My name’s Vera, I’m married and my hubby and I have lived in a delightful Cotswold village. I love my husband but, about a year ago he went off sex. At first, I thought he was having an affair, but no, he just didn’t feel sexy anymore. It’s a shame really as I do like sex, a lot. I’ve always been the same, I’m sure I could have sex all the time if it was there. Living in a small village and working from home has rather limited any chance I may get for a bit of casual sex. Or so it seemed because this happened.
At the time we were having a bit of building work done, nothing big, just moving a few doors around. Our builder, Terry, had been in our home for about a week. Terry isn’t the kind of man I would have looked at twice. He’s not very handsome, but as a builder, he does have a great body. He often works outdoors so also has a lovely tan. I found myself watching him whilst he worked, probably a bit more than I should have. I was actually starting to wonder what it would be like if he fucked me. I know it sounds silly but I was actually having erotic fantasies about him using me as his sexual plaything.
I was in a right dolly daydream one day after watching him carrying a heavy oak door. His tanned muscles looked so good. I was imagining him carrying me to bed and fucking the arse off me. I went into the laundry room; the washing machine was on the final spin as I brushed against it. The vibrations traveled right through my body and hit all the right parts. I just sat on top of it, lifted my skirt and started to stroke and finger my, by now, juicy pussy. Just as I was getting in the zone, fuck, fuck, fuck. Terry came in.
What a sight to behold, me sitting on top of a wobbling washing machine, fingers inside my knickers. As you can imagine, I went as red as a beetroot. He just smiled and said, “Oops.” Yes, the sight of a woman wanking herself silly could only muster the word, oops. And then it all changed, he said, “Would you like a hand with that?”
There was absolutely no way I could have misconstrued what he meant, so I just moaned,”Oh God yes.” With that, he walked the few steps toward me and planted his hands firmly on my tits.
It had been so long since a man fondled my nipples and tits, it was orgasmic. We started kissing and before I knew it he was holding me up against the sidewall. I didn’t want to fuck him there, I didn’t want a quickie; I wanted to be fucked on my bed, long and slow. I told him, “Fuck me upstairs,” and he did. It only took a few seconds before we were both naked. I have to say, he had a massive cock. I wanted that inside me. I didn’t have to wait long, boy, what a feeling. I had almost forgotten what a joy it was to have a throbbing cock penetrate me so deeply. We went at it like rabbits. He really did fuck the arse off me. I lost count of the amount of orgasms my pussy managed, or the different positions he used on me. It was the best fucking I’d had since my days at university! The rest of the week I walked around naked, ready and available whenever he wanted to fuck me. And boy did he fuck me a lot!
It turns out that his wife has just had a baby, so sex was off the menu for him. Over the next few weeks, we fucked more and more. And then a bit of a shocker, the quiet young lady next door had noticed the amount of time the builder visited me. She mentioned it to me one day over the garden fence. I thought I would brave it out and make a joke of it. I just told her that he only comes round to fuck me, and asked her if she would like to fuck him too. I wasn’t expecting her to say yes.
So there we have it. I’m having plenty of cock, and about once a week we have a threesome when Terry services us both.
We all have too much to lose by boasting, so we keep our naughty arrangement to ourselves, and everyone wins.
Delicious!
