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That banging is starting to annoy me, the roofers working on my neighbor’s house constantly banging away. I’m still working from home, log on at 8.30, and plow through my usual workload. I can get through it pretty quickly and be on to my now normal housework. I do a wash, Monday, and Thursday weather permitting, hoover upstairs and down once a week, and have the dishes out the way before my wife gets home.She has had to get back into the office, her job is more important than mine and much better paid. So I have the place tidy and a meal ready for her after a hard day, as I feel a partner should do nowadays. My dad chides me with, “proper little housewife aren’t you?” but he’s just too old-fashioned, those stereotypes are outdated.I feel also that I need to keep busy to stop my growing constant horniness, I have a compulsion lately for sneaking on to porn sites during the day. What starts as a quick look is soon an hour-long fall into a perverted rabbit hole, definitely a downside to home working. Not helped by my wife’s lethargy from a hard day’s work, usually falling asleep against me on the sofa.Today I hurried through my work so I could get in the weekly shopping before the afternoon rush and be back before my afternoon zoom meeting. Sarıyer escort bayan All was good before minutes into the meeting starts the banging, I try to smile embarrassedly as they all moment on the noise. “Not much I can do about it, sure they’ll be finished soon,” I laugh.Later as I put out my washing on the line I glanced up and saw the culprits for the first time. It looks like a father and son, an older man in his sixties I’d guess making the noise. His son looked more in his thirties, his muscles bulging through a tight t-shirt as he carried the tiles. Ripped jeans molded to his firm buttocks, as he bends to pick up the next pile.”Hey,” he waves down. “If anything drops into your garden, could you pop it back over?”Oh my, his face is as gorgeous as the body. Disheveled black hair blowing over a devilishly handsome face, a sexy grin accompanied the question. For a second I never heard him so lost in his face, till I stuttered out a, “yes yes no problem mate.”  Mate added to make myself seem more masculine, I don’t come across this kind of man at the office. This adonis grinned down at me and gave me a wink confirming that he had caught me watching. Mortified at him catching me staring Silivri escort I ran back inside, my face was crimson with embarrassment. For the first time since University, I masturbated over the image of another man, to clear my shame and confusion before my wife got home.~~~~~~~~Can’t concentrate on my inputting, I can hear him moving outside in the garden, lifting and carrying the tiles. I have to look, cannot help my impulses to stare at him. Peering through the curtains, a noticeable intake of breath as I see the shirtless figure. Sweat dripping off his muscular hairy chest, I can almost reach and out and run my hands through it.’Jesus I am a married man, stop this now.’ ‘Concentrate on your work and get back to being the upright husband you are.’ My cock is hardening from his picture burned in my mind, my hand dropping to stoke my bulge in my joggers. I wonder if he’s large all over, a smile of pleasure all over my face at the idea of what’s hidden in those jeans.A few more peeks out my window and I’m off for my getting to be regular afternoon shower. Letting the water run over me and closing my eyes thinking of that hot hunk of a man. A real man as my father would say, doing real men’s work. Escort Topkapı Getting his hands dirty, not poncing about in an office like me. Soaping my cock as I lean against the tiles, dreaming of him. Working up to a frenzied orgasm with his face and body flashing through my mind.Have to clean up the shower again before my wife gets home, on more daily job added to my list. I wonder how long their job will last, how long I will get my free daily sexual stimulant.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As soon as she’s left, I’m straight on my laptop to plow through my work. The sooner I finish the longer I can secretly perve on my object of lust. So many damn spelling mistakes today, my excitement is getting the better of me, praise be to the spellchecker. I lunge to the window as soon as I hear the first stirring of noise, there he is busting out if his jeans and t-shirt as usual.As my eyes linger on his every inch, I can hear my heart thump and my hands tremble. Before I know they’re packing up and loading the van, I check the clock. ‘Can it be dinner time already, have I lusted over him for hours?’ When the van departs I collapse disappointed on the bed, with the real fear that they might have finished the job.Still my cock is hard and awaiting it’s shower time, I strip and step into the warm water thinking of him. ‘Jesus is that the doorbell?’ I stretch my head out to listen. ‘Damn it, it is.’ Wrapping my towel around my waist I drip my way downstairs. As I open the door I’m confronted by the looming figure of my workman, grinning at me.

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