It was Thursday. Joe always looked forward to Thursdays since Sandi would normally take this day off from work. Most Thursdays the two of them could usually get together in the mornings after Keith and Janice each had left for work and while Joe was "running errands." The errands usually meant him making a beeline to Keith's house to eat his wife's delicious pussy for breakfast, then shoot a thick load of morning cum down Sandi' eager throat.
Quite often the two couples would 'just happen' to meet for dinner later in the day. While they were eating Joe and Sandi would take special pleasure in asking each other how their days had gone in front of their spouses. Joe was hoping for one on those days.
As usual Janice finished her coffee that morning just before nine and by the time her taillights rounded the corner Joe was in his car headed the other direction. He would always do a "drive by" of Keith's house just to make sure there was only one car in the driveway. Most times when he did stop in he would carry a measuring tape or some sort of tool so that neighbors thought he was working there. Or if Keith happened to be home he would say he found the tool and was returning it thinking it belonged to him.
Joe circled by and saw only Sandi's car in the driveway. As usual he circled around again and then parked down the street out of view. He then casually walked down to their nicely groomed home carrying an empty toolbox. As he walked he could feel his cock getting harder with every step, knowing that within minutes he would be kissing Sandi's beautiful lips while he slowly undid whatever she might be wearing.
Joe's favorite thing was to catch her in their shower. He would let himself in the yard and walk up to the steamy bathroom window where he knew she was naked and wet. He would knock on the window and hear the shower shut off. Sandi would always walk to the window naked and ask who it was, as if there was a line of people knocking on her shower window each day, and this always made him laugh.
She would let him in the back door wearing only her thin blue silk robe, with those powerful 34dd's nipples poking through, waiting to be touched. Joe always loved how her auburn hair looked wet, the way it hung straight down made her look like a schoolgirl. Joe would place her in front of him with the two of them facing a mirror so she could watch as he undid her robe and circled those big tits and eraser nipples, using his and her saliva to lubricate them. While she watched he would run his big hands down her belly to her pussy, and slide a finger between the thin pink lips until her glistening juice lubed his fingers.
Then he would use that finger to circle her nipples and line her other lips like clear lipstick. Sandi also had such thin pussy hair that when it was wet she almost looked shaved, and Joe had made a mental "to do" list to shave her mound and send her home bald one day. Then he could see how long it would be until Keith would brag that his wife had shaved her snatch.
All this thinking was really making Joe's rod stretch out, and he found himself adjusting his engorged member as he turned up the driveway, day dreaming of licking that freshly showered pussy. However, when he looked he saw Sandi's car wasn't there.
"Shit." He said to himself.
Somehow she had left in the time that he had parked and walked down the block.
He texted her.
HEY, ANYONE HOME? DROPPING SOMETHING OFF.
There was no answer. She had said she should be around just the day before, right before she kissed him good-bye during her lunch hour, just minutes after swallowing a mouthful of his warm sticky juice.
Now she was gone and he was hard and getting harder. She would have to pay for this, he thought. No punishment came to mind but he was sure something would come up. Maybe he would go inside and jack off in one of her bras, then make her wear it to dinner later. As he stood in front of their garden gate a voice rang out behind him.
"Joe, is that you?'
Joe was surprised to hear his name. It was a man's voice and for a second he thought maybe Keith had been home because his car was in the shop, but the tone was too low.
He turned and saw a large black man with a short hair cut carrying two five-gallon jugs of water like they were soda cans.
It was Carl, the water delivery guy who also delivered where Joe worked.
"This your house, Joe?"
"Hey Carl. No, my friends live here but they're not home. What brings you here?"
Carl set down one of the jugs and shook his hand.
"Double shift, man. This is not my area, I'm filling in trying to make some extra bread."
"Special occasion?"
"Yeah, divorce." Carl set the other jug down on the stairs.
"Ouch," Joe sympathized.
Joe had known Carl for quite some time, part of his regular route was a weekly drop off and pick up water at Joe's work, even more often in the summer months. They had become friends over time and would often talk sports and joke around. Although Carl was about ten years younger than Joe they were both big men; just about the same height and build, although Carl was a bit stockier. Running around in tennis shoes delivering water had Carl in great shape. He had huge biceps and well defined legs from running heavy bottles up stairs daily.
Carl began to tell him his story of woe. His wife had decided that they had nothing in common after fifteen years of marriage. She worked in high tech and Carl had no clue what she did day-to-day. It had gotten to the point where she no longer invited him to company functions since he was bored to tears and didn't relate to anyone in her office.
He went on to say that it had carried over to the point where they hadn't went out as a couple in six months, much less even ate dinner together since she worked fourteen hour days and he had to be up early. As he spoke he noticed Carl was getting more animated, gesturing more with his large hands as he tried to deal with the frustration.
Carl even confided to Joe that their sex life had come to an end three months before she asked for a divorce.
"And to top it all off," Carl added, "I have to work double shifts to pay the rent since she moved out with one of her tech buddies."
"Sorry to hear that Carl," Joe replied. "But look at the bright side, you're a young man and there's lots of fish in the sea."
"Yeah, well I have no money to fish, my friend, or time since I'm exhausted by the time I get home. Besides, between you and me I was a virgin when I got married and wouldn't even know how to start with a new woman."
Carl confided in Joe again, "Also, while I'm confessing to you I haven't busted a nut in three months. I'm too tired to even jack off and too pissed off at my wife when I have any energy at all."
Joe felt bad for his friend.
"Wow," was all he could say. Carl was a good, honest guy who worked hard for his cash and had been a faithful husband. Suddenly Joe had an idea.
"Hey Carl, do you ever get a lunch?"
"Yeah I get a half hour downtown when I'm between routes. I take it down by the Third Street garage since there are lots of places to eat and I get a discount from a couple of the restaurants."
"Going there today?"
"Going there every day, man. Long as people drink water."
"Okay, look Carl, I want you to meet me at the lower lever of the garage between one and one-thirty today. Will that work?"
