I mentioned in my post yesterday about the accidental facial I gave my wife the other day. I think the exact words I used were, “busted three days worth of pent up man juice all over wives face (accident of course, really)” Well I got some comments about it and even a few e-mails. Nosouthernbelle even referenced my blow job post from a while back. I think there may have been a few of you who actually thought I did that on purpose. Au contraire! Allow me to give you a little more detail concerning the event…

It had been since Thursday that I had enjoyed the marital privileges with my wife. By the time she and the kids got home Sunday we were both pretty horny. Somehow we managed to make it till the evening before we locked ourselves away to bump some uglies. I was rock hard and leaking by the time I positioned myself between her legs, pulled those legs over my shoulders and began slamming that wet love tunnel. My lord how wonderful it felt, for both of us. We went at it for a good fifteen minutes, hitting it hard and only pausing once for a moment so I wouldn’t finish too quickly. Once Susan had got her O on I knew it was my time and I pulled out and got ready.

Before I continue I think I should explain something. We don’t use birth control very often. I know we’re asking for a possible pregnancy, but if it’s going to happen we’re ready for it. We’ve talked about having a child of our own, and will probably take that step sometime in the next year. So if it happens anytime soon we’ll be okay with it. So with that said, let me explain how we usually finish up. 90% of the time I pull out and jack off onto her body. Sometimes she will do the jacking, especially when we’re in the “me on top” position. This is what happened Sunday night.

So I pull out and lean in and she takes hold of my wet and throbbing little friend. After the third stoke I begin to come. As I was coming I began to feel something building up inside me. It was actually like I was having a second orgasm. I was actually having a second one, something that’s only ever happened to me once before. But this second nut bust was totally different from all the others. When it finally hit me, it hit me like a bolt of lightning! I shot four good bursts and all four of them hit her square in the face. Keep in mind now, I’m on my knees down between her legs. She’s 5′10″ so that’s a good three feet away. First one on her forehead, second her left cheek, third her nostrils and the fourth in her left eye. She stopped jacking it after the first volley, but I begged her to continue…and she did. What a good woman. It was the most beautiful thing ever and I was hella proud of my performance, but just let me say how NOT impressed she was. She freaked out, yelled and immediately demanded a towel. I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and helped her use it to clean up. Trust me, we both laughed about it later.

So yeah, it was an accident. Impressive, but an accident none the less. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’ll be gone all day today to Mississippi so I won’t be able to see your comments till tonight. Please don’t bash me too much!! You don’t want me to cry do ya?

Ah, the sights you can see at the Wal-Mart parking lot!

Well folks, my weekend of freedom didn’t turn out quite as good as I had hoped. I played bachelor for 48 hours and I didn’t get into one bit of trouble, including when I went for drinks with a friend. I guess I’m just losing my ability. There was a time where I’d go to a bar and end up with at least one or two women flirting with me. These days? Not so much. Maybe it’s just a mental attitude thing. Now that I’m happily married perhaps I’m not putting the vibes out there. Hmmm, must be…because God knows I’m just as hot now as I was the last time I was fighting off the honeys down at the watering hole.

Let’s see…let me recount my weekend without the wife and kids:

Friday night: Sat at home - laptop in lap - drinking heavily - talked to Blog friends and ex wife (fun) on phone - in bed with my dog Trooper by 1am, read my new book till 2.

Saturday: Sat at home - laptop in lap - went to Wal-Mart and wondered aimlessly looking at crap and buying nothing - went to Hooters - sat by myself eating wings, drinking beer and watching basketball on tv - considered giving blood, but changed mind cause I smelled like Hooters - watched it rain all day - sat again with laptop in lap - drank heavily - went for drinks with friend - in bed by 2 with Trooper, read till 4

Sunday: Wife calls at 9am wakes me up - can’t go back to sleep - sit with laptop again - go to grocery store and McDonalds - try to take nap, read instead - clean entire downstairs of house in the last hour before family return - prepare wonderful and healthy meal - watch tv with family - drink heavily - screw the crap out of wife - bust three days worth of pent up man juice all over wives face (accident of course, really) - bed by 11

See how hella exciting my weekend was? Don’t you wish now you’d taken me up on my offer and come for a visit? Y’all sure missed out on some memorable times.

Some of you may not know this, but I’m an American Idol fan. Yes, tis true. I was/am heavily into the show during the second season, last season and this current season. Why only three out of the five? Well, there was a local guy featured in each of those seasons. We had Ruben Studdard, then Bo Bice last year, and this year we have Taylor Hicks (pictured above). All three are from, or have been long time residents of, the Birmingham, Alabama area. I’ve just got to say, my man Taylor is smokin! He’s got talent - original and pure. He sang an excellent rendition of Levon during Wednesday nights episode. Damn, it was good! If you missed it you can watch his performance by clicking here. I called to vote for him about 200 times, but only got through once. That was obviously a good sign, and last night we saw he’s made it on through to the next round. Yeah I’ll be routing him all the way to the finals, just like I did for Bo last year. Oh, and speaking of Bo Bice, he showed up where my wife works a few weeks ago and she had her picture made with him. She said he was tiny, much smaller than he looks on television. I questioned why he had his pants off around her, but she didn’t think my joke was funny.

Anyway…

I’m glad it’s Friday. This week has been a rough one. It looks like my wife and kids will be gone this weekend. It’s turning out that ole Chuck might be completely alone for two nights and two days. Hmmm, I’m wondering what kinds of trouble I can get into? Anyone wanna come over for a party? Come on ladies….I promise you a good time. We could play strip poker, truth or dare and spin the bottle. Y’all swing on over, and remember to BYOB!

Also go check out my new friend from down the road in Atlanta, Becca at Dandelion Wishes. She’s having some hard times, but she’s real sweet and a hell of a writer. Go tell her howdy!

Have a good weekend!

And now for the conclusion. If you missed the other installments you can get part one here and part two here. In this episode Dave and Ann finally get the release they’ve been looking for. I know this is all pretty cheesy and dumb, but it’s my first attempt at writing fiction (especially erotic fiction) and as weak a read as it might be, I still kinda like it.

The Nanny

Taking my hands from her ass I reached around in front of her and unbuttoned three buttons of the shirt. Once I had access I reached in and cupped her tits, pulling them free from the shirt and kissing the nipples. She moaned and leaned back, giving me better access, and I began to suck and nibble on them. Her nipples were already hard, but they stiffened more with the attention I was giving them.

“That feels so good Dave, bite them.” She said and I did, gently at first, then harder. I took one at a time between my teeth, alternating between biting and sucking. The entire time she continued to dry hump my lap and I began to worry that I would shoot my load in my underwear. She must have sensed my concern, because after a moment she stopped her movement and kept her eyes locked on mine as she got up from my lap settling on her knees between my legs.

She put both her hands in my lap and ran her fingers along the shaft of my cock, through the material of my shorts. After a moment she moved her fingers up to the button at the waist band and unhooked it and lowered my zipper. With one hand she reached in and for the first time in two years I had another woman holding my cock in her bare hand.

“You have a beautiful cock Dave. I assumed it was big, but didn’t expect this.” She said as she stroked my shaft. Not knowing exactly what to say in response I muttered a simple thank you. She giggled at that and then leaned forward and placed the head into her mouth.

I leaned back in my chair determined to enjoy every minute of this blow job. It had been so long, and Ann seemed an expert. She cupped my balls in one hand and jacked my cock with the other. All while she ran her tongue around the head. Then she would take her tongue and run it from my balls all the way up my shaft and back again.

“Feel good?” She asked.
“Oh yeah, it feels damn good.”
“How about this?”

She had me spread my legs as wide as they could go, then lifted my cock and balls up against my stomach and plunged her tongue as far as she could towards my ass. Suddenly I was glad I had showered earlier after my workout. She licked from my asshole up to my balls then took them into her mouth, sucking, one by one. What a feeling! She again turned her attention to my cock, sucking with reckless abandon and using both hands to jack my shaft. Within minutes I felt myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

“God that is incredible.” I said. “Baby I am getting close to coming.”

She paused for a moment and said, “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

That was all I needed to hear. I leaned back, closing my eyes and she grabbed my balls in one hand, kept jacking with the other and sucked hard on the top three inches of my dick. My breathing got faster as I got closer and soon my whole body stiffened and I let loose my first volley. With that first blast of hot cum her eyes opened wide, but she kept on taking it. I had wave after wave of pleasure and assumed I must be shooting quite a load. After my orgasm was done she continued to suck till I could take it no more and began to squirm in the chair.

“How was it?” She asked.
“That was the best. My God, you are good.” I panted.
She smiled, licked her lips and said, “Yep, I have heard that before.”
I stood up, pulling her to her feet and said, “Now, it’s your turn.”

I went ahead and released the last two buttons on my dress shirt she was wearing, and helped her out of it. It dropped to the floor and she stood there in all her naked beauty. She was perfect. Obviously her tits were awesome, but the rest of her was tops as well. Being no stranger to the gym her body was tight all over, and she had just enough bubble to her perfectly round ass. I bent down and began kissing her again, working my way from her mouth, down her neck onto her tits. Placing both hands under her arms I lifted her from where she stood, back onto the edge of the desk. I reached behind her and moved a book and some papers and said, “Lean back and enjoy.”

She did as I commanded and I went back to kissing. I kissed, sucked and nibbled my way from her breasts to her stomach. Using my hands I lifted her legs up till they were bent at the knee, her feet resting on the desk’s edge. Her pussy was wet, her lips slightly opened, and it was completely shaved except for a tuft of red hair at the top. As I continued to kiss my way closer I inserted one finger into her and she gasped then moaned. This girl was tight. I know it had been a while, and my wife’s pussy was the only one I had ever touched, but I did not remember it ever being this tight.

As I fingered her I found her clit with my lips and began to suck. I sucked on her clit then alternated doing that with just running my tongue in circles around it. She continued to moan and I assumed I was doing something right. I removed my finger and inserted my tongue instead. She tasted incredible. Eating pussy had always been one of my favorite things and I was enjoying it again now. I hungrily lapped at her pussy then slipped a finger in her again. Using my pointer finger, and making a “come here” motion, I soon located her g-spot and stroked it firmly. As I did I went back to sucking on her clit. Within moments her breathing intensified and she began to moan louder than before.

“Oh my God Dave, I am gonna cum!” She yelled and then the screaming really began. She was certainly more vocal than my wife had ever been. At first I thought it was an act, but then I noticed the splotchy redness that had spread across her tits and I knew it was for real.

“Oh yeah baby, suck my clit harder. That’s right. Suck it and fuck my pussy with your finger!” She demanded. I did as she requested and then it hit. She came with a vengeance. I felt her pussy constrict around my finger and she screamed, “Yeah, yeah”, over and over.

“Don’t stop! Keep going. Oh yeah….GOD!”

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, her moaning and yelling continued. She was enjoying the pleasure and I was very happy to provide it for her. After a few more minutes she finally began to come back down to earth.

“Dave, that was fucking awesome! Sorry to cuss like that, but MAN! You have a way with your tongue, that’s for sure!”
“I enjoyed it too. You taste great and are so tight.” I looked down at my hardening cock and said, “You think you can take this?”

“You’re bigger than anyone I’ve ever had, but I sure as hell want to try.” She said, reaching for it.
“Somehow I think it will work.” I replied. “I want to fuck you in the worst way. I’ve wanted to since the night I met you.”
“I want to fuck you too Dave, should we go to your room?” She asked.
“Nah, turn around and bend over the desk. I want it right here.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head and let it join the other clothes on the floor at our feet.
“Mmmm, have I been a bad employee? Does the boss man need to punish me?” She said with a giggle.
I laughed, “Just get your ass in the air and get ready for this.” I gripped my hard cock with one hand and turned her around with the other.

She bent at the waist over my desk and pressed her tits onto the glossy finish of the mahogany. I stuck two fingers in my mouth to wet them and then rubbed them down the crack of her ass and into her pussy. She was still wet and I could tell that she could indeed take more than one finger.

“Mmmm” she moaned.

Still holding my cock I guided it between her ass cheeks down to the folds of her sweet pussy. I nudged the head in gently and then slipped another inch and another after that. I stopped when I was half way in.

“Feel okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, oh yeah it feels damn good. You all the way in?”
“Nope, another four inches or so and I will be.”
“God, you are so fucking thick!” she said, then proceeded to back herself up onto the rest of my cock.
“That’s it baby, now fuck me!”

I gripped her waist with both hands and began to slide in and out of her. Slowly at first, but I picked up steam. Her moaning was all the encouragement I needed. Soon I was fucking her hard, my balls slapping at her clit and she was really getting into it. With each thrust in she would be lifted slightly off her feet, and then back again on the out stroke.

I reached over and under her and took me a handful of tit. I pinched at her nipple as I did and she loved it.

“Yeah pinch my nipples while you fuck me.” She said. “Oh baby, fuck me with that big cock. Oh God, you are fucking me so GOOD! Oh, oh….”

Her dirty talk and her moans and sharp screams were enough to get me close so I slowed down a little, not wanting to cum too soon. It had been a while after all. Instead of pounding her I stood still and worked my cock side to side inside of her. She seemed to like that too. Soon she put her hand beneath her and began to play with her clit. I could feel her fingers touching my balls as she played with it and I liked how it felt.

After a couple of minutes she said, “Do it hard again lover. I am so close.”

I accepted her offer and got back to pounding it hard. I fucked her harder and harder with each thrust and once again the noise started again.

“Oh, yeah! Harder! Harder! I’m…gonna….CUM!!!”

I took ten or twelve more thrusts then pulled out and shot another big load all over her beautiful back and up to her shoulders.

As we both came down from our second orgasms I leaned over her and she turned her head to meet me for a kiss.

“That was incredible. Just want I needed.” I said.

“I thought you would be a good lay from the night we met, but I never imagined this.” She replied.

I picked up my t-shirt from the floor and used it to wipe my cum from her back and shoulders. She stood up and folded herself into my arms. We kissed.

“So, where does this leave us? How does this effect things here around the house?” I asked.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned the heath insurance you provide isn’t the only benefit to the job.” She said, and we both laughed and started kissing again.

If you missed part one, here is the link. Thanks to all of you for your comments on the first edition. Maybe I’ll write more fiction in the future. Here is part two…

The Nanny

“So tell me what it is exactly that you’re looking for in a nanny.”

Big tits and a tight pussy, I thought, but said instead, “Well obviously someone with experience with kids and as well as someone dedicated, who loves their job.”

“I am the oldest of three kids and I was thirteen when my sisters were born, so I have practically raised them for years. Also I am a month away from graduation with a degree in early childhood education. I have been babysitting and watching children non stop since I was sixteen. I love kids Dave, and they usually love me.”

I watched her as she continued to speak telling me her qualifications and experiences she has had with children but could hardly hear what she was saying. Instead I sat there smiling and nodding at all the right moments, but in my mind I was day dreaming of what she must look like without those clothes. The brief flashes I had been fortunate enough so far to see was just enough to get my fantasy juices flowing.

”So Dave, what do you think? I may only be twenty three, but I do have experience.”

I watched as a drop of condensation from the bottom of her beer bottle dropped onto her breasts as she took another swig. Gravity pulled the small drop between the swell of her cleavage and below, beneath her blouse.

“Yeah Ann, I would say you do. How about I show you the room I have for the nanny.”
“Sounds great!”
“Okay, after you.” I said standing and motioning in the direction of the foyer and stairs.

I had recently had the fifth bedroom remodeled and decorated for the future nanny. It was tastefully done in pastels and I had added a whirlpool tub in the connecting private bath. Ann’s eyes widened when she saw the room and she crossed her arms tightly beneath her tits.

“Oh wow, this is just beautiful!” She said. “I have never had a room so awesome. We never had much money growing up, and my dorm room at school is decorated circa 1970.”
“Well, great. I am glad you love it. As you can smell the paint is fresh and I have had the bathroom remodeled too.”
“What? I would have my own bathroom?” I pointed towards the closed door and she practically ran across the room to see it. “Oh my God! What a tub!” She giggled like a child and added, “It is big enough for two.”
“Yes it is, but you should see the one in my bathroom downstairs, it’s twice this size.”

She went back into the bedroom and turned her back to the bed then threw herself down across it. At first I was surprised at her forwardness at making herself so at home, but then all I could concentrate on was her body. She had her arms lifted above her head, stretched to the other side of the bed. Her huge bosom heaved with excitement. Her legs were slightly opened and her skirt had ridden up to within an inch of her crotch. I decided then and there that I was definitely hiring this young and beautiful girl and she would be able to name her price. I fought against my inhibitions and took a seat on the bed next to her out stretched legs. I suddenly had a tremendous urge to run either my hand or tongue, or both, up her leg from her ankle to her pussy. I wondered if all the excitement of the beautiful room had made her wet. God, how I wanted to find out.

She sat up next to me on the bed and said. “Dave if you decide to hire me I promise you will not be making a mistake. I will do the best job possible for the boys and,” her eyes drifted down to my bulging crotch, “you.” She shifted herself closer to me on the bed and rested her hand on my thigh, halfway between my knee and package. “I really need this job and I really want to be a part of your family here.”

I looked down at her hand laying gently on my leg and felt my cock continue to swell in my jeans. It was obvious to both of us that I was terribly turned on at that moment. There was no mistaking the outline of my hardened dick lying against my thigh, very close to her hand. She continued to look down at my cock for another moment, then looked up into my eyes and smiled.

I cleared my throat and stood then said, “Ann, the job is yours. When can you start?”
She jumped up from the bed, her tits bouncing and practically leaped into my arms giving me a hug. “Oh, thank you! I can start tomorrow if you’d like. I am so happy, I could just die!” She wrapped her arms further around me and rested her head on my shoulder. Wow, how good she felt. With those enormous boobs pressed into me I took my arms and wrapped them around her as well, placing one hand at her shoulders and the other at the small of her back. We stood like that for nearly a minute, just holding one another and celebrating both our good fortunes.

In the weeks that followed everyone in the Martin household settled into routine. The boys simply loved Ann and she them. She took them to school, to their practices, and shopping and I was free to focus on work with very little interruption. Even though she wasn’t required to stay past six o’clock, unless I was out of town, she usually did. She loved her bedroom far too much to sleep anywhere else.

We also got to know each other pretty well too. In the evenings, once the boys were in bed, we found that we enjoyed one another’s company and had much in common. To my dismay there were never any more sexual innuendos, but that was okay. She was my employee after all. I had to constantly remind myself, when ever I would see her walk around the house in her short shorts or just a long t-shirt, that I was paying her salary. It surely was hard, I can tell you.

Everything was pretty much your typical “boss – employee” relationship till the night of June third.

For the past two years the third of June has been a particularly hard day for me. It was my late wife and my anniversary date. In years past I usually found myself closed up in my office, with a bottle of wine and our wedding album. This year was no different. Without saying anything more than good night to my boys, I left them in Ann’s care at the dinner table and took my newly opened bottle of wine and closed myself up in my office.

I miss my wife very much. Time has made her death easier to deal with, but still there are moments when I have to struggle from breaking down. Special occasions like Mother’s Day, Christmas, her birth date, our anniversary and the anniversary of her death are very hard on me. I try to keep it together for my sons, but when I can’t I typically find myself in the privacy of my office.

As I drank my wine I clicked through the many folders of digital pictures I have stored on my computer. Mary was such a beautiful woman, and did so much to make me happy in all aspects of my life. Especially when it came to matters of intimacy. It had been over two years now since I had last made love to a woman, and I missed it in the worse way. Sure I had had ample opportunities to quench my needs and desires, but I never could bring myself to do it. All the approaches made to me by women over the years have done nothing but remind me of what I could have had, if not for the tragic car accident.

I suddenly noticed that an hour had passed and my bottle of wine was empty. This is silly, I thought. I am a grown man; I do not need to be sitting here crying like a four year old. Sometimes life sucks and you’re dealt a shitty hand. That’s what has happened to me and I just need to deal with it and get over it. I kept trying to mentally push away my sadness when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in” I said, hurriedly wiping away my tears. Ann opened the door and walked in wearing, what appeared to be, nothing but one of my silk dress shirts and carrying a bottle of my favorite pinot grigio.

“I thought you might need some more,” She said holding the bottle out to me.

I tried to force a smile, but couldn’t help but notice her attire. She looked down at what she was wearing and let out a nervous laugh and said, “Oh, sorry. I was getting your things ready for the cleaners and couldn’t resist putting on one of your shirts. I love the way it feels and smells. You have some killer cologne. I’ll change out of it soon.”

“No Ann, that’s quite alright. It looks good on you. My wife used to do the same thing.” That sudden memory hit me hard and I found myself again pushing back tears. Ann noticed and walked over next to me and took a seat on the edge of my desk.

“Dave I am so sorry. John mentioned earlier that today would have been you guy’s anniversary. That’s why I thought you could use some more wine. Is there anything else I can do?”

She reached out and put her hand on my shoulder as I sat there in my office chair, my back to her and my head in my hands. I couldn’t stop the inevitable, and the tears soon came. For a moment I sat there and silently cried while she continued to rub my shoulder and back. Once I felt like I had composed myself enough I turned my chair around to face her but was not expected to see the terrible look of sadness on her beautiful face. As I watched a single tear poured forth from her eye and traveled down her cheek.

“I am acting like a baby. What an idiot.” I said.
“No, you have every right to cry and be upset.”

She reached out and put her hands over mine and pulled me in towards her. My office chair rolled easily across the hard wood floor and within a second I was sitting before her as she sat on my desk. Her bare knees there right in front of me. She never said a word and never took her sad eyes off of mine as she opened her legs and pulled me between them and closer to her. I leaned into her and she held me as I sat there between her legs with my face, wet with tears, pressed against her perfect breasts.

“I just feel so alone.” I said turning my face from the valley of her cleavage. “It can be so hard on me.”
“I can’t imagine what you must have gone through Dave, or what you continue to have to deal with. Memories can be so hard to bare. Tonight, if you’d like, you do not have to be alone. I am here for you in anyway you want.”

I continued to sit there squeezed between her thighs and resting my head between her breasts with my arms around her waist. It took me a moment to realize what it was she had just said. Once I had, I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.

“I want to kiss you.” I said, and she leaned down taking my head in both her hands and gently pressed her lips to mine. As she broke away I grabbed her and pulled her back in for more. I was hungry for her kisses and I soon had her pulled down off my desk, straddling my lap, sitting on me in my chair. Our kisses were passionate and our tongues were eager to explore the other’s mouth. I pulled her into me even tighter and could feel her firm tits pressing against my chest. My cock had hardened and was throbbing in my shorts and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had panties on under my dress shirt. Panties or no, I was sure she could feel me since she was sitting right on top of it.

As we continued to kiss I moved my hands down her back and cupped her tight ass with both hands. She lifted herself up a little so I could pull the shirt tail free from where she sat upon it, and I reached under and quickly had bare flesh in my hands. Yep, no panties. As I kneaded her ass she moved her hips front to back in my lap riding the full length of my hard dick, with only the fabric of my tennis shorts and boxers between our two parts. God, it felt so good, but I wanted more.

To be continued…

I wrote this story of erotic fiction about eight months ago for Julie to post on the sex blog she used to have. There may be a few of you who’ve read it before, but it should be new to the majority of you all. I’m going to post it in three parts, so you’ll get to read it all this week. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing fiction. I know it’s not great, but I had fun with it.

The Nanny

Things have been tough in the years since my wife died. She was my best friend and soul mate. She is the only woman I have ever loved or had sex with. We had been a couple since high school and planned to be together forever. Forever ended on a rainy April morning when she wrecked on her way to work two years ago. She was killed instantly when the car she was driving plunged over an embankment and into a lake below. In one moment I became a widower and single parent.

In the time that has passed since, I have learned to deal with my grief and pain, but have struggled with finding care for my two children. My work is such that I get to spend a lot of time working from my home office, but I also have the occasional business trip out of town. Up till recently I relied on the help of my sister-in-law with watching the kids, but that can’t happen any more. Her husband, my brother, has been promoted and they are being transferred out of state. My only hope has been to turn to the Yellow Pages and find myself a full time nanny.

Soon I had interviews set up with three different agencies. I scheduled the meetings over the course of two days here at my home. I was encouraged by the quality of women who came seeking employment. There were some highly qualified applicants with very good references. By the middle of the second day I had narrowed the choices down to two that I felt I could welcome into my home and trust with the care of my children. Both were very motherly as well as nearing retirement age. Of course they weren’t much in the beauty department, but it wasn’t their looks I was concerned about. That is until I met Ann.

Ann was my last scheduled interview. I almost called and cancelled since I felt I had already found two good choices. In retrospect I certainly am glad I didn’t. Ann couldn’t meet with me till the evening, due to a class she was taking, so I busied myself with getting dinner for the boys then later preparing for their bedtimes. I was upstairs overseeing the teeth brushing detail when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting the next interview for another half hour, so I immediately thought it must be a neighbor or sales person. I left the kids in the bathroom and jogged downstairs to the front door. I was not prepared for what I found when the door was opened.

Standing at my front door was a vision of loveliness. I immediately assumed it was some college student selling magazines or something. My first thought was, I am buying whatever she is selling. I was so stunned I couldn’t speak. Thank God she spoke first and knocked me out of my trance, because I am sure my starring was bordering on being a bit creepy.

“Hello you must be Mr. Martin?”
“Uh yes, yes I am. Hi.”
“I am Ann from the nanny agency. Sorry I’m a little early.” She said, taking her gaze from my eyes down to my midsection.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I was standing there at my front door in nothing but a t-shirt and boxer shorts. I looked down and my face flushed with embarrassment.
“Oh yeah, I wasn’t expecting you for another half hour. Uh, I was just getting the boys ready for bed. I did plan on wearing pants for the interview.” I said with a nervous laugh.
“Why don’t you let me help your sons and you can go get dressed.” She replied while smiling then added, “Of course you could just stay dressed the way you are. I do like a man with nice legs!”

She winked at me and looked down again and I realized that not only was I standing there in my underwear, but I was beginning to get an erection as well. This is not good, I thought. This woman is going to think I am definitely a pervert. I put my hand over my crotch, trying to hide my hardening cock, and stepped aside so she could come into the foyer.

“Sure, they are in the hall bathroom upstairs. Take a left and it is the first door on the right.” I said pointing up the winding staircase as I closed the front door.
“You have a beautiful home Mr. Martin. What are your son’s names?”
“John is the older one and Mark is the blonde, and you can call me Dave.”
“Well Dave, let me go help the boys and then you and I can get down to business.” She said then began ascending the stairs. I stood there for a second watching her ass sway in her mini skirt and my cock grew even harder.

Ann has a beautiful body. At first glance I estimated she was about 5’5” with curves in all the right places. She was wearing a denim mini skirt and low cut top. Her enormous tits were straining against the fabric. Her red hair was shoulder length and framed her beautiful face perfectly. I was amazed that she was working as a nanny. Surely someone this hot could make a ton of money as a stripper. As I walked back to the master suite to get dressed I could hear her talking with the boys. She must have said something funny because they were giggling uncontrollably. Good sign, I thought.

I had planned on showering and wearing something nice, but since she was already here I settled for a short sleeve Polo shirt and jeans. As I dressed I thought how awesome it would be to have a chance with a girl like Ann. Surely she would never think of me as anything more than a guy who was closer to middle age than the college years. As I finished dressing I paused a minute to check my appearance in the dresser mirror. Well, I thought, I wasn’t all that bad. For a guy in his mid thirties I had kept myself up fairly well. My frequent workouts had my body in good shape, and I did indeed have nicely built legs as she had pointed out. I ran the brush through my hair and left to join her upstairs with the boys.

By the time I got there she had them brushed and in the room they shared reading them their favorite book. They looked up when I entered and said in unison,

“Hey Dad.”
“We got our teeth brushed.” John said.
“I like Ann.” Mark said with a yawn. “Me too!” John added.

I smiled and looked down at Ann sitting Indian style on the floor in front of the bunk beds with the book in her hands. I walked around to kiss John on the top bunk then bent down to give Mark one as well. When I did I couldn’t help but notice the partial view up Ann’s short skirt. I wasn’t exactly sure, and it was only a very brief glance, but I could swear she wasn’t wearing any panties. Suddenly I felt myself getting stiff once again. My God, I thought, this isn’t some random booty call. I had to remind myself that this was a business meeting, but another part of me had a mind of its own.

“Dave I have things in hand here. If you want I can meet you down stairs in a few minutes.”
“Yeah Dad, we want Ann to finish the story!” Mark said.
“She sure is pretty.” John added. I noticed Ann blushing and I smiled and said,
“Okay guys. Sleep tight!” To Ann I added, “I will be down stairs in the living room when you are done.” She smiled then nodded and went back to reading to my sons.

I left their room and headed downstairs, the whole time thinking about how incredibly beautiful this woman was. If I were to hire her how would I ever think of her as a nanny? I was comforted with the fact that, so far, she seemed to be pretty good at the job. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with having a nanny that was smoking hot. At least the boys seemed to be taken by her. I know I sure as hell was.

I sat down in my recliner to wait for her to join me. Five minutes later I heard her heals on the stairs. She entered the living room and I stood to greet her.

“Ann, could I offer you something to drink? I have bottled water, diet Coke or lemonade.” Then I added, “I also have wine and a few bottles of Miller Lite.” I immediately regretted offering her alcohol. What kind of jerk would she think I am?

“Mmmm, a beer sounds great, if you don’t mind. I am off duty now, after all.” She said with a grin.”
“Sounds good. I think I’ll have one too.”

I left her sitting, once again crossed legged, on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. The whole time I was thinking about how incredible it is to have this sexy woman in my home. And to think, she could be living here 24/7! The thought sent my head spinning. I reached into the cabinet and took out two beer glasses. I took a moment and stared out the window over the sink, into the darkness of my back deck and pool, and continued to think about the interview with this lovely girl. I went over the facts in my head. Number one, she seemed to mesh well with the kids. She took control of the situation and got the boys to bed without the slightest complaint from them. Number two; she was probably the best looking woman I had seen in a long time. I did not have delusions that I would be able to seduce her and have her in my bed. After all, things like that only happen in porn. But I could spend day after day enjoying her company and ever so often glancing at her hot trim body. Oh yeah, her hot trim body and those huge firm tits. I could have some fun with those tits.

“Dave, you need some help with those beers?”

Her words shocked me back into reality. It startled me so that I almost dropped the glasses I was holding. I turned from the window and said,

“Oh, sorry Ann. I thought I saw something in the back yard.” Way to lie man, “And I was just trying to see if anything was out there. Would you like a glass or is the bottle okay?” How lame did that sound?

“The bottle would be fine. Are they in the fridge?” She walked in the direction of the refrigerator and I said, “Yeah, they should be on the bottom shelf.”

I watched as she opened the door and bent over to take two bottles from deep within my over sized fridge. Her short skirt rode up her thighs as she was bent over, and I could almost see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Just another half inch, I thought, and it would be in perfect view. Almost as if she was reading my mind she bent over even more and there it was. As she rummaged around in the bottom of my stainless steel Whirlpool refrigerator her skirt inched its way a little higher and there, in all it’s glory, was the lower part of her ass (definitely with out panties) and as she slightly spread her legs I could see the shaven lips of her pussy.

I stood there, mouth ajar, and couldn’t help but stare. Here I was, a man who had lived the life of a monk for the past two years, looking at heaven not four paces away from me. As she reached for the six pack I was rewarded with one last view of her lower lips and ass, and she stood up with beer in hand.

“Here they are.” She said while setting the pack on the counter.

She removed a bottle, twisted off the cap and then took a drink. I watched as she drank; her throat moving as she swallowed, her hand wrapped around the bottle, her eyes closed. It was practically erotic in the way she consumed the beer. She removed the bottle from her lips with an audible “pop” and let out a long sigh. I immediately thought about the bottle being my cock in her mouth and I was suddenly aware of my hard dick straining against the material of my jeans.

“God, I needed that. It’s been one of those days.” She said.
“Well, I am glad I could provide you some relief.” I said while trying to shift my hardened member from obvious view. I noticed her watching and immediately changed the subject by saying, “I guess we should go take a seat and talk a little about the job.”
“Yes, let’s do that.” She replied.

We took our beers and walked back into the living room. Me two steps behind her, watching her ass the whole time. I waited till she was seated on the couch and then I took a seat across from her in my recliner. After a second she shifted her legs and sat Indian style once again. The lighting in the room was perfect and I could not help but take several long glances at her bared pussy. I set the cold beer bottle down between my legs, in hopes it would take some of the swelling away, and prepared to speak. Before I could she spoke up and said,

“So tell me what it is exactly that you’re looking for in a nanny.”

To be continued…

My ex wife is a worthless, good for nothing, dead beat piece of crap. It amazes me that a woman who has given birth to two children could care so much more for herself than she does for her kids. I know there are a lot of y’all who are reading now who may not have been reading this blog over the past year and a half. So it’s a good bet you’re possibly not up to date on the whole crazy situation that is my ex wife. (There is plenty to read in the archives if you’re interested.) She does, on occasion, things that upset me big time. To be honest, just about everything she does is upsetting….I just haven’t written about it in a long while. In the past eight months this woman has had unnecessary surgery twice. A boob job and lap band. She’s even had surgery for her cat; she had it declawed so it wouldn’t tear up her new sofa and piano. She can have this shit done, and buy crap like this…while getting her hair and nails done, and maintain her membership at the gym…but she can’t offer a dollar in child support. Oh, I must be sure to note that she doesn’t work at all. She’s a student. Her Mother supports her financially. She is in nursing school one and a half days a week. What does she do the other five and a half days each week? Well lets see; she goes to therapy, she goes to church (what a joke), she works out and she sleeps. And that’s only the things I know she’s doing. There’s no telling what she’s doing that I don’t know about. All along Susan and I are totally supporting my children with no help from the ex. Put yourself in Susan’s place. Three years ago she didn’t even know my kids existed. Now she’s putting things she likes on the back burner…like pedicures and haircuts, so our combined salaries can pay for things like braces, school lunches, clothes and day care. Meanwhile the ex lives in hog heaven.

I thank God I have primary custody of my kids. I would rather be dead that have it be the opposite. I’d just love to wake up one morning and find that my ex was ready to financially begin supporting the children she gave birth to, without me having to take her ass to court. Cause seriously, that’s totally the next step. I just doubt she’ll ever come to the conclusion on her own, and without a judge’s intervention. We’ll just have to see what the future brings…

In other news…

Susan and I had a nice vacation down to the beach this past weekend. It was pretty much paid for by one of my customers. We had the opportunity to get away to a nice resort in Destin, Florida and live it up for a few days. We had excellent accommodations, good food and drink, entertainment and alone time. I even got to TDA again on Friday night. (It you’re not sure what TDA is, check out this post.) It did turn cold in the Florida panhandle on Saturday morning, but we found ways to stay warm. In other words we did some hella shopping. I got myself the Clark Wallabees I’ve been wanting, and we bought some Crocs for Susan and my daughter T, among other things. It was an all around great weekend. I’ve already made reservations at the resort so we can bring the kids down in April. They’ll love it I’m sure. I’ve stayed there many times.

Well that’s about it for this Monday. I’ve got a lot of work to do this week, in addition to heading back out of town. I need to go work in both Huntsville and Mobile, Alabama. I wonder which will get my attention this week? I really should plan this stuff in advance…

Have a great Monday!

Chuckums asked me to hijack his blog to let all of his legions of admirers know that he is out of town and won’t be returning until Sunday night. I’m sure that all of you are thoroughly disappointed that it’s just me and not him, but he’ll be back soon enough!

Y’all have a great day & weekend!

QoP

I was shocked and pleasantly surprised yesterday to find in my e-mail inbox a collection of pictures from what appears to be a very lovely lady. It seems she gained inspiration from the terribly scary picture I posted a few Half-Nekkid Thursday’s ago and wanted to bring her impressive assets, and my ugly mug, together for some photographic magic. I must say I was completely flattered! Don’t ask me who she is, I’m just as puzzled as you are. The email address was random and there was nothing to indicate who the beautiful boobage belongs to. There was just a quick message, along with the pictures, giving me permission to use them anyway I’d like. I may use the other pictures she sent in a future HNT post, but they’re completely NSFW so I need to figure out how to go about posting them.

Anyway….I hope you all have a wonderful Half-Nekkid Thursday! Oh, and by the way…whoever you are…thanks a bunch! If anyone else would like to join Ms. Anonymous and send me pics, feel free!

As many of you know I have had my fair share of sexual experiences. I’ve done a lot and had a decent amount of partners in my life. I’ve busted my nut in many orifices and on countless boobs, but there is one place I’ve never had the pleasure of ejaculating. That one place my friends would be in the anus, also known as the booty hole (in case you’re not familiar with fancy words). Notice I said “in” and not “on”. I’ve shot a load or two onto a nice booty, just never in……until this past Saturday night….

Before I get into the meat of the story, so to speak, I must provide you with a little background info. I’ve never been with a woman who was interested in allowing me to park my “beef bus” in her “brown garage”. For some reason I could never strike up enough interest in any of my previous partners. Susan has been the same way. We’ve talked and joked about it, but it’s never come to fruition. There was one time, back around Thanksgiving of ‘04, that we tried. We had been partying with Susan’s sister, and her now ex husband, and they mentioned that they occasionally enjoyed a little anal lovin. We had been drinking that night so when we retired to the bedroom we thought we’d give it a try. We relaxed and got nice and lubed and I gently began to insert lil’Chuckie. I got only the head in and Susan freaked the fuck out! She said it was too painful and she just couldn’t go through with it. Over the next year and a half I kinda got used to the idea I’d never be getting any anal. I’d even kinda convinced myself I wasn’t really all that into it.

About two weeks Susan again brought up the subject, but when I’d press she’d say something about me being too big, or it hurting too much and the subject would be dropped. Fast forward to last Saturday. I’m standing in the kitchen talking to Julie on the phone. As usual we were just conversing about all you other bloggers out there, and how wonderful you all are….Suddenly I hear Susan say, “Is that Julie? Let me talk to her.” Shocked, I take the phone to my spouse so she could talk to my other wife. Having no idea what Susan wanted to talk to her about I hesitantly handed the phone over. I was shocked and dumbfounded when I heard Susan ask, “So do you like butt sex?” I obviously could only hear one side of the conversation, but it went a little something like this….

“Really? You’re kidding? Hmmm…I see….Does it hurt? You don’t say….okay, thanks…”

I took the phone back and continued the conversation feeling just a wee bit on the weird side. After I was done I went back into the living room and Susan informed me that since Julie likes it okay, she’d be willing to give it a try later that night. I must say I was terribly encouraged, but still doubted it would happen. I told her she’d probably want to get her drink on so she’d be really relaxed and she informed me she’ll need more than booze….she was planning on taking a Valium as well.

And then, ladies and gentlemen, it happened. Last Saturday night, sometime around eleven, Yours truly lost his anal virginity. At first, when we discovered we were out of lube, I thought the festivities would be called off. Luckily she suggested we try Vaseline. The vaseline worked, but let me just say it cuts down on the sensitivity factor big time. I’m surprised I was even able to come with such a thick layer of that shit spread all over my cock. We started out with her laying on her side and me loosening her up a bit with my fingers. I had one finger in there and she seemed pretty comfy till she said, “Well that ain’t too bad, but of course your dick is bigger than your finger.” I added another finger and continued to loosen her up. Meanwhile I was growing rock hard. It really surprised me that I was getting such a reaction from just fingering her ass. After a while she got up on all fours and I re-lubed us up and slowing began to slip it in. One inch, two, four, six…I continued on slipping it in till I was balls deep. Like I said before, I couldn’t really feel too much thanks to the petroleum jelly wrap enveloping me, but I was able to relish in the tightness. It felt great! She, on the other hand, wasn’t all that sold on it. She was bracing herself with her arms so firmly she really couldn’t get into it much. She did try to rub her clit at one point. Julie had said the orgasms had during anal were the best ever. But she couldn’t focus on rubbin’ her nub when she was so tense. After a good fifteen minutes or so I was able to get up enough rhythm going to get off. It was pretty damn good. I really enjoyed it and I think she might have too. We’ve talked about it again since, and she said it could definitely be something we’d do on special occasions. Well lets see, today is Valentine’s Day….so I’m thinking tonight just might be special enough to get it again!! Maybe she’ll be more relaxed this time…

I do hope this wasn’t too TMI for y’all, but if it was I’m sure you’ll get over it! That’s just the way I am. Oh, by the way, I guess I’m back to blogging. I reckon I just needed a little break after all. I hope I haven’t lost too many of you in my absence. Talk to y’all again soon! I hope your Valentine’s Day was ever so romantic!