I stared at the real estate agent as my wife gave her the usual look, another viewing, and another house my wife would turn down.
"I just don't like it," Tessa said. "Maybe the next one," she said as she walked towards the door.
Tessa was a stuck-up bitch; if her father weren't my boss, I would have left her years ago. She was spoiled to the core, and I was as much to blame as her father.
When I met Tessa, she had a silver spoon shoved as far down her mouth as it would fit. I did everything I could to impress her because she was the best-looking woman I had seen. Granted, now that I look back at it, I was absolutely wrong, but her father took a liking to me, which was the end of that. We were married.
"What is it going to take?" Chelsea asked.
Chelsea had shown us some miraculous houses, well within our colossal budget. After our three kids had left home and off to college or the military, we found our huge two-story seven-bedroom house too big.
"I don't know, what else do you got?" I asked as I leaned over the large kitchen island to look at the tablet.
"I am thinking of giving up, and letting you guys find someone else," Chelsea said.
"No, don't do that," I said, shaking my head.
"Well, I need this," Chelsea said.
Chelsea was young, petite and fabulous. Her tight figure fit in the even tighter knee-length skirt. Chelsea always wore things that accented her figure. Today was a sky-blue skirt with just enough cleavage for anyone to know she was petite but busty.
"I will talk to her," I said.
Chelsea shook her head. "When I first met you, I thought you made all the decisions," she said.
I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me, and it worked. I liked this house very much. The neighbourhood was quiet. Being part of the community automatically made you a golf course member. It was the right amount of room, with a large fireplace.
"I will definitely talk to her," I nodded.
"What do I have to do to persuade you to buy it?" Chelsea asked as she moved closer to me.
"I've seen you staring at me, especially at these," Chelsea said as she squeezed her big tits and massaged them. "DD, if you are wondering."
I had been looking at them frequently since we started looking for a house four months ago.
Chelsea was standing close to me. "I will do anything to get this done," she said as she looked down at my crotch. "Anything."
I was about to say something, anything, but Chelsea beat me to the punch as she fell to her knees and unzipped my pants and pulled out my aching cock.
I had been married to Tessa for many years. To say she was a prude would be an insult to all prudes out there. It was a miracle that we had three children.
I knew the first was because of her parents' wanting grandchildren, the second was conceived on a vacation abroad, and the third, I still don't know how that came about, as we hadn't had sexual relations in months.
A blood test revealed that my daughter was mine, but I still didn't know how. Tess hated sex, all kinds, even oral. Her way of pleasing her husband was a hand job with a rubber glove. When we had sex, she wanted to lay on her back and told me to hurry up.
Tess hated the idea of female toys, saying they were gross.
I could count how many times Tessa's mouth met my cock on one hand. Four, that's it, four times in those many years. Not once did she stay long enough to get me off.
