So Wednesday had finally arrived, when Mark (the Jacuzzi repair man) was scheduled to call on me again.

It was another warm day, with lots of sunshine and a little cloud.

I had a long shower, and shaved those hairs closest to my vulva lips, but managed to resist making myself cum, I wanted to save this for when Mark was inside me. 

I worried over what to wear for Mark – last time I had spent most of the time naked for him, but I didn’t want to appear a tart, so eventually decided on a tee shirt (no bra) and a yellow “rara” skirt usually only worn on holiday in the Algarve, with no knickers, as the freedom of feeling the air around my slit made me feel horny.

I turned on the hot tub, expecting to enjoy soaking in this with Mark as we had done the previous week.

My phone beeped – it was a text from Mark “WILL BE WITH YOU AROUND 11:30.”  I quickly replied “OK. X”.

I pottered around our large private garden (we have no neighbours, being quite rural), doing small jobs, and at 11 o’clock decided to have a glass of wine to relax me (I was both nervous and excited).

I heard Mark’s van in the drive, and opened the front door to welcome him.

“Wow, Carol, you look great.”  He smiled and gave me a hug, his hands immediately caressing my bum.  I led him inside and asked if he would like a drink.  “Tea for me please, as I am driving.”

Mark followed me into the kitchen – where he had fucked me from behind as I bent over the sink.  As I put on the kettle and made tea, he removed his jacket, then his shirt, and slipped off his shoes.  The tea made and brewing, I stopped him as he undid his belt.  “Let me do that for you.”

I knelt before him and unzipped his flies.  Looking up at him, I reached in and felt his cock hardening in my hand, as I released it.  His big bell end stared at me, I pushed his trousers and pants down and fed his cock between my lips, licking and sucking his swelling member.  Mark’s hands were now drawing my head closer, urging me to take more of his meat in my mouth.  I tried, but he was so thick, I could only manage about four inches.  Nevertheless, I was enjoying this treat, and so was he.  I have not had much experience at sucking cock, I have done this for my husband Jeff on occasions, but Jeff always moves on quickly to his preferred missionary fucking, so I relished the chance to “make a meal” of this bumper helping.

My ministrations had brought Mark’s cock to full erection, and I licked up and down his shaft, marvelling at the size of him.  I felt Mark move slightly, and when I looked up he had poured his tea and was standing in front of me sipping while I ate him.

With my free hand, I fingered my slit, my juices flowing over my hand – I was very wet and open.

He finished his tea while I tried again to take as much of him in my mouth as I could.  Then Mark’s hands were pulling me up, he gently laid me on the kitchen table, moving the tea tray out of the way, he kicked off his pants and crouched down, his head between my legs as he lifted my skirt around my waist.

I felt his tongue on me, exploring my slit, licking at my lips and prodding into my pussy.  I pulled my legs up – holding them to give me better access to me.

This was heaven, and I relaxed and let myself go for him, he was giving me pleasure as I had never been given, and ripples of ecstasy made me jerk.

Mark suddenly stood up wanting to penetrate me, to fuck me on the table, but it was too high for him to comfortably enter me.  “Let’s go to bed.” He said, and lifted me in his arms, carrying me through to the bedroom.

I was dropped on the bed, and wriggled out of my skirt and pulled my tee short up over my head, while he lay there – his cock waiting for me.

I straddled him, using my hand to hold his member as I slowly lowered myself on to him.

Mark now took charge, I lay on him, our mouths finding each other, tongues engaged.  He held me and began to fuck me, letting me know with his grasp the rhythm he wanted me to ride him.

We fucked, our coupling intense, my climax arrived and I tightened my pussy around

The phone rang, breaking the spell.  I wondered whether to answer it, but Mark relaxed his grip – indicating he thought I should.

I climbed off Mark to reach the phone at the bedside.  “Hello.”  It was Jeff.  “My conference is finishing early, and I am hoping to get a flight tomorrow, so I will be home a day early.”  “OK.” Was all I could manage in reply.

 Jeff continued to tell me about his revised arrangements, but Mark had moved behind me, and I felt his cock nudging at my wet hole, then he was inside me again, and fucking me in regular slow movements, while I chatted to my husband.

“Well, I must go sweetheart.” Said Jeff “Are you managing to keep yourself occupied?”  I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Yes thanks, I am fine.  See you tomorrow. Bye.”  I put the phone down.

Mark was obviously excited by this bizarre scenario, and before long he gave me his cum, filling my cunt with his manjuice.

We lay there giggling at what had just happened.

“Let’s go for a soak in the tub.” I proposed.

“All right, but I can’t stop long, I have another call to make.”

We sat in the tub, me stroking his now relaxed cock, and Mark playing with my nipples and kneeding my breasts.

“Carol, I am afraid I am not going to be able to visit you soon, not because I don’t want to, but I am moving away.”

“Oh.”  I was shocked, while I had not thought beyond today’s visit, I had supposed that this would be a regular if not frequent pleasure for me.

“When are you moving?”

“In two weeks, I am transferring to a London branch, it is a promotion for me, and it’s all settled.

I didn’t even know if he was married, we hadn’t exactly spent our time together chatting.

“Are you married?” I asked, not quite knowing why.

“Yes, and we have a daughter and a grandson – we are all moving to London.”

I couldn’t think what to say, so we were quiet for a long minute or so, then Mark said “I am so sorry, if you are disappointed.  I have really enjoyed being with you.  There is something you might want to think about though.”

“What’s that.”  I was at a loss to think what he meant.

“Well, it’s just an idea, and please don’t be offended, but I am only thinking what might be good for you.”  I looked at Mark, puzzled.

“My cousin, Chris, lives locally.  He works for a small company doing tree surgery, and garden work.  He’s a nice lad – well, he is nearly ten years younger than me, so I always think of him as a lad, but he’s 41 so he’s not a lad in that sense.”

“Are you suggesting that your cousin comes to fuck me instead?”  As I said it, I realised that this sounded harsh, and ungrateful.

“Look, it is only a suggestion, and please don’t feel hurt.  But I think you have a need for some extra’s, and Chris might be the person to help.”

“How do you know Chris would be interested?”

Mark was now blushing “Well, Chris and I have sometimes given pleasure to a lady before, you know – a threesome.”

I didn’t respond.  I was struggling to come to terms with this.

“Think about it, and if you would like to meet Chris, then you can text me, but it needs to be next week, if you would like me to arrange anything.”

 After the initial shock of what he proposed, I was quiet and thinking about what I would do.  Eventually, and perhaps because my juices were still flowing, I decided to explore this, and said “I might be prepared to meet your cousin Chris, but you will have to be here, and it is only to meet Chris – not to fuck, OK?”

“Of course Carol, it is entirely up to you.”

Mark had another repair appointment, and so he stepped out of the tub and dried himself, then quickly dressed.

I stood at the front door, still dripping and naked, and we said good bye.  “I will text you to let you know when I can come and bring Chris with me to introduce you.”  With that, he was gone, leaving me to ponder.

The next day Jeff arrived home from his business conference, tired but happy to be home.  He did not appear interested in sex, since he was tired, so we went to bed after dinner and he was soon snoring away beside me.

Friday was a work day for me, and a very busy day as well, and although I had been thinking things over at night, I was surprised when I had a text from Mark saying “CHRIS IS VERY KEEN AND I CAN BRING HIM TO MEET YOU ON MONDAY. OK?”

I had sent “OK.” Before I really thought what this might mean.

The weekend dragged, I could not settle to anything, and Jeff sensed my unease.  “Is there something bothering you at work?” he asked.  I told him no, just the usual queue of jobs which meant I was very busy.

Monday arrived, rain in the air, but still pleasantly warm by mid morning.  I had forgotten to ask Mark what time he would bring Chris, and so texted him to ask.  “BE THERE IN 30 MINUTES.” He replied.

I panicked a little, what should I wear?  I ended up choosing a loose summer dress with generous cleavage, and wore a quarter cup bra to boost my breasts a little.  It was warm enough for me to forego wearing knickers, I had enjoyed being “commando” for the past week or so.

I gulped down a large glass of wine, and before I could finish it I heard Mark’s van coming up the long drive.

I opened the front door, butterflies in my tummy and wetness between my legs, I saw the van park, and Mark get out.  It was drizzling with rain, and as Mark approached I could make out another man (Chris I presumed) sitting in the passenger seat talking on a mobile phone.

“Hello Carol.” He gave me a peck on the cheek and put his arm around me.  “Chris’s boss just phoned, so he will be a while yet, let’s go in.” Mark stood at the door waiting for me to lead the way.  “I’ll close the door.  Chris can ring the bell once he has finished with his call.”

I walked through into the lounge, Mark sat on the sofa, and I sat down beside him.  “You look very nice.” His hands went to my boobs, and he kissed me, our tongues tasting each other.  My hand dropped to his lap, feeling his manhood already hard pressing against his trousers.  Quickly Mark released his cock, and I wrapped my hand around his shaft, gently pulling on him.

“How about a quick blow job while we wait?” he asked, and pulled me to him so that I had to kneel to get my mouth properly around his helmet and down his thick member.  It was warm and firm in my mouth, and I licked my tongue around the head feeling his reaction to my touch.

Mark was obviously sexually excited and pushed down the front of my dress, exposing my tits, which he massaged as I sucked him.  Then Mark reached forward and put his left hand on my bum, his fingers stretching to draw along my crack.  He pulled the hem of my flimsy dress up and I felt his hand warm on my bum cheeks.

He wanted to feel my pussy, and pushed his hand down my crack to my pussy  lips, wet with my juices.  His fingers explored my slit, slurping with my wetness.

I was now kneeling, my head down in his lap, sucking on his manhood, my bum arched in the air was he frigged me with his juiced fingers.  While most of me was fully occupied, I was also listening out for Chris to ring the front door bell.

Mark now moved his hand from my breast, and used it to push my head deeper on to his cock.  “That’s it, Carol try to take it all.” He urged.

I could feel his fingers rubbing along my slit, pushing into me.  One finger pushed harder and reached into me.  My pussy opened for him, wanting more.  The finger inched deeper, it seemed so thick, how could a finger be so deep in me and so big?

Suddenly I felt a thrust and I gagged. “Hello Carol.”  A voice behind me, it was a long cock inside me touching my G-spot, I shuddered.  Mark had obviously not closed the front door, and Chris had entered the house AND ME without me knowing it.

My head was clamped around Mark’s engorged penis, while Chris was now energetically fucking me from behind.  “Nice to meet you.” Chris croaked, his hands held my arse tight as he gave me his cock.

“Nish to meed you.”  I managed, my mouth full of Mark.

I was gone, I was lost in the moment, two cocks pleasuring me, two men fucking me.  We fucked in silence for some minutes.

I released my mouth from Mark.  “Let’s go to the bedroom, it will be more comfortable.” I led the way, seeing Chris for the first time.  He was tall and very slim, his jeans around his ankles, but my eyes went to his cock – it was long, not as thick was Mark’s, but longer, much longer.

I stepped out of my now crumpled dress, lost the bra and laid naked on the bed, my legs wide, my fingers rubbing my slit, as I waited for them to strip off and join me.

Mark lay beside me and without speaking reached across pulling me on to him, not face to face, but sitting on his cock facing Chris at the end of the bed.  Chris was pulling on his meat, both hands wrapped around his shaft, he was a good 10 inches long..

I sat back on Mark, pushing his cock right into me, and Chris climbed on to the bed, and gently pushed me further so I was lying face up on Mark. Before I could do anything Chris pushed his long pole up my soaking slit already opened by Mark’s thick meat, I felt full, overfull, stretched by these two mean fucking me together.  They began to fuck me in slow movements, my cunt opening wider for them as it became used to this generous helping of manmeat.  Between them they managed to find a good rhythm, one cock withdrawing as the other pushed in further, then occasionally they both pushed in together.  I cried out, I couldn’t stop myself. “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”.

After another hour of animal fucking, I was exhausted.

"Please guys, enough for today."

Later I lay in my bed, recalling the days events. and gently strokng my now sensitive slit, before drifitng off to sleep.