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Perhaps I should explain something. I have never been a “bored housewife” but I have always been perpetually horny! There is a simple reason for that and it’s mainly physical rather than anything to do with my fantasies or sexual thoughts. The physical reason is that I have a very chubby pussy with a rude pouting clitoris that swells to the size of the end of my little linger. That naughty clitoris is always there, rudely protruding so that it rubs on my panties when I walk. I am ALWAYS sopping wet because of it and if I wear tight jeans or any outer clothing with a seam that rubs me I am unbearably turned on, even doing the mundane such as grocery shopping!

I did lots of gymnastics from when I was very young and competed right through to my late teens. As I grew through puberty, I was blessed with very pert and firm shapely breasts plus noticeable and prominent vulva to the extent that my “camel toe” grew very evident in my leotard compared to other girls. My coach when I was a k** (and beyond) was Sally, who was a gymnast too and she remains my best and closest friend. At this time, I had got to aged thirty and we were both still very shapely and fit but completely different physically. I am five feet two and petite whereas she is four inches taller with larger breasts than mine and wider hips. I am mousy blonde and Sally is a brunette and slightly thicker set than me. She is four years my senior and I have always looked up to her, aspiring to her grace and femininity plus her expertise with the opposite sex and awareness of her own sexuality. She has always been my confidante, adviser, sex consultant and inspiration. As I grew through puberty, she pointed out what she termed my “lucky blessings” and heightened my body awareness, teaching me little female tricks to get attention from the opposite sex such as pointing and flexing toes, flicking and stroking our shoulder length hair and also, as she put it, “good girls bend at the knees, bad girls bend at the waist.” Being equipped with a very shapely and firm bottom and tiny waist, I used the latter pearl of wisdom to attract attention when I really needed to close the deal! I had even styled my two inch long, one inch wide “landing strip” after hers! Sally felt that shaving my pussy bare when I passed through puberty would somewhat lessen the prominence of my womanhood in a leotard and besides, I actually loved the clean and smooth feel.
In terms of sexual experience, I was and remain quite naïve compared to Sally. She was always regaling me of her tales, sexual conquests and experiences. It was thanks to her coaching that I became an expert cock sucker too which I simply love doing! She had already married and divorced twice by the time I got married at age twenty. At this time, she was a single parent with a five six year old son and he was in his early teens when my k**s were school age. I had limited sexual experience and had only had three boyfriends before I met my husband and married at age twenty one. I got lucky. My husband was good looking, renowned as a thoroughly nice guy, has a very successful executive career and we enjoyed the trappings of success that this brings including a lovely large home with a pool in an exclusive suburban enclave.

Sex has always been pleasant albeit somewhat conventional and has become more a weekly ritual on our “date night” than spontaneous and frequent. I didn’t really know any better, aside from Sally’s tales and I was blissfully happy as a housewife and young mother. I best confess, though, that I was a frequent and dedicated masturbator. That rude protruding clitoris would get the better of me even during my daily routine of housework and shopping! I never really shared just how horny I was with my husband as he was generally in career mode most of the time and completely disinterested. Sex as a married woman was rather conventional; I simply love giving blowjobs so he would get off at least four times weekly but aside from our early years, wouldn’t reciprocate. He never even questioned my shaving and grooming habits, nor noticed when I was braless (and occasionally went without panties to give my throbbing womanhood a break!). My husband met Sally when we started dating and she was aware from what I always had shared with her just how reserved and unadventurous he was, so she would take the opportunity to flirt and tease him, much it has to be said, to no avail. Indeed, we had a babysitter most Saturdays for our “date nights.” Trisha was the nineteen year old daughter of a neighbour Mrs. Walker and a bit of a handful. She worked in a local beauty salon, was blonde, busty, tanned and tarty in that order! She was a very pretty girl and she flaunted it in front of any male within eyesight. I would watch her working my husband with some of the tricks Sally had mastered including the bare feet, pointy toes, toe wiggling and even offering a frequent up-skirt or down blouse view to my husband whenever the opportunity arose. As a woman, I could see what she was up to and quietly but diligently observed her in action. I also watched my husband closely too and was content to note that Trisha had as little effect on him as Sally and I did! It simply went straight past him.

Anyway, I digress. I’m here to tell you about what happened with Joe. He is our local “hire a hubby” who comes each day during the week to clean our pool and do odd jobs. He does the same for several of the households in our enclave. Joe was around fifty when my husband got him to start coming over at ten in the morning to do the pool. He would be over for an hour unless there was something else needing fixing. I figured out his age during the frequent chats we had once I’d got to know him and he told me he had a daughter in her mid-twenties. He confided that he got married at her age and had since divorced.

Joe absolutely fascinated me. He was of Greek heritage with black short curly hair. He had grey temples and some grey creeping in amongst the mat of tight black curly chest hair. He would turn up in running shoes and a pair of lose fitting sports shorts and a tee shirt or vest. He was a magnificent specimen of manhood and stood a foot taller than me with enormous arms, shoulders, chest and hands. He was muscular yet not “cut” and told me that he used to be a body builder in his younger days. His muscular thighs and calves, his tanned skin and overall size and stature represented as one word to me. He was an Adonis. He reminded me very much of James Caan with his rugged good looks and broad smile displaying a fine set of white, perfect teeth.
When he first started working for us, I would catch a glimpse of him from the kitchen or an upstairs window as I went about my daily chores. My routine was to get everyone fed with breakfast, do the school run, then housework followed by a shower and afternoon TV or a nap. I stopped to watch Joe on one particularly hot day. He had stripped off his top and was wading around in the pool brushing and vacuuming the bottom and I was watching from an upstairs bedroom window. I found myself staring at his flat tummy and outline of a six pack, his huge arms and his bare muscular chest that had a covering of short, tight hair that ran down over his tummy and a single line of black hair ran down from his belly button into his shorts. Almost u*********sly, I was stroking my right nipple through my tee shirt and jolts of pleasure were darting to my clitoris. I pulled down my track bottoms and slipped my hand into my panties and started vigorously diddling myself with my middle finger as I stood legs apart staring at Joe. I didn’t last long. I had an intense orgasm and came with a jolt that left me on my knees in a heap leaning with my forehead against the wall beneath the window.

From that moment on, I was on a mission! I would do the school run and rush around getting beds made and chores done, then take my shower in time for Joe to arrive. I’d make a point of going to chat with him whilst I would employ a few subtle girlie tricks, braless in a white tee shirt and shorts, with painted pointy toes and hair in a ponytail to gain his attention as I would fiddle with flowers and pull the occasional weed (or flower if I couldn’t spot a weed!). I used any ploy to get me close up and within good viewing distance. Invariably, I would end up dashing inside to masturbate as I watched through the window or spread-eagled on one of the beds upstairs where I could frig myself like crazy and picture him in my mind’s eye.
It was like being a teenager all over again. I looked forward to my daily dose of seeing Joe, chatting to him, flirting with him, then relieving myself with the musky masculine smell of him in my nostrils and the vision of his huge hands, arms and chest fully etched in my mind. I would stand as close to him as I could get without being too obvious and marvel at his size and height in contrast to me. Joe had me acting like a bitch on heat. For his part, he was always the perfect gentleman. He didn’t betray any evidence that he had even noticed my displays. He was always polite and modest and he even mentioned to me one day that Mrs. Walker’s daughter, Trisha, was a bit of a worry. She had been using her usual womanly wiles around Joe and had even laid there sunbathing topless when Joe turned up to clean their pool. “She’s just a k**” Joe remarked. “I don’t know why she thinks she would interest a man like me when she is years younger than my own daughter!”
Each night, I would retire to bed and suck my husband’s cock, all the time thinking about Joe and imagining it was him in my hands and mouth. Hubby didn’t complain at all, he just laid back and enjoyed it then rolled over and slept! He was very busy with work and always too tired to do anything once we were alone and in bed. Besides, Saturday nights were the nights I would have my fill, which consisted mainly of me sucking him, then missionary position, nipple suckling, kissing and cuddling. Very much lovemaking rather than a good fucking!

Then a couple of things conspired to change the status quo and my behaviour.

As we came into summer, it was another hot day and Joe turned up as usual for pool cleaning. This time he had a pair of white swim shorts and a white vest with a logo plus his normal running shoes. He did his usual shoeless and topless wade in the water trick to clean the bottom and I was crouched poolside pretending to weed as he emerged via the ladder next to me. I watched and admired his body as he emerged, dripping wet. Then as his bottom half came into view I noticed that his shorts had become almost completely transparent! The fabric of his shorts clung to his groin and I could clearly see his penis through the mesh inner liner of his shorts and it was huge! It was easily as long as my husband’s was when it was fully engorged and it was much thicker. I could clearly see the enormous purple head, which was hanging lazily against his thigh along with the thick shaft of his penis plus a pair of substantial testicles bulging against the wet fabric and the tight curly black hair of his pubis. I’m not sure if my jaw dropped or I just gawped, but Joe simply adjusted his shorts, letting in the air by pulling the waistband outwards, smiled at me and walked away. My clitoris was throbbing against the seam of my shorts, my nipples stuck out like coat pegs and my pussy was humming! With rude haste, whilst trying to look as if I was casually wandering inside, I went to the kitchen then raced upstairs and was on my back on the bed within thirty seconds, frantically rubbing my clitoris hard with one hand whilst I had two fingers of the other hand pumping in and out of my sopping pussy until I came in jolts, writhing about and loudly moaning in time with each delicious spasm of orgasm. I just had to have this man! I decided as I lay panting and recovering that I was going to intensify my campaign to get Joe to notice me and maybe make a move.

Within an hour, the phone rang. It was my husband. He had been given a promotion to a head office posting and we were to be moving towns in six weeks! We needed to quickly get some things fixed up around the house to sell it. The window frames needed some painting, the fence needed repairs and an old tree stump needed digging out in the flower bed next to the pool. He would contact Joe and get him to get the place fixed up for us! My heart raced. All kinds of thoughts rushed through my mind and I was back on the bed masturbating twice more during that same afternoon before I felt sated. Only this time, I had taken a Cucumber with me and was using it to penetrate my sopping wet and throbbing pussy to simulate what I imagined Joe would feel like. This would be my new masturbating regime from now on!

The next morning and Joe turned up as usual at ten sharp. This time I hadn’t bothered to dress after my shower but had slipped on some panties and white toweling bath robe. I was going to let Joe have a good look at my pert, shapely breasts and hope that he was a tit man! I flounced out of the kitchen into the back garden as soon as he came through the side gate and greeted him. He gave his usual smile and friendly greeting then started to look up at the house and around the garden.
“Just spoke to your husband a while ago. So you need a bit of painting done and that stump taken out huh?” He observed out loud. “And I can see the bit of fence your husband was telling me about too.” Meanwhile, I was standing as close as would appear comfortable and allowing the front of my gown to gape as much as I could get away with whilst trying to make it look natural. I noticed Joe give a couple of glances at my exposed breasts as I theatrically gesticulated and pointed at windows and bent forward slightly to seemingly examine the stump and fence.

“I’ll do the pool first then take the hardest job first” Joe stated.
“The painting will need a mobile scaffold so I will get one on hire.”
He then turned on his heels and went off to clean the pool, leaving me glancing down the front of my robe to assess how much Joe had got to see. I was always very proud of my breasts and, especially, my large juicy nipples. I loved having them sucked and I could get them to stand up and be counted with just mind control. I adjudged the robe ploy as a success. Joe would have copped a really pleasant eyeful. Now for stage two!

I wandered indoors and upstairs, donned an electric blue bikini. I peeped out of the window to check Joe was working on the pool, grabbed a book, sunglasses and a towel and dashed downstairs, through the kitchen and into the pool area. With my towel wrapped round my waist I swayed as I walked to a poolside sun bed and whipped the towel off and ceremoniously laid it on the bed, bending at the waist so as to give Joe the maximum effect of my tight round butt in bikini bottoms, arching my back for the sake of maximum impact. As I settled, I looked at Joe, who was casually vacuuming the pool whilst facing me across it. I contented myself that he had got a decent eyeful and reclined, legs slightly apart and pretended to start reading my book. All the while, I was looking through my dark sunglasses over the top of my book at Joe. I’d fidget around, pointing my painted toes, lazily spreading and wiggling them, opening my legs to show off the pronounced mound of my pussy and camel-toe. To my absolute delight, Joe would keep glancing up from the pool and look at me. I pretended to be engrossed in my book and first had to check it was the right way up!
Once he had finished the pool, Joe wandered off and I could hear him taking tools from his van. He returned with a shovel and a pick-axe and wandered over to the tree stump in the flower bed on the opposite side of the pool to which I was laying reclined on the sun bed.

Joe started digging around the tree stump. It wasn’t that big, just the remains of a small tree that we had got cut down because the leaves would clog the pool filter. The trunk was about six inches across and the stump about two feet tall. It was not an easy task, for sure, and the weather was blazing hot. To my delight, Joe was sweating profusely as he dug and he removed his tee shirt. I u*********sly licked my lips and watched from over my book and was already horny from the view. By squeezing my legs together and clenching my pussy I was getting delicious feelings in the pit of my tummy and my clitoris was wide awake and throbbing. Joe spent a good hour digging around the stump then thumping at the root system with the pick-axe. He was glistening with sweat, covered in dust that had turned into muddy streaks across his back and chest, plus down his bare legs. Each time he was at the back of the stump facing me, I employed the toes and open legs policy, plus adjusting my bikini top as if to get maximum sun coverage on my breasts. I made sure he was watching and smiled inwardly that Joe would look up every thirty seconds or so.

Joe straightened and wiped his sweaty brow with his wrist. I looked up from my book (I was watching anyway but pretended not to) and called across to Joe.
“Hot work there Joe?”
“Yeah, no k**ding!” Joe replied.
I got an idea. I jumped up from my sun bed and went into the kitchen. I grabbed a jug and mixed some lemon cordial, threw in some ice and put it on a tray with a couple of glasses. I sauntered out to Joe, giving maximum glide and sway in my bikini as he stopped and looked at me approaching.
“Here you go Joe. Have a cool drink. You’ve earned it” I offered.
“Wow! Thanks! Really nice thought!” He said gratefully and I handed him a glass. His eyes scanned me from toes to tits as I poured him a glass of drink and filled the other glass still standing on the tray. My nipples hardened in the knowledge that he was scoping my breasts and I could smell the wonderful manly aroma from his sweat and heat. I turned away from Joe and bending at the waist, placed the half empty jug on a low table nearby. I fiddled about getting the jug to one side of the table, taking the glass off the tray, placing the glass on the table and tray on its edge leaning on the side of the table. All the while, I wiggled my ass, opened my legs a little and tried to give Joe a really good look at what was on offer. Straightening, I took my glass and stood alongside this brute of a man as we sipped our drinks.

“Look at the state of you Joe” I remarked. “You’re covered in dirt and muck!” I took the opportunity to run a finger down his chest hair and showed him the mud on my finger. My clitoris throbbed.
“Yeah” Joe agreed. “The soil is a bit dry and dusty but I reckon I’m nearly there.” He leaned and grasped the stump with one hand and wiggled it back and forth.
I took the opportunity to have a good look at his muscular butt and tried to view the bulge in the front of his baggy, navy blue sports shorts. As we stood, rivulets of sweat were running down the valley between his chest muscles and his black chest hair was matted and glistening in the sun. I almost wanted to just throw myself on him and bury my face in his chest. To taste him, feel his bulk, to feel his arms round me. Joe placed his now empty glass on the table with the jug and had taken up the pick-axe to continue breaking the roots. I then got another great idea.
I took my drink inside and finished it as I watched Joe through the window. Slipping my right hand into the front of my bikini bottoms, I gently diddled my clitoris with my middle finger. She was fully awake and engorged and I felt electric pulses shoot to my nipples and stomach as I relieved myself. I opened the fridge, grabbed a cucumber and ran it under the hot tap.
Joe had got the stump loose and was pushing and pulling it to and fro as I reached my orgasm impaled on the cucumber watching him through the window. Steadying myself with one hand on the kitchen top to prevent my knees buckling, I watched as he pried the stump from the ground with the pick-axe, bodily lifted it above his head and hurled it over the fence to the drive, where his van was parked. Now was the time to put my great idea into action.

Discarding the now ruined and soggy remains of the cucumber, I went outside, grabbed the end of the hose and turned on the tap. The hose had an adjustable nozzle that was closed and was stowed on a reel on the wall below the kitchen window. I walked it out and pulled the hose from the reel and advanced on Joe.
“Nice job Joe!” I exclaimed enthusiastically. I wondered whether I was looking rather flushed.
Joe turned to me and smiled proudly, whilst the sweat poured from him causing him to wipe his eyes.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and cooled down” I offered. Joe just looked at me up and down as I stood in my bikini, hose in hand and with a still subsiding orgasm buzzing between my legs. He definitely looked at the mound of my pussy and the obviously swollen clitoris that rudely pouted against the confines of my silky bikini briefs. Before he could say or do anything, I turned the hose nozzle using two hands and opened it to allow a slow stream of water to pass, then placed it on his chest.
“Stand still” I scolded and proceeded to run water over Joe’s shoulders, head, chest and arms, all the while taking the opportunity to stroke my hand all over his beautiful, muscled body, running my fingers through his chest hair as an excuse to cleanse it of the dust and muck that had clung to it.

Joe raised his massive arms and ruffled his hair to wash it clean as I placed the nozzle on the top of his head. I had never been this close. I was able to touch him and stroke him and made sure to get my body almost against his, to the extent that my rock hard nipple brushed against him. The water splashed onto me and my bikini top was wet, my nipples sticking rudely and proudly out through the material. I continued to brush the water down over his shoulders, arms and chest and ran my flattened hand down his stomach, feeling the contours of his six pack. I leaned into him so my head touched his chest and reached round his back to stroke the water down towards his butt. Joe gave appreciative gasps of relief from the cool water (and my attentions, I figured!) as he stood with raised arms and let me wash him down. His shorts were now dripping wet but not clinging to him as I observed his groin area. Now bending both of my knees to crouch in front of him, my face was not three inches from his cosseted penis and I could hardly contain myself and resist burying my face into the front of his shorts. I took the hose nozzle and placed it at the top of each of his exposed thighs, stroking the water down each leg from top to bottom. All the while, I glanced at his groin to see signs of swelling, my hand being on the top of his thigh and, I figured, within an inch of the end of his magnificent penis.
I looked up from my prone position at Joe, my face right there in front of his groin. Surely now would be the moment I had fantasised about and wanted so much over the last weeks? Joe looked down at me with a slight smile. But no other movement.
“There!” I exclaimed and rose to straighten and stand looking directly up into his eyes. I cocked my head slightly and gently smiled. Now was his chance to kiss me the first time, to make me melt in his arms, to gather me up and to take me.
“Thanks” Joe said quietly. “You’re a really thoughtful woman” he added.
Surely he could see that I was there to be taken? I was his to take. He could just lean down and kiss me. He could wrap his huge arms around me and gather me up to him, to carry me inside and take me.

Joe reached a massive hand toward my face and with his index finger, pushed a loose lock of my hair back behind my ear.

“Time for a break and something to eat” Joe stated flatly. At which he turned on his heels and went to his van, returning with a bag full of fruit and packet of dried Apricots, which he laid out on the table next to the half full jug. He proceeded to pull a sun lounger over next to the table and taking off his running shoes, donned a pair of sunglasses and reclined in his shorts in the sun. I had stood frozen and deflated as he had walked away and on his return, took up my own position on the other side of the pool on the sun lounger and returned to my book.
I must admit that as I lay there I was sulking. I was confused and frustrated. I’d tried everything I could to get Joe to make a move on me and he seemed completely immune to my charms. The following day he arrived with a mobile scaffold and some tools to fix the fence. I tried to turn the screw as he cleaned the pool then was working on mending the fence. I took up my position on the sun lounger with my book but this time I went topless. Joe would glance my way and I would let my legs fall open, point my toes, brush imaginary insects off my breasts, rub sun lotion into them and do everything in my power to get him to at least comment. Nothing!

The weekend came and went and it was time for Joe to start painting the window frames. I’d carry on with my vigil and watch him clean the pool and then start with painting the downstairs window frames. I schemed and planned and came up with a brilliant idea. I knew that on the second day he would be setting up to do the upstairs bedrooms, so I skipped upstairs, took my shower and wrapped myself in my toweling robe, remaining totally naked underneath. As Joe got in position to climb the scaffold to do the main bedroom window frame I was ready for him. I pretended to be having a nap and lay on the bed on my back, but arranged myself as if I was the victim of some kind of crime scene. I loosened my robe so it was completely open, positioned myself with head on the pillow cocked to one side facing the window so that I could see through half closed eyes. I then lay “sleeping” with my legs slightly splayed apart and my arms raised with gently clenched fists on the pillow each side of my head. I made sure to let my hair flow free and arranged it over the top of the pillow. I must have looked extremely angelic and Joe could not fail to get a good eyeful of my puffy mound, gaping cunt, breasts and full frontal of my body!

It worked. I observed through the slits of my partially opened eyes as a shirtless Joe was painting the frames and he was having a really good look at me. I could feel his eyes caressing me from the top of my head to the tips of my painted toes. My clitoris was throbbing at the thought that Joe was staring right at it and it was all I could muster to prevent my nipples from aching to a state of complete arousal. I simply controlled my breathing at a gentle and shallow rate and lay still for the duration of his painting which took about half an hour.

Once I heard Joe climbing down the scaffold and moving it to the next window, I jumped up from the bed to spy on him from the window. I figured that as much as my little plan to show him my naked body was a success, he was not likely to come in the house, up to the bedroom and take me! He just wasn’t that forward and might figure that he saw me by accident. I was wracking my brain to create a scenario where he was left with no doubt whatsoever that an advance on me would be welcomed and he was within easy reach. But I wasn’t brave or forward enough to simply invite him in.

Thankfully, lady luck intervened. I had wandered downstairs in my robe and into the kitchen and was pottering about cleaning up and went to put some eggshells into the waste disposal. I flicked the switch on the wall above the sink and, nothing! I flicked it on and off a couple of times but the roar of the waste disposal wasn’t forthcoming. I almost jumped with glee as I immediately thought about Joe. I quickly went outside and tip-toed round the corner of the house to where he was painting on the scaffold. I called up to him as he was painting the frame of one of the bedrooms.

“Joe!? Would you mind having a look at my waste disposal? It doesn’t seem to be working!”

Joe leaned over and looked down to me as I stood on the lawn, wide eyed and innocent with bare feet in my robe at the foot of the scaffold.
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll just finish this frame and I’ll be right down.”
I almost skipped back round the corner to the kitchen. I dashed inside, brushed my hair back and put it in a ponytail and gave myself a good once over in the hall mirror. I adjusted my robe so that it was tied secure enough not to gape completely and deliberately failed to secure it with a bow.

It took him a while to come to the kitchen and I busied myself wiping down worktops and fiddling about as if I was busy. About ten minutes passed then Joe came to the back door.
“In here Joe” I offered. I immediately thought to myself it was a stupid statement.
Joe kicked off his running shoes and stepped barefoot into the kitchen. He had put his tee shirt on, I noted to my disappointment. He went straight to the sink and flicked the switch to the waste disposal and nothing happened. He crouched down and opened the cupboard under the sink and reached in.

“Reset’s tripped” he stated flatly and I heard the click as he pressed it. He stood up and flicked the switch of the waste disposal. Nothing…
I stood to one side watching, leaning on the kitchen table with one leg casually crossed over the other, making sure to be on tip-toes with the bent leg.
“Is it completely busted Joe?” I asked for the sake of wanting to talk to him.
“Might be” Joe replied. “Let’s get it out of there and see what’s going on” he offered and padded outside barefoot and went to his van.

Joe returned with a handful of tools and lay on the floor with his head in the cupboard under the sink. I simply stayed where I was and stared at his groin as he lay on his back in a prone position with legs akimbo. He was undoing screws and tapping and pushing and shoving until after a few minutes I heard Joe hum.
“Hmmmm!” Joe offered. “Here’s your problem.”
I stepped forward from my position as observer and naked, aside from my loosely and tactically tied robe, stood next to Joe to one side of the kitchen sink and obscured to his gaze by the cupboard door.
“What you found Joe?” I asked enthusiastically.
Joe’s hand emerged from the cupboard and he offered a teaspoon to me to take from his huge raised hand.
“I think that was your problem” offered Joe. “Just try it now before I put it back in.”
I shuffled on the spot as I considered whether I could lean across from an angle and reach the switch, then quickly dismissed the prospect for a much better idea. I stepped round the cupboard door, placed one foot each side of Joe’s upper arms, making sure my legs were far apart to give Joe a good look up my robe to my bare crotch beneath. I got on tip-toes almost out of habit and leaned forward to the switch.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yep, give it a whirl” Joe replied.
I flicked the switch on and the waste disposal roared into life as Joe held it loose in his hand.
“We have a winner!” Joe triumphed. “OK, off!”
I switched off the waste disposal and remaining with my feet in the same position, straightened and leaned back to look down on Joe. A quick calculation of angles based upon the position of Joe’s head and my gaping womanhood told me that he had a clear and unobstructed view right into the New Year. I deliberately remained in that stance as Joe proceeded to secure the unit into position and only once he started to shuffle himself out of the cupboard did I move back from him, stepping one foot back at a time with legs still crudely splayed until I was standing back with feet together as Joe got to his feet.

Joe gave a wry smile and looked me in the eye as he said “You should learn to be more careful.”
My mind raced. I was sure he was referring to spoons but in my mind I wanted him to mean being careful about going commando under the robe and giving him an eyeful. I decided to play with him.
“I guess these things happen. Can’t be helped” I offered.
The two possible meanings of his statement were apparently not lost on Joe.
“I guess these things can happen on occasion” stated Joe. “But when they happen almost daily it can start to be a concern.”
I was almost struck speechless. Joe wasn’t referring to spoons now. He was referring to my concerted efforts over the last weeks to get his attention. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel myself flushing. My nipples went immediately stiff and I had a dull ache in the pit of my stomach. Before I could respond, Joe carried on.
“You’ve been teasing me now every day for weeks. You should learn not to mess with a man like me. You’re not too old to go over my knee!”

I suddenly choked up with nervousness. All that I had been doing had been noticed. I wasn’t sure how Joe was taking it. I wasn’t sure that he wanted me at all and I felt embarrassed because I wanted this man so much that I had been acting almost in desperation, like some lovesick teenager. Like a complete slut. Besides, something he had said scared me. What exactly was “a man like me?” The sassy side of me leaped to the fore.
“So you think a man your age has it in him to have a younger woman like me?” I asked sarcastically.
Joe simply stared at me showing no emotion.
“Don’t be fooled by what you see girl” Joe growled. “I would eat a woman like you for breakfast.”
My heart was racing. I was on the defensive. I was pretty scared now that we had arrived at this point. The sassy in me once again came to the fore through my nervousness and I blurted out “If you could keep up!” I took on a smug expression and smiled. Joe scowled.
“Right’” Joe stated flatly. “You’d better get a wiggle on because if I get hold of you, then you will know about it.”
I was just starting to respond with yet another cocky retort when Joe started counting.

“Three..... Two …… One……”
By the time it had sunk in that he was counting down and just as he got to “One” I had come to realise I was in trouble and my instinct to flee took over. I jerked round on my heels and set off running with Joe close behind me! I was so nervous and excited in one, that I was giggling and laughing like a teenager as I ran out of the kitchen, through the hall and into the lounge with the sounds of Joe following at pace. My mind was racing. Our house was square and you are able to do a complete circuit of downstairs via the rooms. From entering the house into the front hall, you go left into the lounge, then via the door at the far end into the conservatory, through to the spare bedroom, right into the laundry and through to the kitchen. From the kitchen you arrive in the hall at the foot of the stairs. I figured that a six foot two hunk at over two hundred pounds would struggle to keep up with an ex-gymnast at a hundred pounds dripping wet. I could run this guy in circles until he got worn out. I wasn’t even contemplating what would happen if he caught me but I didn’t think it would be poetry and romance. I couldn’t stop giggling as I passed through the hall to start the second circuit, I glanced over my shoulder and Joe was right there!
I had a plan. This time round I would do a sharp right as I came out of the kitchen, skip up the stairs and then a hard right at the top would get me to the guest bathroom and I could lock myself in until Joe calmed down. There was no way a barefoot ex-gymnast with an ability to change direction quickly and skip upstairs could get caught by a muscle bound fifty year old man weighing two hundred pounds! As added insurance to gain a few yards, I started slamming doors closed behind me as I ran giggling through the house. By now, the reaching back to pull doors closed behind me had loosened my robe to the extent that it had become like a super hero cape and it flowed from my shoulders.

It was a cunning plan, but futile. Joe was close enough behind me still that he simply ran through the swinging doors before they were closed and as I reached the kitchen I prepared for my clincher and the ability to change direction fast and skip upstairs in about three leaps. The change in direction went like a dream, the traction my bare feet gained on the timber tiled hall floor was sufficient to jump onto the third step. My next giant leap got me half way up the stairs but I heard the thud as Joe reached the staircase. He was STILL right behind me! My brain quickly calculated whilst in flight that from the remaining steps I needed one more skip to within four of the top then a final leap to the landing and the turn right to sanctuary.
Perfect! I landed square on the fourth step from the top with my left foot and my trailing right foot would reach the landing with ease. But just as I was about to bring that right foot forward for the final leap there was a thud as Joe lurched up the stairs and grabbed my right ankle in his huge, rough right hand. My upper torso fell forward onto the landing with a thump that briefly knocked the wind out of me and caused my trailing robe to leap up my back, leaving me prone with my hips over the top step, my bare ass in the air and my head lay on the carpet of the landing. I was still giggling uncontrollably as Joe grabbed my other ankle with his other hand. The power in his hands was amazing. They weren’t soft and I hadn’t really given it any thought, but with his line of work I guess I couldn’t expect them to be. He was pulling my legs straight and down the stairs. My upper body was flat on the landing and my hands were flat with splayed fingers trying to pull me onto the landing.
Joe pulled my legs apart and growled. “Thought you’d get away did you? I gave you a chance” he stated flatly.
Suddenly, I felt Joe’s face on my exposed bottom. He was growling and moving his face side to side as he burrowed into the gaping valley and I felt the hotness and wetness his tongue invading my tight, puckered flower. The bristles of his chin and cheeks could be clearly felt on the tender, private skin of my inner ass. He started licking furiously and then I felt his tongue harden and start to dab at me. I stopped giggling immediately and gasped.
“Oh Joe!” I moaned.
I had never had my ass licked and it was driving me insane with pleasure. Joe was noisily slurping and growling as he consumed my little asshole. He would alternate between lapping across my bridge of sighs and puckered flower with a flat tongue, then poking the tip of his tongue hard into me, almost fucking me with it.
My whole body was alive with tingling pleasure. My clit was throbbing like crazy, I could feel my wetness as he breathed across my gaping crotch and my nipples were stiff and rubbing on the carpet. My robe was wide open to the point that my shoulders were out of it and it was in a bundle gathered on my shoulders and by now, my fingers were clawing at my own hair. I could feel all the fear and trepidation washing from my body as Joe hungrily feasted on me. He still grasped my ankles in his vice-like grip but had eased off on pulling my legs to the extent that I could now get my feet on the flat of a step and get on tip-toes. This had the effect of allowing me to raise my buttocks to give him ease of access and I arched my back to bring my gaping and sopping wet pussy into range.
He needed no second invitation. He lowered his face and took one long lick from my clitoris up the hot opening of my vulva and across the bridge of sighs to my ass. Suddenly, he was dabbing at my rudely gaping cunt with his tongue. It felt amazing! He was making slurping sounds and muffled growls as he ate me and his breathing was heavy and laboured from the chase and arousal. I was making gasps and moans that I would swear in a Court of Law were coming from somebody else. It was like an out of body experience, my whole body was consumed with waves of pleasure and I had a loud and juddering orgasm as Joe latched onto my clitoris with his mouth.
I lay prone and totally exposed to his wishes, panting gently and sighing. Joe gently released my ankles and shifted up the stairs to lay his forearm across the base of my back, leaning his weight there to pin me.
“I’ll teach you to behave like a slut!” Joe hissed.
Suddenly, I felt the rough palm of Joe’s hand rub up and down my exposed womanhood and a finger slip inside of me. Then there were two. Joe’s massive, thick fingers slid into my wet, gaping pussy with ease. Then three fingers were invading me. He wasn’t too rough as he stretched me open but he wasn’t overly gentle either. It felt wonderful, as he started to gently pump his fingers into me and rub the knuckles of his fingers on my G-Spot. Next, I felt his thumb tickling and circling my puckered ass as he spread the slippery wetness of my arousal round and around, then gently into my resisting opening. The tip of his thumb slid in with ease and then he started to wriggle it gently whilst pressing it home. I’d never had anal sex and had only experimented with my own slim finger on occasion. The feeling of this thick, wriggling thumb slowly penetrating me there was simply sublime. I went from slight pangs of pain to those of immense pleasure as Joe gently worked his thumb deeper until he had me impaled on his fingers and thumb like a bowling ball. He was rhythmically pumping his fingers and thumb into me and bending and straightening his thumb. I could do nothing but lay on my front, head sideways with my mouth open in a gasp. He still pinned me at the hips with his arm and was pumping me gently to orgasm.

It was right then that I had an overwhelming need to pee. I was bursting to pee and Joe had me pinned and was fucking me with his fingers. I could feel myself clamping onto him as I desperately tried to avert the embarrassment and my eyes rolled and I gasped and moaned uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Joe stopped. He pulled his thumb out of me gently and then his fingers. He took his arm off of my back, stood and in one sweeping movement slid an arm under my hips and scooped me up like a rag doll, throwing me unceremoniously over his shoulder. I lay with bare ass in the air over his shoulder and placed my hands on his back.
“Now you get what’s been coming to you” Joe hissed and strode into the main bedroom with me over his shoulder. I was completely his. I wanted him to take me. To use me like a whore. I was totally compliant and wanting.
Joe sat on the end of the bed with me still over his shoulder and as if I was just a rag doll, he transferred me in one simple movement so that I lay on my front over his lap. It was now that I became aware that there was a substantial presence. His penis was engorged and I could feel it moving in his shorts and pressing against my lower belly as I lay across his lap. He roughly pulled my robe off my shoulders so that I was totally naked, placed one massive hand on the small of my back then out of nowhere; Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
He repeatedly smacked my buttocks in turn. I lost count. There was no warning, no pause, just a repeated spanking of each buttock in turn. Even now, Joe wasn’t too rough. It stung like crazy and I felt helplessly pinned by his rough hand, but the feeling was a mixture of humiliation, stinging pain and absolute pleasure.

After this stinging assault, my buttocks were on fire. Joe placed a rough hand gently on my behind and rubbed my buttocks round and around, up and down, delving a finger to roughly penetrate my pussy and wipe my oozing wetness up onto my ass. I was close to orgasm again and I could feel it welling up in me, as again was the need to pee.

Before I could try to negotiate a tactical withdrawal to the loo or take five to pause for breath, Joe grabbed me and literally threw me on my back, stark naked onto the bed.
“That’ll teach you to mess with a man like me” Joe growled. “Now you get what’s coming to you!”
Joe stood upright at the foot of the bed as I raised myself onto my elbows to watch him whilst laid on my back, legs splayed apart, in total awe of his frame. Joe lifted his tee shirt off over his head and stared at my groin. I stared at his face, scanned his chest and his flat but contoured stomach and rested my gaze at the huge bulge across the front of his shorts. I was totally mesmerised and just fixed my stare at his confined erection. Joe slipped the thumb of each hand into the waistband of his shorts and in one swift downwards movement slid his shorts and underwear down over his thighs. His penis leapt free from its confinement and rudely pointed upwards as he raised each leg and kicked off his shorts. It was truly the most beautiful penis I had ever seen, in real life or in pictures. And it was by far the biggest. It had a gentle upward curve and the shaft was as thick as was the huge swollen head. His penis was the same tanned complexion as the remainder of his body, yet the shaft was slightly darker than the top couple of inches and there was a darker ring at the end of the tanned section where the sun had obviously got through the fabric of his shorts. His balls were proportional to the size of his penis; they were huge. I figured that Joe was twice the size of my husband!

Joe, stood naked with a fully engorged and huge penis, was a work of art. He was quite simply and by far the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I quickly made a calculation in my mind and decided that the cucumbers I had been using were not in the correct proportion. Joe was thicker by far and I had a sudden feeling of fear and trepidation that he was going to try and force that enormous tool into me.
Joe mounted the end of the bed with one knee and crawled forward, his head lowered to between my legs. I duly obliged and opened my legs wide as his mouth came down onto my gaping cunt. He started to lick up and down, pausing on my clitoris to gently lick, suckle and nibble at it with his lips. He worked me with his tongue, delving, dabbing it into me, all the while with his massive hands grasping my thighs. I seldom got to enjoy this kind of a treat and I was really being pleasured by it. I writhed and rotated my hips onto Joe’s invading mouth, clutched at his hair to pull him onto me whilst propping myself up to watch him in action. That feeling of wanting to pee was building again and I was in dire fear of a diplomatic incident if this assault continued much longer. Joe would be getting himself a face full and I would die of embarrassment. I needed to touch that beautiful penis, to have it in my hands and in my mouth. I needed to break free from the delicious pleasures that Joe was providing with his mouth before it got too out of hand. Somehow, I needed to slip away to pee!
Suddenly, Joe stopped. He withdrew his mouth from me and licking his lips, he crawled up over me, grabbed a large round decorative cushion from the head of the bed and slid it under the base of my back. I let my head lay back on the bed as Joe shuffled forward and immediately grasped the shaft of his penis, positioning it on my wet, gaping womanhood. He looked down at himself as he studiously rubbed the enormous gorged head of his erection along the slit of my opening. He began to gyrate his hips slowly, forward and back, rubbing the shaft up and over my now throbbing clitoris, which rudely stuck up and outwards.
Introducing the tip of his enormous manhood to my opening, he pressed forward very gently until the entire swollen and purple head slipped into me. My eyes rolled in my head and I gasped “Oh Joe!’
After a brief pause to ensure I was comfortable and with my raised hips at the appropriate angle, Joe pressed forwards and a few inches of his thick, throbbing penis slid into me. The pleasure was intense. There was no pain or discomfort at all and I was holding my breath and whimpering in pleasure. Joe then started to pull out of me gently, then push back into me. His penis seemed to glide on the sopping wetness of my arousal and after several gentle thrusting motions, almost the entire length of him was in me. I could feel him filling and stretching me, the pleasurable ache it caused in my pussy and tummy were incredible! Suddenly, Joe made a final push. I felt the head press against my cervix which caused a sharp pain, making me cry out and jump, trying to move away from him. Joe stopped still for just a few seconds, he then gently started rotating his hips. I could feel the enormous head of his penis start to circle my cervix and he pressed forward until I could feel his huge balls d****d on my ass.
This feeling of being totally and completely filled was the most pleasurable and emotional experience I had ever had. Joe pressed onto me, his pubic bone rubbing on my clitoris as he slowly gyrated, rotating his penis in its deeply penetrative position and I grasped him tightly with my hands over his upper arms and shoulders, wrapping my legs round his back and just hanging onto him like a limpet. All of his weight and power were pressing onto my groin. He supported his massive torso on his arms and looked down at me with an intense, passionate look on his face. I could feel the emotion and passion build in me. I felt like weeping with joy, but welling up in me was my orgasm and that uncontrollable need to relieve myself. I was going to wet myself at any moment and as Joe fucked my gently and firmly, not even withdrawing his penis from its fully inserted position, I was being pushed over the edge. My orgasm overtook me. I clamped onto Joe with the muscles of my pussy, hung onto him tight and let go. I released. I wet myself, I came, I shuddered, I cried and I shook as I had the most amazing orgasm I had ever experienced!
Joe just kept rotating his hips and pressing into me as my juices gushed over his swollen manhood, running down my crack onto the sheets. When my orgasm subsided, Joe gently withdrew with a “Plop!” and moved down my body and started to suckle my swollen nipples. His rough hands gently stroked, squeezed and fondled my breasts, gently tugging on my nipples, licking and gently nibbling them as I lay in a heap, waves of orgasm still rolling through me.
I was almost unable to move. I felt exhausted. But Joe hadn’t finished with me yet! He gently turned me over onto my front, shifted the cushion to under my hips and approached me from behind. I lay still, head to one side with mouth open, my ass in the air and legs apart. I felt Joe kneel behind me and he introduced the head of his throbbing cock to my asshole and gently pushed it forwards. There was no way my tight little hole was going to take that monster and it would have been too painful. I flinched as Joe fumbled to get his penis further into me. He grunted, gave up even trying and I felt him pressing the head into my gaping pussy.
This time, he didn’t employ the slow and steady routine. I felt him glide into me almost fully, filling me, gently stretching me and making me gasp with pleasure. Joe put one hand each side of my shoulders and I felt him rise up behind me a push his groin hard at me. He fully entered me with a loud grunt and proceeded to fuck me hard and rhythmically, nibbling at my shoulders and the back of my neck. He grabbed my hair at one stage and gently pulled it as he fucked me faster and faster. There was no pain, just the feeling of absolute ecstasy of being filled, fucked, used, wanted, being pleasured. Being taken.
Joe pumped into me harder and harder, grabbing my hips with his huge, rough hands and impaling me onto his weapon. He fucked me to a shuddering orgasm and then filled me. I could feel his hot sperm gushing into me as he roared like a b**st and collapsed onto me. We lay exhausted for a few minutes, before he climbed off me, drew me to him, kissed me and stroked my face before pulling on his shorts and walking from the room then straight downstairs. I lay there for several minutes panting, trying to recover and to put what had just happened all in place in my mind and emotions. If Joe had asked me to run off with him right there and then and leave everything I had built over the years I would have. I was totally besotted! I wanted this beautiful man to fuck me day and night. To have him in sight daily, in my bed and to hold me safe and close in his massive arms.
Once I had regained some composure, I stripped the soiled bed linen, showered, pulled on some panties, shorts and a tee shirt then changed the bed and put the laundry on. By the time I had got downstairs Joe had finished for the day.
As much as I would have loved to have reported that Joe fucked me silly every day from then on, it didn’t happen. Indeed, despite continued efforts to snare Joe, he continued much the same as before. Polite, aloof, gentle and busy.
The day before we were due to move house, Joe came over to do a final clean of the pool. I was really frustrated and wished that we could have carried on daily but it just didn’t happen. Joe seemingly didn’t want it to happen. I tried to the very end. I took my shower and just put my robe on. I wanted to please Joe. Everything was in boxes and we were essentially packed. I asked Joe if he would mind helping me by carrying a box down from upstairs, in the hopes he might throw me on the bed and fuck the hell out of me but he didn’t. I traipsed about after him as he went upstairs, but he simply took the box and carried it down to the hall. We went into the kitchen together. I desperately wanted some indication from him, some acknowledgement. I wanted a display of his affection. Anything!
We stood in the kitchen and I thought I’d give him the sassy.
“Any chance you might want to have another look at my waste disposal Joe?” I asked cheekily.
“Which one?” Joe responded, with a glint in his eye.
I realised immediately what he meant and the genius of my remark struck me suddenly, although it wasn’t supposed to mean what he had interpreted. He was alluding to the one in the sink or my bottom. I played up to his comment.
“Whichever one you prefer” I retorted, then turned, raised my robe to expose my ass to him, arched my back to present it then fanned the bottom of my gown at him.
In an instant, Joe stepped forward, grabbed both my wrists behind my back and manhandled me to the edge of the kitchen table, pushed me forward to bend over it and was upon me.
“Not learned your lesson huh?” Joe growled.
I was pinned in position, bent forward over the kitchen table. Joe roughly pulled my robe up over my back and held both my wrists in one hand. Before I could even start to struggle or complain, he had his erect penis positioned between the cheeks of my ass. I had no intention of fighting him! He released my wrists and I grasped the edges of the kitchen table, stood on tip-toes and presented to him. Joe crouched and his face was on me. His tongue was devouring my pouting little asshole and pussy. After a few seconds of feasting, Joe stood and I felt him pressing the massive head of his penis into my ass. He was pressing and probing but he was just too big.
“Bitch!” Joe hissed. Then he slid the head of his erection down to my gaping womanhood and took me. He was in me in a matter of seconds. He pounded me. He grasped my hips and gave me the fucking of my life. The heavy timber kitchen table was moving about as he pounded harder and harder until I had a juddering orgasm. He reached his climax and withdrew suddenly and grasped his penis in his huge hand. I quickly dropped off the table onto my knees and took as much of his huge member into my mouth as I could cope with. It was so fat that one hand of mine would only go half way round it. He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth onto him. I was well practiced with deep throat and my gag reflex was mastered, but he was just too big to get more than the initial third into my mouth. My jaw ached but I stuck with the task as he suddenly ejaculated with a roar and I swallowed for all I was worth. I sucked and slobbered and drained every drop, continuing to lick and suck and stroke him as his erection subsided.

I smiled smugly at Joe. He gave me a fond smile and a soft, warm kiss. "I guess I might just have to teach Mrs. Walker's girl a lesson at some stage" Joe remarked. He then pulled up his shorts and went outside.

That was the last time I saw Joe. We moved home a day later. That was over twenty years ago. I wonder what he looks like at seventy. I’d still let him take me!