0 comments/ 54390 views/ 2 favorites The Electrician By: HubbyNheat I have been a fan of reading erotic literature for a long time, this is my first attempt at writing. It is based on a recent event. First, let me describe my wife. She is very pretty, 5-7, brown hair, greenish brown eyes, and a gorgeous breasts. The only problem is she is very self-conscience about her weight, she has the perfect body to me. I have tried for years to get her to dress more sexy, low-cut blouses, shorter skirts, etc. But to no avail. Well about a month ago I had been having a problem with the electricity in the house. There seemed to be a short somewhere. With all the bills we have had recently this was going to be another big annoyance. A few days later my wife reminded me that her friends husband was an electrician, maybe we could call him. I had forgotten all about him. My wife and I had been close friends with them early in our marriage, but they had moved and we really hadn't kept in touch too much. I called "Tom" and he said he was real busy but would be out next week. He stood us up and twice more. At this point, my wife had wanted to call an electrician out of the phone book. Thinking of the money, I wasn't ready to do that. Plus the fact that I had always joked with my wife that we should swap partners with them back in the early days. His wife was one of my wife's best friends back then and I had a crush on her. So just thinking of that over the last few weeks has given me plenty of fantasies. Finally, he kept our fourth appointment. He was to come over early in the morning before I had to leave for work. My wife woke me early that morning. We dressed and sat in the living room waiting for Tom, who showed up about a half hour late. During that time I talked to my wife about some of my fantasies and tried to get her to take off her bra. She was wearing a short-sleeve blouse and even if she had taken the bra off, she wouldn't have shown him anything. It was just the idea that I knew she wasn't wearing one with him being there. It just does something for me. To my surprise, just before he showed up she unclasped her bra and pulled it off through one of her sleeves (I love when she takes it off that way). She just smiled. I figured she knew he wouldn't be able to tell anyway. A few minutes later Tom arrived and started working on some outlets and my wife left the room. She appeared a little while later and asked if anyone wanted coffee. I noticed the top button on her blouse was now undone, she was actually showing a little cleavage. I couldn't tell however if this was on purpose or not though because the top two buttons on that shirt always seemed to have a mind of its own. A lot of times they would open on their own and she would keep rebuttoning them. I also thought she may have done that just to get me going. She loves to tease me. She left to go get the coffee from a little shop down the road. All I could think about was her gorgeous breasts falling out. She was gone only about 5 minutes. Tom had seemed to have located the problem just after receiving the coffee. He went to his truck to get some supplies. While he was gone, I tried to get my wife to unbutton her second button, this gives a great shot of cleavage. She refused and seemed to get upset with me- telling me that I am never happy. This was very discouraging, so I just settled for what I could get at that point. At least she was showing a little cleavage. He returned from the truck and finished the job. It had really started to rain pretty hard and the three of us sat and talked for a half hour or so, catching up on old times. Before he left I asked several times how much I had owed him he kept refusing any payment. When he was ready to leave we all stood up. It was either now or never I thought. I went behind my wife and lifted up her blouse up to her neck and said "since you don't want any money, you should at least get a look at these!" Now I know he is a breast man. I went to his bachelor party and his eyes never left the strippers tits. I saw the same look in his eyes now as he stared at my wife's tits. To my surprise my wife offered no resistance. She just looked at him while he looked at her chest. I began to unbutton the blouse as it was bunched up around her neck and let it fall to the floor. I could see her pink nipples stiffen and elongate as her areolas shrunk. Her breasts were gorgeous. Tom was almost salivating. To be continued... The Electrician Kristy stood outside the building looking up at the new sign "Boutique Despair." For weeks she had been watching the men hammer and nail every piece of wood in the small building. She sighed heavily as she looked up at the open windows of the apartment above. She had spent her entire life savings on her dream; dreams don't come easily for a girl from a small town. Most of the time, they were crushed under the feet of the corporate world in a large city. Not this time, she smiled as she thought. Not this time. This time it was her dreams, her mark and no one was going to come between her dreams. Only a few weeks left and she would finally be able to open shop. She was so attached to the idea that she purchased the only building that contained a one bedroom apartment upstairs. Sure it wasn't some grand scale building but, it was hers and hers alone. She could hardly contain her excitement as it grew daily. That was until she stepped back inside. Michael Andrews, the heavy set 50 year old forman of Concrete Studios rubbed his prickly jawline as he walked towards her. Walked wasn't exactly the word to describe how he moved, more like wobled. He almost reminded her of the toys from the late seventies that made a short comeback in the late 90's only to fall out again to the public's distate. The song from the commercial echoed in her head as she watched him, causing her to smile to herself. Her smile resulted in an immediate frown once he had approached her. "Miss. DeMorte" He tried his hardest to entertain the french vernacular of her name but fell short to sounding like DaMortie instead. "We seem to have a problem. Looks like tha wirin's gone bad. Can't be hookin up the lights until it's fixed. Only man we got capable of the job is Julian. He'll be workin the night shift ta fix it fer ya'." He didn't wait for a response only turned his back to shout at some teenage lookin kid to put the damn saftey on the nail gun before he pokes a hole in someone's head. Kristy's chest sank as she listened to the foreman with wide eyes. Dear god, anyone but Julian, she thought to herself as she shuddered at the thought. Naturally by her reaction one might have expected a repulsive looking troll, drooling and letcherous. It was completely the opposite but uncomfortable nonethe less. Julian Rebelle was a tall man and well built. At 29 he looked like something that would have come off the cover of GQ Magazine, the real man edition. He was easy on the eyes, and not so easy on the imagination. Normally he would have been the type of man to sweep anyone off their feet. Julian spent the past few weeks stealing glances, no... watching her. She was that, that's what he'd been doing. He watched her every move with those deep grey eyes that looked like the night's sky before a thunderstorm. On occassion she would often smile and say hello only to fall short with no response from him just the constant stare. Glancing up at the scaffold Julian knelt, sander in head, his body covered with a light perspiration that caused his white wife beater tank to become almost see through. She swallowed hard as his eyes locked on hers. Stepping from one nervous foot to the other Kristy turned and moved towards the foreman. Wincing she pressed for someone else to do the job, anyone else. The foreman laughed explaining that Julian was the best choice for the job and that she was in good hands. Good hands, she sighed to herself as she looked back up at him only to meet his gaze again. That was the problem, she shivered at the thought... being in his good, strong hands, her body pulled against his, her fingers dancing over the sculpted muscles of his arms, and chest. She jumped snapping her out of her day dream as a hammer broke through a fresh package of tile. The sound echoing in the building. Sipping her coffee she watched as the men filtered out into the street, one by one. She could have just sat in her apartment all night but then, could she relinquish the control of her new lively hood to anyone. No she couldn't. Kristy made herself busy on the new counters sorting through paper work insuring the inventory about to arrive was correct and that everything matched up. She never heard him until she felt the warm breath on the back of her neck. Swiftly she turned staring up at the chistled face of the man. She felt her knees grow weak for a second before regaining her composure. "What?!" Her shock and unease echoed from her voice in an irritated manner Julian watched her, his eyes searching her face, before locking on her eyes, pools of emerald, bittersweet flickers of light dancing amist the alluring sea of green. He was silent as a small grin slowly crept across his mouth. The upper corner of his lip curling slightly, in some Elvis meets Billy Idol snare. "I want to get between your legs" His voice was low as he spoke his first words to her. Kristy stared at him with wide eyes. She shook her head as if she didn't hear him right followed by the furrow of her brow. "What did you say to me?" His smile widened a bit "I said I need to get under the counter. He lifted his hand slowly, a loop of electrical wires in his hand. Kristy shook her head again and stepped aside to let him through. She was sure she heard something else when he first spoke. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. Why was he making her so nervous? Julian kneeled down crawling under the counter adjusting the wiring beneath before turning to climb out. His heat pounded in his chest as his eyes fell against her jean clad legs. Closing his eyes he listened to the material as it rubbed slightly and crinkled with her movements as she transfered the weight from one foot to the other. He inhaled deeply smelling her perfume, and the sweet enticing erotic scent of her body. He had never expected to be drawn to anyone as he was to her. Every day was like an eternity of hell, watching her, memorizing her gestures, her voice, and her scent. What started out as a simple interest had become an obsession. It was the same every night. After the job he did the same thing, went home showered and stared at the pictures of her that plastered his apartment walls before going out and sitting outside her apartment with his camera watching her from the confines of his truck as she past her open window at night. There wasn't a moment that she wasn't on his mind since they met. The torturous dreams that filled his sleep of her body stetched out along a bed inviting his to enter hers plagued him night after night. She was destined to be his and his alone. All reason left him as he climbed out from beneath the counter, pressing his body against her side. His fingers sweeping over her shoulder as he brushed the hair away from her neck, exposing the porcelain flesh. As soon as his body pressed against hers, she froze. Her mouth gaped open slowly as a light gasp eminated from her mouth. It took only moments for her to grasp the situation of this man pressed against her, his hands brushing along her skin before she wheeled around, the palm of her hand making contact with the roughness of his stubbled cheek. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She screamed at him as she took a step back. Her eyes widened in horror at the sudden advance. He lifted a hand to his face rubbing his palm against the now reddened mark that lain across his cheek. His eyes locked on hers as his smile remained. "Why are you being so difficult Kristina?" His voice was low like the sweet breeze on a warm summer's day lulling you to sleep. In the past few weeks he had never said a word, not to her directly maybe to the pictures and to her in the silent confines of his mind and truck but never directly to her. Kristy stepped back and shifted her footing to the side as she began to inch her way towards the staircase. Fear filled her body as she watched him, knowing that any further advances could only mean two things, one he was crazy and would hurt her and two, which was worse that she wouldn't be able to stop him, or want to stop him. As she stepped towards the stairs, he took two steps towards her. "Look I don't know what the hell you want but, you ain't getting it. Get out now Julian or I swear I will have you fired!! "The false bravado filled her teasing with the fires of lust that rampaged through her body. "Fire me?" He laughed as he stepped closer to her. "Why would you have me fired? I've watched you, I've seen you. I know what you want. I know how you lie in bed calling out my name as your hands run along your body. I know you want me as bad as I want you." What the fuck Kristy thought as she stared at him with wide eyes. "You're fucking insane, get out before I call the cops!" She screamed as she swallowed hard. Her body was shaking, nerves fired within her body like small firecrackers, exploding in wild frenzies. She had read stories and seen shows of women who were attacked, as they felt some power racing through them, but she never heard anyone express that deep down inside they were excited that a wetness dampened them that they wanted to fling themselves at the man and scream take me, take me now. What was happening she thought to herself as her breath quickened. There she was, only three feet from the stairs, only three feet from safety. The anxiousness caused her eyes to well up. Taking a huge step forward she jolted towards the stairs. Her foot barely touched the top step before he was on top of her back. His breath in her ear as his chest pressed her against the rail. "You like playing games Kristina?" He whispered hotly into her ear. "You wanted me to catch you didn't you? Kristy fought trying to pull herself up the stairwell as she screamed for him to get off her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. His right hand crawled up the front of her body towards her throat, his fingers caressed her skin as she struggled sweeping down to capture her heaving breast in his hand. His other hand pressed against her stomache as it moved swiftly down to her material covered pussy, gripping and massaging it through her jeans. Kristy called out as she felt his hands touching the most private parts of her body, covered or not. Despite the fear excitement raged through her as her panties became damper with each movement of his strong fingers, her nipples hardening under his touch. Why was her body betraying her like this, she wondered. Thowing her elbow back into his gut she shoved her head backwards making contact with his head, knocking him back. Sprinting up the stairs, he howled in pain beneath her and jolted after her catching her halfway up the stairwell. Grabbing her shoulder he pulled her around, his hand colliding with her mouth and cheek as it swept across her face. A small rivulet of blood cascaded down her chin as she stared up at him. "Julian, No... Stop!" She begged. Her feet were kicking wildly beneath him as he trapped her hands above her head. Holding the weight with one hand, he reached for the electrical wire attached to his belt and pulled forth. Wrapping the wire about her wrists he tied her to the banister. Straddling her hips his hands swept over her body. His fingers leaving shocks as they traveled along her skin teasing with the seam of her shirt. "Why do you have make everything so difficult Kristina? Why?" He shouted. "Can't you see, I am only trying to love you to give you what you want? Why?" "I don't want this!" She screamed. Her scream was silenced as his lips pressed against hers, his tongue forcing past her lips as his hands tore the shirt from her body sending buttons flying. As he kissed her she tried desperately to pull from him, biting into his lip as his fingers traveled over the thin lace of her bra. Pulling back his hand delivered another slap to her already reddened cheek. "Stop it!" He yelled into her face as he ripped the lace from her body exposing the pert breasts beneath. The more she struggled the more he fought, the more he fought the more turned on they both became. Unable to control himself any longer he pressed his lips around her nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth teasing the hardened nipple with his teeth as his hands pulled and pushed the jeans from her body. Kristy began to kick desperately trying to push him off her. His hand moved quickly as he wasted no time pulling his cock from his jeans. She gasped as she felt the heat of his throbbing prick press against the wetness of her pussy. "No!" She cried as he ran the head of his cock along her pussy slit, groaning as the hot wetness of her body coated the head. His eyes locked on hers as he pushed his cock into her "I love you Kristina "She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as he entered her filling her tight wet cunt with his throbbing cock. He was so thick, so big, her breath caught in her throat as she gasped. She wanted him to stop, but she couldn't stop the excitement that flowed through her. Twisting her wrists the binds cut into the tender flesh of her wrist as she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Gasping she looked to him. "Stop it... Get the fuck off me!" She bucked her hips upwards forcing him to thrust deeper into her. A low groan emerged from him. His hips began to pump wildly as he slammed in and out of her repeatedly picking up speed. Her body betrayed her as moans emerged from her throat as her body lifted to meet his. Closing her eyes she tilted her head back as her mouth opened to a silent "O". "Not like this... please... oh god, not like this" She gasped her eyes locking with his as their bodies moved in unison. Julian leaned forward kissing her hotly on the lips, whispering against them. "I've always wanted you, always... you've always been mine" His words filled her ears as she lifted her head encouraging the kiss. Their bodies erupted together in a frenzy of orgasmic desire. His throbbing cock still inside her as he lifted his hands untying her binds. As she pulled away he watched her and smiled, his chest heaving with panted breaths. She exhaled deeply as she stared at him, suddenly slamming her foot into his jaw before bolting up the rest of the stairs. "You son of a bitch!" She screamed as she ran. Slamming the door behind her she pressed her back against it and crouched down, her face in her hands as tears fell down her cheeks. Outside the door, his fists pounded away at the wood as he yelled "Kristy don't do this... you belong with me... OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! " Pulling herself upright she stood taking a step back from the door. Placing all his weight behind him he slammed his body into the door opening it. He stared at her for a minute his eyes a blaze. Kristy took one step back as he advanced upon her, the back of his hand powering across her cheek reopening the wound. "Never walk away from me again." He hissed. As she stared up into his eyes, her tongue tasting the metallic fluid at the corner of her lip, she knew that she would never be able to walk away from him. As much as she fought she knew that he was the one for her. He would take her whenever he wanted and she would love every minute of it. The Electrician Carino went about her daily tasks around the apartment. She was just about done when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door to a man she hadn't seen before. He wore a uniform with the name of the electrical company she had seen working there a couple weeks prior. He introduced himself as an employee of that company and told her he was there to replace all the electrical outlets. She shrugged telling him, "It would be nice if they told us things." He chuckled saying it would make his job a lot easier. They both laughed she allowed him in past her and closed the door. He told her he would be shutting off the power here and there for a short period of time and suggested she shut down her computer. She giggled and said, "No, that cuts me off from my friends." Carino shut down the computer and let him begin his work, noting aloud she hoped he liked moving furniture. He laughed as he flipped the switch and opened his tool box. Carino knew "Daddy" was due later that evening for dinner. She had most of it already prepared. She checked over it one last time before asking the electrician to tend to the outlets in the bathroom so she could bathe. The electrician told her as soon as he was done with the one he was working on he would be happy to take care of the ones in the bathroom. She gathered all the things she would need for her shower, and waited patiently as he completed the task. He tipped his cap to her as he left the bathroom. "See, I aim to please," he said. She giggled and said she did too. Carino's breasts brushed against his chest as she passed him in the hall. He blushed and she lowered her eyes. She told him she was sorry. He laughed. "The hallway is just a bit narrow." She quickly excused herself and closed the door behind her. Carino drew in a deep sigh, she really didn't need a worker in her house. It would interfere with her preparation for "Daddy's" arrival. She knew he would understand if things were a bit late, but she didn't like him having to wait for anything. She began to draw her shower. Once the water was running, she lit an incense and two candles. She turned off the light and stared into the flickering candlelight for a bit. She shivered. It was almost as though "Daddy" had touched her. She slowly unbuttoned her dress, watching herself in the mirror. She remembered a day when she wouldn't have even had a mirror in bathroom. A smile came to her lips; he would like knowing what she was feeling. As Carino let the dress drop to the floor, she heard the electrician gasp and say, "Oh my!" She tried to hide that she had heard him. It was clear that he had moved into her room. She covered her mouth, somewhat muffling her laughter. She guessed all of the toys in her bedroom would shock most. She had laid out the toys "Daddy" had requested. Her laughter could no longer be contained. She soon gathered her focus and began her shower. She closed her eyes as the hot water pelted her skin. She thought about what "Daddy" had told her would do next time they showered together. She tried hard to focus on his face, more though his eyes. She turned to face the stream of water, letting it beat down hard against her chest. She bit her lower lip and she could feel her breath growing more rapid. She shuddered as the bathroom door opened. She smiled thinking "Daddy" had finally gotten off work early. She picked up the sponge, poured some soap on it and began working it into a nice lather. She pretended not to notice when the shower curtain was pulled back. She began to run the sponge on her body. She felt the blindfold being tied into place. "Oh, 'Daddy' is in the mood to play," she said aloud. His hands traveled over her slippery body. He took the sponge from her hands and began using it on her. There wasn't anything on her he didn't poke, prod or caress. He positioned her hands on the wall of the shower. She wondered why he hadn't told her to position for him. He knew that only excited her more, even when she knew he was going to say it. His hands pulled her hips back slightly more than they had been. She felt fingers being forced into her ass. She moaned softly, whispering, "Please 'Daddy' fuck my ass." She felt his cock penetrate her ass in one thrust. Carino whimpered and began to meet his thrusts, pushing back on him firmly. His hands were still on her hips, pulling her back with more force. Her body quivered and her fingers grasped helplessly on the tiles. She could feel her orgasm rising, and so could he. He stopped pumping into her, making her beg and plead for him to fuck her and allow her to cum. He said nothing just began plunging into her making her cry out in need: begging him to allow her to cum. He said nothing. Carino struggled hard to hold back her orgasms, her cries for release went unanswered. Carino could no longer hold back and screamed out she couldn't hold onto it any longer. Her body trembled and she could feel her knees become weak. She whimpered softly and went to her knees in the shower when his cock was pulled from her. She leaned her head back slightly and let the water wash over her. Carino's thighs quivered, her breath labored, her knees refusing to allow her to stand. She knelt in the shower trying to regroup, finally reaching out for him needing to be calmed as only he could do. Startled to find out he was not there, she pulled off the blindfold: her eyes trying to focus. She felt a shiver run through her body. She turned off the shower and stood up, carefully stepping out of the tub, looking around, feeling now almost that she was dreaming. Carino wrapped a towel around her and opened the bathroom door as slowly as someone peering into the closet looking for the bogeyman. She almost screamed as she heard, "Daddy" call for her, as she walked into the hallway. "What is it sweetheart? You look as though you did not expect me," he said. She shivered again. "No 'Daddy', I knew you were coming. It is just ..." Her voice trailed off. She looked at him closely. His body wasn't damp, his clothes didn't cling to him. His hair was dry, even a bit wind blown. She glanced at the clock; she had been in the shower an hour. She looked at him. "Daddy, shall I prepare your shower? I am running a bit late I need to get dinner going." He only chuckled, "Dinner can wait a bit. I have something I want to show you." He pulled the edge of the towel causing it to fall and pulled her to him, his hips grinding into hers. "Yes, little one, there is something I definitely want to show you." She glanced around the apartment, noting that she needed to talk to the electrician.