Carnal Pleasure Revised

It has been a month since I laid eyes on Sebastian or his brother, Tristan. My marriage is still sexually unfulfilled, and now I can see where sex with my husband is lacking. I found a form of passion with the brothers that I never found with my husband. He's an accountant for fuck's sake.

The phone rings about an hour after my husband has left for work. I look at the caller id and realize that it is Sebastian calling. My pulse quickens as I hastily answer, "Hello." "Hi, Grace. I've missed touching your body," he says. "Maybe we should do something about that," I suggest. "Can you be ready for me in about an hour?" he inquires. "I am sure I can arrange something," I declare. We hang up and I take a long shower to prepare for his arrival.

Exactly an hour later I hear the doorbell and I answer it wearing only a towel. He comes in and closes the door behind him. "Where shall we try today?" he asks of me. "Let's go upstairs and I'll allow you to pick the room for pleasure," I answer. We climb the stairs and walk down the hall to the last door, which happens to be the master's suite. He opens the door and I follow him inside. I allow the towel to finally drop as I close the door behind us. He motions for me to follow him into the master bath.

He lifts me up onto the counter and steps back from me. "Spread your legs and touch yourself for me to see as I get undressed," he instructs. I do as I am told. I get such pleasure out of watching this virile man simply take his clothes off.

He moves my hands away as his mouth descends onto my clit. He rubs his tongue over my most sensitive spot. I let out a long moan as he places two fingers inside my pussy. With his tongue and fingers fucking me at a rapid pace. I moan his name as the bathroom door crashes open and my husband barges inside. "Nathan," I scream, "What are you doing home?" "Apparently, I came home in time to watch my wife get fucked by the help," he responds. "This is my cue to leave," says Sebastian as he reaches down for his clothes. "Don't stop on my account," Nathan informs him. Sebastian and I wear astonished expressions and we don't know what to do or expect now.

"Well, Sebastian, it appears that I have you by the balls, metaphorically speaking of course," Nathan says. "Sir, I meant no disrespect," Sebastian informs him. "Let me inform you two how this is going to work. You will continue fucking and I will tell you how to fuck her," he states with fury on his face. Sebastian attempts to say something but Nathan cuts him off, "You will only fuck her when and how I tell you to or that pretty wife of yours will be getting the videos of you fucking my wife in the kitchen and in the billiard room. Do you comprehend?" Sebastian merely nods.

Nathan directs Sebastian to bend me over the bathroom counter. He is instructed to enter me from behind while squeezing my breasts. He tells Sebastian to squeeze them until I yelp as he pounds me from behind. Sebastian does as he's instructed. I refuse to scream out when the pain in my breasts becomes intense. I start to feel some pleasure in that pain as I feel the muscles in my pussy tighten. I feel my release coming and moments later I feel Sebastian stiffen and climax.

Nathan tells Sebastian to get dressed and wait a moment. He walks over to where I am standing. He runs his fingers in the cum still on my cunt and then licks the cum off of his fingers. "Not bad for the first time," he says to us. "You will come and service my wife whenever I call you and only when I call you," he addresses Sebastian. Sebastian just nods. "Now get the fuck out of my house," he screams.

Nathan turns to me, "Get cleaned up you dirty bitch."

Carnal Pleasure Rebound

I am still fuming about Sebastian's behavior the next morning as I am making my first cup off coffee. How dare he treat me with such disrespect? My husband is still home and eating breakfast while reading the paper. I am ready for him to leave. He has been curious about my foul behavior since yesterday. I can't tell him that the handyman has me sexually frustrated.

When I think my mood can't get any worse my phone rings and I recognize the number from the caller ID as Sebastian's. I swear in my head. My husband looks at me and asks, "Are you going to fucking answer that?" "Hello," I say answering the phone. "Good morning, Grace. Yesterday while I was there I was so distracted by your services that I forgot to get payment for my services," he declares. "I do apologize for that," I say through my teeth. "I will make that up to you today. I can't come over myself today, because I am swamped, but my brother, Tristan, will be over for the payment," he informs me. "That'll be fine," I hear myself say. We hang up and my husband is looking at me with a questioning look. "That was the handyman who fixed the sink yesterday, and it appears I forgot to pay him," I inform him with a nervous laugh. He reaches into his wallet and hands me money, and says "Give him a decent tip out of this for not making you wait for his services." "He's making me fucking wait for his sexual services," I think to myself, but I say to my husband nonchalantly, "Sure no problem."

About 30 minutes after my husband leaves for work I hear the doorbell. I look through the peephole to confirm it is Tristan. The name on the shirt confirms it and he is carrying what appears to be a tool box. As I open the door his hand snakes out and grabs me by the throat and pushes me into the foyer wall. "Please don't hurt me," I beg of him. He replies, "Sebastian tells me that he left you hanging yesterday and that you needed to be properly fucked today. I don't know about proper fucking, but I do know about improper fucking and you'll be begging me for more before I am done."

Before I can react he drags me by the hair into the first open door which is the billiard room and sits down the toolbox. He closes and locks the door. His hand unleashes me and I run for the door. He grabs the back of my nightgown and the thin fabric rips. "Whore, I like a woman who fights me," he claims. "I am not a fucking whore," I scream. He grabs both of my nipples roughly and uses them to pull me closer to him. "What do you call a woman that fucks someone who's not her husband," he whispers in my ear. "You call her a whore and today you will be my whore, willingly or unwillingly. The choice is yours."

I stand there naked and mute pondering the circumstances before me. "I will come to you willingly," I inform him. "That's a good slut," he responds with mischief in his eyes. He takes his clothes off and he is gloriously aroused. He is covered in tattoos. I unknowingly lick my lips. "Like what you see, tramp?" he questions. "Yes," I mutter.

He is standing before me and pushes me to my knees. He grabs his dick and pushes himself towards my mouth. I hesitate opening for him and he pinches my nose so hard that I am forced to open my mouth. With his cock in my mouth and both of his hands holding onto the back of my head he rocks back and forth. With each thrust he goes deeper and deeper until I gag.

He pushes me back and I fall onto my ass. He reaches into his toolbox and pulls out somethings I can't see what are. He lifts me into his arms and throws me onto the pooltable. I see the rope as he ties my arms and legs to the pooltable. My crotch is hanging slightly off of the table. I open my mouth to question what he is going to do when he places a ball gag into my mouth. He places a blindfold over my eyes. I whine at the discomfort. He bites my nipple hard and tells me to shut the fuck up.

I feel him enter my asshole with his aroused dick. My entire body stiffens as he thrusts in and out not attempting to be gentle at all. My asshole has never been used for the pleasure of a man. With each thrust I feel myself starting to relax and I realize that I am enjoying it.

He removes himself and I feel something cold and slick being inserted into my asshole. If I had to guess it is a glass buttplug. I feel him thrust his cock into my vagina. He pounds me hard until I feel myself stiffen and release as he stiffens and release. I feel his cum running down my legs as he removes the gag. His fingers scoop up some of the ejaculation and he shoves it into my mouth.

He unties me and has me standing in front of him. "You're a dirty bitch," he says with a sneer.

He forces me back onto my knees and instructs me to lick off the sexual juices from him. Once he is satisfied that he is properly cleaned he stands me on my feet. "I'll be needing that payment," he says as he smacks me on the ass. I sorely walk into the kitchen to retrieve the money for the sink as he is getting dressed.

He kisses me on the forehead as he grabs the money, and says, "We'll have to do that again soon. You're such a good whore with a great pussy that's tight on my large cock." He walks out the door not waiting for my response. I wonder to myself if I would like to have Tristan inside me again and I believe I do.

Carnal Pleasure Rendered

First thing the next morning after my husband leaves for work, I find myself hunting for the business card that Sebastian had left the day before. I hear the phone ringing and then his sexy, deep voice is answering. "Hi, this is Grace Tillman," I say after he says, "Hello." "Who?" he asks. "You came over yesterday to fix my sink, but we were distracted and the sink never was fixed," I respond with a giggle. "Mmmmm, yeah, I forgot to finish. Should I come over sometime this week and finish the job?" he inquires. "I was thinking more along the lines of you finishing what you started today," I inform him. "I think I can squeeze you in first thing this morning. Will you be ready for me in say a half an hour?" he asks. "I will be more than ready," I tell him.

Exactly an hour later I hear a knock on the door. I answer the door wearing only the smile he left me with yesterday. "My my, you are more than ready for me this morning," he whispers in my ear as his hand cups my entire vagina. I feel myself gasp with unexpected pleasure. "You can have all of me you want, but first the sink has to be fixed or my husband might suspect something," I instruct him. "Yes, ma'am, you're the boss," he replies. "You're right. I am the boss and you will do as I instruct today," I tell him.

Sebastian starts working on the sink and I plop my ass on the counter beside the sink with my legs spread wide. I am spread wide open so he can see what I am doing. I suck on my fingers mimicking the act of sucking his dick. I hear him take in a deep breath as I take my fingers and start rubbing on my clit. His head leans down and he licks my clit. I start to squirm after a short while as I mutter, "Darling, you need to finish the sink so I can finish you. I slowly insert my fingers into my vagina and remove them to lick the wetness off of them.

"Sweetheart, I am finished, and we need to locate somewhere different where I can fuck you improperly," he informs me. He helps me off the counter, and I lead him into my husband's office by grabbing his hand. I close the door behind us. "Sweet cheeks, you are way overdressed. You need to remove all of your clothes," I say and immediately he complies until he is standing there in all his glory wear only what the gods gave him.

He is hard all over and his arousal for me is overly obviously. I use my hands and allow them to lightly touch every inch of him. "You're killing me, woman," he states. I whisper, "Hush," as I kneel down in front of him and begin to worship his beautiful cock with my hands. I pay complete attention to the slight indent at the head of his dick. With my tongue I stroke that sensitive spot as I fondle his thick balls. Gradually I take him into my mouth taking in more of him with each stroke. He places both of his hands on the back of my head increasing the speed until I feel him stiffen and I feel his seed spill into my mouth and down my throat.

"I must go back to work," he informs me. "What the fuck? I took care of you and you're leaving me here all fucking aroused," I demand of him. He smacks me on the ass and says, "I'll make sure you are properly fucked tomorrow to make up for today." He walks out the door saying nothing more as I am still fuming. "Fucking man!" I scream as I grab my husbands stapler and throw it across the room.

Carnal Pleasure ©

“Damn that man!” I scream. My husband was supposed to fix the slow leak in the sink. Now it is gushing out everywhere. At this point I don’t give a damn if he bitches about the price it is going to cost to get a professional in here to fix it. I look in the phone book and come away with the number for Johnson Brother’s Plumbing. The dispatcher informs me that she has a man in the area and he will be by in 5 minutes to help me with my needs.

I scramble around the kitchen for a few minutes in attempt to tidy up a bit. I am startled a bit when I hear the doorbell ring. I glance down and realize that I am still in my night clothes. I am wearing a sheer black night gown that barely covers my ass. “Shit!” I think. In my haste to clean up I forgot to get dressed. Well he should be a professional and shouldn’t notice my lack of clothes.

I answer the door and before me stands the most handsome man I have ever seen. He has dirty blonde hair that reaches almost to his shoulders and has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He is wearing a black Slipknot t-shirt and jeans with holes at both knees. Around his waist he has a tool belt. I can tell by the tightness of his shirt that he has such glorious muscles underneath Holy fuck I am mesmerized.

“Hi. I am Sebastian. I hear that you need some assistance with a leak,” he says introducing himself. I squeak when I respond in saying, “Yes. Let me show you the leak.” I lead him into the kitchen. I feel his eyes upon me and I glance at him realizing that he is looking at me from head to toe. Finally his gaze meets my eyes. “I should get to work,” he says to me barely above a whisper. In my head I am giggling a bit wondering why my husband never looks at me so.

He opens the cabinet door and lies down under the sink. After a few minutes watching him in awe of his sexiness, he startles me when he asks, “Can you hold onto this pipe for me?” I have to straddle him to grab the pipe. I am aware that I am completely naked underneath this nightgown. What if he feels the desire to touch me? Should or would I allow him to touch me in a way that only my husband should? I know that my husband has a mistress on the side and only touches me when she’s not available. My husband would never have to know. I realize now that I am touching my breast as he waits to see what I will do. After a moment’s hesitation I straddle over him and grabbed the pipe as he requested. It is odd that at this very moment I have never felt as sexy as I do now. I feel empowered.

After we have been in this position for a few moments, he starts to scoot out from under me. I look down and ask, “What are you doing?” “I have to get something out of the van. Just hold tight and I’ll be right back,” he replies. I hear him hesitate at the door and mumble to himself, “Keep your dick in your pants, man. Fuck she’s a married woman.” I discover his mumblings amusing, because he is as sexually drawn to me as I am to him. Should I take this opportunity to go put some real clothes on? No. I have decided if this plumber wants to fuck me six ways from Sunday I am going to allow him to. I need to have some pleasure in my life.

After a few minutes I hear him come back. He lies back on the floor and starts to slide back under the sink. Next thing I know I feel something gently touching my pussy. I look down and realize that it is his thumb. He is gently caressing my nub. His mouth comes up and suckles the clit ever so gently. I know that I should stop him on the grounds that I am married to another man, but, damn, it feels good and my husband refuses to do this with me. He thinks it is beneath him to pleasure his wife when he has his whore at his disposal. I figure what harm could there be to allow this man to kiss my pussy. I grab the pipe tighter as his tongue touches my clitoris with more intensity. I moan vocally with pure ecstasy as he licks me in a quicker pace. He looks me in the eyes and asks “Should I stop?” I struggle to get out the words, “No. I want more. I want you to touch every inch of me. I want you to fuck me as my husband never does” “Stay where you are, little wife,” he instructs me.

He scoots back out and I hear his tool belt hit the floor. I turn my head to see what he is doing. He is unzipping his pants and coming back towards me. I abruptly turn my head back around. “I am betraying my husband, and I really don’t give a fuck. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” I think to myself. I turn back and our eyes meet. This is when he kisses me for the first time. His hands gently touch my face and his lips barely touch mine. As time progresses the kiss keeps getting deeper and deeper. Hell this man is lightly biting my lip. How could I have known that a simple phone call to a plumber could have offered such pleasure?

He positions me where I am on all fours and enters from behind me. I squeal with pleasure when he first slides his dick inside of me. As he is thrusting inside of me both of his hands are caressing my nipples through the sheer fabric. Never before have I known such carnal pleasure as I am experiencing now. Never before had my husband touched me with such passion. This man is thrusting slow and deep. I feel that I shall die of the intense passion that I am feeling.

When I feel that I cannot take anymore he stands and lifts me onto the sink as he drives his hard dick back inside of my swollen pussy. As he is thrusting in and out his hand touches my chin and lifts my face to look him in the eyes. His lips descend upon mine with such tenderness. I feel as I shall go mad if I don’t do or say something. I use my hands to run down his back until I reach the end of his shirt. I tug it over his head and begin to touch every inch of his chest. “Little wife, you are driving me to the point of madness,” he says.

He helps me down off of the sink. He grabs the end of the nightgown and rips it over my head. His head bends down and his mouth is on my nipples. With his tongue he draws circles. He cups my breast and starts to suck a bit deeper on them. I hear a moan and realize that it came from me.

He sits down at the table and removes his shoes and socks and stands back up. With a desperate sense of urgency I start to fumble to remove his pants to have him as naked as I am. Dammit this man is endowed. My husband is Tiny Tim compared to him. His dick is beautiful. It has to be at least 10 inches long and is about 3 inches thick. It has a slight curve to the right. His balls are freaking huge. Every inch of his male area is perfectly groomed and there is no hair in sight. However did a man this big fit inside of me and not rip me apart?

He sits back down in the chair while his pants are in a puddle on the floor. I don’t know where my sudden boldness came from but I found myself on my knees between his legs. With my right hand I barely touch the head of his shaft. He shudders with pleasure. This response brings out more boldness and I seek to pleasure him further. I lightly stroke his cock as I play with his balls with the other hand. I lean down and with the tip of my tongue I draw circles on the head of his penis. As I am doing so I notice that there is a spot around the head that looks a bit different than the rest. With my tongue I caress that spot. As I am caressing him I notice that both of his hands are gripped tightly onto the seat of the chair. I realize that he is really enjoying this. I decide that I am enjoying his pleasure. Gradually I take more and more of his cock into my mouth until I feel it reaching the back of my throat while I am massaging his balls with my hand. I stroke him as I continue to suck on him.

He grabs me by my underarms and pushes me up against the wall. He encourages me to lift my legs as he holds me up against the wall. He enters my pussy with such animal ferocity that I never knew a man could possess. I moan in pure delight. My nails are digging into the skin on his back as he pounds harder and deeper with each thrust. He is pinching my nipples, which surprises me of how great that feels. I am not aware of how much more I can tolerate before totally exploding.

He walks me over to the counter and gets on top of me. I giggle with forbidden pleasure. He is thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. I arch my back and meet him thrust for thrust. His mouth is on my mouth. I feel that with each stroke and kiss that he is attempting to steal my soul. I reach behind my legs and squeeze his balls with just enough pressure to receive a passionate moan from him.

“I want to feel your mouth around my cock,” he says. He remains on the counter and sits up as I slide off.  I bend over and place his penis in my mouth. I use my tongue to glide up his shaft as I move up and down. I find myself growing bolder with every passing moment. I slide my mouth down the length of his dick until I reach his balls. “What shall I do with his balls?” I think to myself. I kiss them and gently suck on each one of them as I stroke his cock. With my tongue I glide back up to the head of his penis. With just the head in my mouth I stroke him at a moderately quick pace. I hear him moan and I know that I just did something right. “Little wife, you must stop or I’ll be exploding inside of your mouth,” he says to me.

He pushes me slightly from the counter as he jumps down beside me. With one hand on my back and the other behind my knees he lifts me up. He carries me to the barstool and sits me down. I place both hands behind me to steady myself and to keeps from falling off. He grabs my legs to where my feet are resting on his muscular shoulders. He drives his rigid cock into my wet pussy. With each thrust the sense of urgency increases for both of us. I feel an intense tightening sensation wash over me and feel a gush of fluid escape me. I notice that he is also shuddering and then goes completely stiff as he cums inside of me.

For a few moments we remain as we are which is fighting to control our breathing. As he starts to dress I run to my room and put on some clothes for the day. I put on a short pair of denim shorts and a little white t-shirt. I return to the kitchen and realize to my utter disappointment that he is fully clothed.

“I must be going now,” he says as he crushes his mouth passionately into mine and his arms pull my head to his chest. “You have pleased me greatly today. Should you need any of my services in the future, little wife, and I mean any services don’t hesitate to call me,” he says as he walks to the door and smiles back at me. He turns and just leaves without waiting for a response from me. After the van has pulled away I touch my swollen lips and ponder whether I have the nerve to call him for his sexual services again. I laugh the laugh of a woman well pleasured.

“Well what shall I do with the rest of the day?” I mutter out loud. I turn the water on to make a pot of coffee and discover he never finished fixing the leak. I throw my head back and laugh as I realize that I will have to call him back. This time I will be prepared to fuck him as improperly as I want to. Next time I will not hold back. Husband or no husband Sebastian is mine to play with.