I didn’t expect to be spending my evenings wanking off with my plumber over messages, but it was so fucking hot.
After I put my kids to bed, I busy myself with the mundane chores of a stay at home Mum such as hanging out or folding the laundry. Then a message would ping through to say he was finished with work and ready for bed. (I never realised what long, hard days Plumbers can work – respect!) He’d send through a naked pic, or a video of him getting his cock out as he teased me with his strong, muscular body and generous cock, and I’d send him photos of my generous 34E’s, nipples always hard from arousal, or my naked body stretched out across the bed desparate for the feeling of a man.
We told each other stories as we touched ourselves, feeling the heat of the words and images of fantasy, till we both came, over and over through the evening, into the night…
We shared the same fantasy about him fucking me from behind over the kitchen table, next to the boiler he spent so many hours working on – as I, unknown to him, perved on his manliness from across it – The same table we came so close to fucking on when it all began (Pt1). We agreed we had to make it happen, it couldn’t just stay a fantasy.
It all happened in a whirlwind – a sudden announcement one morning that he could pop in, inbetween jobs. I had to find someone to take my kids out – quick – so Mumma could have her needs met! Before I knew it, there was his outline again through the glass panel in the front door, and I, semi naked in my black wrap – but this time no panties. I knew I wouldn’t be needing those.
Just like before (Pt2), I opened the door and his mouth was on mine before the door even closed behind him. Fuck what the neighbours think! I stopped him, leaving him wanting more, and lead him innocently straight to the kitchen, nonchalantly moving around the table. But he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed me and bent me over the table (teaser photo in profile), my black lace wrap falling to the ground – leaving me completely naked and completely vulnerable to his desires, and mine…
He unzipped his work trousers and gripped my hips tightly, my bare arse against him as he thrust his throbbing cock into my tight pussy. As he built momentum I cried out for him to fuck me harder, and harder – and he obliged, as he grabbed my hair, slapped my arse and groped my tits – pummelling me so hard the table moved across the kitchen with the force of his thrusts – and with my pussy creaming and quivering against his cock, he came. I have never, ever been fucked so good. He came, he ‘serviced my boiler’ and went off to his next job. And I – well I could barely walk. He says we can still do better… Fuuuuuck.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ldj64h/hot_single_mum_helps_lay_the_plumbers_pipe_mf