There was something... elemental ... about the blow-torch, copper pipe and solder.Living at home, I often ended up repairing odd items for my mother �...� Dad was slow to notice when a fitting was loose or broken. I didn't mind; I enjoyed it and it was something to fill my time. I didn't date, you see. My relationship with Chelsea had given me some confidence about certain aspects of, well, being a boyfriend, but not the initial approach and I didn't go many places where I might have met girls. Mirroring me Jane copies me perfectly, I pull open my pussy lips with one hand and slide the fingers of my other hand up and down the shiny wet slit, lubricating my whole pussy area with my juices. I dip my finger into my cunt scooping up more juices and smear them all over my clit area and start to circle my button slowly. Jane watches me closely, biting her lip, her breasts rising and falling faster as her breathing increases. I increase the circular motions on my clit but soon the sensation. My eyes fly open, and I look for his face. "Ethan," I pant, being pushed to the edge of this unknown precipice. "Trust me baby, let it happen," Ethan cajoles me, his beautiful green eyes begging. So I do. I trust him with everything, with my entire heart and soul...and I explode. I scream, my body shattering into a trillion fragments as I experience the single most intense physical pleasure I've ever known. More nerves than I knew I had are alive with profound, agonizing, delicious. I want to see if I can turn you on so much that it explodes from your cock and covers your stomach. I want you to imagine that I have become the ‘hotwife’ you fantasise about. That I now serve your perverted needs. That I’ve discovered how much fun satisfying your insatiable sexual needs can be. I want you to imagine that I now love the thought of enjoying new cocks that you bring me. That I relish the times you allow me to indulge my most secret of desires. Desires I didn’t know I had..