A Plumber Is Called And Fixes More Than A Broken Pipe.

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I had been married to my husband for over thirteen years and we were not getting along together very well. The love that once existed had gone for no reason. We still lived together but had decided to divorce.Bill decided to take a break and go back to where he had lived as a teenager to see if some of the old families still lived in the area. My guess was he wanted to look up a few of his old friends and decide if he wanted to return to his old hometown. I was aware before we were married, he had several affairs with various girls and was heartbroken when one of them married another guy when she was on an overseas holiday.The guy had swept her off her feet and she married him after a month and continued to live overseas. After a few years, I realised he married me on the rebound.While Bill was away, I had a major plumbing failure, so I rang Bill and he arranged for a plumber to come around and fix the problem.In the process of completing the repair, he was relaying new pipes and another unrelated pipe had broken.We had to ring the water authority as the pipe was not on our property and was part of the district supply. In the process of trying to stem the flow of water, which was spouting up about three metres high, he got soaking wet directing the flood away from our property.After he had some success in what he was trying to do, I invited him into the house to remove his wet clothes and offered him some of my husband’s clothes as he was about the same size.He had undressed and when I went to give him a towel to dry off, I saw him completely naked. I was impressed with his whole body. He was solidly built, young and fit, a real tradesman. He was well endowed with a long fat penis which immediately took my eye and attention. He would have been about twenty-five years old.I had never seen the guy before but the sight of him naked had stirred me. It was sudden and unexpected, and I had never had such a feeling for any man before.I stared at his naked body and as soon as he realised I was staring, he took the towel and turned away. Suddenly my nipples became hard and sensitive, my pants became wet, and I had this funny feeling in my tummy and head. If he had attempted to have sex with me, I would not have resisted. I could not believe the fact I was having such a feeling.When he was dressed, we went out where we could see the water still gushing up from the ground. He was concerned he may have been the cause of the problem but could not see how. I could not get that feeling I had earlier out of my head when standing next to him. It was the most unusual experience I could ever remember having.It took the water authority about forty-five minutes to arrive, and they soon had the water supply turned off to determine the problem. Once they had exposed the broken pipe, they confirmed that our plumber had not caused the problem. He was not considered responsible.They went about fixing it and Jim, our plumber, said he would go home and get some more dry work clothes before completing the repair.In the meanwhile, I had put his wet clothing in the clothes washer. He said there had been no need to do that, but it was just something I did without giving it a great deal of thought. They were soaking wet and had to be removed from the bedroom he had changed in, so I just did it as a natural thing.While he was away, the feelings I had earlier got me aroused and I could not get over them. I removed my clothes and began to masturbate. Masturbating was something I had not done regularly but had recently begun to do more often, given my husband’s reluctance to have sex with me over the past few months.Having enjoyed myself and reaching my orgasm using my wand, I decided when I was getting dressed again, not to wear my bra and pants, just my shorts and a very thin almost transparent loose open-neck blouse and leave an extra button undone. This would reveal my topless state and expose my cleavage more than I usually did.I wanted to be daring in front of Jim and see how long I could continue to have this desire for sex with a man. A feeling I was enjoying for the first time in many months. I had no intentions to seduce Jim but if a situation developed, I would have not hesitated and broken my marriage vows for the first time.When Jim returned, he handed me my husband’s clothes neatly folded. I said his clothes would soon be dry as I had put them in the clothes dryer. In handing them to me our hands touched, and I could not believe the feeling that went through me. It was like I was sixteen again and with a boyfriend. Immediately my nipples hardened and became obvious having no bra on.Jim, I was sure, bahis siteleri noticed them and the fact I was now braless. He went back to work on the plumbing and was soon hot and sweaty working in the sun.After half an hour I took him a long cold glass of homemade lemonade. As I stood there waiting for him to take the glass, I saw him looking at the bare flesh I had exposed and the cleavage between my breasts. I had deliberately held the ice-cold glass to them to make my nipples prominent again.To pass him the glass, I had to bend down as he was standing in a trench and in doing so my blouse billowed out as I had planned. Both breasts were obvious and fully exposed drooping down, so I stood like this for longer than necessary to ensure he did not miss seeing them.“I hope you like lemonade?” I asked. “I make it myself.”His hand came out to take the glass and because he was looking at my breasts, his hand missed the glass and he stumbled and lost his footing in the trench and his hand touched my breasts.“Sorry,” he said. “That wasn’t intentional.”“Don’t be sorry, it was very naughty of me to bend over like that.”He said no more but I could see his face was a little flushed and it was not through his exertion, he was blushing.We both stood there as he took the glass and slowly drank the lemonade. His eyes somehow never left mine. My breasts were now covered again as I stood up straight. I believe he knew I was prick teasing him.We stood there silently both realising that what had just happened had affected both of us. He was aware I had not recoiled from his touch and had not stood up to allow my dress to cover my breasts until he had had an unobstructed view of them.After he finished the drink, he gave me back the glass and I again bent forward to take it from him and exposed them once more. I did not bend as low this time but enough for him to see as far as my nipples.“Lovely,” he said.I got very cheeky and said, “I think so too.”“I meant the lemonade,” he said.“I hope you meant something else,” I replied.“They are lovely too,” he said as he went back to work. I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but his work trousers were heavy and did not reveal the state of his cock.I walked back to the house and looking at his reflection in the window to see if his eyes were following me. They were. I wiggled my bum. I wondered if he had realised I was prick testing him or serious about displaying my body, hoping for him to make a move.I left him to his work but now and again I went to the door to see how he was progressing. He saw me and waved. I waved back and asked if he would like another drink. He said no and put his head down working again.As the afternoon progressed and I could see he had completed a major part of the work, I went down and asked, “Will you be finished this afternoon, or will you need to come back tomorrow?”“I will only be another half hour or so,” He replied.“Good. When you are finished, I will make us a coffee. It will be too late to start another job today,” I turned and did not wait for his reply which may have been negative.I prepared myself and had worked out ways I might attract him to stay for more than the cup of coffee.I contacted a friend who I believe knew him and asked some polite questions and found out he was not married. His love was football at weekends, and he trained most afternoons. He lived alone, following a breakup with a girlfriend.She had told me ‘in confidence,’ (haha) that she had ‘heard’ he had used the bedroom to get his bill paid on one or two occasions. She had not been one of them. I knew my husband would be paying his bill, but I might get him to fix a plumbing problem I had personally, right between my legs.I kept an eye on him and was prepared for when he finished covering the trench and had completed his work. Then he started to take his tools to his vehicle and my heart skipped a beat. I was waiting and watching. Maybe he was not going to come in for the coffee as I had planned.I was ready for him to make the last trip and as he did so I sang out,” Don’t forget your clothes and the coffee is made.”“I will be right back,” he said.He arrived at the back door, quite dirty after all the work in the trench etcetera.“Come in. Would you like to take a shower? You have all these clean clothes to change back into, “ I suggested.“That would be very much appreciated,” He replied.I showed him the spare bedroom and bathroom we have for guests. I had deliberately not put a towel there or put his clothes in the room for obvious reasons. He went in and closed the door without realising and started to shower.After he had finished showering, he opened canlı bahis siteleri the door a short distance and called for me. “Do you have a towel?”I was ready, I had the towel in one hand and his clothes in the other.I virtually barged through the door, walked into the room, and handed everything to him. He was taken back and tried to cover himself which was difficult with his arms full of his clothing. I was looking at that beautiful naked body again.“I don’t know about you, but I like what I see,” I told him.“Shit, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this,” He stammered.“I did,” I replied, and as I was saying it, I was beginning to remove my shorts and blouse. Within seconds, I was as naked as he was.“There we are, two peas in a pod,” I said and went to him and put my arms around his neck and kissed him pressing my naked body to his.He resisted for a moment and then with my tongue halfway down his throat he responded similarly. His cock rose between us as I kissed him. I continued to kiss him for about a minute and then broke away taking one of his hands and placing it on one of my breasts.“I want you,“ I said. “Right here and now.”Before he could say a word, I slid down and took his soft cock straight into my mouth. I did not give him time to even think about what we were doing.I felt that he was in a state of confusion or shock at my sudden announcement to seduce him. It took him a minute to realise what I had done, where I was, and what I was doing. His cock began to rise and harden in my mouth.“Oh God,” he said. “You don’t waste any time, do you? Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”I took my mouth off his cock long enough to say, “Don’t tell me you have never done this before?” before returning it into my mouth.“Look, I am no prude but to be whisked off my feet like this is something else. I thought seeing your tits was a bonus, but this is unbelievable. “I continued to suck on his wonderful cock, and he relaxed and began to accept my actions and began to enjoy me doing what I was doing. I played with his balls which were now hanging loose in their sac.“My God, you do that well,” he said.“Practice makes perfect, the more the merrier,” I said between sucks.The two of us just accepted what was happening. It was obvious this was not the first time he had his cock sucked and I knew now that I was going to get what I wanted and needed.I sucked and stroked his cock for more than five minutes before he said, “I am about to cum. Can I cum in your mouth or…?”I did not want to miss any of his cum and said while I still had a mouth full of cock, “In ma moouth.”He began to cum and like that broken pipe earlier, it spurted out in great volume. There was so much in the first couple of spurts, I swallowed the first lot and then held the next couple of spurts and what else he managed to give me in my mouth and enjoyed the feeling of his warm syrupy spunk. It tasted wonderful.It was something I had not done since before my marriage. It was a wonderful return to something that I had enjoyed years ago. I had a reputation for being good at it at college. Bill did not like me doing it to him, so I had not done it for years. I realised I had not lost the desire or the taste of it even after so many years.I stood up and swallowed the remainder of his cum. “That was just perfect,” I told him. “I loved that.”“Shit, Jan, I am still getting over the fact that we are doing this. This is something I never expected from you. What will Bill say when he learns that I got the bill paid by you?”“He will never know; you will send the bill to him and get it paid the way it should be. This is a bonus for you and something I not only wanted to do but something I needed. Bill and I have not slept in the same bed for months. We are on the verge of a divorce. We are just not compatible anymore. I can promise you he will never learn of what we are doing from me. You don’t have to worry; nobody will know you fucked me.”“Shit, you want me to fuck you too?”“Is the Pope a Catholic?“ I replied. “There is nothing more I want more than for you and me to fuck the daylights out of each other. I gave you enough come on earlier with my tit show.”“Oh God, all my Sundays have come at once,” he stammered. “You are amazing.”“Then let me prove it,” I said. “Let us have a drink and get ready for the main event, which was just the curtain-raiser,” I told him.We went through into the lounge, and I asked, “Beer, wine or spirits?”“A beer, please. I am thirsty. I need it and maybe another before the day is over,” He said.“The day is over for you, and the night is just beginning. Is there anybody you canlı bahis need to let know you have just remembered a prior engagement tonight?” I asked.“You mean the whole night?” he asked.“You will be busy plugging a leak here,” I informed him.I then got him a beer and a glass of wine for myself.We sat and we chatted for a while, and I explained the situation about Bill and me. I assured him there was nothing to worry about sleeping with me. Bill would not care. He was away and no doubt looking for somewhere to move to in his old stamping ground. We had both agreed to divorce.We chatted quite amicably, and he said he had never sat naked and talked to another woman as we were talking. I suggested, “We should do it more often. I am enjoying it.”After a second beer, I suggested we order some home delivery and get down to business ourselves. I asked him what he would prefer, and his response was, “Fur Burger.”“Let’s get better acquainted and we can discuss what we have enjoyed so far over a meal and a glass of wine,” I suggested.“Good thinking, something here needs the services of a plumber it’s beginning to leak,” taking his soft cock in his hand.“Good as I have a problem too that needs a plumber. There is a leaking pipe that I am sure the Water Authority is not interested in plugging. It’s not quite as bad as the one out front and I am sure you can fix it for me.”I went to him as he stood up, then used my finger to remove the precum leaking from his cock and sucked my finger. Then I took his hand and we made our way to my bedroom. I was getting quite excited at the prospect of feeling a man doing what I love men doing best. It had been a long time since I was as excited at the prospect of having a man fuck me. For the last year, I have only been a cum bucket for Bill.Once we were in the bedroom, I pulled the covers off and just left the sheet there.“Do you want to fuck or suck first?” Jim asked.“If we fuck then I will be full of your cum and I don’t think you would appreciate me like that,” I responded.“It won’t be the first time,” he told me.We were now very relaxed after the drinks, and I got up onto the bed while he was stroking his cock getting it hard.“It doesn’t bother me now, the first time I tasted my cum was after a girl who had sucked me off, kissed me.”He continued, “I met a girl at the technical college when doing my plumbing course and we used to fuck in the car after our lectures. On graduation night, we had a few drinks and we were as randy as all hell. We went to a hotel, stripped off completely, and we fucked on a bed for the first time. After I fucked her, she dared me to go down on her. I had been down on her before but always before we fucked.”The drinks had me in the mood for anything. I just took a deep breath and went down. It was different but after she had cum, I realised it was not as bad as I imagined, and I insisted we kiss afterwards. Then she insisted we fuck again and go sixty-nine afterwards. It is amazing what you do when you are half pissed.”We stayed together for a while after that, and I took her away a few times for naughty weekends. That became part of our orgies, and we did a sixty-nine together immediately after nearly every fuck.”I then suggested, “Let me see how I like it, getting fucked, and then sucked. I have not been sucked out myself since before I married Bill. He won’t do it. This was going to be interesting.” I told him.“I have found it works for both of us as after I cum, I take a while to get it up again. While I am sucking on you, it gets hard again and I can fuck you again straight after you have cum. You get two for the price of one.”The decision was Jim’s, and he had no inhibitions about doing it this way. I was not going to object.I was getting excited as I positioned myself. This was to be my first real fuck for me for a few months, and one I was looking forward to. Before our falling out, Bill would fuck me and cum and that would be that. I rarely got to cum myself. Often, I would masturbate afterwards with his cum leaking out of me to have an orgasm.Jim was ready and I had these butterflies in my tummy. He was to be the first man to fuck me since my marriage to Bill. My nipples were hard with the excitement I was feeling.“Ready?” he asked.“Willing and able,” I replied as I pulled my legs back until my knees were on my shoulders.I was completely exposed and ready for him. I was so excited and knowing full well what was about to happen. I was about to commit adultery.I watched as Jim held his cock in his hand and looked down as he put his cock against the lips of my vagina, then paused as he looked up at me and smiled. We both knew what was going to happen, we had been there and done this many times, but to me, it was like my first time all over again. Without a word, he slid his hard cock into me. I held my breath and concentrated on what he was doing.

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