Written by LovingHusband

26 Jul 2014

About twenty minutes to three, Margaret called me to ensure her love receptacle was clean and fresh ready for the plumber. It wasn't - it hadn't been for most of this week as she couldn't stop gushing, not that I minded the clean-up duties!

[In case you've starting reading this chapter, I would recommend starting with Chapter 1 and working onwards from there. If your reading this with your good (or even naughty!) wife, how about this for a suggestion: print out the posting, highlight Margaret's direct speech and then read it aloud with her filling in Margaret's speech - it may just get her to voice out loud things which you both might like to hear ! ! !] Anyway, to continue . . .

Just after three, the plumber comes bowling into the unit and turns straight into the bedroom where I am fighting a losing battle in consuming all of Margaret's copious flow. "Don't mind me," he says turning into the en-suite bathroom "let me just service this shower and then I will see what else needs servicing". Stripping off both himself and the shower, he called out "Rita says she's got a right one in this week - seemed so demure when she arrived on Saturday". Dragging myself away from my duties, I replied "It's a wonder what a few days of fresh air can do for you!".

Working away inside the shower unit in the nude, his seemingly large but as yet only semi-erect dick swinging in the breeze, he continued the conversation. "Rita is a right one to comment" he continued "but she tells me there is a right nymphomaniac in. Apparently, she's making this week a week of firsts to crown all: - first an acknowledgement of black desires to hubby, first public display, first actual orgasm at her own hands - with an audience to boot and then to crown it all a first night in the arms of a black lover: all with the blessing and encouragement of her long term husband or should I say cucky. I might be starting to get worried if I was him". "Not at all" I replied "I know that she loves me and besides I'm getting just as much pleasure as she is" and adding "Her juices have just started flowing very fast again, so please don't be long".

"That's the shower fixed," he soon called out "let's see about fixing your wife". Striding out from the shower room. he lunged for the bed only just giving me time to get out of the way. As he crossed the room, I did have time to notice that his cock was now at full mast: not much longer than mine but much, much thicker. He reached out with his large calloused hand to check Margaret's pussy to ensure it was wet enough - he need not have bothered as it was still pouring, despite my earlier clean-up efforts. "Ready to go" he snapped as he climbed aboard my wife crudely shoving his fat love stick straight into M. She winced at first, but her expressions soon turned to those of pure joy as he took his pleasure: that was what it was - he had made no attempts to engage M. just jumped on her for his own satisfaction. But she loved it and soon came to her first plumber's orgasm.

As soon as he has shot his load, he dismounted, quickly grabbed his clothes from the shower room, dressed and was off. I don't know what was on his work list to be serviced next, but he sure was in a hurry!

I jolted back to reality as M. called out "Get over here, the lovely man has just delivered your cream tea so come & enjoy it - what a delivery!"

Returning to my pleasurable duties, I thought to myself - what else can this week bring, but I was not going to have to wait long . . .