The Cock Hungry Houswife

With my job I get to go into a lot of houses and meet a lot of different people. It’s the perfect job for a single guy because there are so many beautiful women that you get to meet from young to old. I am 26 years old and a cable technician or better known as the “cable guy.”

This particular story is about an older lady named Teresa Roberts. Teresa was having problems with her internet cutting in and out so she placed a trouble call for a tech to come out to her house and this is where I come in. As soon as I saw her, there was something about her that struck me the right way.

She wasn’t incredibly hot and she didn’t have the tightest body in the world but there was something about her that made me want to fuck her. Teresa is only about 5’2” tall with shoulder length brown hair with the slightest streak of gray in the front. I guessed she was around 49 years old and she had a pair of blue jeans on which fit snuggly over her large, round ass. The top of the jeans had the elastic band, you know, what you would consider “mom” jeans. Her button up shirt was tucked neatly over her tummy into her jeans and unbuttoned enough to give you a peak at her slightly sagging C cup tits if she moved the right way.

Right away Teresa was very friendly and had great eye contact and as she led me up the stairs I couldn’t help but check out her ass. Immediately I said to myself, “I’d fuck her.” As she explained her problems with the internet to me she touched my arm several times.

She was very impressed with how nice I was and about how much I knew about computers. She stayed in the room the entire time I worked and when I had fixed the problem I sat down at her computer desk to check her computer. Teresa stood right behind me in the chair as I showed her that everything was working fine.

Teresa leaned over, placing her hand on my shoulder, as she pointed at an icon on the screen asking what it did. As she held that position for a couple of seconds I had a full view of her bra and tits as her shirt gaped open. As she rose back up I felt her hand gently squeeze my shoulder just before letting go.

She kept saying things like, “Oh, I’m so glad you fixed my internet,” and also, “You really know your stuff.” As I was getting ready to leave, Teresa asked, “Do you ever make house calls, you know, if I have any more trouble I can just call you instead of going through your company?”

“Well…normally I don’t but I think I can make an exception for you,” I replied as she grabbed my hand and thanked me. I gave her my cell number and after saying goodbye, I left. I continued with the rest of my day, occasionally thinking about Teresa and how much of a milf she was.

Wouldn’t you know the very next day I was working about halfway through the morning and my cell rang.

“Hello.”

“Hi, this is Teresa. You were at my house yesterday to fix my internet. Well, I seem to be having more trouble with it and I would love for you to come by and look at it for me.”

“Sure, that won’t be a problem. How about I stop by on my lunch break around 12:00pm,” I replied.

“That sounds great,” Teresa said. “I’ll see you then.”

I was surprised that she called me and I knew there was no way she was having problems again.