Brad -

Brad was fascinating. Sexy, bookish, and the carpenter we’d hired to build our new deck.

My husband’s career had taken off, he’d landed a big job and our income had jumped a good bit. The deck was first of many projects we’d hope to have done around the house.

With the new work, my husband was gone a lot and distracted when he was home, leaving my needs a lower priority for him. The financial boon also allowed me to leave my soul sucking job to be a stay at home mom to our 9year old daughter.  While a great gig if you can get it, sometimes the days were long and a bit boring. I’m not complaining, I love my husband and understand this is just a season of our marriage.  But really, a distracted husband, a bored housewife, and a sexy carpenter.  I chuckled out loud at the how cliche I’d become.  

Brad’s taught body was hard on my mind and he would arrive shortly to work on the deck.

My husband gone for the week gave me this opportunity to see if Brad would rise to the challenge.

My cunt was aching... 

“Mrs. Hanford,” I heard from the front door.  There he was, Brad The Carpenter.  

I didn’t want to be too obvious, so no sexy lingerie or anything..I’d donned my Southern California stay-at-home-mom uniform..yoga pants, flip flops and a tight tank top with a form fitting hoodie.  At 49, i was in pretty good shape and my yoga practice kept me limber.

“In here” - I called from the kitchen.  It was hot out, so Brad was in work boots, cargo shorts, and a fishing type hat and tank top.

Brad walked in to the kitchen.  I couldn’t look him in the face…so I turned away.“Do you want an ice tea?”  I asked.

“Sure” he said.  Brad’s skin was tanned from working outside, He took off his hat and his hair was sun bleached.  When he wasn’t building decks, he was surfing or out on his boat.  He really couldn’t have been more than about 35.

I poured the ice tea, turned and handed him the glass - our fingers touched when i did…I lifted my eyes to his. I glanced at the clock.

“Do you need to go somewhere?” He asked.  

“Nope, just checking the time. my husband won’t be home until later in the week and the kid is spending the night at a friend’s.”

Was that a smile that just flashed across Brad’s face?…my cunt tightened.  “Mrs. Handford”

“Call me Kate”.

“Okay..Mrs. Hanford, “he said awkwardly. “I, um, uh”  

I smiled and took his hand and pushed it against the front of my yoga pants… “What is it Brad?” 

He chuckled and pressed his fingers against my sex through my yoga-pants.  He leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth.  My pussy was instantly damp, and throbbing.

I could feel his manhood grow as he pressed my ass into the counter.  His smell was musty,  sexy.  I ran my hands down his back.  He bent his knees a bit and dry humped my against the counter.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me harder into the counter.  I inhaled sharply.  He pulled back…

“Mrs. Hanford..uh,.  Are you okay?”

“Uh, huh”  I couldn’t make a proper word, my desire for him had taken over…my nipples were hard, my cunt was slick.  All i could think about was him pushing his cock into my dripping wet slit.

He pushed my pants down and made sure I stepped out so my legs weren’t encumbered. He chuckled.  He looked up as me and said “I like natural ladies, this.” He growled as he gripped my ample bush,  “is fantastic.”

“Alos nice to know that the strawberry on top matches the strawberry here”.  He pushed his face between my legs, and my knees went weak.  He grabbed my ass and held me up as he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue a few times and then slammed it deep into my pussy.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and whimpered as he expertly sucked, licked, and pushed two fingers into my pussy.  My knees were weak and I wanted to cum with his cock inside me. 

“I need to feel your cock inside me.” I breathed out.

He stopped licking my pussy abruptly, let go of my ass and kissed up my body.  He kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth. My body was his for the taking.  I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Beg me” he exhaled into my ear as he kissed and bit my neck and shoulder.  His fingers pinching my nipple through my clothes.

I gasped and said “Fuck me, please.”

He took my hand and led me to the couch.  “Beg me.” he demanded as he turned me around and pushed on my back, gently bending me over, so my hands rested on the back of the couch.

He dropped his shorts.  I turned my head and peered over my shoulder to see his manhood.  I I inhaled sharply when iI saw it. I am not one to find the male member attractive normally, but his cock was a thing of beauty.  Long, thick, and hard.  I couldn’t wait to feel him deep in my cunt.  He smiled and said “I said, beg me again.” I turned around and dropped to my knees, sliding his cock into my mouth.  I sucked and stroked for a bit, gently massaged his balls.  The feel of his smooth cock inside my hot mouth was more than I could bear.  I pulled back, looked up at him from my knees and said. ”Please, I need to feel your cock in my pussy. Please fuck me.”

He pulled me up from my knees, grabbed my by the waist and in one move, turned me around and slid his manhood into my pussy as he bent me over.  His first hard thrust brought me near orgasm.  His right hand was on my breast, pinching my nipple.  I pushed back into  him.  We moved together, his left hand on the arm of the couch, his right hand moving between my breast and my clit. He leaned in and breathed into my ear, “Since the first day I saw you, I wanted to know what being inside you was like.” My cunt tightened at these words.  He grabbed my hips and moved both of us together at his pace, at his rhythm.

His breath started getting heavier, he was close. I had been so close to climax sincere first touched me, my pussy was soaking wet. His cock was so wonderful inside me, I could feel him, and i wanted us to come together. We moved together and he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “cum for me, Mrs. Hanformd.”

That was it, the way he said my name, I climaxed as he thrust hard and came inside me.

He stayed for a minute, and slowly pulled his cock out of my dripping wet pussy.  He eased me down onto the couch and presented a towel and a glass of water that seemed to magically appear. 

He kissed me hard on the mouth and put his work clothes back on.  He left me in a quivering lump on the couch. I smiled as i heard him grab his tool box out of his truck and head through the side gate to the start work on the deck.

My cell phone rang, “Hi, honey,” I said as I sat up. “Good, yeah, Brad’s here to work on the  deck”  I smiled as I said it.