So every year or so we have to call our Satellite provider fix a box or upgrade something or other. Just so happens that this year it was our bedroom box that needed work done. Almost every time that they would send a technician and I was home alone when they would arrive I would at a least suck the lucky guy off. One time a dirty smelly man showed up and I just couldn't do it.
I set the appointment for between 12:00 and 4:00 pm allowing for my husband to be at work and the kids to be at school if he showed up close to noon it would be another adventure hopefully. I enjoy sucking fat young cocks. I am 45 now and a true MILF. My 36c's have turned into 38d's but my lips where as full as any twenty year old woman. I mostly enjoyed black cocks but do not sway from any cock when the opportunity presents itself.
About 10:30 on the day of the appointment I began getting ready by taking a long hot shower and shaving my landing strip over my toned stomach. I found a nice red matching set bra and French cut panties. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and painted glossy red lipstick on my lips. After finishing my make up the phone rang. My husband, David, I hope he isn't on his way home or something. Although he approves of my cock worshiping philandering he preferred it not be in our house.
David "Hello Babe, the satellite company called, the tech is about 15 minutes out."
I reply "Ok, I better kennel the dogs."
David "Yeah, ask him about an upgrade for the new Television in the living room."
I reply "Sure, I will see what they say."
David "Dammit, I gotta get back to work, see you later."
I reply "Bye."
David, end call.
"Dick" I thought as I looked at the clock on the vanity at one end of our room. The satellite receiver sitting on top next to a clock that read "12:05."
RING, RING, the doorbell breaks the silence.
"Mmmmm." I head to the front door.
RING... I swing the door open. "Hello, you don't have to ring that again." I snap. Before my eyes adjust to the sunlight and see the young brown skinned Mexican man.
I began hoping for a fat burrito. I smiled. "Come on in." I spied his van and it surprisingly had a passenger. Another young Mexican man.
Jorge or whatever his name was came into the living room. He eyed my robe which displayed plenty of cleavage. Way to easy.
"My paperwork says you are having a problem with the receiver in the master bedroom." He says flatly.
"Follow me." I said as I turned and walked toward the hall leading to the master bedroom.
He followed me through the door and eyed the flat screen hanging above the large mirror dominating the wall opposite our marital bed. He smiled "Nice setup."
He walked towards the box and removed the cables from it. "I will be right back. Are your dogs kenneled?"
I nod while biting my lower lip.
He smiles and heads back out to his van. I look out of the bedroom window and see him talking with the other man at the back of the van looking at other receivers. I then see him head back to the door. I walk to the living room to meet him there.
He walks in the front door without knocking and sees me. While grinning at the front of my robe he asks "Where is your dish?"
I point through the back of the house to the glass doors leading to the back yard. Then I turn towards the doors to open them. I hear a slight whistle.
I turn with a fake blushed look on my face. "Is there a problem?" at an attempt to be standoffish.
