I'm a 34 year old woman and I have never cheated on my husband. Last summer, we hired student painters to come and paint our master bedroom and I took a couple of days off from work to stay home and supervise the job.

The student painter was a young jock, he was tall and had a tatoo on his arm. He had a scruffy look that just seemed so different then my organized ordinary life. He was so polite and nice that I wish I was 21 again.

I did not really supervise but spent the entire day watching him on his ladder and somehow found myself trying to entertain him.

On the second day I wore shorts and a T and tied my hair. The only thing left was the trim and the work was done by noon and I offered to make him lunch. We sat around eating our turkey sandwiches and somehow the conversation turned to sex (and the lack of sex and opportunities on campus).

We spent the rest of the afteroon in bed in the guestroom and the sex was incredible. This guy was horny and very much in need. He had a nice toned body, very muscular legs and butt and a nice thick knobby cock. I thought "I had died and gone to heaven".

This boy was a good lover and a giver; he spent an hour licking every part of my body and did not miss a beat. He was intense, sweet and tasted totally delicious.

He left around 5:00pm and I changed the bed sheets and opened the windows to air out the room. My husband came home and was delighted with the colour of the master bedroom.

He suggested we hire the student painters again and get the living room and dining room done. I agreed and volunteered to supervise.