It Wasn’t Hard to Find a Man to Fill in Doing Her Husband’s Chores

I hate when my husband goes on business trips, because I end up doing all the chores in addition to my regular job. My son used to do these things, but he’s away at school. The last time my husband was away for two weeks, I had the house immaculate when he came back, and he didn’t appreciate it—I’d done all of his work! I vowed, never again!

There’s a younger guy at my job whom I sometimes have lunch with. He’s a paid intern who doesn’t mind being at my beck and call. As soon as my husband said he had a trip coming up, I decided to get Alan to do his chores. He’s nineteen, the same age as my son—not too tall but built like a wrestler. I suspected that he had a thing for older women, which I intended to use to my advantage.

The morning my husband left, I told Alan I might need help around the house if he could spare the time. I said I’d fix him lunch and dinner if he came over Saturday afternoon. We were having lunch at the time, and he got so excited, he knocked his soda over. When he jumped up from the table, I spotted a bulge in his pants. I’d never done anything like this, but if he felt that way, why not?

After work I got a full spa treatment—mani, pedi, bikini wax—and picked up food for the next day. Alan arrived early, and I put him to work outside. It was hot, and he took off his shirt. Ogling that heavily muscled torso while he cleaned out the garage made me cream my panties.

I went in the house for a quick change and then called Alan in for lunch. I’d set sandwiches, fruit, and sweet tea out on the dining room table and told him to help himself. He put away three sandwiches like it was nothing. I’d long since finished my half sandwich and thought it might be time to move things along. I got behind Alan’s chair and started giving him a massage. He put down his fourth sandwich and pulled me around, sitting me on his lap. I rubbed my butt against the bulge in his pants while he kissed me, shoving his tongue in my mouth for a little exploratory trip.

Still kissing him, I turned and straddled his lap. It was easier to rub my pussy back and forth against his hard-on in this position. I thought we might fuck in the chair! I really wanted him to take control so I wouldn’t have to do all the work. His hands were under my skirt, trying to pull down my panties. He got one hand in, and I felt the blunt tip of his finger probe my ass. Then he set me back on my feet and pulled off my panties. He carried me to the kitchen counter and unzipped his pants while I took off my blouse and bra. He pulled me to the edge and in one swift stroke buried his big cock in me.

Alan was both longer and wider than my husband, and I loved the way he filled me up. With my hands flat on the counter for support, Alan held on to my thighs and started pistoning in me with powerful strokes. That hot, wet friction pushed me over the edge just before he shot his load. When he pulled out, he was still hard. He asked where the bedroom was, and when I said upstairs, he scooped me up off the counter and threw me over his shoulder fireman-style. What a hoot!

Alan tossed me on the bed and flipped me on my stomach. He wedged a pillow under my hips, and then slid his cock back in my juicy hole. We fucked that way with me screaming into the pillow. Then he pulled me up on my knees and fucked me doggie-style till he splattered my insides with come.

Alan didn’t get much work done that day, but I wasn’t worried. He had the rest of the week to get the chores done. The most important chore was fucking me silly, and he did that great.

Now whenever my husband goes away, my young hunk is here to give me a helping hand.

—Name and address withheld