I had been married to my husband for about 9 months when we moved to a small house that had no washer/dryer, so we bought a set. We set them in the kitchen and we intended to finish installing them when my husband got home from work that evening. However, we placed them in front of the breaker box and I tripped the circuit when I was using a steam carpet cleaner along with an air conditioner and computer in the same room.

My neighbor was having some work done to her patio so I thought I would ask one of the guys if he would mind helping me move the appliances so I could get to the breaker. A handsome guy in his late 20’s was more than happy to help. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants; he was either going commando or very well endowed – or both. When he finished moving the washer and dryer, he even flipped the breaker for me and moved them back – but this time didn’t completely block the breaker in case I had another problem. I offered a beer in return for his help and he gladly accepted it. I told him I wouldn’t mind thanking him in another way. He asked me what I had in mind. I walked over to him, unzipped his pants, and pulled out one of the longest and thickest dicks I had ever seen. It was at least twice the size of my husband’s. I got down on my knees and gave him a wet b*******. I wanted his d*** inside me and asked him to f*** me.
We went to the bedroom and he fucked me fast and hard until we both came. He quickly got dressed and I told him I would like to have more of that if he felt the same way. He went back to the neighbor’s house and finished the work there.

I didn’t tell my husband, but I had a close call when the guy stopped by for more when my husband was home. He pretended to have the wrong house. I was so disappointed that I didn’t get to f*** him. From that point forward, my husband’s d*** just wasn’t enough to satisfy me. When I began denying him s**, he became angry and pouty; I finally left him. I didn’t ever see the guy I fucked again after that. Still, I am satisfied because I know now I am not meant to be married. Every weekend I can pick up a new guy and then when we are done, he leaves. I’m ok with that. I still wish I could find the guy that helped me when the circuit blew – since I’d love to blow him again.