"Oh God, fuck me harder!" Michelle moaned. She was bent over a workbench, completely naked and her ample chest was rubbing against a thin, paint- splattered dropcloth. She could feel the rough wood on on her tender breasts. The man behind her was grunting and she felt his cock tense and his thrusting becoming deeper and more insistent. He was ready to cum.
She turned her head to catch a glimpse of him pounding her, his naked body slapping against her ass and she reached back and brushed his balls. That was all it took. He thrust deep and she felt his cock twitch and began filling up her cunt. She turned back to face the wall and exercised her kegels, milking every last drop out of him.
He whimpered and pulled out, then collapsed into an old lawn chair. Michelle got up, woozy and turned to face her husband. "Fuck Tom, you really still get off on this? You really love this little 'fantasy', don't you?"
Tom was panting, his head thrown back and eyes partially closed, his cock was still stiff and covered in his cum, her juices, and the silicone lube that they prefer. "Yeah babe, when you told me about that hillbilly cumming in those cheap black panties? I can't help myself. I just need to jerk off or fuck that tight pussy."
"I know and I love it," she said. She slinked closer to him, until her pelvis was right at his head, she straddled him and lowered herself onto his thigh and began grinding. "I'm going to go shower and crawl into bed babe. You can come whenever you can move." She nibbled his ear, pinched his nipple and brushed her thigh aganist his now slowly deflating cock before getting up.
Tom nodded and his panting began to slow. He watched his curvy wife gently walk into the house.
* * *
Jack just finished cumming again into the city whore's panties when a knock sounded at his door. He wiped himself off and made his way through the random shit that cluttered his house to the side door.
"Well damn Dale, it's late, why the hell can't you at least text me you were gonna be coming over?"
Jack stepped aside and let a short, rotund man enter, he had beady eyes and a fat, scruffy face. "I know Jack, but you know it's been a while and I wanted to see what you was up to. I mean, you know I saw it all with the pretty little city girl a week ago."
Jack smiled, "Well shit, sit down and have a beer or four buddy, we got some stuff to talk about."
Jack showed Dale his prize, the cum stained panties and Michelle's social media profile. Dale was real impressed and a little jealous and after their prescribed four beers, the two dirty old friends managed to cook up quite a wonderful little plan.
* * *
Michelle was waking up, a cup of coffee by her bedside, left by her sweet Tom. She was a little sore from the night before, but it was the good kind of sore, the kind that made her feel alive and desired. She sipped her coffee and grabbed her phone. One of her social media accounts had a notification that caught her eye, a message from Jack, saying that he has some more tools that he's willing to part with, for the right price. And his friend Dale may have some too.
Interesting. She made a time to go see them the next day.
The next day, Michelle found herself back in Jack's driveway, although she was dressed a little different. She had told Tom about the text and he suggested she dress a bit more seductive. He had her wear an inexpensive summer dress, sheer with thin spaghetti straps and push up bra, to better showcase her ample cleavage. He dressed her with a pair of inexpensive flip-flops and a matching pair of underwear, this time a g-string rather than her usual thong. She stepped out into the hot sun and saw the two men approach her.
Jack was a fair bit taller than Dale and he was taller than she remembered, he was still had a small beer gut, but was otherwise in better shape than she recalled from the blur of a day a few weeks back. Dale on the other hand.
He was short, barely 5'2", with thinning, hair on a sun-burnt head. He had an odd, rodent like appearance, and licked his lips constantly, making little squelching noises with mouth, eyeing Michelle up and down. A definite eye fucking.
"Hello, gentlemen," she said, her voice honeyed with sarcasm, "I understand you have some more tools you'd like to sell me?"
