Rich Man’s Wife
The spoilt rich man’s
wife was seduced by the twenty five year old workman who came to fix the
Aircon. It was running rough and needed a service just like the wife. Her name
was Marge and she was fifty two. She was childless and still had her figure.
Her seventy eight year old husband hadn’t got it up for decades. It was time to
get laid.
The Aircon guy was
called Mike. It took him two hours to fix the unit. The motor was running slow,
the filter was blocked and the wire was frayed. The usual wear and tear. Marge
chatted away with him and they shared a coffee and some chocolate biscuits.
Marge briefly told the lad about her life, how she met her business magnate
husband and about how board she was. At this Mike’s eyes flashed and he perked
up.
“About the boredom.
We could do something about that right now,” he mentioned, “if you want to?”
“Well now, that’s
sure an interesting offer young man.” Marge grinned and moved closer to him.
They were sat on the small sofa in the living room.
“I knew you’d like
it. Kiss me,” the repairman replied, holding the pretty older lady.
She ran her hands
through his medium length blond hair and they kissed. Her actions were hungry
and she had been neglected. Her desire was unleashed. He undid her white blouse
and took it off, exposing her large breasts which had dark pink nipples. They
were erect so he sucked them. Marge sighed and closed her eyes.
He groped her lovely
tits, twiddling the nipples like radio dials. They kissed again and she took
off his sweaty orange t-shirt that had the logo ‘Acme Aircon Fixers’ emblazoned
across the front in brown writing. Marge ran her fingers over his toned up
chest and stroked his neck and face.
“You’re a beautiful
young man,” Marge complimented him. He nodded and they kept kissing.
She massaged his
shoulders and ran her hand down his side to his jeans. There was a significant
bulge there. She grasped it and he groaned. “Take me now Marge. Ride my rocket
baby.”
“You got it Mike. I’ll
take us to the Moon and back.”
They changed
positions and Mike took his jeans and shorts off. Marge whipped off her cotton
bottoms and pointed to her panties. “Take them off my dear.”
“You got it!” He made
a show of using his fingers to slowly take off her panties. Bit by bit, side by
side, they slowly slid down. Her pussy came into view. She was shaved and
rather nice.
Mike smiled and gave
a Thumbs-Up sign. He approved! Then he kissed, licked, fingered, explored and
tasted Marge’s lovely hole. Because she’d had no kids, her pussy was perfect. A
perfect pussy now being serviced by the Aircon guy.
***
They moved to the
bedroom where Marge had a huge Triple King Size bed with mauve satin sheets.
The room looked over a small lake. Neither looked out of the window. They were
focused on one another. Mike knelt down between Marge’s legs and made her cum
again. Her juices covered his face. She tasted lush.
She grabbed his cock
and played with him, noticing how his penis was bent to the right. Would it
interfere with their love making? Time to find out! She mounted him and they
were together. She gently rocked and held him close; his body was hot and
sweaty. She could smell his aroma and it filled her mind with desire. They
kissed and held hands while doing the act, taking their time.
It’s been so long since I had a
man. And he was the milkman. He was only OK, nothing like this. Mike is
wonderful, Marge thought. Why did I marry a sexually incapable
billionaire when I can have Mike?
Both came together, a
shared orgasm. Mike gasped and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He
bellowed her name and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She responded by
scratching his back and biting his ear till it bled. She kept coming and
coming! On and on it went till finally they collapsed together, still inside
one another. Here, they dozed, lost in one another like a world within a world.
The perfect combination that was innocent and beautiful...
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