Shulem the electrician (true story, names changed)

It was exactly a year ago in the beginning of spring when my oven wouldnt turn on. I was going to bake a delicious helzel for purim to take over to my in law's and cookies that I had to bake for mishloach manis. An oven in a yiddisha shteeb, is one of the most important appliances. I was devastated. Stuck. I called up my neighbor, the Goldstein's, to find out if they know of a competent electrician who can fix my oven. I asked the Goldsteins because Mrs. G. throws a real big vertshaft. She bakes and cooks all the time. I figured, she must have overused her oven too and perhaps broke it once or twice during her cooking lifetime. She gave me a few numbers to call. I called. Nobody picked up right away. I was going nuts. I kept on maneuvering the knot on my turban and jerked it on my head from nervousness and uneasiness. Finally someone called me back. It was Hershys electric co. We set up a time when it's good for both of us. Me, being the frum slut that I am, cant welcome a man in the house when I look like a helzel myself. I like to look nice when people come visit, especially Hershey. (I have never met him before) he sounded cute based on the way he spoke on the phone. I skipped into my bedroom, put on my red turban. I matched my lip gloss with it. I Shortened my skirt by rolling up the waistband and made sure my top is a bit see thru. I usually have to wear a shell under that top, but felt naughty and didnt want to put it on. My husband wasn't home at the time, so I didnt have to worry. I didnt leave the room until I looked myself in the mirror and saw a sexy shpitzel veibel. I did. Grabbed my channel perfume that I got from someone as a gift and sprayed two spritzes on my wrist. I felt hot and cute at the same time. Packed away some stuff that was laying around in the house so he should think that I'm this perfect, shmekedig, sexy shpitzel lady. I heard heavy footsteps coming closer to my apartment and then I heard knocking. In his heavy yiddish accent, while looking down on his toes he asked "you are Mrs. T"? I said "yeh, kimt aran". Utterly disappointed that he didnt turn out as cool as I thought he'd be based on the sound of his voice. He barely looked at me. He kissed the mezziza and walked straight into the kitchen. I took a good look at him from behind and was whisper cursing to myself. I did all this for a frum fanatic electrician to show up at my door not even looking or noticing me. I could have asked my husband to fix it for free. Thank hashem he said he couldnt fix it but he knows of someone else by the name of Shulem that can probably do it. I asked if he can have Shulem come right now. Shulem knocked on the door an hour or two later. I ran to my bedroom mirror and made sure I could open the door to Shulem looking pristine and fine. I opened the door with little hope left in me. Wow! I immediately felt a tingle in my chest when our eyes met. He had  a very slight smirk and looked directly in my eyes. Most chasidishe yingeleit dont look directly in a fremda womans eyes. They look for a second or two and with an eidelkeit they would look to the side and then look back. But this Shulem looked at me with such confidence and pride. I could tell that he is a chevraman. I let him inside. He didn't even kiss the mezuzah like most people do when they come into my house. I felt relieved that he isnt a frumak. He walked into the kitchen wearing his high-top work boots and black denim jeans. He had long, curled peyos with a tucked in dark beard. He must either have a 20/20 vision or wear contacts because his face was bare of any glasses. He stood a bit taller than me. A petite frame, with masculine hands and fingers. I watched from behind while he was taking the oven apart. He explained everything to me In a very friendly manner. He was a bit too friendly to me. It sounded a bit awkward. He kept on chitchatting about a vachnacht he has tomorrow and asked me who my husband was. His jaw dropped when I gave him my husband name. He didnt want to believe me. He put his tools down on the stove top, got up from his squat position amd moved around to face me, still with his jaw dropped. "No way" he said in shock while he quickly glanced at me from my turban knot to my toes. I knew exactly why he was so shocked. My husband is known as a tzadik for whoever has heard of him. Very eidel, erlich and frum. He said stuttering "y...y..you dont...you don't look like you're the ummm wife of his...." I shrugged my shoulder and tilted my head as in, I know, vus ken men teen. I asked him if he wants to see my wedding album so he can believe me. He followed me into the basement where I put away all the photo albums. I saw him stare at my ass through a side mirror in the hallway while I walked ahead of him to lead him down to the basement. I was horny as usual. But I didnt dare make a move. I wanted him to. The album's were in a lower cabinet so I had to bend down to schlep out the big bin where all the albums were. In the meantime I opened my other personal drawer where I kept my big, beige dildo hidden under my sexy lingerie. Pretending to look for the albums. I left it open for him to take a peek. I even moved to the side so he can get a better look at what I'm upto. I turned around and saw his face turned red and it looked like he was embarrassed for me. He asked quietly while turning his head back in case my husband comes in. "Does your husband allowed these things"? I burst out laughing. "He doesnt even know they exist" "we dont have a decent sex life" I told him without yiddish beeshas. He looked at me with such lust in his eyes. I looked at him with puppy eyes. He only wanted to know more. I told him that he doesnt satisfy me and doesnt even try. While I was shmoozing with him in the basement with the sexy drawer opened and exposed, we heard a turn on the knob upstairs. I slammed the drawer shut and ran upstairs. It was my husband stopping in for a sefer he left in the house. My heart was pounding like heavy rains on a windshield. He cant ever see me like this. With my see thru shirt and my red turban. The good thing was, he barely noticed and left the house immediately. He didnt even know the electrician was downstairs. I ran to the door, opened a sliver and shouted in yiddish "what time will you be back? I wanna make sure the supper is warmed up". He said he will be back at eight thirty in the evening. I ran back down to sexy Shulem the electrician. I ran down the stairs and tripped a bit. he came to help me get up. He was so nice. He looked worried for me and asked if I was ok. I had tears in my eyes. Told him that he his such a nice guy and that I wish I had a nice husband like that. He asked politely If he can hug me. I guess he assumed that it would be ok with me since he saw my dildo, and lingerie and the outline of my bra under my shirt. I said "of course" I ran to lock the door and walked back in slow motion to him. He hugged me. We hugged. It felt amazing. I could feel his hard on on my crotch. It was an amazing feeling. We hugged for a few minutes. He said he will have to leave cuz he didnt want to get into trouble. I assured him that he won't. Asked him if he ever used a dildo on anyone. He said "yes, I used toys and I'm very familiar in the sex department". I was thrilled to hear that. It made me so much more horny. He kicked off his work boots and told me to lay down on the sofa. He will show me how he does it. I was so excited but also super nervous. What if he will tell someone. How do I trust him? Does he have a wife and kids at home? I didnt wanna think too deeply. I wanted to know, but at the same time, I didn't want to know. I laid down on the sofa and he grabbed the dildo and asked me to lift my skirt up. He spoke with such nice mannerisms that that alone was a big turn on. I'm not used to men talking like that to women. I was shaking from nervousness and excitement and paranoia as I lifted my skirt up.i closed the lights because I was too ashamed and didnt want to be vulnerable with him like that. "Shulem, you promise you wont tell a soul about this"???? My life could be done, I told him. He reassured me again that he has lots of experience with these things and it will stay between us. That made me feel a lot better. I quickly pulled down my tights and panties and covered the crotch area with my hands from embarrassment. He removed my hands gently and widened my legs. Now I am exposed and so vulnerable. I took the dildo and threw it across the room. Grabbed Shulem and begged him to fuck me rather. I told him that I used the rubber when I'm desperate and I have no choice. But here I have a handsome, nice, sexy electrician why should I use the rubber? He agreed and unbuttoned his top and threw it down hurriedly. Opened his belt swiftly and removed his black Jean's. All while I was laying with my legs spread eagle. He stared at my bare pussy with such appetite. He was wearing regular briefs. Not the long chasidish underwear my husband wears. He lowered his briefs and his cock sprung up. My entire body felt a whole new feeling of excitement and longing. I pulled him and begged him to fuck me. I was dripping wet and wanted fo feel that man deep inside of me. I was craving it all day long. Shulem got ontop of me, spread my legs even wider inserted his throbbing, swollen dick inside of me. He pumped his massive cock into my unused, helpless, tight pussy while I moaned and groaned with pleasure. He gave me multiple orgasms while he was pumping me hard and fast. I could see Shulems face turn red and sweaty with every thrust. He pulled out quickly and came on my stomach. I smeared it around and licked my finger so I can taste him on me. I felt so at peace, tamed and well taken care of. He said I didn't have to pay him anything and I should call him again if anything else doesnt "turn on".