Havoc_Tia

“Don’t worry about it hun, I’ll take care of it. Just head to work,” my wife stated as I grabbed my protein shake and jacket. It was a cool December morning and the Direct TV technician was scheduled to be out, after I was cornered at Sam's club earlier that week and had subscribed. I had a list of questions and requirements for the technician and was stressing not being there to keep an eye on how they did the install. But I knew my wife would take care of things and I needed to go get a paycheck. So I kissed her, grabbed the keys and went out and fired up the truck. The wife went back to sleep. A little while later a knock came at the door and startled the wife. She had overslept and didn’t have time to get dressed or anything. So she rushed to the door in her booty shorts and t with no bra to greet the technician. Now if you don’t know the wife has a booty worthy of worship, so “booty shorts” are more like a glorified thong. Cheeks just hanging out all over. The technician comes in and stops in the dining room. He begins to ask questions and explain to the wife what the plan is. At this point she interjects and starts laying out the concerns I had with the brick and what not. By this time he had noticed her state of dress and had started to get a little tight in the trousers. I mean what black guy wouldn’t be enamored by a big booty white girl? He attempted to answer her questions but was stammering, noticeably. The wife kind of chuckled and walked away, booty swaying and said “We’ll I’ll leave you to it.” The technician walked out and started his work. My wife then texted me and let me know the technician was there and he had begun working. About 30 minutes later the technician came back in and had some questions for my wife. It appeared he needed to see something upstairs, the attic access, to trace some cables. In hindsight he just wanted a reason to follow her up a set of stairs. As she guided him her ass was now at eye level and his pants were very restrictive now. She showed him the access hatch, he climbed up popped his head in and came back out. “Okay, that’s what I needed,” he said as he came back down the attic access. “What about the existing cables that come in in the back corner?” he asked. “Oh you must mean the bedroom,” said the wife with a hint of deviousness. “Right this way.” She led him down the hallway and into our bedroom. The technician made a noticeable swallow and followed. As they crossed the threshold she pointed to the corner of the room and said I think that’s the cable you are looking for. He nodded and went to inspect it. Feeling a bit uncomfortable at this point he thanked the wife for showing him around and went back out to the van to get himself together. My wife texted me with an update. So I took a short break to video call her. She also mentioned he had surprised her being early, and that she hadn’t gotten to change. I rolled my eyes and made a sly comment about how she wouldn’t have changed anyway and enjoyed the teasing. Her smile and eye roll said “You’re probably right.” I wished her the best but had to get back to work, after thanking her for taking care of the appointment and protecting the house I hung up and got back to work. The technician came in, with what looked like an uncomfortable bulge in his pants and a look of dread on his face. “Miss it seems I don’t have the required tools to finish this job so I’m going to have to go to the next job, get those tools and come back later.” “Oh, well that’s a shame we were hoping this would be done today.” she replied. “That tool in your pants looks like it needs some relief,” she said with a smirk. This caught him completely off guard, he blushed and looked at her like a lost puppy. “I’m not sure what you mean ma’am. I’ve got everything packed up and am going to head to the next job site,” he stated. “Not yet your not. I can’t let you leave all worked up like that. It’s my fault, plus I think I really need some of that, “ my wife explained. “Umm…” he stammered. “Let me see that dick that’s trying to escape your pants,” she stated bluntly. He just blinked in awe and stood there with a deer in the headlights look. So my wife walked over with one hand grabbed his dick through his pants and with the other took his head and pushed it into her chest. “I said I want that cock out of those pants so I can play with it. Got it?” She released him and walked over to the stairs, walked about halfway up making sure to accentuate her ass, then turned around and sat down.The technician seemed to finally get that he was not in charge and complied. He undid his pants and let his thick 8 inch cock fall out. He pulled his pants off his ankles and walked over to the side of the stairs. My wife reached down and stroked his cock. “Isn’t that better now. I'm sorry my ass made you so uncomfortable. Maybe I can make it up to you,” she said. She spit in her hand and went back to stroking his fat black cock. She paused long enough to take her shirt off so that the technician could play with her tits, while she got his cock fully ready to go. He’d already grown another inch. He was a bit more receptive and confident now. While he was working her nipples with his tongue he took his right hand and grabbed her right thigh. He then worked his way up to the front of her shorts and started applying pressure to her lips through her shorts. Her grip tightened a little on his dick as she took an excited short gasp of air. The technician pulled away from her grip and grabbed her shorts by the waist on both sides and removed them with one pull. He started to drop down, going to dive into that pussy but he was stopped. “Nope. My husband isn’t here to give you permission for that. No tongue. Just your dick,” she stated firmly as she spit in her hand and added to wetness growing between her legs. She then pushed him back a little bit, came down the stairs a little turned around with one foot on the stairs and the other on the floor and bent over. She looked back and said, “Now that you have a great view why don’t you put that tool to use.” He stepped up put his thumbs at the base of her pussy lips with his fingers going up her ass cheeks and spread her open. Then worked his dick into her waiting pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and he was only a third of they way in. She still had 6 inches to go. He started his long stroke, slowly inching his way all the way in. Once he sunk his dick balls deep in that pussy he removed his hands from her backside and took one and put it on her left hip and grabbed a handful of hair with the other. “Oh my god, yes. Give me that dick,” she moaned as she pushed back to get all of that 9 inches. A few minutes of this and my wife pulled away. “These stairs are getting uncomfortable. Lets move over to the table,” she said. He backed off and she got off the stairs. Grabbed a blanket from the couch and put it on the table as cushion. Spread her legs, to open her inviting pussy and waited for the dick to resume pounding her. This new position really let him rock her world and she came with a little teasing of her clit. Once she got off she looked up and noticed he was getting close. “I want you to let me know when you are ready to cum, so I can have you paint my toes with it. I think that's a good way to repay my husband for making me deal with this while he’s at work,” she said slyly. About 30 seconds later he pulled out abruptly. As he did this my wife put her legs down and her feet together just off the edge of the table. A few strokes with his hand and his cock erupted in thick spurts of cum. One shot all the way up to her knee but the rest landed on the tops of her feet and oozed between her toes. “My that’s a lot of cum,” she stated. She reached over and grabbed her phone from the table to take a picture of her cum covered feet. The man had gathered his pants and started getting dressed. “Oh you don’t think you are done now do you?” she asked. He looked up dumbstruck. “You are just going to leave this mess here? That’s very rude. And considering your actual job isn’t done it wouldn’t be hard for me to call up customer service and complain,” she stated matter of factly. “What would you have me do,” he asked as he looked around for a towel or something. “Get on your knees of course and clean up your mess.” she said with a duh, tone. He looked shocked. “I didn’t stutter, you wanted to use that tongue now you get too.” She pulled out her phone, and I guess he thought she was going to call customer service so he started servicing her toes and eating his own cum. She flipped on the camera and started video taping it. He was done shortly and seemed like he was going to get sick. He stood up and just stood in awe. “You can go now she said. Hopefully you remember all your tools next time” she said chuckling. At that moment he turned and hurried out the door. Clearly he was not ready for that morning to go that way. As the door shut my wife sent me a message at work. My computer chimed as it came through. I was greeted with a message, “DirectTV left, jobs not done but the technician finished…” A few moments later a message with two attachments chimed. A picture and a video. Luckily no one was around when I opened as I was greeted with her sexy, messy cum covered toes. I didn’t dare click on the video until I walked out and took a short break. That was a bad idea as I then had to walk around the rest of the day with a tent in my pants. I sent a simple text. “Well then. I don't even want to know why he’s not done with his work. But I bet he’ll stall from now on. Or cause our shit to not work so he has to come out more often. White’s a good color for your toes. Love you.” Needless to say I didn’t stay at work much longer that day.