How I cheated on my husband with a plumber
Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you, not by my real name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-change to my loving but very jealous husband. My name is Olivia, I am 32 years old, and for these years, I just have a great body, especially the ass and firm breasts of the B-size, which drove others crazy since university.
Frankly, I married John (my husband) for convenience because before I got a high-paying position in an HR company, I needed money and a close person. We never had anything special with John, and even our sex was quite banal due to his rampant religiosity - he didn't want me in the arse, and I just pine for anal. Besides sexual sanctimony, my hubby is not averse to dissolving his hands in a fit of jealous rage because, in his understanding, I flirt with every friend of his and last time, I kicked him out of the house for a while. Of course, we could divorce, but without him, I have no idea how to support myself in such a heavy metropolis, yet I was not entitled to anything in front of him.
While drinking wine and sobbing from another domestic tragedy, I heard water running from under the bathroom door crack. And, of course, he was significantly frightened because such problems should solve a man, and he did not! Instead of humiliating myself in front of my ex, I called a random plumber on the ad. Thank God he arrived just 40 minutes later. Apparently, he caught my voice. Surprisingly, it was far from a nasty, rude man, but a tidy young man with blue eyes and a neatly folded suitcase of tools. I was immediately turned on at the thought of cheating on my brutal hubby, and the guy started brazenly flirting with me.
Do you think only blokes watch porn? Of course not. I was watching videos before I got married, during, and even after I didn't stop surfing the web. Therefore, stories with the plumber I am familiar with firsthand and to realise the fantasy I wanted a long time ago. And just now, everything was folding, as in one of the many videos. And what else needs a lonely housewife at quite a young age more than sex without commitment? It's long past time to get rid of the mental dependence on her husband and just fuck for her own pleasure.
The young plumber did take his mind off the molestation for a while and decided to fix the leak. And I got rid of my underwear and twirled around the object of lust in a silk dressing gown.
"Would you like to take a little break" I turned to the guy. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Henry, and you, if I'm not mistaken, Olivia, and let's better on you. The flood is basically stopped and we can distract ourselves. Besides, it's always nice to talk to a beautiful girl."
Yeah, it's too late to back out. I invited the guy to the kitchen, where I had already prepared a couple of glasses.
"You don't mind wine?"
"I don't mind screwing you," with these words, he turned me round sharply and buried his lips in my neck.
Good for him, I thought at that moment; I'd instead do it right away and without any unnecessary words than have stupid conversations about nothing.
In a moment, I opened my dressing gown, and the assertive plumber began to squeeze my firm tits and greedily suck my hardened nipples. Before I knew it, he had pulled down my trousers and pushed his stiff cock into my slit. There was no limit to my joy, because I felt a big enough cock and moaned with pleasure.
At that moment I was excited about everything. Sex without a condom with a stranger, strong hands on my waist, and gusty movements of the guy, with which the powerful penis plunged deeper into my bosom. I rolled my eyes in ecstasy and wrapped my legs around the guy as I continued to enjoy the unbridled sex on the table. After a while, I collapsed on the countertop, but the plumber showed miracles of endurance.
"Wait a minute," I barely whispered.
"What is it?"
"First of all, my orgasm made me sober, and I'm not the one who's worried about the defence..."
"Don't worry about that. You're not the only ravenous housewife; I'm looking after myself."
"And secondly, I haven't had anal in a very long time."
"You're the best customer I've had in a long time, and your misfortune needs to be rectified."
"Then, let's not waste any more time." I grabbed the catcher by his enormous cock and led him into the bedroom, where there was lube on the bedside table.
The experienced beau didn't need to be told what to do. He put me on the bed and began to masturbate my arse gently but very rhythmically. I had to bite the blanket hysterically, for it was no longer moans but wild screams of joy mixed with pleasure. And the neighbours should not be suspicious.
I don't know exactly how long I had to wait for something like this. Still, the anticipation was so intense that it took only a few minutes, and I was ready for more. Henry gently inserted the straining pisser into my tight anus. And by this point, my body was held so tightly that it scared the plumber-lover a little.
"C-c-continue.." I began to stammer from the sweet and long-forgotten sensations.
He didn't need any encouragement. He began to fuck me slowly and, in proportion to the growth of my arousal, gained momentum. My arse was burning with fire, but not from pain, but from insane pleasure. I tried to move to meet the massive phallus of my partner, and soon I felt every centimetre in me, and big balls periodically slapped me on my wet pussy.
I don't know how long it went on, but we didn't stop fucking for quite some time. Everything blended together in one mad rush. Anal orgasms echoed somewhere in my uterus, my eyes went dark, my pulse pounded in my temples. But I still vividly remember the moment when Henry cummed in my arse. John was still flowing out of my ass for a long time while I was lying in bed.
By the time I could move, Henry had already finished fixing me. We drank wine, chatted, and I held onto the impressive cock some more. As soon as the door slammed behind the master, I couldn't wait to bathe. Relaxing in the hot water, the new sensations excited me again wildly. I masturbated my clit for a long time, replaying every second of the anal betrayal in my head. I'll deal with my husband later. Besides, I still have to break the tap in the kitchen.