I answered the door in a robe, almost forgetting to put that on.
I was surprised to see a young, handsome man in his early twenties.
“Hello Mrs…” he began. “Smith. Stacy Smith.”
“Right,” he continued. “I’m your plumber, Jason.”

I guess I was a bit shocked. Whenever I’d had a plumber over, he was much older, and usually sort of fat. Jason was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen.
I showed him to the bathroom, where the head of the shower was leaking. He frowned.

“Ok… this is going to be a bit difficult. I’m going to have to leave the shower on while I’m fixing it. Is that OK?”

I nodded, and when I had the image of him soaking wet in that shower, I felt my thong turn damp.
He grinned all of a sudden, and for a second I thought he might have known I was fantasizing about him.
“Mrs. Smith? Your, uh, breasts are hanging out.”

I looked down, and sure enough, my 32DD tits were hanging out of the robe.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, blushing.
“Oh, it was my pleasure, Mrs. Smith.” He grinned like a naughty kid.
My panties were getting close to soaked.
“You’d better get to work,” I said, flustered, as he grinned even wider.
I left quickly. I’d never cheated on my husband before but Jason…

I wanted nothing more than to fuck him.
I heard the water running. Oh, just a quick peek. To see how big his cock was and to give me something to think about when I was alone with my vibrator.
I looked in and was shocked to see him stark naked standing in my shower. But he wasn’t trying to fix it… He was rubbing his cock.
My panties were completely wet. I couldn’t stop looking at his huge cock as he rubbed it up and down.

Without even thinking I sat down on the floor and took off my robe and thong. My fingers started rubbing up and down as I got wetter and wetter.
He was going faster now, and I was getting close to a climax.
I knew I had to be quiet if I wanted to keep watching, but when I came I couldn’t help but scream. It was that good.
He looked over, and stopped rubbing.
He stepped out of the shower.
“You little slut!” He cried, his boner still intact. “How long were you watching me, huh?”

I couldn’t stop staring at his cock and he grinned again.
“You stopped me before I came.”
“I know, I’m sorry, you were just so…”

His soaking wet body dripped water on me as he leaned it.
“Suck it,” he said. “Finish me off you little whore.”
Eagerly I put my mouth on his dick, moving back and forth as I grabbed my tits and tweaked my nipples.
I knew he was getting close when he stopped me.

He grabbed me by the waist and shoved me into the shower.
I stood against the wall as he pushed himself into me.
“Oh god!!” I was screaming louder than I had ever had before.
He grabbed my legs and I clutched them around his chest.
He went in and out and in and out…
I moaned each time he moved.

He brought his face down a little bit and sucked my tits. I leaned my head back, catching water from the shower head into my mouth.
He bit down on my nipple, and I shrieked so loud I thought the police would come.
His hands grasped my ass.

“Little slut likes to watch me jack off, doesn’t she? Wants to be fucked by some stranger.”
“Oh god YES!” I screamed and felt myself coming to a second climax.
My back arched as he pumped away in me. My juices flowed down my legs.
I came so hard, I had to bite down on his shoulder to control my body.

He liked that, and he came right after, shooting his load deep into me as I moaned.
He pulled out and I almost collapsed.
“Oh, we’re not done, slut,” Jason whispered as he dragged his tongue around my ear.
Suddenly I was down in the tub, his face buried in my snatch. His tongue was so long and I gasped as it licked every part of me.
“You taste so good, slut,” I heard him say.

I could only grunt as he finished me off. I came again, this one harder than the first two times.
I could tell from the look in his eyes he wasn’t finished with me.
He turned me around and stuck his huge cock in my asshole before I even knew it was coming.
I was an anal virgin, and I’d never felt anything as good. He slapped my ass as he pulsed in and out behind me.

“Oh, god, oh god oh JESUS CHRIST!!!”
And I came again. It lasted for well over a minute.
“Now finish me off, whore!”

I began giving him head again, and swallowed when he came right in my mouth.
I was too exhausted to get out of the shower, but watched as he fixed the plumbing, still naked, put on his clothes, and left.

When my husband came home last night, I gave him the best fuck of his life.
He still doesn’t know about Jason, and I keep coming up with excuses to call the plumber.

Have you ever been tempted to jump one of the service people that come to your home to do stuff like gardening, plumbing, handyman, or the phone man? IF you have ever thought about it and wondered… “how that might work out”…. you may want to read this short TRUE story of MY personal experience with just such a service provider…. and I do mean SERVICE!! I will try and make this as short as possible with as little background as possible…but I do need to preface it with some BG so you’ll understand and it may help you to get the “job done” faster than I did *wink*. I moved into a house and had phoned ahead to have 2 phone lines put in, and several jacks. About 5 months ago now. When the “phone man” showed up he had a wonderful smile and a great ass! I thought… hmmm this may be kinda fun to follow him around while he was doing his job. He was fun too. we chatted about things in general but it soon turned kinda flirty **I bet I started that but I can’t be sure… It didn’t take too long before we were taking turns blushing and at one point he said ya know if you keep that kind of talk up I will not be able to stand up for awhile. He also explained to me that IF they ever got caught propositioning a customer they would get “canned” but… If that same customer propositioned them 1st it was “free game”

He said “I do have a job after yours but I could be late.” He also get very, very close and touched me on the arm, knee, leg etc. while he was writing out the bill… I was just too nervous I guess to follow through with it. Damn me! As he left I said “stop by anytime and we can have coffee or whatever…” He gave me his card and said phone me and leave a message. I thought about it but never did act on it. About 5 months later I moved again. This time I moved in with my current boyfriend. BTW he thinks it is ~HOT~ for me to flirt around some, and he doesn’t mind if it goes further than “flirting” either. In fact he likes it when it goes MUCH further. I bet you can see this one cumming right?? *Smile* You guessed it! The day my phone line was to be installed I got up early, bathed and put some make-up on… as I recall, I don’t think I looked my freshest the last time the phone man visited. Maybe that was my hesitation… who knows. This time I was going to be ready just in case “HE” was the man who came. The chances were pretty good because I was in the same neighborhood and they do have a territory they work, just like any job. I knew this from our past conversation. Read more

Breakfast is over… your husband is off to work, and the kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen table finishing the last cup from the coffee pot… daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting ready to start another weekday. The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don’t look much better than I do.” Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a man in a cap and workshirt. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around his cap. You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you say “Yes?”

You can see more of him now… a strong, athletic, tall man carrying a toolbox in his right hand. “You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but soft baritone. You remember your call to the appliance store in town yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your balky ice maker. “Yes, I did, come in, please”. You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him. “The ice maker… it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re expecting company this weekend” Just inside the door he places his tool box on the floor and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the headlights of a speeding car. He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into your soul, and you desperately want to say something to break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid. Read more

Ding-dong. “Who in the world could that be this early in the morning?” Judy thought as she moved to the door. Judy’s husband had left for work about a half-hour ago and the kids had gotten on the school bus just moments before. Maybe one of them had forgotten something she thought as she moved toward the door. As she open the door her jaw dropped as she was greeted by the bright smile of a large black man. She stammered “Tyronne, what are you doing here – how did you find me – what the…” Her questions were silenced as Tyronne pushed his way into her home and engaged her in a very wet kiss.

Several months earlier, Judy and her family had gone on vacation to Disney World in Orlando. Everyone has a fantasy and Judy had told her husband that hers was to experience a huge cock, at least double his five inches. He had laughed and asked if that was really what she wanted and she had slowly shaken her head yes. He said that maybe they could combine their fantasies since his had always been to watch his wife with a black man. Judy was shocked. She had never heard anything from her husband in their fifteen years of marriage to remotely suggest he would enjoy such a scenario. Judy had been a great catch when she graduated from college with a degree in business administration. She was 5′ 7″ tall, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair that hung halfway down her back. She was perfectly proportioned at 36-24-36. They married the summer of graduation and had their first child exactly one year later. After waiting two years, they had their second child. Read more

Goes without saying that I ain’t using my man’s real name, trashy ass sportswriters would have themselves too much fun dragging his black ass over the coals for some of what I got to say and he don’t need the humiliation of the rest of what I got to say. I’m just gonna call him Hollis, I always wanted me a man named Hollis. Anyhow, he’s basically a good man. It was just that the season was real tough on him this year, the team not playing up to expectations and all and him fighting all them nagging injuries and taking all that flak. If the fool hadn’t taken it all out on me right before leaving for that East Coast swing none of the following shit would have happened. But, he did and it did and even though I got me some regrets about cheating on the man, I certainly did enjoy myself at the time. Got to admit that, straight up.

We were having some landscaping done on the new place we bought in the hills. It was a hot day. I’d already changed into my cute little pink bikini, planning on swimming after Hollis left. Of course, then we got in the argument. Him in his fine blue suit and me nearly nude just screaming at each other. Thank goodness the man had to leave for the airport, before things really got out of hand. I was still steaming about all the shit Hollis had laid on me when I noticed that the landscaping crew was setting up the rose garden in the wrong damn spot. I called out to some little Mexican fella and told him to tell whatever idiot was in charge that I wanted to see him pronto. I was, sitting on the porch with a tall, strong drink when this muscular young white boy with long blonde hair comes strolling up all tanned and sweaty. He wasn’t wearing a shirt which just showed off his fine shiny hairless pecs and six pack of a belly. With his tight, faded jeans looked like a cover boy for some bodice ripper paperback novel. I was half expecting to hear some cultured European accent and fancy sounding words come out of them smooth white lips so it set me back a step when the words came out all backwoods southern honey. Read more

My name is Diane. I want to share something that happened to me when my husband and I ventured into an interracial experience. I am not one of the beautiful people that are in many stories here. I am just an average looking mother and housewife. I am 50 years old and my husband (Don) is 52. We have been married for 31 years. We have 3 grown children who are out on their own. I am 5’2?, 110, 34C and wear a size 6. I walk daily and do aerobics at least once per week. I would like to think that I am in good shape. (except for the wear and tear of giving birth, and the never ending perils of gravity)  Don is 5’8? a bit overweight and not very endowed. He does not exercise at all and has a high stress job. Over time our sex life has diminished. We talk a lot and have shared some fantasies with each other.

His fantasy has always been to watch me with another man, preferably one that is well endowed. He even suggested a black man. One of my fantasies was also to try a well endowed man and I secretly wanted to try a black man but didn’t share that with Don. Anyway, we joined an interracial dating site and have been looking through the various categories. We were both amazed at the popularity of interracial experiences. After surfing through the many categories, we agreed to meet a black man. One section was an “advertising” area for people wanting to get together. We began e-mailing two men from our region with the plan of pursuing some type of get together. We narrowed it down to one and have been e-mailing him for a few weeks. He seemed to be a good candidate for what we wanted. He is 42 years old. He sent pictures and is very well endowed. He boasts of 8 inches and very thick. (Hubby is slightly over 5?) Don and I talked about this and agreed to the meeting. Our plan was to meet at a major hotel at a halfway point since neither of us can take a chance of being recognized. Don agreed to let me be alone for the first time. I explained that I would be too nervous with him in the room. Our plan was to rent two rooms that abut with an adjoining inner door. He would be next door while I met with my new lover. Read more