My Wild Tuesday Fuck with the Electrician: Wife’s Raw Confession

It’s Tuesday, 2 PM. Heart pounding. I set out the aperitifs, bottles clinking on the coffee table. Black tight dress hugs my curves, low neckline teasing my firm little tits. Heels click on the floor. Makeup perfect, lips red, hair done. Esthetician waxed me smooth yesterday. Coiffeur styled me this morning. Hubby’s at work, kids at school. My phone buzzes on the counter—his text: ‘Two minutes away, slut. Ready?’ I reply: ‘Door unlocked. Hurry.’ Two weeks without him. Pussy aches. I pace, thighs rubbing, already wet.

Doorbell rings. Sharp, urgent. I open it. There he is—tall, forties, dark hair, rugged face, piercing light eyes. Smells like sweat, work, cheap cologne mixed with man. Electrician’s musk hits me hard. No hello. He grabs my ass, slaps it hard through the dress. ‘Missed me, little whore?’ ‘Fuck yes,’ I gasp, door slamming shut. His hands knead my cheeks, lifting the hem. Lace stockings peek out. He smirks. ‘Two weeks too long, huh?’ Fingers slide between my legs. String soaked. He pulls back, shows me glistening fingers. ‘Dripping already. Hungry cunt.’ I nod, biting my lip. Adrenaline surges. This is it—the rush after screens, but real now, flesh on flesh.

The Approach

He shoves me forward. Knees on the couch, chest over the back. Ass up, heels digging in. Dress hikes up. Black thong exposed. His rough palms smack my cheeks—reddening sting. ‘Beautiful slut ass, bourgeois bitch.’ I moan, ‘Hmmm.’ He spreads me. Finger teases my slit. Slides in slow. Wet squelch. I buck. ‘Want more?’ ‘Yes.’ Two fingers now, pumping. I grind back. He licks my pussy, tongue rough. Sucks my clit. Fingers back in, stretching. Ten minutes of tease. I’m shaking, dripping down my thighs. Phone buzzes again—hubby’s work call? Ignore. Only this.

‘Turn around, suck my cock.’ I spin, drop to knees. Jeans unzip. Thick cock springs out, veiny, hard. I devour it—gagging, slurping. Balls in my hand, squeezing. ‘Good little cocksucker,’ he growls. Saliva drips. He fists my hair. ‘Now ass up again.’ Levrette position. Finger in my asshole—wet, probing. ‘Like that, pig?’ ‘Yesss.’ Two fingers, alternating holes. Tongue rims me. I tremble, close.

The Explosion

He stands. Cockhead presses my pussy. Slow push—inches deep. I freeze, gasp long moan. Fills me. He thrusts gentle, then hard. I scream, cumming hard. Body shakes. He pulls out. ‘Not done. Anal time, slut.’ ‘Wait—’ ‘No. Ass up, dirty whore!’ I obey. Spit on my hole. Cock nudges in—burning stretch. I tense, then rock back. ‘You love anal, say it!’ ‘Yes… I love getting ass-fucked!’ Louder: ‘Fuck my ass, you bastard! Pound me!’ He rams. Brutal. Slaps echo. I cum again, howling. He grunts, floods my ass with hot cum.

We collapse. Sticky, spent. He wipes with napkin. Pulls up jeans. I fix my dress, hair messy, shame creeping. Cum leaks. ‘Next Tuesday?’ Silence. ‘Say it.’ ‘Next Tuesday.’ He grins. ‘Good girl. Surprise coming—gonna train this ass more. Be ready.’ Door clicks shut. Silence. I clean up, heart racing down. Normal wife again. But pussy throbs. Can’t wait.