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Laura -> Hiring a Husband (6/30/2004 10:39:02 PM)
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"So, why do you want this job, Jack?" She looked him over, slowly. He wasn't what she had been expecting at all. He was tall, a little slender in that wiry way. Short sleeves showed off the muscles of his arms and she especially liked good biceps on a man. But, why would this guy want a job as her personal caretaker and sex pet?
He was quiet too. Just watching her right back, maybe thinking, maybe reconsidering this whole idea. Whatever idea had brought him this far.
"I need the money and this was the only job that sounded interesting. I don't see myself as the sales or customer service type." He smiled and showed off really nice, white teeth.
"I'm sure you can do better than this. You're not old, uneducated and you don't look lazy. From reading your letter you seem to have quite a lot of skills: carpentry, mechanic, landscaping... You've done a lot in the last dozen years." He had great hands too. Big hands, strong, capable hands that would feel really good on her skin. "Surely, there is something better paying out there for you."
"On the contrary, Joan, I think this job will pay very well. Better than any I've had up until now." Now the smile turned sexy and it was stunning. She caught herself starring at his lips, the way his mouth moved and the wrinkles on his face, just the way she always liked. No, this wouldn't work at all. He was far too sexy, she'd never be able to do anything but watch him. She'd easily spend a day mooning over him and get nothing else done. This was crazy, he couldn't really just want this job, or her as he seemed to be saying. His face wasn't that honest, good boy type, there was no way she should trust him. Allow him into her home, her life, her bed.
"When can you start?" She asked, surprised to hear the words coming from her mouth.
"I brought everything with me, I can start right now." He leaned forward, taking her hand from the desk and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Maybe you'd like me to start in the garden? It's a nice day for working outside and there's a lot of cleaning up to do now that Spring is here."
"OK" She said. How did this happen, she was supposed to be the one in charge.
"I'll get started then. Would you like anything first?" He stood, towering over her while she still sat behind her desk.
"No, I've already got coffee and plenty to keep me busy here. Thanks." She wondered if he knew how flustered she felt. His body walked away and slowly her wits returned. She had hired him! Actually hired a hunk of a man to be her husband. What was he expecting, what did he think of her? What would a guy think of a woman who employed a man as a jack of all trades and a jack in her bed at night? Never mind, she told herself. Just push it aside and get to work. Things will sort themselves out. Besides, he must have some ulterior motive and when she found out she'd just ask him to leave. Probably.
Hours later, her coffee cold, she finished writing her article for the newspaper column, stretched her back and flexed her fingers. The house was quiet now that she wasn't so focused on her computer. It was afternoon. Outside she could see him working still. He had worked steadily since the interview. After awhile he had taken off his shirt. It wasn't all that warm out, he seemed to want to show off for her. Now, she was ready to appreciate the show, up close.
Leaving the window view she decided to make some tuna sandwiches and take them outside as a picnic lunch. He had gotten a lot done in the garden. She admired the pile of branches and scrub put aside then turned to admire the man who had done the work. "You work fast."
"Not always, sometimes I like to work slowly, take my time till the job's done." He didn't smile but the look he gave her smoldered. When she said nothing he reached for the old blanket she had brought out for the picnic. She passed it to him, still on auto pilot.
"I made tuna, do you like tuna?" He pulled her and the plate of sandwiches down to the blanket with him. She sat in the middle of his crossed legs, her back against his chest, this was going a bit fast.
"I like tuna. Thanks for lunch but I'm not really hungry for tuna now. I watched you working all morning. You're cute when you work, so focused and so much passion while you write. I kept wanting to go in there and feel that passion, touch you."
"Look, Jack, this is going a bit fast for me. I'm kind of old fashioned, I've never jumped into sex with a man I just hired a few hours ago."
"I understand, you want to know me better. You want to know how I feel about you, if I respect you, if I love you. Women always want that." He laughed softly. "But you hired me to be your husband, to be all those things and do odd jobs too."
"Well, yes, in effect it is sort of a husband job..."
"You think I just read an ad in the newspaper and came over to apply? No, Joan, you're not the only one whose lonely, looking for something more than a warm body to pick up in the local bar. I know who you are. I'm not a stalker but I've looked into you, who you are, the person you are. I wanted to meet you but you never give anyone a chance. Men come onto you and you brush them aside like lint on your sleeve. They don't get close to you and I wanted to get very close to you. So, here I am. Your ad was too good to pass up."
"I don't know what to say."
"That's OK. It is going a bit fast. We can take our time, just know that I'm not letting you get away, you aren't brushing me off your sleeve." Jack picked a sandwich from the plate and let her slip off his lap. When she started to move away he put his hand on the small of her back and drew her to his side.
They ate in silence. Joan listened to the birds, saw a few pecking at the bird feeder he had refilled. It felt kind of nice to be held close, his arm around her back. He smelled nice too, a manly scent on top of some kind of cologne. His arm was warm but the side of her that touched his chest was even warmer.
When the sandwiches were gone he moved the plate off the blanket. "Would you mind getting me some water? I'd get it myself but I don't know where the kitchen is yet."
"Sure, I'll be right back."
Jack quickly stood up and stripped off his pants and boxers. He lay back on the blanket, waiting, thinking of how nice she had felt sitting in his lap. When Joan came back his cock was erect. She was stunned to see him nude.
"Just a nice day to be naked outside, maybe get a bit of tan." He said. "No neighbours can see your backyard, none of the houses are close enough. You don't mind do you?"
"I guess not..." Joan trailed off.
"Come and sit with me again. Let's talk. Did you have any plans for the garden this year? I thought that rose bush that didn't make it could be replaced with something stronger." He waited for her to sit down, pretending to be casual, ignoring his hardening cock.
For some reason she did sit on the blanket again, though a bit farther away than he wanted. "Aren't you cold?" She asked.
"No" He answered, rolling over onto his side closer to her. His arm snaked around her, catching her around the hips, holding her. But that was all he did. The silence stretched out between them. Joan watched a few bugs walk over blanket and onto his naked skin. An ant journeyed up his thigh but he didn't seem to notice. She did, she watched the little legs crawling over his smooth skin, wondering how far the ant would go. How far would he let it go.
He slipped his fingers into the waist of her jeans. "Do you want to test drive me?" He grinned.
Joan decided it was time for her to take back control of things, after all, this was her idea, her home and he was her employee, of sorts. "Yes, I do. Let's see what I'm paying for." She pulled her shirt off over her head, her nipples poked out from a lacy white bra. He unfastened the bra in record time. Next her jeans were being coaxed off. When she was left in just her white panties he sat up, drew her to him and kissed her. It was a dangerous kiss, nothing to be taken lightly. Joan felt he was stamping his ownership on her with his lips.
Before the kiss ended her panties were gone and she was under him. His body was hard and all that male flesh felt so good pressing her into the picnic blanket. Not wasting time, or giving her time to think, he entered her hard and fast. She gasped and tried to twist away. He held her though, pushing his cock all the way inside of her, stretching her pussy and spreading her legs farther apart. "That's it Joan, take me, all of me." His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking the nipple into a stiff peak. "Tell me what you like, what you want." He moaned.
"More." Was all she could say.
Jack pumped his cock into her faster and deeper. The little noises and moans he made excited her, gave her back some of the feeling of power she thought lost. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing hard, trapping his cock inside her. Not one to just lie there, Joan raised her head to bite his lip. Her hands went to work on his nipples, pulling them and twisting them, just a little viciously. He didn't seem to mind, grunting once when she twisted a little too hard.
She wanted to feel more of his skin. Sliding her feet up the back of his thighs she poked them into his butt as he pumped his cock in and out of her. She wanted him to play with her breasts but he was completely focused on her pussy. His eyes were closed and it seemed he was only waiting for her. Joan tightened her thighs around him, pulling him down into her, not letting him have any space for moving, keeping him tightly locked into her pussy.
The orgasm building inside of her erupted suddenly, her whole body tensed around him, her fingers grabbed his shoulders and she couldn't hold back a yell of triumph. He came along with her, filling her, grinding his hips into hers.
Their bodies sticky with sweat, getting chilled by the air they remained there, clutched together as the afternoon became the evening. She explored his body, leisurely. He talked to her, telling her how much he wanted her. They made love again when it was almost fully dark outside. But this time he was slow, taking his time to enjoy her, making sure she got to know him really, really well.
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