After many years of struggle and hard work, my husband Bill and I were finally in a position to have a house built just for us.

We consulted a contractor who’d been recommended to us, and construction began in June.

The job was winding down when Sam, the contractor, called one day and asked if I could come by to check out something about the cabinets, as he knew my husband had left town that day on a business trip. I told him I would be there late that afternoon.

Sam was there alone when I arrived at the site, and when I asked him what the problem was, he told me he had already taken care of it. I was puzzled, until he said, “You know, you’re a real hot lady, Kate, and don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you been flaunting that body at me and the guys every time you come around. So let’s go for it, what do you say?” And with that he suddenly put his arm around me and tried to kiss me.

Now I may not be the most faithful wife in the world, but I felt no attraction to this man, and had never thought of him in any sexual way. I immediately pulled away from him and actually slapped his face, telling him in no uncertain terms that I was a married woman and to leave me the hell alone. Then I stormed out.

It wasn’t the fact that Sam had made a pass at me that got me riled up; I’d had plenty of men do that, and a lot of times I’d even accepted. But the crudeness of his approach was just too much. The funny thing was that, especially with my husband away, if he’d used a little more charm he just might have gotten lucky.

I was still a bit upset as I drove home, and I stopped at a neighborhood bar where Bill and I often go for a drink. There I was happy to see a couple I knew, Ellie and Frank, sitting with a rather handsome young man. I stopped to say hello, and was invited to sit down with them. They introduced the young man as Don, explaining that he was the son of a man Frank had known in the service. He was in law school, but was in town to earn some extra money during summer vacation.

Don was pleasant and witty, and the conversation flowed smoothly, until Ellie looked at her watch and said she and Frank had to get going. They said goodbye to Don, saying they had enjoyed meeting him, and then left, leaving the two of us alone.

I was still a little pissed at Sam, and wasn’t ready to go home to an empty house just yet, so I ordered us another round and we continued to talk. Don asked me about myself, and when I told him I was married he looked disappointed. “Oh, that’s too bad,” he said. “I guess I should have noticed the ring on your finger, but I’m glad I found out before I made a real fool of myself.”

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

He shrugged and smiled kind of sheepishly. “Well, you, know,” he mumbled. “I’m a typical guy, right? And I was thinking, here I am with this incredibly hot chick only a couple of years older than me, and I thought maybe if I played my cards right, I might just get lucky. I’m really embarrassed about that, and I apologize. It was really nice meeting you Kate.” And he started to get up.

I reached out and took his hand, saying, “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Don, and you don’t have to apologize. Actually I’m flattered that you feel that way toward me, because I’m a little older than you think I am. You can’t be more that 23, and I’m almost 39.” He looked surprised. “So like I said, I’m rather flattered that you find me attractive in that way.” When he said nothing, I looked into his eyes and murmured, “How would you like to come to my house for dinner? It would just be the two of us, since my husband is out of town for a few days. What do you say?”

A wide smile broke across his face as he settled back in his chair. “I’d like that very much, Kate,” he told me. “In fact, this could turn out to be the highlight of my life.”

“It just might,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Don didn’t have a car, so we drove to my house together. Once there, I immediately got busy fixing us a light dinner, because I knew that once I got my hands on Don’s hot young body I would forget all about eating anything except his cock.

After dinner we sat out on the deck, talking over a glass of wine. I had changed into a pair of cutoff shorts and a low-cut crop top that exposed my flat tummy as well as the upper slopes of my full breasts. It was obvious that Don was nervous and didn’t know whether to make a move or not, so finally I suggested that we take our wine upstairs, where we would be more comfortable.

Well, our wine ended up on the dresser in the master bedroom almost as soon as we got in there. I walked into his arms and we embraced for the first time, our tongues dancing a heated mating ritual that quickly aroused both of us. This young man certainly knew how to get a woman’s blood boiling in a hurry. His hands were all over my body, as though trying to make sure it was all real.

When we broke the kiss I stood quietly and watched as he stripped himself down to his shorts, which bulged in front as they struggled to contain his impressive erection. Then he reached for my top and worked it gently over my head, tossing it aside before reaching to caress my breasts, covered by my brief lacy bra. His fingers lightly tweaked my swollen nipples, bringing soft moans from deep in my throat. Moments later my bra was on the floor, and Don was staring in awe at my firm mounds. “Wow!” he breathed after a minute. “Your breasts are absolutely beautiful!”

He continued to fondle my tits with one hand while undoing my shorts with the other, then used both hands to skin them down my legs, along with my panties, until I kicked them off my feet. At that point he eased me down onto the bed on my back, pushing my knees up against my boobs in his eagerness to get a good look at my pussy. Having lost my modesty years before, I spread my legs wantonly, exposing the fleshy pink gash nestled in my hairy pubis. I heard him moan as he lowered his handsome face to my open crotch.

This man may have been young, but he was damn good at eating pussy. His feathery lips and hot, darting tongue sent ripples of exquisite pleasure throughout my body, until I was so hot I began begging him to fuck me, and to do it right damn now!

As he moved his body up over me I saw that he had discarded his shorts while eating me, and that his stiff cock was at least as big as my husband’s, who sports nearly seven inches. That cock found my entrance easily as Don settled into the cradle of my soft open thighs, and it moved slowly but steadily inside me, until his balls rested in the crack of my upturned ass.

He held himself still for a long moment as we both savored the sensation of his throbbing man meat fully buried in my deliciously stretched pussy. Then he began to move. He pumped slowly at first, but soon he was pounding me like a drum. I could tell he wasn’t going to last very long, so I worked my vaginal muscles to give him as much pleasure as I could. He held out for about 90 seconds before going stiff as his cock throbbed, sending gushes of warm soothing semen splashing off the back wall of my convulsing vagina as I exploded too.

He rolled off and lay beside me as I remained on my back, with come trickling out of my pussy and forming a big wet spot on the sheet. We lay there not speaking for several minutes, until finally I said, “Thank you, Don, that was really good.”

“Yes, it was,” Don said. “I’m sorry I lost it so fast, but it’s been a while for me.”

“That’s okay,” I told him. “We’re in no rush here, Don, and I’m ready to do it again anytime you are.”

Don said that was great, but we’d have to wait a little while for him to recover. I looked down at his crotch, where his dick was already beginning to stir. “That’s not what your cock thinks,” I told him. “Let me give it some encouragement.” I slid down in the bed and crouched over him, taking his dick in my mouth. He gave a mighty groan and arched his hips as I slid my lips down over it as far as I could. I put my tongue to work, and it wasn’t long at all before that pole was rigid again. I would have drunk his come, but he wanted to fuck me again, so I happily lay back and spread my legs for him.

Don stayed overnight with me, and we fucked several more times during the night, and again in the morning. When he left to go to his job I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call me any time.

A few days later Sam called me to tell me they were ready to begin painting the interior of the house, and it was time for me to look at some paint samples. He made a point of saying that if I came out around six o’clock, he would not be there, and I could just meet with the painter. I said fine.

When I got to the house I didn’t see anyone at first, but when I called out, asking if anyone was there, a voice answered me from down in the basement. I went down the stairs, and nearly dropped my purse when I discovered Don, in a pair of stained white coveralls, industriously mixing a can of paint.

He looked just as surprised as I was, but recovered quickly, saying, “Kate, what are you doing here?” I stammered out that this was our new home, my husband’s and mine, and then asked him the same question. Don explained that he had been working as a painter every summer since high school, and that he’d gotten this job through a friend of his father’s. Then we both started laughing.

A minute later he had me bending over a table with my skirt bunched around my waist, my panties around my knees and seven hard inches of young cock buried in my cunt as he fucked me doggie-style.

It took Don seven more weeks to complete painting the house inside and out, along with the garage we’d built out back. He did an excellent job, though it took him a bit longer than he’d expected, due to certain distractions. I went out there almost every day, and if he was not working alone we would sneak off somewhere for a quick fuck. I often saw Sam looking at me when I was there. He never said anything, but I suspected he knew I was boffing Don, and wasn’t very happy about it. Serves him right.