The MILF, Her Lover & The Plumber!I have worked as a plumber for the best part of twenty years, and I can assure you all that i’ve seen quite a few things in my time but nothing which compares to the story im about to share with you.I’m self employed, divorced and now 42, so my business has been a good way for me to take my mind off of the fact that I no longer had any pussy “on tap” so to speak. Nowadays I have to make do with wanking myself off to online porn or looking at webcam models for my own sexual gratification.Anyway I was called out one evening, about 10pm (an emergency call out) to fix a toilet blockage. It was raining and on arrival I hurried with grabbing my tool-kit from the van before rushing to the house, and up some steps to the front door. The property was an older detached property and whoever owned it had some quite a bit of money that’s for sure.I rang the doorbell and to tell you the truth my jaw nearly hit the floor!I was greeted by a woman who looked ravishing. She was a mature lady, mid-forties at a guess, mousy blonde hair, and she was wearing a whispy kind of black dressing gown that was fairly see through, and it was clear that she was dressed for a fun evening, with what looked like a very posh corset underneath, although the dressing gown was partly covering her and so i couldnt really be sure. My mind was saying “phoooaaarr” and i noticed that she also had long legs and was wearing heeled fluffy slippers, open-toed with beautifully painted red toenails poking through.My recollection is pretty vivid and I remember this mainly because the rain had made me bow my head, and so on arrival I looked from the ground upwards, noting all of this as i moved my head up to her eyes. Her smile was warm and welcoming and she had a sexy french accent as she ushered me in.The lady (her name was Florence) was very kind in offering me a coffee and the kitchen was just offset from the front door and as she stood facing the work surface by the kettle, with her back to me I couldnt help but check her out. As I lowered the tool box in the hallway i asked what the problem was with the toilet – all the time admiring her MILF-like figure. Her slightly tanned legs were poking through the dressing gown and her legs were toned. Medium set frame and about 5ft 5″, with pert looking boobs held in by the corset-style nightwear. Her look was incredibly sexy to me, and fuelled even more by her shapely arse that was less pert but still in fine condition, and very womanly if that makes sense.Florence had a warmness about her that instantly made me feel at ease. She handed me a cup of coffee and after telling me the problem with her toilet, small talk kicked in and it turns out she was now also divorced.It was at this time that the first shock occurred. What seemed like an empty house, was in fact not, as I heard thuds coming down the stairs. It was a guy, I would say about 28-30 and canlı bahis just in his boxers. He walked in and said “hi” before walking up to Florence and kissing her passionately on the lips in front of me. I hadnt noticed that she had infact made three cups of coffee and Pascale (also French) had come to collect his before heading off back upstairs, and as he left he grabbed one of Florence’s arse cheeks, and said “and dont be long baby”, before leaving. Florence took me to the bathroom, which was also upstairs, and as we passed the main bedroom which was the only one with lights on, I knew that was obviously where Pascale was waiting for his MILF lover to return. A couple of rooms along was the bathroom and lights were off in the other rooms from what I could see.”Okay, I’ll leave you to it then” said Florence, as she had pointed out the problem to me. “This should take about half an hour to fix love” I confidently said in reply, and with that she left and said in her French accent “okay, come and knock on our room when you’re done then”. I left the bathroom door fully open as i always worked with open doors when in someone else’s home.I immediately got down to fixing the problem and after about twenty five minutes i had fixed it. When I started fixing the toilet I could hear voices coming from the bedroom, and as I continued to work, these voices had turned into distant moans, and as i finished the job, i could hear more familiar sounds now coming from the bedroom -you know the ones. The sound of a man’s body colliding into a woman’s, and moans of passionate love making, and then I noticed something around the other side of the toilet to where i’d been working..I reached down and picked up a crumpled soiled looking red silk/satin thong. unravelling it, and still in the bathroom i could instantly see that it had been worn. It had female markings along the panty gusset…that crystalised trail that i remember seeing in my wife’s knickers when we were happily married. I turned the inside portion of the gusset outwards and lifted the material to under my nose. I inhaled deeply and the smell was fresh, perhaps from earlier today i thought?I could hear them still fucking in the next room and i knew that i was not going to be disturbed. The scent coming from Florence’s panty thong was intense. It was full of fanny fragrance, and the smell was strong, much more than i remember my wife’s smelling. As if by magic, her thong was now communicating with my cock, twitching and growing inside my trousers in response to the heady smell of pussy.The acceptance of her smell led me to lick at the material softly as i longed to taste her pussy juice. My tongue seemed to unlock another level of erotic naughtiness in her panties and the taste sensations provided me with a completeness in terms of Florence’s fanny offerings.My curiousity at what was going on in the bedroom had now got the better of bahis siteleri me and my cock was now hungry and fully grown inside my trousers. I quietly moved along the hallway and closer to the bedroom, where the door was open.I have never done anything like this before, but i stood looking into the room, all the time clutching Florence’s panties in my left hand. Pascale was lying on the bed and Florence was mounted on top of him with her back towards me and also covering Pascale from noticing that I was there. A frenzied fucking routine was now well underway, as he pumped into her, hoisting his groin upwards, matched by her gliding up and down on his cock, controlling the moment and seductively grinding her hips in circular motions. Her arse cheeks looked heavenly when she moved towards him, and his hands parted each full cheek, enabling me to watch his own cock rubbing along Florence’s moist pussy walls.Their lovemaking was passionate and I watched on, and before long i had dropped both my trousers and boxers and was wanking my fully erect cock at the entrance to their bedroom. My own cock was a good seven inches long and was now glistening with pre cum. Both Florence and Pascale were oblivious to my presence and she continued to bounce up and down on his iron rod. They must have been fucking for a good thirty minutes now I briefly thought (and was impressed by her younger lover’s stamina, especially with such a sexy woman on top of him)I briefly looked away and down back to Florence’s panties, wanting my next panty fix. Moving along the thong with my eyes i noticed the black string-like section was slightly discoloured. I raised this part up to my nose, right hand gripping my cock, and watched on.The scent now coming at me was dried and tangy. i knew instantly what this was, and my eyes fixed on Florence’s arse once more. At the same time Florence arched her back whilst on top of Pascale and looked behind her…and there i was stood at the entrance to their bedroom fully exposed.”Ah, so you found them did you?” she said, and with such confidence she continued “and how do they smell?” all the time bobbing up and down on Pascale. I was speechless, but I continued to wank my cock and hold Florence’s panties right up to my nose. “so why dont you come and join us?” she said, again controlling the moment, all the time still fully mounted. She reached back and pulled at her arse cheeks, letting them go, and again repeating the motion. “You like to fuck me too baby?”. And with that I needed no further invitation.I dropped her panties on top of my own clothes by the door and proceeded to climb onto the bed.Florence pressed her own body forward onto Pascale, still mounting him, and from behind I pulled at one of her cheeks. My fingers clutched from the inner cheek where i felt some moisture which ran along Florence’s entire ass crack. I ran my hand up to my noise to confirm her scent güvenilir bahis where i responded by fully spreading her arse apart and spitting twice at her arsehole, before licking the entrance.My cock had a long trail of pre cum that had dribbled from it and i gathered what i could and smeared the same at her stinkhole. Climbing to my feet I perched over them both, and from behind I attempted to enter Florence anally. Their fucking motion had ceased as she tried to accommodate another cock inside her. At first my cock bounced back from her entrance but as i tried again i felt her push back onto my erection at the same time, this time with the tip of my penis penetrating her hole, and after some short-sharp thrusting, gradually i eased further inside her warm stinky arsehole.Florence moaned throughout as she accepted two cocks thrusting inside her. I could not believe my luck. I was called out on a plumbing job, and I was now sorting out a french MILF’s own anal plumbing and clearing the way with my own hard pipe! I dont speak french but i heard them using words like ” trop bonne salope” or something like that.After about 5 minutes, i had gotten used to Florence’s own heat, and i noticed that the room smelled of sex, although i was not surprised as they had been fucking for ages before i had joined in.I pulled at Florence’s soft arse cheeks and watched as i slammed into her bunghole. It was so erotic, and all the time Pascale’s cock was sliding into her fanny. Florence’s body was glowing at this stage and in patches she had heated up, just like women do when they receive a proper fucking!The french accents only heightend the experience in my opinion, and i decided to just go for it.”take that you fucking bitch” i moaned as i picked up pace and thrust my groin towards her, poking at her anal passage with more intensity. “you love it, getting fucked by two huge cocks, filling you up” i added.”oh, fuck me hard, i love it” she moaned. As I looked down at my cock sliding in and out, it had darkened in colour in parts and i knew what this was, and was not overly concerned. I can tell you that her arsehole felt really good, and she knew what she was doing, every so often she clenched her anal sphincter which tightened her grip on my manhood. The last time she did this I exploded. My cock errupted and I was only sorry I could see my load, as she milked my cock with her hungry arse. My orgasm led to a chain of events as Florence moaned “im cumming” as i watched from an unmounted position. No sooner had she orgasmed on Pascal than was Pascal standing over Florence, wanking his load into her face as she knelt before him. I was impressed as he had managed to cover her face with just one load!Later as I left with my toolbox in hand, I walked back to the van. “Another happy customer” i thought to myself. I reached into my pocket for the car keys and in the process managed to pull out the red satin thong – Happy days i thought to myself, and nowadays when im wanking at home i often remind myself of this fantastic experience, and Florence’s panties still have her smell on them – and all the way along them too!