My husband was on another one of his long-haul runs. While he was gone, the TV cable went out on me. Being home alone, I was going crazy without my TV, so I called the cable company. They told me they would send a man over the next day but couldn’t give me an exact time.
The following morning, I was having my breakfast when the doorbell rang. I put a robe on over my thong and bra and went to answer the door. When I opened the door, I was face-to-face with a good-looking man in a blue uniform. He wasn’t very tall, but he was built and had a handsome face. He reached out to shake my hand and to tell me he was here about the cable. When I reached for his hand, my robe came open, affording the man a glance at my nearly naked body. I smiled and pulled my robe closed.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Not a problem, ma’am. My name is James and I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”
“My name is Anna. Would you please come inside?”
I led him to the living room, and I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. My goodness, it was making me horny! I stayed in the living room and talked to him while he replaced the old cable box. When he finished, I asked him if he’d like a beer.
“Well, I can’t drink while I’m on the job, Anna,” he said.
“Oh, come on, James, there are many things we shouldn’t do, but isn’t it always better that way?” I implied with a mischievous smile.
“Alright,” he said, smiling back, “you’re right. Besides, I don’t have my next appointment for two more hours.
“Well, I could surely use the company,” I said with a flirtatious wink.
I went to the kitchen and got a beer for James and one for me. When I returned to the living room, I left the top of my robe half open to give him a better view of my tits. He was sitting on the couch, and I sat next to him and leaned toward him to hand him his beer.
He had a great view of my tits, and I smiled, letting my robe open a little more, deliberately, so he would be sure I was doing it on purpose.
“Uh, I see the ring on your finger. Where’s your husband?” James asked.
“He on a long haul. He won’t be back until tomorrow. I get so lonely when he’s gone, James. Having you here takes some of that loneliness away.”
The beer went down fast. So, I invited James into my kitchen for another beer. We stood next to the kitchen sink while we drank our second beer. When he finished his beer, he asked, “Where should I put the bottle?”
“Just set it on the counter,” I told him. “Do you want anything else?”
“No, thanks,” he said.
“Anything at all?” I asked and dropped my robe on the kitchen floor, leaving myself standing barefooted in nothing by my bra and thong, leaving very little to the imagination.
At first, James silently stared at me as if in shock, but then he came forward and got right close to me.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked as he cupped my breast and leaned into my body.
I nodded, and he kissed me hard and passionately. Our tongues danced with each other while we kissed. And all you could hear was lip-smacking and heavy breathing.
He pushed me back against the kitchen counter. His lips ran all over my neck and shoulders. He unhooked my strapless bra, and it fell to the floor. He looked at my fleshy tits covered with goosebumps, and he started sucking my taut nipples. My nipples turned super hard and tingly. My pussy had soaked through my thong. I wanted to take his pants off and get his cock out.
While he sucked on my titties, I reached down and unzipped his pants. He helped me get his pants down enough to free his cock. It sprang free, fully erected, and ready to go. He pulled my thong down and stared at my bare pussy with lustful eyes. Then he reached down and rubbed my juicy slit, spreading my juices all around. Then he leaned in and pushed his hard dickhead against my slit.
“Wait!” I stopped him. “It’s easier if you fuck me on the kitchen table.
“Okay,” he replied. He helped me up on the table. I lay back to where my ass was right at the edge. He lifted my legs and rested my calves on his shoulders. He continued rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my juicy slit. It felt thrilling to be bare-ass naked and spread open with a stranger getting ready to fuck my married pussy on my kitchen table.
Still rubbing his cock up and down my slit, he asked, “Are you sure your husband ain’t gonna be walking in on us?”
“Hell, honey, I told you he’s not coming home until tomorrow. Now, are you going to fuck me or just make conversation?” I said, feeling frustrated about him taking his time.
“I plan to,” he said, and pushed his length inside hot pussy in one hard, fast motion.
“Oh – Fuck!” I yelped as I felt the sudden shock of his cock ripping into my cunt. I didn’t expect him to slam into me like that. His cock was long and thick, and I wailed as he slammed mercilessly in and out of my soaked cunt.
I got used to his hard thrusts pretty quickly, and I reached behind my thighs and pulled my legs back nearly to my chest, giving him all the access he needed to properly fuck me. Now his balls were slamming against my ass with every thrust.
A couple of minutes of hard fucking brought me over the edge, and I screamed as my orgasm hit me like an earthquake. He continued to pound me through my orgasm and beyond. I loved how rough he was treating me. I could feel his cock swell and throb inside my quivering cunt, and he started to snort and grunt while he screwed me. My moans and cries were non-stop as he kept relentlessly fucking me.
Then I heard his long, deep guttural grunts as he pumped me full of warm semen. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and zipped up his pants.
“Don’t worry about the bill,” he told me before he left. I was still naked, lying on the table and catching my breath, when he left my house and closed the door behind him. When I got off the table, his cum spilled from my gaping hole and ran down my inner thighs. Some dripped on the floor, so I ran for the shower.
In the shower, I thought about how good James felt inside me, and I couldn’t help but touch myself. As the warm water streamed down my body, I reached down and felt my wetness and began rubbing my pussy, making myself horny once again. I rubbed harder and faster, thinking about James fucking me on my kitchen table. I started fingering my pussy and twisting my nipples, and I had another orgasm.
Wow, I couldn’t believe what a slut I’d become. But when my husband is gone, I get lonely. I can’t help myself. I would like to stop and be a faithful housewife, but I know I’ll do it again.
