My wife has quite a temper, and that temper can manifest itself in some outrageous ways. We had just bought some land by a river in the country; it is our "camp," a little retreat for family. We also bought a used single-wide trailer to use as the dwelling. We were out there having some work done; a plumber was hooking up drain lines and such under the house (which is about 3 feet off the ground) when "Margaret" got angry about something I'd done without consulting her. It was NOT one of our worse arguments, but she was determined to make her point heard. She spoke up, rather a bit too loud and said, "Well, why don't I just go out and get some strange DICK whenever I want to?" I made a big mistake--laughed and replied, "You won't do shit!" I realized I'd pushed back too hard when she got quiet and her dark eyes flashed straight at me. "Is that so?" she asked. "Look, let's just calm down." I said, a bit too late. "Come with me right now!" she commanded and turned toward the door.
Once outside, we went around to the end where the young jack-of-all-trades was working on the pipes. Margaret looked under there and told the guy, "Put down what you're doing, you got company!" He looked puzzled as she got down and crawled over the sheet plastic to where he was. I didn't bother trying to stop her, I know her too well; she's going to make her point. The first thing she did was whisper something to him, then she undid his bib overall buttons and pulled the garment down to his knees; I heard keys and change go scattering out of his pockets. Once she got him exposed enough to get to his manhood, I saw he was decently hung and his crotch was shaved; he had some sort of tattoo on his lower abdomen. Margaret took his penis, wiggled and pulled it, then went down on him. The plumber looked over toward me with a funny smile. I, squatting at the edge, just shrugged, so he laid his head down and enjoyed. "Okay," I thought, "You gave a stranger a blow job--you win." But she wasn't finished. She rolled over, wiggled out of her jeans and panties and told the guy "Here's some plumbing for you to work on!" He glance my way; I just watched. He rolled over, stuck the swollen dickhead in and my wife pulled him in the rest of the way. "Oh, shit!" the plumber interjected, "This is good!" "Now I want it good for ME!" my wife said as she started rolling her hips into his thrusts. The scene made me unbelievably horny. My wife was under a trailer, under a young stud, being fucked silly while both were partially clothed and on a wet, muddy sheet of plastic. The only real skin I could see on the plumber was his ass and the upper back of his thighs, but the picture was clear; he didn't even know what was going on, but he was getting laid at work and it felt good! My wife was making enough noise to insure that I knew it was good, but that turned her lover on and he was really getting into it. They both must have really needed it, because it sounded like an orgy coming out from under the trailer--good thing there were no close neighbors! A few minutes later, the plumber pushed his big "pipe" into her pussy really hard several times and yelled "Fuuuck!" as he sprayed his fertile seed into my wife. After a quiet moment, Margaret thanked him with a little kiss and crawled out. The plumber had some difficulty getting his overalls back on and had to search for everything that fell out of his pockets, then came out for a much-deserved smoke break. He never asked for an explanation, and we offered none (at least I didn't), but he did give us several of his business cards and told my wife not to lose his number!
FUCK MY WIFE!
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