New Carpet

Christy impatiently glanced at the clock on the wall again as she sat waiting in the living room. She hoped she wouldn’t have to be here very long; she had taken off from work to be home so some men could replace the carpet and she was already mad that this was going to cost so much. Her job just barely paid the bills as it was and now this was going to make it even harder to get everything paid this month! In addition, she had a ton of things that needed her attention back at the office and she was already behind in her work. This was just going to put her further behind and the boss was not going to be pleased! She also would have preferred that her husband Tom had been the one to meet with them. She didn’t like the idea of being at home alone when repairmen came to do work around the house. Unfortunately her husband was unable to be there, because he was out of town on a business trip so she would have to handle this one on her own.

“This is typical – every time he goes out of town something happens! Why couldn’t he find a regular 8-5 job!” she thought to herself as she waited for the carpet installers. She was mad at Tom, mad at herself, and mad at the situation.

Again looking at the clock, Christy decided she would wait another thirty minutes and if they hadn’t shown up or at least called, she would call the carpet store and tell them to reschedule and head back to the office. She hated these installation calls that promised they would arrive sometime during a three to four hour window. Luckily, this company had called saying they should be there sometime within the next hour and a half. But that hour and a half had already come and gone and still they hadn’t arrived. She was giving them the benefit of the doubt and considered that maybe they had been delayed for a legitimate reason. Still, that didn’t finish the work that was sitting on her desk waiting for her.

Christy was debating on calling the company back to see if they could tell her anything more when she heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway. She instinctively glanced at her watch as she started for the front door to see if it was them. Maybe if this didn’t take too long, she could get back and get at least a little bit of work done. She grunted softly when she peeked out the small window facing the street and saw the van parked in the driveway and two men getting out. She watched as the driver, a very good looking 30-ish man, fished a clipboard out of the van and apparently confirmed they were at the correct address. The other was a younger, mid 20’s looking man; he had opened the side door and after a few seconds slammed it shut and walked around to join the first man, carrying a small tool kit.

Christy watched through the peephole of the closed door as the two men walked up. As they got a little closer, Christy could see they were both very good looking and she felt a tingle in her pussy as she watched the two hunks approach.

“Christy, you are a married woman!” she cautioned herself to not let her interest show. They are just here to put in the new carpet and that’s all. But a small voice also pointed out that she and Tom hadn’t exactly been burning up the sheets lately sex-wise. In fact, they hadn’t made love in some time. Oh, she gave him a cursory blowjob a couple times and he had even managed to make her cum once too. But it certainly wasn’t anything to write to Penthouse Letters over! And even that had been almost a month ago! And now two very good-looking men were headed up her walkway and she was going to be in the house alone with them…she sighed softly as she started to open the door. She lightly blamed her attraction to the men on her husband’s inattentiveness lately, but she also knew in her heart of hearts that she hadn’t exactly been warm to him either. For the past couple months her relationship with Tom had not been what it once was. They still loved each other, but the passion, the “spark”, had cooled noticeably. Still it wasn’t entirely Tom’s fault. Their jobs were not in sync, they were always passing each other on the way to or from their jobs. They barely saw each other except at night when they were both too tired to do much of anything. Then there was the money issues. They didn’t really fight over money, but there never seemed to be enough to let them feel comfortable about their financial footing. And now Christy was having inappropriate thoughts of other men…and immediately she felt that guilty tug on her consciousness at having such thoughts.

“Hi,” the older man said casually as they reached the steps, “Are you Mrs. Johnson? We have your carpet here to install today.”

“Yes, I am Mrs. Johnson. Please come in,” Christy said, trying to keep her voice from revealing what she had been thinking as she opened the screen door.

The two men stepped up onto the porch, the older man saying as they did, “Thank you. We’ll just have a look at the job before we bring everything in.”

Christy stepped aside as the two entered the house. The older man, apparently the leader of the duo, continued speaking. “Sorry we took so long to get to you, but we’ve been kind of busy lately. With the sale the store is running, a lot of people have been having carpet replaced or installed.”

“I understand,” Christy responded. She led the men through house to the spacious living room. “This is the room that needs the carpet the most. We want this room carpeted and the stairs over there as well.” she said, stepping aside as they moved past her to go into the room.

“Oh yeah, I can see why you want this carpet replaced – it has definitely seen better days!” the older man said.

“Yeah we have been meaning to get it replaced, but it seemed like every time we were ready to something would come up!” Christy said.

“Well, it happens. But we’ll have you fixed up real soon,” he said. The two men went right to work, starting out by measuring the room. The younger man would take the measurements and call them out while the older one would write them down on his clipboard. When they had finished taking all the needed measurements, they went out to get the tools they needed. Setting the tools inside the house they returned to their van and started bringing in the rolls of carpeting. It was a warm spring day and the men wore their company jackets, but it was too hot for them so both the men took them off when they went to the truck to get the carpet. Coming back, Christy saw the men’s bulging biceps as they carried the carpet on their shoulders. The older man had a white polo shirt which looked to be small on him while the younger guy wore a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, also a tad small on him. Both men were in really good shape and Christy felt herself getting damp watching the two hunks carrying in the carpeting.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the men, but her husband would not have wanted her to leave them alone in the house. At least that’s the justification she told herself. Truth be known she was just enjoying having two such beefy and attractive men in her home. Christy decided to sit down on one of the stools set at the breakfast bar that was between the kitchen and the living room. As she did she noted how the younger of the two cast a somewhat long glance over at her. There was nothing malicious and inappropriate about it, but still it made her just a tad uneasy. Christy wasn’t a complete prude, she knew she had a nice figure, she had received a fair share of complements during her twenty-four years and she took pride in how she looked, even if she was a married woman. She had been raised with the idea that good girls didn’t blatantly flaunt themselves. That a nice girl dressed respectively and while she did try when she was younger to push the limits of what her parents accepted as respectful she had never, at least she didn’t think so, dress too lewdly.

Still she knew men would look at her, sometimes it was an admiring quick glance while other times it had been a brazen eyeing. Christy stood five foot seven and tipped the scales at one hundred and twenty five pounds. She had lean, well toned legs, that she was proud of and didn’t mind showing off, within reason. She had a small round butt and a healthy set of 34DD tits which she considered her best feature. She was a very pretty woman but not to the point of being conceited.

The men were about an hour into the job, having ripped out the old carpeting and partway through taking out the tack strips that hold the carpet in place. It was hot work, especially pulling up the old carpet and Christy noticed them having to wipe the sweat from their foreheads repeatedly. She got up from her chair and approached the men who were pulling up more of the tack strips from the edges of the room.

“Could I offer you two something to drink?”

“That would be nice,” the older man said with a broad smile and his helper nodded in agreement.

“Well I have some beer and also a couple of wine coolers,” she said frowning slightly as she tried to recall what all there was to offer them, other then milk or tap water. She shrugged slightly adding, “And I have some cans of soft drinks if you’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a beer,” he said with a slow nod, glancing over at his helper and receiving a nod in agreement.

“Two beers it is,” Christy said lightly and turned away walking to the kitchen. As she did, the two sat down on the steps they would be carpeting next, the older man holding his clipboard and jotting some notes down on the paper.

Christy quickly grabbed two cans of beer and then decided she would have one too. She had just recently begun to develop a taste for beer; it wasn’t her favorite drink but she would drink it. She kicked the refrigerator door shut with her foot as she held the three cans and then walked back to the family room. When she entered the family room the young man, seeing how her hands were full, scrambled to his feet and hurried over.

“Here let me give you a hand with those,” Christy quietly said thanks as he carefully took two of the cans from her. She brought a chair over from the dining room table and sat down. She opened her can after she had sat down and the other two quickly opened theirs, taking a slow sip and groaned softly in approval.

“Now that is a great way to end the day!” the older man said after he had taken a drink.

“Oh is this your last call?” Christy asked.

“Hopefully,” he said, making them both chuckle.

“It’s our last scheduled installation today and thank goodness for it,” the younger man said. He shook his head saying, “But we still have to go take care of the paperwork from all the work we did today.”

“I understand,” Christy said with a knowing nod, paperwork it was an ever present evil in today’s work place. Casually she crossed her legs at the knees, again noting how they both gave her legs a long glance when she did. Taking another sip of her beer she then asked, “So how long have you been doing this sort of work?”

“Well I’ve been at this for almost 15 years,” the older man said as he glanced at his clipboard, “But I’m getting too old for all this kneeling stuff, so I’m training this young buck here to do all the heavy stuff!”

“I see,” Christy said with a slow nod. She laughed slightly and then said, “You know I forgot to ask what your names were, please forgive me.”

“Oh that’s okay,” the old man said with a quick wave of his hand, “Most people don’t even bother to ask us our names!” He gestured at himself saying, “My name is Mike and this is Tommy.”

“And my name is Christy,” she responded. She took another sip of her beer, saying, “Nice to meet you two.”

“And it’s nice to meet you and thanks for the beers too.” Mike said quickly. He settled back on the sofa.

“So what kind of work do you do?”

“Oh I work in the personal department at ABC Plastics,” Christy responded. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as she asked, “How did you know that I worked?”

“Oh just by the way you’re dressed,” Mike said with another wave of his hand. He glanced quickly over at Tommy as he said, “I mean you’re dressed like a working woman would dress. Unless of course you’re like Mrs. Cleaver and dress that nicely even though you’re staying home and just doing housework.”

Christy blushed slightly and bowed her head; she was flattered by his complement. She was wearing a dark colored dress that hit about mid thigh and had a modest scoop neckline, nothing too revealing.

“If you’re not working and dress like that, I wish more housewives would dress that nicely!” Mike said, shaking his head slowly.

“That’s for sure,” Tommy added, “Would make these house calls a lot more enjoyable.”

“Well thank you.” Christy said shyly.

“You said you work in the personnel department?” Mike asked. Christy simply nodded her head yes. He cocked his head slightly to one side asking, “So do you interview people that are applying or what?”

Unthinkingly, Christy ran a hand through her shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair as she said, “No, I more handle disciplinary infractions and employee dispute situations.”

“Oh so if someone screws up they’re sent to you?” Mike asked.

“I guess you could put it that way.” Christy answered with a quick laugh.

“Well, if I worked there I don’t think I would mind getting into trouble.” Mike said with a laugh and shaking his head.

“Why is that?”

“Well if I had to go meet with you, I don’t think I would mind that much!” Mike said with a wave of his hand.

“That’s for sure!” Tommy added, “Probably be spending a lot of time getting into trouble.”

Christy laughed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, and yet a little flattered. Tom had told her on a couple occasions that she shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach and while her stomach wasn’t truly empty (she had grabbed a couple of small peanut and cheese crackers as she left the office), it wasn’t enough to do anything to absorb the alcohol. Besides, she had never been a big drinker; her husband used to joke that she was a cheap drunk – it only took a little bit to get her buzzed. Maybe it was the little bit of alcohol that was making her so relaxed and uninhibited now. A part of her told her she should be rather offended by their brazen comments. But another part of her – and the part that was now taking control – was a little excited by it. She could feel her pussy tingle at their comments…and she wouldn’t mind hearing more of them.

“Your husband is one lucky guy.” Mike said with a nod at her.

“And why is that?” Christy asked as she took another sip of her beer.

“To have such a hot looking wife to come home to every night.”

“Oh please!” Christy said with a slight laugh and shake of her head. Still she couldn’t stop herself from again running a hand through her hair.

“That’s for sure,” Tommy added eagerly, “Man if I had a wife as hot looking as you I would be home as soon as I could.”

“Well thank you,” Christy said hoping her face wasn’t too red with embarrassment.

“Yeah it must be great to have such a hot looking woman to spend time with after work,” Mike said with a slow nod. Christy noticed how his eyes were locked on her; it both made her shift nervously and yet sit a little straighter too. He grunted softly and shook his head and then asked, “Do you dress this hot for him when he’s here?”

“Sometimes.” Christy answered. She was startled by his question and also by how quickly she responded, she really didn’t even think about her answer.

“You must have a real smoking body,” he said shaking his head and getting an acknowledging grunt from Tommy. Mike gestured at her saying, “I mean it’s obvious you have a hot body ’cause that dress sure doesn’t hide the fact.”

“Th…thank you.” Christy stammered. This conversation was definite getting loose and maybe she should end it before it went too far.

“In fact I’d kinda like to get a look at your hot figure,” Mike said in a definite tone. Christy’s eyes widened as she stared at him not sure she had actually heard what he had said. He pointed at a point a short distance in front of where they were sitting and told her, “Why not stand right here and let us have a good look at you.”

Christy sensed from his tone, while not really threatening, there was an unmistakable implication that he was completely serious. She stared at them, her mind a blank for a long moment and then he nodded and again gestured at the spot he had pointed to, but with a little more firmness then before.

Instinctively, she knew that she had no choice that she had best do as he directed. Shakily she rose, her knees felt incredibly weak and walked over to where he had directed. She shuddered bodily as she did, noting how their eyes were glued to her dress and her legs as she walked towards them.

“Very nice,” Mike said admiringly. He made a circular motion with his finger and told her, “Turn around.”

On very wobbly legs she slowly turned around in front of them. While it wasn’t the first time she had been eyed by men, it had never been this blatant; they were almost treating her like she was a piece of meat or a new car they were checking out. Her heart was pounding when she turned back towards them, standing there quietly as they continued to run their eyes up and down her figure.

“Nice…real nice,” he said slowly. He then made a quick little motion with his hand as he told her, “Okay now take off your dress.”

Christy didn’t know why she did, but without even thinking she began following their directions. She leaned forward from the waist as she reached up behind herself to undo the small slide clasp and then began to slide down the zipper on the back of her dress. She shuddered when the two groaned loudly as the upper part of her dress dropped down slightly after she had unzipped her dress and revealed some of her upper chest. They groaned again a little louder and cruder when she took hold of her dress at her hips and began to work it down, wiggling a little to help.

The dress tumbled down off her shoulders and revealed her upper body and showing she was wearing a sheer flesh tone bra. Except for their steady breathing there was no noise as she pulled her dress down to her waist and then gave it a quick little shove allowing it to drop to her ankles and revealing that she was wearing a matching pair of bikini cut panties, stockings and a garter belt. Carefully she stepped out of the crumbled dress and pushed it aside with her foot.

Keeping her head bowed as she stood there, her hands at her sides, clad only in her stockings, bra and panties. She was totally mortified standing there nearly naked before these two men; part of her tried to reassured herself by pointing out the bikini she had worn on their honeymoon had covered just about the same amount of her body but still this was completely different.

“Wow, that’s nice,” Mike said with an approving grunt. Christy’s stomach knotted even tighter.

“Now the rest.”

“Yeah, take off your bra and panties!” Tommy added eagerly.

“But leave the stockings on,” Mike quickly directed, “You look hot in those.”

Christy she nodded. She swallowed hard and leaned forward slightly and reached up behind herself. She fumbled with the small clasp on the back of her flesh toned bra; her fingers strangely stiff. After a number of seconds she was able to undo the small clasp. She brought her hands back around as the ends of her bra dropped down. She held the bra to her chest with one hand as she brushed the straps off her shoulders with her other. She took a shuddering deep breath after she had and then drew the garment off baring her large tits. 

Christy almost casually let her bra drop to the floor on top of her dress. Without delaying, she then jammed her thumbs inside the waist band of her sheer bikini cut panties. She wiggled her hips as she shoved the lacy garment down past her hips. The men groaned loudly when her pussy was uncovered.

Christy’s stomach was knotted tightly as she shoved her panties down her legs. Until now only no man other than her husband had seen her naked. She briefly recalled how nervous and yet excited she had been on their wedding night and she had undressed before him. This was completely different from that special night; here she was being forced to submit and then she had eagerly given herself to him.

Still there was a small, perverse stirring at being so controlled and forced to submit. Her dear husband had always been kind and gentle not as dominating as these two were being; she was being forced to submit to their desires and she had a feeling that their demands had not yet been fully satisfied. She feared for what else they would want from her. Yet, strangely, she was also excited to see where this would go. They said they found her attrractive – would they want to have sex with her? Would they take it that far? She secretly hoped they would and her pussy got wetter at the thought.

Clumsily, she extracted first one foot and then the other from her panties. Once she had she tossed them over with her bra and then straightened. She stood there silently, with her head bowed, as the two again inspected her now nude body. She was a little aghast at how her nipples were brazenly poking out; she should be offended by what they were making her do and yet her body was responding excitedly to it. She could almost feel their hot stare moving across her exposed tits, down across her smooth belly to her snatch.

The idea that she was being made to display herself like this was horrifying, she knew. But she couldn’t help but notice her pussy was getting very wet. She may be a lady but she was also a woman. And these two handsome men were obviously enjoying the show she was putting on. She decided that she would give them the show they wanted…

“Um yes. very, very nice lady,” Mike grunted after a few more quiet seconds. Tommy gave an appreciative grunt in agreement. Shifting forward slightly Mike then told her, “Okay lady, start fingering yourself.”

Again without thinking about it, Christy nodded quickly. Trembling slightly she parted her feet and moved a hand between her legs. She took a shuddering breath as she slid her finger along her wet slit, pressing it between her pussy lips. She had been raised to believe that good girls didn’t do such things; that masturbating was wrong. She had finally given in to the urge late in her teen years.

At first she was ashamed at the fact she was doing what she had been taught was wrong but she couldn’t deny that it felt nice. While she had continued to masturbate she had never done it in front of another person and her husband had never asked her about whether she did it or not. And since getting married she hadn’t fingered herself more than a couple of times; usually when her husband had been away on business. While she tended to feel guilty about giving into those urges she wouldn’t deny that she felt better afterwards.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Despite her revulsion at being forced to do such a lewd act in front of these strange men Christy was soon rolling her hips as she fingered her wet pussy. She wasn’t able to stop the low, throaty groan as she moved her finger over her now erect clit. Christy spread her legs further apart as she began to finger herself in earnest. She had almost forgotten she was being watched, having been overtaken by her own lustful passion.

“I think she likes that,” Tommy said with a crude laugh as he lightly punched Mike in the arm.

“Yeah these rich types are usually pretty horny,” Mike responded with a vulgar chuckle. “They are all really just sluts in fancy clothes!” He nodded at Christy asking, “You getting all hot and excited slut?”

“Y..yess…” Christy moaned, fingering her wet pussy, certain they could hear the wet squishing noise her finger made as they slid in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to block out their degrading comments, hoping this was as far as they intended to humiliate her.

“You like sucking cock slut?” Tommy suddenly asked.

“I…I never have,” Christy quietly gasped.

“You suck your husband’s cock, don’t you?” Mike asked in a rather disbelieving tone.

“He…he’s never asked me to,” Christy said breathlessly. Then without thinking added, “He’s the only man I’ve ever made love to.”

Christy wasn’t sure why she told them that, she was sure if it would stop them from doing whatever they intended to do. A part of her wondered if she had confided the information as an excuse for her lack of sexual experience and possibly ability. It only caused the two to laugh and mutter something to each other.

“Okay slut get on your knees…you’re about to get your first cocksucking lesson!” Mike curtly ordered her.

Without asking any questions and keeping her hand wedged between her legs, Christy, a little ungainly dropped to her knees. Once she had she nervously glanced at the two men as they sat there staring at her with cold, almost triumphant smiles. Slowly Tommy clambered to his feet.

“You ready for this?” He asked after he had gotten off the sofa.

“For…for what?”

“This baby,” he said with a coarse laugh as he grabbed his crotch.

Christy was unable to pull her eyes away from his crotch as he slowly walked towards her. She continued to finger herself but her attention was on what he appeared to be intending to make her do. She had been truthful when she had said she had never sucked a cock before; in fact she had never even kissed one. The act of taking a man’s cock in her mouth sounded disgusting. She knew that a lot of girls liked doing that but it had never interested her and luckily apparently her husband either.

Tommy stopped right in front of Christy, his crotch just a few inches from her face. Quickly she glanced up at him and found him staring down at her with a thin, cold smile. Her eyes immediately dropped back down to his looming crotch when he moved his hands down and began to fumble with his pants. Christy was shocked to realize that a part of her was rather excited to see his cock; she could feel her pussy tingle at the prospect. Other then her husband’s cock the only other cock she had ever seen had been a couple of the little babies that she had baby sat when she was younger.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Tommy slid his zipper down; the steady clicking of his zipper seemed incredibly loud. Christy was startled to realize that she was holding her breath as she stared at his crotch. She took a shuddering breath as he finished unzipping his pants and then jammed a hand inside of his pants.

Despite knowing that she was being forced to do what she knew was so very wrong, her eyes widened when he pulled his cock from his pants. It was certainly the biggest cock she had ever seen. A small voice reminded her that her husband’s was the only other adult male cock she had ever seen before so she really had no idea if what she was now staring at was bigger than normal or not. She knew that it was certainly bigger than her dear husband’s; fatter and longer. Christy unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation. A soft, almost imperceptable moan escaped her.

Christy closed her eyes when Tommy took hold of his shaft and moved even closer. She shuddered when he pressed the fat head of his cock to her face. Slowly, firmly he rubbed his cock over her face; over her cheeks, along her jaw, her nose and eyelids and even into her hair. She tensed as he moved it along her jaw and to her mouth, pressing it against her pursed lips.

“Open your mouth, woman,” he grunted.

Christy wanted to refuse but she knew she couldn’t. Trembling she opened her mouth and his fat shaft slipped into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open as his shaft slid between her lips. She was startled by how hard his cock was and yet how smooth the skin was. Instinctively she wrapped her lips snuggly around his shaft as he steadily pushed more of it into her mouth.

“Yeah suck that big cock slut,” Mike urged her.

Christy shuddered, rolling her eyes so she could look up at Tommy. He was standing there still glaring down at her and had moved his hands to the back of her head, holding her steady. She was fearful of just how much of his shaft he intended to stick in her mouth; she knew there was no way she could take all of it. She tensed and made a loud part gurgle and part gag when the end of his cock lightly touched the back of her mouth. Luckily he stopped pushing his shaft into her mouth. He paused, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of his fat shaft wedged in her mouth.

Slowly he began to pull his hips back until just the fat head of his cock remained between her lips and then once more pushed his shaft into her mouth. Keeping his hands firmly on her head he began to pump his shaft in and out of her mouth with a steady pace. Christy was unable to stop the low groan that came from deep in her throat.

“How’s she doin’?” Mike asked from next to Tommy. She hadn’t known that he had gotten off the couch and moved closer.

“Not bad,” Tommy grunted as he continued to pump his shaft in her mouth.

“Yeah you rich sluts all like havin’ a real man’s cock, don’t you?” Mike chuckled crudely. He stood there watching her and added, “You all say you don’t but you really do.”

Suddenly he dropped to his knees a little in front of and to the side of Christy. Rather roughly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from between her legs. She groaned softly in protest, her pussy was tingling eagerly. He scooted a little closer and then jammed his hand between her legs. She groaned longingly as he shoved his finger into her wet pussy.

“Oh yeah this slut is ready,” he grunted as he began to finger her, “She’s hot and wet.”

Tommy simply grunted quickly. He had increased his pace, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth at a fast clip. Christy wondered if he was planning to cum in her mouth; she was worried that she would be sick if he did but she also knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. She hoped he didn’t and also hoped that if he did she would not become sick. It was almost as if she didn’t want to appear too sexual inept.

A small part of her was baffled as to why she would care what these two would think about her sexual capabilities. They were taking advantage of her and she was worried about disappointing them. Oddly she was finding the fact that she was being so controlled and humiliated exciting. Despite the idea of what was happening to her, she was getting incredibly turned on. She actually wanted to be good at what she was doing!

Christy closed her eyes and groaned longingly as Tommy continued to pump his cock into her mouth and Mike, now with two fingers stuffed into her pussy, continued fingering her. By Tommy’s increased pace she sensed he was getting close to climaxing, he still had his hands on her head, holding it steady and she knew there was no way she could pull her head away if he began to cum in her mouth. She was finding this wicked act she was being forced to submit extremely hot and exciting. Christy gave herself over to the feelings.

Tommy suddenly groaned loudly and roughly jammed his cock into her mouth and held it there. She felt him tense and then his warm juice spurted into her mouth. Christy held it in her mouth wondering what to do and then swallowed as more of his jism filled her mouth. She was surprised by its thick, warm nature as it slid down her throat. A little eagerly she swallowed more of his cum. Part of her, the sweet innocent girl that her parents had raised, knew she should be ashamed by what was going on and also how she was reacting. While she still was ashamed and a little disgusted by what they had forced her to submit to another growing part was excited by it. Part of her brain was screaming that her reactions were wrong but she couldn’t deny them either.

Groaning longingly and weakly Tommy stepped back, his now semi hard dick slipping from her mouth. A little shakily he partly stepped and partly stumbled back and plopped down on the sofa. As he did Mike pulled his hand from between her legs. Quickly he moved on his knees around behind her. Christy glanced back over her shoulder at him as he did.

A little roughly he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward. Obediently she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, still looking back over her shoulder. Once she was on her hands and knees Mike began to fumble with his pants. Quickly he undid them and then shoved them down to his knees. Christy’s eyes immediately darted to his stiff cock. While it was nowhere the size of Tommy’s she guessed it was about the same thickness as her husband’s and somewhat longer. Again she knew she should be ashamed at how she was comparing another man’s cock to her husband’s and actually feeling a desire to feel it in her.

Part of her realized that this too was going to be a first; every time she and her husband had made love it had been in the traditional position, with him on top. She moaned as Mike scooted closer, gripping his shaft in one hand. She wiggled her butt back when he guided his cock up between her legs and rubbed it along her slit. He located the small opening to her pussy and with one firm thrust drove his entire length into her. She groaned longingly as he shoved his cock into her.

This was wrong, the small voice kept telling her, but she didn’t care. If this was wrong so be it she told herself as she turned her head back forward. She would pay for this when the time came, but right now she just wanted to enjoy the feel of this man’s cock in her. She wasn’t sure if she had been this aroused on her honeymoon night.

“Oh,” she moaned aloud.

“You like that, don’t you slut!” he said grinning wickedly. “You like being fucked by a real man, don’t you?”

Christy didn’t answer right away. Then she felt a hard slap to her ass that made her gasp.

“Answer me, slut! Tell me how much you like being fucked!”

“Oh, yes! Oh please…f..fuck me!” she said as her body betrayed her totally. She pushed back against this strange man’s thrusts as her pussy craved more and more of him.

Mike reached up and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back fully against his pelvis. With an almost frenzied pace he began to pound his cock into her, pulling her back by the hips with each hard thrust he made. The only sounds were Christy’s heavy breathing and quick gasps with each hard thrust and the noise of his pelvis smacking against her ass. There was no gentleness; he was excitedly ramming his shaft deep into her wet, snug pussy. Christy let her head drop as he continued his hard and fast fucking; it was wickedly delightful, her mind was screaming.

“How is she?” Tommy asked.

“Fucking great!” Mike grunted giving one of her pale ass cheeks a hard slap and making her cry out in shock and pain. She raised her head and saw Tommy sitting there watching and playing with his still semi flaccid cock. She knew he probably intended to fuck her also and unabashedly she looked forward to feeling his large cock in her.

Christy groaned loudly; her pussy was tingling fiercely. She sensed this was going to be an intense climax, she just hoped that Mike wouldn’t cum himself before she did. Without any shame or regret she wanted him to get her off. She gritted her teeth as she felt her climax growing and she began to buck her ass backwards even harder to drive his shaft deeper into her pussy. Maybe it was wrong, what she was feeling and thinking but it felt so damn good. She reached the point of no return and with a cry she came.

“Oh, fuck! I’m cuming!” she screamed as she exploded. Just then she felt Mike empty himself inside her as well, The pair flooded her pussy with their mixed cum until it spilled out of her, running down her legs and wetting the pre-carpeted floor. They collapsed one atop the other gasping and sweaty on the floor.

After resting a bit, the men went back and finished installing the carpet while Christy went upstairs to shower. She didn’t worry anymore about the men in her house, she was so beyond that now! She came back down just as they were picking up their tools and getting ready to leave.

“Thank you boys, she said as they handed her the bill for the installation.

“Thank you, Christy…for the beer and…” Mike said. Christy smiled and shut the door behind them as they left.

“Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Mike’s prerecorded voice issued from the phone.

“Hi Mike, this is Christy and I think my carpet needs another look.” Christy said in a soft voice. It had been three days since the installation and she couldn’t quit thinking about it. She had been able to get Mike’s cell phone number from the dispatcher at his job. She toyed with a strand of her dark brown hair, saying,

“My husband is going to be out of town on business this weekend. Maybe you and Tommy could stop by and check it out. I’ll be here whenever you want to stop by. Thanks.”

The following story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.