the barbecue builder
She looked so sexy stretched out naked on our bed, her eyes closed, the palm of one hand resting on her pubic mound. Victoria, my wife, hadn’t expected me home this early, and I stood fascinated at the bedroom door, watching her bring herself to an afternoon delight. I had never seen her masturbate before that day, although she had never denied that she did. She was so engrossed in her sexual fantasy as she fingered her clit that she hadn’t heard me come down the hall, and didn’t see me standing there now. I shook with the erotic excitement of secretly watching her, admiring her nakedness, savouring the roundness of her breasts and how they heaved with each laboured breath. I thrilled at the glistening slickness between her thighs, the gorgeously sensuous curve of her ass cheeks as they surrounded the sexy splayed pussy her fingers were working on so diligently. I wondered what she was picturing in that lovely head of hers, but when I looked out the window into the backyard I got a good idea. The shirtless hunk, Eric, was in his early 30s and was working on the brick barbecue we were having put in. His muscles rippled and testosterone practically oozed from his sweat glands, and now I knew what şişli escort was inspiring my wife as she diddled her clit while lying completely naked on our bed in the middle of the afternoon. I stood quietly watching her, still deeply immersed in her private sexual pleasure. She had never showed a desire for other men, or admitted that she could possibly fantasize about fucking a construction worker in her husband’s bed; but there she was, playing with her pussy while a half-naked hunk worked just a few yards from our bedroom window. When my panting wife came, her whole body went tense. She pulled her knees up, spread her legs wide apart and inserted a finger deep into her vagina, which constricted around it as she savoured the intensity of her private orgasm. She moaned, then almost purred, and I thought she looked incredibly sexy, laying on the bed with her pussy splayed and filled with an attentive finger while her body convulsed and trembled with her climax. I couldn’t help wondering to myself whether if that bricklaying hunk worked here for a few more days my wife would end up fucking him. Or would she just go on dreaming about doing it while she watched him naked from mecidiyeköy escort our bed? I could picture them on the bed together, his young cock driving rapidly in and out of my wife’s pussy. My imagination conjured up the scene in vivid colour. I was brought back to reality by a movement on the bed, as Victoria brought her glistening finger from her cunt and slipped it into her mouth, gleefully sucking her own juices off her finger, smiling contentedly all the while. I quickly moved away from the door and snuck quietly back down the hall and out of the house. I waited for three days before coming home early again, figuring that it would take at least that long for Victoria to get up the nerve to invite our hunky worker inside for a “cold drink”, if she ever did. That Thursday I took off early and entered the house at about the same time as before. The place was quiet as I walked silently from room to room. When I got to the end of the hallway I heard the soft sound of heavy breathing, and a familiar steady squeaking sound. It was the springs of our mattress that I heard, and my heart took a sudden leap, as did my cock. But I told myself not to get too excited, as she might be pleasuring herself as before while watching our bare-chested construction worker in the back yard. But as I peeked around the open door, I saw what I had imagined just a few days before. There on the bed was my naked wife, sitting up and riding her “bronco” as though he was a stallion in stud service. With every bounce of her body his cock rammed up into my previously proper wife and brought a grunt from deep in her throat that was like nothing I had heard from her in years. I watched with a kind of dark erotic appreciation as this woman who had always denied she could ever have an affair screwed this young bricklayer with such joyous sexual abandon as he drove repeatedly into her willing pussy. Fuck her good, my friend, I whispered softly, hoping that some day I would be able to say it to him out loud. Fill that pussy with your virile seed. Later that night, as I was eating that very pussy, I could taste the musky flavour of sex on her labia and in her pubic hair. I wanted to ask her, “Did you enjoy your afternoon fuck?” But I kept silent, and simply enjoyed the mental image of the naked construction worker screwing my wife on our bed. Over the next few days I noticed that there had been little progress on the barbecue, and I imagined the young hunk screwing my wife all day long. The irony of it was that I was paying another man an hourly wage to fuck my wife all day.