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IT HURT SO GOOD
CHAPTER1.
This is an absolute true story.
I have been seeing and fucking mandawg for many many years both on the side, and as live ins at one time.
And now having joined here I would like to tell you all a story or two about many sexual happenings in my life and as a part of my life.
I have always been up until he/mandawg opened my closet of pent up sexual desires and with that things I have never ever told another soul!
But this particular story is about when we first met all these many years ago.
He was over at my mother in laws house doing carpentry work etc. for her at her old house, He was at that time putting the roof on the newly built 2 car garage, I had just gone outside away from all the hatred of me in that house.
I was standing there leaning against the house watching him as he worked thinking to myself damn he's a studmuffin, rippling muscles, with no shirt on and in shorts since it was a very hot July day.
He stood up on the roof and turned to me and just stood there gazing at me and now knowing he was looking me over,as I was indeed looking at him that way.
My sexual desires at that time were boiling into a steam pot about to blow per say and here was this hunk of a man new to this town and just having moved into our little Midwestern town, and joining his two other brothers in their carpentry business at the time.
Oh I had heard his brothers talking of him coming here to help and join the business, and knew that by their talk he was indeed now a single man.
The things you can pick up on just listening to people and being a fly on the wall per say fills your mind with knowings that all the mouthers just do not get.
There was much talk between his brothers and my in law family about the wild things dawg had done. I truly do believe at that time that his brothers were in some sort of way truly fearful of him and his ways I guess one could say.
Oh the talk in that room about him from his brothers really perked my ears up to listen as they were saying things about the sexual things he and his wife had been involved in.
And the breakup of their marriage attributed to all that and I can sure see why, as they were saying things like she had fucked all kinds of nonhuman things and more so told of his involvement in some deep rooted sexual cult. Going on about how through rumors they had heard from home about him and her involvement in all this.
I was so shocked and in awe of the telling going on in that room at the time and yet somehow deep inside I was intrigued as I could be about it. To the point the next day I went to the local library and looked up and checked out every book I could about satanic cults and their practices, wanting justification of their stories I think more than anything.
Although yes my curiosity was killing the cat as this unlocked one of those deep inner pent up doors of my life at that time.
My husband who seldom if ever cared one bit about sex with me of any kind and my screwed up childhood in which had me so locked up and pent up with sexual repression. Oh believe me I fingered myself as often as I could when he was at work.
Maybe I should just skip all this and get right to the heart of the story when mandawg first made love to me like no other man had or ever has to this point in my life. Yes I in fact do proclaim I love him and I truly do.
I'm still married to the man I have been all these years, yes that is for sure. But we broke up in part due to that family of his hating me so and the rumors and gossip of it all caused it!
But here he was on that roof sweaty, bare chested, standing up and eyeing me and women just know when a man is eyeing us in a sexual way don't any of you men out there think different, we know when you are.
And I thought hell why not do a womanly flirting what can it hurt as I turned and made sure I wiggled my tight round ass at him.
He just smiled and laughed at me with just us personally involved in it. And just leaned back down and began nailing more shingles on that roof.
Something deep inside me tingled, and I mean tingled, and you other ladies out there know what I mean. Yes men we will never tell you when that hits us it's our own little secret of life I guess you could say. At least it has been for me or had been for me up until mandawg came into my life.
I think some of that was all the books I had checked out of the library and reading so ardently about this satanic sexual cult thing and seeing him up on that roof and knowing all the talk of his brothers was indeed a big part of that tingling I had.
My mind guiltily thinking I was a married woman, I cannot be standing here flirting my ass at another man. And as much or more so in that was this cult thing my mind was consumed with at that time. Oh it had me having dreams that night before of it all and I awoke to my panties being soaking wet from it all.
So here we both were and I decided the best way to break the ice and get to talk to him today was go get him a big glass of tea and take out and tell him to come down and take a break in the shade.
His brothers had indeed already made that clear that one thing he liked besides Mexican women was his iced tea.
I took that out and waved him down and he got off that roof climbed down the scaffolding and came over and introduced himself to me. That deep burly southern draw voice of his rattled me to the core with that tingle, that is for sure.
We sat at the patio lounge table he wiping sweat from his forehead and body with his t shirt and I across from him sitting there like some infatuated school girl and really and truthfully at that time of my life my mind was indeed just that.
As we talked I got the feeling that this man was nothing at all what I had been hearing he was. He was absolutely polite, seemingly reserved, and a real gentleman. Yet I sensed somewhere deep in his soul there was this beast that wanted to explode out of its bonds.
I invited him to come to our house and have supper and get to know myself and my husband since he was totally new in town and knew no one except his brothers. It certainly was not something I had ever done and why I did is beyond me except as I said I was instantly infactuated with him.
He had his tea got up and said sorry ma'm but I have to finish this and get paid so I can support what family I have left. It totally occured to me that point and time that this man was a workaholic.
I sat there as he got back up on that roof and went back to work and I watching him as I was in awe that this man could outwork 3 men of who worked for them in their company.
Oh my tingling of thoughts about that filled with my minds fantasy of what he would be like in bed. Never had any other man ever made me think like that and here I was a married woman and thinking this about another man!
I had to get up and get away from there before my panties became soaking wet. As I grabbed the tea glass and ran back inside like a little bashful high school girl.
My husband I left his moms and went back home as I began to cook trying to think what a man like that would like to eat and just decided a spaghetti supper and garlic bread seemed the best to start with.
And blushing like a new bride as my mind twirled the thoughts of what this new man would be like, and talk about, and act like when he showed up at our house for his invited supper and meeting us.
My husband seemed to matter little about anything and that for sure was his typical self except hearing the crap his family told him about me then everything mattered it seemed.
Soon the knock at the door came and I bee-lined like a hot school girl for her first ever date to the door and invited him into our house.
He now was dressed in blue jeans and a western shirt and boots and cowboy hat that he took off immediately as he entered our home, gave me a howdy ma'm and thank you for inviting me for supper saying he really should have stayed at their office and finished paperwork tonight.
And gave apologies about saying that meaning no disrespect at all and was actually glad to get away from everything for a bit anyway. As he went right over and shook hands with my husband and asked if he could sit down.
Of course my answer was go ahead I know you have had a hard day up on that roof as my husband now jumped into the conversation and was asking him how he could keep those shingles so straight when putting a new roof on. I excused myself and went into the kitchen to get supper on the table and wanting to impress our guest with my country girl upbringings and hospitality.
I called out to both them still there small talking about this and that my husband doing most of it and he just answering being pretty withdrawn about carrying on a conversation about such things.
They both came in and I pointed to the chair for him to sit down in and we all seated ourselves me on side of my husband and him on the other. I for one just wasn't hungry except my eyes were hungry alright, hungry for watching this new man in our house!
And somehow I could absolutely tell he indeed was casting glances at me and I got up went to the counter which was absolutely behind my husband and made sure I was wiggling my ass for our visitor to see. How could a woman do such a thing after I had done so.
Upon coming back to the table there was no doubt our guest was eyeing my every move though still engaged in this man talk between he and my husband who was totally out of this new mans league as my husband had asked him what type of work he did outside of carpentry having heard that his brothers said he worked in the oilfield and asked if it was true if he had in fact worked in Louisiana in the swamps as they had told us all he had done.
He confirmed it and said it was for sure a rough life and you were trash but made that oilfield cash as he glared those sparkling deep blue eyes at me and winked.
I and my husband alike were totally infatuated with this man out of nowhere in our Midwestern little town fresh from working in the oilfield and in swamps and amongst our corn and beef country which is about all we have here.
That is what my husband told him and I sat there googled school girl eyed at this man of men no doubt all but wanting to crawl at his feet. He just had that affect on me and I cannot say why or how or anything like that, No but his demeanor, his looks, his mannerisms, all the things we in this part of the country think about it's in our genes and our blood we are simply just country farming people.
I grew up on a farm my husband did to though not the dirt farmers we were and I guess that is why we married. Oh there was some love in there but mainly for me it was to escape from that world I lived in and he was the opportunity to do so.
My husband was asking all sorts of questions about why he was working in swamps and what they had to do with the oilfield to start with.
Our manly guest just snickered and told my husband yeah he got asked that a lot and said that the two actually were together in his working in them since he was a scout for this company and they laid the flow lines through all those swamps from where they had drilled wells and something about completing them whatever that meant.
But one thing was for certain the whole time he was trying his best to steal every glance he could directly at me as if wanting to shut my husbands talk out and I could tell oh yes I could, that he had lust in those eyes. And the fact of it was that I did to!
We finished our supper and it was such a fine thing to me that this man absolutely praised me for cooking and slaving in a kitchen as he called it and looked at my husband and told him outright that he better appreciate a good loving woman.
I was absolutely heartfelt that a man would even think of me in that way and more so than that absolutely proclaim that I was just that.
While at the sink doing dishes I had tears in my eyes. No man had ever never ever had me in that light of anything outside a slave in the house, or daughter to do everything including being forced to please my father and brothers.
And here in walks this man in my life that outright fully stated that I was worth something!
And more than that was those eyes peering into the depths of my soul as a woman and I knew oh I knew alright, he wanted me. I was a full sexual woman to him. To my husband I was a luxury and nothing more. No sex. No love. Nothing but whens the supper on the table.
As I was doing the dishes our guest came right up to me and jumped right in and began to help me do dishes he as a guest in our house really had no right to do, but he insisted.
My husband paid us no mind he could not belittle himself to do such a thing except go sit in his chair and watch that television.
He and I got all the dishes done and cleaned up and even helped me pack away the leftovers in the fridge and asked me politely if he could take a plate home and have it for lunch tomorrow at my husbands families house.
I got a paper plate and as he took it I swear he purposely grabbed my hand in his and then and there leaned over and whispered in my ear that I was indeed a very hot sexy woman.
I swear the very moment he did that I melted right into his arms! No man had ever told me, or even thought of me as such in the least. My womanly actions kicked right in of course as tears streamed from my eyes as he hugged me up and said ma'm I don't know what's wrong but I can assure you that I'm here and your safe as can be.
The manliness of his hugging me and then reaching his head over and kissed me on the forehead made me melt!
Like the father figure I never had to love me oh no all that was to use me and abuse me and be told I was to homely I was this and I was that and would never be able hold any man with my homely looks. This is why I married.
And here I was in the arms of an absolute studmuffin being wanted and treated like a real woman none of my homely looks, my homely ways, meant nothing to this man I was a wanted woman I felt it, I heard it, I was outright a full pledged sexually wanted woman.
He absolutely whispered in my ear that if I was not married he would pick me up take me to the bedroom and make passionate love to me all night long.
Hell yes I melted in his arms. Tell me you wouldn't have yourself.
He apologized to me for even doing that or even saying that to me and said no man has the right to outright grab another mans woman up and treat her this way. But he wanted me to know that he sure would love and pleasure me.
We both quickly gathered ourselves and went into the living room before my husband caught any sight of us in the kitchen at that moment.
After going there he sat down in a chair away from my husband and I sat across from him in my chair the two of us glancing at my husband sitting there glued to that damn tv as we both just stared at each other, absolute total lustfully stared at each other.
A bit of time had passed as he stood up and told us he had to get back to that office and get work done though my husband heard not one word of it and merely gave a hand waving bye to him as he looked at me and lip said call me using his index and thumb at showing me what he would like.
He left and soon there my husband was asleep in his chair as I awoke him and told him go get in bed and he groggily got up and stumbled to our bedroom and went right to sleep.
I on the other hand was all but pacing the floor thinking is he back in his office now? How do I go about being lady like and calling him? Where is this headed? Why am I doing this even?
One thing is for certain the wetness I had in my panties told a whole other very un lady like story.
Never had any man in my life ever up until that time had me squishy and wet like this! How could this be? I'm not that kind of woman! But I was that kind of woman.
I called a bit later and talked to him briefly and he told me again that if I were his wife I'd be in that bed right now getting pleasured and told me he knew the instant he came over just what was going on, saying to me that working in those swamps like that as he had, a man gets an instant animalistic sense of things.
He told me he smelled things about me that he would not just say right now what it was but he knew.
My mind instantly guilt feeling that this strange man came into our home and could outright smell my womanly lust brewing in my panties.
After a bit more conversation with him, our call ended with our knowing we would see each other the next day.
I did not like being around my mother in laws house at all my husbands family treated me like dirt, but for the sake of seeing this man more my mind was made up to endure all their hatred of me and hang around for him. -->
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