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The Contractor
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A loyal wife has an argument with her husband and then 
she begins to flirt with the contractor who is working 
in the house and finally invites him to her bedroom. 
(MF, wife, cheat)

***

Joanne had just come back from doing the school run, 
still angry after the argument she'd had with her 
husband before he stormed off to work.

It was a warm sunny morning and the school holidays 
were approaching. They had not been in the house long 
and they had contractors in doing some home 
improvements which was creating a lot of extra noise 
and dust.

When she got home, Steve was working in the house and 
she asked him to stop using the power tools as she 
needed to put her youngest, who was only a tot and not 
of school age, for his morning nap. 

After she had settled him, she went downstairs and made 
herself a cold drink. It was a very hot June morning 
and she was wearing a short skirt and a loose fitting 
top in an attempt to remain cool. As it was so warm, as 
she often did, she wore no bra.

Joanne went and asked Steve if he would like a cold 
drink and he asked for a glass of iced water. He joined 
her in the sitting room, stating he could do no more 
work if he couldn't use his power tools and other jobs 
could not be continued until the filler dried.

They sat in the lounge where the seats were opposite 
each other, and they chatted about all sorts of trivia. 
Steve was happy sitting opposite Joanne as she sat with 
her legs crossed in such a way that he had a perfect 
view of her upper thighs and panties. When she leaned 
forward, he also got a better view of her cleavage and 
he made a point to keep asking her questions which made 
her lean forward.

Joanne, too, felt some strange attraction to Steve, he 
was youngish, very muscular and well tanned. He wore 
denim shorts and a white sleeveless vest, showing off 
his tanned muscular body.

She was pointing out some cracks in the ceiling and 
walls and he joined her on her sofa so he could get a 
better look at what she was pointing at. She then 
pointed out some other work that needed to be done and 
as she did so, she accidentally knocked Steve's water 
all over his vest. They joked about it and he pulled 
his vest off and hung it over a radiator to dry. She 
saw his well toned muscular torso and she suddenly felt 
horny. She was married but her shit of a husband had 
really pissed her off earlier. It would serve him right 
if she were to misbehave. 

They flirted a little and he teased her about her still 
wearing a top. She refused to remove her top initially, 
saying she was a "married woman" and didn't do that 
sort of thing. When Steve accidentally on purpose spilt 
his drink over her top, things changed a little.

He poured the water over her tits and the material 
stuck to her skin like you would expect to see in a 
"Miss wet T shirt" contest. Joanne huffed and hawed and 
then she lifted her top by the bottom hem up over her 
head and placed her top on the radiator next to his. 
There! She was topless. Steve was impressed. Joanne was 
petite in height but ample in bust, especially since 
she had babies, her bust size had remained substantial.

He commended her on her lovely tits and she accepted 
the praise with gratitude. Joanne had never been 
topless with a stranger other than on holiday on the 
beach and never in such close proximity. Neither had 
she been unfaithful to her husband (until now) but she 
suddenly felt like she was drunk or something and 
whatever it was, it was taking over her common sense.

"I'd better go and get changed," she said, heading for 
the staircase. She stopped and looked Steve in the eye.

"I'm going to my bedroom. Would you like to come?"

Steve recognised the double entendre and he thought he 
may have misunderstood. 

"Pardon," he said.

"I'm going to my bedroom. Would you like to come?" she 
said again, that come on look in her own eye. She 
licked her lips seductively as she hung on to the 
banister. Steve followed her upstairs and she ushered 
him into her room, quickly looking in on the baby to 
ensure he was still asleep.

Satisfied the tot was fast asleep and content, she went 
to her room and closed the door behind her, shutting 
the bolt in a symbolic way. The only other person in 
the house was the baby and he was safe and sound in his 
cot and couldn't get out if he tried. The bolt would 
not stop Steve leaving either, but the act of locking 
him in added to the eroticism.

She opened her drawer where she kept her underwear and 
pulled out some briefs and crop tops. She laid them out 
on the bed and saw there was a pink and an orange crop 
top, and a pair of lilac and a pair of gold briefs. She 
took off her micro skirt and noticed her briefs were 
white.

"Damn," she cursed. "Nothing matches."

"So what's the problem?" asked Steve.

"How can I make sure that what I wear on my top matches 
what I wear on my bottom," she pondered. Steve walked 
up to her.

"That's easy, I'll show you," he said and he dropped to 
his knees in front of Joanne and pulled her knickers to 
the floor, helping her step out of them. He casually 
noticed that her pussy was already moist and flushed, 
the blood flow to the area increasing almost as though 
she was getting turned on.

"There," he declared. "Now your top and bottom match!" 

Joanne smiled. 

"You're naughty" she joked with him. She put her undies 
back in her drawer then she laid on the bed, one leg 
straight but the other knee raised slightly before 
allowing the leg to drop to one side, allowing Steve 
the perfect view of her love tunnel.

Joanne patted the vacant part of the bed next to her 
and looked at Steve's muscular body, noticing the tell 
tale bulge in his shorts.

"If you take off your pants, you can come on the bed 
with me," she said sexily, continuing to exploit the 
double entendre. What happened next surprised Joanne 
for two reasons.

As Steve undid his denim shorts and allowed them to 
drop to the floor, she noticed firstly that the dirty 
bastard was not wearing any under pants. Secondly, his 
pretty firm erection was large. 

"Wow," she whispered, almost to her self. She regained 
her composure and said "No one told me these came in 
different sizes". Steve beamed as he joined her on the 
bed.

"I've never seen one that big before," she lied. Joanne 
had always been lucky with her boy friends and they had 
always been substantially well endowed with the 
exception of her husband who was a measly 5 inches. "I 
bet you keep your girl friends well satisfied," she 
said.

"Never had any complaints yet," he said. "Anyway, you 
can talk. When did you have your implants done?" he 
said, pointing to her tits. They looked natural but 
Steve was playing the game a bit.

"I haven't. They're natural," Joanne said.

"There's only one way to find out," Steve said and he 
reached over and cupped one of her tits. His hands were 
rough from the manual work that he did but his actions 
were slow and gentle and he made a point of caressing 
both of her breasts.

"Mmm, they feel real," he said, leaning forward and 
licking her nipples and sucking on them, ensuring each 
breast got plenty of attention, a hand on one and his 
mouth on the other, swapping over periodically. Joanne 
threw her head back and enjoyed the experience, her 
pulse was racing, her husband forgotten temporarily.

Steve moved his hand to the space between her legs and 
she moved herself to a more comfortable position which 
allowed Steve easier access to her pussy. 

"My god, you're wet," he commented, moving his lips 
from her nipples to her face and kissing her on her 
lips for the first time. Joanne flinched momentarily, 
thoughts of her husband appeared in her mind but were 
gone in a flash and she returned the kiss, her tongue 
searching for his tongue. His fingers entered her wet 
opening between her legs and she moaned gently, 
reaching out for Steve's ample cock. She wanked him 
whilst he frigged her, their kisses continuous as they 
aroused each other.

She withdrew from the kiss and pushed Steve back on the 
bed so he was lying down, symbolically on her husband's 
side of the bed, and she pushed her dark hair away from 
her as she leaned towards his aching manhood. She took 
a deep breath before lowering her mouth on to his 
erection which stood like a flag pole. She had seldom 
done this to her husband although she had given lots of 
head to previous boy friends. She couldn't stand waste, 
however, and objected to any guy cumming in her mouth. 
Spunk was for pussy's and that was her belief.

She worked up a rhythm on his erection and he lay back, 
offering words of encouragement. She gauged that Steve 
was pretty aroused and may not last too much longer, so 
she stopped and crawled up the bed and they kissed, 
passing on the taste of his pre cum and lubricant to 
his own mouth.

He rolled her over so she was lying on her back and he 
stood briefly and got something out of the pocket of 
his jeans. Joanne heard the unmistakable sound of a 
foil packet being opened and stretching of rubber. 
Steve joined her immediately, having dressed for the 
occasion. 

"I'm not sure I can accommodate some thing that size," 
Joanne lied. She'd had several cocks of a similar size 
but that had been some years ago. 

"I'm sure it'll be OK," Steve whispered, leaning 
forward and kissing her gently. He wriggled his body 
and without the use of hands, his erection expertly 
found it's way to the opening of her warm, moist and 
inviting pussy. He continued the action of lowering his 
body and moving forward and his cock entered Joanne 
slowly and purposefully. Joanne took a sharp intake of 
breath, not caring she was being unfaithful, more 
interested in having this monster cock inside her. His 
actions continued, slowly filling her vagina with his 
substantial penis.

Joanne could feel herself approaching a climax and 
Steve had only entered her a few moments ago. Unable to 
control herself, she thrust her hips upwards into his 
groin, reaching for his buttocks and pulling him deeper 
into her, her nails digging into the soft flesh of his 
arse, so deep the nails would scar the skin of his 
buttocks.

He climax was at the point of no return and, conscious 
that too much noise might wake the baby, she stifled 
her scream by thrusting her tongue into Steve's mouth, 
her back arched and her body stiffened as the orgasm 
wracked through her entire being. As her climax 
diminished, she released her clutches on her lover and 
drew in breath in a laboured way, the intensity of her 
orgasm greater than she could ever remember. No need to 
fake it today, she thought wryly to herself!

Steve withdrew himself and rolled her over to the side 
of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She leaned 
forward but Steve repositioned her so that as he 
entered her from behind, he could see her tits bouncing 
around in the reflection of the mirror on the dressing 
table.

As he entered her, she moaned loudly. This was an 
excellent way of obtaining a deeper penetration and he 
began pounding himself deeper into her. He noticed from 
her reflection that she was grimacing so he stopped.

"Are you OK?" he enquired.

"It's a bit uncomfortable" she said, disengaging 
herself from him and she turned to face him. She placed 
one hand on the base of his erection and drew her other 
hand along the length of it, before resuming her 
previous position. Without a word, Steve re-entered her 
and she sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"That's better," she said, opening her clenched fist 
and displaying the condom she had removed from Steve's 
dick.

"You like it bareback, do you," he said, keeping the 
motion going.

"Ooh yes," she replied in such a way, Steve did not 
know if she was answering his question or enjoying the 
sensation.

"I'll bet you do this to all the contractors, don't 
you," he asked, jokingly. Joanne looked at his 
reflection in the mirror.

"Only those with big cocks" she said in the best slutty 
voice she could muster. 

"And what do you say to them," he enquired.

"I tell them to fuck me," she said, almost spitting the 
words out with venom. "I tell them to fuck me like I'm 
telling you to fuck me," she went on.

"Do you let them fuck you or do you fuck them?" 

"I don't care, as long as I fuck," she said, her manner 
getting more profound and erotic. "Now less talk and 
more fucking" she said. Steve increased his pace and 
Joanne's breathing intensified. She hadn't been fucked 
like this since, well she hadn't been fucked like this 
ever. Steve was not only a big lad, but very 
experienced and really horny. 

Joanne could not believe that a guy of this calibre 
would ever be interested in a lady like her, married 
with kids, approaching 30. Sure, she was pretty and had 
beautiful curves, but she had baggage and was on the 
petite side.

Steve was simultaneously thinking how lucky he was, 
having a woman as horny as Joanne suck his dick and 
fuck him. He was a contractor, nothing more than a 
labourer and hardly a big catch like a doctor or a 
lawyer. Sure he was well built, in every area, but he 
was a nobody in life's chart of status. 

Their thoughts were postponed by the slowing of 
Joanne's movements, she was on the verge of another 
orgasm and she writhed and moaned, her breathing as 
laboured as ever, her skin sweaty, her pussy soaking 
wet and full of Steve's immense dick. He reached 
forward and squeezed her tits, tweaking the nipples as 
he did, the roughness of his skin combined with the 
gentleness of his actions accentuated Joanne's 
pleasure.

"Tell me," she implored. "Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm fucking you," he said, "I'm fucking you from 
behind. A total stranger is fucking you and I'm going 
to make you cum" he said, thrusting himself in deeper.

"I'm coming," Joanne cried and Steve knew he was pretty 
close to his own climax. He repositioned one of his 
hands from her tits to her clitoris and the action 
toppled her over the edge and she reached another 
climax. Her pussy lips applied pressure on his hard 
erection and Steve reached his climax whilst inside her 
and he pushed his dick in as far as it would go. Joanne 
squealed as he did so, her climax almost subsiding as 
he came.

"I'm fucking coming," he said, gasping for breath, "You 
horny bitch, you've made me come," as he spurted his 
hot sticky load into her. He watched her reflection in 
the mirror, her laboured breathing causing her breasts 
to quiver. He withdrew himself from her and they 
collapsed on the bed, catching their breath.

"Why did you remove the condom?" he asked after a short 
silence.

"I don't believe in waste," Joanne replied, smiling 
broadly.

"That was a but sluttish," he said.

"I like to think so," she replied, leaning towards him 
and nibbling his ear, her tongue probing around his 
lobe, her warm breath on his cheek.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Fancy another fuck?" she said, her left hand dropping 
down to his crotch and masturbating his semi hard and 
very wet cock.

Steve smiled at her, noticing the nipples on her ample 
breasts were still pert.

"What about the finishing of?" he queried.

"I'm the one that needs finishing," she said. "I've got 
at least another 3 orgasms inside me and I want this 
dick to give it to me" Joanne continued, her hand 
movements on his erection becoming more intense. Steve 
murmured at the pleasure of having this beautiful woman 
wank him off.

"Oh, and you've got 15 minutes before the baby needs to 
get up, so get a move on!" she ordered.

Steve pushed her back on the bed, kissing her gently 
and mounted her missionary. He could have got up to 
find the discarded condom but he knew he did not need 
to. 

"Come on, come on," Joanne ordered, half jokingly, half 
in frustration. "I need to be fucked and I need to be 
fucked hard by a big cocked stranger, so fuck me now," 
she said.

Steve began to enter her, unaware that the discarded 
condom had fallen into her husband's slipper under the 
bed and unaware that with the windows open to let some 
breeze in, it also allowed sound out. Luckily, the 
neighbour across the street had poor hearing, but the 
view he got from his bedroom of their actions in the 
reflection from the dressing table mirror kept him 
entertained.

"How many times can you make me cum in 15 minutes?" 
Joanne challenged Steve.

"Start counting," he said as he began to fuck her 
again.

END

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