Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  “What? What is it now? It’s probably not good enough to host macho man Declan is it?”

  Jack sneered his disgust at Alicia’s provocative body language.

  “Oh it’s okay honey, you weren’t to know. It’s just that Declan looks so much more refined than you average men. I think maybe tonight would be a good night to use that fine china that your Aunt was so good to get us for our wedding?”

  “Of course, only the best for King Declan. The man that we’ve just met two hours ago.”

  “It’s in the attic honey, could you fetch it for me? I’ll clean up this mess here.”

  Jack grunted something under his breathe in reply before storming up the hall towards the attic.

  “Don’t forget the chair baby. You know your little legs are too short to reach all the way up there. Take something to stand on.”

  “I’ll be fine!”

  For the first time in almost a year Alicia was finally getting under the skin of her husband. She had tried for months to evoke some degree of passion in him without as much as a hint of success.

  “Can you manage that babe? Wow, who knew plates could be so heavy huh?”

  Jack shot Alicia a disgruntled look as he struggled to lift the cardboard box down from above his head. His legs shook as he stood on the chair and he only just made it back down to the relative safety of the carpeted hallway, lowering the box down and holding it close to his stomach for additional support. A bead of sweat dropped from his brow as he began to walk shakily towards the kitchen.

  “Here let me help you with that. It’s too heavy for you.” Alicia smirked condescendingly as she reached in and tried to relieve her husband of the fine china.

  “I’ve got it!” Jack’s spat his response as he stormed down the hall before eventually dropping the box onto the kitchen table as the plates rattled inside.

  “Thanks honey.” Alicia smirked as she ripped open the sealed box and began unloading the fancy plates onto the table, placing them with meticulous precision onto the hardwood table. Jack collapsed back into one of the leather arm chairs as he struggled to regain his breath.

  “Are you okay babe? I told you that you should have let me help you. The doctor told you not to be over exerting yourself. At least now we have Declan around if any heavy lifting needs to be done around here.”

  Jack just shook his head as he struggled to regain his breath. He reached into his pocket and took out a translucent box filled with small pink pills and swallowed two without water.

  ***

  “There you go babe. That looks much better.”

  Jack batted Alicia’s hand away as she tried to straighten up his tie for the second time since Declan had arrived. The stud of a visitor smirked again as he took his place at the table, dressed altogether more casually than his two new neighbors. He wore a pair of tight jeans complete with stylish rips throughout, showing more bulging thigh muscle than Jack cared for in his house. He had changed from his glistening white v neck into a similarly fashioned black v neck, the color complementing his smooth tanned skin. Jack sat at the far end of the table, dressed like an uncomfortable child as his meddled with the top button of his shirt in an attempt to free up his already congested airways.

  Sat at the side of the table was Alicia, in between the two men in her life. She had gone all out to impress. She wore a fancy black dress. It was her go to outfit for weddings and fancy occasions but she had had it altered so that it was now short and revealing as opposed to a long ball gown. A silver necklace draped around her neck with matching silver ear rings catching the light at various angles, almost blinding the two men. After serving a starter of homemade soup she took her placed and immediately angled her chair so that she was facing Declan. She planted her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the palm of her hand as her glossy lips parted to a smile, revealing glowing white teeth.

  “Jack was wondering how you get yourself in such good shape Declan. I think he is a little too shy to ask though.”

  Jack’s jaw dropped as he attempted to clear himself of this false statement but Alicia merely cut him off just by raising her index finger to him. He bowed his head, unable to look Declan in the eye as the stud smiled across the table at him, leaning in closer to Jack’s wife.

  “Well it’s my life really. I have been in the army for almost five years now so you’ve no option but to stay in shape really. But even before that I always looked after myself. Any man who respects himself does really. You look like you take care of yourself Jack. What keeps you so slim? Running? Swimming?”

  “Asthma.”

  Before Jack even had a chance to open his mouth Alicia had answered the question for him as she shared another laugh with the handsome blonde at his expense.

  “Jack here has never even seen the inside of a gym. He’s more of a computer kind of guy. Even if he tried to do any exercise he wouldn’t be able. He’d keel over panting for air and I’d have to run over with his inhaler. Why just half an hour ago he struggled to lift a couple of plates out of the attic for me. Can you believe that?

  “It’s actually more serious than just plain old asthma.” Jack replied in his defense, “the whole problem is caused by..”

  Before he could finish Alicia cut him off, stretching across the table and placing her hand on Declan’s forearm.

  “It’s just so solid! What’s your secret? Push-ups?”

  “Yeah well we have to do a lot of those in our training but really the number one exercise for any man is the bench press. That’s how to build real muscle. Last week I broke my own record. Two hundred and fifty pounds I managed.”

  “Wow! Did you hear that honey? Two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s about twice your weight isn’t it?”

  For the third time the two flirts shared a laugh at the expense of the humiliated Jack who decided to get away from this scene by standing up and collecting the three bowls after they had all finished their starter.

  “Quite a little housewife you’ve got yourself!”

  Declan smiled up at Jack as he cleared away his bowl before dropping them into the sink and walking to the oven to finish the preparations on the dinner. He looked back over towards the table and noticed how Alicia had moved her chair down the side of the table. She was now sitting almost at the corner, perched on top of Declan, making his blood boil. He felt his breath shorten again as he tried to regain his composure and not give her the satisfaction of letting her know that what she was doing was really getting on his nerves.

  By the time they had finished up the last of their dinner, Alicia was almost on top of Declan. Jack could clearly see her leg rubbing up against the material of his jeans as he remained completely isolated from the conversation that they were engrossed in.

  “If you have any free time at all tomorrow maybe you could come over and cut the grass at the front of the house for me? Jack has a long day at work tomorrow and with his condition I he doesn’t really have the power to cope with it anymore. I could really use a fit and healthy man around here every so often if you wouldn’t mind. I’m sure we could find some way to pay you back.”

  Jack felt the anger rise up inside him again as Alicia made this pathetic excuse to bring the hot stud over again. The grass had always been tended to by Alicia’s nephew who lived on the next block over. Now the thought of Declan coming over to his house with his wife while he slaved away by a computer in the city made him want to stand up and scream at her. But of course, being the reserved character that he was, Jack merely sat there and played with his foot, staring deeply at his plate so he wouldn’t have to eye up the disrespectful flirting that was taking place under his own roof.

  “That’s no problem at all my dear neighbor. I can call around in the morning time, maybe at about 10am or so? And we don’t need to worry about paying me back. After this dinner I can only imagine what kind of lunch you might have in store for me”

  Declan’s eyes twinkled as he shot a sly grin down the table, making eye contact with Jack
for less than two seconds before the weak husband averted his gaze and stirred his coffee for what must have been the twentieth time.

  ***

  Jack finished his toast before uncorking his container and popping two more pink pills before climbing into his car and pointing it in the direction of the city. The clock in his car had barely moved past 6:30am and there were no signs of life from any of the other houses in Ashton Street. That was until he looked in his rear view mirror.

  Standing on his front lawn, chopping logs in half was Declan. The sun was only up less than an hour but already it was turning into one of those horrendously warm days with hardly a breathe of air to be caught. Declan was shirtless, wearing what looked like the same jeans as he had on the previous night. He held a large rusty axe which must have been extremely heavy as Jack noticed how every muscle in his upper body rippled as he brought it up over his head and smashed it powerfully into the heart of one of the logs, splitting it clean in two with just that one blow.

  Jack had stopped his car in the middle of the street as he stared at the hulk of a man through his mirror. After thirty seconds of staring, Declan looked up from his work and flashed a grin and a wave at Jack before Jack pulled out and turned left out of Ashton Street.

  ***

  At 9:30am Alicia swung her legs from the bed and threw on her laced dressing gown. The house was already hot after Jack had decided not to turn the air conditioning on so that he wouldn’t wake his beautiful wife. Alicia walked down the hall way and finally felt the relieving coldness of the tiles of her kitchen against the soles of her bare feet. She flicked a switch that caused the air conditioning to power into action before spilling out the half pot of coffee that had gone cold since Jack had left this morning.

  She walked out to her front door and opened it, breathing in the warm air as she collected the newspaper that lay at the bottom of her porch. She glanced over at Declan’s house where there was no sign of activity.

  She sat down in the arm chair that Jack had sunk into the previous night and began reading her paper, excited for what might lie ahead that day. She had hardly been able to sleep a wink that night as all she could think about was the dusty haired stud from next door. After a few minutes she folded her paper in half and let it rest on her lap. She closed her eyes tight and began to visualize him again. She pictured him in his army uniform, he huge frame still evident behind the baggy attire. As she sat there, she began mentally undressing him, picturing what his skin looked like as she removed each layer of clothes from his body in her head. She worked from the top up, first revealing his glistening upper body in her head. She pictured his broad shoulders and bulging chest muscle, running right down to his defined abdominal muscles, the very picture that her husband had seen that morning. In her mind she began to unbutton his belt and loosen his restricting pants. She wondered what his throbbing member would be like, visualizing in her head a cock that was in keeping with his body, strong and oversized.

  Bang, bang bang.

  Just as he was about to step out of his pants in her mind’s eyes, Alicia was jolted back to reality by a banging coming from her front door. She looked up at the clock that was perched on the window sill of her kitchen. 10am. She had been day dreaming for twenty minutes. But there was no need to day dream any longer.

  “Howdy, I’m all yours, where should I start?”

  Standing before her, just as Jack had seen him early, was the topless Declan. For the first time since she had met him, Alicia found herself struggling to form her words.

  “Oh, sorry about my appearance. I had some work to do this morning and it’s just so darn hot out here today. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Finally, Alicia regained her composure.

  “Oh my, no not at all. Let me show you where everything is.”

  She stepped outside, still in her flimsy silk robe as she brushed in front of Declan and led him around the side of the house. From behind Declan enjoyed a glorious view of her silky smooth legs running all the way up to her toned, plump ass. Here was a woman with more meat on her than her husband had he thought. After years away with the army and no intimate contact with anyone, Declan imagined what it would be like to pump her ass with his throbbing member.

  Declan had been forced to join the army as an out of control twenty one year old after an alcohol induced night club brawl was caught on camera with his face clearly in the middle of it. It brought to an end a glorious spell in his life of drinking, clubbing and picking up women and bringing them back to sleazy motels. Since then he had been living a completely different sort of life. He was a disciplined yet highly frustrated man who longed for just one day of sexual release.

  Alicia slapped her hands down on her silk gown as a gentle breeze threatened to blow it up over her hips. She led Declan into the large, open back garden of their house where there was a small, red, wooden shed. She flicked back the bolt and opened it, allowing Declan to poke his head inside as he brushed past her.

  “Everything you need should be in there. There’s a lawnmower, some bits and pieces for the hedges and flower beds, whatever you need really. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me, it’s just I’m not strong enough to lug that heavy thing around by myself.”

  “I’m more than happy to help my love, it can’t be easy for you with your husband away for such long hours. He must be awful tired when he gets home. I don’t know how you do it really. I know if I was married I’d need someone who is 100% devoted to me.”

  Declan reached in and touched Alicia tenderly on the elbow as he stared into her eyes. They allowed a long moment of silence to drift between them as Alicia felt a burning desire build up inside her, only matched by that of Declan’s.

  “How rude of me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sure Jack is a great man.”

  Alicia allowed herself a long drawn out sigh as she maintained her contact with Declan’s crisp, blue eyes.

  “He can be, but lately it’s just like he’s not trying anymore. He’s so sweet but sometime I just want a..”

  Alicia heard the phone ring inside and cut her conversation short as she turned away from Declan’s smooth touch and began walking briskly back into the house.

  “Sorry Declan, I better get that. Everything you need should be in there, if there’s anything missing just come in and call me. And don’t forget to just come inside for a drink or something to eat whenever you need something. I’ll be around here all day.”

  Alicia ran back into the house but the phone rang out just before she reached it. She walked down her hallway once more and made her way into the bathroom where she proceeded to draw herself a warm bath so that she could relax for a while. Declan began his work outside, thinking about all the things he would love to do to Jack’s wife. If only she was available.

  ***

  Alicia curled her toes just above the surface of the warm water as she relaxed back and continued reading from one of her erotic books. This was her only means of relief. She would lock herself in the bathroom and soak while she read page after page of what she wished her husband, or any man for that matter, would do to her. As the weeks had passed, Alicia began to question herself. At only twenty six years old she began to question if her best days were behind her. Her husband, who had been so loving and romantic when they were dating, had not touched her intimately in weeks.

  For the third time since she had stepped into the bath, the phone rang and rang out. She closed her eyes and slid deeper into the bath, leaving her book to one side. She imagined Declan outside, shirtless and glistening with sweat as she slid a stray hand down below the surface of the water and began probing around between her legs, pleasuring herself as she had been forced to do for weeks on end. She craned her neck back against the tub and arched her back as she probed two fingers against her clit, allowing herself to buck and the water to wade from side to side with her movements as she imagined Declan taking her in ways she had only read about in her books.


  She snapped back to her senses as the phone rang for the fifth time that day, the fourth since she began enjoying her bath. She stepped out, leaving the tub full as she wrapped the silk gown around her dripping body and unlocked herself from the bathroom.

  She left wet prints from the soles of her feet down the length of the hall as she burst through the door of her kitchen, enraged that there was something so vitally important that it had to be discussed during her time of relaxation. But as she entered the kitchen she stopped immediately in her tracks, her wet feet sliding across the tiled floor in shock.

  ***

  “Sorry for frightening you. I knocked first but you must have been busy somewhere so I just let myself in and helped myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Declan was sitting in the arm chair of the kitchen, helping himself to an apple and a large glass of cold water as Alicia had burst in. Warm water from the bath continued to drip from her legs to the tiled surface as she stared at Declan’s equally wet body. He had changed out of his jeans that Alicia had seen him in earlier and was now wearing a skimpy pair of black shorts leaving the majority of his godly body exposed.