I’ve seen it over and over. A fat-cat doctor dumps his first wife, and before you know it he’s hooked up with a trophy piece of ass.

I work construction and, not surprisingly, many of my jobs are remodels or additions to some doctor’s house.

The last job I was on, I arrived at the site on the first day just in time to see some out-of-shape, balding M.D. type getting into his fancy upscale car and hustling off to make his rounds. Well, I went right to work, and with the summer heat, it wasn’t long before I had worked up a sweat, so I took off my shirt. Now I work hard, so I have to say that my well-muscled physique is nicely tanned and trim.

Around ten o’clock I glanced over at the house and through the picture window saw the doctor’s young trophy wife, dressed in a skimpy housecoat and apparently just getting up. I imagined it would be another tough day for her — at the pool, or the mall, or the gym, spending her old man’s hard-earned money. I only hoped for his sake that she was spreading her legs for him when he got home. I thought I caught her glancing my way through the large window, and may-be she was, since just a little while later she made her appearance at the pool.

She looked expensive all right, with bleached-blond shoulder-length hair, small tits, a narrow waist and curvy hips. She had full lips, the kind that look good wrapped around a hard shaft. Her tits looked real, and except for the nipples they were pretty much revealed by the small triangles that constituted the top of her bathing suit. A triangle almost as small covered her pussy. I wished I was the guy who got to wax her cunt hair.

I knew she was aware that I was watching her, and to rub it in she slowly stretched and turned around, showing me her ass cheeks, bisected by her tiny thong. There were no tan lines that I could see. Probably none at all, since the yard was very private and perfect for nude sunbathing. I couldn’t help but continue to admire the view as she lay down on a lounge chair, sweat glistening on her smooth flesh. When she looked over at me, I didn’t turn my eyes away. She smiled, a full, gleaming smile, then wet her lips with her tongue. Then, slowly, she got up and strolled -toward me.

With each step she took, the bulge in my jeans got larger.

She scanned me up and down, her eyes lingering a bit at my bulge. She didn’t stop when she reached me but passed by, so close that I could feel her heat. Then she turned back toward her lounge chair. But now she looked back over her shoulder and motioned for me to follow her. So far neither of us had said a word. I still didn’t say anything as I followed her to the deck chairs. There she turned, motioning me to come closer. When I was standing before her, she reached out and slowly unzipped my jeans. I was already shirtless, and my low-rise briefs couldn’t disguise my interest.

She seemed delighted with the length and thickness of my shaft, and before I knew it, she had pushed my jeans and undershorts down and, sitting down on one of the deck chairs, wrapped her full lips around the head of my meat stick. Her tongue flicked and teased it, making it stiffen even further. When she felt me getting hard, she slowly slid her mouth down the length of my dick. I don’t know where she put it all, but she took it down to the root with no problem at all!

There’s just so much teasing I can take, so I took hold of her blonde locks and pumped myself into her, fucking her throat. I heard her moaning around my dick, and I knew she was loving it. I doubted whether her old man was getting the same kind of blowjob action I was enjoying. Well, too bad for him. When she began to pant loudly through her nose, I figured it was time to back off a little. Besides, I wanted to sample her other holes. When I let go of her head, she lay back on the lounge chair and looked dreamily upward toward the blue sky, while I enjoyed the view of her body. Since she had done such a nice job for me, I thought it only fair to return the favor.

I drew her legs apart, giving me a perfect view of her pinkness. My fingers explored her pussy, now and again pulling out to spread some of her wetness over her clit. All I heard was low moans as she arched and rotated her hips under my exploring fingers. She smelled wonderful, a mix of perfume and sun lotion. I decided to see how she tasted. With my fingers now ramming in and out of her juice box, I slowly tongued her clit, with amazing results. Not all women squirt when they come, but this girl certainly did. My hand was soaked by her secretions, so I brought it to her mouth and let her lick her own juices off my fingers. This turned her on even more, and her moans got louder, to the point where I wondered if the neighbors might hear.

My shaft was getting impatient to probe her pussy, so that was the next thing on my agenda. As wet as she was, my thick rod slid fairly easily into her more-than-ready cunt. I lifted her legs and pushed them back, holding them wide so I could thrust more fully into her, and she helped me by tightening her cunt muscles to give me a squeeze. I think they teach that trick in the How to Marry Rich class, so the girls can keep their sugar daddies panting for more.

I fucked her that way for about ten minutes, slowly at first, then speeding up and really pounding it to her as she urged me on. My dick was still rock-hard, and as much as I was enjoying her very wet and squirmy cunt, I started thinking about a tighter hole — one her old man likely hadn’t visited. I loved the look of her pink and puckered back door. She must have been reading my mind, because she reached down with both hands to spread her ass cheeks as wide as they would go.

I guided my pole in slowly at first and then, as her asshole expanded to make room for my probing dick, I gave it to her more vigorously. Her moans turned into high-pitched cries of passion, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. Jism spurted from my shaft, jet after jet of hot cream shooting up into her narrow passage. I pulled out before the last couple of spurts, just to give her a little bit of a facial to remember me by. As I did so, she eagerly took my pole down her throat and swallowed whatever jism I had left to give her.

We rested awhile, and then I said I’d better get back to work. The lady said that if I wanted to take another break later in the day, she would be waiting for me. Without any hesitation I told her she could count on it.

— N.F., Flagstaff, Arizona