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I am 37 years old and I would like to share my story, which I think will tickle a few pigs in the group! This ass story took place some time ago now, while my husband was away on a business trip. That morning, I went shopping, not without a little detour to the ready-to-wear stores to take advantage of the sales. I then went to the big DIY store to buy the paint for the bedroom and the bathroom. Not being an expert in the field, I generally rely on professionals when it comes to the work. I was looking at all the wonderful shades on display in the department, and I ended up finding the one I needed. But the jars were stored high up, and I had to climb up the shelf to grab one. I then felt the warmth of gazes fixed on me, or more exactly, on my short skirt and my thighs which must have been within sight… Turning around, I actually saw two men staring at me. One of them asked me: "need a hand? I nodded, explaining to him that I was planning to paint my house, but that I was not a pro at it. "Well we do," he told me. I was surprised that they weren't at work, but they replied that they were on a lunch break. I took the opportunity to ask them for advice on choosing the paint for my bathroom. " It's because we should see it before," one of them explained to me. I was a little hesitant, but they seemed to know their subject well, and I ended up giving them my address, offering to drop by the next day. I had completely forgotten they were coming when they rang in the early morning: who could be coming at 7 a.m.? It couldn't be my husband, since he was abroad. Looking into the intercom, I recognized my two lads. I put on a bathrobe to open the door for them. They apologized for coming so early, explaining to me that it would allow them to come back at noon with the right products. I offered them a coffee before showing them my room and the bathroom. With confidence, I gave them the keys so that they could return to work during the day. The day started rather well: I was sure to have finished the paintings when my husband returned. They attacked their work as planned in the afternoon. The next day, I got up around 8 a.m., I had my breakfast and my shower with music, as usual. I walked out of the bathroom naked, heading to my bedroom to get dressed. Imagine my surprise when I came face to face with my workers. The older one greeted me politely, while the younger one and the apprentice looked paralyzed. What should I do first? Put on my underwear or put away the dildo that I saw prominently on my bed? Everyone was uncomfortable and to lighten the mood I tried to joke around telling them they had just gotten their tip. " You are not very generous... ", the old man told me. "And the kid seems to want more too," he continued. Taken to the game, I asked: "What would he like? - surely caress you... " I walked towards the youngest worker, plunging my eyes into his and said " touch me ". With awkward gestures, he put his hands on my breasts. Without waiting for my opinion, the old man came forward and began to caress me. His hands were skilled and I felt my crotch wet thoroughly. I couldn't help stroking the first one through his coat - his cock seemed huge! The old man ordered the apprentice to fetch the dildo. I felt the object sinking vigorously into my excited pussy: I was in their hands. The old man took out his cock and presented it against my little hole, while continuing to search me with the sex toy. Taken from both sides, a cock in my hand, I was in heaven and I hoped that the site would last a long time. Besides, I am already thinking of the other parts to paint…

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