"Oh! Um, H-Hank. Hi. I, I didn't expect to see you down here." Hank didn't blame Nancy for looking startled--clearly she had a very different idea of how her afternoon was going to go, and a very different idea of who she heard walking around downstairs. She had on nothing but a black lacy teddy whose sheer fabric left very little to the imagination, the kind of thing you very much didn't wear around the house when it was just you and your husband's fishing buddy, and Hank probably would have sprung clean up off the couch and all the way out of the house if he knew how he'd explain his absence to Paul later. This was so awkward Hank didn't even know what to say.
It got even more awkward when Nancy filled the silence with the world's strangest apology, meekly murmuring, "Here, where are my manners?" before tugging the stretchy fabric out of the way to fully and completely expose her ample breasts to Hank's stunned and helpless stare. He'd never been alone with Paul's wife before, never even given her the slightest hint that he was interested in her in any way that he could think of, and it felt like the worst betrayal in the world to just sit there and watch while she pulled out what were an admittedly amazing pair of tits to show off to him like it was her duty as host to get his dick hard. Hank's face reddened under his bushy blond beard as he realized that was exactly what was happening despite his best efforts.
She must have noticed his bewildered astonishment, because she giggled and said, "Sorry, Hank, I forgot--it's been a few months since you were here last, hasn't it? Not since the Super Bowl, and of course my parents were there for that so I couldn't exactly show off my new self." She giggled again, sounding almost like she'd just gotten a hit of nitrous at the dentist's office, and Hank was embarrassed to realize that her bubbly laugh was making his dick even harder. "It's probably been since last fishing season that you and I had even a moment of alone time, and back then I'd only just started on the training videos." She came closer, kneeling down between his legs and undoing his fly to pull his cock out, and to his shame Hank didn't even try to stop her.
"See, Paul's been making me a more, um, useful wife," she purred, wrapping her tits around Hank's cock as she spoke and gently working his shaft up and down until the valley of her cleavage was slick with his precum. "More agreeable, more helpful, more willing to do some of the things that I was maybe a little bit shy about before he started showing me his special videos. I'm happy to keep his friends entertained now, because it pleases Paul when I please you, and even though my pussy is off-limits I'm sure I can think of all kinds of other ways to satisfy you. Would you like that, Hank? Would you like it if I helped you release a bit of that tension before you go off on that long weekend?"
Hank didn't have the willpower to say no, even though he was privately shocked to hear about what was happening and he knew he'd need to have a long talk with Paul after they got in off the lake tomorrow night to satisfy himself about what was happening with Nancy. His hips kept bucking despite his best efforts to resist temptation, and it felt like only a matter of minutes before he spurted a thick, heavy gush of jizz all the way up into the underside of Nancy's chin. "Ooh, thank you!" she giggled, and Hank could already tell he'd be hard again soon enough.
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