Eighteen months ago my husband Danny and I were having some expensive building work done on our home. Around three quarters of the way into it, Danny's company told him from that week, their shift hours were going to be reduced. It gave us a very difficult financial problem, as the work being carried out, had pretty much gone beyond the stage where it could left unfinished.
Both my husband and I had noticed the owner of the building company, a guy called paul, looking me over, eyeing me up sexually. Especially if I was wearing a short skirt. Lay in bed after sex with my husband, desperate to try and think of a way to pay for the remaining work, Danny said "If you fucked Paul like you've just fucked me, he'd do the work for nothing".
He said it as a joke at first, but ten minutes later when he was gently caressing my breasts from behind, Danny asked me what I thought about his suggestion. Spinning round I asked him if was being serious, to which he replied "It would only be a one off". Turning back over I was furious with him, but I must own upto being sexually intrigued.
The next morning the bank rang to say our accounts had both gone into the red, because of payments to a building company. Straight away after the phone call, Danny's suggestion came into my head. And before I could think too much, I picked up the phone and rang Paul. He was round at our home half an hour later to hear what we had to say.
I did all the talking leaving Danny to make the coffee. I told Paul about our financial problem and at first I thought he was goig to walk out. Then I mentioned Danny's way of paying him.
Paul looked stunned, but his wry dirty smile said he was interested. Danny brought in the coffee and Paul asked him if this was all serious. Before Danny could answer I took off my top, lowered the short skirt I had on, to reveal my lingerie.
Taking Paul by the hand I lead him upto our bedroom, telling Danny to start clearing the work area for paul. The moment I took Pauls thick cock into my mouth, I knew he was going to finish the work. Every inch of his thickly veined cock was licked and sucked upon. His cock shaft was so thickly veined I could feel every one of his veins in my mouth, as his cock slid over my tongue time after time.
His work trousers and his boxer shorts were around his ankles, when I gripped his tight ass cheeks, moments before he came in my mouth. Filling my mouth with his cum, I heard him telling me how good it felt. Paul probably thought that was it, but I wanted to make sure he was going to finish our home, so when his softening cock slipped from my mouth, I stood up removed my bra and panties and told him my pussy needed his tongue. Lying down on the bed, I spread my legs and got the fifty six year old builder to kneel in between them. Before his tongue touched my soaking wet pussy, Paul said, and I will never forget it "Yours is the first pussy i've seen in years, god it's beautiful".
For the next ten to fifteen minutes paul gave me what has to be one of the best, if no the best tongings of my life. He was like a child in a sweet shop, as his tongue went from my pussy lips, to my labias, on to my clit and back down to my asshole. I don't recall how many times I came, but it was more than I ever remember having. As Pauls tongue brought me to another fantastic orgasm, I lifted my head to see he was masturbating his erect cock.
Moving his head, I told him to strip and to lay on the bed.
His face was a mixture of sheer delight and true sexual need as I lowered my pussy over his cock. His hands immediately went to my breasts as I began to slide down his fat cock. Then I did what I love to do. I fucked paul for all I was worth. Slamming my pussy hard and fast all the way up and down his cock shaft, thrusting my hips forwards as I do.
I don't know if he'd ever been fucked that way, or as hard as I was fucking him, but he certainly tried to give as good as I was fucking him. The one thing I'm sure of, his wife had never slipped off his cock and impaled her asshole onto his thick cock, as I did after a few minutes. I let his cock bottom out up my asshole and then spun around with it stil buried up me, so he could watch his cock fucking my rear hole. Just as I did when fucking him with my pussy, I did the same using my tight ass muscles to bounce up and down on his throbbing cock. The veins in his dick seemed even more pronounced up my asshole, so once again the fifty six year old builder had me cumming over and over again.
paul yelled out he was cumming, and without missing a beat, I thrust downwards forcing his cock to erupt inside my bowels and continued to fuck him as his orgasm began to subside. Lifting myself of paul, I lay beside the man and asked him if he'd kindly help us out with our home. His answer was "Consider it done, if I get more of the same".
Paul spent a further three weeks at our home. Each day I was available, not being at work myself, I'd either have him fuck me in ways he'd never tried before, or I'd give him one hell of a blow job as he licked away at my ( what he called his honey pot) pussy.
Danny was so cool about it all. In some ways I thought he got off from knowing I'd been fucking an older man. And indeed in the last eighteen months we've had other things done to our home, that haven't hardly cost us financially anything. Paul has been the recipient of some of the work, but only a month ago we had new windows fitted. Danny wasn't around most of the time, as his company has restarted with much longer shifts. So I took advantage of the young labourer, as well as his boss to get us a deal.
The fitting took two days longer than it should have, but that was mainly due to me wanting their cocks up my pussy and asshole. Something Danny knows nothing about. He gave me the money to pay them, and I gave them half of what it should have cost. My new shoes and coat look amazing, as does the new kitchen work tops. But that's another confession all together.