the Adulteress & the hired hand(s)
written by:
Chris-t6290

‘Who shall I call up this time,' I pondered to myself, as I climbed out of bed and looked forward to another fortnight of fun and frolics with two workmen. Last time it was a pair of randy decorators that I called in for an estimate; they ended up painting my face and firm tits with their hot creamy cum. The time before that, I had two others look over the crack outside my bedroom ceiling; the only crack that got filled that day was the one between my thighs.

As I gazed out of the bedroom window, which is situated at the back of the house, I noticed that Dave hadn't cut the bush like fence that runs along the left side.

"That looks promising. Then they can tackle my bush," I said, with a furtive smile, the fingers of my right hand tracing a slow path down my body and feeling how wet I was through my raven bush.

"Hello, yes..." I began, as I spoke to the person on the other end of the phone.

"...Not until tomorrow!" I exclaimed anguishly, my horny pussy in need of relief now.

"Okay, then, tomorrow," I agreed, resignedly. And having put the phone down, I sighed sulkily, and reached for the draw of my bedside cabinet from which I removed my bright pink vibe to relieve my horny state in the meantime.

Come the next morning, I awoke partly dazed and once more turned to my toy - my head having completely forgotten about the workmen. "Oooh fuck, yes," I moaned, as I trailed the vibrator over and around my clit and then slid it into my horny wet pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me," I cried out, as my climax rose from within me. When I soon came, I heard bells lowly chiming. ‘Christ! That hasn't happened before,' I realised, only for the bell to sound again - the front door bell to be precise.

Still overlooking the workmen calling, I quickly picked up the robe hanging over the corner bedpost and put it over my naked body before going to see who it was. As I made my way downstairs, I suddenly remembered my phone conversation of yesterday. ‘Surely it's not them, not this early,' I reasoned, having caught sight of the hall clock, which showed 9:30.

With the door on its chain, I opened it up and enquired who it was.

"Simone Arnold," uttered the tall good-looking one. ‘Yes,' I verified cautiously.

"You called about a hedge that needed trimming," he said.

"It's more of a bush," I told him, my mind immediately thinking of my own, although it didn't require any trimming; just some hard ploughing every so often.

"You're a bit early, I haven't had breakfast, even," I told them, before directing the pair to the side gate and then returning upstairs.

Up in the bathroom, I had my morning pee followed by a quick wash and brush of my teeth. Back In the bedroom, I decided to be a bit daring, especially as they'd caught me unawares. ‘Yes, that'll do perfectly,' I smiled gleefully, as I held up a set of red sexy lingerie - a lace g-string and a matching top with three small bows down the front, each one disguising the popper behind it.

Deciding to leave the robe off, I then went back downstairs and had a short breakfast before seeing how the men were getting along.

Stood almost lent against the open backdoor and with a mug of half drunk coffee in my right hand, I enquired how they were doing; my voice causing Ray, the taller of the two, to turn and noticeably ogle my scantily clad body. As he did, and with a pair of shears in his right hand, Ray nudged his colleague with his left elbow.

"It's coming along fine, just fine, Mrs Arnold," he informed me with an interested smile.

"Okay, well, I'll leave you to it, then," I smiled back at them, before returning inside.

I left it only a few moments before I furtively peered out of the kitchen window. ‘Good,' I thought, as they, with their backs to me, continued trimming the hedge while my fingers trailed amongst that of my own thatch.

Although I hadn't clearly reasoned how I would entice the men inside, when I felt the dampness of my panties against the back of my hand as I continued pleasuring myself, I suddenly had an idea. Moving my hands to either side, I drew down the flimsy garment and then stepped out of it. I then, and with a daring bravado, tiptoed to the back door.

Opening it a crack, I hung a waistband of my red lacy g-string over the doorknob before slowly pushing it to - not actually shutting it - and awaited their reaction with a naughty titter.

‘Come on, boys, turn around,' my lustful mind urged - my fingers once more stroking inside my raven bush, imagining as I did, that it was one of them. ‘Oh yes, fuck me with your long hard cock,' I agonised, just as Ray looked at his colleague and said something.

‘I'd like to get at her bush,' I thought to myself. ‘Well, what are you waiting for, fellows, bring your two no doubt handsome tools here,' I rejoined. Only for Ray to cast his gaze in the direction of my tempting tease.

Again nudging his work mate, Ray pointed to the door handle - both of them with a knowing smirk, yet neither brave enough to immediately fetch the garment from where I'd displayed it. Then, as I continued to linger behind the curtain awhile longer, Ray finally made his move.

‘Yes, yes,' I cried inside joyfully, and then watched as he stealthily crept along the paved path towards his goal. Quickly, I ducked out of sight and avoided being noticed by Ray as he, with his right hand, lifted my lacy panties off the handle, all the while peering through the window in the backdoor - at the bottom of the glass.

Having returned to his friend, Ray held his prize, as he no doubt saw it, up to his nose and inhaled the scent of my horny wet cunt, before, and in his outstretched hand, letting his co-worker have a smell of it - both men enamoured by it from the look on their faces.

"The real thing's in here, guys," I lowly muttered, as I continued to juice up my pussy for them.

Looking at one other, then at the panties and at each other again, they downed their tools and promptly marched towards the door. It was then that I made my way to the lounge and waited for the men's arrival on the sofa.

"Mrs Arnold, Simone," Ray, I noticed from his voice, called out.

"In here," I called back, almost cooing.

"Ah, here you are," Ray exclaimed.

"Not finished already I take it," I intoned with a coy smile, my red lace top barely covering my mound, while the dark pubes of my pussy were otherwise noticeable as I reclined against a corner rest of the sofa facing them.

"No, there's still some more to do," he informed me.

"So, what can I help you with," I crooned, opening my thighs up to them as I did.

"You, gulp," Ray croaked. "Left these on the door handle," he just about managed to continue.

"I wondered where they'd gotten to. I can be so forgetful sometimes," I said; I'd forgotten about them calling that morning...!

Stepping closer and with an outstretched hand, Ray motioned them towards me and I, having sat up, took my g-string from him.

"Best put them on," I exclaimed, "I don't want you getting the wrong idea about me, a married woman, and all," I said, as I, sat with my legs over the front of the sofa, put each of my dainty feet into what there was of the lacy garment and then drew it up my lower legs.

Now stood up, as I pulled them the rest of the way - over my thighs and my shapely ass - I made an issue of jiggling my tits and smoothing the material that covered my gash afterwards. Mike, as he presently introduced himself, it was, who picked up on my innuendo.

"What idea's that, Simone," he said.

"You know, that I got you here to service me, to fuck me with those big hard bulges you've got in your jeans," I proclaimed, all the while stroking the front panel of my panties with one hand while supportively caressing my left breast with the over.

"You want us to fuck you, is that it," exclaimed Mike, my only answer being that of blatantly and slowly sliding my hand inside my g-string and then that of my heated cunt.

"Would you, hurm, like to, yes, put your cocks, emn fuck, where my fingers are," I appealed, as my following climax gained momentum.

"So what's with Mr Arnold," Ray intoned, as he began undoing his jeans belt, then the button and fly, followed by Mike.

"Him," I exclaimed dismissively. "He's away two weeks at a time. When he is here, he makes a piss poor job of fucking me," I told them, as I removed both my lacy top and then my g-string.

"Let's see these lovely cocks of yours," I enthused, as I knelt down expectantly in front of them on the shag pile carpet.

"They're nice and big," I regaled, as, and with a hand almost around each, I began stroking them.

"I think I'll taste this one first," I presently crooned, dropping my head towards Ray's statuesque cock and soon consuming the head.

"Urmn," I continually moaned and murmured, as I slid my lips up and down its length, and all the while doing likewise with my hand around Mike's shaft.

"Play with your tits, Simone," Mike gestured, when I traced my tongue tip around his knob.

"You want to stick this hard cock of yours in between them," I intoned; whereupon, Mike's face lit up like that of a boy having been left alone in a sweet shop.

With my hands now supporting and caressing both my breasts, I motioned my head, mouth and lips back and forth along Mike's lengthy erection, enough that I was able to build up the required saliva to ease the path when he did subsequently tit fuck me.

"Oooh yes," I drooled, as I took myself from his slick dick. As I did so, I slavered some onto his cockhead before directing some more, along with that which was hanging from my lower lip and chin, onto the valley between my tits.

"There you go," I proffered, and soon I had my breasts pushed up against Mike's length as he slid it up and down, back and forth between them - my open mouth catching the glans as he swung himself up and forwards.

"You want to cum," I intoned, as his strokes became somewhat determined.

"Please, Simone," Mike appealed. And within a short while he was gushing streams of hot cum over my face, mouth and tits.

"I'm far from finished with you," I minded Mike, and then had the pair of them follow me to my bedroom - the three of us fully naked and with Mike's spunk lingering on my body.

Almost reclined on a spacious bed, I beckoned them closer. I then had Ray get between my thighs and eat my pussy while I once more took Mike's flaccid cock into my mouth and sucked it back to life; life, in that it was lively enough to give me the long hard fucking I craved for.

"Oooh yes, now my ass," I presently told Ray, and then raised my thighs enough that he could get at my tight cranny.

"Just your fingers," I responded, when I felt him slide two of his manly thick fingers into my tight little asshole, and then returned to fellating Mike's once more proud erection.

"You ready to get fucked yet, Simone," Mike angled.

"I've been ready since yesterday," I told him, and then got up on all fours, offering myself to them like the horny married slut of woman I am.

"Let me get a mouthful of your cock again," I appealed to Ray, my back turned towards Mike, who soon had his cock up inside me.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your hard cocks," I encouraged them, before once more encompassing Ray's cock with my mouth and lips.

Back and forth, in and out of my wanton mouth and horny wet pussy they fucked their cocks at me and in me, an exhilarating climax soon welling up, aided by three of Mike's fingers in my backside.

My one and only experience of ass sex was far from a pleasant one. Roger, a fellow pupil, who had a thick cock for his age, encouraged me to try it one day. It hurt; I told him it hurt, but he kept on pushing that big dick of his up me. I thought he was going to split me in two. Now, the only thing I‘ll trust are fingers, such as that of Ray and Mike, here, and the slender toy I have.

"Oooh, yeah, yes, make me cum on that hard cock of yours," I called back to Mike, who then thrust his dick hard and fast into me; Ray, for his part, returning his to my mouth and then using his hands to motion me back and forth along its length.

"Most of the women we know, like a bit of ass play," Ray mentioned, almost as if in passing, as I more than he continued to afford myself a mouthful of his warm hard dick.

"They're shaved, almost, as well," he added.

"I take it you fuck around with a lot of your clients," I exclaimed, before encouraging Mike to fuck me, and returning to sucking Ray.

"Only if they're that way inclined...like you, Simone," Mike uttered, only to then remove his cum sticky manhood from my wet pussy and invite Ray to try me.

"I've got a slender toy you can use," I confessed, and, avoiding the school issue, directed Ray as to where I kept it.

"I quite like watching a woman fuck herself in the ass," Mike uttered, only for Ray's expression to mind him of his remark, I noticed.

"That's okay, guys, I don't mind; in fact I'll no doubt get off on you watching me - I have so far," I assured them, before feasting on the lovely Ray's bulbous knob end and then his shaft.

"Urmngh," I muttered, as I licked and sucked it between my fervoured lips.

"Hurmngh," I then vociferated, when Mike slid the cold, compared to that of his cock fucking my horny pussy, toy into my backside - my tight little asshole.

"Oh fuck, yes, more," I cried out. Having only had the experience of two cocks inside me - mouth and pussy - the third, the toy, in my ass was contributing to a most glorious feeling inside me.

"Oh yeah, that's it, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck me, guys," I continued to encourage them, and shortly thereafter, I was carried away on a voluptuous wave of euphoria.

"She's cum—again!" exclaimed Mike, no doubt from my contractions and my slick juices on his stone hard fucking cock.

"Yes, fuck, I, I, have," I mumbled, as I licked and then sucked on Ray's ball sac and its contents; two big balls, each full of hot creamy spunk.

"Let's see you fuck your ass now, Simone," Mike suggested, and then directed me to once more lay on my back with my legs and ass in the air.

"Let me suck your cock, though," I rejoined, as I set about reposing myself to his liking.

"Sure. What about Ray, though," he enquired of his colleague, who'd otherwise be left out.

"That's okay. I'm sure Simone won't mind me if I play with her breasts," the blue-eyed young Ray proffered.

"Mind, no, of course, not," I intoned. And shortly thereafter I was getting a mouthful of Mike's chopper as I slid the toy back and forth of my asshole and all while Ray pleasured my firm palpitating tits, and even found the necessary skills to stroke my distended clit; that's multi-tasking for you - well, me in fact.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," I moaned, as a prolonged climax shuddered through me.

"Fuck me, Ray, give me some more of your cock," I appealed, my pussy, not so much my pleasured clit, feeling somewhat neglected.

Having drawn me around and with my head part hung over the edge, it was clear what Mike had in mind - for his cock, anyway.

Still working the toy back and forth of my ass, Ray was soon between my open thighs and fucking me with alacrity; his breathing becoming noticeably ragged as he did. Suspended above me, I caught site of Mike's pulsating dick as he lowered himself and the glans towards my part open mouth, which welcomed his turgid cockhead followed by that of his shaft, inside.

"Glug," I swallowed, as I felt it graze against my epiglottis a couple of times before presently easing past it. Thankfully, Mike wasn't that long, not enough to fuck my throat anyway, and so he contented himself with what he had, fucking his warm man meat back and forth while Ray did likewise to my foaming pussy and I used the toy on my ass.

"Time's getting on, Ray," Mike uttered. "I dare say Simone wants something filling for lunch," he added, concernedly, as he once more fucked his cock into me from behind - again with me on all fours.

"I'm going to need a shower afterwards, guys. You're welcome to cum in my mouth," I proffered, and shortly afterwards, I was knelt up on the bed with Ray on my left and Mike on the other side; stroking each warm pulsating cum slick cock with deft determination to have them shoot their sticky load in my mouth.

"Ooh yeah, that's it, give me your hot cum," I encouraged Ray; he needing little more else as I felt his erection repeatedly pulse in my hand.

"Oooh, fuck! Yeah," I exclaimed, after the first warm gush landed on my tongue. That was then followed by several more as I continued to stroke his shaft and milk his creamy essence from him, and all while I applied a slower rhythm to that of Mike's - they not being the only ones to multi-task.

"Oh, fuck, yes, warm, creamy," I regaled, when, and for the second time that day, Mike delivered a second load and in a copious amount of streams.

After lunch, and with their continued presence making me once again horny, I took them a mug of tea each, wearing nothing more than a ‘fuck me' smile and a pair of black slingbacks with a stiletto heel.

Each of them thanked me with a pleasant smile as they took the offered mug from my grasp, minding me of why they were there, the bush, and not my raven one.

Back inside and once more on the sofa, I subsequently pondered who to call the following week before David's return, only to then realise that I had yet to pay Ray and Mike for their much laboured work.

"Oh guys," I called out to them...!