Jason complained to my wife, then he complained to me.
"She just won't stop!," he said, showing me a credit card statement filled with Teemu, Amazon, Etsy, and Facebook Marketplace purchased
"And it's all SHIT!" he cried out, almost in tears.
Jen was a new mother, stressed, trying to care for a beautiful 7-month-old baby boy while dealing with a 12-year-old daughter and an eight-year-old son. It was hard, he tried to understand, but Jason was at the end of his rope.
"I'm running out of money, space, and patience." he said in a text.
My wife went over while Jason was at work to assess the situation. He wasn't kidding. Box after box was stacked in the living room. Many still sealed, worse, too many open with contents poking out, starting to tip, scatter, and cover what little floor space was left empty.
Becky came home and said it was worse than she imagined. Jen wouldn't get rid of anything.
A broken air-fryer "could be fixed".
An unfinished puzzle would be completed.
A sewing project would be a really cute dress, size 4y, for a daughter pushing 13.
A "million-dollar idea" to "revolutionize" hospital gowns had covered her sewing machine for 9-months.
And freeze-dried food, emergency MREs, and prepper material stacked in the corner, collected for the "inevitable" fall and confrontations predicted in scripture.
"Thank God she doesn't like guns," Jason said, "or we'd have an armory to deal with."
Jen told Becky that she hadn't had sex with Jason since the baby arrived even though labor and delivery had been a breeze.
Her shopping intensified post-partum which gave Becky and idea.
"She's tense, overwhelmed, exhausted, and completely pent-up." Beck said.
Beck stood up and began to pantomime the moment, "She was sitting at her kitchen table, tears in her eyes, looking at a stack of unpaid bills, and, you know, I felt awful. I stood behind her and patted her on her shoulders, and she asked for a hug, begged really, So I leaned down from behind, and wrapped my arms around her."
Becky bent over to demonstrate, and her t-shirt gapped a bit, showing her beautiful bra and cleavage.
"But she was sitting down, so all I could do was wrap my arms around her shoulders and my hands brushed against the sides of her breasts and she gasped, and you know what, Gary?" she asked.
"What?" I played along.
"I think she had a mini-gasm."
"What?" I asked, suddenly very interested in her story.
"Seriously," she continued, "I think she would have cum if I touched her on purpose. When we pulled apart, her t-shirt was damp, she's still nursing you know, and she started to leak, and f-me Gary," she said, shivering as she stood tall, "It was so so so sexy."
"You should have helped her out." I said, only half-joking, "She obviously needs release."
"I've been thinking about it ever since," Becky said, "I know she's on your Hall Pass list, you stared at her at church for 9 months while she was pregnant and I caught you trying to catch a glimpse while she was nursing at the Anderson's party."
I waved Becky over and unzipped my pants, scooting to the edge of the couch.
"Can I help being attracted to beautiful, fertile women?"
I pulled my pants and boxes to the floor and pointed at my hard cock. Always the obedient wife, she got on her knees, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and took me in her mouth.
She kneeled in front of me, "I don't blame you when it comes to Jen."
Becky was a dream wife, beautiful, thrift, organized, great in the kitchen, wonderful with the kids, and compliant and subservient in bed, or wherever her skills where required.
As I slowed pumped my hard cock in and out of her mouth, I mused out loud about how I could help Jason.
"Jen needs to cum, cum hard, and cum often." Becky's tongue swirled around my head, and I held her in place, thrusting up into her, controlling her, using her as my inspiration.
"I could send you over," I teased, "you could clean her bedroom and get her nursing station clean and ready. When little Cody is ready, you bring him to her and help him latch on. As he drinks from her full nipples (I thrust a little harder), you rub her shoulders, neck, and breasts. When Cody's done, you pull out the nipple cream and apply it for her."
I felt Becky's mouth tightening around my shaft. I sit and pull Becky's skirt up high above her waist, giving her bare ass a slap, a sign that she is to spread for me.
"You may touch." I say as I lay back. Becky's free hand slides between her legs and she begins to moan.
"Depleted of milk, exhausted and aroused, she gives in to your touch, and you take her breasts in her hands and play with them, pulling them to your lips, as you taste her milk, sucking out the last drops as your hand spreads her aching thighs. Putty in your hands, she spread and begs, and you give her the climax she so desperately needs."
In perfect timing, Becky cums on her fingers and buries my cock in her throat, signaling she is ready for me, and with that permission, my orgasm fills her mouth, and our groans fill our home with the sound and scent of pleasure.
Her hips twitch in climax and she grinds her chin against the base of my cock, swallowing every drop.
I hold her head in place and fill her until she pushes back and gasps for air.
She sits back on her ankles, makes a show of swallowing the last drops, and brings her glistening hand to my mouth, giving me the gift of her wet fingers.
She falls forward, kisses the tip of my still pulsing cock, licking the droplet that hands in the tip, and smiles up at me.
"Do you think Jason will go for it?" she asks?
I lean in for a kiss, tasting my cum on her breath. "He might not need to know."
We both laugh and help each other up.
Time for a shower, we don't want to be late for church.
"I hope she wears the green dress," I say.
"I like the blue flowered one." Becky says, removing the last of her clothes before the shower.
"Why that one?" I ask.
"Because she can't wear panties with that skirt," Becky winks, "and I like that."
She takes me by the hand, and we go upstairs, hoping to find a way to help our friends.
Part 2: Free Advice is worth what you pay for it: Curing a Hoarder - Part 2
