Sex Tales:Confessions of a Housewife

TREVOR HANDLING: HANDY MAN
My husband travels for his job, when he is gone, there is a week, and I enjoy the occasional play date. He of course makes the usual jokes about me having a boyfriend over as soon as he leaves and I joke in return that I do; little does he know that I actually do the things we joke about whenever he leaves for work…..
It was early June and the summer is already proving to be a hot one. My husband had just left for work. I needed something different, something fun and unexpected. I had decided to take a drive into the country, look at some of the new houses being built in the neighborhood. As I was driving by I spotted a tree clearing crew for one of the sites. I decided to pull in.
The man that caught my eye first stopped cutting on a tree and looked over at me as I exited my vehicle. “Can I help you with something?” he politely asked, a smile spread across his face. He is considerably attractive. I decide to talk to him. I could use a new play date.
“I’m just scoping out the scenery. I’m considering buying this lot when it’s cleared.” I said, tilting my head slightly to the left, giving my all too innocent smile. The black tube top I had on was starting to feel hot and I could feel sweat running down between my breasts. The jeans I had on were very snug and hugged the curves of my body.
“Well, it’s coming along nicely, as you can see,” He approached me, removing his hard hat and safety glasses, his sleeveless shirt covered in sweat; his skin was glistening with it and I couldn’t help but stare. “I can see that. I like what I’m seeing…I like it very much.” I lightly lick my lips as I say this. I decided I should introduce myself, get a name out there for him. “I’m Lena Durgin.”
“Trevor Handling.” His hand was very firm against my own. He had nice muscle tone in the arms, from handling a saw no doubt. He was also very lean but definitely toned out. His brown hair glistened with sweat.
“You look like you could use a drink or something. Would you like to join me?” I asked, not afraid to make the first move. Trevor smiled.
“I’ll be done here in about ten minutes. We sometimes cut out early due to the heat. You name the place and I can meet you there after I clean up.”
I did not want to name a place, I wanted him dirty just as he was.
“Don’t worry about it. Just come over to my place. I live off of 215. Brick home on the right, can’t miss it. I’ll be watching for you.”
As I walked away I could feel Trevor’s eyes on me. Then I remembered I had on my wedding ring. I usually remove it. Did he notice? It was too late… I had to just go with it. I had an afternoon itch that needed scratched…and hard.
I had waited for an hour, thinking that maybe Trevor decided not to show after all. I decided to begin foreplay on myself. I kicked back on my bed, the sheets cool beneath me. I thought about Trevor and how he was glistening with sweat and I thought about his arms, so tight and firm. I wanted to run my fingers through his wet hair but found myself running my fingers through my wet pussy instead. The more I thought about him, the deeper my fingers went. I found myself about to orgasm when there was a knock on my door.
I opened the front door. It was Trevor, clad in a white button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows and a pair of jeans. He smelled just out of the shower, which turned me on even more.
“This is a nice place you have,” He said as he moved through the house, unaware of me moving in from behind. I touched his lower back; as firm as his arms.
“I must be honest; I didn’t invite you back here for drinks,” I reached for his jeans, felt how hard he was and the excitement grew.
Trevor didn’t bother with a reply. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. He pulled down the top of my shirt, exposing my breasts; my nipples had hardened from excitement. Trevor placed his hands on my breasts, kneading them firmly.
“I could use this more than a drink,” He said. I accepted that, it was what I was wanting anyway. He leaned in and began sucking my breasts. He held me tighter to him as he did so. I rubbed on his hard cock through his jeans but decided I wanted more than that. I pulled away, got down on my knees, and removed the throbbing cock. It was pulsing in my hand as I stroked it back and forth. Trevor moaned with satisfaction as I slid it into my mouth, letting my tongue piercing rub the tip. I let my hands reach around and grasp his tight ass as I continued sucking him.
Trevor picked me up from the floor and carried me to the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and pulled my jeans off vigorously. I didn’t even need to ask what he wanted to do, he showed me soon enough. He was down on me, licking and sucking while using his hands to reach up and rub my breasts. My temperature felt spiked, too hot to handle. I wanted to scream as Trevor did what felt like French kissing to my clit. If I tried to pull away, he would grab my hips and pull me back down again.
I was about to have the biggest orgasm of my life when he stopped and thrust himself inside me. I couldn’t help but scream and beg him to go harder. I rubbed his back from top to bottom, feeling the curve at the lower back just before I grabbed his tight ass. The more I squeezed the harder he went. He even pulled my legs up over his shoulders and went deeper, which made it even harder for me to control myself.
Trevor was panting and sweating again, the smell and taste exciting my senses. I licked his neck up to his ears. This excited him even more and he continued thrusting deeper. I could finally take no more and I began to climax. Trevor felt it and went even faster, harder. With one final thrust he came in me as I came on him. His hands tightened on my hips as he did so. Yeah, I would definitely be seeing him again….
I didn’t have him stay long. I still had to pick my kids up from summer school. Trevor definitely relieved the afternoon itch, and offered to come back and cure it if it happened to show itself again. I fully accepted. After he left, I went back to the bedroom to remove the sheets for washing. I used febreeze for the mattress and air. I walked over to the closet adjacent from the bed and opened the doors. I clicked the off button on the camera. I’m sure the husband would appreciate the show…..but that’s another story. Until next time…happy fucking.