Chapter 3: Seven Plus One to Fuck

Time passed. I kept getting twinges thinking about introducing my wife to the Candy Lady.

Males can be quite dumb when entranced with sexual desire (pretty much most species) when they feel the light is green, even caution yellow, flashing danger, bovine poised encountering unusual beauty, sexy, titillating readily available. A male could conjure up thinking a life mate might possibly consider joining the foray sparked by the same delusion driving him and his penis around with a brain fart lack of blood supply. “How could she not? Doesn’t she realize it’s every guy’s dream, my friend, my Candy Lady?”

What an idiot. I had no clue, testosterone testing the theory like a willfully taken uncontrolled poison.

I thought it better to be patient, perhaps for opportunity to bring up the idea, might make itself available at some point, magic. My candy lady had already shown interest in the three of us together if she wasn’t just toying with me which was the female forte. Maybe she was just using me, fucking me worth her while gathering material for her book. Unlike parochial boy, me, she could easily consider fucking some guy, an aside with pleasure, on her way to a goal especially after I told her I was neutered, safe.

I kept asking during visits to her magnificent home, did the neighbors ever mention, act suspicious about the number of service calls she required for her boiler? She always acted like it was nothing, nothing to worry about. I couldn’t believe that. But apparently she was a Renaissance women ahead of her time.

I would have liked to occasionally park behind the house but it wasn’t possible, no alley. They had an old fashioned single car garage built into the hill street side. The husband used it. That was it. It connected to a tunnel leading into basement level where the furnace was. I could have parked a block away but carrying my tools that far would have been difficult. And I didn’t want to appear to be a lone guy, same stranger arriving, climbing the long steps up to the front door carrying nothing and then staying inside for a couple of hours, maybe more, doing what?

The neighbors knew when the husband was out of town. He wasn’t arriving in his garage. Surely they were all chatty and I was a rogue male dog sniffing around.

So, she kept reassuring me all was good, nothing would happen with her neighbors, to quit worrying and get busy with my chores doing the extended service work starting between her legs. She was so sure of herself but sweet and I was horny, the blood supply to my brain consistently interrupted for the need dedicated to pumping up my penis for her pleasure.

Finally, one night call, she actually had a no heat situation. I had to finish the job I was on with my partner. I promised to be at her place as soon as I could, “You know”. It was late November and the heating season was getting well under way. We had been working on a particularly awful old hot air furnace. It should have been replaced years before. It was in the customer’s basement and it was giving us a terrible time. We were both exhausted from the day’s work.

To this day I’m still not sure why it started exploding on startup and refusing to recover from it. The furnace was full of soft fluffy black soot floating all over everything. That was the penchant of crusty old oil furnace dinosaurs.

We suspected the ignition transformer, weak spark or dead and we took all lengths to make sure everything was perfect, settings, oil supply. The heat exchanger was hot after several starts, attempts, testing. But when the burner started one more time the fire went out, oil continued to spray into the hot firebox for just a moment before we could get the thing turned off waiting for an odd delayed ignition.

The oil had evaporated on the hot bricks and when the late spark hit the gaseous fuel the blow back would set off a concussion that was awesome, ears ringing. What was all smoke in the basement was suddenly gone in the exploding atmosphere. By the third time this happened my partner and I were both shell shocked, really pissed off. The exhaust pipe was in pieces on the floor. I was ready to seek a new profession.

[So incredibly frustrating, well... ]

In all our years we had seen lots of bad functioning equipment, to say the least. But this ornery thing was totally exasperating. Finally, after the basement was scattered with soot all over we got the thing to run right. I’d had it for the day except now the Candy Lady was needing me. Of all times. I had to pull myself together and go perform. My partner who had endless access to girl friends knew of my exploits and he laughed as we parted. “Good luck sooty-boy lover! Keep your pecker up.”

I arrived, tools hauled up to my waiting lady friend and then down to the basement. She seemed surprised I appeared extra scruffy and dirty, tired. I was just beat and surely smelled awful which I apologized for.

Her problem was just a plugged nozzle and thankfully there was no water contamination in the fuel oil tank. That would have required a lot more work and time.

When I finished the work I was invited up for beer and a shared bath. Out of all the customer base at the heating oil company not one other client came even close to this one. This was the single home, only client, where I got tuned up after finishing the boiler work.

“I hope your nozzle isn’t also plugged up too dear,” she laughed.

Nobody else was home, boys now in a private finishing school in California. As usual the husband was gone on business out of town. I always let the Candy Lady be in charge and I would pleasure her to the extreme especially if I could be cleaned up soaking with her help.

“So I had a plugged nozzle you say?” She smiled and pulled on mine. “Here, let me unplug this for you.”

She had helped remove my clothes, dirty, awful and the feeling of her warmth on my skin was like a fever broke. I shivered so aroused by her soft mouth and suddenly climaxed again and again; I almost tipped over. I apologized but laughed. “I know you. You aren’t going to have delayed ignition problem like I had today,” and I gave my statement a second thought wondering as she immediately shared a juicy kiss ... So it was my turn to dive into her crotch. And she was eager.

As I perused her vagina I explained about our last job and the problems we had. “I don’t know why you take chances with that work of yours.” “But if I wasn’t your boiler/furnace man I wouldn’t be here bringing you up to date, raising your temperature and making up these funny furnace analogies to our making love. You know I can love you up and make you happy. I can also fix your boiler. Ask me. There are other skills I have as well.” She gave me a look, querying. “Hmmmm,” as she grabbed my hair to force my tongue deeper and put me to work, shut me up.

This time our bath was extra wonderful especially because I so needed it. I sank into the real heat and it tingled on every inch of my mid section as she sat on it. I was extra sensitive. And with a beautiful lady playing, unplugging my nozzle, what more could I ask for.

I laughed so loud. I was having my depth charge climaxes under water. She sat on my orgasm-mini volcano which was the cause of it all and we played whales as a friend of mine used to call the water sports with his lover.

My vague memories remembered something about the force of my younger years ejaculations. I’d told her about it before and now I envisioned a nuclear submarine firing a missile causing her to lift out of the water. What a mess that would be. She gave a funny look and sharp tickled me.

“I’ve never heard of someone doing that orgasm thing as often as you.” “Oh?,” I said. “I love it but wonder why or how you do that.” I laughed. “There’s a reason I guess but my memory why is vague. I just do and I love it too. Sometimes I have a recollection, kind of weird. Well, it’s no matter. The more the merrier and sometime I’ll tell you more about my adventures for your book. I know you probably won’t believe me.”

She climbed out of the tub and said she was going to get us something downstairs, start the wash taking care of my dirty clothes and she disappeared dripping.

I waited finishing off my third beer and feeling pretty good, so relaxed after a number of great orgasms. Time passed. Finally she called up saying, “Bring your penis downstairs honey. I have something to show you. This will really get you aroused. You love role playing and this is the bomb.” I wondered “What in the hell is she up to?”

I thought I’d fool her a bit and be really sticking straight out when I descended the stairs like I was going to fuck her on the spot. I kept myself good and proud and found her cold cream container which I took most of and smeared it heavy all over my penis and balls. I subdued my laughing all the way down into the living room trying to hold it back, sneaking.

It was totally dark, no lights on and she whispered, “Shhhhhh. Come here.” I carefully slid my feet across the carpet toward her voice, penis in the lead until we touched bodies and she said, “Oh nice. Here, let me have that. Eeuuuuw, goo? What?”

She started massaging me, smearing and making me dizzy with the lubricated feel so I gave no thought to planting my tongue in her mouth as we kissed. The moment grabbed me, entirely, suddenly and I had an orgasm. I completely gave myself to it moaning so, caressing her when suddenly the lights came on and a group of women were laughing and cheering. I was totally in shock still ejaculating. I wasn’t kissing my Candy lady but somebody else. “Who are you?!,” I gasped. She was massaging my balls.