I Finally Got My Pussy Devoured by My Coworker’s Husband During His Reno Visit

I hit snooze too many times that morning. Door knocks echo. Shit, it’s him—my coworker’s husband, here early to sand the living room walls in my new apartment. Two days he’s been grinding away, dust everywhere, and my pussy’s been tingling watching his strong hands. I’m in my sheer nightie, robe half-on, hair a mess. Apologize mumbling, duck to get ready.

Voices from my bedroom. My 20-something fling slips out—shy ‘morning,’ grabs coat, vanishes like a ghost. She’s my tender fix sometimes, but I crave cock and tongue too. Frédéric reappears, robe tied proper, face flushed. ‘Not what you think,’ she blurts. I laugh it off. ‘Two girls? Everyone assumes lesbians.’ I shrug. ‘I’m not a dyke,’ she insists. ‘Bi then. Own it.’

The Approach: Tension Builds Fast

Coffee offer. We sip in the makeshift lounge—couch and pouf amid drop cloths. Silence thickens. My phone buzzes on the table—leftover texts from last night’s chat with her, ignored. I lean in. ‘Truth? I need tenderness. Love getting my pussy licked.’ His eyes widen. ‘Guys hate it, never do.’ ‘Bullshit. I fucking adore eating pussy.’ Heart races. Wife’s lucky, he says.

Beat. ‘Would you do me?’ Stunned silence. ‘Secret. No one knows. No fucking, just tongue.’ ‘Why me?’ ‘You said you love it. First guy honest.’ He stares. I smile wicked. ‘Please. One kiss down there.’ Deal: he loves getting sucked too—wife hates it. And shaved only. My smooth slit throbs already.

Kneel beside him. Robe drops. Nightie transparent, nipples hard. He unbuttons slow, hand slides down. Fingers find my soaked thong, lips plump and eager. ‘Love it?’ ‘Fucking adore.’ We kiss deep, tongues hungry. Panties off, legs spread on couch. His breath hot on my clit.

The Explosion: Wild Oral Frenzy Unleashed

The Explosion hits savage. Tongue flicks my swollen nub, dives lips—huge, juicy ones guys dodge. Sucks them like fruit, nectar floods his mouth. I’m a fountain. ‘Hate the size?’ ‘Delicious, your wet cunt’s perfect.’ Growls into me, full mouth devouring. Legs wide, back arched. Hand on tits, thumb circles clit, fingers pinch lips, hook inside.

‘Harder, make me cum like a helpless slut.’ Fist plunges—holy fuck, I scream. Builds like a storm, tongue laps ass, palm grinds. Jets squirt, orgasm rips me. Never this intense. ‘Stop, come here.’ Kiss sloppy, bodies slick. ‘Ask anything.’ He glows. Coffee break, I press against him in kitchen—perfume mixes with my cum scent. ‘Divine. Help with dust later?’

Change to skin-tight lycra shorts, no panties, tee clinging. Cameltoe screams my puffed lips. ‘Too sexy for work?’ ‘Can’t focus.’ Hand traces fabric, faces inches. Kiss again. ‘Be my lover?’ ‘Married.’ ‘Just your arms, your tongue.’ ‘That’s love, trouble.’ ‘More than once. Loved it.’ ‘Deal was one.’ ‘What changes it?’ ‘Be a real slut.’ His eyes burn. Dust flies later, but tension hums. Phone vibrates—her text, ignored. I’m hooked, ready for round two.

Disappearance creeps in. Back to sanding, laughs normal. Like strangers again. But my pussy pulses, remembering. He leaves evening, promise of more hangs. Wipe sweat, heart pounds. Back to life, secret sealed. Until next ‘reno day.’