The guys at Home Depot encouraged them. They said, “You can build it, we can help.” The guys had no idea how they would end up helping.
In a suburban neighborhood were three desperate housewives. Two were married, and one, Nikki, was divorced. Sex, of course, was their favorite subject. They would gather each afternoon for margaritas and gossip. Sometimes they’d watch talkshows about sex or soap operas about sex, or review XXX DVDs as if they were a book club.
They also took classes to fill their time, and that’s how they meet the three studs at Home Depot. The desperate housewives signed up for seminars in basic construction. The hands-on use of power tools boosted their confidence. They started flirting with the handsome instructors. The three middle-age housewives decided to build something fin in Veronica’s living room— a little “home improvement” as a group activity.
When they were done, they invited their instructors over to see their handiwork.
As the guys stepped into the room, they instantly noticed a large wall. Their eyes noted the construction and then the three round holes. What are these for, they wonder, and then exchange amazed looks as they get the idea.
“We need your help, guys, to finish our project,” said Alana.
“We didn’t have the right tools,” said Maria.
They tell the three men that they need to test out their tools, and if they would help. The men are clearly embarrassed, a little uncomfortable, but being put on the spot makes them brave in the moment. They agree.
“Here’s how it’s going to go,” said Alana, the tall blonde, their leader. “We’ll go to the other side of the wall. You each stick your cock through one of the holes. We won’t know which cock belongs to which stud, so it will be totally unbiased. We’ll measure length, girth, shape, and overall appearance.”
“Also,” said Maria, “Two of us are married and one divorced. She’s the one were testing for. But you will not know which of us it is.” The men’s eyes—wide with excitement—looked at each woman in turn: Alana, the tall thin blonde with the blabby blue tanktop and thin summer skirt. Maria, the busty Latina with the dark mysterious eyes, or Nikki, the other blonde. She was a little heavier than Alana, but buxom, and naughty.
The men understood and remained behind the wall, while the women went to the other side. Withinn seconds, three thick cocks were dangling through the holes. Two were already semi-erect, anticipating.
Alana pointed out each fine attribute of their new sampling. It was like shopping. Perfect. Maria stepped back a grabbed her camera to document their little party. Nikki curiously reached for the first cock. It jumped in her hand, becoming harder. She went down the row, giving each a good stroke. She could hear a corresponding moan behind the wall, but didn’t know which man she was arousing. One was a tall, hard-body stud, the other more like a college student, and one was sort of nerdy. But behind the wall, none of that mattered. At a bar, she would have gone totally for the muscle guy with the buzz cut. Maybe the college guy if she was drink and he was aggressive, but never, not in a million years, for the nerdy guy. As she went down the line of cocks, they were all so beautiful.
The one on the far left was having a hard time getting it up. Maybe he was too nervous,but the one on the right was thick and firm. Nikki just had to feel it. She tugged down her stretch Capri pants just enough and with Alana’s help, backed up onto the protruding cockhead. She had been wet from stroking the cock, but it was still a challenge to push the hard member all the way in. Although she’d had a fairly regular diet of dildos and vibrators, it’d been 5 years since the divorce. She hadn’t actually had sexy with a real penis since then. For the first time in a long time, she felt her pussy stretching around a throbbing cock. It was so warm, pulsating, and sent waves of pleasure through her entire body. She knew she’d found her perfect cock. She bounced back on it harder and deeper with each thrust.
She knew she’d make each guy come in turn. It felt too good and she’d been without too long not to get a good hard fucking out of her system. Hell, she’d even do the nerd guy last. She figure he was the one on the end, too nervous to get it up. But for the first time in five years, she wanted to feel the big cock, the hard one, the one that stretched her and made her feel so damn good. Soon, he felt the hot semen erupt inside her.
She pulled off the cock, and gave it a good clea up with her toungue. Salty. It was saltier than she had remembered. She was a little weak in the knees, but she wobbled over to the next cock in line and pushed back on it. The first big deposit of cum sloshed inside her and was dribbling out, as the next cock slide easily inside. This cock was obviously used to regular fucking—maybe he had a girlfriend—because his endurance was great. She didn’t know if she could keep standing as her knees, unused to the position, began getting shakey. She turned around and took the cock hungerly into her mouth. Ohh, he liked that. The cock hardened, twitched, and shot a load over her lips and face, and chest.
She now had fresh cum in her cunt and her belly. She had one last cock, and she knew where she wanted it. She backed up to the final cock and positioned it at the wingled ring of her backdoor. She was soaking wet with cum and her own juices. Although tight, she loved using dildo’s in her butt to make her climaxes more powerful. Perhaps she was relaxed from the first two fucks. She pushed back and the cock popped in past her sphincter and slid into her anal canal. The third guy was not as hard, or as thick, but her filled her ass. She rode him as she rubbed herself in the front. When he shot his load up her bum, she felt her own orgasm beginning. It was long, slow and powerful. She practically fainted and collapsed on the carpet.
Alana told the men thank you and that they could dress and let themselves out. Nikki lay on the floor, totally spent, but totally blissful. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her pink top, and leaking from her front and back. She had never felt so incredibly slutty. It was very empowering. She’d had her way with three strangers. Used them like tools for her own pleasure, in her own home, with the help of her best friends.
“So which one did you like best?” asked Alana after the front door shut. Nikki was still on the carpet, her black Capri stretch pants around her knees. She said she liked the first one the best, and guessed it was the big jock stud.
Maria shook her head. “Sorry to disappoint,” she said, “but when I was taking a picture of you when you started, I sort of could see a little bit. The stud guy was the last one.”
“Limp dick!” said Alana.
Maria nodded.
“That means it was the college dude or the nerd,” said Nikki.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure the nerd was the first one,” said Alana. “I sort of peeked on my side.”
“That’s not fair,” said Nikki. But she was too blessed out to care that the mystery was gone. She smiled, thinking she’d still had her fun, and the guys didn’t even know what hit them. She’d given the stud anal, and he probably didn’t even like anal. Those jock types are always so boob obsessed, and so straight vanilla. The college guy, he probably had a girlfriend. This was probably a fun, but unusual flash in his ongoing sex life. And the nerd, holy shit…this probably blew his mind. But as Nikki thought about it, she recalled his perfect cock. How it felt and tasted. What a waste of a good tool, she thought. Maybe I’ll have to go back to the store and try that one again.
