2: The Repair

Introduction

Bill didn’t know what to expect as he parked his repair van in front of the suburban

house.  As he approached the front door he pictured it would be a job like most others. 

However, when he gets to the door he is taken back by the middle-aged Indian mother

whom he finds to be cute in her own way.  He admits that he has always had a thing for

darker skinned women, and he tells himself to focus on the repair job at hand. Will he

able to do this, or will the housewife try to lure him into her web?  Will she ignore him

and stay loyal to her husband, who has been cheating on her?  Or will she go tit-for-tat

and put the moves on the athletic and attractive Caucasian repairman?  Furthermore,

what might  happen when her daughter gets home?

Chapter 1

Misha Singh watched as the repair van neared her house as she saw the lettering on the

side come into clear view as she watched it as it parked.  Moments later she heard the

van door shut as the employee got out and went to the back to retrieve something. 

Misha then watched as the repairman came into view and she started to get a bit

excited after she got a full view of him.

She looked him over and noticed that he was tall with green eyes, brown hair, stood

around 6 feet tall and had a toned body.  She looked at his company polo shirt, which
was tucked in underneath his blue work jeans.  His jeans were held up by a big brown

belt and she kept her eyes on him as he approached the front door and watched him

from the side of the window as he politely knocked on the door.  Misha walked over to

the other side of the front door and opened it as she made eye contact with him,

keeping her eyes on his sparkling hazel eyes as he smiled and spoke to her.

“Hi, you must be Mrs. Singh.  My name is Bill and I came over to fix your air conditioner

unit,” he said as she was caught in a dreamy trance with him as she looked into his eyes.

Well honey, it’s more like Ms. Singh nowadays; My husband has a few mistresses and

we haven’t gotten it on in months, she thought as she kept staring at him, extending her

hand so that it was soon in his, her tanned skin slightly contrasting against his light skin

tone.  She held his hand for a few seconds after a standard handshake would have

ended, and she saw him continue to smile at her, although she couldn’t tell if it was

forced or authentic.  “Yes, please come in, Mr. Bill,” she said as she opened the door for

him to enter. Bill looked around at all of the decorations her family had brought from

India and he smiled broadly. “That’s cool your family is from India, I’d love to visit there.

  I’m a fan of curry, although it usually doesn’t agree with me in the morning,” he said as

he let out a loud laugh.  “Yes, it takes some getting used to,” she said in reply as she

smiled back at him. Snap out of it, Misha.  A young man like that probably isn’t into

chunky middle-aged Indian women.  It would be nice, but don’t get your hopes up, he’s

probably forced to be overly polite by his bosses.  But then again, what if he does like
me?  She thought to herself in a bit of daydreaming. “Well, let me show you the upstairs

and the broken air conditioner,” Misha offered as she walked up the stairs in front of

him, her pudgy ass tightly on display through her pants as Bill walked behind her. Misha

looked behind herself in a mirror as she went up the stairs and saw Bill subtly staring at

her ass and from her seeing him doing this, she felt a bit turned-on.

  Don’t get too worked up, he probably is just looking ahead and you’re misreading it,

Misha said to herself as she neared the top of the stairs.  “Well, the air conditioner is in

this room, my bedroom,” she informed him, before feeling a bit embarrassed for adding

the part about it being her bedroom. “Thanks, I’ll take a look at the unit.  But first, do

you have a bathroom I could use?” he added before pausing and speaking again.  “I

promise I’ll go number one and not number two,” he added, letting out a large laugh in

the process.

Misha nodded and showed him to the bathroom as she watched him enter and close

the door most of the way behind himself as Misha stood outside the bathroom door,

debating what to do next. I got a sexy young man in my bathroom and it’s just me in the

house, she thought as she tried to calm herself down.  I haven’t been laid in months,

and even then it was bad sex.  That guy in there is so cute and sweet.  Stop, don’t act

weird.  Wait though, this is a rare occurrence. 

Do something already! She scolded herself as she proceeded to do a very random act of

opening the bathroom door and feigned opening it as an accident. She opened the door
and saw Bill peeing into the toilet as she took a moment to look at his cock and gasped

softly.  It looked like he was holding a snake out over the toilet and she got short of

breath as she looked at it.  Bill noticed her there and became startled as he stopped

peeing, as he looked at her with a curious expression. “Oh my!  I’m sorry, Mr. Bill!” she

quickly said before shutting the bathroom door on him. 

Actually, I’m not even remotely sorry, she corrected herself as she felt her crotch come

out of its hibernation as she felt herself begin to get moist. A minute later after washing

his hands, Bill opened the door and smiled at her, letting her know that all was forgiven. 

Well, I’ll get started on fixing that unit for you,” Bill said as he turned around to begin

work on it as Misha stared at his ass, which was in her eyes perfectly fitted to his jeans.

Misha debated sitting downstairs while he worked, but she was back in her naughty

schoolgirl mode and wanted to flirt with him more as he fixed the unit, hopefully fixing

another broken unit thereafter. “Mr. Bill, please don’t be alarmed, but I’m going to

shower soon. 

You can keep your back turned and I’ll try to sneak behind you as you work, is that

okay?” she offered to him, hoping in actuality that he would turn around and be

aroused.  Doesn’t hurt to dream, Misha. “Sure thing, Ms. Singh, it’s your house,” he said

in a chipper voice as he kept working on her air conditioner. Misha walked to the closet

and stripped down to her bra and panties, looking at herself in the closet mirror.  She

spun around a bit and took inventory of herself and got slightly deflated as she saw her
small roll hanging over her panty line and her pudgy ass cheeks and legs through her

value-brand panties. 

Maybe this is why no guy wants to touch me, she thought as her eyes began to water

and her voice cracked as she began to softly sob in the closet, right before she audibly

sniffed and tried to regain her composure.  Ha, you thought the repair guy might try to

seduce you...not in this world! Her harsh inner critic teased as she hung her head and

stared at the carpet. Seconds later she opened her eyes and saw Bill standing next to

her,  just outside of the closet. “Hi, Ms. Singh.  I heard crying, is everything okay?” Bill

asked with a concerned look on his face. “Nothing to worry about, Bill.  Just a fat

suburban housewife who realizes she doesn’t have the body that she did twenty years

ago.” she replied with a mirthless chuckle as she stared at the wall. “I don’t think you’re

fat.  I actually think you’re quite pretty.  I always had a thing for middle-aged women,

especially Indian women.  Actually my dream is…,” he said before catching himself. 

“Well, nevermind, you don’t want to know my life story,” he said with a self-deprecating

laugh as he looked her in the eyes.  

“I think you’re cute,” she admitted, being shocked at how blunt she was right in front of

him. Bill let out a laugh and thanked her for saying that.  Yeah, thanks for the

compliment, you old hag, Misha finished in her head as she looked away.  “Hey, you still

going to shower?” Bill inquired as he looked at her with a neutral expression as she

nodded. “I’ll close the closet door,” Misha offered reluctantly as she began to close the
closet door as she moved her hands down to undo her bra, starting the process of

getting undressed.  “You need some help with that, Ms. Singh?” Bill asked as she stood

in aroused shock for a few seconds.

Get your mind out of the gutter, he probably meant something innocuous, she thought

as she asked him to repeat what he had just said.  “I said, do you need some help getting

undressed for your shower?” Bill repeated with an upbeat tone in his voice. Figuring he

was just telling a ribald joke, she decided to respond in kind.  “Oh, you know it, Bill.  But

when I get out of this closet, I expect you to be in your underwear so that we can help

each other undress!” Misha said in reply. She didn’t hear anything in response and

figured he had left already and was back in the bathroom fixing the unit.  Well,

whatever, let me look at myself in the mirror in the closet before I head out to the

shower, she thought as she began to look herself over, leaving the closet thirty seconds

later en route to the shower.

As she opened the door, she saw Bill sitting on the bed with his work jeans and work

shirt folded neatly on a chair right next to his boots and socks and t-shirt.  As she looked

at him sitting on the edge of her bed, she almost fainted and assumed that she was truly

losing her mind.  Misha walked to him in her bra and panties and reached out and

touched him, confirming that this wasn’t some hallucination as her hand ran over his

shoulder and to his toned chest, right before it ran down his flat stomach, feeling her
pleasure grow as she felt his body and looked into his green eyes as he smiled back at

her.

“Can’t you get in trouble for having sex with a customer?” she asked, somewhat

confused by him sitting in his boxer briefs in her room with the outline of his dick plainly

visible through his underwear as she stood right in front of him as he sat on the edge of

her bed. “There’s a good chance I could, but I know you won’t report me,” he said with a

wink as he ran his hand over her ass cheek, running it around the backside of her

panties. Cocky twerp, she thought as she also got more turned on in the process. “All

I’m saying is I could report you if I want,” she said, trying to regain her authoritative

attitude. “You’re most certainly right, you could to that.  But would you want to miss out

on this?” Bill asked as he pulled down his boxers, releasing his big cock straight out into

the bedroom air. 

“Also, I don’t do this to other customers.  I just really am turned on by you,” he admitted

as his hard cock attested to it. “Now, do you want some of this, or not?” he repeated.

“Yes sir, I sure do,” she confessed as she dropped to her knees and put his big cock in

her mouth as she kept her hands on his thighs, running them up and down as she tasted

his sweet cock, licking it like a lollipop as he groaned out in pleasure.  “Oooh baby,” he

moaned as he pulled her jet black hair back as his hands were wrapped around the back

of his head. “How does my dick taste?” he said, teasing her a bit. “Ittsstgdd,” she replied

as she tried to speak with his cock still in her mouth. “Oh yeah, Ms. Singh, good girl. 
Now pull my boxers down to the floor,” he ordered as she quickly obeyed, throwing

them to the side as she looked back up at him as his cock dangled straight out in front of

him. 

“Come here, baby,” he ordered as she crawled onto the bed next to him, feeling his

hands reach behind her as he undid her bra, stuffing her B-cup breasts in his mouth as

she kept her hands locked on his head, hoping it would never end.  Minutes later she

felt his head pull back as his tongue dragged down from her breasts over her chest and

to her stomach, the obvious about to come shortly.  Shortly thereafter Bill reached his

hands around and took her panties down, revealing a box of trimmed black pussy hair,

which he quickly navigated below as he pulled her pussy lips apart, going to town on

her. Oh shit, oh shit, no man has ever done this so well before. 

It feels so damn good...ooohh...ooohhh, OOOOH, I just came….fuck me, please...she

begged in her head as Bill soon read her mind and she felt his head leave her pussy as

moments later each of her calves went into his hand as he pulled them apart until she

was on the bed spread eagle, with his ivory rod sliding in between her legs as she kept

her eyes closed as she felt her insides begin to fill with his massive dick.  She began to

rub her clit as his cock steadily drilled in and out as the room filled with sounds of sex

and passion. 

The bedsprings squeaked loudly as Bill didn’t hold back, going as fast and as deep as he

could as he paused a few times to share a deep kiss with her on numerous occasions. 
Eventually, after she had came two more times, he finally came, filling her pussy with

cum as they moaned the other’s name.  Bill laid down on top of her as she squeezed his

muscular ass, hoping he would never get off of her.  Once his cock deflated enough, he

pulled away to get up, as Misha was left on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she

admitted to herself that she had just gotten her brains fucked out.  She turned over onto

her side and saw that Bill was repairing the air conditioner in the nude, and she was

enjoying the view for every minute of it. She laid there naked with her head in her palm

as she looked at Bill as he worked, feeling as if a match had been lit sexually. 

Time it right, girl.  Your husband won’t be home until who knows when, but your

daughter will be home in a couple hours, she reminded herself as she stuck her fingers

back inside of herself to keep herself lubed up and ready. “Bill, I can go make us some

curry if you’d like,” Misha offered sweetly to him. “I would love that, thanks Misha,” Bill

replied with his back to her as he continued to work in the nude. With that, Misha got

off the bed and put on a bathrobe, right before she exited the bedroom and walked

down the stairs, on her way to the kitchen, eager for what the future might hold.

Chapter 2 “Bill, it’s ready!” Misha politely called up the stairs to him as she decided to

surprise him when he came down.

A minute later Bill entered the kitchen, still naked, as Misha stood up next to the table,

eyeing him devilishly. “Before dinner is served, I want you to have a treat,” she said as

she pointed to her whipped cream bikini which was spread around her on the front like
a faux bikini. “Mmmm, I love that,” Bill admitted as he walked up to her, wrapping his

arms around her as he ate the whipped cream off of her, slowly at first, then faster until

she was naked once again underneath it all as Bill’s cock jutted straight out in front of

him, ready again for action. “How should we make love this time?” Misha asked him in a

sultry voice. “How about this way?” Bill inquired as he propped one of her legs up on

the chair as he guided his cock inside of her, squeezing her around her hips as he thrust

his cock inside of her as they both moaned in pleasure as he heard his cock steadily

pound inside of her as she shrieked away. 

“Oh, you little slut!” Bill teased her as he smacked her pudgy ass as she moaned in reply

with numerous yelps and soft screams.  “Fuck me with your big dick, don’t stop!” she

pleaded as he angled his cock just right so that it was lodged snugly inside of her as he

humped back and forth as her leg stayed propped up on the table.  Bill didn’t feel like

changing positions, so the pussy assault continued unhindered until he felt an orgasm

brewing.  Sensing he was nearing the end, Misha pushed his stomach back and pulled

his cock out of her as she held his cock in her hand, quickly leading him near a bowl on

the table as she asked him to close his eyes and keep them closed, as Bill soon obeyed. 

Her hand stroked his cock as hard as it could and seconds later Bill felt the load escaping

from the tip of his cock as he was overcome by pleasure as he felt a second small load

drip out of his cock until his ball sack was soon drained. “Okay, keep your eyes closed,
Bill, don’t look,” Misha said as she walked him back, holding his cock as she guided him

to the other end of the kitchen as he kept his eyes closed. “Here are your clothes, Bill. 

Please get dressed since my daughter will be home soon.  My husband’s car is in the

repair shop, so I need to pick him up at work,” Misha informed him as they both got

dressed. Seconds later they heard the front door open as they both looked at each other

and made themselves presentable, seconds before her daughter walked into the

kitchen. “Hi mom, who is this?” her daughter asked as she looked at Bill. “This is Bill,

honey.  He is fixing the air conditioner upstairs, but took a break to eat some food with

me,” Misha improvised as her daughter smiled.  “And Bill, this is my daughter.  She is a

senior at James Jones High School,” she continued as Bill checked out her daughter, who

was fairly attractive with her jet black hair, tanned skin, and petite body.

Her daughter looked at him for a few seconds before she spoke.  “Well, at least they

sent a cute repairman this time, unlike last time when that guy with the big belly and

the raspy voice came,” she said, reminding Bill of one of his co-workers who often half-

assed assignments. “Yes, this time they sent a good man,” Misha said as she winked at

Bill as her daughter looked away, searching through the fridge. “Well, I’m going to pick

up your father,” the philandering asshole, she added silently in her head.  “Okay mom,

see you later on,” her daughter said as she grabbed some food and headed upstairs.  A

minute later Bill watched as Misha went to the garage door and exited the house,

walking towards her car as she opened the garage door. 

Bill listened as the garage door opened and her minivan pulled out, as the sound of it

closing a few seconds later gave him a sort of naughty feeling as he went upstairs to fix

the unit in her room.  After ten minutes of fixing the unit, he finished the repairs and

exited the room, but not before he stopped into the daughter’s room to let her know

that he was done and he could e-mail the bill to her mom later on.  As the door to her

room opened, he saw that she was reading a textbook in her bra and thong panties as

he looked at her tanned legs and perky small breasts.   “You like what you see?” she

inquired as her eyes stayed on her textbook. Bill played dumb and said that he liked the

design of her room, as she chortled back in reply. “No, not the room, me!” she replied

as she looked over at him. “Yes, you are definitely an attractive young lady,” he said,

unsure how to handle her toying with him.  “I’ll make you a deal.  If you have a small

dick, then thanks but no thanks. 

But if you have a big and attractive cock, you can fuck me right now in my room,” she

said as her brown eyes stared at him. Bill laughed uneasily, unsure if this was just a

teenage prank.  He decided to up the ante and go along with it. “Sounds like a deal to

me,” he said as he untied his boots and removed them, right before he unbuckled his

belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.  Next up he took his polo shirt

off so that they were both in their underwear, as they remained locked inside of her

room. They both held eye contact as Bill took his shirt off, revealing his toned body.

“Mmmm, mmmm, that is a sexy body, Mister,” she said as she looked him over, right
before she shrugged and unfastened her bra, pulling the straps down so that her bra fell

off onto the floor, releasing her small round tanned breasts. 

Bill looked her over and felt his dick begin to stir, as he looked at her tanned Indian

body, small rounds breasts, and flat stomach, which led down to her thong, which

seemed to fit her like a glove. “Good, I’m seeing action where it counts,” she said as she

saw his cock push up against his boxer briefs as she began to squeeze her breasts. Bill

moved towards her but she put a hand up, stopping him in his tracks.  “You can’t touch

this body unless you pass the test,” she said with a smirk.  Her playing hard-to-get began

to turn him on, and he felt his cock harden steadily as they maintained eye contact as

his cock got more erect, much to his surprise since he had just boned her mom. 

When it was finally erect, he pulled his boxers down as his rock-hard ivory cock jutted

out as his underwear was soon on the carpet. “Whoooeeeee, damn!” she exclaimed as

she looked at it from the bed. “Honestly, I thought this would be an easy bet for me to

win,” she admitted as she smirked.  “Well, a deal’s a deal,” Bill said as he watched her

climb back on the bed as he set his knee down on the bed, crawling towards her. 

Seconds later they made contact as he wrapped his arms around her tanned body as she

ran her small hands up and down his chest and back. 

They shared a series of deep kisses before he descended down to her breasts, jamming

them in his mouth as she softly cooed and pouted for more.  Like he did with her mom,

he ran his tongue down her chest, to her belly button, stopping at the top of her thong
panty line.  He pulled her thong back and held them with his teeth as he pulled them

down towards her knees, releasing a waxed pussy as the thong steadily moved its way

down until it was at her ankles.  Bill picked it up and stood in silent wonder at how small

it truly looked, right before he tossed it on the carpet.  Bill pulled her petite tanned legs

apart as he guided his ivory rod inside of her, only being able to get a few inches in due

to her tightness. 

Unlike her mom who mostly just moaned, she was a screamer and a pleader and a

beggar and her sounds filled the room as his cock penetrated deep inside of her as her

petite body began to fill with sweat as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room,

their main partner in all of this being the bedsprings, which were squeaking loudly as

they both eagerly got what they had been wanting.  “Wait, wait, please,” she began,

right before she continued.  “Fuck me a bit more, then let’s 69,” she offered, as a minute

later Bill laid on his back as she spun around, feeling each of his palms cover her petite

18 year old ass.  Truth be told, her fetish was giving head, and she had plenty of cock to

fill her fetish with at that moment. 

Bill pleasantly licked her tight tanned pussy as he reciprocated the feeling she was giving

him. After feeling her cum twice, Bill felt himself begin to cum as he released a small

load into her mouth, which came as a surprise to him, based on the fact his cock had

came twice already today.  She was still feeling on cloud nine as she kept his cock in her

mouth until it deflated to its normal size as she reluctantly let it slide out of her mouth. 
She watched as Bill got dressed, right before she headed off to the shower to cleanse

herself of her hidden desires.

“Here is my business card; I gave one to your mom as well, but let me know if you need

anything in the future,” Bill said with a wink as he turned and left her room, carrying his

things down the stairs as he made his way to the front door, shutting it behind himself

as he walked to his van.  A minute later he was inside his van and seconds later he was

in motion as he drove the van home towards his apartment as he got two text

messages, one from Misha and one from her daughter, saying they wanted to see him

again (although neither one knew that the other knew). Fifteen minutes later Misha and

her cheating husband got home as she walked him from the car to the kitchen table. 

She watched as her husband sat down in his chair, eager to eat what she had prepared

for him. 

She scooted the bowl of curry back in its place as she smiled widely.  “I apologize, Raj,

but your food has gone cold.  However, I know that whether it’s hot or cold, you always

like how it tastes,” she confirmed as he gave her an arrogant nod. “Oh, one more thing,

honey.  I decided to add a special ingredient tonight.  You may notice it tastes a bit

different, but I wanted to do something special for my

as--I mean, astounding husband,” she said, correcting herself so that she didn’t call him

what she really wanted to. “Great,”  he said in a dismissive monotone as he waved her

away and began to eat.  Moments later she watched with perverse pleasure as he kept
eating, until the bowl was completely empty.  “May I ask if you enjoyed it, honey?” she

asked sweetly. “Yeah, not sure what you used, but it actually tasted decent this time,”

he said with a neutral expression as she turned around to smile a 10,000 watt smile as

her back faced him as he sat at the kitchen table. Well honey, the secret ingredient is a

real man’s cum, she thought darkly as she felt pleasure course through her body as she

let out a small groan of pleasure. THE END