Generally I don't kiss and tell unless a sexual experience is exceptional and worthy of mention.
I'm Mark, a semi retired, general contractor, age fifty. I do all types of construction, however most of my work involves remodeling and home additions.
My career has served me fairly well financially, and at times provided opportunities for casual sex adventures.
I'm not the best looking guy on earth, but I have always done fairly well with the ladies. I stay in good shape mostly due to the physical demands of my work and eating sensibly.
Sex with clients doesn't happen often, but once in a while I get a female client who is single, lonely, and horny. Other times it's a housewife who is unhappy or unsatisfied, for whatever reason and looking for a special kind of hammer and nail job.
I try to avoid the married ladies because I don't want to wreck the home I'm in the process of repairing. A more significant reason is because I divorced my wife of seven years after catching her in our bed moaning with ecstasy.
The problem was, her moans were inspired by her very well hung boss who happened to be pounding every bit of his massive cock into her like a jack hammer. That was ten years ago, I try not to think about it.
In order for me to get involved sexually with a married woman I have to know she is discreet. I also have to find her very attractive which makes such a casual encounter even less likely to occur.
Of course she must have an interest in me as well and I don't mean to imply that I'm a man of high standards. I must also point out, I'm average not just in looks, but endowment and skill as well.
That is to say, my cock is just over seven inches when erect. I have honed a few skills using it, as well as my tongue to pleasure women over the years, but what man hasn't?
I mention these things to show how highly unlikely it is that either of two separate sexual events would present themselves to me. That is what makes them so extraordinary, the odds that one or the other would happen are near impossible, yet they did!
I had better start at the beginning and tell it just as it happened. I received a call from a man named Grant who asked me to come to his residence and quote a price to build an addition.
I went to Grant's house that same day since the addition was needed urgently. I was impressed with the home because it was nearly a century old yet had been maintained meticulously.
Grant met me at the door and I guessed him to be a few years older than myself but equally in good health. He is a tall man and what most would call handsome, even distinguished.
Once seated in the den, Grant gave me a file containing the floor plans and permits for the addition he had obtained in advance from his architect.
I noted everything in the homes interior decor was bold and masculine. Everything except Grants wife Candy that is, who came to serve us coffee.
Candy is noticeably younger than Grant and I guessed younger even than my age of fifty by a few years. I found her very attractive, with a thick, curvy, figure that made me think of sex. Her deep blue eyes and short raven hair gave her an exotic look that increased my arousal further.
When Candy bent at the waist to set the serving tray beside Grant, the tight fitting yoga pants she wore let me see every sexy curve of her lush figure. Her ass was so firm and round I almost reached out to feel it.
The blouse Candy had on fit more loosely than her pants but did little to hide the large size of her breasts. The round globular shape of her huge, firm, boobs became more noticeable as she leaned toward me while to set my cup of coffee before me.
My cock was harder than it had been in years and ached as it strained against my denim jeans. I saw Candy's eyes glance downward pausing briefly on my crotch then quickly looking upward to locate the serving tray she needed to retrieve.
I was certain Candy had seen the bulge of my raging hard cock since there was a clear outline of it's shape by this time, but there was no change in her demeanor to indicate she had.
