Image License From Depositphotos

Erotica | Cheating | Cuckold | Hotwife | Repairman | Kitchen Sex | Voyeur | Creampie | Squirting | Dirty Talk

The Repairman Fucked Me On The Kitchen Counter While My Cuck Husband Watched — 1

My frustrated married pussy finally got the hard pounding it needed as my husband stroked in the corner.

It began with a silly thing, like the grocery list, but it always came back to the same point.

My husband Bryan had only touched me for 14 months.

Not a real fuck.

Not even a half-assed fingerbang.

Some nights he'd be sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone, dick soft in his hand, saying he was stressed out from his accounting job, and I'd be lying there, soaked and frustrated, wondering why I stayed.

I loved the life we had created—the large house, the backyard pool, the shared bank account, the coffee he always made me every morning.

Love wasn't filling my cunt though.

I had to be wanted.

Needed to be used.

Needed a man who looked at me like he’d die if he didn’t get inside me.

That Tuesday morning the washing machine finally shit the bed.

Suds all over, water dripping under the door.

I called the repair service, hoping they would send someone competent.

The door bell rang and I was wearing a loose white tank top and very small black shorts, no bra, nipples sticking out from the cool air.

Matias Hood was there in his work uniform, toolbox in hand, looking like trouble wrapped in muscle.

Arms that were tall and thick, stubble that was dark, eyes that looked at me from head to toe without apology.

“Problem with the washer?” he asked, gravelly in his voice.

I led him inside, ass swaying more than necessary.

We talked as he worked, about the neighborhood, how the summers here seemed to last forever, how his previous job was some old lady who attempted to repair her dryer with a hair dryer.

He had this easy laugh that made the laundry room feel smaller.

I gave him water.

Our fingers touched.

The tension crackled.

He was able to repair it in less than 40 minutes.

He didn't go away, though.

We found ourselves in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter, discussing real shit.

How marriages get stale.

How some men lose their wives.

He really did listen.

I didn't run away when he approached me.

His hand touched my hip.

I kissed him first—hungry, open-mouthed, tongues sliding wet and nasty.

He had the taste of mint and man.

We were still making out when I heard the front door.

Bryan was home early from the office.

He went into the kitchen and stood still.

Matias' hand was on my ass and the other in my hair.

My tank top was pushed up, one tit out.

Bryan’s face went red.

He didn’t yell.

He stood there, his mouth agape, his eyes darting back and forth between us.

I withdrew from Matias' mouth but my body remained against his.

“Babe,” I said, my voice firm and dripping with something darker, “the repairman fixed the machine, and now he's going to fix something else.

You can watch… or you can leave.

Your choice.”

Bryan's hand trembled at his crotch.

I noticed that his pants were getting tight.

Pathetic.

Predictable.

My cuck husband was already getting hard, seeing another man groping his wife.

Matias glanced at Bryan, then at me with a smirk.

“Your man into this shit?”

“He's into whatever I tell him to be into today,” I said, rubbing Matias's thick cock through his jeans.

It was already very hard.

Bigger than Bryan’s.

Thicker.

Meaner.

Bryan swallowed hard.

“Briana… what the fuck?”

“Sit down,” I told him, pointing to the chair in the corner of the kitchen.

“Look at how a real man treats your wife, touch that worthless dick if you have to, but don't you dare shoot off until I tell you to.”

He obeyed.

Sat down.

Unzipped.

He pulled out his average half-hard cock and began to slowly pump it, while Matias lifted me onto the counter.

In one yank my shorts came off.

I spread my legs wide, bald pussy glistening, lips puffy and wet.

Matias knelt down and fucked my puss like it was his own.

His thick tongue dragged up my slit, lapping at my juices loud and sloppy.

He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pounding my hole, curling ruthless against my g-spot.

I seized his head and bit down on his face, making a noise loud enough to be heard by the neighbors if they were listening.

“Fuck yes, eat that married pussy,” I gasped.

“Let my cuck husband know how it's done.”

Bryan's eyes were fixed on Matias, who was eating me, and he was stroking faster.

He leaked pre-cum from his tip.

Pathetic little drips.

Matias stood up, wiped his shiny mouth and released his huge cock.

It hit me on my thigh, it was dark, it was veiny, it was swollen and it was leaking.

He rubbed it up and down my slit, smearing my cream all over it.

“You want this?” he growled.

“Give it to me,” I begged, voice husky.

Stretch my puss, while my husband watches like the worthless cuck he is.”

He pushed in slow and I let him see every thick inch disappear into my married hole.

I cried out at the stretch, walls holding him tight.

So full.

So deep.

Matias began to thrust, long and hard, making my tits bounce under the tank top.

He pulled it out all the way so Bryan could see everything.

“Take a look at her,” Matias taunted my husband.

“Look how her pussy sucks my cock.

She's creaming all over me man, your wife's cunt is mine now.”

Bryan whimpered and his hand flew on his dick.

“Briana… you look so fucking hot.”

I was laughing out loud, my legs wrapped around Matias' waist.

“Shut up and stroke, cuck.

This is what I need.

A real man's dick wrecking me.

Matias hit harder, the counter rattling.

Skin slapped with a loud and wet slap.

With each thrust, my juices squirted around his shaft.

He bent and sucked my tits, biting my nipples just hard enough to make me scream.

One hand went down and rubbed my clit hard as he was fucking me.

I came hard—clamping my pussy, squirting on his cock, shaking his thighs.

Oh fuck, I'm cumming on his dick, Bryan!

Watch me!”

Follow For The Continuation