I'm a normal married Indian girl, considered sexy and highly sexed. During the last few years my husband has gone off sex and we made love once a week if that. This left me feeling constantly horny and led me to swinging sites where I enjoyed chatting on the chat rooms and reading the horny stories people posted. All the time hoping I could have an experience worth posting
We've recently been having a lot of renovation work done at our house over the last 6 months, this has involved loads of different contractors coming and going. Loads of hassle and loads of mess but a few nice guys as well with who I chatted and innocently flirted with now and again. Once the main works were finished we contacted a few guys to come and quote for tiling the bathrooms and kitchen. When I saw the guy in question I instantly thought he looked good and dirty thoughts started running through my mind. He was about 10 years younger than me and had a nice friendly fun way about him. Anyway we chatted and flirted as he measured up, all this time I was thinking about feeling the bulge in his jeans which I could have sworn was growing as we chatted.
I was wearing a fairly low cut top which showed plenty of cleavage and took every opportunity to bend over and show him as he measured, holding his tape for him etc. He must have noticed this as he commented on how good I looked. We chatted a little more as I showed him round the house with the banter getting more and more sexually charged in a fun flirtatious sort of way. We ended up going into a small e-suite which needed tiling and I took the opportunity to brush past him a couple of times as I pointed out what we wanted, this time I could see his bulge definitely growing and made a joke about if that keeps growing there won't be enough room in here for the three of us which made him blush and apologise.
I laughed it off and said don't be silly at least you're enjoying your work which only made him adjust it in his jeans and make a comment about letting it free. Just then my husband's car pulled up on the drive and I said you'd best keep it where it is unless you want to get us both in trouble. We finished measuring up and went downstairs and he spoke to my husband about the types of tiles and how he wanted them laid every now and then glancing at me while I thought how I so wanted to fuck him!
Once they'd finished I showed him to the door and spoke to him on the step for a second about anticipated start dates etc when he suddenly said your husbands a lucky guy.. I stood a little closer and gave him a gentle squeeze on his cock and said well you might be too if that quote comes back quick enough.
