House Inspectors – The Green House

Have you ever been on a tour of a new house and thought to yourself, boy, I wish this Realtor would get an emergency phone call from some client and disappear for a few minutes so I could check out this house properly with my Sweetie? I want to see if the mirrors in the bathroom are big enough so that, if I were to bend my lovely wife over the counter, could I get a good view of her wonderfully round breasts as they bob up and down as I thrust into her from behind? Or, what kind of view would I have from the kitchen window if she were to get on her knees in the kitchen and take in my stiff cock with those tender lips of hers? An even more pressing issue: is there enough landscaping so that I could admire her as she sunbathes with her top off on the back patio if I so desired? These are the burning questions in my mind as we follow the Realtor around the house listening to her go on and on about school districts, taxes and the like. If these questions have never crossed your mind, that’s OK I understand, but this is MH, and I know there are some of you out there.

I was walking the dogs recently one morning when I noticed a counter top and kitchen sink out at the curb in front of our neighbor’s house around the corner from us. Must be renovations in progress, I said to myself. A wide grin spread on my face as I told the dogs that if that counter top could talk it would have an interesting story to tell. Since counter tops can’t speak I guess I’ll have to tell the story.

When my wife and I moved into our current house, it was at the end of a particular phase of our subdivision. The paved road stopped at our driveway, but the woods had been cleared, and a rudimentary road had been pushed past our drive to permit access for the construction of new homes. Most nights after dinner I would walk our dog at the time, around the dirt roads beyond our house to monitor the progress and be nosy. I love the smell of new lumber and the odor of drywall after it has been mudded and taped. It smells of promise and a future not yet written.

One night after loading the dishwasher and announcing to my Sweetie that I was going to take the dog for a walk, she said that if I could wait a minute she would go with me too. At that point in time, our small house was a crowded place with three kids in the three phases of school, so quiet time with her was sparse and very welcome. It was a warm spring night in the south with just a hint of the humidity that would return later in the summer. We walked around and in some of the houses in various states of construction in the hour prior to sunset. The green house around the corner from us that would later have the counter top and sink out at the curb was the last stop on our loop back to our house. It was almost complete, so we decided to be nosy and check it out.

We checked out the bathrooms, but as it was near sunset, it was hard to get a good look. We made our way into the kitchen where it was light, and my little Neanderthal brain started to come to the surface. My lovely wife had her back to me as she was reviewing the kitchen and making some comment about the cupboards or whatever. I, on the other hand, was taking in the sight of her lovely round buns contained within her jeans and was thinking about how to get her out of them.

“Are you listening to me?” my Sweetie asked to me as she turned around.

“Uh, yes. Nice cupboards, lovely cupboards.” I replied. “Wonder what kind of knobs they will put on them?” I said as I tried to focus.

“What are you thinking about?” she said as she looked at me questioningly.

That phrase contains potential peril for any married man. At that point in our marriage, we had fooled around in the great outdoors a little bit, but nothing like some of the adventures we were to have later during our camping trips. So, I debated for a moment before I disclosed what was really on my mind.

“I was thinking that the people who bought this house are going to move in here and on their first night they’ll be thinking they’re going to be the first ones to have sex in here and I think that they might be a little late in “christening” this house.”

“Oh really?” she said warming to the idea. She looked around at the bare concrete floors and said, “And how are you thinking of accomplishing this?”

“Pretty simple really,” I offered, “You shimmy out of those jeans, turn around, grab on to that sink and hang on.”

She was not warm to the idea of possibly getting caught in that particular scenario, so she suggested an alternative.

“How about, you hop out of your jeans and up onto this counter top, and I’ll suck on you?”

I really wanted Door No. 1, but I figured if I held out too strenuously, that I would lose the sure thing behind Door No. 2, so I dropped my drawers and bounced up to the counter top. My manhood stood full and ready for her attention.

“Wow, that was quick work,” she purred as she took my hard member in her hand and gently stroked it. My wife bent forward slightly to lick the clear liquid from the tip of my penis. It twitched when her tongue moved from there to circle around the swollen rim. She moved her tongue up and around the head as though it was an ice cream cone, and I leaned forward slightly to unbutton a few buttons on her shirt so I could glimpse those lovely tits. With the stage set, I leaned back resting my hands on the counter to enjoy the show.

Her tongue would lick the head while holding my shaft between her fingertips going around and around, then occasionally just the tip would disappear between her lips.

“Oh, thank you young lady. That feels so good.”

She responded by opening those lovely lips a little further and my cock disappeared. Her head bobbed up and down on me as she gripped the base of my shaft firmly. For some reason when she takes me like this I don’t have the urge to cum nearly as quickly, as for instance when I am kneeling behind her and burying myself deep within her. So the show went on for a little while.

“Aren’t you going to cum?” she asked, as she came up for air.

“I’m enjoying the show, but if you tell me to cum, well, you’re going to get a face full.”

She said, “We’ve been gone awhile, and I don’t want one of the kids to come looking for us, so let’s see what you’ve got stored up for me.”

A few quick strokes with her hand and she again descended on my throbbing shaft. This woman has skills; I thought as the pressure built to an imminent release. “If you don’t wish to swallow this you better back up quickly,” I warned her.

She came up for a second and as the cool night air hit my heated cock it exploded. The first shot went straight up about a foot in the air and came down on her wrist. My Sweetie saw this and promptly surrounded my pulsing member with her lips as she sucked me until there was no more. She straightened up slightly to admire her handiwork, and my very happy member bobbed a few times releasing the last bit of my offering to her.

“Oh, I can’t let that escape,” she purred as she bent forward to circle my swollen friend with her tongue and removed the last traces.

“Well, I think that concludes this inspection,” my Sweetie said to me as she straightened up to kiss me. I could taste the saltiness on her lips.

“I now pronounce it fit for habitation,” I said as I hopped down to reclaim my pants.

I took my wife’s hand and we carefully made our way out the front door in the darkness, whistling for our dog to rejoin us.

“You know,” I said as we sauntered back to the house, “There are a few more homes out here that I’m not sure are quite ready yet. We may have a lot of work ahead of us.”

“You don’t say,” She said as I saw one of those smiles reserved for me on her face.

“I do say! This is important work making sure these houses are inspected properly.”

As I passed by the forlorn counter top propped up at an angle by the still attached sink the other day, I thought I could see a slight crack in the counter top. Maybe where somebody’s ass may have been suctioned to the smooth surface by a mysterious force or forces.

“Probably my imagination,” I told my dogs.

 

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4 replies
  1. CMLove says:

    Whew! Talk about hot! Thanks for sharing, marriedman! You’re writing is terrific too! I would probably be on the side of your wife and would feel safer doing the blow job, but who knows!! You two have lots more houses to “inspect” and I’m sure one will be just right for a certain special ride from behind! May God bless you on your next walk, lol!

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