MOM MILF seduces the handyman

Title: A Wanna-Be Desperate Housewife’s Afternoon Delight

Sarah had been flirting with her handy man, Steve, for weeks now. The cute, muscular 20-something with the ladybamba moves was far too tempting to ignore. Especially since her husband was never around anymore, always busy with “work”. Sarah needed embracing, ravishing, fucking – and she needed it now.

One lazy afternoon, when the sun was blazing hot and husband Mark was away for yet another “business trip”, Sarah decided it was time to seize the day – and Steve. She checked her reflection in the hallway mirror. Sandwiched between detachable off-the-shoulder top and a tiny cut-off denim skirt was her ample bust, barely constrained by a peach-pale lace bra. Goldenbrowser thighs peeked from under the frayed hem. Gosh, you look downright scandalous, she thought with an impish grin. Exactly how she wanted to look for her little “maintenance” appointment.

Steve was already on his hands and knees in the living room when Sarah sauntered in, sipping a cold lemonade. Sheuspiciously eyed his taut glutes beneath snug khakis.

‘Why hello there, Steve! I didn’t hear you come in,’ she purred, padding over to him on four inch heels. ‘What seems to be the trouble?’

Levering himself up, Steve flashed white teeth, ‘Some things are literally falling apart. Uhh…ma’am.’ His Adam’s apple bobbed as he raked his gaze over her revealing ensemble. ‘Don’t mind me, I’ll just be working on this trim as requested.’

‘Mmm, riiight… trim,’ Sarah hummed, stepping close and setting her drink aside. ‘You wouldn’t happen to be good with your hands elsewhere too, would you?’ Her fingers trailed down his strong chest.

‘Excuse me?’ Steve stammered, eyes widening.

‘Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom, sweetie,’ she said suggestively, batting fake lashes. ‘Alone.’ When he didn’t move, she slid a hand lower.

After a heavy swallow, Steve threw a cest over his shoulder. ‘I really shouldn’t… not if you’re married, Mrs. Newton.’

Sarah stepped back and clucked her tongue. ‘Oh please, Steve. My husband is never home. Call me insane, but I crave…physical affection.’ Swirling a lock of chestnut hair around a finger, she arched one brow pointedly before bending over to adjust her heel strap. The skirt rode up, giving him a generous view of her ample rear.

In a flash, Sarah was pinned against the wall by a hard chest. ‘Okay, you win. I’m insanely attracted to you. But my wife…’ Steve groaned.

‘Phone’s right there,’ she murmured, nodding to the hall. ‘Take a few minutes to make whatever call you need to.’ The heated promise in her smirk sealed the deal. He grabbed his cell and stalked out.

The instant Steve was out of sight, Sarah raced to her boudoir at breakneck speed, shoes discarded along the way in her haste. By the time he found her, naked and spread out on the satin duvet like a present, Sarah was already half again – thanks to a little vibrator time. Steve’s jaw dropped visably when he took in her nude form. ‘Get over here,’ Sarah beckoned.

‘Gladly’ was his response before he was upon her, mouths crashing and tongues duelling. Large hands caressed and squeezed her curves, lips and teeth roaming her collarbone down to her turgid nipples. ‘Fuck, you’re beautiful,’ Steve breathed.

Sarah stroked sensitive spots, palms and fingers massaging his bulging erection through cotton boxer briefs. She couldn’t wait to taste him. With a frustrated grunt, one-handed Steve shucked the rest of his clothes and took refuge between her quivering legs. Kissing and licking her folds, he nibbled her protruding clit, bringing her inhuman moans of bliss, her fingers threading through his short hair.

‘Oh God Steve, your mouth… Oh!’ She soon felt a rumble building, a pulsing tingle in her sheath and fluttery toe curling. Planting her soles on the bed, Sarah bucked her hips up and cried his name with the force of her release.

Heaving him up, Steve captured her mouth for a torrid kiss, the taste of her arousal pronounced. ‘Please, get inside me!’ Sarah practically sobbed, wrapping her arms and thighs around him with desperate urgency.

Holding her gaze, the remarkable man notched his cock and plunged balls deep in one smooth thrust, spurning her shriek. ‘How’s that, Mrs. Newton?’ he shuttered hard, savouring her vaginal clasp and smelling her hair.

‘Yes! Just like that! Now shut up and fuck me!’ she hissed, nails scoring his back like an alley cat. And he did, in long, forceful glides that smacked flesh on flesh and made the headboard clatter. Sarah angled her hips to take him so deep it was almost painful. Practically flying over the moon, she scored his back and ground her nailbeds into his clenching ass cheeks. Each thrust gushed through her core like the rumble of a freight train, rattling every bone in her body.

When his meadow brown iris settled on her half-mast lids, wet and wild, the delicious tension shattered into a billion diamond flecks. Yielding a primal moan, Steve’s hips spasmed and stream of hot cum lashed her roiling walls, prolonging both their orgasms into eternity.

In the afterglow, they shared private smile and tender touches, a moment of connection that transcended mere lust or sexual frustration. Sarah knew then that she would do anything – anything – to keep such passion in her life. It was better than any massage, manicure or spa treatment she’d ever indulged in. And like the inveterate dirty laundry attention whore she was (muhaha!), she prayed for more of his “services” in the future.

P.S. Forget LOL, this would be OMG, right? Hope you enjoyed this naughty fanfic! Let me know if you want to see more. Thanks.