Repair your broken love - Sex Stories

Repair your broken love

... is as a woman. Now she is trying to learn who she is as a person, but her mother’s side is showing, coming out of her in defense for Mike not being the man she expected him to be. You can see when it happened. It was exactly two years six months and three days ago. At ten minutes past twelve o’clock, Mike sets down the screw gun and takes off his tool belt and walks out the front door. She knows she broke him and her mother inside her is yelling, “About time!” But she loves him and what they have is worth saving in her eyes. She knows she has to work fast before the scars start to set in for good. He hasn’t done anything in the last two weeks. So this is her chance. On goes the tool-belt and then with ladder, she enters the room. She sets the ladder down and looks up at the ceiling light then back to the door, going for the new ceiling fan box. She opens the door and steps out, only to hook the door knob to the hammer hook on the tool belt and she falls, hanging from her tool belt and door knob. She looks upside-down at her husband who is seated and laughing, trying not to look directly at her. The door keeps swinging open and closed as she tries to stand up. Finally standing and unhooking herself she walks out of the door. Her husband jumps up from his chair, nearly tripping over a tool box. He looks up as the sound of glass breaking comes through the door window pane is this box, with the words ‘CEILING FAN MODEL 5001 easy fool proof installation’ on it. followed by a slow ...

... soft knocking on the door. He opens the door and says, “I guess it was locked.” She opens the box and starts assembling the fan, incorrectly of course. Setting up the ladder she makes sure to leave the lock on one side not locked and climbs the ladder, knowing the next part could hurt her, but she goes ahead. In the name of love, she puts the screwdriver into the bare wires and sparks fly. She swings toward Mike as he grabs her, falling to the easy chair and breaking her fall. Shaking she hugs him, whispering, “I need you. You are the man of my dreams and you know how to do these things. I was wrong to let my mother’s ideas and feelings sneak out of me.” He looks at her for the longest time as he watches her about to speak in a desperate plea for him to say something. He stands up, holding her and sets her in the easy chair saying, “Let a man do this.” She smiles that seductive smile. Watching him work she is happy once again and sips his beer as he works. She watches him climb up and down the ladder and each time she is slipping off a piece of clothing and drinking some more of the beer. He does not notice until she has her top off. Now he slips a step on the ladder and smiles. She motions with her finger and then turns around and finishes as she watches his pants bulge behind the tool belt. He looks down as he starts to come towards him. She has her hand shaped like she is holding a rod up to her cheek she is using her tongue to push out her other cheek and moves her hand ...