By this time, the questioning sort of slowed down, and I could see that she was focusing a bit more on the vibrator that she had kept running up and down her clitty, and the thought of what this beautiful woman might have been when she was my age had me ramped up, so I told her to open her pussy, so that I could see the vib enter her, and concentrated on the wet folds.....saying that is so pretty, I'll bet you taste good, I can't wait to fuck you.....the talk had it's effect on both of us. He got a dreamy look on her face, her nipples went hard as if I was putting ice on them, and her focus narrowed to the tip of my cock, just as I erruped.
It's important to understand that she was sitting in a dressing chair, and I was standing between where her legs would have been if they weren't over the arms of the chair. So, we were close. My first spurt, went all the way to her face, some of it landing on her open mouth, successive spurts moved down her body, so that the last part was in her pubic hair. I bent forward, scooping up the cum with my finger, and feeding it to her, telling her that I wanted her to taste all my cum. In the process, I had a nice time feeling her titties, her tummy, and even touching her slit to get the last of the cum. But, with that, I didn't bring it to her lips, but rubbed it into her clit, and fingered her a bit, which brought her off again, so now the score is 3 to 1. I leaned forward to let her taste the last drop off my cock, and then pulled up a chair to sit opposite her, and said lets talk some more, I want to know how best to turn you on, and I want to watch your body some more.

I asked her about the first time she got fucked, and she said that it was boyfriend in college, who she had petted a lot with, and finially got her alone at one of his friends house, and had gotten her hot enough to "do the deed". She said that she was underwhelmed, that it was uncomfortable and over in only a minute or two. She fucked him twice more before they broke up, but said it had never been that exciting. She said that she could orgasm by herself thinking of how it might be, but in the act, the focus was always on how quickly he could cum. During this period of time, late college and her early working years, she found a bit of excitement in wearing low cut blouses or swimsuits that were (intentionally) a little too loose, and that she knew the guys were looking, which made her pussy really wet. She actually had brief flings with a couple of them, and while she liked playing with their hard cocks, and having them look at her, the fucking was unremarkable. With her husband, it had been much the same, except that he was very much more interested in finding wife suitable for a "white shoes lawyer", and he seemed more excited about her dressing up for a party than seeing her nakked. They had two kids fairly quickly, and after that, his interest in her in the bedroom really seemed to die out.
She did admit that after she had her first episode with me that she had masturbated at least twice every day, and had just recently purchased the vibrator, hoping that I would like it. I asked if she had any other "handymen" like me, and she said that she had a lot to the house, and always wore something that would look nice, and that would be ameniable to letting her give away a downblouse. She said that two guys in particular seemed to always be lingering "just over my shoulder", and really seemed to be present when she "bent over to indicate what work she wanted done". She had even seen 'tenting" in the pants of one of them, which "made my pussy absolutely dirp", but anytime she tried to hint about "see anything you like", they beat a hasty retreat.
The basic issue was that she was a very hot and responsive woman, raised in an age when 'being nice" was a very big social value, and who was somewhat trapped in a marriage to a guy with a really minimal sex drive. She was comming to the latter part of her sex life with enormous frustration. I happened to be just smart enough to appreciate the beauty she clearly had, and was just with it enough to pick up on a signal that she was sending out. She taught me very early that women wanted to be appreciated, but that you had to stage your appreciation, from very polite to very lewd in stages.
In the process of this conversation, we managed to go through several more 'rounds". I succeeded in cumming 7 times for her. As I got a little slower cumming, her "score' got up into the 20's. It was mostly pure "jack and jill", although I got a bit of a feel everytime I cleaned my cum off of her, and got my finger more than a bit 'stinky", and she really seemed to like when I smelled and tasted it. Both of us were very tired, very sated, and more than a bit sore by the end. She was very pleased that she had made me cum so many times, and much more than pleased to have had that many orgasms. I kissed her deeply as I left, and told her that I was very much looking forward to "claiming my reward" for my performance. She said "so am I, but I need to recover some first"

Last chapter in what is a very enjoyable memory.
A few days later, I got sent out to "do some more work" at the house of my friend. I hoped, and sort of expected, that now would be the time to fuck a bit, important since my holiday was ending and the chances would be decreasing. Knowing that "being desired" was what was really driving things for her, I asked her to "dress up" as if she was going to one of the parties that her hubby's law firm put on. I wanted to see what she was like in her "normal world". When I got there, she was really dressed up, hair to heels, with a very nice and very hot dress on. I immediately let her know that I thought it was really attractive. i was also struck by how much cleavage she showed. She took me back to her dressing room, and modeled it for me, and when she stood a certain way I could see almost all of one boob. When she sat down, and crosed her legs, it was like what Sharon Stone would become famous for in Basic Instinct, the "beaver shot" really was "beaver". She had on pull up stockings, a garater belt, but no panties. I asked her to model a couple more of her "normal outfits" and the story was the same, plenty of cleavage (but artfully displayed) and the easy opportunity to see her goodies up her dress. When I asked her, she said, yeah, that she like to be a bit of a tease, but in a way that was very high class, and had a certain deniability. She said that occasionally she could get her hubbys law partners to hover around her trying to see down (or up) her dress, and that she occasionally could see them getting a bit of "tenting" in their pants, which really pleased her. All the while, she had deniability that she was anything except the good partners wife.
Ultimately, I sat down in one of the chairs, and asked her to to a striptease for me. She was very good, knowing how to turn and move so that her dress was revealing in stages. Ultimately she slid the dress off and sat opposite me, staring at the very obvious tent in my shorts, and then at my cock as I pulled it out and stared up to her beaver. She came over to me and danced right in front of me, so that I could run my hands up and down her, and massage her nice butt while kissing her stomach. Her bra was pretty much just a shelf, and vey sheer, so within moments I had her titties out and was alternating sucking first one nipple then the other. By this point, I was ready to explode, so I told her that if she could get me off first, I'd be able to last long enough to make it better for her when we finially fucked. She was gettng better at oral, and attacked me with enthusiasm and purpose, and managed to swollow almost all that I produced.
After that, I took her hand and led her to the bed, laid her out, and proceeded to have my first real tast of her pussy. the 1960's were before ladies routinely shaved, but she was very well trimmed, and I could see as well as taste her pussy. I'm no porn star, but i've been told that I know my way around a pussy, even back then when I was only 20. It took her a minute to relax and get into it, but then she got wet, then wetter, then she started breathing hard, and her muscle strarted contracting, then she got wetter.....well, by my best estimate she came several tmes. She had been eaten before, but not often, and not by someone interested in her pleasure, so I think she enjoyed herself.
By this point, my 20 year old cock was standing at full attention, so I asked her what she wanted. She said "fuck me and make me cum, show me how much you want me". That was an enjoyable task, so I positioned myself between her legs, and began to run the head of my cock along her lips. She was so wet that I slid in almost before I had intended to, as I wanted to tease her for a bit. In any case, we were soon fully "joined". It was a good thing that she had already made me cum once. The combination of her slippriness and the anticipation of finally fucking gave me control problems. I hung on until she had cum, which she reiterated was the first time she had ever cum with a cock in her. We cuddled and kissed for a while, with me still in her. After a few minutes, the kisses got a little more intense and we began to thrust against each other, so I rolled over on my back, with her straddling me. i told her that i could probably last a long time, and that she should see if she liked to be the one doing the work. We alternated between her sitting up (where I could play with her titties) and closer kissing, with riding me to very obvious satisfaction. The rest of the day was devoted to different positions (69, doggy, reverse cowgirl, her sucking me, me eating her). Back in those days, anal was not very popular, so other than my teasing her bottom with my finger tip, anal was about the only thing we didn't do. In the process of this, I was smart enough to keep telling her how pretty she was, hot hot she was, how hard she made me.......with rotation from very nice and proper to very graphic and dirty. Anyway, I think the finished the day with a very good sense of her ability to satisfy a younger man.
I went back to school, but continued to see her on holiday periods as I would happily sign up for my "assistant handyman" job when i was home. We finailly broke it off when I graduated and moved across the country for professional school. In the interm, she said that she had several other "handymen" to do work for her, and that she showed off for a lot of them, and actually had a few who did 'extra duty". From her perspective, we were where she could go further than she could whith her huppys partners, in that we were too young to be threats to her rather nice (60's lifestyle). As far as I can tell now, she was a hot, responsive woman, trapped in the wrong time of history and with a hubby who for all the other good things he did, just never understood the simple need for a woman to 'feel wanted" For me, beyond a series of really nice adventures, she taught me a lot about some of the fundamental needs that women have; sometimes even when they don't quite realize what they need. I actually last saw her just as she turned 60, and I was nearing the end of my professional training. I came over and "moved the token box", and then we did the Jack and Jill thing again, followed by a nice, gentle session in the bed. She had aged, but quite gracefully, and still responded strongly to evidence that she was exciting.

wife
 

The wife and her repairman equalizer..

The heating and A/C guy
 

Wow, loved Karlhein’s story, I wish I had that experience.

Slightly different since I’m not the repair guy, and I posted this in another thread a while back.

We have a maintenance contract on our furnaces and A/C units. So, a couple times a year we get service calls to make sure everything is in good working order before the heating season and then before the summer for A/C. The way our systems are, the lower level has a furnace/blower in the basement, and the 2nd floor is controlled by one in the attic. Even for the A/C, the guy has to check the blower after looking over the compressors outside.

It just goes that the attic one has the entrance in our walk-in closet. One of those ones where you pull down the ladder from the ceiling. Our master bedroom suite has a sitting room, then the bedroom, and then doors next to each other for our bathroom and the walk-in closet.

In the past, she’s always scheduled the visit and made sure to get ready before the guy arrives. This time I made it, for early Morning, knowing she would sleep in as usual. I “forgot” to tell her he was coming early. He started in the basement, and outside, then said he would go upstairs. I acted like I was busy and said “yeah, go ahead, you know where it is”. He was a younger guy (late 20’s) and had been here before. Earlier, I heard my wife getting up, hearing the sink, then the toilet. I knew the shower was next. As soon as I heard the water start, I ran upstairs and made sure the door to the bathroom was mostly open (she never closes it tight because you would have to really walk into our suite to even see the bathroom. And she didn’t expect a visitor. Oops.

I also made sure to rearrange some of the laundry in the basket on the floor if the closet. Put a pair of panties and a bra on top. Then moved the basket a little so he would have to move it when he brought the ladder down. I know, bad.

I then ran back to my office and played it casual when he asked if he could go upstairs. He had to realize the shower was going as he got closer. He knows the layout of our home. I only wish I had a camera to have captured what happened. He must have seen her, the angle is pretty good without having to stand in the doorway. How much did he see? How long did he see? Did she notice?

After his check he came down, did all his paperwork and then told me everything was good and left. I wanted to drop some hints to find out what he saw, but didn’t. Later, when she came down, she was mildly upset. She asked why I didn’t tell her they were coming by and I just said it totally slipped my mind. She told me she came out in a towel after drying off and saw the ladder down. She called up and he announced he was from the company and doing the checks. She told me she went back in the bathroom and closed the door until she was sure he left.

She asked me if I thought he saw anything, and I told her I doubted it. He was just there to do a job. She acted embarrassed, but I’m not so sure. I wish she had just waited in the sitting room with the towel, or naked, but that’s like a porn movie not real life. Who knows, a few months from now they need to check the heating system.

I wonder if she trusts me to make the appointment again.

*edit for some typos

Mrs F and the contractor
 

This conversation happened on a messenger system approx 4 years after their meet.
My comments are in speach marks and start after he had mentioned her ass when she was bent over.

This was the second time they had met the other time was just a stocking flash.

"Haha ace didn’t know you had her bent over. I never really heard what happened that day. Care to share?"

Yeah.
we had a brew and chatting asked about her tattoos she showed me one on her back, she just lifted her dress up and bent over so I could see it, I got rock hard then, she was basically naked apart from stockings, showing me her tattoo on her lower back I couldn’t believe it, she looked so good, amazing ass.
I asked if she had anymore she lifted her dress at the front and showed me her bee tattoo just above her pussy, beautiful pussy all smooth awesome black stockings
Your wife stood in front of me naked from the waist down showing me her shaved pussy, one of the best moments of my life. I could already see her clit had swelled and was sticking out, she was as turned on as me.
We then...

"Love it go on. Then you what?"

Then she came over and stood next to me
i turned her around and lifted her dress, her ass and pussy looked amazing, The inside of her thighs were shining with her wetness
I slipped two fingers in, she was sooo wet never felt anything like her, her juices ran into the palm of my hand, She was so turned on.
she then said....

"Great stuff go on."

I can’t believe I let you see my ass.
its a view I will not forget
I licked my fingers and rub her clit she let out a little moan and opened her legs, she was soaked her legs were slippy with her cum, I thought she was going to orgasm she was moving her hips round pressing her pussy against my hand, I could feel her clit harden as the blood rushed to her pussy I know she wanted me.
I wanted to fuck her on the table.
I was about to lift her dress off and lay her on the table to fuck her.
She then said ....is it really 14 years since I had my cock sucked
i said yes
She said drop your pants
i slid them down.
I was already nearly cummin.
she took me in her hot mouth, and sucked so gentle, I looked down and all I could see was your half naked wife in stockings with her wet pussy on show
then she took the whole of me in her throat ....omg
She squeezed my balls as she sucked me in deeper my knees were shaking as I exploded into her hot wet mouth
she sucked me dry
I heard her gulp my spunk down she carried on sucking me for a long time after
it was fucking Amazing 😉
So want to get more of her if possible
still wank over her to this day, you think one day I could cum in her pussy? I think about it all the time, want her bent over so I can really pound her get deep inside her, repay the favour give her the same pleasure she gave me.

"Never say never mate."

Ask her to whatsapp me back when she can.

Bartering a Blowjob for Bathroom Tile Work
 

Hi y’all,
A quick story that happened today that I wanted to share. As you may be aware I’m back up in Kirkland, WA working on renovating a bathroom and some other projects for a rental home we have here. I was proud of myself to have completed a number of the tasks in the bathroom project but got to a point with the tiling that I needed some help. Parts of the walls were uneven and I worried I’d screw it all up if I tried to tile myself. So I put I reached out to a couple contacts I had here but also decided to ask out on my social channels, to include FetLife and Adult Friendfinder to see if anybody was interested in some bartering.

I personally thought the barter idea was more of a joke and would gladly pay a contractor to help but I was surprised at the number of offers I received to truly barter for the job. The most straight forward offer was 4 hrs of skilled labor for a blowjob and to cum on my face. Wow that seemed like a good deal right? He also told me he was a tile guy for a cabinet maker and worked putting in tile all day long. This would be a nice break as he didn’t get his cock sucked very often. I appreciated his honestly.

So this morning at 8AM Mark the tile guy pulled up in my drive-way in his white work van. Let’s say Mark wasn’t the picture of fitness. He was prob 80lbs overweight and fairly short. I’m 5’10” and I know I had a few inches on him. He looked my age, in his 40s, but was sporting a really great smile. I welcomed Mark into my house and showed him the bathroom and project ahead. He felt it was an easy project and was happy to help.

“So should we get started?” Mark asked?

“Sure, were the terms we arranged still good for you?” I asked?

“Fuck yeah, I’m all for you sucking my dick, you’re better looking than I expected!”

I told Mark I was flattered he felt that way. I’d sent the boys to their friend’s house for the day so I was free to suck some cock. He groaned when I unzipped him and took out his dick.

"Damn!" I thought, when I took it in my hand. It wasn’t the most impressive one I'd seen, but it sure was thick and it was growing...quickly. I licked the tip while I held his balls in my hand. He was nearly fully erect by then. I’d say a solid 5 inches but thick like a cucumber. I love a good, hard, big cock for sure, but when sucking it may actually be easier to blow a shorter one. I was able to try out my deep throat skills. I slid my tongue up his imposing shaft. I could taste the sweat, the manly musk on him. I don’t think he’d showered. It's like a natural pheromone for me. I get turned on something fierce by the taste and smell of cock. I just love it.

"God," he panted, "what made you want to do this?" he asked, eyes closed and focused as I took his head in my mouth.

“I love sucking guys cocks, I think I’m pretty good at it, and it seemed like a wild way to get my bathroom tiled”, I said to Mark taking turns sucking and speaking.

"Mmm, I'm so okay with this arrangment," he laughed nervously as I went to work on his beautiful dick. "Can I ....at least see some of what you've got up there," he groaned, motioning at my top. So I pulled the yoga top up, exposing my tits to him.

"Dayummmm," he moaned as they were revealed to him. He ogled them for a while, Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples. Literally like a clamp, he pinched them and didn't let go. I looked up and he tilted his head back, leaned against the wall and focused on the pleasure. I was in a zone. This is what I missed as an Uber driver. This is what I wanted, and needed. I was blowing a guy who I barely knew, with my titties out. I was practically gushing.

I decided to see how much of Mark’s fat cock into my mouth and throat. I lower my face quite a bit to get his tip in my mouth before regaining my posture and sucking him deeper. He groaned in approval and that only encouraged me to go farther. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in.

I pulled my head back and blinked away the tears that formed at my eyes as I looked up at Mark for approval. I then slowly pushed him back down my throat. His dick brushed against that sensitive part of my throat again, and I felt my neck muscles clench around his shaft as they tried to expel him out. He moaned as I gagged. I pulled my head up so that only his tip was in my mouth and sucked on it while I caught my breath.

His hands were now weaved through my blonde hair but didn't apply any pressure on the back of my head. "I like your hair," he whispered.

"Fankoo," I mumbled around his swollen cock head.

I relaxed my throat and slowly sucked him into my mouth again. He was firming up and almost to the point where I knew I wouldn't be able to fit him anymore, so I wanted to make it count. I pushed my face down his throbbing shaft, wiggling my tongue under the belly of his cock as I did. One of his hands thumped on the wall as he was obviously loving this.

I felt him brush against my gag reflex once more and I held it there. My throat wanted to react, but I waited. Slowly, patiently, I pushed him past that barrier in my throat that was trying to keep him from going any deeper. I felt my neck swell as he gradually slid deeper down. I climbed my face down his shaft with my lips like I was slurping spaghetti until my nose touched his pelvis and his heavy musky balls rested on my chin and the slowly pulled out. My god I still had it lol.

I suckled the head lovingly and circled my tongue around it, eventually vacuuming it with loud, "pops" each time I'd pull off of it. It was driving him mad. We were both in a fever and unfortunately for both of us, he eventually couldn't stand it. He held the back of my head, though gently, as he blasted stream after stream onto my face and portions in my mouth. I kept up the pace of pumping his thick cock while he filled my face and mouth with that sweetness.

“Wow you like that don’t you!!” Mark grunted.

“Yes, I love the taste. I know most women think it's gross. I think it's the tastiest thing in the world. I'd rather have that taste on my lips than bacon.”

I continued to pump his cock, all the while telling me how great I was, how wonderful it felt. I smiled and did one last "pop" off of his glorious cock. I looked up and licked my lips to get the last of the cum while he watched in amazement. I even sc****d a load of cum off my cheek and into my mouth savoring the flavor. He did have some tasty cum!

"Thanks!" I giggled. "Was that a good start?" I adjusted my top and stood up giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Is there anything I can do before you get started?” I asked.

“Wow no that was amazing! I’ll get started right away.” Mark replied

And he’s been at it ever since. I suspect at noon he’s going to want another payment of some sort. He keeps smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat.

I’ll let you know how the day goes.

Kisses, jen

Last Friday
 

This isn’t a wild as the previous post but pretty exciting to me. Last Thursday the spring in our garage door broke. Which meant we could not open the door automatically or manually as the door is super heavy. I called the garage door company and arranged for the repairman to come the next morning. My plan was to briefly speak with the man then leave for work, leaving my wife to settle up when the job was finished.

The repairman was on time. He looked to be around 30. I brought him in the side door to take him to the garage. As we came in my wife was visible in the kitchen. She was wearing a thin pair of pajamas and her panties were clearly visible. Her back was to us. I said, honey the repairman is here. She turned around and she was braless. She has 38 DDs so it is extremely obvious when she is braless. Plus her nipples were quite erect and pushing the fabric out. The worker got a big eye full then I showed him down another hall to the garage. He got started and I went back inside.

My wife came up and said why did you bring him inside to work on the door? I would have never been dressed like this. I calmly pointed out that since we can’t raise the door, how else was I getting him inside. Oh, she said, realizing that was the only way to get in.

I then told her I was leaving and to pay the man when he finished.

That night after work, I asked her if everything was fixed and did she pay the guy. She said yes. She then told me that she was going to change when the guy yelled for her from the garage. He had the door opened but needed her to move the car so he could install the new spring. She had not been able to change so she walked out to the garage in the same outfit, got in her car and pulled into the driveway. Although she is in her early 50s, she said the guy was staring the whole way.

When she got out of the car, she thought to hell with it, so she made sure her tits were swaying as she walked back into the garage.

When he finished he came to the door and presented her the bill. She told him to come in as she needed to get her check book. Her purse was on the floor and she says she bent over and rummaged around, giving him a good down blouse view. As she stood up, he quickly looked away.

Anyway she paid him and nothing else happened. I’m not positive she gave him as long a down blouse look as she claims, but I hope she did.

I still think about this frequently. I do PC work, I get to this house, the complaint was virus related, my boss said he knew these people, he told me the lady is pretty hot. The lady greets me at the door, she is acting like she is in a hurry, she shows me where the PC is, gives me her password. She says her husband is about to leave on a business trip, she is going to say goodbye, I really don't need her much anyway.

I hear voices in the hall behind me, then a few minutes later I can hear sex noises coming from the next room, apparently a peck on the cheek wasn't going to do. The noise gets a little more frantic, then quiet. A few minutes later doors opening, then "bye, see, you Friday, I love you."

She is gone a while longer, then comes in dressed in yoga pants and a stretch top, with wet hair, I presume she took a shower. Darn, I wanted so smell her sex scents.

Taking a Shower in Front of Workmen
 

We have had several workmen on our property for almost two weeks. They had almost finished their job, and I walked down to talk with them before they left. When we had the house built, I had a picture window put in the bathroom shower. I actually had it put in so I could watch my wife showering while I was working outside doing landscaping. The window is really large and is placed so that one can see a person showering from just above their head down to their thighs. As I was talking to the repair guys, I saw them keep glancing up at that window area. I had my back to the house while discussing the project with them. Finally, it became obvious that they were not really listening to what I had to say. So, I turned around and looked at the house. There was my wife in all her naked spender in the shower bent backward toward the shower head washing the soap out of her hair. She paid no attention to her audience and continued to wash her entire body very slowly and deliberately.

The workmen both apologized for staring at her. I told them not to worry about it, because I was pretty certain that she knew quite readily what she was doing. I told them that they could just go ahead and watch the show while I wrote them a check. They asked if I was certain that I didn't mind. I said that it was no problem, and that they could walk up and get a closer look if they desired. And, while I was writing their check, they did just that. They walked up within five yards of the window. Apparently, my wife pretended that they were invisible. She finished the shower and was bent over at the waist with her rear end up in the air toward the window while drying her feet. Finally, she looked out and feigned surprise that the workmen were there and ran for cover.

After they left, I said to her, "Well, you gave the workmen a really good show!" She asked what I meant, and I responded that they got to watch her shower for about ten minutes. She again feigned innocence, and said, "Oh, I am so embarrassed -- I will never be able to face them again!" I just said, "Sure!"