Cuckold | Cheating | Interacial | Erotica

I Asked The Alabama Slammer To Fix My Pipes

And my husband watched the entire thing…

I was in the bathroom naked when the knock at the front door told me he’d arrived.

He’d made much better time than I’d expected. Perhaps he’s skipped a job to fix my shower, the S.O.S I’d sent him had told him it was an emergency.

Wrapping a towel around me, I raced out of the bathroom, through our walk in robe and into our bedroom.

“Sounds like he’s here,” my husband said as he reclined on our bed.

“Than what are you waiting for, get in the wardrobe and hide, or he’ll see you.”

My hubby dissapeared into our walk-in-robe, the only place he was going to get a decent vantage point of our bathroom and the mischief I was planning on getting myself into.

I raced down the stairs to greet the plumber. The Alabama Slammer was the most in-demand plumber in the neighborhood, and it had nothing to do with his skills with a wrench.

It had everything to do with his discount. You see, anyone that could get him off, got 50% off his service calls.

It was hardly a chore. You see the Alabama Slammer was packing a nine inch long, thick black cock. I’d become well acquainted with it while he was fixing my sink last week.

After I’d got him good and hard, he’d bent me over our kitchen bench and pounded that discount into me good and proper. He’d clearly enjoyed himself as he fixed the sink for nothing.

I’d told my hubby everything. After all, he understood my needs and was eager to see them met. This time he planned to watch. Which would be a first for us, so hopefully he’d behave himself.

I adjusted the towel as I reached for the door. There was no need to get dressed, he’d seen so much more of me the last time he was here.

The door swung inward, and I watched those big brown eyes linger up my legs, over my barely concealed breasys until they settled on my eyes.

“Kristi, it’s good to see you again.” His voice was husky and warm and sent a tingle of excitement right through me.

He carried a toolbox in one hand, and the exertion didn’t seem to bother him at all. He was so strong and masculine. I wanted him to grab me with those big arms, throw me over his shoulder and take me to bed.

I grabbed him by the hand. “Thank you for coming so quickly. She shower is on the fritz.”

“Happy to help,” he answered as I dragged him through the house, up the stairs and into our bedroom.

Part of me wanted to just drop the towel, yank down his pants and suck that monstrous black snake right here in my bedroom.

But we’d sabotaged the shower head, so I figured it was best to maintain a pretense of propriety.

“The head has gone all goofy,” I explained as I led him through our walk in robe and into the shower.

I couldn’t see my hubby, but I knew he’d burrowed down behind my dresses, and had a good clear line of sight to the bathroom. In the darkness there was no chance of him being spotted.

Our shower takes up about a third of our spacious bathroom and has a raised tile seat running along one wall. I’d insisted on that, it was great for shaving my legs, and all manner of other things.

I led him to the shower and flicked it on. Water sprayed out of the damaged head and up the wall.

“I see,” he replied, setting down his tool box, and flicking the shower off. “Shouldn’t take me long at all.”

I sat down on the tile seat, my towel riding up as I did.

The Alabama Slammer looked around the shower and spotted my Satisfyer Vibrator sitting on the ledge.

I’d left it out on purpose hoping he’d see it.

“I hope you weren’t using this to fix it,” he laughed as he scooped up the vibrator and mimed fixing the shower head with it.

I laughed with him. “Not at all, that takes care of an entirely different problem.”

“What’s that,” he asked, his eyes playing along the exposed skin of my thighs.

“Like I told you last time, I’m a newlywed. I’m horny all the time and this little baby always hits the spot.

Before he could respond, I dropped the towel, pressed the vibrator to my clit and turned it on.

The vibrator pulsed against me and I leaned back against the cool tiles.

I felt like such a slut, and it felt good. Here I was masturbating for my hung black plumber, while my hubby watched from the shadows.

I let out a throaty groan as I found my favorite spot.

“That’s going to prove immensely distracting,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

I could see the bulge growing in his pants. It was working.

Spreading my legs wide open so he could see the effect it was having on my pussy, I replied. “If the moaning is bothering you, you should stick something in my mouth.”

I licked my lips suggestively.

He grinned and unzipped his pants, before lifting out the cock I’d been craving all week. I looked past it to my husband as I ran my hand down the length of it. I almost came right then, my vibrator pulsing my clit while I played with him.

I wanted my hubby to see how big it was as I licked the precum off the tip.

While I blew him, he finished the shower and tossed his wrench back into the toolbox.

“Been missing that have you?”

I nodded, my mouth still full of cock.

“Hubby coming up a little short then?”

There was no denying it. If my hubby was this big, I’d probably never let him leave the house.

I nodded again.

“Lucky me,” he said as he dropped to his knees and sank his tongue into my soaked pussy.

My groan reverberated around the bathroom, and only intensified as he played with my hard nipples.

I thought of my hubby hiding in the wardrobe watching this adonis tongue me to an orgasm. The thought of him watching was too much and I came right there on his tongue, bucking and moaning as he twisted my nipple, just the way I liked it.

“Give me that tight married pussy,” he demanded, dragging me to my feet.

He stepped out of his pants, tossed his shirt aside and turned on me. I was about to bend over when he lifted me into the air.

“Whoa,” I squealed, as my soaked pussy slid down his hard abs.

It was like I weighed nothing at all as he guided me onto his waiting cock.

He took me in a single powerful stroke that forced a gasp out of me. With two hands gripping my ass, he impaled me on that big dick.

Then in full view of my hubby he proceeded to use me like his personal fuck toy.

My second orgasm followed the first and I clung to his neck as he drilled me.

I could feel his ardour building. His hips shaking as they thundered into me.

“Whose pussy is this?” My lover asked.

I looked over his well-muscled shoulder to where my hubby sat hiding.

“Yours,” I whispered. It was the truth, we both knew it.

“Is that why you busted your shower?” he asked.

“Yes,” I confessed. “I needed this. I needed this all week.”

“Me too,” he replied as he pulled me tight, his throbbing cock pumping me full of his hot load.

“That’s it baby, give it to me,” I groaned. “Fill me up.”

He did just that, until I could feel it running out of me.

When he put me down, I was weak in the knees. I sat, while he showered in our freshly fixed shower. All I could think of was what my hubby was thinking. It was the first time he’d ever watched me with one of my lovers.

Would he be jealous? Excited?

The Alabama Slammer toweled off and I helped him dress, planting a kiss on the head of his cock before zipping him up.

“No need to break your shower next time. Anytime that perky body needs a pounding you just gimme a call.”

I led him back through the house, naked as the day I was born.

Once he was in his van I raced back to the robe. Pushing aside the dresses I found my hubby. Collapsed against the wall, still stroking his spent dick, his jizz all over his lap.

I bent down and took him in my hand.

“You liked that baby, didn’t you. I knew you would.”

He nodded, before guiding my head into his lap.

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