I reached over in bed to find my husband and found the bed empty. Hmmm. Where could he be? I sat up, the strap on my satin pink nighty falling off my shoulder exposing a breast. I moved my vision to the window and saw that he was trying to get the lawnmower started. Hmmm. I thought. He must be going golfing later.What a pity.I reached under the bed where I kept my new favorite book, Fifty Shades of Grey, and slipped off my pink satin so I could enjoy the peace of the book how I liked: naked.I spread my legs and placed two fingers in me. Damn, just the thought of reading about sex made me wet. My pussy was soaked.“Ding Dong!” The doorbell jarred me out of the lovely foreplay.I jumped up slightly annoyed and put a loose sundress over me from yesterday. It was black with large sunflowers everywhere. I thought it was funny.Starting to get a little Ataşehir Escort more annoyed because my fingers were still wet and this might take me out of my morning fun while my husband was busy thinking about the grass, I yanked open the door and said, “Can I help you?”The shocked look on the handyman’s face relaxed me. Ooops. That’s right, our garbage disposal.“Sorry, just caught me busy. Come on in. It’s right over here.” I could feel his eyes on me. Damn, he was sexy. What’s not to like about a guy who works with his hands all day? My dress suddenly felt very short and I was happy about it.I hastily looked at the cabinet. It was open but neither one of us had emptied it. I knelt down and started to empty it when I noticed he was looking down at me, my dress had come undone a little and my breasts Ataşehir Escort Bayan were spilling out, I had visibly hard nipples. I hastily closed the dress with just one button up and continued emptying the cabinet. I looked to my left and there it was, the guy’s cock was so hard. My breath hitched and my eyes glazed over.“Ma’am.” He pointed to the cabinet. Holding his tools up.I wanted more than those tools.“Oh, uh, yes.” I stood up and moved out of the way. He moved to the ground, lay on his back, and began working on the disposal.I looked out and saw that my husband was blissfully mowing the lawn, headphones in. He was probably listening to a book. Hmmm…maybe I should give him Fifty Shades of Grey. I shook the notion out, that was not his idea of fun.“Ma’am. Ma’am?” I shook my head and looked Escort Ataşehir down. “Could you turn the water on?”I looked at where he was and where the faucet was. There was nothing to be done for it. I had to straddle him just to reach it. I moved one leg on either side of his body and switched the water on. I swallowed hard and looked at him. “How does it look down there? Do you think it’s an easy fix?”His voice was a big husky when he replied, “It looks fabulous and I look forward to fixing it.” I moved my body back from the straddle I was standing in, thinking his chest would still be there and instead I looked down to see his face. I blushed. I don’t think that was the answer I was expecting but it’s the one I was hoping for. He had seen how wet I was under the dress. I could feel my pussy pulsing in want and need and so could he.A knock came at the window, I was snapped out of my daydream about my throbbing pussy and looked over at the window. There was my husband. I leaned over and opened the window when suddenly the handyman dragged his hand up my aching leg and placed his fingers in my wet throbbing mound. I let out an “Oh Fuck” moan.