It was turning me on for sure and hopefully having the same effect on Marcus. I was feeling horny just looking into his eyes and my nipples were definitely prominent and noticeable in my aroused state.
I leaned over his plate ensuring my large boobs brushed his shoulder and at every opportunity that I touched his hands or arms. In the heat of the day his body glistened emphasising his muscular arms.
I knew he was beginning to notice me more now, but I had to be more direct.
“Marcus is there anything else you would like, a drink or?”….I trailed off intentionally, leaving a silence for him to fill. I could feel my heart pace quicken with the anticipation of his reply. It was quick coming.
“Mrs Smallman.”
“Angie, please call me Angie.” He rolled his eyes before apologising.
“Sorry, ‘Angie’, he emphasised.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but are you coming onto me?”
“Do you want me to Marcus,” I replied innocently with my warmest smile.
“It’s wrong to tease a man, don’t lead him up the path unless you are genuine with your suggestive comments and actually follow them through.”
I looked straight in his eyes, “and if I am genuine with my comments?…..I trailed off again.
“Then this could go further than you intend it to Angie.”
“Oh, I intend to go all the way,” I said with a smile, this time I couldn’t be any more clear.
We both smiled at each other and began to eat lunch in silence, our eyes fixed on each other. I licked my lips suggestively after each bite. We finished our lunch and drinks, still sitting on the bar stools. Marcus was quite close and facing toward me with his legs parted outside of mine. He rested his hands on my bare legs, gently stroking up and down. I was trembling as he did so, his hands were so soft and his touch so very tender.
“Angie, I see you have a wedding band, what about your husband?”
“What about my husband?”
“I’m guessing he wouldn’t be very happy with any of this, would he?”
It is too difficult sometimes to explain our lifestyle, so I bypass discussion relating to our cuckold marriage.
I may be damned for what I was doing, but I won’t be the first wife to have fun with a tradesman working in the home and certainly won’t be the last.
“My husband is out at the moment and he is away tonight too.”
“Mmmm, that’s interesting sweetheart. I do have two hours to kill before my next job, we could get to know each other a little better, more intimately shall we say?”
“Ooh I wish,” I said with a mischievous smile.
Marcus’ smile was as wide as mine, knowing he was getting somewhere with this willing housewife. There was a pause before sliding his hand right up to the hem of my shorts, his smile even bigger.
As a woman I soon found out it is so easy to seduce a man. I could feel my pussy dampen as both of his hands parted my legs very slightly. I gasped out quietly, “Oh my God!” This was moving on quickly now, I knew where it was heading and happy for it to continue.
Marcus had called my bluff with his comments about me not teasing him, I decided to go with it. Instinctively we both moved in closer, one hand left my thigh and reached toward the back of my head pulling my face to his. I closed my eyes until our lips touched, I was trembling so much now. I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to push on to my tongue. We French kissed passionately, deeply with vigour and urgency. My hands reached his broad neck as we gasped and snogged frantically.