Many years ago, I had a client, husband, and wife. Needing a kitchen remodel. They are in their late 50s, early 60s. The husband was always in his office in the basement. Doing webinar seminar shit, and I mean, all the time. So it’s her kitchen, her project, We spent hours designing. Then weeks, talking as I remodeled her kitchen. We got along great together, constantly laughing and prying in too past personal stories. The relationship became strong enough to start hearing complaints. Focusing on current and past relationships. During my tenure, I got other nick nack jobs around the house to fix things she wanted me to take care of.
Now it’s a 5 bedroom house. The master bedroom was pretty much his. One of the other bedrooms was hers because he snored, and she’d like to stay up late reading.
I worked every day from 8 to 4. Every time I showed up, she was well-dressed and ready for the first few weeks. Soon, she was comfortable enough to let me in, dressed in a robe, and stayed in it most of the day. A couple weeks into the job, she started to make me lunch every day. This was the time we spent doing most of the talking. Every lunch and conversation became more comfortable and comical. We were constantly laughing, making jokes. While working, she was usually reading in a robe on a sofa. Someplace in the house, most of them romance novel stuff. Almost all the time, the husband was in the basement. Not wanting to be disturbed doing what he does, whatever the fuck that is. I seldom had conversations with him.
So, 1 day there was a small job. She asked me to fix upstairs. Something was wrong with her bed sagging. Sure enough, the bed was old, and support slats were broken. I tore the bed apart and measured and cut new slats, outside, to repair the bed. While basically overturning her room, I found some toys of hers and very sexy novels.
As I was finishing, she walked in, saying “I’ll make the bed.” She noticed the shoebox and novels neatly to the side. I went back to work on the kitchen. She came down after straightening up the room. Thanking me for what I did and making the comment. “I hope it wasn’t too messy under the bed.” Well, my quick wits and fast tongue and comfort with her blurted out. “Not at all, but I understand why you stay up late reading in another room.” I have never in my life seen a woman blush so much and just melt in front of me. She was quite literally spinning in circles, unable to focus on a way out. I blurted. “Nice shoes, how often do you wear them?”
She gasped for air and headed down the hall, making one statement. Mumbled. I think I know what she said, but it’s really a guess.
I went home that night trying to figure it out. And I was hard as a rock. It was also A Saturday and wasn’t coming back till Monday.
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Now here comes Monday.
The door is answered in a classic bathrobe, and she immediately offered coffee. “How was your weekend?” She asked. “Honestly, restless, had hard time sleeping,” with a big smile on my face.
I’m drinking coffee and start to work on the kitchen. She sat at the table, just drinking her coffee. “Husband in the basement working?” Casual question. “No, he went to his sister’s in Pennsylvania yesterday. Some kind of problem up there.” I continue working for a couple of hours, maybe three. She comes cruising back into the kitchen, starts fiddling with stuff for lunch. As we start talking and eating lunch. She made some type of apology for not having cleaned the upper room before I worked in it.
“No need, every woman I’ve ever known loves to try on shoes.” And we both just burst out laughing. She asked if my woman had a shoe box. I said yes, however, I bought the shoes. And I’m the one that pulls them out when needed. “What?” She asked. Yeah, I’ve got a collection of shoes for all kinds of special occasions. And so, for the rest of the day, I am telling her stories of toys and their uses. She’s been listening intently, asking questions, complaining about her husband never doing such things. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
I am packed up for the day and leaving. She walks me to the door. “Maybe you can show me some of those sometime? I’m curious.” “If I bring them over, I’m gonna have to show you how to use them.” I’m pretty sure she had an orgasm. Big smile on her face. She said you are a talented handyman.
That night after work, I went routing through the toy box to find some of the better goodies.
I pulled out the egg. I pulled out a slim line vibrator, pulled out a glass dildo and a fox tail. I packed them up and went to sleep having dreams, Erotic anticipation.
Arriving at work fairly standard cup of coffee started working, not much interaction until lunch. The toys still in my truck, a conversation over lunch was more of a complaint session about spousal ambition and carrier fails. So I asked, “Are your books/ romance novels to blame or the escape you need from the same old shit every night?” “Escape!” She replies “And when you’re immersed in the story, you’re reading and roll playing characters in your head. Ls that the point in which you retrieve your shoe box?” “Rarely, I usually just cry myself to sleep, but on occasion, I need to feel…..” “I get it.” I said, interrupting the pause. “When was the last time you got laid?” Unfazed she simply answered. “It’s been a little while.” So I asked, “When was the last time it was spontaneous, somewhere other than the bedroom?” “Decades!” “Well, when I get finished with this new kitchen. You have this nice big island countertop to have him throw you over, and do you?” She burst out in hysterical laughter, “he’ll never do that! Why do you think I asked you about your toy collection?” My jeans swelled, “They are in the truck.” She immediately said, “Can you go get them?”
I retrieved them and spread them out on the counter. She responded with a Holy shit.
Glass? Won’t that break? Not unless you run over it with the car. Glass dildo, hard smooth, and you put it in the freezer. What? Yeah, hasn’t anyone ever gone down on you with an ice cube rolling in their mouth? No! You never ran ice cube over your nipples? Well, I’ve done that! No one else did it for me. Pity, yet it was stimulating. Now imagine that tracking around between your legs being maneuvered by a tongue. Now, imagine a hot pussy dripping wet getting a cold glass shaft stuck inside. This sensation is mind blowing, then to be chased by a hot cock to warm it back Up, it’s a mind-blowing sensation for the cock too. Reheating in the cave. Her eyeball scanning the counter again, she grabbed the thin vibrator and said, “I have one like this.” “This thin or a standard one? From what I recall seeing, yours was thicker.” “Oh I guess I haven’t really used mine in a long time. Why is a thin one better?” “Because it leaves room for more.” I said with a grin. “What, for like this?” As she picks up the egg. “No no, but the same principle. The egg is different because it can go in deep. And not rattle my teeth as I eat.” She stood there smiling and started to stroke the furry foxtail laying on the table.
“And this she said I think I know.” “Yep. That’s to get you wagging.” We erupted in laughter. “How do women tolerate these things? I can’t imagine.” I just simply said, “Well, it’s here, its no longer imaginary.” She gave me that Really, look. She locked eyes with me. Her pale green eyes glossed over, almost looking like tears. No tears ran down the face. And I just knew she was overflowing, with internal moisture. “Well!” I blurted out. “I need to clean these tools up and go get me a stiff drink. I have been standing here too long, and my muscles are getting stiff.”
As I walk around the counter, to start cleaning up. She brushed up against me. Her hand grazed across my crotch. Our eyes were once again glancing into each other’s.
As I cleaned up my mess and tools from working. I heard her say, “I could use a drink. Would you like me to make a couple?” “Absolutely!” I reply. I finished kicking my tools to the side. She greets me with both drinks in her hands, she thanks me and appreciates everything, as we toast. We set down the drinks on the counter, eyes still locked together. She leaned ever so slightly my direction. At this point, I caved. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in, our faces locked. In What, I can only call a feeding frenzy of kissing. Tongues aggressively wrestling, as are lips ground, and pressed hard together. Arms wrapped around, hands grasping, and my crotch pressed tight against her. We stumble slightly. I spin her ass to pin it against the counter for stability, by thrusting my stiff cock hard against her. A couple of minutes of grinding, chewing, tongue wrestling on each other we broke, breathing heavy and reaching out for our cocktails. Never-ending our eye contact.
We gulp from our cocktails. She places a hand on her right hip bone and rubs. “Do you have a tool in your pocket?” She asked. “I do.” I reply while staring deep in her eyes. “One of my favorite tools.” Her face stretching an enormous smile, and she looked down at my crotch, “holy….” A sound squeaking threw her smile. I didn’t say a word. I just rubbed my crotch unzipped my fly, and then I said, “it’s the only tool I own you haven’t seen.” I stood by a second or three watching her. She was fixated, staring at my fly. I was just waiting to see or hear the next move. It happened. A simple comment blurted. “Well?” Breaking the silence. I grasped my drink in my right hand, bringing it my mouth to gulp it all down. My left hand playfully patted my crotch. I kinda slammed the glass down, popped the top button on my jeans, and folded them open and slightly down. This was done quickly. The pop sound from my glass and the eruption of my cock stretching my underwear out towards her. She twerked, like having a spasm. She looked back up at me locking eyes. One more time we stare for about 10 seconds. Then says, “Well?” I immediately respond. “You can do the rest!” No pause, this time, eyes locked. She slowly sunk to her knees.
Hands are running down my hips. Grasping my jeans and pulling them down, her face settled to cock level. A whisper rises to my ears, “Oh my god.” She starts lacing her fingernails between my skin and the waistband of my underwear. The sound rises to my ears again slightly louder. “Oh my god!” She pulls my waistband out and slightly down, revealing the head of my now, throbbing cock, It’s pulsing with excitement. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Now for the whole house to hear. “OOOH MYYY GOD!!!!”
She’s literally gasping ore panting for air. She pulls down my underwear, my cock then, lunges forward almost hitting her in the face. She lunges backwards sitting on our heels startled and marveled. “My god, you are something else when it comes down to a tool man.” “Best one I’ve got for doing repairs, routine service, and maintenance.” I commented. She looks up at me laughing and says, “Does it do restoration on antiques?” Now, I’m laughing, and fire back, “Yep, great for breaking free rusty components.” “Fuck!” She blurted out and now getting back on her feet. Pulling herself up. “Good for that, too.” I spout out. “No doubt.” She said, turning away. So, reading the moment, I tucked it away, zipping it up quickly, finishing just as she turned back towards me. SHE blurted, “oh good.” At this point, I knew I should stop and get out.
So I just said, “Wow, that was fun.” I’ll get packed up now and get home before I start a restoration project.” “Yes,” she said, “It will take me a moment to get over that.”
A few more funny exchanges, a lot of laughing, one more slug of bourbon. She said, “Text me when you get back home.” “Ok, I will.” I exited the door, wished her a good evening, and I turned away to walk down the walkway. I mumbled. “I bet the shoebox gets moved tonight.” I hear laughing behind me as the door closes.
So sure enough as soon as I got home. I texted her that I was home safe. Lt rendered an immediate response, and a couple of texts apologies for actions. “Please stop. I’m as much to blame.” I text. That being said, “No one to blame. I’m not a homewrecker. That means I’m not out to damage a marriage. I know you love the work I do. You have said so. I use my tools remodel your house refreshing your living conditions. So you enjoy living again in the house. Your own separate bedroom with tools under the bed. I assume it is for refreshing your living conditions, so you enjoy living again in the house. That’s why your questions directed at my wife’s shoebox progressed. I thew you off your justification search, when I told you I was the keeper of the toy box.”
Then I just fucking ask her. “When was the last time you enjoyed sex?” “Years!” She texted. “Are you still trembling? Crotch wet?” “Yes!” “Would you like to feel my cock?” “Yes!” “If you promise not to fall in love. I’m very interested in the restoration project.” Ten minutes go by, she typed, “Oh my God…. Yes!”
We texted for another hour, covering the rules. Heading to work today is a whole new adventure for me. Driving all the way across town, getting to their house, with one of the biggest hard ones I’ve ever experienced.
I knocked on the door she answered in her bathrobe. I stepped inside and closed the door.
She wrapped her hands around me. I dropped my tools, and we kissed. Passionately for about 5 minutes, hands exploring each other. Walking into the kitchen. I follow her to the coffee pot. Just as she grabs the pot. I walk right up behind her, pressing into her butt with my swollen crotch pinning her against the counter.
I’m kissing on her neck and ear. My hands dropping to her sides, gliding up-and-down her hips and thighs, slowly sliding her robe up and down. She exhaled, I spin her around, and I dropped to my knees, opening her robe. She leans back against the counter. Places her hands, either side on the counter. She looks down at me and just spreads her legs. I lean in, still looking up at her. Fully reading the emotion, on her face, disbelief that she was doing this. My nose smells her, the wonderful scent of a pussy that has not been pleasured for a long time yet Marinating in her own excitement over the past couple days. My taste buds are teased, teased like by a lemon drop, as I plunged into her wet pussy, and encapsulate my face in her smooth shaven crotch. Like the first deep, passionate kiss we had at the front door. Her moist lips suck my tongue in.
“OooooFuuuuuuck!” Echoes off the ceiling. My hands wrap around her thighs. I feel her muscles quivering as my tongue traveled every fold. My mouth is wide open, softly sealing around her pussy, so that every drop of the nectar flowing from her drools into my throat. “Ooooh shit!” Enters my ears. I feel her vagina flex, as I suck in, slurping up the first wave. I then just start running my tongue. Lt may feel random. It’s anything but. I begin licking the alphabet, in capital letters, up, over, across, and down, guaranteeing every posable nerve is experiencing attention. By the time I reached the letter O, both hands grasped my head. Fingernails comb my hair, scratching my skull, pulling the roots of my hair. Her crotch presses down on my face. “FFFFFUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” ECHOS threw the house. “OK, OK, OK, OK,,, GOD OK HOLLY SHIT!” As she shakes. Squirming, pushing my head back. “Oh My God!” As she closes her robe and 180’s it, facing the counter and coffee pot. “God Damb It!!!!” I’m smiling and laughing silently inside. I stand up, calmly lean into her, and whisper, “Can I get some coffee to go with this?” Head facing the counter, she snickers, almost squeaky, said “yes you may”.
She pours the coffee, we sit at the kitchen table. She looks across at me, smiling. Sips her coffee and just says, “Holy shit.” A brilliant golden glow envelopes the kitchen. As the morning sun flows through the new large sliding glass door and windows. As we sit there, smiling, drinking coffee. I pay next to no attention to her, puking out stories of the last time, or the lack of attention her husband ever gave her orally. I was just staring at the golden glow, radiating off her breasts, which were barely covered. Her nipples are the only thing holding the robe in place. She notices
She pulls her robe closed. Our eyes lock as she says, “damb him.” I quickly make his apology. “Man or woman, tire of having the same thing the same way, the same place. Same reason the kitchen’s being remodeled. Couples, go on vacations to change the place but can’t change the way. The orgasm you just experienced, was a new thing, different place, different way, amplified by the adrenaline, exhilaration that I’m fucking having an affair. Brought to you by sex novels. A separate bedroom rubbing out lustrous fantasy dreams, and how many discussions you’ve had with your handyman. So!”
I placed my coffee down and stood up. I came around the table stood in front of her looked into her eyes. I unzip my fly. The look on her face was priceless. Because, I could see her processing everything I just said. As soon as her eyes traveled to my crotch. I said. “This time, hold it, feel it, use it, but please take care of it.” She ripped my pants down, my cock springing out towards her face was not a surprise. She immediately wrapped both hands around it, and stared at it. Leaning in lips parting Her tongue slowly slid out. She gently licked the tip of my pulsing cock. Her hands are gripping and needing my shaft like cookie dough. The head of my cock and her lips, kiss for the first time. The same hungry passion of our first kiss, overtook her again, and she sucked me into to her mouth.
I place my hands upon her head gently as she rocks. Her neck forced her face with every stroke. Closer and closer to my stomach as she takes my cock a little deeper with every stroke. Forcing it past her teeth over the top of her tongue. Working it to the back of her throat. Her hands gripping my ass, tugging me at her face, to assist my cock inside her. She settled in a rhythm, gobbling me. When my dick reached her uvula, smashing it up and back, closing off the air from her nasal cavity. Locking her strokes in at this point, she begins moaning. The humming sensation tickling the head of my cock. That vibration only interrupted every time my cock struck her uvula, Snuffing out the sound. I felt like my cock was stuck in an engine, with a galloping or loping idle. I began flexing my groin and forcing more blood through the veins of my already Engorged cock, red lining, my cock’s blood pressure. She felt it and dug her nails deeper into my ass cheeks. Now my fingernails are digging into her scalp. And I begin to thrust my hips. With a third of my cock still wanting attention. I pull her head down on a thrust and push the tip of my cock into her throat. She reacts, pulling her head back harder and resisted by my fingers. Gasping through her nostrils. Moaning louder. She thrust her head forward. I thrust my hips forward, doing it again deeper. Pulling 5 inches out on the return stroke. The suction of her lips is broken, and she gasps for air. As soon as the suction reseal around my cock, I vice grip her head and plunge my dick all the way in. Pinning her forehead in my stomach. I hold her tight for a couple of seconds. Flexing my groin, Throbbing my cock in her throat. Her hands quickly unclench my ass and move to the front of my hips to push back. As if popping a champagne bottle, my cock escapes her mouth. She takes a couple of quick gasps.
Regripping my cock in her hands. Leans back, looking up into my eyes. Stroking my shaft.
“FUCK ME! I NEED TO FEEL IT!” I help her to her feet, her eyes fixed with mine. I lean in, and we passionately kiss. Our tongues start to wrestle, and she still has one hand firmly gripping my cock. We danced in a semi-circle, and I set in the armless chair at the kitchen table. Still kissing as I sit down, she leaned forward. Her robe falling open, still not letting go of my cock with her hand. My arms come around, and my hands part her robe as I grab her waste. Our lips disconnect as she stands up a little. Her voluptuous breasts are at eye level and swayed as she spread her leg to straddle mine. She swayed closer, still firmly gripping my shaft, placing her chest to my face, filling my peripheral vision with her tits. All the maneuvers, fluid in continuous motion, the hand twisting my cock, placed it against the dripping wet lips of her pussy. Pouring her passion over the throbbing tip of my cock. She impaled her lust as she once again is swallowing me. Oozing down. My hands now grasp the back of her thighs helping her spread. My tongue licking, my lips kissing, the warm Valley between her breast, which glowed like gold in the morning sun. My face rumbles from the vibration of her chest. As it exhales in pleasure, like breaking the seal of a balloon, all her year of tensions released, as she takes all my cock and crash lands on my thighs. Now, she is just making indescribable sounds and staring at the ceiling. As my hands come up and begin to cup and massage. Her breasts, bringing them together, so my tongue and lips can tease and tickle, my teeth nibble on her nipples. Her hips begin to grind in a circle. Muffled metaphors fill the gaps between the gasping and shrieking as she experiences me. Now, tweaking her hips, my balls feel the stream of her fluids squishing through her vaginal suction seal, gripping the base of my shaft. Her hands gripping the top of the kitchen chair, she stirs her insides with my tool. I’m honestly not able to determine a status of extacy. I can’t see expressions, as my face is in tittorial session, and she’s been shuddering spasms the entire time. So I sit and just suck breasts until she’s done rubbing and watering my tree. And I wait. My ass is, in fact, seemingly rooting itself into the chair. She finally concludes and comes to a pause breathing hard, her chin resting on my shoulder. She says “you feel fucking amazing haven’t cum that hard in years.” I respond, “I guess so, it felt to me like you were orgasming from the moment you sat on me.” She replies “shit, I think I was orgasming before it ever touched me.” Smiling at each other, I lift her off, I need to get out of this soaked chair. As we separate and stand, my hard ass cock with swollen wet balls sway. She looks at my pussy soaked dick. I stepped forward, wrap an arm around her kiss her, step around the side. Drawing her robe up to the side.
Slipping slightly behind her, placing a hand on her hip and the other atop her shoulder. I gently directed her to plant her face in the center of the table. Bent over and nipples now cooling against the table top. I grasp my cock and guide it back into her pussy. “OH. MY. GOD!!!” Expelles as I retract and reenter. My legs and feet firmly spaced and anchored, I start fucking her. Smack planting my hands upon her hips, gripping firmly I plow my cock in long full strokes. “Time to get back to work, remodeling this awesome room,” I tell her. “Oh yes! Use your tool!” Pound, pound, pound. “Fucking remodel it!” Pound, pound, pound. “Fuck yeessss!” Pound, pound, pound. “YYEEEESSSS!” Pound, pound, pound. I’m gripping her upper ass cheeks, clamping on keep drilling her pussy. “AaAAHHHH FUCK, FUCKING FUCK YES!!!!.” Pound, pound, pound. “Give it to ME!!!” Pound, pound, pound. “OH FUCKING PLEASE!! FUCK IT!!” Pound, pause grind. Pound, pause gripping grind. “OH GOD I’M CUMINNNG!!” Pound, pound, pound. “YYEEEESSSS!!” I say “we’re going to flood the kitchen!” We both just start screaming as I clamp her ass against my hips, and inject her with the load she spent two weeks creating in my balls. I feel every inch of my cock stretching in waves from base to bulb, ( her squirming ) as my cock pressure washes her uterus. My legs go weak, I slowly back out of her. She’s removing her grip from the edges of the table, trying to rise and peel herself from the table surface. I stager back into the kitchen island counter catching my breath. My cock is glistening and dripping our cum on the still raw unfinished floor. She stands, turning towards me, approaching with her robe open. The once golden breasts, facing me now sweaty and reddish from polishing the kitchen table. Her eyes looking at my dripping cock, she says “you were not kidding, it’s now my favorite tool also”. Approaching she grabbed my sloppy cock, as I grasped the lapels of her robe, pulling her to me. I whisper “it’s at your service,” We passionately kiss, then her head next to mine whispering “Fucking been needing this for years.” I respond, “been wanting to do you since I read the terrain in your bedroom.” She backed up closing her robe, smiling. Then said “You told me you’d have to show me how to use those toys, hopefully sometime soon.” I quickly snickered, “remodeling jobs are seldom completed in timely fashion, due to delays. I’m sure we can cause some delays.”
“Sounds perfect” she said as she turned to go upstairs. I dressed and went to work on the kitchen. Small talking the remainder of the day informing me, husband comes back tomorrow. A couple of days, I would work primarily doing finishing touches to the kitchen. I am eating lunch with both of them, during which I would be negotiating another offer remodeling bathrooms. The housewife and I playfully fondle and kissed, in given opportunities. Four days after her husband returned, he’s leaving again on a business trip. She informed me in the most seductive way. She said, “Husband is leaving tonight. Bring the tool tomorrow.” Laughing, “I will.” Arriving at the house the following day, I’m once again greeted at the door with deep sexually starved kisses. Close contact stumbling with each other to the coffee pot. We sat, having coffee and small talk a few minutes, until she stood up and started towards the stairs. “Come upstairs, I want to ask your opinion about my bathroom.” So I got up. I followed her upstairs with my tool bag. We cut through her bedroom to her bathroom. She’s asking my opinion about design ideas for a few minutes. I open my tool bag to grab a tape measure. As I start taking some measurements, she notices. I have those toys at the top of the bag. She says, “I see you brought some things to show me.” “YEP.” That’s the whole reason, I carried the bag up the steps. Well, that was it. We started making out like ravaged, FIRST-TIME lovers again, resting our way out of the bathroom onto her bed. Ripping our clothes off each other. She’s constantly saying, “God I need you.” As I stand up a quick second to remove my pants from my ankles. I also quickly grabbed a couple of toys out of my bag and came back. Landing on the bed beside her, setting the toys on the mattress. I start kissing everything working my way down to that luscious pussy. She’s dripping wet already. I buried my face back in to continue the alphabet soup tease. My knees are on the floor at the foot of the bed. My arms are wrapped around her thighs. Pulling her pussy to my face.
Her feet are draped over my shoulders. Her arms are out grasping her covers. As she makes an assortment of sounds. I slide one of my hands across the bed. To find the little vibrating egg. I bring it under her leg, turn the controller on.
Drop it on the floor between my legs.
Take the little vibrating egg and start tracing it around her clitoris. I start licking like a dog, the juices leaking out of her pussy and down her ass. The little silver vibrating Egg is making her rip the sheets up from the sides of the bed as she claws and moans. My tongue lapping and pushing against her ass and into her pussy. Rubbing her clit with the vibrator, it comes down and easily just inserts inside, the vibration of the egg is like self, guiding, it vibrates and digs its way inside her. My tongue follows inside. And she starts raising her hips to rub her clit on my face. “Oh, my fucking God, that feels good, what is that?” My hands slid up the backs of her thighs, towards her knees, slowly folding her back and spreading them out. Permitting me to capture my breath and my tongues penetration licked, shoving the egg deeper. Completing the up stroke, I answered, “Eggs for breakfast.” As the egg plunged deeper, her hands gripping the sheets, chest rose up, head rolling back, a long, “OOOOOOOH,” echoes through the room. I lowered my face, opening my mouth wide, placing my tongue flat over her ass hole, pressing my upper lip to her pussy’s, and my nose pressing against her clit. My egg is burrowing its way around inside. My nose is massaging, back and forth against her clit. My tongue cupping her moisture out of the pussy, spoon feeding her anus, like feeding it a teaspoon of syrup. She began flexing her sphincter, rolling her head back and forth. Her hands are now gripping the top of my head. “HOLLY SHIT what are you doing to me Fuuuuuuck ( her head slamming back ) YYEEEESSSS.” She’s squirming, squishing my face, orgasming in my mouth. I start pulling the egg’s cord, slowly extracting it from deep within. As her pussy births it into my hand, I began running it around the edges, against her clit, and pressed it against her soaking anus. “OOOOOFUUUUUUCK” as she throws her hands back, folding forward, raising her head to see me. The egg vibrating her anus, shot an electrical shock threw every nerve in her body. She falls back flat. I keep maneuvering the egg, from pressing it against her anus, buzzing the lips of her pussy, to snapping it back and forth, pressing against, her clit. My tongue follows, trading positions, lapping and inserting. My cock is hard and screaming in my head. So I reinsert the egg in her pussy. As it’s digging into her, I get up, holding her calfs, getting my knees onto the bed, scooting into insertion position. I place my screaming cock between her lips and slowly slide the head in. Making contact with the egg, I push the egg in with my cock, not stopping until my balls press against her wet anus. My hands grasped her hips and I begin scrambling the egg around, beating it inside her. I begin licking and sucking on her nipples as our hips rotate around. “FUUUUUUCK!” Ringing out of her wide open mouth. So I do, I clamp her tight and started beating her and the egg deeper with short rapid strokes. The egg vibrating and rolling around my cock. We danced into a jackrabbit fucking frenzy. EXPLODING IN ORGASMING SCREAMING.
I pulled out, I pulled out the egg. Cum, like egg white, blurpping out, and running down her ass. I shut-off the egg’s controller and headed to the bathroom to clean up myself and tool.
Returning, she’s literally gasping, having hardly moved. I tossed a hand towel on her crotch and sat on the bed. “AND THAT’S HOW YOU USE THE EGG.” Drying her crotch, lacing her arms back into her bathrobe, she scooted and sat beside me. “I’ve never cum so hard.” “Well, cock is one thing, a sex toy is another, fantasies of sex is a third. When you use your toy to punctuate your thoughts, fantasies of fucking someone. That’s a level. Actually fucking someone else is another, but higher level. You just came, filling out a fantasy of getting fucked, in this bed, your husband doesn’t share, while masturbating and fucking a cock in a threesome. Taboo, Hot, and Exotic.” I explained quickly, adding “A few more tools to show you.” I then leaned forward and kissed her. Breaking the suction I then said, “Probably after lunch and a few cocktails.”
I got dressed, made notes of measurements in her bathroom and returned downstairs to the kitchen. As she did whatever upstairs, I drafted a sketch of the bathroom. Constantly losing my thoughts, licking my mustache, and adjusting my cock, sticking to my underwear.
Eventually she came down to the kitchen. In shorts and t-shirt. We discussed the bathroom as she was fixing up cocktails. Then we start talking about the pure pleasure she and I just experienced. She constantly saying that she couldn’t recall anything remotely close to the sensations she experienced with me. But the one statement she made, making my cock expand like an airplane escape slide. “I’ve never had someone French kiss and vibrate my ass. It frightened me, yet felt so good. My husband has never touched her that way.” I simply answered her, with, “Well I’m your back door man anyway, and as this sliding glass door behind me represents, I’ll expand your view.” “Yes you are and did.” She smiled. We continued on for a bit longer chatting and drinking. We then started towards each other, touching, kissing, wrapped around each other again. I whisper into the ear, I’m nibbling. “Time to initiate the new kitchen island.” We were already playing against it. My hands, creeping easily up under her loose cotton shorts, grasping her ass cheeks. Our tongues in a WWF wrestling match. Open palming my cock with one hand, her other grasping my ass. My cock once again is hard as a crowbar from her petting, and a mind full of lust swelling my head. I’m again spinning her, to pin her hips against the kitchen island counter. Probing her ear with my tongue, messaging her breasts with my hands, and nestled my vertical erection between her ass cheeks. Pressing hard. Her head leaning back on my shoulder, my lips kissing her neck, and hands now under her t-shirt, teasing nipples. I now withdraw my hands and lips bringing them to her neck and shoulders, my hands messaging her shoulders, I once again forced her upper body down to the counter. Her hands gripping the far edge. My hands slid down her shoulder blades as I sink to my knees. As my face reached her waist band, I snatched it in my teeth. Settling my thighs onto my calfs, my teeth dragging down her shorts. Now my hands finished removing her shorts and now grasping her ass. Lifting and separating, my lust drives my tongue straight away into her ass. Like a starving dog licking a food can trying to get it all, I tongue fuck her ass. ( Mainly because I really don’t want to taste myself,, which is still oozing from her pussy ) My hands grasped the foxtail from the bag and start tracing it up between her thighs. Tickling her nerves. She pressed her toes into the floor raising the heals up. I’m warming the metal bulb in my hand. As the tail is tickling her legs, I tease her pussy with the tip, stroking her moist lips from clit, back to my probing tongue. Slowly raising the bulb into her. She started to press back. I start running the toy, now very wet and warm, from clit to ass. Upon each stroke, her hips back against the sloppy, slick, steel bulb. My fingers press it into her anus. She sits back, and it slips through her sphincter, a gasp rings out. My hands gripping and massaging her ass cheeks. I stand behind her. My hands returned to her shoulders enticing her to stand. I spin her around and returned to making out. My hands grasped her but cheeks again. “OH OH FUCK, IT’S IT’S IN MY ASS!” “Yes!” I grab the tail and gently tugged it. “OH FUCKING GOD!” I start kissing her again but I’m still Tugging, teasing her ass. She again starts bouncing. I pull us back to the chair. I start sitting and pulled her to straddle me. I whisper “fuck me” and once again she settled down on my cock. She rocks on my cock, fucking me, and her tail bouncing, flicking it. The weight of the foxtail takes over my Tugging. She’s absolutely going out of her mind. Bouncing on my cock, feeling that but plug, tugging. She is now repeatedly stating. “FUCK YES, FUCK YES, OOOOOOOH, FUCKING YES!” Then screams. We explode in extacy again. My hands grasp the tail while she starts to return to earth. I wiggle it. “FUUUUUUCK!!” She screams I slowly pull, it stretching her ass, her pussy clamps my cock, my cock feels it moving next door, cum once again drizzling out of her moisturizing my balls. I slowly extract it, she grabs my face and proceeds to eat my mouth. She raised off my cock, released my face, standing up looking at me saying, “Your fucking incredible, holy shit your incredible.” She grabbed the foxtail from my hand, looking it over. “L want one” she stated. “It’s yours to keep and wear anytime you want. As long as you text me while you use it.” “Keep your phone charged” she fired back. Bursting out with laughter, “you bet I will.” I respond. She grabbed her shorts and took off towards the stairs, fox tail in her hand. I cleaned up and straightened up myself and the kitchen. Pouring myself another drink. My balls are sore, my cock is raw, I’m panting, leaning on the island counter. She returns to the kitchen, waking in and said, “Fuck! We still need to fuck on the island to properly christen it.” “Another time I’m done today” “Ok maybe tomorrow.” We laughed and drank a toast I gave TO TOOLS AND THEIR USES. The glasses hit the counter. She looks at me with sinister smile, whispering, “and the man who knows how to use them.”
A little while later and a couple more drinks we called it a day and I went shopping for bathroom stuff before I got home. Later that night she texted me
“Holding up our agreement.”
“What?”
“Your tail is in my tail.”
“Holly shit.” Stunned by what I’m reading.
“It’s amazing”
I typed “Yep, give it a gentle tug”
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“Oooh Tugging”
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We sext messaged together another hour. Texting together permitted the hotter thoughts to flow. And get answers you never ask face to face. Retrieving the basic operating systems procedures.
It’s like a new car, ( or rental in the cases of adultery ) it’s shiny, sexy, smells great, ( hopefully ) loaded with buttons, dials and gadgets, that you play with to see what it does. You turn the wheel, toodool through the driveway, test suspension, stopping at the fist main road. Making sure nothing is in the way. You put your foot down on the accelerator, and see what’s under the hood. If happy with that, you take her on the freeway, open her up and drive.
Concluding the evening texting. I went to sleep, aching, to not only run her up the freeway, but shatter the speed limit and find out what she tops out at. ( So horny ) One, may not like the paint job, but if the body is straight and everything mechanical runs, I’ll driving it.
The husband sees and drives her like economy golf cart. I snuck into his garage and found a firebird under a dusty tarp.
I get to the house with the bathroom materials. I’m greeted at the door she dressed and ready to roll to go shopping. I’m working in the upstairs bathroom. She rolls in around 11:30. Invites me down for lunch. Small talk and cocktails. Then I head back up to work some more. She comes up to see what’s going on, then closed the door to her bedroom, saying that she’s going to change. A couple minutes later, she comes cruising in the bathroom in a long T-shirt, low and behold, that foxtail is hanging out from under her shirt. “Well I see you slipped in, something” a short pause completing my comment “comfortable!” “Fuck yeessss I did!” L immediately took a couple of steps on my knees towards her, placing my hands on her thighs sliding up to hips, and smashed my face into her crotch. Her pussy already loose and soaking wet. Nestling into her pussy as I scooted under her, my hands massaging her ass cheeks. She aggressively rubs my face, grinding and pressing down. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?” I suck her clit hard. “AaAAHHHH, FUCK!” I release her clit, jump to my feet, kiss her, grasping her arm and then lead her out of the bathroom. Grabbed the tool bag on the way. I cut threw her room and headed to the master bedroom. ( His room ) Entering, I feel a slight resistance from her, ignoring I pulled her to the bed. I dropped my bag, spun her towards the bed, then pushed her back. Setting her with a bounce on her husband’s bed, with that foxtail still tucked up her ass. “Oh no” she’s squirming. I shush! Her and ripped my pants down. My cock is swinging freely at her as I sink to her, kiss her, then push her back. I take my right hand to her right hip and flip her face down to the bedspread. Grabbed her waist and pulled her to her knees, anchoring them to the edge, and pushed her head to the mattress. Positioning behind, I grabbed the glass dildo and slim 6″ vibrator. Flipping the T-shirt and fuzzy tail up and over, as I set the toys on the mattress. SLAPPED and grasping her ass, I Position and plunge my dick in her.
I didn’t care who’s room it was I did it because of the mattress height. Making sure I didn’t waste energy trying to steady myself, and could just FUCK. I knew she would not agree, so I didn’t ask.
I tossed the vibrator next to her head, running.
As I’m sliding in and out of her pussy, I say “Press it to your clit!”
She does, as I start swishing her lower back with the foxtail. Muffled noises emanating from the bedspread, she’s literally eating. The bed itself was, indeed into it making it’s own squeaking sounds.
Her clitoris is buzzing. My cock feels it. Her spine is tingling, from the hair teasingly swishing. The tail is rolling and spinning the orb in her ass. My cock feels this also, as I Fucking drive this machine as hard as I can. Smashing my balls against her hand and vibrator, then pulling out to see the collar of my cock. My fingers pinch her ass with one hand, the other swishing the tail, pinches the base to start pulling it out and pushing it in. All she needs now is an ice cream cone to suck, but she’s too busy with screaming into the mattress.
She removed the vibrator, so I pulled out the tail. Her anus is winking at me as she takes my cock balls deep again. I pull out and drop to my knees. I start licking her from clit to the base of her spine. She’s been in a 4 minute spasm, that went on since she removed the vibration, against her clit… She was screaming into the mattress, she was bouncing on her knees, literally lifting up and down at the waist, tracking my tongues lapping.
I grabbed the glass dildo, placing it against her clit. Her head snaps back “HOLLY SHIT!”
Cold glass on the clit, unexpectedly, zings.
I then push it up, placing it like a hot dog between her swollen lips, it’s head pointing now in my own mouth. So I slather it up and continue its journey, dripping with drool across her ass. Turning the vessel around, as I continue gorging her pussy. I press the glass dildo against her ass. She pushes backwards against my face. Her anus easily opens, with acceptance, due to it’s virginity haven been tempted and tested, by her desires, over the past couple days. The door muscles quivering, premises acceptance. She sucked the tip in, as I sucked in the moist lips of her pussy.
I grabbed the vibrator, inserted an inch or two in her vaginal tunnel. As soon as I had sucked me a mouth full of her cum and sat back to work the tools. A little push in her ass, then a little deeper in her pussy, from one to the other she is invaded. I await the response. It arrived in an instant, every muscle around the tools twinge, not pain, but untapped sensation. I immediately turn on the vibrator and thrust it a little deeper. A familiar feeling, to her senses, from masturbating in her private room. “OOOOOOOH! GOD! Please..” She instinctively sits backwards, wanting more. As she does she screams because she takes several inches deeper in, both holes. “OOOOOFUUUUUUCK YEA FUCKING GOD DAMB AAAAHHHH YEEE!!!! OOOOOOOH.”
Almost indescribable sounds ripped through the room. I can’t stand it anymore. My balls are so swollen with lust, cock aching to take her virginity. Amplified by 10 because she is married, begging for more, on her husband’s bed.
So with steady alternating strokes, her moaning in the mattress, the wagging and bouncing of her ass, I worked the toys unequally. I’m slowly, with shorter insertions removing the glass dildo from her butt. As it escapes, I’m standing ready, haven dropped drool on my cock. I insert the head of my dick in her ass and rhythmically work myself in without missing a beat. She is in such a place mentally, it takes her a solid minute to grasp. OOH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK! I’m still short stepping, with her hips gyrations, pushing my cock in. Her sphincter is beginning to squeeze me, during a pulling out stroke. My cock feels the humming of her pussy threw the walls. She continues “OH FUCK, EEEEEEEEEEEEEE, YOUR IN MY ASS!!” “Thats right! Your backdoor man, BABY!” I push it in deeper. Her hand grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out. Going “TOOOOMUCH TOOMUCH”. Maintaining my slow steps of depth and getting a firm grip on her ass. I tell her, “Virginity stolen, I’m in your ass, FUCKING your ass.” She replies getting into it “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR UP MY ASS, MY GOD, FUCK YOUR IN MY ASS.” “Yep in your masters bedroom.” Her hearing that she went fully fuck frenzy. “Fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK ME,” I’m now 5, now 6, now 7 inches up her ass. She’s getting louder and pushing back to me harder “fuck me, Fuck my ass FUCK ME! TAKE MY ASS.” I lunge, intoxicated by her request, I drive her flat to the mattress, my knees on the bed now and I Fucking fuck I’m Whalen out she screams out “DOOOO IT!” I plunged, held, and pumped her rectum full of cocktail sauce,. I collapsed on her, panting like dogs we just stayed for several minutes. Until my cock started to deflate. Forcing a retreat. I cleaned up in his bathroom. Making sure I washed and dried his wife off my genitals and face, with his toiletries. She did whatever, and I worked a little more, and made sure toys and tools were accounted for. We Shared some more cocktails in the kitchen, along with hugs and kisses. Commentary between us, as the day wrapped up, was erotic. Listening to her recap the past few days, out loud, seemed accidental to me. Speaking out loud, but a conversation with herself. She was questioning and answering most everything herself, in front of me. As she did, my balls started to go back to work, manufacturing lubricant and my cock began to pressurize again. Listening to her say I can’t believe I did this, did that, doing this and that. All I could do was smile and snicker.
That night, once again, we texted. She texted first. Thanking me for the amazing new kitchen, in great detail.
[ See, they had an idea of what they wanted to do with the kitchen. I came in, referred by a friend of hers, that I just finished doing a lot of work for. They had bids from contractors. I walked in, looked it over, and remodeled it in myself, saying, “If it was my kitchen, I’d do this, this, this, and this.” They said that would be fantastic, but can’t afford it. “SHIIIIT, I can do all that and more and still be under your lowest bid.” I got the job and did it. And now doing more renovation work threw out the house. ]
She concluded her detailed statement with “If you hadn’t done, what you did I would not have known how nice it would be, greater than anything, I could have dreamed of, and you lived up to your name. Beyond-a-Handyman.” ( That’s my business name ) “You’re welcome, and thank you.” She then texted. “Today you did it again, to me.” With a winking face kiss emoji.
“It’s was my pleasure. When I suggested that we should rip out the kitchen door and tiny window and replace it with a sliding glass door. You were terrified of the cost and drastic change. Behind your back, your husband and I snuck it in and blew your mind. Well, I did do it again, myself taking the liberty, sneaking in another new doorway, sensing you would like it.”
30 Minutes went by, then. “I’m still in shock. I can’t believe that happened, and even fit. The fucking pressure was intense then it just got feeling out of this world, I was orgasming and couldn’t understand why. When you put the tail in me and left it inside, that felt so good. I knew I was out of my mind, putting it in my ass, myself, then texting you to tell you. Totally lost self-control. Today, I just needed to have you. Beyond a handyman. Today was fantastic.”
Her husband returned. I finished the bathroom. I fixed some drywall for him in his garage, then took off a few days. His wife and I texted here, and there. Then I was invited to a party they were having for friends to show off the house. Of course I went.
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I arrived at the gathering, introduced, bragged upon, and simply showed off by the hosts. As conversations settled in groups, guys grilling, drinking, hanging out on the decks. Women, in the kitchen. I’m on the porch telling stories about the project, sipping down whisky, having a good time. People leaving, dishes pile up, sun going down. The couple that referred me for this remodeling job, the owners, and two or three other guys are left. Husband and his friends are going out, they invited me, I declined. My self, the housewife, and the couple remaining to clean up, talking and drinking. The couple bid farewell, and we are unexpectedly alone again. Uh, oh.
She thanked me for everything, seductively complimented my appearance, pouring, and toasting drinks. I complimented her appearance as well. We had really seen each other only in work clothes and T-shirts. Now I stand before her in full, going out attire. She was dolled up, salon fix hair, makeup, fancy fingernails, and high heels. A sun dress with her breasts wired up, pushing out as offerings and flowing over her hips and ass ( pushed up by her heels ) like a waterfall on a tropical island.
“Do you want something else to eat?” She asked. “Absolutely!” I release with a smirk. Looking towards me, I add, “As long as it’s not leftovers.” She erupted, laughing hard enough to jiggle her breasts. Chuckling, she turns to start the dishwasher. L approach placed a hand on her hip accompanied by a squeeze. I’m standing just to her side and ask, in a seductive low tone. “Anything else I can do for you tonight?” I feel her muscles quivering, her shoulders fall back, as she leaned her head back, looking straight up. The sigh she releases, and look on her face, concerned me.
“Are you ok?” I ask. “Yeahhhhh. Let me get these linens in the wash.” I assisted collecting table clothes, etc. and carried it for her downstairs. As she started the load, I was looking in the cozy wreckroom, her husband’s office. It’s a big room, rustic, with a wood stove and leather furniture. “Wow, nice, I see now, how he stays down here. Do you hang out down here much?” “Sometimes, usually in the winter when the stove is burning, otherwise it’s too dark for me. It’s shit heads cave and where he avoids helping.” She answered, obviously irritated. “He wanted to show off the house and have this party. He spent most of the day in here as I got everything ready. Just before you all showed up, he came up barking orders. Anyway, he pissed me off.” “WELL, LET’S FUCK THIS ROOM UP!” I shouted. Getting her to laugh again, “No!” Smiling at me. “FINE! You want to sit on my cock in his lazy boy?” She smiled, looking up as she stepped forward, bringing her arms up, saying, “that’s his chair.” “Well it was his bed last time. If you ride me here, imagine what will go through your mind the next time he’s in it arguing with you.” She swallowed my face in a hungry kiss.