The Culligan Man, Part I

Culligan Man stories

Part I

I saw the Culligan Man's truck in the drive way and was momentarily irritated that I had to park down the driveway, from which I would have to fetch my car to let him out. It temporarily spoiled my mood from getting an unexpected half-day off due to the electrical problems at work. Problems everywhere. The garage door was open, and the door from it was ajar.

When I approached it, I stopped, dead still, because I could hear impossible sounds, those of a woman panting inside the utility room. Could a woman be masturbating there? Is she doing something with the Culligan Man, maybe letting him watch? My prudish but definitely attractive wife?

Of course, she wouldn't have expected me, so it could be anything with the Culligan Man, his second visit (that I knew of, a sudden suspicion washed over me). In any case, this was his second visit, that I knew about, in two weeks. I had to know what was happening on the other side of the door, of course, but somehow, I couldn't break in on them. I pushed the door open a bit more and my eyes were frozen of the image of my wife holding her skirt up, her nicest purple panties around her ankles, and the Culligan Man holding her pussy lips apart so he could get his tongue in further, and it was a big, long tongue. He was very muscular but shorter than me. He was half the age of my wife or me. His cock was out, and it was larger but shorter than mine. What was he going to do with that cock? What has he done with it?

I stepped back in confusion, dizzy with disbelief, but instinctively took out the iPhone and pressed video record as I placed the camera lens around the door way. Although I knew I should throw open the door and storm in screaming, I was feeling the hardest erection of my life. Her panting was growing louder and louder, and since we live in the country, she had no reason to suspect a listener, and then, the sexiest sound I have ever heard. She began to cum over and over. I've never made her cum so hard, I thought dejectedly. There was a bump, she probably nearly fainted but he caught her I imagined. I'll know later when I see the video. When she finally caught her breath, he said, your turn. I peeked quickly and saw him putting a rag from on top of the washing machine on the floor for her knees, a gentleman. Then he pushed her down. Damn, I thought, it's been over a year since she gave me a blow job. Now that they were involved with his cock and her mouth, I risked watching a bit more looking around the corner of the door. I could see his precum glisten, and he ran his wet cock over her face and mouth. She licked her lips, then smiled up at him. Ouch, that smile hurt most of all, although my cock still was very hard.

I was jerking off and afraid I might make too much noise with my heavy breathing, but they were so wrapped up in each other that they stayed with their program. She began to suck and I could hear her sucking noises, so much louder than she ever made with me. She must have really wanted his cum. I worried that the iPhone would run out of memory, but I tried to keep it pointed at them. I stepped back quickly when his head turned my way. What will she think of the video?

Now I could hear him panting, and I guessed he was quick to cum because in just a few minutes he was obviously getting close. My wife was squeezing and pinching is balls. I saw that with another peek while she was urging him on and then he exploded, judging by his yell, and her sucking became even louder still. His breathing was very loud. Now they were probably both looking at his cock so I sneaked another look and saw her licking the last drops from his cock and the cum on her face from her hands. Wow, he said, you are some cock sucker. I guess you really like it. Not really, she replied getting up, pulling up her panties to her wet pussy, then her dress.

Next time, we will screw, he said. There won't be a next time. That's what they all say, he smiled, but I will be back this time next week. Please don't, she implored, but I didn't hear the ring of sincerity or resistance. He didn't either. Here's a kiss until then, I might as well taste my cum and then I heard an intake of her breath and such a loud long kiss, that I almost marched in then to break it up. Instead, I hurried out the garage door like the cuckold I was, opened my car door, then slammed it. I came in the deck entrance to give them time to neaten up remove the cum from her face.

When I called to her, she ran down the stairs to meet me, and I she said, please, move the car so the Culligan Man can leave. Her face was flushed. I moved the car. He waved at me. Enjoyed my wife, I thought. Well, I enjoyed your performance. How could I have liked watching them doing those things?

Back inside, I grabbed her and said, give me a kiss, she turned away, no, we can fool around later, but I turned her head to me, no, please, please, she begged, but by then my mouth was on hers and my tongue inside where I tasted his cum. Good cum, I said, I can see why you took it all.

She looked down at the floor, what do you mean? His cum, I said, it tastes good, at least in your mouth. Now, it's time for my cum in your mouth. I pushed her down, no rag for her knees, and pushed my cock wet from all the precum of watching right into her mouth, then down her throat. She tried to gasp for air, so I pulled it out, then rammed it in again, and again, and again, and thinking of her recent blowjob, my cum started to dribble out at first, and then squirted into the back of her throat.

She had tears in her eyes. He made me do it. Really? It was forced? It was, sort of. I resisted him. Then I showed her the iPhone. At first, she said in a barely audible whisper. If you made a video, why didn't you stop us? Now it was my turn to whisper, it was the sexiest act I have ever seen or imagined. It was too late anyway. You had started the affair.

Affair? I'm not having an affair with a Culligan Man! Okay, sex with a man half your age. Again, a small voice. Yes, sex. Why did you give him a blow job with so much enthusiasm but don't want to do it for me anymore? I don't know, she said. The excitement of a new lover. Tiny voice, maybe. I won't ever do it again, I promise, if you will forgive me. And will you give me a blowjob when I want one? Yes, oh yes, anytime. Actually, I didn't believe her, but it made me feel better.

Since I had one affair she knows about, it isn't necessary for me to forgive her. Maybe the release of my guilt, now that she had done this, had permitted me to watch it. She had forgiven me a real affair. Maybe she did the Culligan Man because of that, a little revenge?

What will we do now, she asked, snuggling up to me? I suggested I will join you on Thursday. Let's invite his wife too. What, she almost screamed in my ear? I really liked watching you. Next time, he can fuck you while I watch, and I do his wife. Why do you think she would let you? I told her. The first time they came to check the water softener, she came on to me when we were upstairs managing the faucets. Now, thinking back on it, I said, I think his wife was delaying me from going downstairs where you two were. She made no response, so I quietly marked that as her first time. Probably there was another, I remember her flushed face when I came home from work a few days ago.

Her expression was quizzical. You want to watch me fuck another man? It seems I do, I said, to my own surprise. That's sick. Well, I don't want you to fuck his wife! Really? You might get to liking her too much, she said firmly. No, you are the love of my life, sweetheart. Are you sure? Yes, let's go to bed. I think I am ready to fill your pussy with cum. We can talk about what we will do with the Culligan Man comes next week. I am going to call him and tell him not to come. No, I said, just ask him to bring his wife for me.

Before you do that, let's watch the video on the big screen. Maybe you will see why you might want to do it again. I Blue Toothed it to a big flat screen. She closed her eyes at first, but when she heard her own panting, she opened them wide. You were pretty hot, babe, pretty damned hot! I had two fingers in her pussy with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other as we watched. Did he finger fuck you before I got home? Yes, she whispered, just like you do. Next Thursday, maybe I should take his cock in my hand and rub it over your tits? Then put it in you. Like this, I said, running my cock over first one tit, then another. You want him to do you? Yes, she said, and not in such a small voice. If that's what you want. I want to see him fuck you. Oh Lord, she said.

Well, you will need to be punished for agreeing to fuck him while I watch. I pulled her to the end of the bed and laid her over my knees. It had been a while since I spanked her, but tonight, I spanked her until my hand hurt too much to continue. There, is that enough punishment? No, she said softly. I threw her on the bed. Then your breasts need attention. Did he suck them? No answer. I held each plump pretty breast but didn't see any bite marks. Squeezing one in one hand. I slapped it with the other. After they both turned red, like her bottom, I bit on the soft flesh around her tits, leaving marks. Oh, she said, oh.

Now that she had been properly punished, she needed to be properly fucked. So, in missionary position, I begin to fuck her harder and faster than ever before, totally indifferent to whether she would cum or not, but then, she reached a huge orgasm, and with her writhing under me, so did I. But the vision in my eyes was her sucking the cum out of the cock of the Culligan Man. I wonder if hers was his tongue in her pussy?

We both lay in bed like two spoons. I whispered, we need the Culligan Man and his wife. We can fuck each other on our king-sized bed together. My cock quivered at the thought. She was quiet, which I took for agreement. Lying in bed, I wondered at her thoughts. Mine were, I have to forgive her if I am going to have these incredible experiences watching her with another man while she sees me with another woman. But will my jealousy begin to eat our relationship? The Culligan Man and his wife are not real competitors for our love, except possibly in bed. I imagined him entering her from the side so that she could take my cock in her mouth, and we could give her one of the most popular woman's fantasies, being done by two men. A gift for her, but pain for me afterwards, in the memories of her arousal.

Where is our marriage headed, I wondered. But somehow, I couldn't imagine pulling out from what she started. Pulling out, a pun, I thought. I squeezed her breasts. She sighed. I was drifting off to sleep playing my video over and over in my mind. Imagining more videos. My wife's hand reached around and took my cock in it. So, she too was thinking about today, probably holding his cock in her hand to her mouth. And both of us were imagining next week. Which I will write about in Part II.