14 comments/ 44076 views/ 4 favorites The Installation By: bb_peaks Phoebe couldn't believe she would finally be able to have Internet at her house. She couldn't recall the last time she browsed her favorite sites—she knew it was to the tune of beep, blip, buzz of dial-up. Jim, the installer, called to say he had an opening and could get to her house that morning. She told him that would be just fine and went home to wait. She turned on her computer and had everything situated when she saw the large white van pull into her driveway. She met Jim at the back door of the house and her heart skipped a beat as she looked into the most amazing blue eyes. Phoebe's husband had been away on business for a while and the sight of this tall, blue-eyed man left her heart aflutter and her nether regions stirring to life. This last time Frank left on business he seemed so distant to her and refused to make love her before leaving. That was 10 days ago and Phoebe found her box of toys wasn't taking care of the burning ache in her loins. She had never broken their vows of marriage in the 10 years they'd been together. If she kept having lusty thoughts about Jim, she knew it was just a matter of time before her inner sex kitten roared to life. "I see you have one pole with a satellite on it already," said Jim, bringing her out of her own thoughts. "Is that how you want your Internet satellite hooked up?" "No. You can put it on the roof." "Okay. I'll just need to see your computer and go over a few things before we get started." Damn, I want to fuck this man, thought Phoebe. She led him through her kitchen and living room and into the bedroom where the computer sat. She learned to fantasize about all sorts of men a long time ago while pleasing herself. She just never had one this close to her while in her own bedroom before. "I hope it's okay that it's a Mac," said Phoebe pointing to the small white box sitting in front of her television/computer monitor. "You run your cable through there too?" he asked. Phoebe nodded, trying not to stare into the deep pools of blue. She noticed Jim checking her out and starting thinking of scenarios in her mind to approach the subject of sex. Just as quick as they flicked through her mind, she discarded them. "There was nothing wrong with a little flirting," she thought. "It would sure give me something to think about after he leaves." "Well, it should take about two hours and you'll be up and running," said Jim. "I'm going to get started." She escorted him back outside and he pulled his van to the front of her house. Jim got out his ladder and placed it right in front of Phoebe's bedroom window. With lust in her eyes Phoebe watched Jim climb up and down the ladder as he prepped her house for her newest technological advance. He came back into the house to ask a few more questions. Phoebe, prepared to tell Jim he had the most amazing blue eyes she'd ever seen, chickened out when he asked if it was okay for him to drill a hole in the wall to put the cable. You can drill me, she thought and had to duck her head hide her mischievous smile. Why were all these sexual thoughts going through her mind with her husband gone? Did this mean their marriage was over? She knew she could support herself without any help from Frank and knew each time he left she started feeling less and less for him. All these lustful thoughts and feelings she began projecting toward Jim left her wanting to explore. Jim left the bedroom, leaving Phoebe with her panties way wetter than when he first entered. As she heard him begin to drill through her house, she closed her eyes and imagined Jim's hands running down her body has he used his penis to "drill" deep into her depths. She began to unconsciously lick her lips and closed her eyes. Her hands began to run up and down her breasts, gently massaging them over her shirt. When she realized what she was doing, Phoebe opened her eyes and noticed Jim turned his head quickly, but not quick enough to hide the smile on his face. While Phoebe attempted to compose herself and wait for Jim's return, she tried to think of another way to get Jim out of his clothes. "Oh my God," she thought. "I'm really wanting to fuck this man." He finished drilling and ran the cable to her bedroom. When he returned, he set up a white box and began plugging cords here and there. He used his own computer to verify the connection. Phoebe kept asking questions and talking, trying to find a way to slip in "will you fuck me please" without it being so obvious. Jim had to again head outside and position the dish because he wasn't getting a signal. Phoebe knew there was more than one signal he wasn't getting. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried in vain to think of a pickup line or something to show him that it was okay to fuck her. She made up her mind she was ready to take this step. "To hell with Frank," she said. "Hell. He's probably fucking some trumped up tart in the hotel lounge anyway." Bringing herself back to Jim, she thought and thought of ideas to make it be known that she wouldn't be saying no and to see if he was at least interested. "God if I were out somewhere, this would be a piece of cake to get him in the bed with me," Phoebe said to herself. "Maybe I shouldn't have told him I'm married." After about 10 minutes he returned to the bedroom and began pounding away at his keys. He started telling her information about her new provider and mentioned she would only be allowed a set amount of megabytes for downloading each day. Phoebe smiled. She finally had her opening. "Does that mean I won't be able to download that much porn?" she asked innocently. Jim's magnificent blue eyes got a little larger as he looked at her. "What? I've got needs and hubby's not here to take care of them. I don't suppose you'd wanna help a woman out?" Jim's face turned a few shades of red and Phoebe watched has he squirmed sitting on the edge of her bed. She knew he was definitely interested. "Now what," thought Phoebe as she stole a glance at Jim, who went back to his task of setting up her Internet. He clicked a few more things on his own computer and unplugged her modem from it. "Plug it in and you should be about all set," Jim told her. She did. He was right. It took a few clicks of the mouse and there it was in full color—Internet at home. He pulled out his clipboard and began to write things on it. Once he was done, he handed it to her. "I need you to initial all of these and then sign at the bottom." "He's sounding so professional now," thought Phoebe doing as he instructed. She handed him the clipboard back and stood up from sitting on her bed. He wasn't done though. He placed one more sheet on the clipboard. Phoebe didn't want to look silly by standing and sitting back down so she just stood as he explained the next sheet. He told her it was his company's personal technical support should something happen. She only heard "Whaw, wha whaw whaw whah," a la Charlie Brown and took the pen and clipboard, signing up for whatever he was offering. This time when he reached for the clipboard, their hands touched. Phoebe's heart began to beat faster and faster. Her blue—sometimes green in the right light—eyes stared deep into Jim's deep blue ones. Both let go of the clipboard at the same time and it clattered on the carpet. They reached for each other's hand and slowly moved closer to the other. Jim put a hand at the back of Phoebe's neck and brought her lips close to his. Phoebe closed her eyes and sighed as his lips touched hers. It was just as she pictured while watching him climb the ladder outside her house. While their lips explored, Phoebe rested her hands above Jim's tool belt. He brought his other hand up and cupped her face as his tongue gently parted her waiting lips, deepening the kiss. She moaned and began to suck on his tongue, her fingers drawing circles on his waist. Phoebe reached to the front of his tool belt and unfastened it before tossing it gently onto the ground. Their lips never broke contact. She grabbed the buttons holding his pants in place and made quick work of them. She began to run her hands under his t-shirt and drag her nails down his chest—careful not to scratch too hard. When her hands reached the top of his jeans, Phoebe hooked her thumbs under the waistband and the plaid boxers and tugged them gently down, breaking their kiss as she went lower. Once she had Jim's pants around his ankles she lifted one foot and then the other help him out of his boots. She began to lick her way up his leg and when she reached the center of his legs, she looked up and smiled. His cock stood at attention—thick and just right for her lips. She first took it between her hands and stroked it back and forth. She felt his balls and kneaded them while she positioned her lips over his cockhead. She looked up to stare into his deep blue eyes she began to suck on his cock. His pupils darkened his eyes as he stared down and watched her suck his cock, gently at first before taking it all the way into her mouth. While still rubbing his balls, she licked and sucked him. She stopped staring up at him and instead focused her attention to his manhood throbbing in her mouth. She tasted his precum as it seeped from him. "Mmm. You taste so good," Phoebe said as she brought her lips to the head. "Do you like that?" Jim nodded. Phoebe licked her way to the base of his shaft and sucked on first one ball and then the other before licking her way back to the top. As the sucked his dick in and out of her mouth, her hands ran up and down his shaft. She could feel his climax building and she wasn't ready for him to cum just yet. As she raised back up to kiss him, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties off her thighs. She cris-crossed her arms and discarded her shirt. By the time her lips reached Jim's she had already reached behind her and unfastened and tossed her bra to the side. The backs of Jim's legs butted against the bed and Phoebe gently pushed him over. As soon as he lay on his back, she climbed a top him, her firm breasts touching his body. Phoebe put one knee on either side of Jim's hips and lowered her moist pussy to his waiting cock. She began to rub her own breasts and pinch her nipples as she bounced up and down. Jim reached up and replaced her hands with his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to fuck him faster and faster. She closed her eyes and began to moan and cry out, softly at first and then with more urgency. "Oh god, I'm going to cum," she screamed. Jim felt her pussy tighten on his cock and he thrust his hips to meet hers a few times before he came inside her. Phoebe collapsed onto Jim's chest. He ran his hands over her back lightly as he felt her breathing come back to normal. When she felt she could stand on her own two feet without falling down, she raised up and let Jim's cock slide out of her pussy. She made her way to the bathroom where she gave herself a quick PTA (pussy, tits and ass) bath and put on her robe. Jim had already dressed—complete with tool belt—by the time Phoebe returned to the bedroom. He began to walk toward the back door. She followed. "If you have any problems, don't hesitate to give us a call," said Jim with a wink. "You can bet I will," Phoebe said as she closed the back door with a wide smile. The Installation It had been two weeks since you had invited a carpenter to our home to have him take measurements for building a new headboard for our bed. While he was in our bedroom, you seduced him into fucking you as I sipped on a beverage in our basement listening to every moan, and every creak of our bed. As we made love after he left, you told me that you hoped he would return, and he had hinted that he might bring his partner when he did. Today was the day. He had phoned you the day prior to say that our headboard was complete, and that he could install it today. We were both excited that he was coming back, and with any luck you would be able to seduce him once more, this time while I listened from directly above our bedroom in our attic. You took a very long shower in anticipation of his arrival. As you shaved your pussy completely bald, you hoped you would feel his hard cock inside you again. Your pussy warmed as you imagined you and I making love after he was gone. Stepping out of the shower, you decided to wrap yourself in nothing but your favourite robe, and just as you placed your hand on the bathroom doorknob, I heard the doorbell ring. From my post in the attic I heard your steps down the stairs to the front door. I then heard a man's voice - his voice - then your soft laugh, and then I heard another man's voice. As he had hinted, he returned with a friend. My cock hardened at the thought of you being taken by two men in our bed. There was some banging and clomping as the two men carried the heavy headboard upstairs and into our bedroom. You closed and locked the front door, and followed them upstairs. "This will only take a few minutes," I heard the other man say as they prepared to install the new headboard. "Take your time," you responded with a wink in your voice. You watched as the two men moved our bed from the wall and attached the headboard to the frame. "It looks beautiful," I heard you say when they had finished. "I installed these especially for those," Said the man who had been fucking you just two weeks prior in that same bed. He was referring to two metal rings that he had installed at each side of the headboard. During his first visit he had seen our handcuffs on a shelf in our bedroom, so he added this special feature when building the headboard. "Ooh, I can't wait to try those out!" You exclaimed, your pussy dampening at the thought. "No time like the present," he replied. You needed no further prodding, and you let your robe fall to the ground, and you stood before the two men wearing nothing. They asked you to lay back on the bed, and the carpenter handed his partner one set of the handcuffs, while he took the other pair. They each clamped the cuffs to your wrists, and then clicked them in place in the metal rings leaving you naked on your back with both of your hands spread wide and locked in place. The links of the handcuffs clinked as you tugged lightly with your arms. At that moment you were both excited, and slightly fearful of what was to come. As you lay there, unable to move your arms, both men undressed. The carpenter's partner was shorter and stockier than he, but his arms and hands appeared to be as strong as you remembered the carpenter's having been. The men stood on each side of our bed, and they began running their hands along your body. You soaked up the delicious agony of not being able to move, or touch them in return. The partner of the carpenter massaged your left breast, pinching your nipples gently, while his boss ran his hand along your inner thigh. I could hear you moan, and the handcuffs again clinked as you squirmed with excitement of the two men touching you wherever they wanted. "Oooohh!" You moaned as his fingers found your soaked pussy. "You shaved it all off. I like that," said the man. He moved his head between your legs as the other man got onto the bed, and held his rock hard cock in front of your face, just out of reach of your mouth. You groaned loudly as his boss began exploring your pussy with his tongue. The other man moved his cock close enough to your mouth that you could take its head inside. After a couple of seconds swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, he pulled out. "Noooo..." you said when his cock was just out of your reach. You lifted your head and tugged on your handcuffed arms, but he was too far away. With a short, deep laugh, he lightly slapped your lips with the head of his cock. "She's a hot one," he said to his boss who was busy exploring your pussy with his tongue. "Mmmm hmmm," was his muffled reply. After teasing you a little more, the man moved his cock close enough that you could take his full length into your warm, open mouth. He groaned loudly as your bottom lip reached the base of his cock. He grabbed a handful of your hair, and pulled on it as he drove his shaft deep into your mouth. You gagged and moaned at the same time, and he began rhythmically fucking your wet mouth. The carpenter looked up from your pussy and watched his partner fuck your face. He crawled up the bed and knelt beside your head. You could feel his hard cock resting against your cheek as his partner continued to slide his cock in and out of your mouth. You pulled your head back, and turned to the right where your lips met with the head of the carpenter's cock. He let out a grunt as he slid his hard manhood into your sweet mouth. As his partner did, he aggressively grabbed a handful of your hair and began thrusting into your mouth. His loud moans echoed in the attic. The other man placed his cock beside your mouth as you continued to suck his boss. He began pressing against the side of your mouth, and you pulled your head back and opened as wide as you could, allowing both cock heads to hover at the entrance of your mouth while your tongue danced from one to the other. The handcuffs clanked loudly as you instinctively tried to move your arms. I could hear you gag a little as both men slid the heads of their cocks into your mouth. Your wrists hurt, and you tried to pull less, but the excitement would not allow for that. With your hands bound you had no control as the two cocks inched their way into your mouth. From the attic I could hear the bed creaking as three bodies caused the bed to shift back and forth enough for the springs, and the floor to send a clear signal that things were intensifying. "I'm gonna take a dip in that sweet pussy," I heard the one man say to his boss. The creaking of the bed became louder as he moved to position himself between your legs. A moment later I heard a muffled, but loud groan as he slid his thick, hard cock into your pussy while his boss was thrusting his long shaft deep into your mouth. I took a sip of my beverage as I sat in the attic listening, and I began stroking my rock hard cock through my pants. The two men continued to control you. The carpenter fucking your mouth, and his partner slamming his cock into your sweet pussy. "We don't have much time before we have to be at the next job," I heard the boss say, "And I want some of that too." The sound of bed springs echoed in the attic as the two men switched places. The carpenter lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and began rubbing the head of his cock against the pussy that his partner had warmed up for him. Unlike the last time, he didn't ease himself into you, but instead drove quickly inside you causing you to scream with delight. As his shaft hammered into you, you pulled hard on the cuffs that bound you as his partner slid his this cock into your open mouth. You winced at the pain in both your wrists and your pussy, but you wouldn't have changed anything. You were being controlled, and it turned you on. The bed shifted back and forth noisily, and your head occasionally banged off our new headboard as both men increased their pace. "I'm gonna blow!" I heard the carpenter's partner say. Seconds after that announcement he pulled his cock from your mouth as streams of hot cum streamed onto your face and neck. Unable to move, you had no control over where his cum landed, and in that moment, you didn't care. Pulse after pulse, stream after stream, his warm fluid landed on your cheek, your chin, your neck, your lips. "I'm right behind you!" The boss yelled as his cock stiffened and he began to explode inside your pussy. Pulling his cock out of you, he continued stroking his cock, enjoying his orgasm as his white juice landed on your stomach, and on your hairless pussy. I could hear your moans which verged on screams and I could tell that you were cumming as well. "Holy shit, she's a squirter!" the partner said to his boss as streams of your clear orgasmic fluid sprayed out and onto our bed. While his partner began getting dressed, the carpenter moved to free you from your handcuffs. "No, leave them, I want to enjoy this for a while," you told him, "Don't worry, I will be able to get out of them." The two men dressed, and as they left the bedroom, the carpenter thanked you for your business with a wide smile. I listened as the two men went down the stairs, and out the front door. From the attic window I watched as they drove away in his pickup truck. I picked up my now empty glass and came down the stairs from the attic. You could hear me close the attic door, and you had expected our bedroom door to open, but instead you heard me continue on down to the first floor where I made my way to the kitchen to refill my glass and to pour you a glass of wine. You waited on our bed. You had no choice. Naked, covered in the cum of two men, and unable to move. You wondered where I had gone, and you were beginning to worry until you heard my footsteps coming back up the stairs. I stood in the doorway of our bedroom, taking in the site of you chained to our headboard, your face and abdomen glistening with the remnants of your fucking. You looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile of yours, and I entered our room. I placed your glass of wine on your bedside table. So close, yet impossible for you to reach. I put my glass of vodka on the shelf on my side of the bed and I removed my pants which came as a relief to my cock which had been agonizingly hard for the last 40 minutes. I crawled into the bed, turned on by the clinking of the handcuff links, and I leaned in and kissed you deeply. The sticky fluid left behind by the carpenter's partner tasted salty as I swirled my tongue around your cheek and chin, scooping it up, and pushing it into your mouth. You groaned with delight as you sucked my tongue tightly. Leaving your arms bound to our beautiful new headboard, and moved down to position my head between your legs. You pulled hard on the handcuffs as I kissed your inner thigh while I watched the carpenter's white fluid slowly seep from your swollen, red pussy lips. "Please lick me," you whispered to me, "Please..." Very gently I let my tongue flick back and forth against your swollen clit. I could smell his semen, and as I softly probed your pussy with my tongue, I could taste it as well. You were desperate to put your hands on my head and grind yourself into my face but you couldn't, so instead you patiently waited for that feeling of my chin pushing into you as my tongue reached as far as it could inside you. I decided to tease you some more, so I moved up the bed, and placed my hard cock in front of your mouth. I swirled the head of my cock around in the fluid on your cheek, and initially you licked the head of my cock, but then you stopped. "Please release me," you whispered. Looking down at your cum covered face, I wanted to drive my cock inside your mouth and thrust until I exploded in your throat, but I instead removed one of the handcuffs, and then the other. Once free, you pushed me down on the bed, and clamped a handcuff to my wrist and then to the ring on the bed. Quickly you grabbed my other wrist and did the same leaving me unable to move as you had been for nearly an hour. You kissed me deeply, the carpenter's partner's fluids transferring from your face to mine, and then with a smile, you moved up the bed and straddled my face. Hovering above me, I watched your beautiful pussy as a large drop of the carpenter's cum seeped out and dropped onto my chin. You moaned loudly, and lowered your pussy onto my mouth grinding hard into me as my tongue went deep inside you. Holding my head with both hands, my arms unable to move, you began sliding your dripping pussy back and forth on my face as more and more of the carpenter's cum flowed from your bald pussy onto my face and into my mouth. Suddenly you began to cum once again, and in a huge wave you squirted your orgasmic fluid over my face and neck, soaking the sheet beneath my head. Quickly you moved away from my face and began sucking my hard, aching cock making it slippery before mounting me with your swollen pussy. With your hands on my shoulders, and my arms unable to touch you, the feeling of your wet pussy sliding up and down on my cock was pure bliss. Faster, and faster you rode me until you again were spraying over my cock, soaking me, and our sheets. Unable to hold it any longer, my cock exploded inside you causing us both to grunt and moan loudly. With both of us exhausted, you freed me from the handcuffs, and slid off my cock, collapsing beside me, breathing heavily and smiling. "How do you like our new headboard honey?" You asked, kissing me deeply. "Perhaps we could use a foot-board as well," I replied, returning your kiss. "Indeed," you whispered in my ear.