After the events of yesterday and with the prospect of more to come, I was excited and anxious for the courier to deliver the new pump for Sandra’s washer.
The previous evening my wife had inquired about what I had got up to all day. I told her about my escapades with Sandra next door, leaving out the adultery bit of course.
‘You are such a sweetheart,’ she said, giving me a peck on the cheek, ‘looking out for the lonely widow like that.’
Initially, I was worried because her tone suggested that she knew more about what had happened, but I relaxed when it became obvious that she was just teasing me about the possibility of something like that happening. Oh, the irony!
Once Alice had left for work, I finished my breakfast and tidied up. Alice’s departing comment was still ringing in my head.
‘I know you have to finish repairing her washer,’ she had called out over her shoulder as she went through the front door, ‘you never know, she might have something else for you to use your tool on.’
She climbed into her car, still laughing at her double entendre. I wondered again if she knew something.
Once the courier had delivered the new pump, I got my tools and walked around to Sandra’s side door. Knocking on the door, I stood back and waited. What I saw when she opened it was nothing short of astonishing.
I don’t know what I was expecting to see. Maybe her wearing a little makeup with her hair set in a ponytail. Dressed in something easily removed like sweatpants and t-shirt or maybe a spaghetti strap top. Instead what I saw before me was a wet dream made real.
Sandra had teased her hair out into a beautiful full sweep of lush dark waves. Her makeup was so striking and different that I swear I or her mother would have walked passed her in the street without recognition.
Her eyes were dark with eye shadow and liner and she had used false lashes. Flashes of gold and silver met my eyes as she blinked. Her face was not her natural colour but a slightly warm tint that blended nicely with the colour she had used to highlight her cheekbones. Her lipstick was the brightest and deepest crimson I have ever seen and she must have coated her lips with gloss because they shone like a freshly polished Rolls Royce. They were the sexiest lips I had ever seen. I didn’t know whether to kiss them or stick my cock between them.
I continued to take in the vision before me and I realized that the makeover didn’t end with her face and hair.
She was wearing a white sheer top with a red bra underneath. I call it a bra but it was more of a shelf that her tits sat on. It supported her fabulous breasts and barely covered the bottom part of them, allowing her nipples to be seen through the fabric of her blouse. As I stared I thought of how much I enjoyed fondling and playing with them the day before and I became excited to think I was going to do so again.
She must have rouged her nipples because, although she was aroused, their colour was deep red and very visible. In contrast to all this “glamour”, her skirt was plain black but no less sexy. Made of some stretchy material, it was merely a band around her belly and her sumptuous arse. It barely made it to mid-thigh where the edge of it kissed the lacy tops of a pair of thigh high stockings. She was wearing, what my wife calls, “fuck me pumps”. The heel must have been 4-5 inches high. Sandra tottered a little as she opened the door wider to allow me to come in. She was smiling at me and as she closed the door she finally broke into a proper laugh.
‘Well, what do you think?’
‘Jesus, Sandra. You nearly gave me a heart attack. My entire blood supply has rushed to my cock.’ I laughed with her as I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. Her lip gloss was cola-flavoured. ‘What the hell are you doing dressed like a hooker?’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘when you left yesterday I was still horny.’
I rolled my eyes at her because when I left her bed and house the day before I was knackered.
She went on, ‘So I thought I’d take care of myself. I was watching porn on the internet and one movie I saw had a plot that was very similar to what we were doing earlier. It allowed me to imagine myself in the girl’s place and rerun all the feelings I had being with you. I found a few more before I eventually felt satisfied.’ She looked at me enigmatically.
‘I have two questions then. One, was I not enough for you yesterday because you wore me out? Two, where were your kids when you were busy diddling yourself stupid?’
‘Darling,’ she said, stroking my face softly and gazing into my eyes, ’yesterday was fantastic and I enjoyed every second of our time together. You made me feel things I had forgotten how to feel. But, you lit a fire in me that hasn’t burned for a long time. To be truthful you lit some fires that even John never could. It was always going to take a lot to put those fires out. As for the kids. I had forgotten that they were going to their grandparents after school and staying overnight, so they weren’t a problem. Do you like how I’m dressed?’
I leered at her and raised my eyebrows.
‘Yes. What red-blooded straight male wouldn’t? You could cause a saint’s statue to get a hard-on.’
‘I’m only interested in getting you hard, lover. For me.’
‘Well, you should consider that a mission accomplished. Please tell me why you’re dressed like a common slut. Not that I’m complaining.’
She gave her enigmatic and extremely sexy smile again, my cock throbbed as she stared at the now very obvious lump in my trousers.
‘I wanted to have a little fun before we end up in the shower and my bed, is that okay?’
‘I’m up for anything as long as I don’t have to hurt you, even mildly, I don’t do that.’
‘Oh, I don’t want you to hurt me, although a light spanking can go a long way.’
She was teasing me. I might just have to give her gorgeous rear a slap or two just to please her.
‘The porn I watched yesterday got me so turned on that I thought today you might like to play “Slutty Housewife and the Plumber”. Does that sound like fun?’
‘You do realise that in these films the plot is largely made up as the “actors” go along.’
‘That will make the whole thing easier then, won’t it, because that’s exactly what we’ll be doing.’
‘Well I can’t argue with that,’ I said. ‘What do I have to do?’
‘You’ll have to go home for a start and change into one of your work overalls. Don’t wear any underwear. Just the overall and socks. When you come back, knock the door again and pretend we’ve never met. My husband arranged for you to call and fix the washer and you’re not expecting to find me dressed like this. Okay?’
I went home and changed into my overalls as requested. As I was leaving my bedroom I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror on the wall. Looking myself in the eye I thought, what are you doing. If Alice catches you then your marriage is done. The devil on the other shoulder then said, ‘Yeah, but you’ll have been laid.’ I brushed off my hesitation, thinking only of the wet pussy next door.
I went back and knocked on Sandra’s door. Not knowing what was going to happen next.
‘Oh, hello,’ she said brightly as she opened the door, ‘you must be the plumber. My husband said he’d asked someone to call and fix the washer. Please come in.’ She stood back as she had before but this time she didn’t move quite as far inside. It meant that I had to press up against her as I entered the utility room. As I passed she pressed her arse up against me and gave the tiniest of wiggles. She was facing away from me so I couldn’t see her smiling but I knew she was because I heard her giggle. She was enjoying this, and so was I.
‘What seems to be the problem?’ I asked.
‘A friend thinks it is the pump or something,’ she said, ‘but I didn’t understand what he was talking about. To be honest when he was round looking at it…. Well, he’s so good looking that I was a bit distracted, so I wasn’t listening.’ Her eyes were twinkling as she said this and I could tell she was getting into her character, and loving it. She stood in front of me and the smell of her perfume, heavy and musky, wafted over and around me like a warm breeze. ’He was wearing overalls like this,’ she reached out and rubbed the back of her hand over my bare chest where my overalls didn’t quite close. ‘He wasn’t as hairy as you, though. I like a hairy chest. It tickles.’ She giggled again.
If I could bottle that sound then there would be no need for Viagra in the world.
Sandra turned away sharply and she walked to the end of the utility where the washer stood ready to be worked on. Her heels clicked sharply on the floor tiles. Another sound that should be bottled. She leaned back against the washer as a hooker might lean on a lamppost.
‘Will the spin still work? I do hope so. I love it at fast spin. I could sit on it for hours.’
She left me in no doubt what she meant. My cock twitched. I wanted to ravish her there and then. To just peel that tight black skirt up over her arse and do her doggy style right there on the floor.
As she walked across the room her skirt had crept up her behind slightly and I was treated to a flash of bare skin above her stocking tops with every step. I realised that I didn’t know if she was wearing anything under her skirt. If she was it must have been tiny. I looked forward to finding out.
‘Your husband said you were getting a spare pump sent by courier, has it arrived?’
‘Yes, it arrived just before you. The delivery guy was dishy as well, really sexy.’
I wondered what the hell Sandra was on and if I could have some. She was becoming more and more sultry. She stepped away from the washer to let me work on it.
‘Will it take long? I’ve got to have a shower. I have a friend coming round later.’
She emphasized the word “coming”.
‘It will take me about an hour to fit the pump and test the machine,’ I answered.
I opened my toolbox and removed what I needed. Sandra hunkered down beside me. She positioned herself alongside with her knees right in my eye line. She held her knees together until she saw I was looking in the right direction then she slowly opened her legs as she peered into my toolbox.
‘Do you have a favourite tool? Is it a big one? What colour is it?’ the questions came thick and fast. I couldn’t answer her because I had discovered what she was wearing beneath her skirt. Fucking nothing and she was shaved completely smooth. I could have sworn she had a little landing strip yesterday.
Picking up my screwdriver she said, ‘I don’t know if I could handle a tool this size, my hands are too small. I’ll bet you know how to use it though, don’t you?’
She handed the driver to me and I went to work. I was so worked up by this point that I nearly forgot what I was there to do. At one point I had to lie on the floor to reach an awkward hose connection and tighten the clip. Sandra took the chance to step over me, ostensibly to reach something at the rear of the counter. She said something which made me look up which was, of course, the whole idea. I could see straight up her skirt. I could clearly see her pussy and how shiny with wetness it was. The inside of her thighs was slick with her juices and she was dripping out. She stepped back and giggled again.
‘Oooops. You must have got a real flash there Mr Plumber, sorry.’
I thought it was time I became a little more proactive in this game.
‘Nothing I haven’t seen before, Mrs,’ I said. ‘ You’d be surprised how many lonely frustrated wives flirt with me on jobs.’
‘Do you ever flirt back?’
‘Not usually, but there has been the odd occasion when I just can’t help myself.’
‘Well, I’m kinda hoping that you might help yourself today.’
That was it. The washer was fixed and the testing could wait because right now I couldn’t.
I stood up, took hold of her, arms held tightly at her sides. The look on her face told me she couldn’t tell if we were still playing or not. I looked her in the face and with the tiniest level of threat in my voice said,
‘Listen. I come here to do a job. You open the door dressed like that. Then you speak in a voice that could give every male in earshot a hardon, then you tell me to help myself. Well, that’s just what I’m going to do.’
I crushed my lips to hers and kissed her hard and fast. Sandra struggled in my grasp as I continued to kiss her, her lipstick was lubricating our passion and soon it was smeared all over her face and mine.
It tasted delicious.
She continued to struggle against me then she started to shake and pant. Oh my god, she was having an orgasm whilst I held her. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me back with increasing ferocity. This went on for a few seconds then she went limp in my arms and we both slid to the floor. Her heels screeching as they scraped on the tiles. We finished in a heap with her mini skirt high enough up her thighs that I could see her shiny wet pussy winking at me.
She opened her eyes and stared.
‘Jeeesus Christ, how did you do that? I nearly fainted.’
‘I think you did, at least for a few seconds.’
‘I came and you barely touched me. I squirted down my legs, oh my god. I’m still trembling. What the hell have you done to me?’
I smiled and laughed, ‘You give me too much credit. I think you’ve been building to that orgasm since yesterday. That was incredible.’
We lay together for a few moments. Sandra getting her head back together. Me wondering just how I had got to this point with this amazing woman. I was a little in awe of her. She looked so very “Mumsy” on the outside but in the space of a couple of days, she had shown me her sexy side with a hit of an exhibitionist. Now she showed just how sexual she was by having an orgasm just by my suggesting she might be about to be raped. It was a powerful attraction, not raping her of course, just that she was so attuned to her body and her needs that she could be both these women at the same time. I realised that although I was having fun with one of these women, I was falling for them both. I remembered what she said about my “relighting her fire”. I thought I could be walking into an inferno. That was scary.
Sandra moved to get up but found it difficult in the high heels she was wearing. So I moved around and stood to hold out my hand to help her. She faced me as she stood and she hung her arms around my neck. I could see by her smile that the slutty housewife had returned.
‘Phew, Mr Plumber you smell all sweaty. You have been working hard. You could have a shower here if you like. I can’t send you home smelling like that can I?’
‘You’re right,’ I replied. ‘I hate going home in a mess.’
‘Good, I’ll go and get some towels for you.’
She turned and swayed away tugging the hem of her skirt down as it crept up her arse, the stocking top fleshy band interface winking at me again. The sight of her arse under the skirt as she climbed the stairs was breathtaking. The globes of her bum alternately bulging as that leg took her weight then softening as she moved her weight to the other leg. If you put her on a treadmill and just filmed her behind as she walked along wearing that skirt it would sell millions.
‘Leave your overalls down there,’ she called ‘it’s too smelly to bring up here.’
I stripped out of my overalls which, of course, left me naked. Taking off my shoes and socks completed the job. I ascended the stairs with my very erect penis bouncing in front of me. I could feel my excitement in my skin, which was flushed red and hear my heartbeat rushing in my ears. Sandra and I had been together the day before but I felt that the woman upstairs was a completely different animal and I didn’t know what to expect.
Sandra was still dressed when I reached the shower room. She didn’t react to my being nude but handed me a couple of towels with a bottle of shower gel balanced precariously on top.
‘The controls are easy to work, adjust the heat for yourself.’ As she turned to leave she gave me a soft slap on the arse and in response to the disappointment she saw in my face whispered, ‘Time to stop playing around, I’ll join you in a moment, lover.’ She wiggled out the door. I’ll never get tired of looking at that woman from behind.
The shower was hot and steamy, and I hoped, about to get hotter and steamier.
I stepped into the shower. The stall was large. Big enough to accommodate two people easily, four if you were good friends. I began to soap myself up with shower gel and a sponge shaped like a penguin. I had my eyes closed when I felt someone take it from my hand.
‘I see you found Mr Pengu,’ said Sandra, ‘I’ll take over from here.’
Standing behind me she started soaping me down from my shoulders, stroking me with the sponge letting the soapy foam run down my back and off over my bum. Her movements became slower and then she dropped the sponge.
‘Now for my speciality, we won’t need Mr Pengu for this.’ She stepped right up behind me and I could feel her breasts press against the middle of my back. She then started to move sensuously behind me rubbing her breasts and thighs against every part of my skin she could reach. I couldn’t see what she was doing but boy, could I feel it. I closed my eyes and saw her doing this naked lapdance except she was behind me. She wiggled down my body until her face was at the level of my bottom. She gave me a light spank and then she bit me, quite hard. I wasn’t expecting that but the sensation travelled through from my arse right to the head of my cock. I thought I was going to lose it right there and spurt cum all over the wall tiles but somehow I managed not to.
She giggled and bit me again. As she did, she picked the sponge up and swept it between my arse cheeks, I could feel the soapy foam around my hole. I started to laugh because I thought that I’d never had a penguin up my arse before. I wondered about where she was going and if she would go that far. I found out when she dropped the sponge again and reached back with her hand. Oh god, she’s going in there I thought. Now I enjoy a little light arsehole stimulation. My wife thinks I’m weird but she is willing to try it on occasion, a very special occasion, which doesn’t come around very often. Sandra’s fingers were playing with my hole and dipping inside a little. I encouraged her by pushing back on her hand.
‘Oh, we like that do we?’ She pushed her finger in deeper. ‘John liked me to stroke the thing that men have up there, do you?’
‘Yes,’ I gasped ‘but if you make me come then I’ll be useless for a while.’
‘You did remember to take a pill?’ Sandra asked.
‘Yes, but they’re not magic, you still need to recover. But I’ll remind you about it later.’ She removed her finger and hand when I said this. I was left with my arse throbbing and tingling. She grasped my member and stroked it, the soapy gel lubricating her motion. While she did this her other hand glided over my ass, her fingers occasionally slipping between my cheeks. She stooped and took my cock into her mouth. Her wet hair sticking in strands to my belly and thighs. Her tongue was doing orbits around my cock head and the sensitive skin of my glans. My legs began to shake and I felt that I might collapse to the floor if she continued. She sensed my imminent release and let go of my cock and it slid from her mouth. She stood and kissed me again. This woman was a magnificent creature, and here I was fucking her!
‘Can I wash you now?’ I asked because I couldn’t wait any longer to let my hands roam all over Sandra’s voluptuous body.
‘Yes please, but don’t use Pengu. I prefer your hands and any other part of your body you like.
I squirted gel into my hand and started to soap Sandra down. I started at her shoulders with her facing me. She stood with her arms at her sides and just let my hands roam freely. She moaned softly when I massaged her breasts, concentrating on her nipples. Remembering how sensitive I had found them to be when I played with them yesterday. I leaned in and kissed them. When I did she shivered and grasped my head to her bosom. My god, I thought, this woman cums so easily.
Sweeping my hands down her front and getting to my knees in front of her, I soaped her legs and belly, reaching around to cover her thighs. The back of the legs is an erogenous zone so I concentrated very light touches here. Scraping my fingernails down from the bottom of the globes of her arse to her knees. After a few minutes of this, she was panting and shivering constantly. Her hands gripping my shoulders and taking her weight. She was whimpering and moaning words that I couldn’t hear above the sound of the shower but I think that she was having one continuous, light orgasm.
When I stopped and stood up (my knees were hurting), she grabbed me and drew me in for a long passionate tongue lashing kiss. I broke free from her kiss and spun her around roughly, pushing her to bend over and support herself with her hands on the tiled wall of the shower. I held her hips close to me, rubbing my erection up and down the soapy crack of her ass.
Pulling away, still holding her hips, she was forced to bend lower and arch her back. I think she thought I was going to enter her from behind but I wasn’t finished using my mouth and tongue yet. Once she was in position, the warm water flowing over her back and ass, I kneeled behind her and attacked her rosebud with my tongue. I could hear her gasp and sigh even over the noise of the water cascading over both of us. I licked and penetrated her ass with my tongue. This was a new area of oral love for me. Sandra wasn’t the only one to watch internet porn, and learn from it. Her shaving had been a little less meticulous back there but the feeling of the stubble against my tongue served to remind me what I was licking and was a true aphrodisiac. I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused as I licked and probed.
I had moved my right hand around Sandra’s body and I was playing with her clit, which, was aroused and swollen. I was treating it like a mini penis and was stroking it between my thumb and forefinger. Sandra made constant mini jerks away from my fingers which only made her push back on my now insistent tongue. After a few minutes of this onslaught, she cried out as she had an enormous orgasm. Shaking and trembling as she stayed bent over under the warm water.
‘Enough, oohh enough. No more, please. It’s too much.’ She suddenly stood up and turned to face me. ‘Did your Chinese whore teach you that as well?’
She looked almost angry with me.
‘No,’ I answered. ‘In the ass licking skills department I am entirely self-taught.’ I said it with a grin hoping to make light of my words. ‘Why? was it too much?' I must have looked worried or contrite to her.
‘God, no, but you seem to play this game with every club you’ve got in your bag.
‘But you deserve it. You’re worth it.’ She peered at me through the water streaming down her face. I thought I detected a slight feeling of puzzlement or concern.
‘Let’s continue this in the bedroom. I need you to fuck me after that.’
