House Inspectors – The Blue House

I had touched a nerve with my lovely wife during our “Inspection” of the green house down the street. She had touched a whole bunch of my nerves when she gave my swollen member one of the best tongue lashings of my life.

Several weeks after our previous “inspection” I asked my Sweetie if she wanted to go with me while I walked the dog after dinner. I had extended the offer on several occasions since our last “Home Inspection” in hopes that she would feel the need to fulfill her civic duty in assisting me with mine, but I had been unsuccessful in convincing her. I had emphasized that the future of our (my) growing community was a big (very big) responsibility and that her assets were in demand.

Previously I had been met with a sideways glance and a response of “Nice try Buster, but I’ve got to help our daughter with her homework.”

Tonight however, I got, “Just a sec, I have to change and then I’ll be ready to go with you,” she said from the bedroom.

I hitched up the dog and we waited outside for my lovely assistant. It was an hour or less before sunset, the sounds of construction down the dirt road from our house had faded and been replaced with a stillness. I went out the front door and waited for my Sweetie.

I was looking down the street toward the houses that were under construction hoping I could convince my lovely wife that a “Special Structural Inspection” might be in order for the blue house that was around the corner from ours. I heard the front door shut and turned around to see my Sweetie sporting a loose-fitting summer dress and a big smile.

“I thought I might assist you with your appointed duties tonight, Inspector”, she grinned as she took my hand.

I noticed a lack of structural stability in my lovely assistant’s upper carriage as she walked along side of me and my 2×4 quickly became a 2×6. She leaned over and whispered to me “I’m not wearing anything under this dress”, a large smile spreading across her face.

I am going to use a phrase I’ve used before because it’s the only way I can describe what this lady can do to me.

I was brought up short and long at the same time.

When she does things like that the amount of board-feet in my lumber yard increases exponentially. Thank God it’s getting close to dusk and nobody else is walking their dog because the 2×8 I’m carrying is getting heavy and it’s impossible to hide it with the shorts I’m wearing.

Recovering my ability to speak I stammered, “Well…that will definitely help the inspection process immensely”.

Looking around quickly to verify that the inspection process could take place unobserved by others, I quickly guided my assistant into the blue house that I had made a mental note of on a previous night’s walk.

“Alright young lady let’s take a look at the kitchen area first.”

There was not much completed in this particular house yet. No counters had been installed, just the bare stud walls and windows.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure they are ready for an inspection yet” I said as I quickly took the state of construction into consideration.

My faithful assistant, however, offered a very appealing approach to the problem of no counter top space. “Why don’t I get a good grip on these 2×4’s over by the rear patio door and we’ll see if they will fully support the load?”

My 2×8 turned into landscaping timber as I joined her by the patio door. She turned her back to me as she reached up to grasp a vertical 2×4 in each hand, bending slightly at the waist and with her feet some distance apart.

As I approached my lovely assistant from behind I unbuckled my tool belt with great haste, my shorts fell to the floor and I slipped out of my briefs that were straining to contain my eager member. True to her word, as I lifted the hem of her dress, I could see that no stripping or priming would be necessary, her lovely surface was ready to be painted. I reached up to cup her breasts and found her nipples hard as nails.

The still night air suddenly seemed very warm in the blue house as I took my straining member and moved toward her to take her full measure.

She glanced over her shoulder and said “My father always told me to make sure that all your nails are pounded in securely”.

As if I need any encouragement. I was aching as I guided myself between her legs and she reached down with one hand to guide me into her. With my hands firmly holding her soft full hips, I slowly proceeded with the inspection.

We both moaned as I pushed into her and she returned her hand to the 2×4 to steady herself. I then commenced the “Deluxe Inspection” protocol.

I slowly withdrew most of my timber and then slowly reinserted it which elicited another moan from my most co-operative co-worker. She was well lubricated. I began to take her full measure. Two, four, six maybe seven inches. Leaning forward I kissed her shoulder and told her that I thought she was really coming along nicely with her training program.

I moved one hand and gently traced her entrance with my middle finger. The fullness of her made me moan and she purred as I traced along her soft silky cornice.

She looked over her shoulder at me and said in a low slow tone, “Just pound me”.

All test protocols went out the window at that point as I held on fiercely to those lovely hips and watched as my swollen member disappeared into her over and over. Being a little too eager at first, my straining penis popped out of and became perfectly plumb. We both groaned at the quick exit, I bent a little at the knees and redirected my throbbing True Temper back in. Again we both moaned at the sensation of my heat merging and melting together within her. The 2×4’s creaked a little, but held fast, as she arched her back and pushed her rear end toward me. My Sweetie started to growl and moan. I lost it and made sure that each thrust was punctuated by counter sinking it. I threw my sweating arms around her and we became one hot noisy, sweaty mess.

Fortunately, the 2×4’s held as my legs became weak. I leaned heavily on my helper and she in turn on the vertical supports. It was at that point a kitchen counter would have been nice to lean on as we were both very shaken. Slowly I unwrapped my arms from around her and at once my vertical member popped out too quickly giving us both a quick jolt. A small thread of cum dripped from my tool as it still throbbed after being released. Without being told that proper cleanup is essential to any thorough inspection, my assistant turned, knelt down and took my slippery tool into her mouth. Working with practiced experience, her lips and tongue quickly removed all remaining liquids from me.

She straightened and I planted a hungry kiss on her salty lips. Licking her lips she said to me, “I think we nailed this inspection”.

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