The Clumsy Intern

The Clumsy Intern watch trailerMore brazzersWatch Deep In Gabi’s AssWatch Vaping GILFs Go CockwildGo to PureTabooGo to VixenBrazzers’ newest talk show, Morning Wood, is about to start filming when the producer realizes the teleprompter’s broken. Luckily, the ambitious (and flirtatious) sexy intern, Lulu Chu, convinces the show’s host, Isiah Maxwell, to let them handle writing up the cue cards. Lulu’s conveniently clumsy (and sneaky) and knowing she’s already got Isiah’s full attention, she drops her marker and manages to get Isiah to go down on his knees under the desk, where their wet pussy awaits to be licked! When it’s finally showtime, Lulu continues with the hijinks, flashing Isiah while holding up the cue cards, and he can’t keep his eyes of their perky tits, or manage to read his lines. The producer calls for a break, which allows Lulu and Isiah to get to what they’re both craving: a good, hard fucking before the show goes on!“I booked a cabin for us in Cadillac, Michigan for three nights. This is our chance! Don’t say no! Just make my day and say yes!” I’m in the middle of making my husband breakfast on a normal Sunday morning when I get the text.My heart started racing. I put the phone down and turned my attention back to the eggs frying in the pan, my mind whirling with a mixture of emotions.Could I do this? I’m married, I’m fifty-three, I’m not sexy at all! I have so many doubts running through my mind I almost burn the eggs.“Wendy!” my husband’s voice brings me back to the task at hand. “You’re burning my eggs. Fuck, can’t you do anything right, lately, and do something with your hair. I hate it. It makes you look like an old hag!”My hands shake a little as I flip the eggs and butter his toast. A tear tries to roll down my face, but I quickly wipe it away.What has my life become at fifty-three years old? I work full-time and I manage everything at home. My husband is disabled; we stopped having sex years ago, and the sound of my voice gets on his nerves. I feel broken and unloved. More importantly, I feel unwanted.Could I have a three-day fling with a great, sexy man I met online? No, I shouldn’t do it; it’s wrong.“Wendy, you can’t even make my eggs right, I said ‘over easy’,” he pokes his fork into the yoke and nothing comes out. “What a dumb bitch!” he covers them with ketchup. I grab my phone and go to the bathroom.Tears are now falling down my face. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know it’s cheating, but I need to feel the hands of a man again, one that sees me as more than a maid, a cook, and a paycheck. I need to feel desired, even if it’s only for three days.My hands are shaking as I read the text again. Just as I’m starting to respond to the text, another one comes through.“Wendy, don’t second guess yourself. I want you, I need you, and I’ve seen your body multiple times. This is our chance, trust me!”I can’t stop shaking, and then I’m yanked back to reality, “Wendy, bring me a pop when you come to get my plate, and hurry the fuck up, I want to take a shower!”That was the last straw. I text back, “I will make it work!”Within seconds, a huge smiling face emoji is on my screen. I’m smiling at the screen and then I put my phone in my pocket, wipe the smile from my face, and walk into the kitchen.It’s mid-June and I have about three weeks to plan my getaway to Cadillac. I’m excited and terrified at the same time. I haven’t been with another man in over thirty-four years. I never thought I would be one of those women. I’m strong and independent, I don’t rely on a man for my happiness, but, living in this sexless marriage is taking its toll on me.Over the years I have read so many summer-fling romance novels that I can picture how this will turn out in my head. But, for now, I need to stay focused. The planner in me needs to take over for now.In the cabin with my secret lover is where I will let, “Mistress Contessa”, out to play.The three weeks fly by. I spent some hidden, rainy-day money on a few sexy, night