He Fixed the Fridge. I Had a Way to Say Thank You

Last Saturday a mysterious beeping started in the kitchen. It took us about thirty minutes to track it down, and when we did, it was the little display inside the fridge flashing an alert. Great. I know you all understand when I say times are tight and a new fridge isn't in the budget without raiding the emergency fund, which is always a last resort.

Fortunately, my husband, wonderful man that he is, knew what to do. He searched the error code, read through a bunch of articles, watched some videos, and ordered the parts. With free shipping, they arrived yesterday.

He got home early, had a coffee, and got to work. New parts installed, error code gone, just had to wait for it to cool back down. He changed the water filter too while he was at it.

So by the time I got off work, picked up our youngest from an after school activity, and got dinner sorted, it was nearly nine when I walked through the door.

We caught up on small things while he got up from the table and went to the fridge. I didn't ask, but I knew if it hadn't worked he'd have said something.

He opened the door, reached in, and handed me a glass of sweet tea. I could see what looked like condensation on the glass. Cold and clear, no error alert. Thank God. After finishing the glass I headed toward our bedroom. Stopping at the door, I turned and gave him one of those looks. You know the one.

By the time he walked in, I was already on my knees, shirt and bra off, gently rubbing the bra marks from my large breasts. The cool air and my own excitement had my pierced nipples hard and ready.

His athletic shorts and boxers didn't stand a chance. I pulled them down and leaned forward to take the head of his cock in my mouth.

I don't like to brag, but I give world-class head, and I'm one of those women who genuinely gets turned on by sucking cock. So saying I threw myself into it with passion is not a small claim.

He went from soft to firm to hard to pulsing as I moved up and down, sucking and licking. Once he was fully hard and starting to push into my throat I pulled back to catch my breath and licked his shaved scrotum. His large cock, slick with my saliva, rubbed all over my face while I sucked one testicle into my mouth, then the other.

Swallowing hard and getting my mouth wet again, I went back at his cock, moving hard and fast, using my mouth to fuck him.

His hips started moving with my head, pushing his cock into my throat. I suppressed a gag, got control, swallowed again.

He gathered my hair in his hands and I knew it was time to hold still and take it. He started fucking my mouth, the head of his cock pushing into my throat. Spit and drool fell from my mouth, coating my large breasts, running down between them to my stomach.

I spread it around, rubbing it over my chest, teasing my hard nipples, moaning around his cock.

I hear his deep voice say "God, you suck cock so well" and my pussy soaked the crotch of my underwear.

He growls "I'm going to come" because he knows I love hearing that.

He pushes all the way into my mouth, down my throat, my nose in his trimmed pubic hair, my chin on his balls. I feel his cock swell and pulse.

The first strong jet of cum went straight down my throat to my stomach, but that was his reward, so I pulled back.

Taking his cock in my hand I started stroking him while he empties his balls all over my face. Jet after jet of thick cum painted my face like he was coating a fence. One jet went up the bridge of my nose between my eyes, one across a cheek, then the other, and one went directly for my eye. I knew it was coming and had already closed it in time. When things slowed down I took his cock back in my mouth and finished him off completely.

He got too sensitive and had to pull back.

Hand raised, one eye still closed, he helped me to my feet and I went to wash my face.