The Apoka Collective

The Hand Job

by Rip Peterson

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So for two months, I got weekly hand jobs.

And I’ll be honest, I didn’t notice the changes at first.

She lost the weight she put on from having kids. Her boobs weren’t sagging anymore. Granted, for the boob thing, she wasn’t actually letting me see her naked so I’m not a complete moron. I should have noticed the weight. And that her teeth became whiter. And that she was happy.

Hindsight is a superpower everyone has. But she definitely figured out what my superpower was pretty quickly. And I’m sure you already figured it out too.

It wasn’t until she started bringing her friends around that I figured it out. That was month three.

I wondered how I got so lucky when she invited her friend Vanessa into the bedroom with us. I was pretty excited.

I had been playing a game on my phone, probably Candy Crush or something stupid like that. The game isn’t important, I don’t think.

My wife was all smiles.

I was perplexed.

They both got in bed with me. I skooched into the middle and was erect within a second.

Vanessa glanced at me and then gave my wife a worried look.

“So, just play with it?” Vanessa asked my wife while my wife was pulling down my pants.

“With your hands,” she instructed. “It doesn’t work with your mouth or vag. Hands only for some reason.”

“You’re okay with this?” Vanessa asked my wife.