Peg-O-My-Heart - Pt 3

Late Monday morning finds Peg leaning against the kitchen counter, staring out the window, sipping on a cup of coffee as she attempts to wake up. Still in her nightgown and a ratty old bathrobe, curlers in her hair, she isn't in any particular hurry this morning. She's got the house to herself, Pete having gotten the kids to school and gone to work himself hours ago.

Pete, having begrudgingly come to the realization that his wife's real estate business has far exceeded what he makes at the car lot, has already gotten into the habit of playing 'daddy daycare'. With a brand new boat in the driveway and their mortgage nearly paid off, he stopped complaining some time ago.

For as much as he hated it at first, Pete has taken a blind eye to her unorthodox sales methods. What little grumblings he does have for his wife nowadays is due to their sex life. Or lack there of. Clueless as to what actually transpires inside of her sales homes, he's simply chalked up Peg's lack of a sex drive to her machine-like business acumen. She never seems to take a day off anymore.

Not unlike making use of all of the sale homes amenities, something else has become another perk of the job. A not-unwelcome side effect of taking ones clothes off as a sales gimmick is that it inevitably leads to sex in some form or fashion. Sometimes it's a burden, depending upon the customer, but most times it ends in an amicable culmination for all parties evolved. They 'get off' and she (more often than not) gets a sale. By the end of most days, having had to 'facilitate' a half dozen or more potential customers, Peg just doesn't have the energy left to see to Pete's needs as well.

As for the gimmick itself, most folks just like to watch. 'Taking in the sights', ogling at her curvy figure while she struts from room to room, peeling off her clothes as she does so. A constant bulge in their trousers or a visibly wet panty-region pretty much guarantees a sale. Receiving the occasional 'finger bang' (and maybe a reciprocal 'handy') from the more reserved customers isn't unheard of. Likewise, she's lost count of the number of times she's sat naked between a couple of potential buyers, one hand stroking a shaft as the other slips into 'the vee' while discussing purchasing options and remodeling potential.

Others, however, prefer to fully participate. Undressing while she does, flaunting and eyeing each others often times generously proportioned goods throughout the home tour, with judicious amounts of consensual masturbation along the way. A little stroking in the kitchen pantry, some fingering in the upstairs walk-in closet, maybe some fellatio out on the pool deck. Inevitably, Peg usually winds up doggystyle in the middle in of the living room floor, some newlywed husband pounding her relentlessly from behind while she buries her face between his blushing bride's legs to seal the deal.

With no open houses scheduled for today, Peg only plans to go into the office for a few hours to take care of some outstanding paperwork and make a few sales calls. She doesn't even bother to put on her usual business attire, instead opting of her usual pink turtleneck and a pair of 'mom jeans'. After exchanging the usual pleasantries with Goofy as she's headed out the door, Peg arrives at her office a short while later.
Locking the front door behind her and ignoring the flashing answering machine, she sits down her desk and gets to work. Sign this. Collate that. File this. Itemize that. Busy, busy, busy. Productive as she may be, she's also...

Peg: (thinking, rolling her eyes) Yes. The glamorous side of real estate. Soooo fucking boring.

Popping the top button on her jeans, Peg eases down the zipper and lets her hands slip inside. Grazing the entirety of her silk-covered mound with her fingertips, top to bottom, again and again. she allows herself a halting inhale followed by a yearning, almost silent sigh on the exhale.
Zoning out, all but ignoring the cars zipping past her office window, Peg hooks a finger, pulling the white silk undergarment aside, then plunges the same finger between her already sopping wet labia. In and out, methodically curling her finger into her with every stroke, she already feels a little tinge of tingling deep inside her.

Peg: Mmm-hmmm. Th-that's what I need. Whh... Won't take long.

Slipping a second finger inside, letting out a low moan, she's completely oblivious to the people walking past her office window. Likewise, mere feet away, the passing strangers are completely unaware, caught up their own conversation as Peg digs the fingernails of her free hand into armrest of her office chair.

The tingle becomes a wave, pushing up from inside. Growling, almost animal-like, doubled forward towards the desk, she quickens her thrusts, when...

The phone rings.

Peg:  No! No! Noooo! So close!

Snatching her hand out of her unmentionables, shivering as the wave of anticipation suddenly recedes, she reaches for the receiver.

Peg: The fucking sky had better be falling!

Quickly glancing at the incoming phone number, Peg audibly growls. It's the same young couple as before. At first she was certain than they were simply coming to her open houses for a free show, but it's become obvious to her that they are in fact looking to buy a house. Offer and counter-offer, again and again...fix this, repair that. They're not freeloading, but rather, just really hard to please.

Peg thought she'd had them sold on the last house she'd shown them...while in her bikini. But no, not even after the reserved 'handy' treatment that time around, they wouldn't budge. This may require slightly more drastic measures.

Putting on her best, cheery business voice, Peg picks up the receiver.

Peg: Thank you for calling Peg-o-My-Heart Realty, this is Peg speaking. How my I help you?

Original Art by Roger Bacon
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2