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I was almost home when I passed our electrician in his van heading back towards town. He saw me too, and we waved to one another. I should have been a little surprised to see him then, because he had usually left well before I got home. But I didn't give it a second thought as I swung my car into our drive and headed for the front door.
"Hi Honey," I called out as I opened the door. "I'm home..."
It was a silly little running gag between us. My wife had recently begun writing full-time, so she had no office to go to. Instead she worked each day in her study at the front of our house, so she was, for a change, usually at home when I returned from my office at the end of the day. We joked that this was a little like the classic 1950's image of the breadwinner coming home to the housewife.
Hence my greeting. And usually, playing her part, she'd call back "I'm here, Honey, in the kitchen," though in fact she'd usually still be at her desk.
But this time there was no response. I glanced into her study. No sign of her. I went through into the kitchen, calling again.
"Hi Honey, I'm...". My voice faltered as I saw one of my favorite dresses of hers in a heap on the kitchen floor. It is light red, almost pink, a favorite as it shows her figure in a modest, yet most alluring way, just short enough to tantalize.
Strange. She wouldn't normally wear something like that on a work day. And she certainly wouldn't leave it in a heap on the kitchen floor. My mind raced. Then I heard her voice.
"I'm here, honey... in the end bedroom!" she called out laughingly. It's our spare bedroom. Not where she'd usually be at this time of day. "Come and join me down here," she added. My cock stirred.
I found her on the bed, propped up on a pile of pillows. The bedclothes were a sweaty tangle. A sheet lay carelessly pulled across her body. Beneath it she was obviously naked, her breasts and limbs outlined by the ******* folds of the fabric. Her bra and panties, lay in a little tangled heap on the floor at the foot of the bed.
She had one hand behind her head and her hair was tousled, and her eyes had that heavy-lidded look. There could be no doubt about it. Something sexy had just happened here .
"What have you been up to?" I asked with a smile.
She wriggled seductively under the sheet.
"Maybe 'ive been a naughty girl", she said. She flashed me her adorable, and this time mischievous smile.
" Our electrician, well, has had some fun, he only finished a few minutes ago, so you nearly caught us. I knew you'd be home any moment, so I thought I'd just wait here for you. I hoped you'd join me."
A word or two of background may be useful here. She and I have been married for some years. We have read erotic stories to each other in bed, and exchanged a few of our own. In the stories we like who seduced whom, how it unfolded, who said what, who did what to whom, how they felt and how the other party behaved. Sometimes a story evolves into a continuing role play of the events. Often it was a man who wasn't the husband getting lucky with the wife.
One of our more elaborate interludes started outside the bedroom. I had her go to a bar right after work one evening across from our usual auto repair shop on the premise she was waiting for her car repairs to be completed. After about 15 minutes I followed her in and found her at the bar. It appeared a few men were sizing her up and one had already sent her a *****.
I showed up in my well worn, but clean, mechanic shirt, complete with name in the white circle, blue jeans and work boots. I told her sorry we've almost finished with her car but it won't be complete until the morning. Using an old repair bill, I showed her the work that had been done. She wondered if she could get a ride, her husband was out of town. I told her of course, but first I needed a beer and of course I bought her, a ***** or two, or three.
We played out a flirtatious conversation and once we got home had a wild ravishing time. One thing she mentioned was that the repair bill really set the scene.
So it is the little things that can have a big effect. I started wondering if she was cleverly staging a sexy story for me? Did something really happen, or is this her creative and sexy mind at work? I played along, it certainly was arousing.
We knew the electrician well enough, as he'd done work for us several times over the past few years, and we had hired him again recently for a major job. He'd been working on it for a week and was supposed to be finished today.
He is a good-looking guy with a thoughtful. amusing, quietly-confident manner. After we'd first met him my wife remarked he had 'bedroom eyes', and I knew what she meant. We joked that he'd be a good fit for the classic 'housewife and tradesman' scenario. But in those days she was not working at home, so she was not around the house during the day while he was working there.
But now she was at home most of the day. He had been around the house a lot. Maybe I should have joined the dots and seen this coming... but I didn't, which made it all the nicer.
"That explains it," I said.
"Explains what?"
"Why the electrician was leaving later than usual today. I saw him just up the street as he drove off. We waved to one another."
"Well did he flash you a smug and self-satisfied smile? He should have, because he's just had a very nice time, if I do say so myself."
" And I hope you have too. And I hope you are going to tell me all about it."
" You just make yourself comfortable, I'll tell you about it."
I joined her in the bed, but left the sheet over her knowing that otherwise her body would be too distracting. Seeing the sheet outline her figure also made it her more alluring, tempting. She has teased me before about my tendencies toward delayed gratification, I guess this was one way to express that. I also left my clothes on, but definitely made adjustments to my erection. Also would there be telltale signs under that sheet? Reddened breasts recently squeezed hard, hints of slipperiness between her legs?
Stepping over the enticing tangle of her discarded bra and panties, "Nice touch", I said, as I sat next to her.
With her shoulders propped up against the bedhead I could watch her face as she spoke, admire her lusciously lolling breasts, and see the outline of her legs.
I could smell the rich aroma of sex coming off her. I could also imagine plainly now that someone else's semen - the electrician's semen - was all over her vagina. Or was that aroma my imagination, mixed with that perfume which she doesnt usually wear?
She began her story. "Well, you know I've always liked the look of our electrician," she said. "He's neat and clean and handsome, and he does have those bedroom eyes. "
"He has a knack of engaging with you very much as a man to a woman, but without overtly hitting on you, though here is that touch of overconfidence. It is a subtle thing, but quite exciting."
"And then I woke up this morning feeling distinctly frisky, as I sometimes too. Just one of those days when sex pushes its way unbidden to the front of my mind. You'd left early so I couldn't work it off with you. On top of that, I realized that this was his last day here."
"Without thinking very deeply about it I found myself wondering how he would create a situation that might end up with him and me in bed together. Feeling flirty, I thought I might a show myself off to him a bit.
"So I slipped into a sexy bra and some skimpy panties, and covered them with that magenta sweater you like so much. Nothing too risqué - also just my little denim shorts
"I guess I still wasn't really expecting anything to happen. But when I looked in the mirror I decided that, if he was interested, my outfit ought to be enough to signal my willingness and nudge him along. I felt a pretty horny just dressing myself for him like that."
"He turned up as usual soon after I as dressed, and we chatted briefly before he got to work. He seemed to like what he saw. At about 11am I took a break for coffee, and offered him one too. It was a beautiful morning and we sat in the garden. I noticed that he was taking a good look at me now.
"I maybe played up a bit in the way I was sitting and moving, giving him something of a show. So I guess he did feel encouraged. Anyway we were chatting away about nothing in particular when he paused and looked at me rather directly.
"'You know I love working here,' he said. 'This home decorations are so meaningful, and your house is so beautiful.'"
"'Why, thank you,' I replied."
"Then he said 'And you are so beautiful too,' and as he said it he gave me a steady, confident, knowing look. It was obviously a line he'd used many times before. It was not very subtle. In fact it was a bit perfunctory, and I was a little disappointed. One does like a man to make a decent effort to persuade a girl to lie down and open her legs for him.
"On the other hand, though, there is something seductively irresistible about cocky self-confidence in a man, and our electrician certainly ticked that box in a big way.
"For half a moment, as pride battled with lust, I tossed up how to respond. Would I brush him off and walk away? I reached forward and placed my hand on his forearm, and left it there. He put his other hand on top of mine, and pressed slightly."
"'That's so sweet of you to say," I replied. 'I like having you here, and I'd like to keep chatting. But now I'm afraid I have to rush. I am due out for lunch in a few minutes. Will you still be here this afternoon?'
"It was true. I did have to go to lunch with my publisher to talk about the next book. But I was also happy to slow things down and make him wait a bit. I didn't want to seem too easy. And nonetheless it was plain to both of us what had just happened, and what might happen later.
"'Sure', he replied with a cool smile, and gave my hand a knowing squeeze."
"Then he went back to his work, and I went to get changed for lunch We were going to an upmarket place, so I had to smarten up a little. I thought carefully about what to wear, and not just for the lunch. I was thinking ahead to what might happen when I came back here afterwards. I was pretty excited".
"I kept on the sexy lingerie, as you can see", and she gestured to the bra and panties on the floor at my feet."
"And I chose the pink dress - I guess you saw it in the kitchen. It opens right down the back. When it is all buttoned up it is perfectly prim and just right for lunch. Just short enough that most men give a second look. I felt deliciously slutty as I put it on with those thoughts in mind."
"Lunch was fine. We had some serious business to discuss, but we drank a fair bit of wine, and I maybe wasn't concentrating as much as I should have. I was thinking about our electrician, about what had been said and implied between us, and about what might follow. I found that the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of something happening. It was like one of the stories you like so much, so I felt in a fun way I was acting it out for you."
"So I was feeling a distinct tingle of anticipation between my thighs, and the more wine I had the randier I became. You know how that happens. But lunch dragged on interminably as we got down to details, and it was well into the afternoon before I could make my excuses and slip away."
"By the time I reached home I felt like a I was going to a club again, but I was worried that we might run out of time before you got home. After what had happened over coffee I was pretty sure that the electrician was ready and willing, but I knew that if I didn't move fast you'd appear and interrupt things before he'd had his way with me."
"I went to the bedroom to drop my purse. I also gave myself a bigger-than-usual dab of one of my muskier perfumes. I was wondering what would happen next, having my doubts. I heard our electrician knocking at the back door. I went to answer."
"'I saw you were back' he said. 'I just wanted to let you know I've finished out there. All done.' And then he paused, with a look that was half-quizzical, half-expectant."
"'Great', I said. 'Do you want another coffee before you go?' It was a bit lame, but the best I could think of on the spur of the moment."
"'Sure! Can I just wash my hands first?'"
"'Of course', I said. We went through to the kitchen and he washed his hands at the sink. Then he came round the counter to where I was standing, took a long look at me, and seized the initiative."
"'You look even lovelier now than you did before,' he said with a big smile."
"'Why, thank you', I replied, and did a silly little twirl - ostensibly to show the dress off to him, but really to show me off to him as well. It seemed to work. It also sent a gust of my perfume his way, because he said 'And your scent is gorgeous too.'"
'Here, take a closer whiff', I said, and took a step towards him. I leaned forward with my chin up, offering my neck for him to smell, and implicitly inviting him to step in closer to me. That worked too. He craned forward, bringing his face close to my neck."
"Then he moved in on me. As his nose brushed my neck he inhaled deeply, and he slipped an arm around my waist, placing his hand on the small of my back. He pulled me gently but firmly towards him. He kissed my neck. I lowered my chin and our mouths met. Our lips brushed coyly once, twice, then our mouths opened and our tongues were in each other's mouths curling and twirling in a sexy slick of shared saliva. He is a great kisser."
"He didn't waste any time after that. As we kissed he put his hand on my breast over my dress, groping me quite hard. Then with a dextrous tweaking he undid a button and put his hand inside my dress, feeling my breasts through my bra we kissed and groped, and he pushed the dress off my shoulders."
"As my dress fell to the floor he rather roughly pulled my bra straps off my shoulders and pushed my bra down so it hung around my waist. My breasts were exposed to him now and his for the taking. He ducked his head down to kiss and lick them, nibbling my nipples, which was lovely. And at the same time drove his hand slowly down over my tummy and into my panties."
I interrupted her here. "What are his hands like?" I asked. She loves hands, and always observes them closely. A little to my surprise, she didnt hesitate as if she was having to make something up.
"Big. Wide palms, short strong fingers, quite a lot of black hair on the back. I liked them."
She knew why I'd asked. I love to visualise these moments for myself. My imagination took over from her narrative for a few seconds. I had a vivid image now of his big hairy hand sliding down over the gentle swelling curve of her belly, his fingers lightly pressing and caressing the smooth silky skin as they slither on down until they are brushing the elastic of her panties.
They brush the elastic again, then he slinks a finger under the elastic, then a second and a third. He feels an electric zing as his fingertips first touch the soft springy curls of her pubic hair, then his whole hand is pushing into her panties, the front of her panties ****** out, bulging lewdly and moving. He twirls his fingers through the abundant curls, searching for the soft moist folds of flesh below.
I imagined her now rocking her hips forward and spreading her thighs a little to open herself to him, his fingers now finding her slit, gently easing her cunt lips apart and sliding his fingertips into the opening furrow, quite wet now as her arousal rises.
And now he uses his outer fingers to part and spread her plump labia, while his middle finger finds her sweet slick opening, and then curls upwards to push his finger her vagina. He slides his finger up and into her cunt, curling and straightening it inside her, stroking the silky flesh.
He puts a second finger up into her vagina and he starts to push up a bit harder, almost jabbing into her now as his strong thick fingers stretch her cunt and pull her towards him, her hips now rocking in response, and she slides her own hand down over the outside of her panties to cover his, pushing his fingers still deeper into her cunt...
She smiled as she watched me imagine all this, then continued with her own account.
"I'm sure you can imagine what happened then. I spread my legs a little and leaned back against the kitchen bench, pushing my hips forward to let him get his hand into me. He murmured his appreciation. I was doing a bit of moaning myself by now. He was running his fingers - I was glad he'd washed his hands - back and forth along my slit. I reached down to push his fingers up and into my vagina, and he slipped a finger inside me, then two. It felt great."
"This went on for quite a while, him finger-fucking me up against the kitchen bench, me with my bra down around my waist, my panties still on but with his hand shoved into them while we kissed. His other hand fondled and caressed my breasts.
"I felt like saying something. You know I do love dirty talk, and I wanted him to talk dirty to me'.
"He said huskily. 'Yes, you have a lovely... pussy.' Something about the way he said 'pussy' suggested that this was not the word he'd normally use. I wanted to hear him talk dirtier."
"'You have a lovely cunt', he said obligingly. 'I love the feel of your cunt.'"
" I love the feel of your fingers.'"
"It was time I paid him some attention. Until then I'd just been rubbing his cock through his pants, but now I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pushed his undies down. His cock was completely erect of course. I fondled his cock, squeezing and running my finger lightly up and. It was smooth and silky and very hard. I started gently pulling him off. He moaned and thrust out his hips as I squeezed him, so he was kind of fucking my hand, and he was fucking me with his hand."
"'I want to fuck you now' he growled. 'I want to fuck.'"
"' I could only pant in reply."
"'Have we got much time?'"
"'No, just a few minutes really. My husband will be home soon.'"
"'That will be long enough. Where will we go?'"
"'This way,' I said, and I took him by the hand and led him in here - him clutching his pants to stop them falling down."
"Things moved fast once we got in here. We stood at the end of the bed. I threw off my bra and slipped out of my panties, he tore his shirt off and dropped his pants. We looked one another up and down, now that we were naked. He seemed to like what he saw. I liked what I saw. He is not a very big man but nicely muscled and in good shape, with just a comfortable hint of a belly."
"I crawled onto the bed, and lay down pretty much where I am now. Quite slowly I spread my legs, drawing my knees up a little to display myself to him. The look in his eyes was a treat. There is always something very primal about the way a man looks at a woman when he gets her legs open like that."
He stepped forward and climbed onto the bed. He shuffled towards me on his knees. He reached out and firmly, almost roughly, prised my knees further apart and pushed them up so that I was absolutely wide open to him."
"Then he was kneeling upright between my legs. His shoulders were squared back as he loomed above me, his hairy belly swelling slightly above his big hard cock which was bobbing around, rampantly erect, with his balls tight bunched below, and his hands grasping my thighs.
"He looked like the archetypal man poised to rut. It was clear that foreplay was over. I was about to be fucked, pure and simple. I felt a bit like a sacrifice on an altar, about to be taken and the thought of him cumming inside me added to the thrill.
"And with that he leaned forward over me. He lowered himself onto me with one arm, while with his other hand he grabbed his cock and guided it towards my vagina. I was very moist down there from his fingering. After a couple of tentative nudges to test how easily I would tak
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"And with that he leaned forward over me. He lowered himself onto me with one arm, while with his other hand he grabbed his cock and guided it towards my vagina. I was very moist down there from his fingering. After a couple of tentative nudges to test how easily I would take him, he pushed his cock with one ******** thrust right into me, right up my vagina, all the way, filling my cunt as far as he could reach. It felt great.'"
"Circumised?" I asked. I wanted to conjure a clear image of his cock as he penetrated her.
"Yes," she replied, and then paused, as my imagination took over again.
I imagine what he sees, as he looms over my wife, as she lies there on her back beneath him, presenting herself to him with her knees spread and raised, her feet hanging in the air, her thighs splayed and her pussy gaping just for him, her face tense with lust, her mouth half-open and panting, eager for the push and thrust of his cock, and for the flood of his semen into her.
And I imagine his sensations, first as he feels the hot red head of his cock nestling between her cunt lips and entering her open vagina, and then feeling the smooth silky skin of his cock sliding into her wet fleshy warmth as he pushes himself into her, and the sublime sensation of the moist slick muscles of her vagina enveloping his cock and squeezing it tight and driving his pleasure and drawing him towards his ejaculation.
And I imagine him feeling her body respond to him, to his body, to his cock deep inside her, her carnal pleasure at his penetration of her. I imagine him feeling her body quivering and bucking as she lifts her hips to him to draw his cock as deep as it can reach into her pussy.
I was rubbed my cock hard as these images flooded my mind, I tried to think of a story we had read that she may have adapted for this sexy moment, and I nearly ejaculated.
"Don't get carried away," she said. "Wait till I've finished. Once he had mounted me and got his cock inside me he just fucked me. He started with slow thrusts, pushing his cock into my cunt and slowly pulling it back. He took my wrists in his hands and held them firmly on either side of my head in a way that had a nice little hint of restraint. His arms were straight so his body was angled above mine, him looking down on me."
"He was a little sweaty and there was a distinct male gamey tang to him which was nice too. He fucked me with his eyes open, and I kept my eyes open too. He looked down at me as he rocked his cock in and out of my cunt, and I looked up at him. We were not exchanging the tender glances of shared passion. We were indulging in a kind of mutual voyeurism between strangers: he was watching me getting fucked, and I was watching him fucking."
"As we settled into our rhythm it was clear that he was riding me for his own pleasure, heading single-mindedly towards his own orgasm. He wasn't going to try to make me cum. This was a one-off afternoon quickie, and he was not pretending otherwise."
"He was just being a man having his way with a woman. I was his warm wet slippery vagina to enfold his cock and receive his semen. I didn't mind that at all. sometimes I do just want to be taken and used by a man like that, and this was one of those times. And guess I'd let him know that that I was up for this kind of a fuck when I told him we didn't have much time."
"We didn't speak until it was over. He lasted quite a while, but there was never any question that he was going to cum, and in a big way. This was not going to be one of those embarrassing casual encounters where the man gets nervous and can't get to orgasm. There was nothing nervous about our electrician."
"His pace picked up steadily. As he approached his orgasm he started grunting softly on each stoke, and his thrust grew harder and more urgent, and each stroke grew shorter as he started to rock his cock quickly and almost roughly in and out of my cunt until towards the end he was kind of spasming, almost quivering in and out of me, a bit like you see a dog doing it sometimes."
"He was now letting out a kind of continual murmuring guttural groan as we kept our eyes locked on one another. Our voyeurism had morphed towards exhibitionism, him enjoying I think the thrill of being watched by a stranger as his passion turned him into an ******, me savouring the thrill of being watched as I was being fucked like an ****** too."
"And then of course he came. He threw his head back and broke eye contact, his mind filled with nothing now but the feeling of his cock in my cunt and the long spasm of pleasure as he ejaculated and his semen surged into me. At the very end he stopped his quivering thrusts and held his hard penis stiff and still inside me, and then with a rocking of his hips he pulled his cock back and drove it right into my cunt again in one long last thrust. He let my hands go and grabbed me around my waist and held me tight, pulling my body down onto his cock and holding it there as if to make sure I couldn't escape the jets of his semen that were now spurting into me."
"It was a great orgasm for him, I'm sure, and a great fuck overall for me too. I loved the feeling of him up inside me, of his cock pushing into me, him quivering inside me as he approached his climax, his growls of pleasure, his utterly masculine selfishness in wanting to use me, his gamey smell, the feeling of his semen being pumped into me and left inside me."
"But now it was over. He lay in top of me for a few seconds, head to one side, breathing deeply. He was momentarily exhausted, and the full weight of his body pressed down on me, squishing me a bit."
"That kind of felt good too. I liked the fleeting feeling that I'd tamed this man who had just a few seconds before had been pinning me beneath him so ********ly, so full of primal energy. Now I'd drained his energy as I'd drawn his semen out of him."
"Then he pulled out of me, sidled off the bed and stood up, his softening cock glistening."
"'Thanks,' he said, a little breathlessly. 'That was great. I hope you enjoyed it too.'"
"'Oh yes, I did. Really, it was great. But now you'd better get going or my husband will catch us. He'll be here any moment.'"
"Actually now that we'd finished I was kind of hoping that you would suddenly barge in . It would have added a certain frisson. And of course he was turned on by the fact that he had been fucking another man's wife, and he probably got an extra buzz from us cutting it so fine. But he was glad of the excuse to make a swift exit now that he'd finished with me. No awkward post-coital conversations."
"As he dressed I put a couple of obvious questions to him, though."
"'Do you do this often? Fuck the housewives?' I asked. He grinned boyishly, either sensing that I would not be offended by his answer or not caring now whether I was or not."
"'Oh yes, quite often. You'd be surprised.' Then, feeling a little more was called for, he added 'But not often with someone as lovely as you, and not often such a great fuck.'"
"'I'm glad to hear it. And tell me, do you still send them the bill? For the electrical work, I mean, after you've fucked them?'"
"There was an embarrassed pause. 'Well of course I know that's not why you did it, not for a second, but no I won't bill you for the work I've done today. That wouldn't seem right.'"
"'As you wish,' I said a little coolly, musing on the fact that I had, in a way, just been fucking for cash. I find the idea just a little titillating."
"'I'd better be going', he said, seeming for the first time a little awkward."
"'Yes, you had.'"
"'Well, see you next time, I hope.'"
"'Sure, we'll be in touch if or when more work electrical work needs doing.'"
"By now he was dressed. He paused, wondering whether some final gesture of intimacy was required, but my last remark seemed to convince him that it wasn't."
"'OK. Bye. Thanks again'. And with a little wave he was out the door and away. Just in time, by the sounds of it. Though it would have been interesting, and fun, if you'd caught us actually in the act. "
"So that's the end of my story." she said.
"But now I want some more attention. I haven't had an orgasm yet, and I want one, soon. I'm guessing, though, by the way you have been rubbing that cock of yours, that your first priority is to reclaim me."
Then she paused and put her head to one side. "Is that OK? If you like I could be like a good wife and have a quick shower first to wash his smell off me and get some of his cum out me, Or do you want me just as I am, used and filled and smelling of him and with his semen still inside me?"
Was she just playing this game to the hilt? Either way it was such an erotic moment. I stood up and shed my clothes. I jumped on the bed, flung off the sheet and lay between her legs. She opened to me, as she had opened it for the electrician a few minutes before, and I took my turn fucking her. I didnt look down and I slid my cock into her slippery welcoming pussy and thrust and thrust again till I too joyously ejaculated inside her and added my semen. And then I lay down on my back, feeling wonderful as we shared a moment of marital bliss.
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