Giving The Electrician a Blow Job

I live on my own and last week all the lights in the house went off. It was the final straw in a week when I'd been dumped by my long-term fella, my car had broken down and I had been sacked from my job.

All in all, it was a shit week, but it was all forgotten when the emergency electrician turned up. He fixed everything in no time and as he worked I noticed he was quite dishy, in a Colin Firth kind of way.

So I told him I fancied him, unzipped his overalls and gave him a deep-throat blowjob.
Then, just as he was about to come, I lifted up my skirt, pulled my knix to one side and let him shag me over the kitchen table. He didn't charge me and says he will do all my odd jobs in return for sex.

I use to like to walk on my boyfriend with my high-heels before we had sex. I get out my best Jimmy Choos, order himto lie on the floor and tread on his torso.
He moaned about this, saying it left him in agony. Maybe that’s why he dumped me.

We use to live in the countryside and these last few years a farmer has been holding rock concerts in one of his fields.

My Dad had this little story.

I find that the rhythms make me feel quite randy and I actually managed to persuade the wife to walk across the fields the other night to listen to this gig.

On the way back she pushed me into the bushes, telling me she was really turned on by the sound of the rock music.

Our hands were everywhere as we rolled around under a hedgerow and we hurriedly undid our jeans, pulled them down to our knees and had a quick shag there and then.
Anyone could have caught us at it and I was gob smacked as she's never done this in 10 years of marriage.