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I lay naked in the dark. Between my splayed legs, a mouth explored my aroused pussy. My hidden lover ate me almost frantically, driving me closer and closer to climax. The only sounds were the wet noise of cunnilingus and my breathing.Then the oral stopped. A shadowy figure rose up over me. Without a word or other sign to me, my lover drove a thick cock into my pussy; so thick it was almost, but not quite, uncomfortable as it stretched me open. So, my lover was a man. But only able to see a shadow, I had no idea of who.As my lover’s cock pistoned inside me, I reached up and touched him. He was toned and hairy; his muscles felt hard under my fingers. Finding his nipples, I rubbed the little nubs of flesh roughly, enjoying their hardness under my fingers.My climax drew closer and closer. I began moving my own body, meeting his thrusts with my own. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, perhaps lightning or some other transient moment of brightness. The face of my lover appeared briefly above me.“Oh my God! Pete!” I gasped aloud in recognition, suddenly awake in my own bed in my own room.So it had been a dream, a dream that left me horny and on the brink of climax. Dripping with sweat and highly aroused, I reached for the dildo that I knew was on my nightstand. Finding the long, thick toy, I inserted it into my dripping pussy and began fucking myself with it. At the same time, I used the middle finger of my other hand to vigorously massage my engorged clit. After that hot dream, it didn’t take much to send me over the edge.“Fuck, yes, Pete!” I cried, “Oh yes!”My body writhed on the sheets, all control lost as the powerful orgasm gripped me. It remained like that for minutes before I went limp. A warm, dozy feeling came over me as post-orgasmic bliss set in.Slipping the dildo free, I licked it. I had never been with a woman but every time I tasted myself, I found myself wondering what it would be like to taste another woman. I had seen my friend Marcy having sex with a man in a couple group situations and been turned on by the sight of her naked, aroused body. However, much as I wanted it, there had been no physical contact between us.Finally, I turned my thoughts back to the dream itself. The details were fading from memory, but one was clear: Pete O’Connor had been fucking me. Pete was a handyman and general contractor I had known for a couple years. He was currently doing a job for me at the warehouse I managed. A man in his fifties, Pete was tall with a handsome, craggy face and toned body.I did have a bit of crush on the older man but had never dreamt or fantasized about him before. After all, Pete was old enough to be my father. Then again, an older man might be a good experience for me. Prior to this summer, I had only slept with my ex-fiancé Curt Moffatt, who was only a couple years older than me. Even since breaking up with Curt, I had only enjoyed men my age or younger.“Fuck,” I cursed aloud when my gaze suddenly fell on the clock.It was past eight, meaning I would miss my regular bus. Even the next one, which took longer and required a transfer, would be a stretch if I didn’t get moving. Putting aside thoughts of the handsome handyman, I dashed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Once cleaned up, I threw on cotton bikini briefs and a colourful, sleeveless dress. The dress was pretty modest so I didn’t bother looking for a bra. Blessed with small, perky tits, I often went without.I raced out the door of my apartment with a Danish in one hand after gulping down a glass of juice. To my horror, I saw the bus pulling away when I got down to the street. The fucker had been three minutes early.“Jesus Christ, now what?” I spat out.With a sigh, I walked to the bus stop and leaned on the hydro pole next to it. There would be another in fifteen minutes but that one would not get me to work before nine. I ate my meager breakfast in a sombre mood.“Need a lift, young lady?” called out a familiar voice.Startled, I looked up to see Pete’s truck across the street. The contractor was leaning out the driver’s side window. His lovely Irish accent had never been so welcome.“I do. You offering?” I called back, chuckling a little.“I am, indeed. If you’re not there, who’ll approve paying me?”Giggling, I dashed across the street. Once I was safely in the passenger seat, Pete pulled out into traffic. Memories of the dream welled up as I looked over at him. My gaze slipped down to his lap, wondering if his cock was really that thick.“So, how are you doing today?” Pete said as he navigated the dense morning traffic on the main street.“Slept in. I haven’t even had coffee yet,” I replied.“We can hit a Timmy’s on the way.”“Nah, I need to get to work. I’ll get some from the office machine when I arrive.”“Was surprised to see you there this morning. Someone told me you were moving out of that complex when you got married.”“I called off the wedding. Realized I wasn’t ready,” I explained.“Seriously?” Pete responded with a raised eyebrow, “That must have been a shock for the guy.”“For me, too, really,” I agreed, “Curt’s a really good guy and would be a really good husband. I just … I had a fling with another man and realized that maybe I was missing something by marrying the first guy I slept with.”“Good thing to find out before you get married,” the contractor said with a wink isvecbahis at me.“I suppose. Still miss Curt at times, though. Wonder if I did the right thing.”“I found out well after I was married that maybe there was more,” the contractor sighed, “Trust me, it’s better to find out before.”“What happened?”“Had a wild little fling or three. Ended my first marriage.”“But you’ve mentioned a wife. So you married again?” I asked, a little puzzled.“Yep. Maggie is number two,” Pete confirmed, “But we have a very different sort of relationship.”“How so?”“We have an open marriage. We see other people individually and share lovers at times.”“Sharing would require at least one of you to be bisexual, wouldn’t it?”“Maggie is. I’ve experimented with men a bit, too, but it’s mostly her.”“I’ve thought about what it would be like to be with a woman, but have never done it,” I said, remembering again my attraction to Marcy.We were stopped at a light and Pete looked over at me. It was pretty clear he was checking me out. I found myself wishing my dress was a bit more revealing, wanting to him to see and desire my body. My pussy got a bit wetter at that thought.“You’re Maggie’s type,” the contractor said as he returned his eyes to the road, “Maybe I should introduce you two. See what happens.”That gave my arousal another little nudge. I was worried that my panties would be getting wet.“Maybe,” I responded in a hushed voice.We reached my workplace at that point. Pete got out his tools and headed back to the warehouse where he was installing new shelving. After getting some coffee, I retreated to my office to try to distract myself with work. It wasn’t easy in my aroused state. I contemplated masturbating a couple times, even touching myself through my panties at one point. Work kept intervening, though.All through the morning, I could hear Pete working in the warehouse. I tried to ignore the sounds and focus on my work, but it was not easy. Hearing him reminded me of the dream and the conversation in the truck. It wasn’t just my lust for the contractor that was distracting me. He had planted, perhaps deliberately, the idea of being with both him and his wife. I was finding that fantasy irresistible.About eleven, things quieted down. I rose to go see how Pete was doing. Before going to the warehouse, I slipped into the washroom near my office. Locking the door, I stood in front of the mirror. After a moment’s thought, I undid some buttons on the top of my dress, enough to show some décolletage. If I bent over, it might even flash him.A bit more tentatively, I raised my skirt and slipped my briefs off. They were still a bit damp anyhow. The skirt of the dress buttoned up at the left side, so I undid a few buttons from the bottom up to the thigh. That created a nice slit that would show off my left leg and maybe more given the right movements and position.In the warehouse, Pete was testing the shelving units he had been installing. The contractor was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt that showed off his rippling biceps as he applied pressure to test the brackets.“Going well?” I asked.Pete looked at me and grinned. I could see his eyes flicking up and down, looking me over. They seemed to linger longest on my unbuttoned top.“These babies aren’t going anywhere,” he grunted, “Just got the east bay left to do. Could be done today if I had an extra hour or two.”“I don’t have any commitments for tonight. Stay late to finish if you like and I’ll hang around to close up,” I suggested, inwardly gleeful at the thought of being alone in the building with Pete.Walking up to one of the units, I looked it over.“These are so much better than what the previous owner had installed,” I said after testing it for myself.“Yeah, you’ve go to do it right or you’ll pay later. Just make sure your staff do their job right and put the heavy stuff on the bottom,” Pete replied.“With the state of the old shelves, I think that’s become instinct for them. One nearly came down on Carrie last week.”“Ouch. No wonder you were in a rush to get this done.”My eyes spotted something on the floor. The light wasn’t great but I was pretty sure it was a drill bit. Gave me an excuse to bend over. Making sure I was facing the contractor, I leaned over to retrieve it.“This is yours, I think,” I said as I straightened up.The look and slight blush on Pete’s face said it all. He’d clearly seen what I wanted him to see: two small firm tits capped by large dark nipples.“It, um, is,” the contractor stammered, taking the bit from me.The thought of being drilled by him slipped through my aroused brain.“Come by my office and let me know when you’re done. I’ll be waiting,” I said as I left, trying to sound sexy and flirty.“I will.”Pete’s eyes were still fixed on my body.Back in the office, I slumped in my chair. My heart was pounding and my pussy was wet again. The thrill of flirting with, and exposing myself to, Pete was arousing. Putting a hand inside my dress, I touched a nipple. It was hard and sensitive. Rubbing it sent little electric signals to my pussy, increasing the arousal there. Hearing a noise in the hall, I quickly pulled my hand out and got busy as a couple of my staff appeared at the door.Pete came to my office about six, looking rather worn out.“All done,” he said, “You’ll get my bill on Monday.”“Thank you so much isveçbahis giriş for taking this on so quickly,” I responded, standing up.After five, anticipating his arrival, I had undone another button. It would take little for me to flash him a view of my tits now.“No problem,” the contractor said, “You guys always pay on time and I didn’t have any other big jobs queued up until next week.”Moving closer, I looked up at Pete. His eyes flicked down from my face to my partly exposed chest. From his expression, I guessed that undoing more of my top was having the desired effect. Never much of a seductress, I was nonetheless enjoying this game.“This morning in the van, you said I was your wife’s type. Am I also yours?” I asked.Pete smiled. There was a lascivious gleam in his deep blue eyes.“Maggie’s tastes and mine are similar, yes,” he responded, “The question is, am I your type?”“Do you believe dreams have meaning?”“Depends on the dream. How does that answer my question?”“I had a dream last night about being fucked in the dark by a guy with a thick cock.”“Nice dream,” Pete answered with a chuckle, “How’d it end?”“I woke up before I came, but I took care of things,” I said, “And I did see his face before I awoke.”“Who was it?”The tone of the contractor’s voice suggested he knew the answer.I replied, “Like you have to ask. It was you. Does that turn you on?”“You turn me on,” he said, a hungry gleam in his eyes, “That dream must be why you’ve been coming on like a hot little hussy all day.”“Are you going to treat me like a hot little hussy?” I asked, now very excited.“If that’s what you’re wanting, I’m game.”“Your wife?”“As I said, it’s an open marriage. I’ll have to tell Maggie what happens but that will likely just get her eager to meet you.”Grinning, I undid the remaining buttons of my dress, then slid the garment down to the floor. That left me naked save for my sandals. Pete stared for a moment, then quickly shed his top. His lean, muscular torso was covered with a pelt of curly dark hair lightly salted with grey. Putting a hand on Pete’s belly, I slid it up to his chest through the coarse fur.The contractor responded by taking my left breast in his hand. Gently, he kneaded the firm little mound of flesh. Then he took the nipple in his fingers and lightly pinched it before rolling it between them. Hot little sparks went through my body, arousing me further.“May I?” I asked, reaching for his belt.“Please do,” he answered, even as I began undoing it.Would his cock live up to what I had dreamt? There was only way to know. When his belt was undone, I quickly unfastened his jeans. I pushed them and his underwear down to reveal a dense curly bush over a partly-erect cock. Pete’s dick wasn’t long but it was very thick, exactly what I had dreamt, exactly what I wanted.“This is beautiful,” I said quietly, massaging his cock with my fingers.“It gets better.”“I’m sure.”I pulled my chair over and sat in front of him. After I lightly kissed his cock, I put it between my lips and began sucking. The thickness didn’t make fellatio easy, but I still managed to get enough in my mouth to give him a good blow. Pete moaned and whispered encouragement all the while.“I want to fuck you,” he suddenly blurted out after he was at full erection.Releasing his cock, I stroked it lovingly with my fingers and gazed up at Pete’s handsome face.“You’re in luck. I want to be fucked,” I whispered, then mouthed, “By you.”I stood up after giving his dick a final kiss. Climbing on to my desk, I positioned myself on all fours. Hands caressed my ass. One slid down to explore my wet pussy. A finger probed inside. The anticipation of being taken had me on edge and I shuddered a little at even this minimal penetration.“You are very ready, little lady,” Pete mumbled.I felt him spread my wet lips, then the head of his cock pressed against my opening. With two hard thrusts, Pete drove it all the way in. The contractor was almost too thick, stretching me close to the line between pleasure and pain.“Fuck, you’re tight,” the man muttered.“And you’re thick. It feels perfect,” I gasped, a little out of breath.Pete said no more, just began fucking me as fast and hard as the tight fit allowed. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of being filled with that thick tool. Something touched my swollen clit and I realized that the contractor was playing with it as his cock slid back and forth within me.“Oh yes, Pete, that feels so good,” I moaned, “Give it to me, baby, give it to me hard!”Pete didn’t disappoint. He took my dirty talk to heart, driving his cock in vigorously while roughly massaging my sensitive bud.“Oh my God, that is so fucking good!” I managed to howl out as I climaxed.The sensation of my vagina tightening around his cock must have set Pete off.“Jesus fucking Christ!” he cursed loudly as his cock pulsed inside me.With our orgasms nearly simultaneous, Pete kept at me until we were both sated. Then he pulled out and stumbled back to lean against the wall. I turned and sat up on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs to expose my dripping, inflamed pussy.“God, that was good,” he said, his eyes clearly staring at the space between my legs.Before I could say anything, Pete was on his knees in front of me. His tongue explored my slit, eagerly lapping up the flood of male and female isveçbahis yeni giriş juices that was running out of me. After thoroughly exploring my cunt, the contractor’s tongue teased my clit. Still primed from the hard fuck and Pete’s fingering, I exploded a second time.I finally pushed Pete back, too sensitive for more of his licking and sucking. He looked up at me for a moment, then got up to stand over me. Our mouths met in a long, hot kiss. I could taste cum, both his and mine, on his tongue as I explored it with my own. My hand was on his soft, wet cock, massaging it in hopes of reawakening it. We kept at that for a while, but Pete finally stopped.“I could go again if we keep this up, but I have to get home,” he said, “Where can I reach you if Maggie wants to meet you?”“Just use the cell number on my business card.”“Okay. You free this weekend?”“At the moment. My schedule could fill up at a moment’s notice, though.”“Maybe I can be the one to fill it.”“I really hope so. I like having things filled by you,” I said, winking at him, “I’m eager to meet your wife. And maybe enjoy you some more?”“You’ll get that chance, I’m sure.”Pete was dressed and ready to go. I kissed him goodbye, then went to the washroom to clean up. The building was empty save for me but I still felt weird walking naked through the halls. Back in my office, I dressed. Thoughts of Pete and what might happen next were dancing in my imagination.I ate a quick dinner at the café across the street, then went home. As I undressed to shower and get ready for bed, my phone chimed to alert me to a text message.“Tomorrow afternoon?” it read. The number was Pete’s cell.“Sounds good. When?” I responded.“Come about four and we’ll have something to eat. Besides you, of course,” he replied, adding a winking smiley.I was dream-free that night, though anticipation made it hard to get to sleep at first. In the morning, though, my feelings had shifted. I felt desire, to be sure, at the thought that I might get both my first time with a woman and another fuck from Pete’s thick tool. As I went through my wardrobe figuring out what to wear, though, I felt strange and a bit wary. This wasn’t just an ordinary date or hookup. A man finding a woman to share with his wife was something outside my experience.Still, sex was sex and until my office hookup with Pete, I hadn’t really had much of it recently. Shoving my qualms aside, I settled on going casual. I put on tight denim shorts over a pink lace thong with a tube top and no bra on top. While I could have dolled up for the occasion, I felt sexier in this casual outfit. Whatever I wore likely wouldn’t stay on for long anyway.As I stood in front of the mirror, a stray memory brought me up short. It was of me in much the same outfit making out with Curt on a park bench as the sun set. That evening had been fairly early in our relationship, just after he had taken my virginity. To my surprise and chagrin, tears welled up at the memory.We’d had dinner at Leroy’s Bar and Grill, then gone out to a park called Eversham Bluffs where we knew we could have a good view of the sunset. Feeling both romantic and a bit horny, we had gone as far as we dared in that public spot. Curt had played with my tits and masturbated me to climax. As he did so, I pulled his cock out to stroke him off, finishing him in my mouth.I turned away from the mirror and quickly shed the outfit, changing into a navy miniskirt and pale blue t-shirt. Those clothes carried no memories. Still, the remembrance of a hot moment with the man I had nearly married didn’t help my hesitation any. For a while, I contemplated texting Pete to cancel. I could just say I wasn’t feeling well.About three-thirty, though, I gave in and summoned a ride. Excitement began to override my anxiety as we drove out to the subdivision where the O’Connors lived. I even began to feel a bit horny when I saw us turning on to their street.Their house was impressive, an older two-storey with red brick and a beautifully landscaped yard. I was a bit tense as I walked to the front door and pressed the bell. The door opened after a couple minutes. A woman in a colourful beach wrap smiled out at me, her beauty almost immediately captivating me.The woman, who I assumed must be Maggie O’Connor, was about my height, but much curvier. Her tits were very large and round as they strained against her wrap, the neckline exposing deep cleavage. She had a pretty face with girlish features and a lively twinkle in her brown eyes. Chestnut hair spilled down to just past her shoulders.“Hello, Julia,” she sang out cheerfully, her accent almost identical to Pete’s, “So nice to meet you. I’m Maggie. Pete’s out but he’ll join us as soon as he’s back.”Maggie gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I thrilled to the feel of her voluptuousness against me and happily returned the hug. Then she led me out back to a big wooden deck.“Want something to drink? We have wine, beer, whiskey, pop, you name it.”“Wine sounds nice.”“Chardonnay? It’s a nice one from California.”“Perfect.”I settled on a lounge while Maggie went inside to get the wine. Returning with a tray holding a bottle and glasses, my hostess set it down on a table next to my lounge and filled the glasses. Then she untied her wrap and slipped it off. Her pink bikini was about the skimpiest that could possibly support her ample figure. Pulling over another lounge, Maggie lay down on it and took a sip of her wine.“You can strip down, too, if you like,” she said, “It’s very private around here with all these trees.”
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