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“Sweetheart, I love you dearly but we just can’t afford such an unnecessary expense at the moment” her husband said. Grace felt like stamping her foot on the floor but figured it made her look four years old again. She had set her heart on replacing their kitchen months ago and the encouraging sounds her husband had made her certain that it would happen, the only unknown was how much he would be eager to pay.

Bribing him with images of his favourite foods had failed, losing her temper with him had only made his stance worse, she had even resorted to offering to perform sexual favours if he would go along; nothing had worked so far. She wined “But you promised.”

He cut her off replying “Actually I didn’t promise, we were evaluating the feasibility and now we have the results of our investigation the conclusion is we can’t afford the kitchen you want.” He so hated giving her bad news and so offered her an olive branch when he added “If you can compromise and go for a cheaper kitchen, I’d reconsider it. In fact, I’ll go one step further. If you can work on Dean to negotiate a better price for the units you want, I’ll promise you can go for those units. We just can’t afford the current quote.” He had met with Dean already and doubted that he would budge on price but at least this way, the contractor was the bad guy and not him.

The following day she called Dean and arranged to meet him in the showroom where she had first fallen in love with the design. The way that he described the installation process and especially how he overcame some of the common pitfalls often encountered during fitting had persuaded both Grace and her sceptical husband that Dean was the contractor they wanted, leaving the only variable in the equation the type of units that would be installed. Dean was sat behind his desk when Grace entered. He liked her because he came across so many false money grabbers in his time but she seemed the complete opposite. She only stood about 5 6, nice and slender without her being stick thin, her brunette hair was normally held back by a slide and she smiled so very sweetly accentuating her pretty features but it was her voice that had really captured Dean’s attentions. It was soft and gentle and could so easily coax him like a lullaby. “Well, hello, how are you this fine day” he greeted her as she strode towards him.

Grace pulled a strange face as she slumped down in the chair opposite him and replied “Hmmmm, not good I’m afraid. I have chewed over your quote with his lord and master but he won’t budge. He says it’s too expensive and we may have to wait a couple of years. Does he not know how many meals I’ll prepare in that kitchen in that time frame?”

Dean leant back in his chair and crossed his arms replying “Not uncommon I’m afraid. I’m sorry to say that if you want the best, it costs. We have plenty of cheaper lines to choose from if you’ll lower your expectations just a little bit.”

Grace still wore the scowl as she replied “I just know that the first time I invite my friends or his family they’ll want a look at the new kitchen and they’ll be silently judging me. He just doesn’t understand the pressure I’m under.”

Dean was inwardly cringing at her attitude. He liked her but he had a family to feed and thankfully, his reputation built up over a number of years, meant he could be picky about which jobs he took and which he rejected. Pity but this will probably be one of those jobs that get cast to the side. He suspected he would have gotten on with her while the job was underway.

Grace gave another deep sigh and asked “Is there really nothing that can be compromised on your quote” at this point she flourished a paper copy of his quote and laid it out on the desk between them. Dean made a cursory glance over the document and shook his head in resignation. “I could possible trim one or two of the aspects but they wouldn’t make too much difference to the overall price. The units you have chosen form the lions share of the quote and my time is not that major. My hands are tied by the fact that the manufacturer has a minimum price clause. Is there really no other design you would consider; failing that you’ll need to get a different contractor although I can’t guarantee they’ll be as good a workmanship. You need to compromise somewhere.”

Grace gave another huff as she stated “It has to be that design but I’d rather be using you than anyone else. I can’t believe my husband is being so unreasonable. I offered to make his favourite dishes — nothing — I even offered to perform sexual favours that have so far been off limits.”

This last statement came completely out of the blue for Dean. The more he wondered about, the more he suspected a lot of wives had done similar but his mind was boggling at the wondered of what this particular wife had deemed previously off limits. The mental picture that this sweet young wife would willingly get nasty to get her way surprised him greatly. Jokingly Dean leant forward and replied, “Oh well, if I knew sexual favours were on offer, I would have reconsidered the price.”

Grace looked at him conspiratorially and asked “Really? You’d consider the price again for me.”

Dean leant back in his chair and offered his hands up in defence and quickly replied “Woah, slow down lady. I was only joking, I’m married. It was a bit of banter, that sort of thing.”

Grace looked frustrated again as she huffed once more and said, “For a minute there I thought there was a light at the end of the tunnel.”

Dean took a few moments to consider her words as he haltingly asked “You mean, you were serious. If I trim the price, you’ll… you know…”

“Absolutely” Grace replied straight away, her voice full of conviction.

“You mean you’d cheat on your husband for a better price? What sort of things were you willing to do?” he asked, really not believing they were having this conversation. What he could not ignore was how her nicely sized pert breasts sat on her chest; the thin straps of her top hinting that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Grace shrugged and replied “I shouldn’t say this but it wouldn’t be the first time since I married that I’ve had another man and what ‘things’ depends on the price reduction” staring him square in the face waiting to see who would blink first.

Dean sat back in his chair while he weighed up the gravity of the situation. Although the customer was very pretty, his wife was very conservative in bed — it was very much a once a fortnight, lights out sort of person. ‘Some of the units I have in the showroom are the exact one’s Grace wanted. I could swap them out for her kitchen and re-work the showroom’ he mulled to himself. He leant forward in his chair and tapped some keys on his computer while he worked out which units he currently held and which he would need to buy in specifically for Grace. He could cut 50% off the quoted price if he gave his time free but rather than go in with that figure – he would after all have to pay to fill the space plus work extra to pay the bills – he turned to Grace and replied “They were only installed 6 months ago, if you are willing to have some of the units I have in the showroom I can knock 30% off the price and that includes my time free of charge. How does that sound and what does that get me?” This conversation was really happening.

Grace looked around the showroom and could picture the units in her own kitchen. She was so very close to getting the kitchen of her dreams. If she had to sleep with Dean a couple of times, it would probably be worth it. He was reasonably good looking and obviously physically fit. “For 30% off I’ll let you sleep with me a couple of times while you are over fitting them, I’ll even through in a couple of blowjobs. Do we have a deal?”

Dean was weighing up her expression as he asked, “What was hubbie promised if he went for it?”

Grace smiled at him conspiratorially “Oh he was being offered EVERYTHING” stressing the last word with an exaggerated expression.

Dean smiled back at her and said “Well if that’s on offer, how about… ” he paused theatrically “… 45% off and I get ass for as long as it takes me to install.”

Grace gasped; ‘he had called her bluff but should she go for it?’ “If you want ass you are going to have to make it 55%. Those are second hand units after all and there is no telling how many people have fingered them.” In truth she was enjoying the cut and thrust of the negotiation without actually realising it was her body they were bartering over.

Dean shook his head “Pre-installed they may be, but they’re only 6 months old and we haven’t had much interest in those units so they have hardly been touched. The best I can do is 50%” and offered his hand over the table to shake on.

Grace just sat there as the enormity of the situation dawned on her. She asked, “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Dean remained with his hand extended as he replied “You started this. How much do you want that kitchen? How many meals will you be able to prepare in the time between now and when your husband would have allowed?”

Grace almost chuckled at him using her words back at her. Reached forward without taking his hand as she stated, “If you are taking my ass, you’ll do the job ASAP at a time that suits me.”

Dean nodded and replied “Yes, if I’m getting up your ass, I will happily fit my other jobs around you although if I’m getting it every day I’m there, I will add an extra 25% on the time estimate but at the agreed 50% reduction. Plus, I’ll throw in the promise that I’ll make sure you will enjoy it. I should stipulate though that the units you want that I don’t have here will take time to arrive but I will arrange to install them the minute I know they are on route.”

Grace’s rectum flinched slightly at the wondered of Dean taking her cherry. She had indeed contemplated it with her husband — she was after all prepared to do what was necessary to get that kitchen — but that still didn’t alter the fact that she had never actually done anal before despite her husband begging her in the past to let him try her little back door. ‘Should she go for it? Would she discover a better deal anywhere close to what was being offered? How long would that take anyway?’ were all thoughts rattling through her mind. She slowly reached out her hand and shook Dean’s “Agreed on the discount we agreed on. Now can I get that set out in a document?”

“Of course,” announced Dean as he immediately set about checking and rechecking the listed items. He went and walked over to the existing units, double checking their measurements — not strictly necessary but he lived by the motto ‘Measure twice, cut once.’ He printed the new quote out and once printed handed it over for Grace to scrutinise. Once she lifted her gaze back to him and nodded Dean asked “Did you want me to press the button on ordering the other units? I’ll flag them as a priority to see if it speeds things up any. Just for the record, have you actually taken a dick up the ass before?”

“Yes please, if you could push it through and no, I haven’t had that experience before but it doesn’t faze me” replied Grace, trying to sound more confident than she actually felt, as she signed the quote and then stood up to walk around to Dean’s side of the desk “I suggest, as a thank you for doing this, you deserve a down payment” and knelt down at his side while she fumbled with his zip. All the talk had her buzzing and this seemed the most appropriate interaction between the two.

Dean was a little taken aback, especially as at any time someone could walk in the unlocked front door; he wasn’t however about to pass up a chance of a sneaky blowjob. As Grace extracted his cock from his trousers, she was pleased to find he was a reasonable size, slightly larger and thicker than her husband and certainly on par with the larger of her past lovers. In next to no time, she dipped her head forward and took the head between her lips. She loving worked her tongue around it’s crown before gradually working him deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips settled on his zipper and his dick started to nudge at her throat. All the while she was making little contented humming noises in her throat.

Dean would be the first to admit that the lady was very good at it, in fact he voiced his feelings to her “If I’m going to be receiving this kind of treatment, I don’t think I’ll be in a rush to get the job done. You’re very good.” With that compliment ringing in her ears Grace re-doubled her efforts and was treated a few minutes later with Dean breaking off from his gasping and groaning to announce, “I’m about to come, where do you want it?” Grace didn’t answer and continued to dip her head and Dean assumed she was happy to have him shoot his come there. He gripped the arms of his chair as he gave an animalistic growl and started to shoot his come against her tonsils.

Dean was still trying to come to terms that this prim and proper wife would happily get down and dirty with him but who was he to deter her. Once she was certain he had finished coming Grace sat back on her haunches, gave an exaggerated gulp as she swallowed his offering down and then smacked her lips stating “Mmmm, that was a tasty load. I too will enjoy having you at my home but I suggest if you want a repeat soon, you chase the supplier almost daily to get the stuff here.”

She stood up and straightened her skirt and picked up her bag along with her version of the new quote. If truth be told, her pussy was buzzing and twitching with the realisation that she had just performed oral sex with Dean but then the anticipation of what she would be expected to do once he started fitting the kitchen made her heart beat faster. Once she reached home, she felt she needed some tension relief and settled down on her bed for a good masturbatory session that worked a treat and the moment her husband stepped inside the front door, she reached up on tip toe to kiss him on the cheek and flourished the new quote at him.

He stood studying the document and then looked up at her with a puzzled expression as he asked, “That’s half the original price, how did you swing that.”

She turned on her heels and walked towards the kitchen saying “I’m guessing you’re in agreement now but for the record I offered him special sexual favours” technically she hadn’t lied to her husband but then she clarified “I went to see Dean today and asked to get the price down. He ummed and erred a bit but didn’t want to lose the gig to someone cheaper, plus I didn’t trust anyone else’s handiwork, so we worked out that as he was reworking the displays in his shop, he would donate the units he has on display and just buy in the one’s he doesn’t have available. Plus, as he’s training up an apprentice, he would cut his labour down a fair bit and use the instal as a training exercise but under his watchful eye. See what I can do when I set my mind to it.”

It troubled Grace how easily she found lying to her husband but then she had expected his opinion and had rehearsed what she was gonna say. A couple of days later Grace received a phone call from Dean informing her that the remaining units were on their way and that he would like to come around and do one last measure to triple check his plan. Naturally she agreed and once the front door was shut behind him Dean asked, “Do I deserve another down payment for getting the units shipped far quicker than would normally be the case?”

Grace smirked a charming smile and replied “How did you manage to get them to shift so quickly? And yes, I guess you do deserve a reward. What do you have in mind?”

Dean would have been happy to receive another of her blowjobs but decided to push his luck saying “A blowjob would be nice but I moved mountains – I got them to move quickly by saying I was taking part in one of the house fix up programs you see on the TV and it needed to happen in the next two weeks or the deal was off – therefore I think I need to sample a bit of pussy this time.”

Grace raised an eyebrow while switching from a smirk to a wide infectious grin “Mmmm, maybe you do. I won’t deny that having seen what you are packing I’m especially looking forward to you working on site. Get your measurements checked and come find me in the sitting room.”

Dean performed the task in double quick time and made his way to the sitting room. As he walked around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks; the sight before him took his breath away. Grace had shed her clothing and draped a silk gown over her shoulders without tying the sash to hide her nakedness as she sat on one of her heavily padded chairs. One leg was hooked to the side exposing herself further and this made her gown hang open tantalisingly to reveal one of her modestly sized boobs. With her right hand she gently strummed her clitoris; in short, she looked amazing and the way the sweet lilt in her voice accentuated her words made his trousers tent further “I hope you’ve finished your measurements and we can have a little play time?”

“Absolutely” was Dean’s one word answer.

Grace stood up, shook her shoulders so that her gown slithered down her arms and down to the floor and then lay down length methods along the sofa as she said, “You’d best lose the clothing and get that lovely cock as deep inside me as you can.”

Dean quickly thrashed and kicked his clothing out of the way in record time and Grace gave an approving nod when she saw how fit he was saying “I had agreed to this without considering what you looked like in the buff but now I can see I’m going to really enjoy this.” She spread her legs further which had the effect of splaying her labia invitingly.

Dean leant his head to one side to ask, “Do I need to wear a condom?”

Grace held her arms out to him and replied “Not with me lover. I want to feel the real you inside me, besides I’m on birth control you can come inside me. Now get over here.”

Never one to knowingly disappoint a lady Dean stepped between her outspread legs, knelt down on the sofa and aimed his dick straight at her glistening splayed labia. Thrusting forward saw the head engage and gradual hip thrusts took him deeper each time. As soon as the head engaged Grace hissed and moaned approvingly as it had been a number of weeks since she had taken her husband inside and so Dean’s attentions were very much appreciated. Grace was particularly pleased to see that Dean wasn’t a ‘Wham, Bam, Thank you Mam’ merchant.

He was certainly attentive to her needs, mixing things up as best he could while holding his upper body aloft so that he could watch the way his glistening cock looked as he repeatedly fed his length inside her. While he enjoyed sex with his wife, she was very dispassionate. Grace on the other hand was far more animated and kept lifting her legs up around his hips to encourage him on more. Being somewhat shorter than Dean meant that she couldn’t wrap her legs around him; instead settling for digging her heels into his side and buttocks. She was also a lot more verbal trotting out regular words of encouragement like “Oh god, that’s feels good”, “Deeper, deeper” and his personal favourite “That’s it, you’ll have me ringing my bell very soon at this rate.”

Dean especially liked the way that she gripped his cock as he worked his way in and out of her. She guessed he was close to coming when his rhythm was off and so cooed “Go on, seed me” as she stroked the hair on the back of his head while gazing into his steely blue eyes. He needed no further encouragement and gave a deep, guttural grunt and deposited his load inside her