The Cleanup Man 6: For Better or Worse! Max Swan
- Jake's beautiful and younger wife married him for his money. He knows that. But he'll do anything to keep his marriage going. Anything! Words: 16,358
Nevertheless, Hanna seemed interested in the older man and her bright personality, and good looks attracted Jake. The pretty blonde attracts most straight men, yet Hanna only had eyes for Jake. Their initial dates were cordial, awkward at times, but Jake slowly let his guard down for he had been hurt before. Jake is handsome in an ordinary way, he’s a fit dark-haired male with beautiful teeth and blue eyes. Therefore, the staff often gossiped about his failure with women behind his back.
Most put it down to his social awkwardness, which was a glaring fault in the man. Others were less kind quoting rumors of failed sexual encounters.
“He’s a dud in bed,” one sales girl in the shop next door gossiped to others during a lunch break one day. “I know a woman he dated, and she said he was just awful at sex.”
An older, wiser woman dismissed the rumor. “Most men are until a good woman teaches them how to do it properly,” she said with a wave of her hand.
“But Jake is really bad,” the sales girl said.
“Even so, he’s wealthy, so I could put up with that,” the older woman said with a glint in her eye. “A vibrator is often better than a man anyway.”
The women laugh, but young Hanna hears the magic word—rich. Hanna grew up in a large working-class family where money was always tight, and though she didn’t excel in studies, the girl knew her looks would get her far and played on them. It had always been her goal to meet a rich older man like Jake, someone to take care of her with his wealth, but a male she might be able to control. Jake’s shyness and awkwardness just reinforced the idea he’s perfect for her needs, so Hanna made her mind up to marry the pharmacist.
The wedding happened six months after their first date, and many wondered what Hanna saw in the older man. Yet she knew exactly what she was getting into, especially after their first sexual encounter. Hanna knew Jake was the man just right for her. He never really had a chance, and really thought his luck had changed for the better. The pretty blonde girl loved him, something he never thought possible. Thus, for a period after their marriage, Jake was the happiest he’s ever been.
Hanna was a receptive, caring partner and though she seemed to prefer cunnilingus than intercourse with her new husband, Jake was happy to oblige. He became so good at it that sometimes Hanna wouldn’t even have sex with him at all, just make the man eat her out for hours on end. Jake didn’t mind, he loved her taste, adored feeling her cunt spasm on his tongue and fingers, with the accompanying squirts of tangy pussy juice. Jake came to realize most of his orgasms occurred watching porn on his laptop, looking at dirty pictures online, and more commonly, reading erotic fiction. Once he had ejaculated, there was a wipe with an old sock and then back to reality.
Hanna eventually took another job because she didn’t want to work with her husband, and that’s when things began to change. Jake thought it was great his wife had made new friends.
The couple used to go out now and then early in their marriage, but Jake’s awkward in social situations and never knows what to say. You could count the number of times he danced with Hanna on the fingers of one hand, and in every case, he’d been pretty drunk. A shame, as Hanna once loved to go to the nightclubs. Jake felt he’d stopped his wife enjoying herself, so when invited out with her new friends from her job; he didn’t stand in her way. This happened once or twice a month with the same group of people and Jake would stay at home jerking off to porn on his laptop.
Then one night, something changed. She told Jake earlier in the week she’d be out Thursday night. Jake didn’t ask with whom, assuming it was with one of her work friends. That night after doing a few household chores, she had a quick shower and went into the bedroom to get ready. Jake followed a few minutes later, to chat about his day while Hanna prepared as they often do. He’s lying on the bed while she slips out of her dressing gown and starts to dress. Her body is always a delight to see as Hanna keeps in shape through physical exercise at a nearby gym. Jake admires Hanna’s feminine curves without commenting. Even when she pulls on a black lacy thong (g-string), something he’s never seen her wear, Jake remains silent.
The Cleanup Man 6: For Better or Worse! Max Swan
- Jake's beautiful and younger wife married him for his money. He knows that. But he'll do anything to keep his marriage going. Anything! Words: 16,358
Usually, Hanna wears comfortable cotton panties that do little to flatter her, but Jake didn’t think much of it because the sight of his sexy wife in such panties thrilled him. Hanna was working long hours and often tired, but tonight seems full of quick, lively energy. She wears a black bra with just a little lace with a long flowing red dress that stops at her knees. Hanna shaved her legs in the shower too, Jake notices. She dabs a little perfume on one wrist, then rubbing the two wrists together to spread it, bends to Jake lying on the bed to kiss him goodbye.
“I hope you have a nice evening,” Jake said as she leaves the bedroom.
“Thanks…” Hanna said, heading out the door. “But you never know; I might not sleep with him.”
Jake remains motionless on the bed staring at the ceiling with mouth agape as he hears the front door close with a loud bang, he froze, not trusting his ears. Had she really said that, he wonders? Is Hanna planning to cheat on me? Still unmoving, Jake hears her car start and drive away. He lies there immobile for at least twenty minutes, heart thumping in his chest, mind racing and full of questions. Is she serious, he wonders? Why didn’t I ask who she was going to dinner with, and where? Is Hanna intending on coming home at all? Is this her way of leaving me?
He glances at the dressing table, the smell of Hanna’s perfume still in the room. Everything is in place. Quickly, the stunned man gets off the bed, runs to her dressing table drawer, and finds her passport and other essential papers still there. Somewhat relieved, for Jake truly loves his younger wife and doesn’t want to lose her, he returns to the bed to try to stop his mind racing. So what now, he wonders? Jake doesn’t really know what to do. The man just lays there, his head in a whirl imagining what Hanna is doing. He closes his eyes. Is she at dinner with him, he wonders? Are they on a date?
Jakes’ hand touches his dick, it’s half-hard, and he starts to squeeze it. Very quickly, it’s fully erect, and Jake feels he might orgasm without even stroking it. He quickly pulls his hand away. No, that would not do at all, he thought. My wife is out with another man, and I have a boner.
“What’s wrong with me?” he whispers in the silent room. “I should be angry. I should be going after my wife and dragging the cheating bitch home. Yet the thought of it gives me a boner…”
Jake grimaced, ashamed at himself and aroused too. By this point of his five years married to Hanna, actual sexual intercourse had become infrequent. Hanna just doesn’t seem interested in it, although she’s keen for cunnilingus. He has to perform that duty nearly every day, sometimes more than once, and yet when it comes to sex Hanna just blows him off saying she has a headache or feels too tired. The man decides lying there worrying about isn’t helping so Jake forces himself up and goes down the kitchen and makes dinner for one. After a fitful evening of watching TV, he retires at ten-thirty to wait for his wife to return.
*****
When Jake next awoke, Hanna is lying in bed next to him with her back turned and asleep. He turns to glance at the bedside clock to see its past three am and is surprised he had slept so long. Should I wake her, Jake wonders? All he can see is outline in the darkroom and can hear Hanna’s rhythmic breathing. It’s useless, he thought. If I wake her, she’ll be shitty with me. If I try to feel her pussy to see if cum is leaking from it, she’ll wake up. Jake’s again frozen with inaction. Maybe I just misheard her last night, he eventually thought. Perhaps she was just messing with me. A joke, yeah, she was just pulling my leg.
The next thing he knows, the man wakes again and its morning. This time Hanna is gone, but he soon hears her downstairs in the kitchen. Jake gets out of bed and goes to see her. She has her usual nightie on, and her blonde hair is messy from the bed.
“Oh, hi, honey,” Hanna said in a cheery voice. “Coffee is on.”
“Morning, sweet pea, thanks,” he said going to pour himself a cup.
“Do you want cereal?”
“Um, no, maybe just some toast today,” he said amazed at the boring domesticity of the conversation given the bombshell she dropped last night. “I can fix it, you eat your cereal.”
The Cleanup Man 6: For Better or Worse! Max Swan
- Jake's beautiful and younger wife married him for his money. He knows that. But he'll do anything to keep his marriage going. Anything! Words: 16,358
Hanna nods and sits at the breakfast bar and starts eating. Jake puts the bread in the toaster and waits. There’s an awkward silence, so he decides to go for broke.
“How was it last night?” Jake asks casually staring into the toaster.
“OK,” Hanna said with a mouthful of cereal.
“Where did you go?”
She swallows the cereal. “To ‘The Forge,’ that place over on Sixty-Third Street,” she said, and shovels another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
The Forge is a decent restaurant; they’d eaten there once or twice on the rare occasion they did go out together.
“Who was there?” Jake asks taking the hot toast and putting it on a plate.
“Just some people from work, you don’t know them.”
“What did you say as you were leaving last night?”
“When?” Hanna asks now gazing up at him with a frown
“After I said, ‘I hope you have a nice evening.’ Not sure I heard you right…” Jake said turning to stare at her with a set chin and hard eyes.
“Um … I don’t know … I don’t remember. Why?”
There’s a moments silence as the two hold their gaze. Then Jake shrugs, and said, “I just thought you said you were gonna sleep over at Jackie’s. I’m surprised to see you home this morning.”
“Oh? Um, no, I changed my mind,” Hanna said turning away. “I came home to the man I love. Omigod is that the time…”
Hanna jumps to her feet, places her half-eaten cereal into the sink, rushes back upstairs, and not long after Jake hears the shower running. Before Jake knows it, his wife is waving him goodbye and in her car to go to work.
He shakes his head and finishes his coffee. “She lied to me,” he said. “Hannah lied to me. That means I didn’t mishear what she said at all. My wife went out on a date with another man.”
After washing the morning dishes, he goes to the bedroom to prepare for work too. The good thing about being the boss is he doesn’t have to hurry. Jake knows another of his trusted employees is opening the pharmacy this morning. He won’t be even working in the store today but instead spending the day in his office doing paperwork and ordering stock. As he’s getting his clothes out for the day to put on after his shower, he spots the laundry basket and feels the compulsion to look inside.
He goes to the basket, opens it and immediately spots the thong panties he saw Hanna put on last night before she went out. Jake picks the satin thong up and opens them to find the crotch is still damp and in the middle of the gusset was a strange blob of liquid. He lifts the thong (g-string) to his nose and smells, and it reeks of Hanna’s pussy, a taste and aroma he knows so well. Tentatively, Jake slips his tongue out and licks over the blob, taking it into his mouth. The man gasps.
“Semen,” he whispers. “Omigod, that’s semen…”
He’d tasted enough of his own sperm to know what it tasted like. Hanna’s also makes him eat her out whenever she lets him have vaginal sex with her. Thus, Jake knows the taste of semen and pussy mixed together. The suddenly aroused man can’t help himself and starts licking and sucking Hanna’s soiled thong for all his worth. His dick is as hard as steel. There he is, standing naked in their marital bedroom with Hanna’s soiled thong (g-string) in his hand and a mouthful of her lover’s jizz in his mouth. It’s so dirty, humiliating, and wrong. What would he say if somebody saw him? How can he explain this?
I love it, Jake thought.
Grabbing his dick, Jake jerks it like a maniac with his fingers, holding the used garment over his mouth and nose as he swallowed. In just a few seconds, Jake has a monstrous orgasm that leaves the man so weak his knees actually give way, and he sinks onto the carpet, leaning back against the bed. Jake stays there perhaps five minutes, maybe fifteen, in a daze. Not thinking, not planning—just existing. Then, as if waking out of a dream, Jake realizes he’s going to be late for work, so he hurriedly put the thong (g-string) back and positions it precisely as it had been so Hanna wouldn’t know. Then he hit the shower.
*****
Life seemed to return to normal, and Hanna acted as if everything was normal. Jake knew, however, her little secret and it made him extra horny. Hanna did seem to need more cunnilingus than usual and Jake gladly obliged, only there was no mystery jizz to find there. The weekend passed, and it wasn’t until Sunday night as they settled to go to bed that Hanna said something that indicated her next rendezvous.
As she reaches for her bedside light, she yawningly said, “I’ll be late home tomorrow night, dear. I’ve got an evening meeting at work.”
“Oh, OK, what time?” Jake asks.
“Not sure, don’t make dinner for me; we’ll probably get something delivered at work.”
“That’s unusual, why has Graham got you working so hard?”
Hanna sighs. “He picked up a new account, and they need a huge order done by the end of the month, so we’re all having to work a little extra.”
“OK, sweet pea,” Jake said then kisses her on the cheek, “Goodnight.”
With the lights out, Jake slides his naked body behind hers, his erection pressing against her nightie covered butt. Hanna has positioned herself with her back to him so that spooning is difficult and Jake rubs his hard dick against her backside.
“Please, I need to sleep…” Hanna said in the darkness. “Why don’t you take care of your little problem yourself?”
“It’s been a while since you let me have sex with you,” Jake whispers. “I really need you…”
Hanna groans and shakes him off her. “For God’s sake, you’re like a horny dog lately,” she said harshly. Next, you’ll start humping the fucking couch. Go and jerk off, I don’t wanna have sex.”
That did it, Jake’s boner had disappeared, and the emptiness of feeling unfulfilled stayed with the man until he fell asleep.
*****
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