Dishwasher repair part 1

Our dishwasher had already been broken for a week. I called my husband and said I couldn't take it anymore, that he hadn't managed to sort out the issue with it and its repair in a week, so I called a repairman myself. Within an hour, the repairman was at our home. After inspecting the dishwasher, he said

— "Of course, this is a serious breakdown. I can't handle it alone. Will your husband be home soon? I'll need help here," he asked me.

— "My husband is at work until evening, but I want it to work today," I replied.

— "Then I'll call my partner. He'll bring some extra tools and parts." He called his partner, asked him to come

to help him and to bring some part. About half an hour later, his partner arrived, and the two of them got to work on the repair. I was sitting in the kitchen in my pajamas, watching as two young, athletic guys did this manly work. I even got a little turned on. After 30 minutes, they finished the repair, and there was water left on the floor. - "Boys, I'll wipe the floor where it was standing now, and then you can put it back in place." I got on all fours to crawl in and wipe the floor inside the kitchen cabinet. I crawled in headfirst, so my butt was sticking out. Since I was in home clothes—I was wearing wide, short home shorts and a t-shirt—at that moment I realized my t-shirt had ridden up, exposing my breasts, and my butt was easily peeking out from under the shorts. I felt men's hands on my thighs.

— "Ma'am, maybe you need some help," one whispered — "you're in a dangerous position like that."

— "Guys, no, don't," I started to say. But at that moment, my shorts were pulled down along with my panties, and someone ran their fingers between my lips.

— "Dima, look, she's so wet, look," said one, and spread my pussy lips.

— "Let me see," said the second one, Dima. He came over, ran his fingers over my pussy, and immediately inserted two fingers into me. I moaned and continued to stay on all fours, frozen. Dima began making characteristic movements with his fingers, slowly inserting the others one by one, until all five of his fingers were moving inside me. I was flowing like the worst slut. Dima pulled his hand out of me and said

— "Yeah, she's an excellent slut, look at this well-used hole." They grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards them to get me out of the kitchen cabinet. With a sharp movement, I found myself standing between the two of them. Dima was standing in front of my face.

— "Well, are you ready," Dima said, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, took my head, and pulled me towards him. He had a big cock with a large, red head. I mechanically opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, but his cock was so big I couldn't take it completely. Misha, at that moment, decided not to fall behind. I felt another cock pressing against me; he started entering very slowly, holding me by the hips. I was already wildly aroused and decided to give in to the depravity that was starting. I spread my legs wider and began moving in rhythm with the guys.

— "Misha, look at this little housewife," Dima said, fucking my mouth.

— "Yeah, her pussy is so wet," said Misha, and began pounding with sharp thrusts. At that moment, Dima took my head with both hands. I felt his cock start to pulsate; hot cum shot into my mouth. I don't like swallowing cum and started to resist, but Dima grabbed my head even tighter and held it, trying to push his cock deeper. Out of helplessness, I started swallowing everything in my mouth.

— "What a good girl," Dima said and stroked my head. I looked up at him and saw the smile and pleasure on his face as he said it. Misha pulled his cock out of my pussy and took Dima's place. I understood what he wanted and opened my mouth. His cock was all covered in my wetness. I took it in my mouth and began greedily sucking, continuing to stand in the same position. Dima stood behind me and started saying

— "Eh, such a hole shouldn't go to waste," I heard him climb onto the top of the kitchen cabinet where the alcohol bottles were. The water in the sink turned on, and then I felt something entering me. It definitely wasn't a cock. Dima started fucking me with a champagne bottle.

— "What a girl, look Misha, she's even moving her ass; she probably likes it," I was in a wild state of arousal at that moment and didn't understand what was happening. Misha was fucking my mouth hard, holding the back of my head and not stopping, and Dima continued fucking me with the champagne bottle.

— "Do you have a bed?" Misha asked. "Mhm," I mumbled with a cock in my mouth.

— "Then let's go there........."