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Sex Story of The Month
Tools of the Trade
After a long day of work, the last thing I want to think about is more construction – unless, of course, my wife uses my own trade to seduce me. But my woman knows me and she knows what I like. So even though I didn’t want to think about work on that particular night, I changed my mind completely when I saw her in my uniform.
I was washing my hands in the kitchen sink, scrubbing off remnants of sweat and grime and dirt that accumulated throughout the day. When I heard her voice sweetly call out, “Honey, did you remember to bring home the caulk?” I grimaced even as I laughed. I know, I know. Even after 15 years in the trade, I still can’t talk about caulking without laughing. At the same time, 15 years of caulking takes the sexy right out of the word. So as I thought about what possible chores and hard labor my wife had in store for me, I never expected our caulk talk to suddenly center on my cock.
She knew what she was doing, though, and my thoughts evaporated when she walked into the room. Leaning against the doorframe, my angelic devil was wearing nothing but my hardhat, my tool belt, and my safety vest. She would have probably worn my work boots if they weren’t so big on her small feet, but I’m glad she didn’t. Her stiletto knee-high boots were much more appealing.
Acutely aware that the water was still running, I stared at her, just taking in the sight. My woman in my uniform – I never knew my everyday equipment could be so hot. Oh, but it was. Instead of wearing a t-shirt under the orange vest like I do, she wore the vest open, revealing a vast valley of perfect cleavage. My tool belt hung crooked around her hips, exposing just the right amount of pelvic bone and ass cheek. My hardhat dipped too low on her head, covering all but her raven pigtails, her fluttering eyelashes, and the reddest lips I had ever seen. And in her hand she held my caulking gun, looking innocent as she squirted a thin dollop of white goo across a crack in the hallway wall and said, “I really need more caulk.” She stepped fully into the kitchen, putting the caulking gun on the table as she finished, “And I really want that cock to be yours.”
That was all I needed to hear. That was all I needed to know. She wanted cock and mine was hers for the taking.
Never saying a word, I pulled her hard against my chest, slamming my lips into hers. Our tongues moved together, brutal yet gentle, as if they couldn’t decide whether they wanted to battle or dance. I kept her head to mine, clutching onto the unfamiliar feeling of the hardhat, and reaching with my other hand to graze my fingers over her pert nipple. It hardened beneath my touch and gave her a little shudder, instigating me to pull her out of the confines of the vest so I could fully access her heaving tits.
Pulling away to look at her body, I swooped my arms around the small of her back and her knees, lifting her onto our granite counter. Something about the contrast of her warm, soft skin and the cold, hard granite made me want her even more.
She ran her nails over my back, clawing at my shirt, as I caressed one perfect breast with my hand and took her other nipple into my mouth. I backed off for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime while she yanked my shirt over my head before pulling me back to her tits. Continuing to rub and lick and suck, I moved my other hand down her belly, flipping the pockets of the tool belt up so I could see all of her. And once I saw her newly waxed pussy calling to me like the Holy Grail, I was on my knees with no thought on my mind but pleasing her.
I spread her lips apart, licking circles and planting kisses over the inner folds of her pussy. She bent her knees so her heels locked into the drawer handles, exposing every inch of herself even more. Utilizing my new angle, I stroked two fingers back and forth from her clit to her opening, never really stopping to pay full attention to either part that cried out for me. Her hips bucked, beseeching me to please her, and I was in no position to deny her request.
This time I moved my fingers with purpose, thrusting them into the depths of her pussy. She let out a guttural moan as I curled them inside her, taunting her g-spot with every muscle in my fingers. I moved my mouth to her clit licking around it in circles at first and then zoning in on my target. I kept my tongue pointed as it slid back and forth over her clit, making sure my fingers kept their tempo. As her thighs started to tremble, I gently sucked her clit into my mouth, sending her into an explosive frenzy. Her hips jerked, her back arched, and her head lolled back. She rolled out the waves of her orgasm, uttering strings of words that never made a real sentence, and then looked at my head nestled between her thighs, giving me a slightly dazed look.
I rose from my knees keeping my eyes locked on hers as I undid my belt and took off my pants. Like a hunter searching for buried treasure, my cock jutted towards her pussy, begging to be invited into the glimmering cave that held all the treasure I ever wanted.
At first she nodded, still panting verbal hieroglyphics that could not paint a complete picture, and I prepared to enter her. But her resolve returned, bringing some of her brainpower back with it, and she stopped me. Moving her knees to free her heels, she said, “No. Not yet.” Her devilish smile returned as she continued, “Today I’m wearing the pants – or at least the belt – in this family.” Hopping off the counter and pushing me down into a chair, she finished, “And I still really want your cock.”
When she dropped to her knees, mimicking the position I was in only moments before, it struck me that I hadn’t spoken in over a half hour. I felt like I should say something. Anything. But as her lips descended around my dick, leaving a trail of smearing red lipstick in its wake, the best thing I could come up with was a meek, “Yes please.”
And please me, she did. She moved her head in corkscrew patterns up and down my cock, licking the throbbing vein down my shaft as she did so. She was all hands and tongue and lips, making it hard for me to tell where one part of her ended and another began. Wrapping her fingers around the base of my dick, she pulled the skin taut while she expertly handled my balls. All the while, her head and tongue moved in that hypnotizing spiral pattern that kept me under her spell.
I knew I was going to cum and I was going to cum soon. Every new lick and suck made that fact clearer. But I wasn’t ready for this to end just yet. I wanted to cum – believe me, I did – but I wanted to cum inside her.
Using all the willpower I possessed, I gently took hold of her head and stopped her, much to my cock’s dismay. Finally getting oral in the traditional sense, I pulled her to her feet and said, “I need to be fucking you.”
Sensing the seriousness in my eyes or the urgency in my voice, she quietly nodded. And then she was on top of me with a ferocity that showed how similar our needs really were.
Gripping my shoulders, she lowered herself onto my dick, wrapping her legs around the back of the chair. She moved up and down, forward and back, rocking her body so close against me that my cock felt like it was actually part of her pussy. I plunged my hips up and down, meeting her tempo, and then giving her a swift slap on the ass to make the moment my own. She moaned as I rubbed the spot I had hit, making sure to mix that bit of pain with far more pleasure.
Keeping up the battle for control, she moved her hardhat to the table and shifted her position so her legs went straight out and her back was against my knees. I held onto her pigtails like they were soft handlebars, gently tugging her towards me as my cock moved deeper inside her. 
She pushed her hands against the floor, arching her body into a near backbend and I released her hair in favor of her tits. I grabbed at them, eager as a teenage boy but as experienced as a man, rubbing and pinching and squeezing at her nipples. I used my other hand to push down on her belly while my thumb played with her clit, mentally congratulating myself as her pleasured moans turned into needy whimpers. It took all my self-control not to cum right then and there.
I continued rubbing her clit careful not to change my rhythm as my shaft continued pumping deeper and deeper into her. Her whimpers continued, urging me to keep going, and when I didn’t think I could hold back anymore, she was cumming again. I felt her pussy contracting around my cock, squeezing it in all the right ways, and then I was cumming with her. My shoulders tensed and my toes curled, my mind lost in a haze of bliss while my other head was lost in a sea of her juices and mine – the perfect mix.
Still breathing heavily, I pulled her up so she was sitting on me once again, and I wiped away a piece of sweaty hair that stuck to her forehead. I picked up the hardhat that she had tossed on the table and put it back on her head, giving her a mischievous grin as I felt my power of speech returning. Wiping the sweat from her brow, I adjusted the hat and said, “Now you look like a real carpenter.”
She gave me an exhausted giggle and removed the hardhat to put it on my head. Returning my grin, her eyes twinkled as she said, “I may be a good screw, but I’ll never be a good carpenter.” She gave me a brief kiss on the lips and as she got up from my lap that devilish look returned to her eyes as she said, “And you, Mr. Carpenter, really do need to caulk that hole in the hallway.”
I shook my head as she walked away, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. Removing my hardhat and stretching my legs, I looked at the caulking gun on the other side of the table. I couldn’t help but laugh. Earlier that night I wanted nothing less than to think about work. But after the experience I just shared with my wife, I decided that a little caulk never hurt anyone – especially not when my cock felt so satisfied.
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