Harvest Moon: Wife Pays the Workmen by Matt Coolomon

Author:Matt Coolomon [Coolomon, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-12T00:00:00+00:00

Kylie

I was still buzzing with excitement from flashing the guys and being fingered and fucked by my husband as I drove back to the house.

I had a few hours free to do some housework, prep some other food and bake some cakes before taking the guys coffee and snacks at about 8pm.

I wasn’t planning to show my boobs again. I figured I would keep that to once a day and was going to do it next at breakfast, when I hoped to be fingered again by Noah and possibly Jarrod as well.

I was thinking I could stand close to each of them at different times and let them play up the leg of my pyjama shorts.

Ooh I loved the feel of that – how crude and naughty it was. It was thrilling with my husband’s crew and with the dirty old man trucker at work.

I’ve always loved being fingered. Ever since boys started doing that to me at school, all clumsy and invasive, but so dirty too!

I guess I’ve always been turned on by being touched fully clothed. Under my skirt or in through a blouse and under a bra.

I’d been behaving myself with the lengths of my skirts and dresses since getting married. That was until Mr Henman had us fitted for new uniforms at the diner and inadvertently found my weakness.

I once let a friend of my father’s finger me on a night train. We were travelling all day and night and I was seated between my dad and his friend. His friend had always looked at me in that certain way whenever he had a chance and it used to excite me.

I was eighteen at the time, he was in his late forties. He was a strong attractive man and quite domineering with my father.

Dad was asleep and I was curled up facing him with my back to his friend. He started lightly stroking and stopped a few times to check my reaction. I would just look at him and will him to keep going.

He would start again and I’d close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying not to move and wake my father.

This other man caressed up the back of my thighs until I was a mass of tingles then he slipped a finger under the edge of my panties. I remember I was as wet as I am every time these men do it to me now.

I could hear how squelchy I was as he fiddled inside me. I lay there petrified the sound of my pussy juice would wake my dad or draw the attention of people in the seats in front of us.

We were under my blanket. I had my dress up my back and my panties around my knees where he’d pulled them down to.

The man played in me and rubbed my clit and fingered me for his own entertainment for ages. He never did anything hard enough to make me orgasm, instead he kept me on edge for what seemed like half the night.

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