Jun 03, 2024
To say that Ann and her husband donāt have much of a sex life would be no small understatement. Itās not for lack of wanting one, but when it comes down to it, James is an absolute workaholic. As soon as the sun comes up the Possible patriarch is off to work, oftentimes returning home long after the sun has gone downā¦and more often than not, too tired to do little but peck his wife on the cheek before slipping into bed.
Today is no different, Ann comes downstairs to find James reading the morning's headlines in the newspaper and sipping at (practically gulping at) a cup of coffee. Another peck on the cheek and heās out the door. Ann, on the other hand, being a tenured surgeon, has the luxury of choosing her work hoursā¦early mornings and late hours arenāt really a thing for her.
Ann, however, is a womanā¦a woman with appetitesā¦who is always hungry. Clinically speaking ā¦she is a doctor after allā¦ Ann is fully aware that she is a nymphomaniac, constantly craving sexual satisfaction. Her friends and colleagues, however, all of which speaking in hushed tones, simply refer to her as āthat slutā. Young or old, men or women, she doesnāt really careā¦and doesnāt really care what her supposed friends think of her appetites either.
Sitting in the kitchen breakfast nook, a cup of coffee in hand, a bathrobe-clad Ann watches as James pulls out of the driveway. Aside from being a slave to grind, James too has his little flings on the sideā¦an office rendezvous with a certain tanned, curvy-figured blonde he works with, for example. Ann and her husband have had an open relationship sinceā¦well, long before their professions and kids trumped their sex lives.
Ann scrolls through her contacts list, deciding on who is going to be the lucky milf-recipient today. The cute cleaning girl, with the tongueā¦.the massage therapist who can rub her the right way every single timeā¦the tree guy and his huge log. Ann doesnāt go out hunting like some barroom floozy looking for a hookupā¦she makes them come to herā¦and today sheās feeling a little āblondeā.
Receptionist: Thank you for calling Middleton Appliances. How may I help you today?
Ann: Yes, this Ann Possible calling. Iām having a little trouble with myā¦
The woman on the other end of the phone knows exactly who she is and exactly what she's calling about....and it isn't about a broken home appliance.
Receptionist: The washing machine giving you trouble again, Mrs Possible?
Ann: Errr, uhhhā¦yes. Could I possibly get you to send overā¦ Ummā¦ I canāt remember his name.
Receptionist: The blonde one? Same as last time?
Ann: Yes, thatās the one.
Receptionist: You know, weāve got another capable and highly skilled repair technician who just started with us...You know, just in case one isnāt available to service yourā¦ (clears her throat) ...washing machine. Heās a ginger...and heās got a very sizableā¦ (clears her throat again) ... toolbox.
Ann: Ohhh really? Well, at any rate. You have my address, correct?
Receptionist: Yes, Mrs Possible. Weāll get someone over there right away. Is there anything else I can help you with today?
Ann: Nope, that'll do it. Thank you!
Ann presses the end call button on her phone, a little lecherous smile appearing in the corner of her mouth.
Receptionist: (whispering to herself) Slut.
Ann is the kind of woman who doesnāt have to ask when a service person will arrive or schedule an appointment. Most of them will drop what they're doing and race right over....and this morning is no different. Scarcely a quarter of an hour passes when there is a knock at the front door. Ann, thinking that she'd have more time to put on something a little more provocative, jumps up from her seat. A quick check of her hair and makeup in the hallway mirror leaves her unsatisfied with the look. Maybe she ought to answer the door in the nude rather than in some ratty, old bathrobe?
Ann: Who is it?
Repairman: Middleton Appliance Repair.
Ann loosens the knot on her robe's belt, the front open just enough to give someone a view of the panties and bra set beneath it. Just as she reaches for the doorknob another lecherous smile appears on her face...reaching inside, the redhead wrangles her panties to her ankles, steps out of them, and tosses the offending undergarment into a nearby umbrella stand.
Practically swinging on the opening door, Ann's robe opens just enough for the toe-headed repairman to get a view of her bra-restrained cleavage, her puffy areola visible over the garment's hem. The repairman blinks, wide-eyed, practically dropping his toolbox as he looks downward...the woman's bare-shaven crotch peeking out from between two terrycloth curtains. Ann can't help but let out a little giggle at his expense...it's just the reaction she'd hoped for.
Ann: Wow! That was quick!
The blonde repairman's lips move, but nothing comes out. Ann simply smirks at him with a raised eyebrow, watching his reaction as her fit mom-bod does all the talking.
Ann: Well, come on in and I'll show you where you can put that huge...
Her eyes gravitate downward, biting the corner of her lip, making a show of ogling the ever-increasing bulge along the young man's inseam.
Ann: ...toolbox.
Original Art by Gagala
Edits by Phillipthe2
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