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Tom came back that evening with his quotation. Carla had mentioned to Jo about getting him to give them a quotation for the shed lighting but she never expected him to return with it so quickly. She left the two of them together to discuss it while she went to attend to the children. Tom gave her a smile as she left them. No doubt he was thinking about earlier. Carla was too. The picture in her mind of her laying back in the chair, legs splayed and Tom using her knickers to wipe his cum off her cunt was still fresh.
She returned to the kitchen a few minutes later. They were in the garden now and she could see Tom demonstrating the way he would lay the electric cable. They seemed to get on well together. She could see from Jo’s body language that he liked Tom and felt at ease with him. She wondered how different things would be if he knew what had taken place earlier.
They returned a few minutes later and Tom explained where he would a put an electrical junction box. Jo was happy with it but he still turned to Carla and asked her what she thought. She shrugged her shoulders, “What do I know about junction boxes? As long as it works I don’t care where it goes.”
Tom smiled. “It’s as good a place as any?” he told her with a glint his eye.
“I think the price is reasonable,” Jo told her handing her the quotation. “What about you?”
Carla shrugged her shoulders once again. “It’s up to you. You’re paying.”
“When can you start?” Jo asked him.
“Whenever suits you?”
Jo looked at Carla. “Whenever,” she shrugged, “I have nothing planned.”
“Tomorrow morning?” Tom asked.
Carla managed to contain her excitement as Jo said ‘okay’. Tomorrow she would get fucked by him; she knew that. She would tell him. She would be ready for him when he came. A coffee followed by a kiss and then she would take his hand and take him upstairs. She was already picturing herself falling to her knees in front of him and unzipping his jeans. Looking up, she would smile at him as she extracted his huge erection and took it to her lips. She would kiss it; lick it and suck it, bringing it to its full hardness for her.
She imagined that he could be rough in bed. Jo was pretty much a gentle lover but she remembered a past boyfriend who could be rough. He liked to doggy her; pulling her hair and slapping her thighs in the process. She reckoned Tom could be like that and it was something she wanted; something she needed.
“What time tomorrow?” she asked him.
“Mid morning okay?” he asked her. “I have to get some supplies from the builders merchants.”
She smiled. “Eleven-ish would be ideal,” she told him. “I have to do a bit of shopping in town.”
Tom nodded. She glanced down at his groin and he caught her gaze. Carla looked away as he started to harden. A new lingerie shop had just opened up in town; Claire’s Intimates, to be exact. A flyer with a discount voucher had been put through her letter box a few weeks before. She intended taking advantage of it. She was sure that Tom would be a stockings and suspenders man.
After Tom had left Jo commented that he thought Tom was one to watch out for. “I think he’s got his eye on you,” he told her.
Carla looked shocked. “You sure?” she asked without looking him in the eye. “He seems quite harmless to me.”
Jo reached for her and kissed her. It was her first act of intimacy from him in a while. “Believe me,” he told her. “I was watching him looking at you when you left the room; couldn’t take his eyes off your bum.”
Carla retuned the kiss and reached down for his groin. It was nice to be wanted and even nicer that it had stirred Jo into some sort of action. “Maybe he will keep you on your toes then?” she laughed.
He gave a nervous laugh. “You know what they say about Handymen?”
She shook her head. “No, what do they say?”
“They like to give discounts for favours received.”
Carla laughed. “Hmmm, perhaps I can get the bill down a bit for you then!”
Jo opened his mouth to speak but one of the children came in; the moment was gone, lost. It returned later in bed. Jo cuddled her as she lay with her back to him. He had an erection. It had been a few weeks now since they last had sex. She thought about it as she turned over and reached for him but changed her mind; she wanted to save herself for Tom.
“Got you all excited then, has it; another man wanting me?”
“Not in that way. Well... not getting a kick out of it,” he told her. “I... I looked at your bum too and thought... hmmm, it is nice.”
She kissed him as she began to stroke him. The texture of his skin was different; maybe it was because of the colour. It also wasn’t as big or thick as Tom’s. She wondered for a moment what he would think about her holding another man’s cock; not just holding it but masturbating him. She squeezed him tightly and began to stroke harder and faster.
“Maybe I could do this for him and get you a nice big discount?” she said softly.
He shook his head and moaned a ‘no’.
“They say black guys have big ones.”
Jo groaned again.
“They say they fuck harder and can do it over and over again.”
He groaned even louder this time as she increased her speed.
“They say they can fuck all night.”
Jo cried out one last time. Carla felt his cum spill over her hand as he lay there moaning softly to himself. It had been a long time since she had done this to him. She kissed him and then got up to get some tissue.
“I... I didn’t mean anything by all that,” he told her as she cleaned him.
“By what?”
“By getting all excited with what you said.”
Carla kissed him. She did though. She intended finding out if Tom could fuck her over and over again. A whole night with him might have been out of the question but not the best part of a day.
Next morning she went out early into the shopping arcade. She had heard good things about the new lingerie shop. The prices were lower than the ones in the large, well known department store in town. It was said that the ex-manageress had left to set up her own business, taking some of the staff with her. She went into the shop and she recognised the former department store manager; she had been very helpful to her on the last occasion she had shopped there.
“Can I help you?”
Carla looked at her. “I... I am looking for something... “
“Special?”
She smiled and nodded.
The woman led her to the upstairs section. It was called ‘Intimate Moments’ and housed a range of sexy and more risqué lingerie. “Anniversary? Birthday? Or something more...?”
Carla smiled. “Something more... “
The woman smiled just as a very attractive black male joined them. “Did that stock come in, Claire?” he asked her.
Claire smiled and nodded.
“See you in a minute,” he told her.
Carla noticed the look between them. ‘Oh my god,’ she thought. ‘They are... ‘
“We have a new range in for those special... moments.” Claire told her, glancing at her wedding ring.
Carla looked up at the rows of thongs and peephole bra’s. Lingerie that barely covered intimate bits but never the less would be very effective.
“Maybe you would prefer something more subtle yet eye catching?”
Carla smiled and followed Claire to another section.
“What does the man in your life prefer?”
“I’m not sure,” Carla replied hurriedly.
She blushed realising that she had said the wrong thing. “I... I...”
“It’s okay,” Claire told her. “We are very discrete here.”
Carla smiled.
“I take it that you... are still getting to know him?”
Carla nodded.
Claire led her to some rails containing basques. “From experience,” Claire told her, “most men go for this look. They like the.... well, you know, sexy outfits look; something that their own wives would not wear.”
“He’s not married,” Carla spouted without thinking.
Claire smiled.
“Too much information,” Carla responded quietly.
“It’s okay. We’re all girls together.”
Carla felt immediately at ease with her. She glanced down at Claire’s wedding ring as she picked up some outfits. “Are you... do you?”
Claire looked at her.
Carla shook her head. “Sorry... didn’t mean to...”
“It’s okay, as I say, we’re all girls together,” she responded. “Hubby and I... well let’s say we have an understanding.”
Carla sighed. “Wish I had one with mine.”
“Well... there are ways. You... you just have to train then.”
“Train them?”
“Turn them into cuckolds.”
“Cuckolds?”
“It’s a term for a husband whose wife is sleeping with another man,” Claire explained. “Only... they not only know about it but sanction it.”
“How on earth do you manage that?”
Claire smiled. “Maybe you and I should have lunch sometime?”
Carla smiled. “I would love that.”
“Maybe next Tuesday?”
Carla nodded. “That would be ideal.”
“Good,” Claire replied, “Now about your outfit?”
Carla smiled and then spent the ten minutes choosing something with Claire’s help.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“You probably know too much about me already,” Claire told her. “But fire away.”
“I... I couldn’t help noticing you and that black guy... are you?”
Claire smiled. “Why do you want to know?”
“The guy... the guy I am going to be seeing is also black. I was just wondering what they....”
“Are like in bed?”
Carla smiled as she nodded.
“Well, there’s a saying,” Claire told her. “Once you go black you never go back.”
“And?”
Claire smiled. “Well.... you tell me... afterwards.”
Ten minutes later Carla was heading out of the door and heading back home with a spring in her step and a very damp crotch.
She returned to the kitchen a few minutes later. They were in the garden now and she could see Tom demonstrating the way he would lay the electric cable. They seemed to get on well together. She could see from Jo’s body language that he liked Tom and felt at ease with him. She wondered how different things would be if he knew what had taken place earlier.
They returned a few minutes later and Tom explained where he would a put an electrical junction box. Jo was happy with it but he still turned to Carla and asked her what she thought. She shrugged her shoulders, “What do I know about junction boxes? As long as it works I don’t care where it goes.”
Tom smiled. “It’s as good a place as any?” he told her with a glint his eye.
“I think the price is reasonable,” Jo told her handing her the quotation. “What about you?”
Carla shrugged her shoulders once again. “It’s up to you. You’re paying.”
“When can you start?” Jo asked him.
“Whenever suits you?”
Jo looked at Carla. “Whenever,” she shrugged, “I have nothing planned.”
“Tomorrow morning?” Tom asked.
Carla managed to contain her excitement as Jo said ‘okay’. Tomorrow she would get fucked by him; she knew that. She would tell him. She would be ready for him when he came. A coffee followed by a kiss and then she would take his hand and take him upstairs. She was already picturing herself falling to her knees in front of him and unzipping his jeans. Looking up, she would smile at him as she extracted his huge erection and took it to her lips. She would kiss it; lick it and suck it, bringing it to its full hardness for her.
She imagined that he could be rough in bed. Jo was pretty much a gentle lover but she remembered a past boyfriend who could be rough. He liked to doggy her; pulling her hair and slapping her thighs in the process. She reckoned Tom could be like that and it was something she wanted; something she needed.
“What time tomorrow?” she asked him.
“Mid morning okay?” he asked her. “I have to get some supplies from the builders merchants.”
She smiled. “Eleven-ish would be ideal,” she told him. “I have to do a bit of shopping in town.”
Tom nodded. She glanced down at his groin and he caught her gaze. Carla looked away as he started to harden. A new lingerie shop had just opened up in town; Claire’s Intimates, to be exact. A flyer with a discount voucher had been put through her letter box a few weeks before. She intended taking advantage of it. She was sure that Tom would be a stockings and suspenders man.
After Tom had left Jo commented that he thought Tom was one to watch out for. “I think he’s got his eye on you,” he told her.
Carla looked shocked. “You sure?” she asked without looking him in the eye. “He seems quite harmless to me.”
Jo reached for her and kissed her. It was her first act of intimacy from him in a while. “Believe me,” he told her. “I was watching him looking at you when you left the room; couldn’t take his eyes off your bum.”
Carla retuned the kiss and reached down for his groin. It was nice to be wanted and even nicer that it had stirred Jo into some sort of action. “Maybe he will keep you on your toes then?” she laughed.
He gave a nervous laugh. “You know what they say about Handymen?”
She shook her head. “No, what do they say?”
“They like to give discounts for favours received.”
Carla laughed. “Hmmm, perhaps I can get the bill down a bit for you then!”
Jo opened his mouth to speak but one of the children came in; the moment was gone, lost. It returned later in bed. Jo cuddled her as she lay with her back to him. He had an erection. It had been a few weeks now since they last had sex. She thought about it as she turned over and reached for him but changed her mind; she wanted to save herself for Tom.
“Got you all excited then, has it; another man wanting me?”
“Not in that way. Well... not getting a kick out of it,” he told her. “I... I looked at your bum too and thought... hmmm, it is nice.”
She kissed him as she began to stroke him. The texture of his skin was different; maybe it was because of the colour. It also wasn’t as big or thick as Tom’s. She wondered for a moment what he would think about her holding another man’s cock; not just holding it but masturbating him. She squeezed him tightly and began to stroke harder and faster.
“Maybe I could do this for him and get you a nice big discount?” she said softly.
He shook his head and moaned a ‘no’.
“They say black guys have big ones.”
Jo groaned again.
“They say they fuck harder and can do it over and over again.”
He groaned even louder this time as she increased her speed.
“They say they can fuck all night.”
Jo cried out one last time. Carla felt his cum spill over her hand as he lay there moaning softly to himself. It had been a long time since she had done this to him. She kissed him and then got up to get some tissue.
“I... I didn’t mean anything by all that,” he told her as she cleaned him.
“By what?”
“By getting all excited with what you said.”
Carla kissed him. She did though. She intended finding out if Tom could fuck her over and over again. A whole night with him might have been out of the question but not the best part of a day.
Next morning she went out early into the shopping arcade. She had heard good things about the new lingerie shop. The prices were lower than the ones in the large, well known department store in town. It was said that the ex-manageress had left to set up her own business, taking some of the staff with her. She went into the shop and she recognised the former department store manager; she had been very helpful to her on the last occasion she had shopped there.
“Can I help you?”
Carla looked at her. “I... I am looking for something... “
“Special?”
She smiled and nodded.
The woman led her to the upstairs section. It was called ‘Intimate Moments’ and housed a range of sexy and more risqué lingerie. “Anniversary? Birthday? Or something more...?”
Carla smiled. “Something more... “
The woman smiled just as a very attractive black male joined them. “Did that stock come in, Claire?” he asked her.
Claire smiled and nodded.
“See you in a minute,” he told her.
Carla noticed the look between them. ‘Oh my god,’ she thought. ‘They are... ‘
“We have a new range in for those special... moments.” Claire told her, glancing at her wedding ring.
Carla looked up at the rows of thongs and peephole bra’s. Lingerie that barely covered intimate bits but never the less would be very effective.
“Maybe you would prefer something more subtle yet eye catching?”
Carla smiled and followed Claire to another section.
“What does the man in your life prefer?”
“I’m not sure,” Carla replied hurriedly.
She blushed realising that she had said the wrong thing. “I... I...”
“It’s okay,” Claire told her. “We are very discrete here.”
Carla smiled.
“I take it that you... are still getting to know him?”
Carla nodded.
Claire led her to some rails containing basques. “From experience,” Claire told her, “most men go for this look. They like the.... well, you know, sexy outfits look; something that their own wives would not wear.”
“He’s not married,” Carla spouted without thinking.
Claire smiled.
“Too much information,” Carla responded quietly.
“It’s okay. We’re all girls together.”
Carla felt immediately at ease with her. She glanced down at Claire’s wedding ring as she picked up some outfits. “Are you... do you?”
Claire looked at her.
Carla shook her head. “Sorry... didn’t mean to...”
“It’s okay, as I say, we’re all girls together,” she responded. “Hubby and I... well let’s say we have an understanding.”
Carla sighed. “Wish I had one with mine.”
“Well... there are ways. You... you just have to train then.”
“Train them?”
“Turn them into cuckolds.”
“Cuckolds?”
“It’s a term for a husband whose wife is sleeping with another man,” Claire explained. “Only... they not only know about it but sanction it.”
“How on earth do you manage that?”
Claire smiled. “Maybe you and I should have lunch sometime?”
Carla smiled. “I would love that.”
“Maybe next Tuesday?”
Carla nodded. “That would be ideal.”
“Good,” Claire replied, “Now about your outfit?”
Carla smiled and then spent the ten minutes choosing something with Claire’s help.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“You probably know too much about me already,” Claire told her. “But fire away.”
“I... I couldn’t help noticing you and that black guy... are you?”
Claire smiled. “Why do you want to know?”
“The guy... the guy I am going to be seeing is also black. I was just wondering what they....”
“Are like in bed?”
Carla smiled as she nodded.
“Well, there’s a saying,” Claire told her. “Once you go black you never go back.”
“And?”
Claire smiled. “Well.... you tell me... afterwards.”
Ten minutes later Carla was heading out of the door and heading back home with a spring in her step and a very damp crotch.
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