Keywords: mF, cheat
Part: 1 of 1
Author: Knave of Hearts
Title: Home Alone

Home Alone
© 1993 – 2000 Knave of Hearts

Eva Devers is lonely. Her husband, Joe, is away on an extended 
business trip and, even though they call frequently and exchange 
email daily, she misses his physical presence. He's due back in 
to weeks..

Monday, 12 May.

The after work commute...Twenty minutes of mind numbing boredom, 
punctuated every-so often with a split second of gut wrenching 
terror as some impatient bastard abruptly switches lanes and cuts 
you off.. 

This is the Wildman, helping you on your way home.. Next is the 
latest hit to sweep the charts - When I'm in your arms.


The song started, a slow love ballad, and all Eva Devers could 
think about was her husband. He'd only been gone for a few days 
and all ready she ached when she thought about him.. They'd been 
listening to this song in the kitchen, when he had snuck up 
behind her. His hands had traveled around her waist, smooth and 
strong, cupping her breasts and pulling her back against him. She 
remembered wiggling her hips as his long thick cock ground into 
her ass. She leaned her head back and he captured her lips in 
his. He lightly squeezed her breasts. He tasted like coffee and 
milk and she could feel his cock swell and stiffen. . . 

Honnk!!! Eva snapped out of her reverie just in time to avoid 
rear-ending an expensive sportscar. Its owner flashed her the 
Universal Symbol and continued on his way - still stuck in 
traffic but now that always important car length ahead of someone 
else. This is the way it had been for the last two weeks. She'd 
daydream often enough and long enough to get horny and then have 
to rush home, or to the bathroom, or to her car to masturbate.

The echo of the slamming door reinforced how alone she was in the 
small house. Undressing as she walked to the bathroom, Eva left a 
trail of clothes behind her. It was the kind of thing that would 
have driven Joe nuts, but now it just reminded her of his 
absence. She stood in front of the bedroom mirror. Breasts - -
still firm; Ass - a little more than there use to be, but still 
able to turn heads. Eva lay back on the bed and brushed her hand 
across the smooth lips of her pussy. She was still damp from her 
daydream in the car.

Pulling a pillow under her head, Eva positioned herself on the 
bed so that she could watch herself in the mirror. She spread her 
labia with her fingers, lightly teasing the hood of her clit. She 
could see the wet, pink inside of her cunt, the sheen of her 
pussy juices all ready starting to flow.

Still working softly on her clit, Eva teased herself with the 
other hand. She closed her eyes and arched her back, as if to 
press her hips into the mouth of her imaginary lover. Running her 
fingertips around her swelling cunt lips, she felt her breathing 
become more and more ragged. Through half open lids, Eva watched 
her pussy swallow first one, then another of her fingers. Without 
conscious thought, her hips pressed down on her hand, helping the 
fingers ease their way deeper into her womb.

Eva could feel the beginnings of her orgasm in the pit of her 
stomach. Her pussy started to tremble, clutching at the invading 
fingers. "Too fast," she murmured. 

She took her fingers out of herself but continued to massage her 
clit. Looking at the glistening nectar that covered her fingers 
she hesitantly touched her finger tips to her lips, tasting her 
own juices. It tasted different, sweeter, than when she had 
sucked Joe's cock after he'd fucked her on those wild nights when 
they would fuck forever. She rolled her tongue around the 
fingers, wishing that they were his hot, pulsing cock. 

Sliding her hand from her mouth, she pinched her nipple. The 
sharp nip drove her over the edge. Eva clamped her legs together, 
intensifying the feeling of her greedy pussy spasm. Her breath 
was slowing. She eased herself down, slowly kneading her breasts 
and stroking the bottom of her stomach. 

The orgasm had been good. She'd felt it build from the bottom of 
her stomach and wash over her like a warm tropical wave - a good 
feeling. But now it just made her want more. Rolling onto her 
side, Eva looked at herself in the mirror. Her pale skin was 
flushed, her nipples and pussy lips still swollen with 
excitement. Wisps of auburn hair were plastered to her face with 
a light dew of bed sweat. 

'If Joe could see me now, he'd laugh," she thought as she stood 
and made her way to the shower. The room smelled of sex. "Or jump 
in and fuck me silly."
_-=)0(=-_


The doorbell was ringing as Eva climbed out of the shower. 
Without waiting to grab a towel she ran naked down the hall to 
the kitchen, punching the intercom.

"Yes?" She was out of breath and dripping all over the tile 
floor.

"Meesus Deefers. Ees just me, Hector. I just wanted you to know I 
was out back." Hector's Hispanic accent brought Eva out of her 
daze. It was Monday and the yard boy was out back mowing and 
trimming.

"Thanks, Hector." 

Releasing the intercom, Eva went back into the bedroom to get her 
robe. Returning to the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of 
wine. Her first sip reminded her of Joe and the evenings they had 
spent in the kitchen, sipping wine and discussing the day's 
events. Telling herself that she would not become morose this 
early in the evening, Eva looked in the refrigerator for ideas 
for dinner. It was so hard to cook for one.

Suddenly, Eva heard a loud shout from the garage. Clasping her 
robe shut, she ran to the garage. She opened the door to find 
Hector jumping around the garage, cursing in Spanish.

"Hector, what's wrong?"

"I have spilled gasoline on to my self." Eva could see where the 
old gas can spout had broken off, spilling the gas and oil mix 
all over Hector's pants. 

"Quick, take them off. We can rinse them in the sink." 

Eva took charge without thinking but then almost reconsidered 
when she saw the slim, muscular Latino loosen his belt and drop 
his jeans onto the garage floor. She forced herself to look away 
from the yard boy's slim, smooth chest and his muscular legs. 
Instead she went over to the utility sink in the corner and began 
running water. Taking his pants from him Eva leaned over the sink 
and rinsed them out, trying hard not to look at Hector.

Glancing up, she realized that her robe had fallen open and 
Hector's eyes were locked on her rose colored nipples. 
Straightening quickly, she felt herself blush.

Throwing his jeans into the dryer, Eva tried to regain control of 
the situation. Tying her robe tightly around herself, she didn't 
know what to make of the situation - a half naked young man in 
the house; she was half dressed and horny. Taking advantage of 
Hector would be wrong but, from the size of the bulge in his 
briefs, would go a long way to giving her some relief.

"Let's get you cleaned up. The gas will start to burn if we don't 
rinse it off soon."

"Si, senora." Hector followed Eva inside. She could feel the heat 
of his stare on her back. Once inside, she found a towel and 
showed him into the guest bathroom. Eva could feel the heat of 
her flush creeping up her neck. and the tingling of her nipples 
as they swelled slightly. It was decision time.

Holding the towel out between them, Eva looked first at the 
sizable bulge in Hector's briefs and then at his large brown 
eyes. She could feel her robe sagging open but made no effort to 
pull it shut. Hector looked like a rabbit caught by a spotlight - 
frozen in anticipation.

"Hector," Eva's voice held a ring of command. "Hector drop your 
underwear. We need to make sure that the gasoline didn't soak 
through your pants."

Hector complied without making a sound. Eva's nostrils flared as 
she watched Hector straighten. He stood like a boxer - feet 
spread apart, shoulders back, head erect. His head wasn't the 
only thing erect, Eva noticed. Hector's cock was swelling 
rapidly, a nice firm six inches or so topped by a plum colored 
knob. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for the older woman 
to take the lead.

Eva slowly drew her robe open, revealing herself to Hector's wide 
eyes. 

"Hector. I'm going to suck your cock. I'm not going to let you 
fuck me. This time. If you can follow my instructions and promise 
never, ever to tell anyone else about this, I think that we can 
make a mutually beneficial arrangement." 

Without waiting for him to move or comment, Eva knelt in front of 
Hector. Looking up into his face, she placed her hands on his 
thighs. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and 
deeply kissed the tip of his cock, sucking his knob into her 
mouth. Swirling her tongue around his salty tasting cock head, 
Eva saw Hector close his eyes and bite his lip. 

Satisfied that she was having a positive effect on her yard boy, 
Eva cradled his balls in her hands, guiding his stiff rod into 
her mouth. She placed her finger underneath his scrotum, lightly 
massaging the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole. 
Hector's knees buckled slightly, he leaned against the hallway 
wall for support. Eva bobbed her head, swallowing more and more 
of his cock each time.

She could taste the salty pre-cum on his cock head. Pulling her 
head off his straining cock, she looked up at his face. Hector's 
head was thrown back, his eyes screwed shut in incredible 
pleasure. Maintaining her pressure by slowly stroking his spit-
slicked cock, Eva ran her hand over his tight ass. Pulling him 
closer to her, she ran her tongue along the bottom of his balls. 
Sucking one of his balls into her mouth she swirled her tongue 
around it, making Hector moan with pleasure.

"I want you to cum on my tits."

"Mmmm."

"Jets of salty cum on my tits." "Unngh"

Before Hector could finish his inarticulate moan, Eva sank her 
head onto his cock. She felt the meaty knob of his cock fill her 
mouth and throat. Sucking hard as she pulled away, Eva knew that 
he was going to explode soon. Slipping her hand underneath his 
balls, she tickled his sensitive asshole. Pulling her mouth away 
at the last second, she directed his spurting cock at her pale 
breasts.

"Yessss. Cum for me baby."

Hector's legs shook from the strain of cumming and standing. The 
milky white jets erupted over her throat, coating her tits in his 
seed. Her hand milked his slick, hard cock. His hips jerked and 
strained, thrusting his cock towards her tight grasp. Eva 
stretched out her tongue and tasted the last drop of his jism. 
It's salty taste was like a Beaujolais Nouveau, strong and 
jarring.

Sated for the moment, Eva stood. Hector's cum slid between her 
tits and dripped from her nipples. She absently caressed her 
swollen pussy, rubbing his cum around her belly like lotion. 
Hector remained slouched against the wall struggling to catch his 
breath.

"Remember. You can tell no one about this.  If anyone does hear 
about our little afternoon, I'll call the police and have you 
locked up for rape. Do you understand me?" Hector nodded. "Good. 
Now next week, when you come back to paint the shed, you need to 
bring some rubbers."

With the mention of their next meeting, Hector realized that he 
wasn't going to go to jail. Indeed, he was being invited back! He 
struggled into a more dignified sitting position but his cock was 
still leaking cum on his thighs. Hector looked at Eva, astonished 
at her raw beauty and sensuality. Even with thick, white rivulets 
of his cum seeping across her belly he wanted her. In fact, he 
wanted her more now than he had ever imagined. He knew then that 
he'd agree to anything that offered the remotest chance of being 
with her like this again.

Eva bent over and picked her robe off the floor. Shrugging it on, 
she gestured toward Hector's pants, folded forgotten across the 
back of a chair. "Go on. Just remember what I've said. I'll see 
you on Wednesday."

Without another word, she went into the bathroom to shower. 
Hector left the same way. Without a word.



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Home Alone