John had installed some video cameras in our bedroom, so that we could watch back future hot wife adventures. And so, when we needed a plumber to fix a problem, it sparked a delicious idea in my mind.

Ryan was in his late twenties, ruggedly good looking, and a real charmer. Because of the need to order some parts, the job had taken several visits, which I had exploited to maximum effect by flirting blatantly with the tradesman. He had responded with some cheekily suggestive comments and very obvious appraisal of my figure.

A week or so later, having partially closed a valve to cause a loss of water pressure in the en suite shower, I called the young plumber in a simulated panic, appealing for him to come around and solve the problem so that I could go out. Reassuring me that he always had time for “his favourite customer,” Ryan confirmed he would be with me in half an hour.

Ryan’s grin grew wide when I opened the front door with my hair in a loose ponytail and dressed in nothing more than a large bath towel. Thanking him profusely for coming in my hour of need, I led the way up the stairs, providing plenty of opportunity for him to stare up under the towel.

Leaving Ryan to his work, I went into the spare room, closed the door, and rang John. Having confirmed that he was not busy and that the office was quiet, with most people working from home, I told my puzzled husband to inform his secretary he was not to be disturbed. “Then, connect to the cameras in our bedroom, and stay on the line. But mute your phone until I tell you. I have a treat for you,” I continued with a naughty giggle.

“All done, Linda,” Ryan confirmed, when I reappeared. “Somehow a valve had closed slightly and that was causing the problem. Simple job.”

“That’s wonderful, Ryan,” I smiled, with apparent relief, “email me the bill, won’t you?” Then, slowly letting the towel fall away, I continued in a sultry murmur, “but perhaps, in the meantime, a little extra something by way of a deposit…”

“You’d like a deposit, you mean,” he winked, drawing near to me; his calloused hands sliding down over my soft skin and settling on the curve of my hips.

“Oh, I insist on having one,” I pouted, pulling the tight T-shirt free from his jeans and lifting it over his head. “Such a toned body; and so many tattoos,” I sighed with admiration, tracing a manicured fingernail down over his sculpted pectoral muscles.

“Guess most of the blokes you know are too posh to go in for tats,” he grinned, stroking my pert buttocks whilst watching me run my fingers down over his taut abdomen.

“I find a bit of rough a real turn-on,” I replied, kissing my way across his inked chest, whilst unbuckling and easing down his ripped jeans.

“Do you like it rough, then, pretty lady,” Ryan muttered hungrily, pulling me to him. With one hand exploring the crevice between my buttocks, he ran the other along my dampening mound, causing me to bite my lip and press against his touch.

“Very rough,” I nodded, reaching down for his hardening member. “The other thing I find a real turn-on is my husband watching me being fucked hard,” I whispered into his ear, whilst circling a fingernail across the underside of his glans. As the young plumber’s eyes widened at my words, I indicated to the cameras. “Isn’t that right, darling,” I asked into my phone, which was linked-up to a Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.

“You crack on and give my wife a good seeing-to, lad,” my husband confirmed, his voice echoing out from the speaker.

“Fucking hell,” Ryan exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief, “and you’re OK with this, mate?”

“If he wasn’t OK with it, he wouldn’t be sitting at work with his cock in his hands, watching the live feed,” I winked, leading him across to the bed. Whilst Ryan kicked off his trainers and removed the rest of his clothing, I kissed along his neck and ran fingers down over his muscular frame.

“Fuck, that is so hot,” he growled, bending me over the edge of the bed, before using his knees to spread my legs wide. Sinking onto the carpet, he placed rough hands on the downy skin of my buttocks, parting them and running his tongue along my plump mound. Emitting a soft moan, I lent forward to give him easier access as he applied the flat of his tongue in long languid stories of my labia.

“Oh, my God; like that; just like that,” I cried out in response to the tradesman flicking the hard nub with the pointed tip of his tongue, whilst simultaneously working a finger in and out of my pussy.

Drawing his tongue slowly back along my quim and up the crack of my bum, he inserted a second finger inside me. “Fuck, yes; do nasty things to me, Ryan” I squealed when he probed my sphincter with his tongue, whilst vigorously toying my pussy with his fingers. “Oh, John, he is making me feel so dirty,” I sobbed, looking at the camera: my toes curling in the carpet; my legs shaking; my hips pushing back on his face, as the plumber’s tongue penetrated my anus and he rammed his digits in and out of my aching pussy.

Suddenly, Ryan pushed himself away and rose from his knees. Positioning himself behind me, he nudged the tip of his throbbing member up against my sopping quim. Then, slowly, he teased me with his cock, rubbing it lightly along my swollen mound. “Please,” I pleaded, looking over my shoulder at him.

“You want my dick inside you, don’t you,” he chuckled, smiling at the look of desperation on my face. “Then, beg for it, Linda.”

“Please fuck me, Ryan; fuck me in front of my husband, whilst he strokes himself sitting alone in his office,” I implored the heavily tattooed workman.

I felt his cock twitch violently at my words. Grabbing my hips firmly, he pushed forward so that the engorged head parted my puffy labia lips. Then he held himself there, denying me as I mewed with frustrated anticipation. “Are you wanking that cock, dying for me to give your wife a good fucking, John?” Ryan called out to my husband.

“Fuck the little slut senseless whilst I watch,” John snarled from behind his desk several miles away. Taking this cue, Ryan pushed forward, the fat head of his cock parting my plump labia.

“Is this what you wanted,” he murmured, leaning forward and drawing my ponytail into a rein in one hand. Then, with the palm of the other hand in the small of my back, he tugged hard on my hair, snapping my head back as he slammed forward.

“Fuckkkkkk, yessssss,” I wailed, eyes wide, as he bottomed out inside me.

“Does your husband treat you like this, or does he leave it to real men like me,”  Ryan grunted, beginning to drive in and out of my tight pussy, which was stretching to accommodate his girth.

“God, no; he prefers to watch rough working men use his wife like a whore,” I taunted, eyes locked into the lens of the camera mounted above the bed. Laughing, Ryan yanked my head back, making my back arch and drawing him deeper into me.

"Mmmm, your missus really is a fucking slut, John,” the plumber goaded; “nasty…dirty…needy…cheating…fucktoy,” he chanted to the time of a series of hard smacks to my pert buttocks; the sound echoing around the marital bedroom as my husband watched him fuck me from behind.

“Keep fucking me; I’m so close; please don’t stop fucking me,” I begged, feeling the climax building deep inside me.

“Your wife’s gonna come on my dick, John; all over the lovely bed you paid for,” Ryan panted, his pelvis slapping against my buttocks as he slammed his hips forward, taking me with a series of hard, fast thrusts.

“Oh…my…fucking…God, yes,” I sobbed, shaking and trembling on the bed; my fingers grasping at the crisp linen bedding; vibrations running through my tight body; my pussy tightening and spasming on his thick shaft; my mind almost shutting down with the power of the orgasm that was coursing through me.

He withdrew slowly, and I slumped forward onto the bed; my hot, sweaty body limp against the clean sheets. “On your knees; I’m not done with you, yet,” Ryan instructed, tugging on my ponytail.

Settling down on the deep carpet, I looked up at the tradesman, as he sat with legs akimbo. “I’m going to give Ryan a tit fuck whilst he sits on the edge of the bed we share, John,” I purred, leaning forward and placing his rampant manhood between my breasts.

“His cock is so big and hard against my tits,” I murmured, before collecting some saliva and letting it drool down onto the soft flesh of my bosom. Over the speaker I heard my husband groan with frustrated lust.

With eyes on the camera, I closed the pliant mounds of flesh around the plumber’s shaft. “Can you see my wedding ring shining as I press my tits around his cock; his cock that is covered in my cum, John,” I teased.

Ryan’s breathing was shallow; his eyes fixed on my breasts as I ran them up and down the length of his glistening shaft. I could hear my husband grunting softly whilst he played with himself. “Fucking his cock; mmm, you like watching me fuck his young cock with my big fat tits, don’t you, John.”

Eyes still fixed on the camera, I tilted my head down and flicked my tongue at the purple glans each time it surfaced from the tunnel of flesh. “Oh, you nasty bitch,” Ryan groaned, thrusting his hips forward against my chest.

“That’s it, fuck my tits,” I pouted, lifting my head to give my husband a perfect view of Ryan’s thick shaft gripped tight between my full breasts. “I’m going make him explode on my tits, darling,” I told my husband, sliding my cleavage along the throbbing length.

I watched the plumber now; his breathing erratic, his stomach muscles straining. “Ryan’s going to cum, John; he’s going to cum on your wife’s tits,” I moaned, delicate fingers spread wide, pressing the soft flesh tight around his shaft so that it pulled at the skin with every gliding motion. Over the speaker, my husband groaned in release as he watched me kneeling in front of the plumber like some cheap tart.

Biting my lip provocatively, I pushed firmly up against the base of Ryan’s straining cock. “Fuckkkkkkkkkk,” he howled, losing control; a thick stream of semen spewing from his convulsing manhood. Ropes of sticky white mess landed across my face. As his cock continued to twitch, more cum splashed onto my chin and ran down my neck. Coaxing him, I was rewarded with a final release, which coated the soft flesh wrapped tight around his shaft.

Releasing him, I leant back, glancing at camera with a satisfied smile. “Recovering his breath, Ryan looked down at me. “Look at the state of your wife, mate,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, watching his seed dripping from my face, and sliding down my neck onto my tits.

“Good job you got the shower working,” I winked.