Karin’s Home Improvement Project

Karin Angelides gazed at herself in the mirror as she
dressed. At 34, she still felt she had a pretty good
body. She was tall, about 5’8″ and still thin, but her
hips, breasts and buttocks were fuller and more womanly
now. Three days a week at the gym over the last seven
years was an investment she wasn’t about to give up.
She’d started her exercise regimen when she and Rob
first got married. She was 27 at the time and he was
older, more established in his career as a lawyer.

Given that her friends always commented on how good-
looking Rob was, Karin was determined that her husband
was going to maintain his attraction to her. She’d cut
her hair short about five years ago, but only because
Rob liked it that way. As they continued to maintain
their winter schedule of vacations to the Caribbean,
she worked hard to insure that even after 30, she still
looked good in a bikini. At the upscale beach resorts
where they stayed, her full breasts, flat tummy and
firm, round ass never failed to garner looks from the
other guests, and sometimes even admiring comments.

With Rob’s practice growing over the years, the couple
had been able to move to a more expensive new home in a
well-to-do suburb. The large rambling house wasn’t
exactly what Karin wanted but it was a good deal. After
a few years living there, Rob gave in to Karin’s
repeated pleas to let her renovate parts of the house.
Grudgingly, he’d given in, setting a budget but letting
Karin choose all the details from the design to the
accents and lighting, she even chose the contractor.

Karin had interviewed six or eight general contractors
for the job, but eventually settled on a guy named
Sanderson. He had strong references and had worked on
some projects for friends. He was a little older than
Karin liked and worked more slowly (according to
friends) but his craftsmanship and attention to detail
were solid and came highly recommended.

Sanderson’s work crew was scheduled to arrive this
morning to begin demolition in the old kitchen and
Karin planned to monitor their work closely. She pulled
on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt for the day
because she assumed the work would be dusty and dirty.
The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac in their
neighborhood and many of the lots surrounding them were
empty.

Karin carefully planned where she would park the
construction worker’s trucks to minimize damage to her
landscaping. Around the back of the house was a large
stone patio adjacent to the house, then a large
swimming pool surrounding by a grassy area and a
privacy fence. She made a mental note not to let the
workers roll heavy wheelbarrows or other equipment over
the patio, fearing the stones might crack under the
weight.

At about 8am, she bounded downstairs to fix herself a
cup of coffee. She found Mr. Sanderson in front of the
house with 2-3 workers and she walked out the front
door, mug in hand, to greet them.

“Good morning, Mr. Sanderson.”

“Good morning, Karin. You’re just in time for me to
introduce you to my work crew. This here’s Jake, my
crew foreman, and his carpenters Rick and Steve.
They’re the inside crew that’ll start demolition this
morning. I’ve got two more guys on the way. They’re the
outside crew that will be hauling debris to the
trucks.”

Just then, a red pick up truck came barreling down the
cul-de-sac, blaring the Red Hot Chili Peppers and
screeching to a halt. The workers just shook their
heads as they looked at the late arriving additions.

“That’s my grandson, Jeff and his friend Eric,”
Sanderson said. “They’re a little boisterous but
there’s no reason to be scared of ’em. Besides, they’ll
be working outside most of the time.”

“That’s okay,” Karin laughed. “Boisterous boys don’t
bother me a bit.”
The truck pulled up and the two young workers piled
out, pulling their gloves and caps out of the back
seat. They both wore faded jeans and work boots with
paint stains on them. Over their thickly muscled
torso’s, they two men work “wife beater” t-shirts and
each sported a three day stubble on their chins.

One of the pair was about average size, six feet tall
or so. Karin, however, was struck by the appearance of
the other. He was large, about six-three and well over
two hundred pounds, Karin guessed. He had rounded pec’s
and his t-shirt could not hide a flat, washboard
stomach.

Karin tried not to stare but he was an Adonis. As he
approached, she could see that he was baby-faced, with
longish hair that fell over his ears in ringlets and
steely blue eyes. Karin caught her breath. She wasn’t
sure what it would be like having this gorgeous
creature working around her house all day. She could
already see she wasn’t going to be getting a whole lot
done.

“Okay, boys,” Sanderson called out. “Let’s get to work.
It’s gonna be a hot one today so let’s make sure you
fellas working outside get plenty of water breaks,
okay?”

The larger boy smiled as he walked up to the group, in
a slow, hulking gait. “Okay, granddad,” he said.
Despite responding to Sanderson, the boy never let his
eyes leave Karin. As the other workers left to begin
their day, he stuck out his hand and introduced
himself.

“Hi, I’m Jeff,” he said. “You must be the lady of the
house?”

Karin was a little nonplussed. “Oh… hi,” she
stammered. “I’m Karin Angelides. My husband and I live
here.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Karin Angelides,” he
said with a smile. Karin felt a little uncomfortable,
he was holding her hand just a little too long for
comfort. “Don’t worry, I’m going to do a very good job
for you. When this project’s over you’re gonna be very,
very pleased.”

“Cut the crap and get to work, Romeo,” the other boy
said. “Don’t pay any attention to him, ma’am. He’s 18
and stupid. We don’t have really high expectations for
the boy.”

“Bye, Karin,” Jeff said, smiling. As he turned to walk
away, Karin stood alone in the driveway, a little
confused but at the same time mesmerized by what she
considered a disconcerting moment. Was he just hitting
on me, she wondered? Still, her eyes never left Jeff as
he walked over to the dumpster to begin working. He
looked just as good walking away from her, Karin
thought, as he did face to face. She suddenly realized
she was standing alone in her driveway, staring at the
two young construction workers. My god, he’s only 18,
Karin thought. Red-faced, she turned around and headed
back into the house.

She walked up the foyer stairs and tried to occupy
herself with household chores while the construction
workers began demolition downstairs, but Karin found
the noise too distracting. She grabbed her coffee cup
and walked across the upstairs landing to a spare room
overlooking the work area. She peeked out the window
from between the mini-blinds and watched the
construction workers below.

From her vantage point, she could watch Jeff and Eric
loadings stacks of broken wood and drywall into the
dumpster, their muscles rippling as they hoisted loads
of debris over their heads. With few clouds to break
the sun, the boys began sweating and after about 30 or
40 minutes, Jeff stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it
into the grass.

Karin could feel her heart pounding as she watched him,
the voyeuristic thrill sending ripples through her
body. I can’t believe watching this k*d is affecting me
this way, she thought to herself, this isn’t like me.
Karin didn’t consider herself the type of woman who
lusts after strange men. But she admitted she loved
watching Jeff, imagining what it would be like to see
his naked, sweating body. She was curious about what he
looked like under his jeans. In her mind’s eye, she
imagined herself caressing his penis.

As she watched him, she slowly began pulling the waist
of her t-shirt out of her jeans. Slowly, she slid one
hand beneath the t-shirt and unclasped her bra. Gently,
Karin began rolling her left nipple between her thumb
and forefinger. A shiver shot through her body. Karin’s
breasts had always been sensitive. In fact, she had
always been very proud of her breasts. They were large
and full with protruding nipples that had garnered
admiration since she was 15.

In her younger days, before she was married, she loved
going braless and loved to watch the double takes of
men whose attentions were caught by her full chest and
flat tummy. Karin was able to arouse herself by
kneading and pinching her breasts and as her breathing
grew more rapid, she felt herself reach down and begin
unsnapping the front of her jeans.

Karin pulled her jeans and panties off of her hips and
stepped out of them. She pulled her t-shirt and bra off
and stood naked in the barely furnished spare room.
Lying on the carpeted floor, she softly caressed her
body before plunging her middle finger into her wet
vagina. Pulling back slightly, she circled her clitoris
with a moistened fingertip and she could feel the
pulsing ecstasy through her brain.

Her finger began rubbing her clit more rapidly and she
arched her hips up off the floor as her body tensed.
Several times she reached down with her free hand to
push several fingers into her heavily lubricated pussy,
then brought them rapidly to her mouth, tasting the
pungent, sticky fluid.

Her rapidly vibrating finger pushed her closer and
closer to climax. “Unh, unh, unh,” she moaned, her
voice a mixture of pleasure and pleading. “Oooh, yeah,
right there,” she said. In her mind, she imagined
Jeff’s scratchy face buried between her thighs, his
tongue thrusting in and out of the folds of her labia,
pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Karin plunged her middle and ring fingers into her
pussy as wave after wave or orgasm flowed over her. Her
muscles froze, then her heaving, naked body collapsed
on the floor, unable to move. She brought her hands to
her face and covered it, the smell of her womanhood
closing around her.

My god, what am I doing, she thought. I just
masturbated after watching an 18-year-old k*d take his
shirt off. Karin started to laugh and wondered if she
were losing her mind.

The workers broke for lunch and went outside to open
their brown bags on the lawn. Karin walked downstairs
to the basement where she had moved all of the food
from the kitchen. The basement had been furnished into
a kind of recreation room, with a full bar and
refrigerator. She’d turned several closets into a
pantry, but this area was still very much Rob’s room,
with a wide screen TV and several large overstuffed
couches. Behind the seating area was a pool table.
Karin made herself a sandwich and sat down to watch TV.
She’d finished up about 30 minutes before she heard
footsteps on the stairs behind her.

“Hello?” Jeff called. “Karin, are you down here?”

She thought it was a little familiar for him to call
her by her first name. After all, technically she was
his employer, but from her first meeting with him Karin
could tell Jeff didn’t lack confidence. Like most
teenaged boys he was cocky and full of himself, but she
wasn’t exactly sure she wanted him calling her Mrs.
Angelides either.

“I’m over here,” she replied. “I just finished lunch.”
Karin looked back over her shoulder to see Jeff
standing in the basement doorway. He was shirtless with
a blue bandanna tied over his head and he had that
silly grin on his face she’d noticed earlier. He was
sweating slightly so that the light glistened off his
pecs. Karin caught her breath. Man, you are one sexy
bastard, she thought. She didn’t even want to think
about how many hearts he’d broken in his young life.

“I was thinkin’ I might be able to get some ice for my
water bottle,” he said. “It’s pretty hot out there.”

“Oh, sure,” Karin replied. “Let me grab that for you.”

She walked over and he handed her the bottle. His eyes
locked in on hers and she looked away shyly. Man, she
thought, this k*d doesn’t give up. She wondered if many
women were able to look into those beautiful pale blue
eyes and not get wobbly knees.

“Oh, wow,” he said. “Cool pool table. Do you mind if I
look?”

“Go ahead,” Karin said, smiling.

“Do you shoot pool?” Jeff asked.

“Not much,” Karin said. “Every once in a while. It’s
mostly for my husband and his friends.” She wondered if
her referencing the fact that she was married would
prompt Jeff to chill out. It didn’t. He looked up and
flashed his best lady-killer smile.

“Your husband is a very lucky man,” he said. “Come on,
show me some of your best shots.”

“Don’t you have to get back to work?” Karin said.

“We’ve got a few minutes.”

Karin wasn’t sure what he meant by “we”. She was wary
of being alone with Jeff, but she wondered if she
wasn’t reading too much into all this. After all, he
was just a k*d. Slowly, she walked around to the pool
table and picked up a cue stick. She took aim at the
white cue ball, but struck it clumsily and it skittered
off at an odd angle, striking nothing.

“It’s been a while,’ Karin said. “I’m a little rusty.”

Jeff smiled again and slowly began walking around to
her side of the table. Karin was struck by the
whiteness of his teeth and his full lips. She wondered
how she’d never noticed them before. He walked around
behind her.

“Your technique sucks,” he said. “Here, let me show how
to do it.”

Karin could feel the heat of his body as he drew closer
behind her. He placed the cue stick in front of her and
held her hands as she grasped it. He pressed his hips
against her ass and with his naked torso against her
back, gently pushed her into a bent over position. He
moved his face next to hers and she could feel his hot
breath in her ear. She wondered if he could feel her
heart beating. He was clearly overstepping the
boundaries but Karin couldn’t bring herself to break
away or tell him to buzz off.

He gently wrapped her left hand around the pool cue and
began softly rubbing it up and down the length of the
stick.

“Okay, now get a feel for the stick,” he said. “Get a
good sense of its length. Get a firm grip, but not too
tight. Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” Karin said. She could feel the stubble of his
chin against her ear and cheek. She remembered her
fantasy of earlier that morning when she’d imagined
what it would feel like against her thighs. She could
feel her tingling pussy begin to moisten.

“Now, when you strike the ball, you want to be able to
control your breathing so you can make a straight
shot,” he said. “I want you to steady yourself and
breathe as slowly as you can while you line up the
ball.” At that, Jeff slid his right hand from Karin’s
hand, slowly over to her hip, then under her t-shirt
until it came to rest on her bare tummy. Karin tried to
maintain control, but started to tremble slightly. The
feeling of his hand against her bare skin prompted
Karin to close her eyes and she bit her lower lip
slightly to keep from gasping.

“Take your time,” he whispered. “It’ll all come back.
You know what to do. You just need somebody to teach
you. Your husband doesn’t play with you enough, so you
need somebody like me to reacquaint you with the stick.
Show you how it feels to hold it, how it makes you feel
when you use it the right way. I can do that, Karin. I
can help you remember what it was like to play this
game. How much fun you can have. How good it can make
you feel.”

Karin realized she was in dangerous territory, events
were quickly spinning out of her control. With a
quivering voice, she tried to reassert control of the
situation.

“I-I can’t… I mean, I want you to, but… I’m a
married woman… my husband would…”

Jeff moved closer, his lips at her ear. “Karin,” he
whispered. “You need someone to give you the attention
you need, to teach you, to focus on your needs. I think
you and I could be could be really good at this game,
Karin. I can teach you all kinds of new games, all you
have to do is be willing to learn. You want that,
Karin, don’t you? You want to learn some new games?”

Jeff began to kiss the side of Karin’s face and gently
he probed her ear with his tongue. His hand moved
slowly down Karin’s belly to her abdomen until his
middle finger reached her throbbing clitoris.

She had no idea how long they had been involved in this
little mind game, but surely it was more than the 15
minutes he’d had left on his lunch break. Surely he
would stop at any minute. The only problem was that
Karin didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to
continue kissing and touching her. She wanted to do
whatever the hell this gorgeous boy wanted to do to
her.

With one arm, Karin swept the billiard balls out of the
way and spun around. She pulled his hand out of the
front of her jeans and sprawled across the pool table
on her back. She looked at him with a mixture of desire
and anger. It was his fault for forcing these feelings
in her to the surface. God, he was smug, she thought.
He thinks he can just make a few high school moves and
get me in bed.

She began unsnapping the front of her jeans. “Isn’t
this what you want, you little bastard,” she said. “Why
do you keep toying with me when you just want to fuck
me? Isn’t that what this is all about? Getting your
dick in me?”

Jeff smiled but didn’t respond. He reach down and
pulled her jeans and panties off Karin’s hips. She
lifted her bottom to assist him and as he dropped her
clothes on the floor, she pulled her t-shirt and bra
over her head, sliding her ass to the edge of the table
and draping her legs to either side of him.

“Come here, you jerk,” she hissed.

“Oooh, Karin, you’re a pistol,” he laughed. He watched
her reach down and began unbuckling his belt. As she
slipped off his jeans, the outline of his penis stood
out in the cotton boxers, poking up toward the
waistband. She pulled the elastic over his erection and
slid his underwear down. His cock was large and red,
the veins running purplish down the sides. Karin
grasped his penis with one hand and ran the other hand
over the smooth, hard mushroom head. Gently, she
caressed his organ.

“Jeezus,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re 18 years
old, you look like a million bucks and you’re hung like
a horse. Guys must really hate you.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never had a complaint from a woman.”

“And you won’t get one here either, smart ass,” she
said. “I don’t know whether to slap you or fuck you.
C’mere and lay down on the pool table.”

Jeff laid down on the pool table and Karin moved to
kneel between his legs. She leaned over and took Jeff’s
massive tool in her mouth, swirling her tongue around
the head and bobbing up and down on his cock. She
cradled his balls in her hand and ran her lips along
the underside of his penis, sliding the tip of her
tongue into his slit and engulfing him with her mouth
again.

When her mouth returned to the head again, she pulled
off and looked at him. He was propped up on his elbows
watching her, his tousled hair framing his beautiful
face. Again, there was that smile, that smart ass,
lady-killer, I’m-good-and-I-know-it smile. The fact
that Karin was so hot for him made her angry again.

“Listen, you big prick, you’d better not tell any of
your buddies out there about this,” she warned.

“Or what?”

Karin didn’t know or what. All she knew was that she
wanted to climb on top of this beautiful stud’s cock
and ride him for all he was worth. But she had a
nagging suspicion that Jeff wasn’t in the custom of
letting women tell him what to do. She didn’t answer
but went back to fellating him. After a few minutes,
she heard him say “off” and she looked up at him,
confused. What was he doing? Was he actually telling
her to stop blowing him?

“I want you to get off the pool table,” he said.
Slightly embarrassed, she complied, backing away and
sliding off the platform. Instinctively, she placed her
arms across her chest and covered herself. Jeff
skittered off the pool table quickly and walked towards
her. His cock was still fully erect and glistening with
her saliva, gently swaying from side to side as he
walked. When he got closer he moved behind her and
wrapped his arms around hers.

Karin could feel his penis between the cheeks of her
ass and she felt the heat of his crotch on her skin. He
pulled her arms from her chest and placed her palms on
the surface of the pool table, then placing his hand on
the back of her neck, he pushed her down until her face
met the smooth felt of the table. His face was close to
hers and again she could feel his hot breath. “Are you
ready for me?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh, do it,” she said. “Do whatever you want.”

“Bitch, I’m gonna fuck you ’till you beg for mercy,” he
said. “Get ready for the ride of your life.”

Karin could feel the head of his cock poised against
the lips of her pussy. Looking across the room, she
could see the reflection of the two of them in the
mirror behind the bar. She was splayed out across the
table, her arms laying out at right angles, her ass
pushed lewdly up in the air, a position of complete
submission ready to accept his cock and to take
whatever pleasure he was willing to give to her. Behind
her she could see her lover, a tall, muscular man-c***d
with thick arms and sharply defined pectorals and abs.

He was looking down at her with look of both ecstasy
and contempt. He was aroused but to him, she was just
another pussy, a girl to play with, a sex toy into
which he would shoot his seed. Karin was aroused, too
but her mind was a jumble of feelings, eroticism yes,
but amazement that she would find herself in this
position, spreading her legs preparing to be fucked by
a younger man she’d met only a few hours before.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch. Karin gasped as
his penis filled her vagina. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” she called
out as her body rippled with pleasure. She made
guttural, animal noises as he began to slide back and
forth inside her. He fucked her slowly and the pleasure
was almost unbearable. I thought young guys were
supposed to like the ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ she
thought. This guy was taking his time, controlling her,
giving her pleasure in long, languid bits. She wondered
where he’d ever learned to fuck this way? She wanted to
thank the woman who taught him.

Incrementally, Jeff began increasing the speed and
aggressiveness of their lovemaking. As he, pushed into
Karin faster and faster, she became more vocal and
eventually, he began fucking her with such force she
shook with each thrust.

“Oooohh, yesssss!” she shouted. “That’s it, that’s
good. Give it to me, baby. Fill me up with that
gorgeous cock.”

“You like that?” he said. “You don’t get this at home,
do you? Your husband don’t fuck you like this? Naah, he
don’t give you this kinda wood.”

“Unh, unh, unh…no, I’ve never been fucked like this
before,” Karin answered. “Ooooh, I’m gonna cum, you’re
gonna make me cum all over you… ahh, ahh,
ahhhhhhhhh!!!” At that, her body tensed and Jeff could
feel her pussy becoming slicker and slicker. Karin
looked in the mirror again and as she lifted herself
up, she could see the b***d had drained from her face
and it contorted in pleasure, her breasts fully
engorged with nipples poking out ripe and red.

“God,” he hissed. “I’m gonna cum inside you, I’m gonna
shoot my load!” Moments later she felt his motion stop
and her sopping pussy became even wetter as their
juices mixed together. Karin could feel the wetness of
their combined orgasms trickling down the insides of
her thighs. A short time later, she felt him pull out
of her and she sank to the surface of the pool table,
pulling herself up and lying on it like a bed. She
looked around to see Jeff pulling on his boxers and
jeans.

“You okay?” he said.

“Mmmmm,” she replied. “That felt really good.” Karin
brought her hands to her face and covered herself, part
embarrassment, part disbelief. “I’m not normally like
that,” she said. “I mean, I don’t go around fucking
strange guys. Not that you’re strange, that is. I mean,
I don’t usually throw myself at men like that, but I
don’t know, something just came over me.”

“Hey, don’t apologize,” he said. “I don’t know about
you but that was pretty fun.”

“Yeah, fun,” she said. “Jeezus.”

“Gotta get back to work,” he said, moving toward the
door. “See you tomorrow, maybe?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

Karin dressed herself and went upstairs to take a
shower. For the rest of the afternoon, she did little
else but lounge around her bedroom, staring into space
and contemplating what had occurred to her. What was
she thinking, she wondered? He’s 18, just a k*d. She
blushed at wondering what Jeff must have thought,
flashed back to how she’d slavishly made love to his
cock and compliantly bent over as he fucked her from
behind. He may be a k*d, she thought, but he was more
of a man than any of the lovers she’d had in her past
and to her shock, she realized that probably included
her husband.

Karin was setting the table in the dining room when Rob
arrived home from work, carrying the take out food that
would become the staple of their diet over the coming
weeks as the kitchen was being remodeled. He prattled
on about a contract he was drafting for a client while
Karin listened absent-mindedly, but he caught her
attention when he announced that the client was
requesting a face-to-face consultation on the contract
and he’d be flying out the next morning for a weeklong
business trip to the West Coast.

Rob apologized profusely but said it was unavoidable
and he was sorry to be leaving her in the middle of
such a mess with construction workers roaming the house
all day.

Karin told him not to worry, she’d get by all right.
That night she packed a suitcase for her husband and
couldn’t help occasionally smiling to herself.

Rob left for the airport bright and early the next
morning, before Karin even awoke. She heard the sounds
of the construction workers trucks pulling out and
looked out her window to see if Jeff’s truck was there.
It was. She thought it was a good sign that he’d
arrived for work on time this morning and as she looked
down, she could see Mr. Sanderson hammering a sign in
Karin’s front yard. It said “another fine job by
Sanderson Construction. Pleasing our customers is our
top priority.” She burst out laughing.

All morning Karin primped and combed like a schoolgirl
before a date. She spent nearly an hour on her make up
and fretted for almost as long over what she would wear
that day? Jeans again? Or something sexier? Would
showing too much skin be too obvious? What would she do
if Jeff had told the other workers about their
encounter? How would she be able to look them in the
eye? What if Jeff wasn’t interested in her anymore?
After all, how could she give in to him any more than
she had yesterday?

Karin settled on a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top.
She didn’t want to seem too obvious but she wanted to
let Jeff know she was available for him. At the last
moment, she decided not to wear a bra under the tank
top and a nervous chill ran over her. Her protruding
nipples were clearly visible under the cotton fabric
and she wasn’t sure how she’d react to Mr. Sanderson if
she saw him, but she decided she didn’t care. She’d
never had any problem attracting the attention of men
before and nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She got a cup of coffee and walked out to the area
where Jeff and Eric were loading debris.

“Good morning, boys,” she said, cheerily. “I just made
a pot of coffee if anybody here needs a cup?”

“No thanks, ma’am,” Eric said, smiling. “We had
breakfast before we got to the job site.” As he looked
at Karin, his eyes locked in on her chest and seconds
later, Jeff noticed her as well. They stopped dead in
their tracks and took a good long look at her. Karin
noticed that some of the other construction workers
were a few yards away and they too had paused to take
in the sights. A few elbowed each other knowingly.

“Well, if there’s anything you need, you just let me
know,” she said. “Water, ice, anything.” Karin turned
and walked back into the house, putting a bit more sway
in her hips than usual. She could feel the eyes staring
at her as she closed the door behind her. From behind
the door, she could hear the buzz of the workers and
they returned to their routine. One of them simply said
“damn” and Karin smiled.

Karin tried to occupy herself but the anticipation was
killing her. She sat quietly in the basement and
watched TV but the game shows and soap operas bored
her. Her mind always strayed back to Jeff and whether
he would return to tantalize her again. Around noon she
heard work boots clattering down the steps and turned
to see Jeff standing in the doorway again. Again, her
body reacted to the sight of him and she felt her pussy
getting wet.

“Hey there,” he said.

“Hey there yourself,” Karin replied.

“I can’t stay down here as long as yesterday,” he
started. “The boss got really pissed I was gone for so
long. He was asking a lot of questions ..”

“My husband’s gone out of town for the week,”
Jeff smiled and his cockiness returned. “I still don’t
have much time, but I guess we’ve got a lot more time
coming to us this week, don’t we?”

Karin laughed. “We sure do.”

He smiled and flopped down on the sofa. “Well then,” he
said. “Why don’t you get naked and then you can come
over here and give me a blow job.” He began unbuckling
the front of his jeans.

Karin had hoped for a little more eroticism, a little
more foreplay, but she reminded herself that he was
just a k*d and to a k*d, sex is about getting your
rocks off. She slowly undressed and stood before him
completely nude. Her shyness was past and she walked
over to him brazenly, making no attempt to cover
herself. She reached down and slid his shirt over his
head and then pulled his jeans and boxer shorts off his
hips and legs.

He was stroking his half-hard cock as she knelt down
and took him in her mouth. She placed her hands on
either side of his hips and her face began bobbing up
and down on his cock again. With his erection in her
mouth, she looked up to see him, head tossed back,
breathing heavily. She ran her hands over his hard
chest and stomach and continued making love to his
penis with her tongue.

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” he said. “I knew you’d be good
at giving head the first time I saw you. I just knew
it. You’ve got a mouth that was just made for sucking
cock. And you’re sooo good at it. You like this, don’t
you?”

“Mmmm,” Karin moaned, assenting.

Jeff smiled his lady-killer smile at her again. “This
ain’t your first blow job, is it baby?” he said. “Yeah,
you like that cum diet. That’s what keeps you in such
good shape. Problem is, your husband don’t know how
much you like sucking cock, does he?”

Karin wasn’t sure she like bringing her husband into
this, but she continued blowing him. After about 15
minutes, Jeff’s breathing quickened and his body went
rigid. His cock began spurting in Karin’s mouth as she
gulped down his semen. She was amazed as how much he
came, spurt after spurt of bitter, salty fluid oozing
into the back of her mouth and down her throat.

Gently, she milked his cock, squeezing the last drops
of his fluid into her mouth, inserting her tongue into
his slit, her cheeks hollowing as she softly sucked on
his glans. As she pulled away, his deflating penis
bobbed in her hand.

Without saying a word, he stood up and began pulling on
his clothes again.

“Wait,” Karin said. “Where are you going?”

“I told you I don’t have as much time as yesterday,” he
said.

“But what about me?” she said, her voice pleading.

Looking down at her, kneeling naked on the floor, his
hand caressed Karin’s cheek. “Tell you what,” he said.
“I’ll ask Eric if he can get a ride home with one of
the other guys tonight. When my shift ends I’ll come
back. Then I’ll give you want you really want.” He
smiled again. “Might even spend the night if you ask me
nice enough. Baby, by the time I’m through with you,
you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow.”

After he left, Karin sat alone on the basement floor,
stark naked, the taste of Jeff’s semen still warm and
bitter in her mouth. God, he’s full of himself, she
thought. But her body tingled with the anticipation of
what was to come, a full night with her new lover,
rolling around in the bed reserved for her husband,
being fucked by a young stud until she begged him to
stop, exhausted by orgasm after orgasm. She realized
that nothing else in the world mattered to her except
fucking this boy.

When Jeff walked in through the front door that night
after the other workers had left, he didn’t bother to
knock. Karin ran from her upstairs bedroom and greeted
him in the foyer, throwing her arms around his neck and
kissing him passionately. She bubbled like a teenaged
girl and as he plopped down on the living room sofa,
she ran to fetch him a beer. Later she fixed him supper
and watched raptly as he lazily chewed his food. She
waited on him, asked him if he wanted anything else
half a dozen times and quickly provided whatever he
requested.

Later that evening, she led him by the hand upstairs to
her bedroom where she had placed fresh sheets on the
bed and scented candles around the room. The undressed
and tumbled into the bed and their lovemaking was
intense and physical. In the back of her mind, Karin
may have entertained thoughts of a romantic evening,
but Jeff fucked her with a sense of entitlement.

Using his physical size he pushed and pulled her into
half a dozen different positions and pistoned her
mercilessly with his cock. He used crude language to
tell her what he wanted and she breathlessly complied,
but her complicity resulted in orgasm again and again,
three in all that night each more vocal than its
predecessor. All night she moaned in ecstasy and
pleaded with him to fuck her again, praising his
beauty, his body, his face but silently resenting the
sexuality of this boy who made her bed his personal
property.

The next morning he dressed and went to work and she
could hear the guffaws of the construction workers as
he emerged from the house. Karin knew that any pretext
of hiding her affair with Jeff was gone, at least among
the construction workers. Still, she didn’t care.

Each day of the week that followed evolved into
something of a routine. Around lunchtime, Jeff would
saunter into the air-conditioned house, sweaty from
exertion and the midday heat and she would perform oral
sex on him. She began to hunger for him each day, the
hardness of his cock in her mouth, the salty taste of
his semen.

When he would ejaculate in her mouth it only made her
hornier, she loved feeling the muscles of his ass
tighten as shot his load into her mouth. She loved the
smell of his crotch and the taste of his come, it was
intoxicating to her. She gave up any attempt to hide
her affair from the other workers. Several times she
got tired of waiting for him to come in the house for
his midday blowjob, walking brazenly out into the yard
in the sexiest outfit she could find to grab him around
the wrist and pull him away. She would drag him through
the gate to the pool area and behind the privacy fence
she would strip off his shirt and jeans, drop to her
knees and hungrily take his cock into her mouth.

Once she realized that she hadn’t fully locked the
fence gate and it had rolled open while she was blowing
him. Unknowingly, Karin had continued to service his
cock as the construction workers gathered to watch
through the gate. When he had cum in her mouth, she
stood up and turned around only to see a crowd of men.
Karin laughed sheepishly as they whooped and applauded.

The daily blowjobs brought out an exhibitionist streak
in Karin. She began wearing her string bikini around
the house and for a few days in a row, would follow her
midday sessions with Jeff by skinny dipping in the
backyard pool or sunbathing nude. Still, as the week
drew to a close she became more and more depressed at
the prospect of her husband’s return. She knew the long
nights of bringing her boy toy to the master bedroom
and letting him ravish her with his magnificent penis
were drawing to an end and she began thinking about
ways to continue her illicit affair.

In the weeks after Rob came home from the West Coast,
Karin returned to the routine of a housewife, cooking,
cleaning and performing other mundane chores. Sanderson
Construction finished the renovation of the Angelides
kitchen and left Karin’s life, but she held on to
Jeff’s phone number and occasionally she would invite
him over during the day, while he wasn’t working. They
fucked less often than when he was working for Karin,
but she still enjoyed being in bed with him and enjoyed
immensely his glorious body and that lovely cock.

Later that summer, Karin was working out at the gym
when she bumped into Mary Catherine Carpenter, a
neighbor who lived down the street. Mary Catherine and
her husband had bought a house in the neighborhood last
year and Karin had run across them several times. They
were young and affluent. Like Rob, her husband was a
doctor and Mary Catherine filled her time with
charitable galas and volunteer work.

Mary Catherine was a tall, lithe brunette with long,
dark hair parted in the middle and she had a constant
habit of sweeping it back stylishly with her hands.
Karin thought she could’ve been a model in her youth.
As they rode side by side on a stationary bike, Mary
Catherine told Karin that she’d convinced her husband
to let her spend some money on a home improvement
project and she’d decided to renovate their kitchen.

Hadn’t Karin had her kitchen re-done earlier this year?
Could she recommend a contractor? Her mind reeling with
wicked thoughts, Karin wrote down the number for
Sanderson Construction and gave it to Mary Catherine.
Three weeks later the familiar yard sign was in front
of the Carpenter house down the street.

Karin called her up the day the project started to ask
how things were going.

“Oh, they’ve gotten started,” she said. “They’ve
started demolition on the kitchen and its kind of noisy
around here.”

“Now, Mary Catherine,” Karin said. “Make sure you keep
a close eye on those construction workers. Make sure
they’re doing what you want and that they’re doing it
right.”

“I am, don’t worry,” she said. “Especially that
Sanderson guy’s grandson, have you gotten a look at
him? My gosh, he’s to die for! He started work here
this morning and when he took off his shirt, I thought
I was going to faint!”

“Oh yeah, I have seen him. He’s cute.”

“Cute?” Mary Catherine said. “Karin, its all I can do
to keep from having dirty thoughts while he walks
around here.”

“Well, there’s no law against dirty thoughts. Good luck
with your project.”

Two days later, curiosity got the best of Karin and she
walked down the street to the Carpenter house. When she
rang the doorbell, Mary Catherine answered but she was
dressed rather unusually. The 30-year old housewife was
wearing a micro miniskirt with a low cut blouse and
black “fuck me” pumps. She was surprised to see Karin
at the door.

“Oh, hi Karin,” she said, nervously. “Look, I’m kind of
busy right now. Can I call you later?” Mary Catherine
started backing away from the door and unexpectedly,
Karin followed her inside.

“No, honey,” Mary Catherine pleaded. “I can’t talk
right now. You have to leave, please.”

“I’ll just be here a second,” Karin said. “I just want
to see how they’re doing with…?” Her voice stopped as
she turned to see Jeff in the Carpenter living room. He
was sitting on the couch, completely naked, stroking
his half-hard cock. He had that lady-killer smile on
his face and he made no attempt to cover himself.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod,” Mary Catherine gasped. “This
is not what it looks like, Karin. I was just upstairs
and I came down and found him like this.”

“Dressed like that?” Karin said.

“Omigod, omigod,” Mary Catherine blushed a deep red.
“This is so bad. I am so busted.”

“Hi, Karin,” Jeff said.

“Hi, Jeff, ”

“You… you know him?” Mary Catherine asked
suspiciously.

Karin smiled and put her hand on Mary Catherine’s
shoulder. “I fucked him too, honey,” she said. “When I
recommended Sanderson to you, I half expected you’d
wind up in bed with him, I mean, look at him. Don’t you
just want to eat him alive? I mean, isn’t he just the
hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“He is that.”

“Problem is,” Karin continued. “He thinks he’s God’s
gift to women. My problem is I pretty much think he’s
right. I’ll admit when I knocked on your door here
today, I figured he would’ve gotten in your pants by
now. It didn’t take him that long to get in mine.”

“So, Karin,” Jeff said, that familiar grin on his face.
“You want to join us?”

A look of shock came over Mary Catherine’s face. “You
mean a m�nage-a-trois?”

“No, no,” Jeff said. “I was thinking we could all go to
bed together.”

Karin reached over and gently unbuttoned Mary
Catherine’s blouse. She slid it off her shoulders and
then slipped the mini skirt off Mary Catherine’s hips.
To Karin’s surprise, her demure little neighbor was
wearing thong panties. She leaned down to pull them off
and smelled the unmistakable mustiness of arousal from
Mary Catherine’s pussy.

Karin quickly pulled off her shorts and t-shirt and
slipped her middle finger into Mary Catherine, watching
closely as her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide.
She leaned over and kissed Mary Catherine full on the
lips, their tongues circling around each other as Mary
Catherine’s hands roamed freely over her neighbor’s
body.

“Damn,” Jeff said.

Have you ever been with another woman before?” Karin
asked.

“No,” Mary Catherine whispered.

“Have you ever had sex with two people at once?”

“No.”

“Have you ever had a woman’s tongue in your pussy and a
man’s cock in your mouth at the same time?”

“No,” Mary Catherine whispered again. “But I want that.
I really, really want that to happen. Will you do that,
Karin? Will you eat my pussy while I suck his cock?”

Karin motioned to Jeff to head upstairs to the bedroom.
“Oh, honey, you just wait,” she said to her trembling
neighbor. “You’re gonna love what we’re about to do to
you. We’re gonna make you cum so many times you’ll
think you’ve died and gone to heaven. You’ll be
addicted to that boy’s cock after it’s all over. I know
I am.”

Karin leaned over and kissed Mary Catherine lightly on
the lips, their tongues darting out ever so slightly to
touch. She took Mary Catherine by the hand and
together, the two gloriously naked women climbed the
stairs to the bedroom, both wet with anticipation of
the pleasures that lie ahead.