It was another stinking hot Perth day and without the aircon I was getting uncomfortably hot on the sofa reading Fifty Shades of Grey. "How's the book going?" the electrician interrupted my flight in Christian Grey's helicopter. I looked up and, convinced the cover of the book looked innocent enough, murmured a noncommittal response. "There really must be something in it - that Mummy-porn is taking the suburbs by storm" he persisted. Fuck, he knew what I was reading! I blushed, but tried to shut him up with "how about you focus on your work before you electrocute yourself!" Now I was riled and finding it difficult to focus on Grey’s hotel room. My mind wandered as I noticed Ben was amused, and I suspected might even be flirting with me. He clearly had a gym fit body that his stubbies and singlet weren't doing much to hide. This could get interesting, I thought. However, getting the lights installed was also important so I entertained his banter for a while longer before going into the bedroom and selecting my favourite lingerie - just in case.

Eventually Ben asked to use the bathroom. "Sure", I replied, "the en-suite's the only one with natural light so just go through the bedroom. Have a shower too if you want to cool yourself down. You look like you need it,” I added ambiguously. I think he got the message. I wandered out to the carport from where I could surreptitiously glance through the bathroom window. He was soaping himself up in the shower, spending much longer than necessary on his cock and balls. As he turned slowly around I could see he was already sporting a huge semi. I was transfixed - this was too good to pass up. I slipped down to my La Perlas and breezed into the bathroom "do you need a hand with that?" I enquired with what I hoped was a sultry smile as I stepped into the shower. As he kissed me I felt his cock pressing against my tummy. I knelt down to take him in my mouth, but with the water showering down it was difficult not to choke. We headed straight to the bed, and by now I was soaking wet and ready for his cock.

My husband Joe had always fantasised about me having a toy-boy, and I didn't want him to miss out entirely. I quietly speed-dialed his number as we hopped into bed, and flicked it to loudspeaker mode. Later Joe said he picked it up in the car, and couldn't believe his luck when he worked out what was happening. He raced home and then wondered how to approach the situation. He looked through the crack in the curtains, listened intently and decided to let us finish. At Ben's youthful age this didn't take long, and he was soon flooding my pussy with his spunk. My husband called out hello from the front door, and Ben panicked. He jumped into his clothes, and hopped out of the window before I could convince him to relax. Joe came through to the bedroom, kissed my lips and then dived between my legs to taste the man's cum. He was rock hard and raised himself up to plunge his cock into my overflowing pussy…