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Ok, I admit it. I am 50 years old and I have only been with one man, ever. My husband. Lately we have been having some intimacy issues. Sex lately has just been boring. He’s on, does his thing, and off. I don’t seem satisfied anymore. I am not really sure what to do. We got married young, raised our children, and now the house is empty and so is our sex. I began reading romance novels. He began fiddling with woodworking on the weekends. I had to quit working last year due to an injury to my back so I sit home all day and read. Then it happened. The light in the kitchen started blinking and sparking. My husband called an electrician who said he could come the next day. I have always been nervous around men who were not my husband so my husband asked if I wanted him to take the next day off work. I said no I would be fine. The next day, I was watching the clock. Martin the electrician would be here around 3. As I was waiting for him I kept saying his name to myself so I wouldn’t forget who I was expecting. Martin. Martin I might be getting old, but I ain’t dead yet. He was at least 6’4 and only 170 or 180 pounds. I could just imagine under that uniform was tight abs, tight thighs…….oh my, I haven’t been this hot in forever! Must be the romance books I’ve been reading. No man has been able to turn me on like this since my husband years ago. He smiled his gorgeous smile and asked where the problem was. I showed him to the light and he got right to work. 15 minutes later he was done. I offered him some lemonade. He readily accepted it. I said I would offer him something stronger but I assumed he wasn’t allowed to drink on the job. “Actually ma’m, you are my last client for today. I am done for the day.” “Oh! Would you like to clean up and I will get you a real drink?” He smiled and asked to be shown to the bathroom. I showed him to the bathroom and then the guest room. “There are towels in here if you would like to take a shower. I wouldn’t mind washing your uniform for you. There is a robe in the guest room.” He smiled and went into the guest room. I walked to the kitchen to get his drink. What am I doing? I’m flirting! I am a married woman and I’m flirting! What would my husband say if he could see me now? I returned to the guest room to find that he was in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and he called out to come in. “Where are you clothes so I can wash them?” “They are just behind the door.” “oh yes, I see them. Your drink is on the counter.” I took his clothes to the washer and returned to the livingroom. I tried to read but couldn’t concentrate. Oh for heaven’s sake. He was just being nice and probably thankful that some customers still have manners. I suddenly remembered I put my wallet down in the bathroom and I needed to pay him for his services. Without thinking I walked into the bathroom just in time to see him getting out of the shower. I froze. Then I started to panic. “ooh! I’m sorry! I just for-forgot my wallet.” His cock was big and straight and I wasn’t sure my hand would fit around it. “well now you’ve done it. You have woken someone.” He looked down and my eyes followed. He was swelling and getting harder by the second. “Um, I will leave you and again I’m sorry.” I hadn’t seen any other man than my husband. This guy was intriguing. “Don’t go.” He wasn’t a command but it sounded so welcoming almost. He walked towards me not covering up. He took my hand. “have you ever seen a man that wasn’t your husband?” “No.” He put my hand on his cock and I felt him throb. I didn’t pull away. “May I?” he asked. I slowly nodded, feeling light headed. He put his hand on my waist and slowly moved under my blouse up towards my breasts. I didn’t have a bra on as I was wearing a tank instead since I was lounging at home. He ran his hand up to my breasts and I felt the shock from his fingers straight to my core. He lifted my top and my tank off over my head with one motion. Then suddenly I drew in my breath. What would I tell my husband?? His hand running across my right breast as his mouth found my left breast wiped that thought from my mind. He gently led me to the guest room where he removed my pants. He laid me gently down on the bed. He ran his hand down my stomach to my pussy which was on fire by now. He found my clit and and rubbed his fingers gently over my clit several times listening to my gasps and smiling. Then he found my pussy and pushed his finger gently into me. I couldn’t help it. I came all over his hand. He didn’t seem to mind. He pulled his finger out and then mounted me gently and quietly. I felt his cock as it found its way to my pussy and pushed inward. I came again. He gently pushed a lock of my hair from my face and bent down and kissed me. It was deep and passionate and slow. He gently pushed his cock in and out of me until a furry hit the both of us and then he began to pound me. He pushed so deep and so hard I thought I would never stop cumming. Then I felt him begin to pulsate as he pound and suddenly expel his hot cum deep within me. Afterwards we lay there for a while with him inside me. He was so hot it turned me on in ways I had never had, even with my husband. Then I started to panic. What would I say to my husband? Would he file for divorce? Did I just ruin my almost 30 year marriage? We got up and I got dressed. He put on the robe and I went out and moved his clothes to the dryer. An hour later, we were sipping coffee when I heard the dryer stop and I went out to get his clothes. He got dressed and then thanked me for a wonderful day and kissed me deeply. Then he picked up his tools and walked out the door. I vowed I would tell my husband. Surely he wouldn’t understand. I started dinner and cleaned up everything. My husband walked in and I served up dinner, then I looked up. He had the electrician with him! I was going to die! “Did you have a good day?” My husband asked. Oh god, here it is! He knows! I nodded. “It looks like Martin did good work.” I again nodded at a loss for words. Martin walked towards me. He started talking to my husband as he began to touch me. He wrapped his arms around me facing my husband and said, “She really liked this…..” He began to run those electrifying fingers up towards my breast as he moved slowly around to kiss me. My husband was smiling. Wait. What?! My husband began to speak. “Honey meet Martin. He works in my office. He told me some fascinating stories about threesomes and I wanted to try one, but figured you had to meet him first. Was he good?” “oh yes.” I replied smiling back. The three of us moved into the guest room. As we removed our clothes, Martin guided us into a threesome night that knocked our socks off. Our sex life will never be the same. Now we regularly get a recharge.

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