1. Bob The Builder


    Date: 10/16/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    ‘Oh yes, I’m nearly there, fuck.’ There I was in my marital bed naked as the day I was born, two pillows under my head and eyes closed, legs apart with my knees up in the air, shoving my vibrator (which was set to max as usual) in and out if my cunt which was about to burst. Hi my name is Jen; I am thirty six, white Caucasian, slim, very slim less than fifty kilos, five foot three tall, red head. I have been married for ten years, no kids. I work part time as a nurse at the local doctor’s surgery. My husband is a paramedic and works shifts. He loves his sports, he plays all sorts and his favourite is tennis with a mate called Bob. It is three in the afternoon, my day off and my usual cock had gone away to a course for four days. He often has to go on these courses to keep up to date with his work related stuff. I too have training which usually just takes a day at the city hospital. As I said, oh god I was nearly there, I shoved that thing in and out like a bunny rabbit getting his end away and rubbing my clit with fingers a blur. I started to buck my hips, ‘oh yes, fuck yes.’ I also had to move the vibrator around up and down, left and right, so that it felt like it was bigger and was opening me up. My hubby’s cock is okay at five and a half inches and nearly as wide as two fingers. But as usual my fantasy was to have a bigger, thicker, stronger… Well you know. Then would you believe it, ‘fuck,’ the doorbell rang, ‘shit.’ I’ll pretend I’m not home, I’ll finish myself off, ...
    I need to finish, I so desperately needed to cum. It rang again, ‘fuck,’ can’t they get the message that no one is home. It rang again, ‘O for fuck’s sake,’ I had lost the moment and did not reach my destination and the constant ringing doorbell left me frustrated and completely deflated. I got up and put on a short skirt without panties and threw on a tee shirt, without a bra, I never wear a bra anyway, no need, sorry to be a show off but my tits are firm and stay up by themselves. But my nipples are long, so they do point out through my top and show everyone that I’m not wearing a bra. Who cares I’m in my own home. I wear a thicker material uniform so I’m okay at work. The bell rang again, ‘Okay, okay,’ I shouted out ‘I’m coming.’ I wish I was truly cumming. I opened the door and it was Bob. Now Bob, as I mentioned, is my husband’s tennis mate. He has his own business as a builder; he has around five or six other people who work for him. He is single in his late forties, he’s six foot tall, nice looking, has a bit of beard stubble and is very fit looking too, I say that begrudgingly because I don’t really like his self-centred attitude, he’s around eighty kilos. We have met each other only a few times, but usually just brief encounters. I know he is keen on me, he always gives me the eye and I know he’s staring at me when I’m not looking at him. He’s not a shy man; even in front of my husband he would touch me on the shoulders or my legs if we were sitting. Bob was very up ...
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