Amber was looking forward to a weekend with her feet up and binge-watching more episodes of “Euphoria” with her husband, Paul. They had been married twelve years, and it was still just the two of them, no kids. After a period of sadness, they were now in a much better place emotionally after they had learned a few years ago that Amber was unable to get pregnant. They had accepted the fact and were content to spoil their nieces and nephews instead.

It had been an expensive month. One of their vehicle registrations was due earlier, and in California, middle-class folks like them would need a vault filled with gold in order to afford it! Paul drove to the Bay Area for work last week and hadn’t been reimbursed for gas yet. And of all the times, Amber’s car needed a new alternator! On top of that, her day at the architecture firm where she worked was a rough one. The weekend couldn’t have come fast enough!

Walking into her kitchen from the garage, she let out a sigh as she tossed her keys in the dish. Looking at her kitchen sink, she grimaced at the pile of dirty dishes she saw. She decided that would wait until tomorrow!

As she dragged her feet to the living room to watch cable news until Paul got home, her heart hit the floor when she saw a large puddle of water covering half of her living room floor. Rushing over to it with her mouth gaping, she stopped at the water’s edge and looked up at the ceiling. She saw the source: about two drops every second coming from the center of a sagging spot. Something upstairs was leaking down through the floor and into her living room!

Tears of despair and anger welled up in her eyes just as she heard the kitchen door close. It was Paul.

“Paul! Come in here—quickly!” she called, her voice shaking.

Paul rushed in to see what was causing his wife such distress and had a similar first reaction.

“What in the…” he trailed off as his gaze went to the leaking ceiling.

“What is causing this?” Amber asked with urgency.

“Something upstairs,” he answered. “Let’s go see.”

Paul led the way as they rushed up their stairs, slowing only to orient themselves and determine which room was directly above the living room. They were relieved their upstairs floor seemed dry. 

Their detective walk led them to their guest bathroom. It was a place they rarely visited in their four-bedroom, three-bathroom house. Their eyes looked at the toilet, which seemed to be running, and there was a small puddle below the tank.

Paul sighed. “Well, there’s your culprit. A leaking old toilet!”

“Shit!” Amber exclaimed. Paul looked at her, as profanity was rare from her wholesome lips.

As if to explain her choice of words, Amber said, “I mean, really! We cannot afford another major expense this month!”

“Honey, this is why we pay for homeowners' insurance,” Paul said reassuringly. “I’m sure it’ll be covered.”

Paul pulled out his phone and called their insurance company to file a claim. Since it was after business hours, he left a detailed message explaining the situation.

They spent the rest of their evening turning off the water to the house, taking photos, and mopping up the mess downstairs.

Exhausted, they went to bed. So much for her relaxing evening, Amber thought as she dozed off around midnight.

Amber tossed and turned all night. Paul seemed to be in a deep slumber, quietly snoring occasionally, but that wasn’t what was keeping his wife awake. It was the anxiety about the potential costs for these repairs, and their already-strained finances.

As the sun crested above their backyard fence that Saturday morning, Amber decided it was time to get up. She was intentionally not quiet as she got herself ready, hoping perhaps Paul would stir and start helping her with all that needed to be done today.

And he did wake up. She smiled sweetly at him, so as to better hide her true intentions with the noises she used to wake him. Her smile also reflected her relief that he was awake.

“Good morning,” Paul said groggily, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in their bed.

“Morning,” she said with a forced cheerful tone. “Can you please call a plumber to come out and stop the leak, so we can turn our water back on?”

“Yes,” Paul answered groggily. “I work with a guy whose brother owns his own plumbing business. I’ll get his number and call him.”

“That’s great,” she said, smiling more genuinely this time. Then she added, “And I was hoping we could do some shopping for a new toilet today. I suspect it won’t be covered, but I’d still like a new one, so this doesn’t happen again soon,” she continued.

“Sure thing,” Paul replied, setting his feet on the floor and standing.

Amber then sat in her living room and researched plumbing outlets in their area on her phone. She thought they might get a better deal that way than to go to a typical big-box home improvement store.

“Here’s one,” she called out to Paul, who was making breakfast in the kitchen. “It’s called ‘BJ’s Pipe & Plumbing.’ It’s in Clovis.” Since they lived in Fresno, that was barely a ten-mile drive that they made all the time. “Can we go over there after breakfast?”

“Sure,” Paul answered, though not with much enthusiasm.

During their breakfast of eggs and bacon, they were surprised that their insurance agent called on a Saturday. He introduced himself as Andre and asked several questions. He also had Amber email him the photos she took of the ceiling, the flooded floor before she’d mopped, and the wet floor around the upstairs guest bathroom toilet. They arranged an appointment on Monday for the inspector to come out and take a look at those damaged areas. Paul said he could take Monday off.

Paul called his co-worker Justin to get the plumber’s number, then called the plumber, Ray. Ray answered the call and said that because Paul knew Justin, he would come out in about an hour.

Amber was thrilled to have a quick turnaround and held off on reserving a motel room for the weekend. 

Ray arrived in about thirty-five minutes and immediately went to work, cutting off the water supply to just that toilet, turning it back on for the rest of the house, and giving Paul his business card if they wanted his services for the eventual new toilet installation. Amber and Paul were very grateful he waived any fee for his work since it was relatively easy and because of his connection to his brother, and he was out the door in just around half an hour.

Next, Amber and Paul got into their car and headed to the plumbing outlet in Clovis. They arrived at the large warehouse building in the industrial part of the town and walked into the large entrance.

The warehouse was filled with aisle after aisle of old wooden shelves and peg racks with plumbing supplies loosely arranged by type. Some of the parts looked like they had been on the shelves for over a decade, their clear plastic coverings covered with a layer of dust!

They made their way to the customer service area in the center of the giant space, with four countertops arranged in a square.

A tall, moderately handsome middle-aged man with graying red hair, holding a clipboard, glanced their way as they approached the counter and smiled at them, his eyes looking over the rims of his glasses as he seemed to take in the sight of Amber. She noticed his lingering gaze and smiled politely at him. 

Just then, a younger man who looked to be in his twenties sprinted to the square and stood before them. He, too, seemed to enjoy looking at Amber, smiling and nodding at her and barely noticing Paul before introducing himself as “Ryan” and asking, “How can I help you fine folks today?”

Paul explained their situation and said they needed a new toilet with certain specifications. Ryan looked at his computer monitor in front of him as he typed some words and moved the mouse on top of the counter. Amber turned a slight shade of pink when she noticed the mousepad had an image of a young bikini-clad blonde posing seductively in a tropical setting.

“So that’s the kind of place this is,” Amber thought to herself. “A good ol’ boys shop.” Looking away from the mousepad, she again saw the older man looking at her, still smiling. She smiled back and then cozied up to Paul.

“Okay,” Ryan said finally, still looking at his monitor. “I have some options for you.” Then he spun the monitor around so they could see the list of toilets, prices, and graphic representations of what they looked like.

Paul and Ryan went over the features and pros and cons of each model before settling on one that would meet their needs perfectly. The other options just wouldn’t work for various reasons. 

Ryan said it would need to be ordered since it was a unique model, but that it should be delivered to their shop in a couple of days. They paid the $625 on a credit card, and Ryan said he’d call them when it was in. 

Finally, the older man sauntered over and introduced himself as Bill Johnson, the owner of the outlet. Again, Amber felt that Bill was putting out vibes that he found her attractive, and a part of her was flattered. Even though she was only 38, she just hadn’t thought much about how other men saw her lately. She was happily married to Paul, and despite their current financial woes, she was with him for the long haul. So, she had never even thought about being flirty with other men.

When they left, Amber asked Paul if he felt any kind of testosterone-charged atmosphere. She smiled and shook her head when he asked what she was talking about, then rolled her eyes at his oblivious reaction when she pointed out Bill’s and Ryan’s lingering gazes and the girl on the mousepad.

On Monday, Paul stayed home from work to meet the inspector, who had called ahead of time and identified himself as Micah. After arriving, he chatted with Paul, taking photos and notes, and predicted that they should be hearing from their insurance company by the end of the day. And within a couple of hours after the inspector left, Paul did receive the call from Andre.

Andre informed Paul that the damaged floors and ceiling would be covered, but not the plumbing. Andre said they would send out a team to do all the home repairs, minus the plumbing, in just over a week. Paul agreed to it all and thanked Andre for the call.

Amber called him from her office to get an update. Paul explained the news, and Amber sighed in disappointment, wishing that everything would be covered because of their current financial strains. But Paul reminded her that the cost of fixing the ceiling and replacing the flooring was exorbitant, and he reassured her that they would cut corners where they could. He knew that they would land on their feet. Amber appreciated his positive outlook, even if she was skeptical.

Later that afternoon, Paul also received a call from Bill at the plumbing outlet. Bill apologized that their toilet was on backorder. His new estimate was that it would be in stock by the end of the week. Paul expressed his disappointment, stating he understood it was out of Bill’s control, but that he was going to be flying out of state on business next Monday and he didn’t want Amber to have to deal with it. Bill said he understood and believed the toilet would probably be in by Thursday. Paul accepted that news with gratitude and hung up.

When Amber got home, Paul updated her on the toilet situation. “It’ll be close,” he said, “but Bill believes it’ll be in by Thursday.”

“I sure hope so,” Amber responded with a concerned tone.

When they didn’t hear from Bill by the end of the day Thursday, Paul called him. 

“I’m sorry, I was going to call you,” he said. “The toilet is still on backorder. I can pretty much guarantee it will be in on Tuesday.”

“I will be away on my trip on Tuesday,” Paul said with a strained voice.

“I know. I’m really sorry for the delay,” Bill replied. “Tell you what: Let me take some of the cost away, and we’ll hold onto it for you until you get back. How does that sound?”

“I’d appreciate that,” Paul answered. “Amber would still like to know when it is in, though, so here is her number.” Paul rattled off her mobile number as Bill wrote it down. “We’ll let her know when it comes in,” he said before ending the call.

Early the next Monday morning, Paul kissed Amber goodbye as he took an Uber for a two-plus-hour drive to the Sacramento International Airport for his flight to Denver, where he would be for the next five days.

That afternoon, while still at work, Amber got a call from Bill. 

“Mrs. Carson! Bill Johnson from BJ Plumbing here,” he said with a loud, cheerful tone. “I’m happy to tell you your toilet is finally here!”

Amber was so happy to hear that it had finally arrived that she wanted to go snatch it up like a treasure that could be lost, despite Bill’s promise to her husband to hold on to it until Paul was back from his trip.

“Oh, that’s fantastic!” she beamed. “How late are you guys open?”

“I’ll be here until six o’clock,” he said.

Looking at the clock in her office that read “5:27,” and considering she would need to run home to pick up Paul’s SUV, then make the roughly ten-mile drive to Clovis, she said, “I think I can make that, but it’ll be tight!”

“I can do ‘tight,’” Bill laughed. “Under the circumstances, I’ll be happy to hang out here and wait.”

“Thank you so much,” Amber replied, then ended the call. She gathered her purse quickly and was downstairs and out the building doors in a flash.

Once she was home, Amber quickly changed into a T-shirt and leggings, grabbed the keys to their SUV, and hit the road again to head to the warehouse. She glanced at her watch: it was 5:49.

Amber was grateful that the traffic was unusually light on the 99 Freeway, and once on surface streets, traffic lights were mostly green, getting her to the warehouse in record time! Pulling into a parking space in the mostly empty lot, she glanced at her clock on the display screen—6:04!

Not bothering to lock her SUV, Amber grabbed her purse and rushed inside. The scent of the aging, dusty wood shelves and gleaming chrome filled her senses. She immediately saw Bill standing next to the door, pulling the chain to the neon “Open” sign so that it was off, and turning the hanging plastic sign to “Closed.”

“Mrs. Carson!” he called out, smiling. She suddenly recalled her anxious feelings as she caught his eyes roving up and down her body as he locked the glass doors she had just walked through, not even attempting to hide it. She remembered how Bill and the other men had done that the last time she had come in with Paul.

They made light conversation about her workday as he invited her to the counter in the center of the sprawling warehouse, just a couple of steps behind her. She could feel his eyes on her backside and suddenly regretted wearing leggings. Bill then walked to the opposite side of the counter, facing her.

“Amber—may I call you that?—I am so very sorry for the delay in getting this toilet to you,” he said sincerely. “Honestly, we had no idea this was on backorder when we sold it to you.”

“I understand, and it’s fine,” she responded with a forgiving tone. 

“Now…” she hesitated. “You… mentioned a possible discount for our trouble?”

Bill took a deep breath. “Yes,” he began. “Your toilet cost $625, which you’ve already paid.”

“Right,” Amber interjected.

Bill took another deep breath. Amber could sense that he was nervous, which puzzled her.

After a few awkward moments of silence, he finally continued, “What if I told you I could refund five hundred dollars, in cash, if…” His voice trailed off as he leaned forward and looked deeply into her eyes.

Again, another awkward silence.

“‘If’ what, Bill?” Amber chuckled.

“If…” he paused again. “Look,” he changed his approach. “It’s probably obvious that I find you very attractive.”

Amber rolled her eyes as she felt her cheeks blush.

Bill continued, more confident now. “I could give you five hundred dollars cash if you’d… let me…”

Again, Bill changed his approach, even though Amber already knew where this was going, and she was already thinking about her response.

“Look, I don’t know how you feel about this sort of thing, but I was just thinking that… since your husband is out of town…”

And there it was. Amber’s heart raced, suddenly feeling uneasy and not knowing how she was going to react.

Her eventual response surprised her.

“And you would give me five hundred dollars cash,” she clarified.

The fact that she’d said that instead of awkwardly turning him down outright gave her a shudder of anxiety. What am I thinking, she wondered.

“I can show you the cash right now,” Bill grinned, realizing she understood and would not make him come right out and ask her point blank.

“That’s okay, I believe you,” she replied with a breathy, nervous laugh. “Where would we…?” she started, assuming he would take her to his house, or maybe a motel.

“Well, in the interest of time,” Bill began. “I mean, I know it’s not very romantic, but… how about my office? There’s a couch in there.”

Amber stared at him for several moments, glancing down at his left ring finger, seeing a gold band. He was married. She couldn’t help but look at hers, the symbol of her own matrimony and the promise of fidelity it represented. 

Still, she couldn’t just dismiss the offer outright.

“That’s almost the entire cost of the toilet,” she thought to herself. “Paul will never know, and this terrible month has left us strapped,” were the thoughts that raced through her head. 

She also knew she could walk away right now, and just let the payment stand, take her toilet home, and be done with the whole ordeal.

Amber also considered the gravity of the act of cheating on Paul—something she’d never done before. 

The final consideration was her neutral attraction to Bill. That wasn’t much of a temptation, but in the heat of the moment, she considered that his rugged, average, fit appearance was “good enough” under the circumstances. 

She made her rash decision before talking herself out of it and losing the five hundred dollars.

“O-okay,” she stammered timidly.

Bill’s face expressed utter relief and delight!

Then he walked around the counter and stepped toward her until he was right in front of her.

“May I…?” he asked quietly as he removed his glasses, set them on the counter, and moved his face closer to hers.

Amber only nodded, and Bill touched her lips with his, gently at first, then more passionately. Their mouths opened and tongues swirled as Bill put his hands around Amber’s waist and pulled her in close. The simple act was already arousing Amber as she felt her pulse quicken and a tingling between her legs.

Soon, Amber’s arms were crossed around Bill’s neck as his hands slid up her sides and squeezed her covered breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as their tongues continued their slippery dance.

With her eyes closed, Amber felt Bill’s hands slide back down her torso, stopping at her full ass. He began kneading her spongy flesh, then sliding his fingers along her covered crack.

Amber was on fire! A part of her consciousness observed her situation like a curious witness, marveling at how just a few minutes prior, she was not attracted to this man, nor expected such an encounter. Yet here she was, behaving like a teenager discovering sex for the first time, starving for his touch, and new thoughts of carnality racing through her mind.

She sank down into a squat, quickly unfastening Bill’s belt and jeans, pulling the fly open, tugging the waistband of his cotton boxer briefs down, and watching as his thick manmeat was exposed to her for the first time.

Amber reached for it, circling her fingers around its warmth, watching it harden before her very eyes.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Bill quietly encouraged her. “It’s all yours.”

Amber instinctively leaned forward and began kissing the bulbous head of his now rock-hard cock, her hand still wrapped around it, squeezing it slightly.

She hesitated mentally while she continued kissing and teasing his shaft. She normally had no desire to do this to Paul, even though he sometimes asked her for it. But why, she wondered, did she want to please this almost stranger in this way? She didn’t understand it, but pushed the thought aside and opened her watering mouth, sliding it over his warm, stiff manhood.

“Oh, God!” Bill said, his voice shaking. “That feels so fucking good!”

“Mm,” Amber unconsciously moaned around his cock as she slid her mouth back and forth along its length.

“Fuck!” Bill cried out as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Amber felt his hands wrap around her head and she began to bob her head more rapidly, like some of the girls she’d seen in porn with her husband. She suddenly felt like she was one of them!

“Ah, God, I’m gonna cum!” Bill groaned.

Before Amber had any time to react to his warning, she felt a powerful jet of warm fluid hit the back of her throat. Her eyes widened at the sensation and gagged as she pulled away, then closed her eyes to protect them when she felt additional spurts hit her lips, nose, and cheek. 

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Bill slowly stroking himself, as another glob of milky fluid dripped from the tip onto the polished cement floor.

Looking down at the beautiful woman below him, he saw his cum dripping down her face as she looked up at him. He reached over and stroked her head.

“Well,” she finally chuckled, “you’ve made a mess on me.”

“Hold on,” Bill said as he walked back behind the counter, reached down under it, and presented a box of tissues. He offered it to her.

Amber stood and pulled a couple of tissues from the box, dabbing at her face. Bill also assisted her with spots she had missed.

“Will you let me return the favor?” Bill asked, looking into Amber’s hazel eyes with a smirk.

“Um, that… that’s not necessary,” she mildly declined. But in her head, she could not deny the release her pussy needed! 

“Come on,” he insisted. “I love eating pussy, and… I’m told I’m pretty good at it,” he said carefully, not wanting to make any further reference to his wife. “We can go into my office, and we’ll both leave here happy tonight.”

He gestured toward the back of the warehouse and led her there, to a modular office with an open door. It was dark in this part of the warehouse as the sun had dipped below the horizon and the overhead lights were not on in this section.

Amber stepped inside first as Bill flipped the light switch, activating overhead fluorescent lights that flickered as they came on. Amber saw a small space with a desk covered with scattered papers, a bookshelf with plumbing catalogs, and a small black leather couch across from the desk.

Bill moved closer to her, his pants still open and his cock still dangling out. The absurd sight made Amber giggle as Bill wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Oh, that sight amuses you, does it?” he smiled before moving in to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and answered, “Yeah. So ‘sexy,’” she teased.

“Mm, well, I’m looking at the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he purred as he continued kissing her.

As before, their kisses grew more passionate, and once again, Bill’s hands slid down to her butt. But this time, he slid them beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties, feeling her naked ass and running his fingers between the crack.

Bill pulled away and crouched in front of Amber, his fingers hooked on the sides of her leggings, pulling them down, exposing her plain cotton bikini briefs. Then he tugged those down and stared at her pussy, clearly untrimmed today, but also apparently regularly groomed.

“Mm,” Bill murmured. “So pretty.” He leaned forward, kissing her pubic hair.

Amber stepped out of the leggings and panties at her ankles as Bill told her to lie back on the couch.

She did, feeling slightly uncertain and self-conscious about what was going to take place in the next few seconds.

Bill climbed onto the couch between her legs and lowered his face to her sex. He spent a few seconds pressing his nose into her folds and inhaling her feminine scent before kissing the tender and sensitive flesh.

Amber closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure between her legs. She felt Bill’s tongue begin to explore her innermost regions. 

As she began to take deep breaths, she could tell Bill had experience with cunnilingus, as he’d indicated. He used his nose, lips, and tongue to stimulate the right spots, and she could already feel an orgasm beginning to build deep inside her core.

A sigh escaped her lips in response to Bill’s work. She felt his fingers slipping inside her very wet opening, causing her to shudder.

Amber sighed in response. 

“You like this?” Bill asked, almost rhetorically.

“Oh, yes, that feels good,” she sighed.

Bill intensified his oral assault, flicking his tongue harder on her clit. Amber opened her legs wider, bending her knees and resting her feet on his shoulders.

When she began grinding her hips, Bill knew she was getting close.

Amber’s moans became more bold as she reacted to the sensations Bill was giving her.

Soon, her body stiffened, and her breath hitched as an orgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she cried out from the intensity.

Bill slowed down and eventually pulled away, stroking her exposed stomach as he laid his head against her thigh, staring at her glistening pussy. He could feel that he was hard again, and he had a brief thought of gratitude for the new ED meds his doctor had recently prescribed him. Now, he wanted to feel this married pussy wrapped around his steel-hard cock!

His fly still open, without pulling his pants down, he climbed up over Amber.

“More?” she smiled, actually surprised a man his age had already recovered from his own orgasm a few minutes ago.

“I need to fuck you,” he said with an urgent tone. “Will you please let me?”

She began to say “Okay,” but before the second syllable was even out of her lips, she felt Bill’s warm, hard cock slide between her folds.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise at the pleasurable sensation of being filled.

“Fuck yeah,” was all Bill growled as he began thrusting into her.

Because he had already climaxed a few minutes ago, Bill was able to plow into Amber longer than he normally would have lasted. 

Amber was amazed at Bill’s stamina, and she could feel another orgasm building.

Bill’s thrusts became more aggressive, his pace increasing exponentially. The sensations were becoming very intense for Amber, and she suddenly felt like she was filling up with a flood that was about to burst.

Strangely, Amber suddenly felt like she had to pee! But Bill was not letting up. How much longer would he go? Could she hold it, she wondered.

At the same time, her orgasm was just moments away.

And then it happened. She cried out loud as her vagina clamped tight around Bill’s cock and… her ass felt soaking wet with warm fluid that felt just like urine! Had she had an accident? Just then, Bill injected Amber with his seed with a loud groan.

Amber felt totally spent and satiated, yet was very embarrassed that she had peed during her orgasm.

As Bill looked deep into her eyes, she finally broached the humiliating subject. 

“Um… I think I peed. I’m so sorry!”

Bill laughed. “Baby, you didn’t really ‘pee.’ You squirted!”

“What?” she asked.

“It’s a natural response some women have during an intense orgasm,” he explained. “It’s not quite piss. Something more diluted.”

She felt him pull out of her as he continued. “I don’t know how it works, exactly, but if you research it, you’ll find it’s very real.”

“Oh my God, I have never heard of that,” she admitted as she sat up and looked at the wet mess on the couch.

“I’m just proud I did that to you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll clean it up,” she said, still a little embarrassed.

“We’ll do it together,” Bill said kindly. 

“Okay,” she said. “Where is your bathroom?”

“Right out the door and to the left,” he answered.

He smiled as he watched Amber’s naked ass jiggle while she picked up her clothes and walked out his office door.

By the time Amber returned, fully dressed again and holding a stack of paper towels in her hand, Bill had already used a rag to mop up the fluid from the couch.

“Oh, thank you,” Amber reacted with an apologetic tone for not being present to assist him.

Bill took the paper towels from her and used them to dry up what remained.

“No problem. We plumbers know how to clean up leaks,” he chuckled.

“And causing them, apparently,” Amber joked. Bill laughed at that.

He finished wiping up the leather, and it looked like nothing had even happened on it.

“Well,” he began as he stood. “That was fun.”

“Yeah,” Amber nodded. “I didn’t know I could… ‘squirt’ like that,” she added sheepishly.

“Ah, don’t be embarrassed, darlin’,” he answered with a slight drawl. “It was beautiful.”

Amber took a deep breath and nodded as she collected her panties and leggings, putting them on and slipping her feet back into her shoes.

“Well, let me take care of business and get you back on the road,” Bill said after an awkward silence.

Bill pulled out a small black metal box from a drawer in his desk, opened it, and counted out five $100 bills, handing them to Amber.

“I guess I didn’t realize how strange this transaction would seem,” Amber said as she took the bills. 

“Oh! Like a whore,” Bill chuckled. “I didn’t think of it that way,” he assured her.

“I know,” Amber said quietly, but the feeling was still there.

They walked to another part of the warehouse, where Bill put the two boxes containing the parts of her new toilet onto a dolly. He wheeled it out to her SUV and lifted it himself into the back.

Looking awkwardly at each other, Amber finally moved in for a hug.

“Thank you,” she said warmly. “For the discount.”

“Thank you for accepting it,” Bill responded with a wink and a smirk.

She got into the driver’s seat, and Bill stood there, watching her drive away.

On the drive home, Amber stopped by their bank and deposited the cash into an ATM. 

When Amber got home, she left the toilet in the back of the SUV. Paul would take it into the house in a few days when he returned. 

During a quiet bath, Amber reflected on all that had transpired that evening. She did feel guilty for cheating on Paul. But she knew there would be zero consequences, and the money was really going to help them afford this whole ordeal.

Then she pondered: what was this “squirting” she experienced? Was it real? Or was Bill just making it up to make her feel better? She opened her phone and typed the topic into a search engine. Her mouth dropped as she was fed videos of the very real phenomenon.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART TWO