We expected the electricians to arrive early in the morning, but, as they were running late, they called ahead, giving us a heads-up on their expected arrival. This gave us plenty of time to start the day on a relaxing note, so soon after breakfast, I took my wife's hand, led her to the bathroom, and we had a shower together. We often showered together, loving the intimacy, the gentle touches, and the feeling of each other's body.
We were about to dress when I suggested we should have an easy day, relax, and put our feet up, for we did not work that day, as we took the day off knowing the electricians would be here most of the day. She agreed and slipped on a sexy summer dress while I found a shirt and jeans. Of course, I did notice she had not put on anything under her dress, no panties, no bra, and that made me excited, excited enough to want to feel her up all day. She knew very well what she was doing to me by the way she teased.
We were having our second coffee mid-morning when we heard a knock on the front door and a male voice calling out. It was the electrician who, opening the front door, walked in and followed me to the kitchen while I offered him a cup of coffee. He happily accepted it, and we chatted for some time, standing around the island bench. I stood next to my wife, and I could not help but feel the urge to squeeze her bum, so I slid my hand over her round arse and did so, making her smile as she glanced at me lovingly.
I didn't know if he noticed it, but it felt exciting to do so while he was standing on the other side of the bench. He said he would be working alone, as his partner could not make it because he'd had some family issues. He warned us the job would take longer on his own and he would probably work right into the night, maybe even come back another day, and he wasn't wrong about that, although he did not stay too late on the day.
It was early evening, and it was getting darker outside as the sun dipped behind the horizon. We sat on the couch in the living room with half a bottle of wine on the table and glasses in our hands. My arm was around my wife's shoulders while I softly kissed her lips between words as we cuddled. I heard a knock on the door that made me glance towards it and saw the sparky enter. He was updating us on the work he had done, telling us the electricity was back on for now and asked us if it was okay if he came back another day to finish the job, more precisely, the following Saturday.
I asked him to come in and told him to have a seat, offering him a drink. He asked if we had beer, so I went to the kitchen to fetch one. On returning, I switched on a lamp next to the couch when I noticed my wife was giggling and blushing while her black mule was seductively dangling on her toes. I did not ask about it, and after handing him the drink, I sat beside her, putting my arm around her shoulder and softly kissed her cheek.
We chatted for a while, the conversation flowed smoothly, and we found out he was in his early 60s, close to retirement, but not keen to do so. He loved his job, giving him a reason to get up in the morning. When my wife asked about his wife and children, he told us he had been separated for ten years since the kids had moved out. They only stayed together for the sake of the children.
He asked about us, and we told him we had been married for nine years. We got married the day after my wife graduated from uni. We had no children, as we were busy in our respective careers and loved our social lives. He asked how old we were, and she told him she was 30 and I was 32. He said there was plenty of time for children then the conversation turned to our jobs.
It was getting late, and he excused himself, saying it had been a long day, and he felt knackered after working all day, replacing the old crumbled wiring to the back rooms. "It had not been easy on my own," he added. As he was leaving, he told us he would return the following Saturday to wrap up the job if that suited us. I looked at my wife and said to him that it was fine.
As we lay in bed that night, my arms around her, we softly kissed and chatted. The conversation steered to the evening, and I told her that while we conversed with the electrician, I was fantasising about kissing her on the couch while edging the hem of her dress up on her thighs, exposing her naked pussy to him, who, not being shy, kneeled between her legs, pushed them apart, and kissed her inner thighs on his way to her hot, shaved pussy. She did not say anything, just reached for my cock and gently squeezed it.
"I see you like the idea of him licking my pussy," she said, smirking.
In return, I ran my fingers over her pussy, feeling her drenched folds while a soft moan left her lips when my finger touched her clit.
"I guess I am not the only one," I replied, and with that, I rolled on top of her, pinning her down onto the white sheet of the bed.
Moving my groin back and forth, I slid the underside of my hard cock on her pussy, her folds, and clit, passionately kissing her lips, her face, and her ear while her hands were pinned next to her head.
"You'd like your cunt being eaten out by the sparky as I kiss you, wouldn't you?" I said, nibbling on her ear.
"Yes, I would. Fuck me. Put your cock into my waiting wet cunt," she said, showing urgency in her voice. "Fuck your slut."
"Is it me who is about to fuck you or the sparky?" I asked.
"It is for me to know and you to ponder," she said with foggy eyes. "Fuck me, fuck this slut."
I reached for my cock and guided it to her vagina, sliding in easily, all the way. We fucked long and hard, kissed with abundance, came hard and lay in each other's arms, falling asleep eventually.
The days passed fast, it was already Saturday, and we expected the electrician to finish the job that day. We did not speak again about the fantasy we'd had that night in bed. Just as we'd finished our lunch, the sparky knocked on the front door, and he was right on time. He was on his own again. We offered him a drink, but he just wanted to get on with the job and walked to the back of the house. We did not see him the rest of the afternoon, only heard his work now and then.
As the evening approached, the electrician told us he had turned the power back on, would finish in an hour or so, and just needed to tidy up. I suggested to my wife that we retire to the entertainment room and watch a movie since it was already too late to go out. She walked to our bedroom after telling me she wanted to take a brief shower, alone.
I heard the water running in the bathroom and the hairdryer going moments later, taking the opportunity, I freshened up in the other bathroom we had in the house and made some popcorn. Setting the popcorn, the wine, and the glasses on the table, I wondered what had taken her so long. I didn't have to ponder much longer as I heard the sounds of heels on the parquet in the corridor.
"You are stunning, Baby," I uttered when I saw her round the door.
She blow-dried her hair, fluffing it up the way I loved it, giving it volume while freely flowing onto her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her smokey eye makeup was striking, while her lips were bright red, creating a strong contrast to her eyes, and she also applied a hint of red blush on her cheeks as a final touch. I loved when she went for the smokey eye look when she made up her face like that. She knew I was a visual man finding it a real turn-on and appreciated her efforts.
Her short wrap-around dress accentuated her curves while showing off her fabulous legs and allowing a generous amount of cleavage to be seen. My attention did not miss that she was wearing silky, beige nylons on her shapely legs and even wore her gold, sky-high stiletto mules, which made her legs look a mile long, her leg muscles prominent. She spun around in front of me, the dress flared out, revealing she was wearing stay-up stockings and asked me if I approved.
"I love it, Baby. You are the woman of my fantasies," I said.
She sat beside me on the loveseat and softly kissed my cheek.
