## My Ducts Get Cleaned [M40/F30/M30][light BDSM][Threesome][cheating]
Spring bloomed early this year and outside our little suburban house, the trees began to shed their pollen. Walking down the street had become an exercise in controlled sneezes and angry tears. I had called a company to clean out our air ducts in anticipation of Mother Nature’s plant fog and they came on a day when my wife was going to be at work. I was taking allergy medicine with my coffee when the doorbell rang.
I met the younger looking couple in matching jumpsuits at the door. Behind them, I could see a green film already on my car windshield. “Come in, come in,” I said.
“I’m Manny, and this is my wife Debra.” The man was taller than me by a few inches, dark brown hair, and broad shoulders. He carried two large cases of equipment and asked where the basement stairs were, lugging one case as I opened the cellar door.
Debra was a good deal shorter, blue eyes under bangs of auburn hair tied in a ponytail. Despite wearing the loose jumpsuit, she had curves that sparked my imagination which only got more lewd when she bent over to pick up the other case. What was I thinking? “I’m going to start upstairs with the vents, alright?”
“Let me get that for you,” I said, reaching for the case but she brushed my hand away.
“That’s alright sir, I can handle it.” The way she looked at me as she said *sir*, lingering on it for just a heartbeat too long, took me aback. I must have looked stupefied because she giggled. “Can you lead the way, sir?”
She started in the spare bedroom, on her knees as she unscrewed the vent fascia. When she started to vacuum the opening the noise filled the room. Work. I was reminded of my own job and backed up towards the threshold.
“I’ll let you get to it,” I said but she cocked her head.
“What?”
I raised my voice. “I said, I’ll let you get to work! I’ll let you finish!”
She had turned off the vacuum in the middle of me talking and I felt embarrassed for yelling. I’m sure Manny heard it through the vent. Debra stood up and came closer, closer than arm’s reach to me.
“I appreciate a man who lets a girl finish. Manny and I, we have an open marriage.” Her eyes locked on mine as she slowly unzipped the jumpsuit, just to her belly. Underneath, she wore a simple white tee shirt and no bra. “What about you?”
My wife would certainly say no. While she and I enjoyed sex weekly, there was a cadence to it. A routine. I thought about the last time we made love as Debra peeled the top of the jumpsuit off her shoulders, rubbing circles over her covered nipples. “I- I’m married,” I stammered.
“Me too. But I can be discreet. Can you?” Debra kicked the vacuum back on and it felt like it sucked all of the air out of the room. Of course it didn’t. That was Debra. She ran her hands over my shirt as she kneeled before my crotch, my cock beginning to strain in my underwear. “May I begin, *sir*?”
That word. It danced in my brain, lighting parts of me I’d thought dead. Maybe that’s why I nodded. Why I unbuckled my pants and let her pull them down. Why my cock was rock hard in her hand. Warm fingers gripped my shaft and she held me up to get a better view of my balls. Then she put one in her mouth and sucked. Oh god, how I ached. I couldn’t hear myself moaning over the noise but I knew I was losing myself to pleasure as she worked my shaft.
Debra knew her way around a cock. Holding my balls in one hand, she swirled my tip in her mouth and stroked me slowly, watching the agony on my face. It only encouraged her to go faster. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She must have too because after she sucked me hard, she let me go and the air cooled my wet dick. Unzipping the jumpsuit completely, Debra crawled onto the small bed and presented her ass. A wet spot was growing on her panties. “Are you going to let me finish?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
I dove in face first and ate that pussy, right over the fabric. She was so creamy, so hot, I had to slide her panties over and lick her sweet lips and nectar. She held the back of my head, forcing me to breathe her in, to lap her up like a thirsty dog to water. I don’t know how long I stayed there saddled between her cheeks but when I opened my eyes, Manny was standing at the door. I almost fell backwards.
He turned off the vacuum. “Jeez Debra, You couldn’t wait even five minutes?”
“He started it.”
I wiped my face and looked for an escape but the only way out was either the window or through Manny. “I, I…”
Manny held her chin with one hand and slapped her with the other. The shock made her gasp but a smile creeped over her face. “What do you call him?” Manny growled.
“Sir.” Another slap made her say it louder. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Manny caressed her red cheek as he kissed her deeply, both of them forgetting they were on the job. I almost did too. Their embrace became more passionate and Manny unzipped his jumpsuit. Debra fished out his cock and sucked on it with renewed vigor, bobbing back and and forth, ass rocking in front of me.
She popped his cock out her mouth and looked back at me. “Would Sir like to fuck my pussy?”
My cock stiffened again. I looked at Manny and he gestured as if to say “Be my guest.” I stepped up behind her and pulled down her panties. Debra’s pussy glistened. Rubbing my tip against it made her moan, eager for my cock to stretch her out.
And so I did. I held onto her hips and eased my cock into her tight pussy. Fuck, she felt amazing. I relished the warmth of her body as I thrusted faster. Across from me, Manny fucked her throat in earnest, his rhythm matching mine. He held her ponytail, pulling her off his cock to let her drool slip from her mouth. Every tug made her spasm, clenching my cock.
They were both fucking me and it drove me wild. Where did these two come from? Debra’s tits swung free below her as she slid between our cocks. “Good girl,” said Manny. “Come for me. Come for Master and Sir.”
It was all it took for Debra to shudder, rocking her hips against my cock as her orgasm rocked her body. It was too much for me and I dumped my load deep into her pussy, all but forgetting it wasn’t my wife. I didn’t care. I slipped out and watched Manny finish on her face, rope after rope of his come criss crossing like paint. We stayed there, panting like wild animals before Manny wiped her face.
“You’re such a good girl,” he said, kissing her gently. “Now will you get to work?”
And that was that. I stood dumbfounded as they dressed as if nothing happened. They finished the ductwork in a couple hours and I tipped them well, if only to keep them quiet. As they left, Debra slipped me a business card with a number written on the back. “Call me any time, day or night, Sir.” I knew I’d be calling soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12cpbrt/my_ducts_get_cleaned_m40f30m30light