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Horny And Lonely

I’ve always had a very high sex drive—an overwhelming desire. Day or night, it doesn’t matter. I’m hot and handy, ready to go. My first husband used to tell his friends that he married a nymphomaniac. We met at a swingers party while participating in a kinky threesome seduction. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep up. Which led me to my second husband, Daniel. Whom I absolutely adore. Our libidos seem to mirror each other. He sleeps on his back and becomes rock hard at all hours of the night. Always hot and handy, expecting my desire.

I wake him up frequently with my warm, wet mouth wrapped around his throbbing, hard cock. Or I just hop on for a late-night ride. There’s just one problem with Daniel. Over the years, his work began pulling him further and further away. What started as occasional trips turned into weeks at a time. Sometimes longer. He promises it’s temporary. Still, patience has a way of echoing when he is no longer hot and handy, and I need attention.

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One evening, Daniel called and told me his younger brother Todd was amid divorce and needed a place to stay for a while. I didn’t hesitate in turning the guest room into a welcoming, comfortable oasis. Happy to have the company. Todd arrived two days later, carrying little more than a duffel bag and a heaviness that seemed to follow him from room to room.

His divorce had blindsided him. Once precocious, outgoing, hot, and handy, now I could see a certain sadness in his tired eyes. Conversations alluded to Todd feeling like he was no longer sure if he belonged anywhere anymore. At first, our days were simple and carefree. I would make him breakfast, and we would chat over coffee in the morning. Evenings spent watching TV from opposite ends of the couch. We kept things light and warm without intrusion.

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Loneliness has a quiet gravity. One night, during Todd’s stay, a storm rolled in. The kind that rattles windows and makes the power flicker. Then suddenly, we found ourselves in complete darkness without the noise of the TV. This horny housewife was ready for anything. I lit a few candles. And in that glow, I saw something shift. Somewhere between the Thunder and the candlelight, the distance between us closed, and suddenly he was right there, hot and handy. It wasn’t reckless or surprising. It was sensual, intimate, and building. Our lips met, the room began to warm up, and the storm outside couldn’t compete with the sparks of lightning between us.

Making our way to the guest room while leaving a trail of clothing. What followed wasn’t rushed or careless. Somewhat hesitant at first, like stepping into unfamiliar water. Both of us, hot and handy, ready for what’s next and then some. Hesitation gave way to something deeper – something we both wanted to feel. Something had changed in both of us. Just knowing there was someone hot and handy on the other side of the guest room door was enough to satiate the loneliness of an empty house. I still looked forward to Daniel’s calls, still told him I missed him. And in many ways, I still did.

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