My husband Donald and I have been married for 15 years and have three children. Due to the economic crisis of recent years, Donald has been forced to take a second job, and now works 16 hours a day, while I also work a full-time job, plus taking care of the children and doing all the household work as well. As a result, the children and I don’t see Donald as often as we used to, but we do really need the money he earns to make ends meet.
A few weeks ago I was driving home from taking the kids to school when my car started making a weird noise. Luckily George, a man who lives in our neighborhood, was passing by and stopped to lend me a hand. He said he could do a quick fix on the car so that I could get it home, but the permanent fix would be costly. When I fretted to him about my money situation he said that if I ordered the parts from an auto store, he would fix the car for me, so I wouldn’t have to pay a garage. I agreed and told him I would pay him for his labor, and he laughed and said, “Sure, I work cheap anyway.”
When I ordered the part and found out how expensive it was, I was shocked. I barely had the money to pay for it, let alone paying George. “Don’t worry,” he said when I told him, and I saw his eyes roaming my body as he added, “I’m sure we can work something out.”
I was very offended, and told him in no uncertain terms that I was a happily married woman, and he’d better not get any wicked ideas, and before he could say anything else I went back inside my house.
As I watched him working on my car through the kitchen window, my mind and stomach were doing somersaults as I tried to think of how I could repay him. I had never cheated on my husband, and I wasn’t about to do so now. It was wrong and immoral. I thought about working out a payment plan, but realized I had some upcoming bills and expenses that would make that very difficult.
Finally I thought I would try to reason with him, so I put some iced tea and homemade cookies on a tray and took them out to him. He was bending over the car with the hood up, and I set the tea and cookies to the side and sat on the front bumper, turning to see what he was doing, and realizing too late that this position afforded him a view up my knee-length skirt, which had ridden up to reveal my legs nearly all the way to my white panties.
When I saw where he was looking I realized my error and quickly stood up. As I turned to go back inside he said to me, “Hey, look maybe we could work something out, you know? You are a beautiful woman, and you should feel proud of your looks, and use them to help yourself and your family. I don’t mean to be out of line or anything, but no one but us would ever need to know. It would just be one time, and we would be even, and I promise to never bother you again.”
As I took in all of what he said, I told him I had to think about it some more. He told me that was fine, and that he would be done in an hour or so.
I sat inside the house thinking and arguing with myself for nearly an hour before I heard him knock lightly at the kitchen door. I called for him to come in and he walked into the living room and stood in front of me as I sat on the couch.
“All finished,” he said, smiling. He was looking down at my legs, which I had pulled up on the couch. I realized that he could again see up my skirt, but I didn’t change my position as he asked me if I thought about what he’d said earlier.
I took a deep breath, then raised one leg and let my thighs fall apart, giving him an unobstructed view of my white lace panties. “I have,” I said hoarsely.
George smiled and took a step closer. “Good,” he said. Then he reached down to put a hand on my knee, caressing it and sending chills throughout my body. I swallowed hard and looked up at him as his hand traveled up my thigh, getting ever closer to my crotch. I steeled my nerves by telling myself this was for the good of my family as his fingers reached my panty-covered crotch, causing me to jump slightly. I looked down to watch him rubbing me, and for a moment I was not aware that he’d unzipped himself with his other hand and pulled out his hard penis.
Then I sensed movement and glanced up to see him pumping himself with his hand. His cock looked very big, much bigger than my husband’s, and a sudden thrill shot through me. Did he really intend to put that thing inside me? Could I take it? Would it hurt me?
With these thoughts whirling through my mind, I was hardly surprised when he let go of his cock and put his hand on the back of my head, pulling it gently but firmly toward his penis. I started to turn my head away, but something stopped me. Lust? Curiosity? I didn’t know, but whatever it was made me open my mouth almost with anticipation. His hard cock popped inside, and he immediately began pumping his hips, driving his penis in and out of me, making me gag several times until I got used to it.
I had to admit it was exciting, and I heard myself moaning around his cock as it twitched between my lips and he pumped his load of semen down my throat. To my surprise I found myself swallowing as much of it as I could.
George pulled out of my mouth, and as I struggled to catch my breath he deftly reached down and pulled my panties down to my ankles, then completely off. I moaned with pleasure as he rubbed my damp crotch for a moment before quickly climbing on top of me. I couldn’t believe that he was still hard. I nervously asked him to wear a condom, but he said he didn’t have one. A second later I felt the tip of his cock probing my entrance, then sliding in, smoothly yet forcefully.
As he had with my mouth, he began driving in and out of my pussy as I gasped and panted, hanging on for dear life. He thrust deeply into me, grabbing my ankles and pushing my legs up high. My moans filled the room and my excitement just kept building. Then, just as I reached my climax, I turned my head for some reason and saw the pictures of my family on the walls around the room, and the feelings of guilt and wickedness they aroused in me somehow only added to my excitement. I came like never before, totally consumed by my explosive orgasm—so consumed that I wasn’t even aware of George shooting his potent sperm deep inside me.
After he climbed off me I lay panting for a while before I realized he had come inside me. On weak, trembling legs, I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and douched. When I came back George told me he had to go. He said my car should be okay now, but if I ever needed him again I should contact him and he’d be more than happy to help me again.
Fortunately I did not get pregnant, and though I still feel guilty sometimes, I have to admit it was an exciting experience that I will never forget—and a wicked way to pay for a car repair.
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