The Repairman Chapter 3

It was about two weeks after Jeanie had seduced Jim, the appliance repairman that the phone rang. When she answered, she heard, "Hi, Jeanie. It's Jim."

She was somewhat distracted. So at first, she drew a blank. Then, suddenly the visual images of the day came flooding back into her mind. And she said, "Of course. Yes. What's going on?"

For a moment, she felt dread in her gut. She had told him that she did not intend to have an ongoing affair with him, that what they had done was a one-off. Now she feared that he was calling, wanting to "get together."

"The manufacturer has finally accepted that your unit is defective. So they've authorized me to replace it with a new model. I'm calling to try to schedule the work."

Now her words before they parted the last time came echoing back at her. When he suggested that they should have an encore sexual encounter, she had responded with, "I look forward to that. But next time, we just watch each other masturbate. Deal?"

"Let me check my calendar. Can you hang on?"

"Sure," he said.

While she looked at her work and the kids activity calendars, her mind went into overdrive. She felt guilty about the last time. It was the first and only time she had had sex with anyone other than her husband, ever. She had not told her husband about it and still didn't know if she would. But, she did need a working dishwasher, which necessitated Jim coming back to the "scene of the crime." She thought, 'I should tell him, up front, that this is just an appliance repair visit, nothing else.'

Instead, she said, "How about Thursday morning?" Her work calendar was clear and the kids would be in school, so she knew she could tell her boss that she needed to work from home that day. Even as she said it, the butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

He immediately responded with, "Thursday's good. I can be there at 9:00. Is that okay?"

"Yes," she said tentatively.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you." He really emphasized the word, "seeing."

The butterflies in her stomach suddenly grew into huge birds. Her voice cracked a little when she said, "Me too. But remember what I said."

"Oh... I do remember that! SEE you Thursday," he chuckled as he hung up.

Her thoughts were whirling around. She knew that she should not have confirmed that they would masturbate for each other. And yet, she now knew that she wanted this to happen. For the rest of the day she accomplished nothing at work. Her thoughts were completely focused on seeing Jim's incredibly hard dick again, and on what it would be like to watch him stroke it and shoot a huge load. While Jeanie was a confirmed exhibitionist, she also had some voyeuristic tendencies as well.

Jeanie could feel her nipples harden as she sat at her desk, and considered what she should wear when Jim came over. Different possibilities ran through her mind. With each one, she imagined where she would sit, how she would disrobe, how much she would possibly leave covered, and what would make her look the sexiest. She thought about where Jim would be. Would he stand or sit? How close would she let him get? Would they go painfully slowly, or would they just go for it? Should she use a vibrator, or just her hand?

As the thoughts continued to run through her mind, she unconsciously reached under her desk and touched her pussy, which was now tingling like crazy. She lightly rubbed herself through her slacks. And she knew that that was not going to be sufficient. As she got up to go to the restroom, a little bit of moisture leaked out. She could feel it in her panties. She tried to act nonchalant as she walked down the hallway, but inside she was running.

Jeanie slipped into the open stall and locked the door. She jerked her pants and panties down and flopped on the seat. She heard someone flush and then wash her hands. She resisted touching herself until she heard the door close. Her hand was shaking when she finally touched her clitoris. A yelp escaped her. It felt as if she had shocked herself. She didn't spend any time warming up. She dipped two fingers into her pussy. They came out well coated and slippery. Jeanie immediately started rubbing her clit, hard and fast. It took her less than a minute before the spasms hit. She stifled her moans as much as she could. But this was an explosive orgasm and she couldn't stop all the sound. She stopped rubbing her clit and put two fingers back into her pussy. As the orgasmic spasms subsided, she stroked in and out of her opening, scooping her creamy ejaculate out as she did. She finally relaxed a bit and began peeing. As she emptied her bladder, she licked all of her cream from her fingers. After she finished, she was washing her hands when her friend, Sue came in.

Sue looked at her for a minute and then asked, tentatively, "Are you okay, Jeanie?"

"Yes. Why?" she asked.

"I heard some sounds coming from in here and thought someone might not be feeling well." She sounded genuinely concerned.

Jeanie turned a deep shade of red. She was so embarrassed. But at least the question came from her closest work friend.

"Sue," she whispered, "did anyone else hear me?"

"I don't think so. I just happened to be standing in the hallway, reading a text on my phone. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Sue nodded solemnly. "I was masturbating."

Sue was mildly shocked and definitely amused. Finally, curiosity got her. "What brought that on?" She smiled at her friend and raised her eyebrows.

Jeanie grinned as she said, "I had a phone conversation that really got me going. I just couldn't stand it anymore so I came in her to rub one out. It was more powerful than I expected and I couldn't quite stay silent."

Sue was surprised. "Have you done this very often?"

"You mean, masturbate? Or masturbate at work?"

"At work," Sue said. "You and I have talked enough that I know you masturbate a lot."

Jeanie chuckled. "The term, 'a lot,' is relative. I think I masturbate just the right amount. Or maybe not quite enough. But in answer to your question, I don't do it here very often. But I definitely have satisfied myself at work, more than once. You mean to tell me you've never flicked the bean here?"

Sue snickered. "Okay. You got me. But a couple of times. If you had one strong enough that your stifled groans were audible in the hall, please ask your husband to call me sometime. He must be the master of phone sex."

"Yeah. Heh Heh. Ron is definitely good at it." Now Jeanie just wanted this conversation to end, before her husband's name came up again. "Gotta get back to my office." As she opened the door to leave, Sue was moving toward the stalls.

"You can leave now," she said. "You've inspired me to take a little finger break." She winked at Jeanie as the door closed.

Wednesday night, Jeanie was a mass of nerves. She couldn't sit still at the dinner table. Her pussy was sending her urgent signals that it needed attention. She kept trying to ignore it, and failing badly. She tried to watch TV, no help. She even tried doing some work on her computer, but she kept sneaking over to her favorite erotic literature site, which made her situation much worse. As soon as her kids were settled in bed, she told Ron, "I'm going to bed. If you're smart, you'll follow me." She suggestively shook her ass at him as she left the room.

By the time her husband had turned everything off and checked the doors, Jeanie was naked, lying uncovered on their bed, pinching a nipple and fingering herself. Ron walked in the room, raised his eyebrows in mock surprise and quickly shed his own clothes. He clamored up on the bed and assessed the situation. He could see how wet she was and how hard her nipples were. So clearly, this was not a time for elongated foreplay.

Ron laid on his belly and kissed the back of the hand that Jeanie had in her pussy. She sighed and almost reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her steamy hole. Ron grabbed her hand and licked some of her juice off the fingers.

Jeanie panted at him, "To hell with the playing around. Please put your tongue on my clit!"

Ever a good order follower, her husband dove into his assignment. He had rarely seen her this excited, unless it was after they had had an adventure in exhibitionism. And he was certainly not complaining about the way she was reacting. He slipped two and then three fingers into her began pumping them slowly in and out.

"Faster, baby," She almost shouted.

As Ron sped up his hand movements, he locked his lips on her clit and sucked hard. She moaned deeply. While maintaining the suction, he flicked the tip of her bud with his tongue. And that was it.

"Oh fuck!" Jeanie's orgasm crashed onto her. She unleashed a series of guttural sounds as her body began to spasm. A virtual tidal wave of juice came pouring out of her, threatening to drown her husband. But he weathered the storm and kept sucking, licking, and fingering. Jeanie began to shake as if she was having a seizure. And for a moment, Ron worried that that might actually be what was happening. Her pussy spasmed hard around his fingers, threatening to break them. She had just peaked and was starting on the downhill side of her orgasm when there was a knock at the bedroom door.

"Mommy, are you alright?" It was their daughter, whose room was closest to theirs, speaking through the door. "You were making noises. It sounded like you were hurt."

Jeanie and Ron stifled their giggles as she quietly replied, "It's okay, honey. Mommy's fine. I just... hit my toe on the bed and it hurt. I'm sorry I was so loud. Go back to bed."

They both had their hands over their mouths and were giggling as their daughter padded back into her room.

"Now," Jeanie said in most sensual voice. "Your turn."

With the urgency gone, they made love slowly and sweetly. They finally went to sleep after changing the sheets and settling in contentedly.

Thursday morning, Jeanie tried not to unduly hurry everyone out the door, but she was again a bundle of nerves. Thankfully, Ron had left shortly after 7:00 and the kids got on the school bus before 8:00. She hurried in and took a shower. She had barely dried her hair when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Shit," she thought. "This is just like the first time." Somehow this turn of events seemed particularly fitting though. She grabbed her robe, the same one she had worn when she first met him, pulled it together in front without tying it, and opened the front door.

"Oh boy!" Jim said when he saw her. "That robe brings back memories. I hope you're wearing the same thing under it that you were wearing last time I saw it." He smiled at her wickedly.

Standing in her front door with a virtual stranger talking to her suggestively, along with the look on his face, made her body react immediately. Without thinking, she opened the front of her robe and showed her nude body, including her fresh trim job on her pubic hair. Joe let out a long, low whistle. Then it suddenly registered in Jeanie's consciousness that she was standing in her open doorway, facing the street, with her naked body on display to a repairman. She quickly closed her robe and let him in.

Jim went into the kitchen and dropped his tool belt on the floor, next to the dishwasher. He turned to face Jeanie as she came into the room, blushing profusely. He gave her the same wicked smile he had at the door. "So...," he said. "What comes first, work or play? I'll do this however you want, but personally, I think I'd concentrate on the job a lot better if playtime and I both came first."

If it was possible, Jeanie blushed even harder. She still couldn't quite believe that she had agreed to this. It boggled her mind that she had had sex with this man the last time he came to her house. She was not a "cheater" by nature. But it had been such a sexually charged atmosphere that she had legitimately suffered from temporary insanity. Now though, she had had time to think about this, and even to plan for it. And even with that, here she stood, in the same bathrobe, pussy beginning to leak down her leg again, and looking at the noticeable bulge in Jim's work pants.

Jeanie finally spoke. "I think you may be right. You are clearly ready," she said, gesturing toward his crotch. "And I know that I am." She unceremoniously let her robe drop to the floor. Just as they had last time, Jim's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Please turn around slowly, so I can see the whole picture." He begged.

Feeling self-conscious but incredibly excited, Jeanie did as Jim asked. When she had her back to him, she heard him whistle again. And she heard his zipper, followed by clothing starting to hit the floor. She turned back as he was leaned against the counter, trying to free himself from his pants and boxer briefs.

Jeanie giggled at him trying so hard to get undressed quickly. "Slow down, tiger," she said. "It would not be good if I had to call an ambulance and you were mostly naked, lying in my kitchen floor with a concussion."

"Sorry," Jim said with a smile. "It's just that your body inspires me."

"Thank you," Jeanie blushed again. "But it is just the body of a mom of three who is, or will soon be middle-aged." She took her breasts in her hands and hefted them as if weighing them. "These," she said, "certainly used to stand up higher. And this," she did the same with her butt cheeks, as she turned away from him, "could definitely use one of those Brazilian butt lifts, whatever they are." She turned back and saw him standing by the counter, now naked and slowly stroking his cock.              

"That's where you're wrong," Jim said earnestly. "You have the absolutely perfect MILF body!"

She laughed. "I'm not really a 'MILF,' to you. I'm now a Mom You HAVE Fucked. So that would make me a, MIHF." Even as she laughed, she had begun to pinch and twist her nipples.

"Where do you want to be?" Jim asked somewhat breathlessly. He was still stroking with one hand while the other cupped his swollen balls.

"Let's go in the other room where we can be comfortable," Jeanie walked into the living room. She grabbed her robe as she walked.

Jeanie laid her robe on the sofa and sat down on it. She knew that her excretions wouldn't damage the leather, but it was decidedly easier to clean up if she sat on something that would soak up some of the liquid. She and Ron had learned this lesson long ago. She gestured for Jim to sit at the other end of the sofa.

Instead of sitting down, Jim pushed her coffee table back and stood in front of her. "Is this okay?" He asked. "I just want to be able to see you better."

"Yes," Jeanie replied, her voice becoming husky. "But remember, we keep our hands to ourselves." As she said it, she spread her pussy lips and ran a finger all around her slick and swollen opening. When her finger touched her engorged clitoris, she regretted having made the "no touching" rule. She wanted a dick inside her. And there was one that was incredibly hard and ready, leaking pre-cum from its tip. All she had to do was simply lean forward, grab it and bring him down to where he could fuck her. But she held her ground.

She began to masturbate in earnest. She took a nipple in her fingers, using her palm to squeeze the breast against her chest. The fingers of her other hand were doing long ovals from the opening of her vagina, up and around her clit, and back down again, where she would dip two fingers into herself. Jeanie was breathing heavily, her eyes never leaving Jim's hard cock, which now had a string of pre-cum hanging off its tip.

Jim was breathing harder as well. He had begun to stroke faster and harder, occasionally catching some pre-cum and spreading it around the head of his cock. Now was a time that he wished he had telescopic vision. He wanted to be so much closer to her masturbation. But he stayed where he was. He inhaled deeply and could now smell her aroma. It made his dick twitch in his hand.

Jeanie let go of her breast and began to masturbate with both hands. She slid down the cushion and threw one leg over the arm of the couch. Now with more room, she put two fingers into her pussy and started fucking herself while she rubbed her clit harder and faster. They were both working themselves into a frenzy when the door to the garage opened and Ron walked in!

All three of them froze in place, staring at each other, slack jawed.

Ron was the first to speak. "Well, it looks like it will still be a little while before the new dishwasher is in, huh?"

Jim, now standing with a withering cock in his hand, turned to go after his clothes, wishing the floor would swallow him up. "I'm sorry about this, Mr. Jones," he mumbled. Then he stopped and looked directly at Ron. "Please don't hold this against your wife. I talked her into this. She's a good woman. This was not her fault."

Jeanie quickly sat up and closed her legs when she saw Ron come in. Now he bent and gently pulled her calf up to put it back on the arm of the couch. He then looked from Jeanie to Jim. He chuckled quietly as he answered Jim, "I have had a great deal of experience with my wife. And trust me when I tell you that her pussy says that she is a very willing participant."

Jim turned and went back into the kitchen, saying over his shoulder, "Again, I'm sorry. I'll just get my stuff and get out. Someone else will come to install the new dishwasher."

"Just a minute," Ron said. "Come back in here for a minute."

When Jim came back into the room, he had his underwear on and his clothes in his hand. He was startled when saw Ron, partially undressed and holding up a foot while Jeanie helped remove his sock. When the last of his clothing was gone, Ron stood, erection bobbing in front of him. He stroked his cock, which Jim was sorry to see was noticeably bigger than his own. Then Jeanie leaned forward and took her husband into her mouth, as she went back to rubbing her pussy.

Ron groaned his approval of his wife's work. Then he looked at Jim and said, "It seemed when I came in that you were enjoying watching my wife masturbate." Jim just nodded, his erection returning with a vengeance. "Then would you like to watch us fuck?" Ron asked. Again, Jim could only nod, but he had again freed his own cock from his underwear and had begun to stroke it.

Ron gestured for Jim to come closer as he extricated his cock from Jeanie's mouth. He took her by the hand and she stood. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled at him as she stood, bent over the arm of the couch and spread her legs. Ron stood behind her and rubbed her pussy. She moaned deeply. He spread her juices all over both her pussy and her ass. Then he lined the head of his cock up with her opening and rubbed it around, coating it completely in her natural lubricant.

Jim sat on the edge of the coffee table, to get at the right height to see Ron slide into her in one agonizingly slow stroke. When he hit bottom, Jeanie grunted.

"Oh god yes." She groaned. "Please, babe, fuck me hard."

Ron plunged into her and pulled almost completely out, leaving just the head in. Then he pushed back in, hard and fast. His pelvis slapped against her ass loudly. And he began to fuck her just as she had asked.

Jim was mesmerized. He repeatedly had to take his hand off his cock. He didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to enjoy every bit of this. He watched as Jeanie's tits swung back and forth with the every stroke of Ron's cock. Her nipples would occasionally rub against the couch cushion, making her eyelids flutter. Her head was turned toward Jim and every time she opened her eyes, it was to watch his hand going up and down his cock. Ron was giving his wife everything he had and she was now grunting with every stroke.

Jeanie reached out and ran her finger over Jim's wet cock head. She got some pre-cum on her finger and put it into her mouth. Ron suddenly stopped.

Jeanie cried out in frustration, "No. Ron, don't stop. I'm almost there."

Ron said, "Why don't you suck his cock while I fuck you? He looks a little left out."

"I'll do whatever you want if you'll just start fucking me again!" She sounded desperate.

Jim looked up at Ron to make sure it was okay. Ron said breathlessly, "Go ahead. She has some serious skills. Be ready to cum though. She won't let you hold back."

Jim got on his knees, on the couch in front of Jeanie. With her free hand she reached out and took him, guiding him into her mouth. As she sucked him deeply into her mouth, she grunted repeatedly around his cock head. She let go of his cock and grabbed his hip, pulling Jim closer. When she relaxed her throat and took him all the way in, swallowing his dick, he groaned.

"Oh my god, that is incredible!" He instinctively pulled back and began fucking her throat slowly.

She briefly pulled him out of her mouth and groaned, "I'm going to cum, don't stop!"

With that, Ron redoubled his effort and Jim started to fuck her mouth faster. When her orgasm hit, she shrieked around Jim's cock. That triggered his orgasm. She was trying to moan as the cock in her mouth erupted. Cum shot into her mouth and down her throat. The sounds coming out of her did not stop though. They just made her blow Jim's cum out of her mouth onto his balls and legs.

When the orgasm really took hold of her, she gripped her husband's cock with her internal muscles. Her pussy rhythmically milked his cock. This was Ron's favorite part of fucking her from the back. He spread her ass cheeks and watched her pucker open and close as he felt her pulling on his cock. Her movements turned jerky as the muscle spasms spread throughout her body.

Jeanie was shaking from head to toe. She still had Jim's cock partially in her mouth. Words were coming out of her mouth with each spasm. But the cock made them sound like, "Thit! Fuuhgh!"

Ron smacked into her again and the flood of juice came gushing out. That did it for him. He pulled out and began cumming on her back. As he unleashed shot after shot, he aimed at her asshole and coated both it and her pussy.

Finally, both Jeanie and Ron began to come down from their orgasms. Ron stepped back so that his wife could straighten up. When she stood, he noticed that there was a trail of cum on the back of her hair.

"Wow," he sighed. "That was some cum shot. Sorry babe, I got it in your hair." She reached up and touched it.

"Oh well," she said. "I needed another shower anyway."

They both looked at Jim, who had collapsed back onto the couch after he came. He was leaned against the opposite arm of the couch, limp cock leaking onto the cushion. He had cum covering his pubic hair and abdomen. And there was another big spot on his chest.

Jeanie giggled and said, "I'm sorry, Jim. You came so much, just as my orgasm started, that I'm afraid I didn't do a very good job of swallowing. I'm usually much neater at this. And how did we get your cum all the way up to your chest?"

"That's not mine," Jim said. "That is the strongest of Ron's shots. It smacked me in the chest before depositing some on your hair."

They all laughed together before Ron said, "So, Jim, how many appointments do you have today?"

"This is it," he answered. "Light day today."

"In that case," Ron said, "Why don't we all get cleaned up and then go into the bedroom for round two? That is, if Jeanie is interested."

Jeanie was already on her phone, telling the folks at her office that they had run into a snag and she was going to have to stay home for the day, after which, she texted her mom to see if she could pick the kids up from school.