairs,
and asked if it would be OK if she went ahead and took a shower. He told her it
wouldn't intfere with anything. With that, she went upstairs, and he went back
on his way.

She was pretty embarassed and a little pissed off, so she thought a shower might
calm her down. Beides, she had some shopping to do on her day off, and wanted to
get cleaned up and out to the stores as soon as possible. She peeled her pajamas
back off and hopped into the shower. While she was in there, she couldn't help
wondering what her old beau had thought when he saw her naked in the hall
downstairs. They had only dated a couple of times when she was 17 or 18, and now
that she was 44, she wondered if she was still attractive to him. She was about
the same weight, only gaining a couple of pounds after two kids and now middle
age. Her tits did sag a bit, and her ass wasn't as firm as it used to be, but
all in all, she didn't think she was doing too bad. She rinsed the soap out of
her hair, stood there for another couple of seconds to let the hot water massage
her back, then turned of the tap and opened the door to get out. She grabbed the
towel from the rack and patted her hair down, then dried her body off, and
neatly hung it back on the rack. She pulled open the droor to the vanity and
began to comb her hair out in front of the mirror. As was combing her hair, she
thought she heard a noise in the master bedroom. She walked out into the bedroom
and was almost physically knocked back by what she saw. Standing in the middle
of the room, with nothing on, was her old highschool beau.

She asked him what the hell he was doing there like that. He told her she was
right earlier when she said he didn't think - back then, that it would take 25
years for him to see her naked. He told her he had wanted more back then, and
was going to get more now. She said he must be crazy, and that if he came closer
she would scream. He told her to go ahead, that his partner wouldn't hear them
two levels down with all the power tools running, and there were no neighbors
out there in the country. Then she asked him what made him think she would do
anything with him. And he told her that if she didn't, he would tell her husband
that she had come downstairs naked and tried to seduce him once she had seen
that he was an old boyfriend. He told her that his parnter downstairs had
already agreed to back him up. He had even told his partner about her c-section
scar, and told her that when both he and his partner described what she looked
like naked to her husband, their stories would be pretty convincing.

It didn't seem like she had a choice. She either booted the guy out and then got
blamed for something she didn't do, or fuck him and not get blamed for anything.

She told him that he had won. Then she told him that they weren't going to do it
in her bed, that was for she and her husband only. They could go down the hall
to the guest room. She also told him that he would have to use a condom. She
told him that she'd only ever had her husband in her bareback, and she wasn't
going to change that now. He told her he thought his partner ( a younger guy)
carried one in his wallet. If that's what would make this work, he'd go get it.

She walked down the hall with him and showed him which of the two guestrooms she
would be in. She told him to make it quick, she didn't want this to last all
day. He reminded her not to call anyone while he was gone, that he and his
partner were ready with their stories. She told him to just go get the rubber -
she'd be there when he got back.

When he got back he was opening the rubber package as he came into the room. She
was sitting on the bed waiting for him. She asked why he didn't already have it
on. He told her it was because she was going to suck him first. She started to
tell him no, and he reminded her about the matching stories. She looked up at
him, then grabbed his penis and pulled it toward her. She hesitated, then put
her lips on the head of his cock. He told her it had to go in her mouth. She let
out a loud breath of air in frustration, then opened her mouth and took his cock
in. He began to pump it back and forth in her mouth, placing his hands on the
back of her head and moving it with his motion. She sucked him for about a
minute or so, then pulled his penis out of her mouth and said let's get to it.

He finished tearing open the condom package, but instead of unrolling the rubber
onto his cock, he laid it on the night stand next to the bed. He told her to lie
back, it was her turn now. She knew she didn't have any choice, and laid back on
the bed. He got on the bed with her, placing himself between her legs, then
lowered his head and began to lick her pussy. She has a really hairy bush, and
he must have liked that, because she later told me he was slobbering so much she
felt like she had wet her pants. He ate her pussy for a couple of minutes, then
started to finger bang her while he licked her clit. This was where she really
began to get uncomfortable because it was starting to feel good to her . . . but
she didn't want him to know that. She knew she had to do something before he
began to tell she was liking this, so she reached down and lifted his head out
of her pussy. Then she reached over to the night stand, grabbed the rubber and
told him to put it on. He was so horny at this point that he did exactly as she
asked.

He slipped the rubber on, and because he had done such a good job of lubricating
her pussy with his spit, had no trouble gettting his cock into her on the first
try. Without meaning to, she let out a muffled groan as he pushed his cock into
her, the ribbed condom adding to the pleasure of his rather large shaft inside
her. She could tell he wasn't going to waste any time, because he lifted her
legs up over his shoulders and started to pump her harder and faster than she'd
ever been pumped before. She kept thinking to herself that it was OK to enjoy
this - after all - she was clearly getting fucked, not making love. And since
she had no choice, she decided to enjoy it while it lasted. She began to moan
and move with his thrusts as she now loosened up and began to feel the
beginnings of an orgasm overtaking her. She reached back and grabbed his ass and
pulled his cock deep into her pussy each time he shoved it in to her. He knew
she was beginning to orgasm because he could feel her pussy tighten around his
cock (even with the rubber on). He was close to orgasm too, and now began to
fuck her for all he was worth. He shot his load into the condom just as she came
to the climax of her orgasm. She could feel the cheeks of his ass tighten right
before he shot his sperm into the rubber. She pulled is cock deep into her and
held him there as her orgasm eased away. Right before he pulled out, he looked
at her and told her she should have let him do that 25 years ago, and not to
worry, he wasn't going to tell a soul.

What they didn't know was that I had managed to take the rest of the day off,
and was on my way home to surprise my wife. When I pulled intot he driveway, I
suddently realized that I had forgotten to tell her about the repairmen coming
over that day. I thought it must have been OK, because if the truck was still
there, she hadn't kicked them out. When I walked into the house I looked around
and didn't see her. I thought that she must have really slept late, and decided
to sneak upstairs to wake her up.

As I passed the guest room her old beau was just pulling his cock out of her
hairy pussy. I could tell he was pulling out of her and not putting it in
because his cock had begun to shrink iside the rubber. The tip was hanging down
loose below the head of his cock, and the recepticle was filled with his sperm.
I burst into the room and told him he'd better get the hell out of there and
that I'd track him down later.

She told me the whole story as I stood ther fuming. To this day, I'm not sure if
the story she told (and I related her) is true, or if she made it up to cover
for the fact that she came on to this guy. Either way, I'll keep it in my back
pocket to use against her sometime down the road. You never can tell when you
might need some ammunition.