02F2202-Mature perverted wife seducing a contractor

The contractor had been coming to fix things at the house for months now. He was always polite and respectful, but he couldn’t help but notice Mrs. Robinson’s alluring curves. Her tight blouses accentuated her ample cleavage, and her short skirts showed off her shapely legs. She was the picture of a naughty housewife waiting for her husband to come home from work.

One day, as he was working on a leaky pipe under the kitchen sink, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Mrs. Robinson standing there in a low-cut nightgown, her breasts nearly spilling out. “Can I get you anything, honey?” she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

The contractor gulped, trying to keep his composure. “No, ma’am. I’m just about finished here.” He turned back to the pipe, but he could feel her eyes on him, undressing him with her gaze.

She knelt down beside him, her breasts brushing against his arm. “I appreciate all the work you’ve done for us,” she purred. “But I think you deserve a special thank you.”

The contractor turned to look at her, his eyes wide. She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. “How about you let me thank you properly?”

She stood up and walked over to the kitchen table, bending over it to give him a perfect view of her ass. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face. “I want you to fuck me right here, on this table. Hard.”

The contractor couldn’t believe what was happening. He stood up, his eyes glued to Mrs. Robinson’s body. He walked over to her, running his hands over her curves. She moaned softly, arching her back to press against him.

He slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist. She shuddered, her breath coming faster. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He rubbed it against her ass, feeling her wetness through her panties.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need it so bad.”

He pulled her panties aside and thrust into her, groaning as her tight pussy enveloped him. She cried out, pushing back against him. He grabbed her hips, pounding into her hard and fast.

The kitchen filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of skin on skin. Mrs. Robinson’s hands clenched on the table, her body shaking with pleasure. The contractor could feel her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm building.

“Fuck me harder!” she screamed. “I want to feel you in my womb!”

He obeyed, slamming into her with all his strength. She came with a shrill cry, her body convulsing around him. He followed a moment later, shooting his load deep inside her.

They collapsed on the table, catching their breath. “Wow,” the contractor panted. “That was incredible.”

Mrs. Robinson grinned, reaching back to squeeze his ass. “Oh, we’re far from done, stud. I’m going to suck you off and then you can fuck my ass.”

And she did just that, milking another orgasm out of him with her talented mouth and taking him deep in her tight asshole. They fucked on every surface of the kitchen, and Mrs. Robinson came over and over again, cleaned up, and repeated the process.

Finally, they were both exhausted. The contractor pulled on his clothes, his face flushed with satisfaction. “I’ll see you next week,” he said.

Mrs. Robinson winked at him. “Maybe we can finish up in the bedroom. I want you to paint my walls with cum.”