Rich Man’s Wife

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.

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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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