My entire career as an engineer was spent at sea. I am retired now but at the time of the events I am writing about,

I was in my early forties. I was at home on leave, and my wife was at work. Being a ship's engineer meant that I had the experience of repairing all kind of machinery, which on a ship, meant anything from the main engines to a vacuum cleaner or the galley bread maker. These skills transferred home and I was often asked by friends and neighbours to repair stuff for them.

My next-door neighbour was a widow called Sandra. She was in her mid-thirties and had two children. She lost her husband to a particularly cruel cancer a year or so before and she was just beginning to come back into the world. I had been good friends with her husband and had promised him that I would help Sandra and the kids if ever they asked.

Sandra was a typical mum. She worked part-time and received a pension from her husband’s employer. She also had money from a life policy, so was not struggling financially. She made sure her kids were well turned out, but I think she let herself go a little in her grief. I always commented positively on her appearance whenever I saw her just to make her smile and maybe lift her spirits a little. She always suggested that perhaps my eyes needed testing.

One morning Sandra came knocking on my door. I could see she looked upset.

‘Thank goodness you’re in,’ she gasped.

‘How can I help you, Sandra?’ I asked, 'Is everything all right?'

‘My washing machine has stopped working and the floor is flooded with soapy water.’ She was nearly in tears at this point. ‘I slipped in the suds and fell in the utility.’

She turned to show the wet patch on her behind. My eyes lingered maybe a little too long.

‘Are you hurt?’ I enquired, ‘do you need a doctor?’

‘No. I’m fine. I’ll have a bruise but it's nothing serious. Can you help with the washer?’

‘I don’t know, but I’ll take look at it and find out. It may need new parts. If it does we’ll get them ordered and I’ll fit them, so don’t worry. Just let me get my tools.'

I disappeared back into the house, reappearing moments later with my big blue toolbox.

‘Come on,’ I said ‘let's get the mess cleared up.’

I took her hand and we walked around Sandra’s house to the side-door which opened directly into the utility room. The floor was flooded to about one inch in water with soapy suds floating on top. It looked like a tiny snowscape with the snow beginning to thaw. Plodding through the water to the other side of the room I switched off the washer and retrieved a mop and bucket from the corner. Working together we quickly had the floor wiped and dried.

I pulled the washer from under the counter and proceeded to take the access panels off. I quickly established that the water pump seal was damaged, probably by some solid object passing through it. These types of pumps are cheaply manufactured and are not meant to be repaired, they are usually just replaced. Needless to say, I didn’t have another pump to hand, but half an hour on the internet and we had a new one ordered for delivery the next day.

I decided to take another look at the washer in case there was anything else that could cause damage. Solid objects usually get trapped in the drum. Things like loose change or other stuff left in pockets by mistake. I found a length of wire about six or seven inches long, curved and with tiny plastic sealing bits at each end. I recognised it right away. I held it up for Sandra to see.

‘That’s the wire from a bra,’ I said. Sandra peered at it.

‘Really? how did it get in there?’

‘From a bra, how else.’ I laughed because I could see she was slightly embarrassed. ‘If you still have the bra I could fix that as well.'

‘You can do that? is there no end to your talents? I’ll go and see if I can find it.’ She went off upstairs, smiling.

Where is this going? I thought.

I should say at this point my wife and I were having a few problems. She was beginning to get tired of my going away for months on end and was trying to persuade me to get a job ashore. The only problem I saw with that was I couldn’t earn as high a salary ashore and she wasn’t willing to wind in her spending. She wanted holidays and new cars and that wouldn’t be possible with a lower income. I was also fairly sure she was having an affair with someone at work.

Sandra reappeared with a flimsy piece of black lace that she swore was a bra. I teased her that it was way too small to get her breasts into, my gaze drifting to her not insubstantial bosom.

‘It’s very stretchy,’ she said, ‘besides, I may have put on a little weight since John,' her late husband, 'bought it for me.’ She looked a little wistful at the memory, and I felt bad for teasing her about it. ‘He bought it as a set for a trip we went on for our anniversary. We came back to be told the diagnosis of the cancer. We never went anywhere together again.’ I saw the tears in her eyes.

‘I’m sorry I teased you. I can only hope that you and John had a wonderful time on that trip. I know he liked to see you in sexy underwear.’ Sandra looked at me in shock.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Do you think we only talked about sports when we went to the pub?. He was very proud of you. He loved the way other men looked at you wherever you went. He was always telling me how turned on he got when you dressed sexily for him.’

'I knew he liked it but he never told me it turned him on when other men checked me out. I got excited if I noticed them doing it. He often wanted me to flash in public, but I always felt embarrassed. I flashed you once though. I don’t know if you saw anything.’

‘I remember that BBQ,’ I said. ‘You kept squirming in your chair; I wondered what was going on with you. When you stood up you placed your feet just a little too far apart. I could see you were wearing stockings and white panties.’

‘I was squirming because the clasps of the suspenders kept digging into my thigh and I couldn't get comfortable in the chair. I eventually stood up because I couldn’t bear it anymore. If you remember I went inside to change. I took my stockings and garter belt off. I was quite tipsy by then and feeling a little naughty so I also took my panties off. When I told John that I was knickerless he was so excited that he tried everything he could to get me to flash you my bare pussy.’

‘He told me that the week after. I was so disappointed that I didn’t see anything. I wish I'd paid more attention.’

‘I thought you'd seen everything, I was so drunk; I wanted you to look.’

The look in her eyes at this point told me that our talking about these things had got her excited. Her face was flushed red and her voice trembled. I knew that what I said next could take events in any direction I wanted.

‘Do you still have the panties that match with this bra?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘Get me a small needle and thread, black thread, and I’ll show you.’

She left the room and returned moments later with a tiny sewing needle and thread. I took the wire and slowly fed it into the slim pocket beneath the cup of the bra. I sewed up the ends and secured the wire back in place. I held it up like a trophy.

‘There you are, as good as new.' Looking at her I said, 'As much as I like looking at women’s lingerie, I much prefer it when there is a beautiful woman wearing it.’ I handed the flimsy garment back to her. ‘Would you do me the honour of showing me what John saw when you wore this for him’

She smiled and again left the room and went upstairs. My heart was banging out of my chest. I was about to cheat on my wife of fifteen years for the first time, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. I wanted Sandra and I was sure she wanted me. I decided just to be in this moment and to hell with anything and everything else. A few moments passed as I heard Sandra move around in the bedroom above me.

‘Gordon,’ she called. ‘Could you come upstairs?’

I went up the stairs two at a time. Not an easy thing to do when your cock was as hard as mine.

‘In here,’ she called again but this time in a softer, more seductive tone.

I rounded the door into what I now know was her bedroom. 

Sandra had brushed her long hair and it was fanned out behind her head on the comforter as she lay on her bed. She must have touched up her makeup because her lips were red with fresh lipstick and her eyes were darker with a little mascara. She looked gorgeous. She wore the bra and matching panties as I had asked. The bra was struggling to restrain her fabulous tits and the panties looked tiny on her voluptuous body.

‘They are a little small now,’ she said.

‘But no less sexy,’ I interjected. I could see through the transparent front panel of her panties that her pussy was nicely trimmed. A small triangle of darkness above the pink flesh below.

‘You're a bit overdressed, don’t you think?’ she said, her voice still sounding very seductive.

 Without saying anything I clambered out of my shirt and chinos and bent down to remove my socks.

‘Nice tush, lover,’ whispered Sandra. I went to get on the bed beside her. ‘Oh no, I want you to get naked for me.’ She wagged her finger to admonish me. ‘All off. Everything. If you want me,’ she smiled and run her right index finger along her slit over the front of her panties. ‘I’m soaking,’ she smiled and sucked her finger.

I groaned at the sight and shucked off my briefs. My engorged cock catching in the waistband and springing up to slap my belly.

‘Oooh, That looks nice. Good enough to eat.’ Her gaze never left my penis as I climbed onto the bed beside her. ‘I know you want to fuck me, Gordon, and I want to as well, but would you mind just holding me for a little while. It’s been so long since I was with a man and I want to make this last.’

‘Of course,’ I replied.

I moved in to spoon with her. My cock sliding over the tight panties stretched across her ass. I nuzzled into her neck, nibbling gently on her ear. ‘This doesn’t have to be the only time we do this you know,’ I whispered, whilst continuing to kiss the side of her face.   

‘I know,' she said, as she turned her face to kiss my lips. ‘but I don’t know how I’m going to feel after we do this. Your wife is my friend.’

‘She’s having an affair with some twat at her work so I don’t feel guilty at all.’ I said quietly. Sandra gasped at this revelation. It would seem that my wife didn’t share all her secrets with her friend.

‘Then let’s not waste a moment.’ Saying this, she turned to face me and we kissed deeply and long, my tongue playing with hers in her mouth. She moaned softly as we kissed and I felt like a teenager in the back of my father’s car. My hands caressed her body and slipped the narrow straps of her bra, the instigator of our new relationship, off her shoulders.

Sandra groaned and sat up. ‘It is too small now. I need to take it off.’ She reached behind her and undid the catch. The bra sailed over my head and across the room as she threw it away. ‘Ah, relief.’ She sighed.

I grasped her now free-swinging breasts and began to lick and kiss them. Her nipples were hard and rubbery. Beautifully engorged with blood and deep maroon. Her areolae were pink which softened in colour as the circle grew away from her nipple. She pulled free from my grasp and sat astride me. Her tits were spectacular. She giggled as she lowered them to my hungry mouth again.

‘I love having my tits played with. My nipples feel like they are wired straight to my pussy. John could give me orgasm after orgasm just playing with them.'

I kept sucking and fondling her breasts. I concentrated on gently nibbling and biting her nipples and I could feel her begin to tense up as her breathing became quicker and shallower.

‘Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing,’ she panted. ‘I’m going to come. Ahhh Ahhh. She grasped my head to her bosom as her whole body tensed and she began to shake like she was having a fit. ‘Oh my god!. That was fantastic. I haven’t come like that for years.’ She relaxed her grip on my head and lifted my face to give me a really deep sexy kiss. ‘Thank you, thank you. I needed that.’ I could see that she was crying. I gently kissed the tears away and looked into her eyes.

‘It was a pleasure, and an honour to be the first man to do it since John passed.’

She turned from me and lay back, smiling. As she lay there her hand reached for my cock and gently stroked it.

‘I’ll have to take care of this next.’ Her grip tightened and her stroking became more urgent.

‘Yes please,' I groaned, 'but let's take our time, we’ve got all afternoon.'

She continued to stroke me and I grew harder in her hand. I had also reached down below the waistband of her panties and was slowly sliding my index finger up and down her very wet slit. She moaned with encouragement when I occasionally halted to circle her clit, while simultaneously pressing with my thumb to pull the hood of skin covering it back and allow me access to the sensitive flesh beneath.

After doing this for a few minutes I moved my hand deeper in her panties to put my finger inside her. She groaned loudly as I did and stopped stroking my prick, just gripping it tightly as if to anchor herself to me and not float away. She hugged her body up against mine and shivered with yet another orgasm. Smaller this time but no less satisfying for her, and me. I get a great deal of pleasure knowing my partner is deriving pleasure from all I do.

Sandra’s body softened and she sat up. ‘Time to get naked.'  That said, she raised her legs together while sliding her soaking panties up her legs and over her feet. Then she flipped over onto her hands and knees beside me. ‘Your turn now, lover.’ She shook her hair free around her face and leaned over my thighs. Grasping my cock in her hand, she bent over and drew my cockhead into her mouth.

‘Mmmm,’ she hummed as she lifted and lowered her head, my cock going in and out of her lips until she was taking all of it. Lifting her head clear she looked up and made eye contact with me. ‘You like?’

‘God, yesss,’ I said, gazing back into her beautiful green eyes. ‘I like very much.’

‘Don’t be worried about coming in my mouth, I always swallow.’

Hearing her say that electrified my mind and I watched as she turned and took my cock deep back into her mouth and throat. She slurped, licked, nibbled and stroked for twenty minutes, always backing off in her ministrations whenever she could feel I was getting close to cumming. Eventually, she decided that I was ready and increased her efforts, licking and sucking more purposefully. I didn’t last long once she started and, remembering what she said earlier about always swallowing, I just let myself cum in her mouth without warning.

Rope after rope, spurt after spurt. I came in her mouth and throat. She gently moaned throughout. I could say I was as quiet, but I’d be lying. I cried out loudly as my orgasm started and moaned at every jerk of cum that I sent to her stomach. When I was finished she continued to gently lick and clean my penis with her tongue.

‘Mmmm, that was delicious,’ she said.

‘That was fucking fantastic,’ I said. ‘I’ve never been blown like that before in my life.’

‘I’d nearly forgotten how much I love the taste of fresh cum. You came a lot, as well.’

‘Well, as I said, Alice and I aren’t getting along too well at the moment, so it’s been a while.’

‘Her loss, is my gain.’ said Sandra, ’Does it take you long to go again? We haven’t had a fuck yet and I'd like to get this cock inside me.’

‘If I’d known when I came round to fix your washer what we’d be getting up to, I would have taken a wee blue pill.’

Sandra smiled at a memory. ‘John took those as well, especially when he knew we were going to go for an all-nighter. He would stay hard for hours.’

‘Give me half an hour and a few more minutes with that talented mouth of yours and I’ll be good to go.’

‘Good. We can cuddle some more.’ She sidled up to me and we spooned again, this time both naked and smelling of sex. My arm went around her and I naturally started caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples.

 She pushed her ass back into my cock and moved gently against me encouraging my erection as I continued to fondle her breasts

‘I love your tits,’ I whispered between tender kisses to her neck. ‘I could do this all day’

‘I need you to put your cock in me. I've been denied for too long and I want it now.’

‘You’ll need to give me a little more time. I’m not a young stud any more.’

‘I know. Do you think you could lick my pussy while we wait?’

Eating pussy is my favourite thing to do. I don’t get to do it much because my wife doesn’t like it. Her clitoris is incredibly sensitive and she describes the sensations as painful and always asks me to stop.

‘I would love to lick you. Your pussy looks and feels beautiful, it would be great to find out how it tastes.’ As I said this I had moved to the foot of the bed and looked up at Sandra’s glorious curves. ‘Bring your knees up together and get your feet as close to your bum as you can, then just let your knees fall apart.’

Her body fell into the classic W position that made finding and licking her pussy easy. As she let her legs fall apart her outer lips gently fell open. Her inner lips were bright pink with arousal and shiny wet with her juices. Her clit was peeking out from its hood all tight and shiny. I lay between her legs and kissed her thighs. She moaned softly and ran her fingers through my hair.

‘Lick me, lover oh, lick me.’

I kissed and licked up the inside of her thighs until I reached her pussy. I blew on it and she shivered, her body shaking gently in response.

There are two ways to make initial contact with a pussy. You can go all in and cover the whole area with your mouth and plate her entire cunt, or you can gently stroke tiny areas with your tongue and fingers before pressing home into her vagina. I sensed Sandra would appreciate the gentle approach.

I started by licking the shiny skin on the inside of her inner lips and stroking her vulva, barely penetrating her vagina with my fingertips. Looking up at her she was biting her bottom lip and moaning. I increased the pace of my licking and sucked her inner lips into my mouth while simultaneously increasing the depth of penetration of my fingers.

She began to moan and move around. I withdrew my fingers from her hole and, as I did, pressed my tongue into her as far as I could. I began to fuck her with my tongue. She screamed and raised her herself up off the bed and squirted juices into my mouth.

'Ahhh Ahhh. What are you doing...?’ she screamed and slammed her buttocks back down on the bed.

All through her climax, my mouth had been pressed hard against her pussy with my tongue deep inside her.

‘Oh my god! I’ve never squirted before. I always thought John was good, but you, oh god.’

She drew me up her body with her hands on either side of my face until we were looking in each other's eyes. She kissed me deeply, savouring the flavour of her sex from my mouth and tongue.

‘Where did you learn to do that?’ she asked when she had settled down.

‘From a Chinese whore that I lived with for six weeks when I did a dry-dock in Singapore. She was a lot older than me and made it her business to teach me all she knew in the short time we had together.’

‘Well, maybe it is just as well you didn’t have more time. She may have taught you something that might kill me.’ She laughed and I smiled.

‘It was a wonderful six weeks. I think about her often.’

‘What the hell is Alice doing playing away on you when you can do that for a girl?'

'She doesn’t like me to do that,’ I said.

‘Well, she must be nuts.' She glanced down between us. 'How’s your cock doing?’

Following her gaze, I could see I was still at half-mast.

‘I'm going to need some oral encouragement and I don’t mean a stiff talking to.'

'No problem,’ she said as she slid around to take my cock in her warm wet mouth. ‘Mmmmm,’ I love it when a cock grows hard in my mouth.' She worked her tongue and teeth gently on my tackle until it was as stiff as I have ever known it to be without chemical aid.

‘I think we are ready for the main event.’ Once again she moved around me and sat astride my thighs with my cock jutting out from under her as if it belonged to her. She lifted herself a little and with one hand reached between her legs and spread her lips. Holding them open she took hold of my cock and guided the glans up to her dripping wet entrance. Once she was satisfied that everything was in position she withdrew her hands and put them on either side of my head.

Looking straight into my eyes she said, ‘John and I were married for nearly eighteen years. This is only the second cock in all that time I will have fucked, and my first fuck for nearly two years. Go slowly; I want to enjoy this.’

I gazed straight back into her eyes and said, ‘I want you to enjoy it as well.’

She slowly lowered herself back down onto me until our pubis' met and mashed together.

‘Don’t move yet, please. I want to savour this feeling.’ She lay flat out on top of me, breathing slowly as I held her in my arms.

I didn’t move but I did twitch my cock inside her. She giggled as I did so and squeezed her pussy muscles around me in response. After a few minutes, she began to softly ride me by moving her hips back and forth. Her head was thrown back and her eyes tightly closed and I knew at this point she was just using me for her pleasure.

I reached up to caress and lick her breasts and began to move gently with her rhythm. Her eyes were still closed tightly and her brow was furrowed in concentration and I wondered if she was imagining me to be her husband. In an almost telepathic response, she opened her eyes and looked down at me,

‘I’m sorry, I always loved it when John first entered me. I was just thinking of the many times we made love like this.' Her eyes held a glint of moisture that might be tears.

‘That’s OK,’ I said. ‘You feel much tighter than Alice. It is wonderful to be inside you.’

‘Make love to me Gordon, please. I need you to love me.’

Gripping Sandra’s body around her waist, we rolled as one until she was on her back and I was lying between her legs in the classic missionary position. This allowed me to stroke my cock in and out of her vagina and rain kisses down on her soft features. She was moaning softly as I gently fucked her and I could feel myself reaching that tingly moment that starts somewhere beneath the base of your cock and floods into your brain.

‘I‘m going to come, Sandra. Is it safe?’ I think the question barely registered with her as she was lost in her euphoria. ‘Is it safe?’ I asked again.

‘Yes.' she gasped. 'I'm still on the Pill.' She murmured groggily. ’I’m going to come too.’ She reached out to the side and grabbed handfuls of the comforter, ‘And it's gonna be a big one.’

Her face contorted as if in pain, but I knew it could only be with pleasure. She started lifting her hips up and into me to get the greatest depth she could with each of my thrusts. She started to groan and shake violently. My wife's orgasms were unspectacular events so I wasn’t used to my partner cumming like this. Sandra had abandoned all idea of helping me to my orgasm. She was focussed solely on the rush to her own.

'Ahh fuck… cum in me. Don’t stop. Oh god, don’t stop.’ She screamed and shook under me, then lifted her legs higher around my back and locked her ankles together behind me. She shouted in my ear, ’You’re not getting away until you give me your cum.’

I quickened the pace and the depth of my penetration. When my orgasm swept over me, I was hammering into her with animal intent. Aiming to get my seed into this female regardless of the cost or consequences. I raised myself on my arms and groaned. Four, five times I throbbed inside her, my semen shooting up into her slippery depths.

‘I can feel you shooting in me,’ she said her eyes wide open at this point. ‘I can feel it.’ Her shaking subsided slowly and she relaxed with a satisfied sigh. ‘Thank you. That was fabulous.’ She pulled me down into a kiss.

When my orgasm finally subsided, Sandra asked that I stay inside her until I went soft. We cuddled and kissed then I rolled away, my cock sliding out of her with a soft plop. It left a snail trail of cum across her thigh as we parted to lie side by side.

We turned to look at each other and just stared.

‘Thank goodness for a broken washer,’ she said with a giggle.

‘Thank goodness for underwired bras,’ I countered with a smile.

‘We should get cleaned up; my kids will be home from school soon. Will we be doing this again?’

‘I hope so,’ I said with a smile, ‘I’ve still to fit the new pump, remember?’

‘Oh yes. I’ll look forward to that. Maybe we can have a shower together. I love having sex in the shower. John fitted a big double one after we moved in.’     

‘I wonder why?’ I said, raising my eyebrows and smiling.

‘Yes, I wonder why,’ she said.