Last week I made my first posting (first orgy) and given the positive comments thought I'd explain how I changed from faithful, demure housewife to a cum hungry bareback slut. It started 4 years ago when our next door neighbours had the outside of their house painted in order to sell it. The guy doing it seemed a nice fella, and chatted to me a few times, even coming in to use our loo occasionally. But that was it, I gave him little thought. At Christmas some girls and I had our annual Christmas night out, which followed the same agenda each year. Early evening meal in town, followed by a trip to our one and only local night club where I'd watch a couple of my so called friends pull lads half their age. I'm usually in a taxi home by 10.30. However this year (Christmas 2011) was different in two ways. Firstly my now ex neighbour (they sold their house) sort of invited herself along, and secondly, during the meal, we started discussing sex. It seems silly now but we played truth or dare. My former neighbour was a bit tiddly and chose truth. The question asked of her was "have you ever been unfaithful?" Without hesitation she just laughed and replied "fuck yes." This ramped the atmosphere up a few notches and she didn't need much persuading to spill the beans. She then proceeded to explain how the guy who painted her house that summer was fucking her left right and centre. She mentioned his name and three more of the group (there were 14 of us) had also fucked him.There then followed a couple of hours of them comparing notes. I was staggered. One of my friends (married friends) had her kitchen fitted by the guy and told of trips to a swingers club with him, and summer days with him on a nudist beach where she got fucked by strangers in some sand dunes. That was a common theme, and by 11 when they headed to the club, I headed home because for the first time in years, I wanted to feel my husbands cock in me. Although it was the usual boring routine, it gave me the satisfaction I needed. A week or so later, my husband mentioned he was thinking about having a new bathroom..probably due to all the bathroom adverts on telly over Christmas. He normally leaves that stuff to me and I could not believe my luck....I knew just the man for the job. I didn't want to ask any of my friends for his number so that was the hardest part. However a bit of detective work and I found it online. Two weeks after that, and he's starting on our bathroom, however hardly says a word. Instead works non stop to get our old suite out and the new suite fitted and plumbed in. The nest day I'm wearing stuff a little more revealing. Stockings and an above the knee skirt (unheard of for lounging around the house). Whilst he was chatty, it just wasn't flirting. By the Friday I went for broke, the shortest skirt I had, and fishnet tights. I combined this with a boob tube and still nothing, as he spent most of the day in and out to cut floor tiles, and lay the floor before the sticky stuff dried. I had pretty much given up and was just doing the washing up when I sensed him standing closely behind me. I wanted to turn round but literally froze. I suddenly had self doubts but thankfully they disappeared when I felt his hand on my arse. Still facing forward, he hitched my skirt, pulled down my fishnets and knickers, before plunging deep into my soaking cunt. What followed was 15 minutes of orgasms, where my juices were literally overflowing, running down my legs. Once he came, I heard him zip up, leave the house, and his car start up soon after. He drove off without saying a word, leaving me bent over my own kitchen sink, hugely satisfied and well aware that this was the start of a new chapter in my life. He was supposed to finish off on the following Tuesday, but got "distracted" a lot that week, finishing late on the Friday afternoon instead. More details to follow.....