I know there are thousands of ‘plumber and housewife’ stories out there, but this is my story, and I think it’s worth reading.

My husband, Jack, had called a plumber to fix the leak coming from the garbage disposal under the kitchen sink. The plumber scheduled us for Saturday morning, the same time that Jack left for his 36-hole day at the country club gold course, leaving me home to deal with the plumber.

I felt no need to get all dressed up for a plumber to fix my leak, so I threw on a loose blouse and running shorts and didn’t bother with shoes. The plumber came by twenty minutes after my husband left the house. His name is Steve, a nice-looking guy, and it only took him a minute to solve the problem causing the leak.

He called me to see for myself. I bent over next to him in the confined little space and listened as he pointed out the different parts that needed tightening. So absorbed in Steve’s explanation, I was surprised when I looked over at him to find him staring down my braless blouse. I pretended not to notice, and being the naughty little tease that I am, instead of standing up and putting an end to his view, I leaned over even further and gave him a close shot of my 36C breasts and ripe nipples.

I could tell by the plumber’s voice that he was having a difficult time concentrating on what he was saying. From the way I was leaning, I knew he could look straight down to my belly button. The thought of him admiring me was an incredible turn-on for me. I decided to push the boundaries a bit more. Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled practically all the way inside the cabinet and asked him if he could fix the leak. All he could see from standing outside the cabinet was my ass sticking up in the air, and my exposed pussy, which my shorts were no longer covering. I had put my hand over my mouth to stifle my giggle.

He said absolutely nothing. Curiously, I backed out of the cabinet, still on my hands and knees. After my head cleared the sink, I turned around to see that I was now eye-level with his crotch. Just as I suspected, I saw an enormous bulge. Causing him to have an erection surely excited me!

I looked up at his face to see that it had turned almost purple. I simply smiled up at him as innocently as I could, but made no comment as to his obvious erection. Instead, I extended my hand to him so he could help me to my feet. Being a gentleman, he lifted me to a standing position. Accidentally, on purpose, I lost my balance and fell into him. We landed against the counter, with my body pressed against his. I could feel his hard erection pressing against my pelvis.

After staying in that position a few moments longer than necessary, I made a move to back away. This time, my bare feet actually did slip on the water still on the floor. Not only did I fall into him, but my body wriggled against his as I struggled to gain my footing. The feel of my pussy rubbing against his bulging crotch caused me to let out a small moan.

All I meant was to tease him, but now I was losing control of the situation. Now he was not the only one in the room to be embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks turning flushed.

Steve quickly grabbed my arms to steady me before I went crashing to the floor. The feel of his strong hands gripping my arms sent a tingle of excitement through me. Having saved me from landing on my ass, my body was pressed against his again as he was still holding onto me.

We stood that way for several seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, neither of us saying a word. Then, he leaned his head down and kissed me on the cheek. It was so sweet and tender, yet so incredibly sexy and arousing at the same time, and I felt my face beginning to glow.

He leaned over again. This time, his lips met mine, and he kissed me every so tenderly. My body literally melted into his when he slipped his tongue between my parted lips and probed my mouth. My tongue eagerly found his, and we began to kiss passionately as we stood on the wet kitchen floor. We kissed like this for several minutes. He was such a wonderful kisser, but I needed more, and I could sense he did as well.

Minutes later, we ended up in my bedroom. I lay on the bed in waiting, while he stood next to the bed, caressing my body with his eyes. Finally, he lay down next to me, both of us still fully clothed. We resumed our kiss where we had left off in the kitchen. Now, with our entire bodies touching, the kiss became more passionate.

His hands began to explore my body through my clothes. I reached my hand out to touch his chest, but he stopped it with his own hand in a non-verbal way of telling me to wait. Suddenly, he was in charge and continued his slow and methodical exploration of my body. He rubbed his hand up and down the length of my arm, up my neck to my face. He massaged the side of my face as we continued to kiss with probing tongues.

By now, I was so hot that I wanted him to rip my clothes off me and make wild love to me. However, I quickly discovered that Steve was a man who liked to take his time. He moved his hand from my face to gently caress my throat and further down to my breast.

He took my right breast in his large hand, cupping it as if it were a fragile egg. He moved his hand across the dip of my cleavage to my left breast and caressed it in the same delicate manner, causing my nipples to harden beneath my blouse.

He worked his way from my breasts down the length of my body. I was hoping his hand would continue down to my sopping pussy that was in desperate need of his attention. But he was not about to move quite that fast.

When his hand reached the bottom of my blouse, he slipped his hand under the material and worked his way back up to my breasts. With the same tenderness, he kneaded each breast in his hand, moving back and forth from one to the other. He had working man’s hands, hard and calloused, yet oddly smooth against my soft flesh.

He stopped kissing me long enough to undo the buttons of my blouse and remove it from me. He rolled me so that I was lying comfortably on my back. Now half naked before him, I watched his eyes as he took in the view with a look of longing and admiration on his face.

His hands returned to my body, and he began to touch me again as he looked in fascination at what his hands were feeling. While massaging my breasts with one hand, his other hand roamed down my belly to the waistband of my shorts.

I so much wanted him to slip his hand under my shorts and touch my pussy in the same tender way he had been touching the rest of my body. Instead, he used both hands to ease my shorts over my hips, down my legs, and slip them from my feet.

My body was now completely exposed to him. Watching him drink in every inch of my body with his appreciative eyes made me feel incredibly alluring. When his hands returned to my body, it felt even more electrifying than the first time he touched me. I didn’t know how much more of his slow, teasing foreplay I could take. I wanted to rip his clothes off, but I knew he wouldn’t allow that.

He propped himself on his knees and began to massage me with both of his hands. In a very deliberate manner, he worked them from the top of my head to the ends of my toes. I was practically on the verge of orgasm just feeling his hands moving over me. My pussy was so wet I could feel my juices seeping through my folds. Each time his hands approached the tops of my thighs, I arched my back and hoped that he would do more than just lightly touch the edges of my crotch before he moved on. It felt simply wonderful, but I needed more.

After what seemed like an eternity, his hand finally stopped between my legs. With the tip of a finger, he traced my pussy lips with a tenderness that belied the size of his hands. He stroked slowly up one side and down the other. His finger made circular motions around my clit, but never touched it. He teased me repeatedly, running his finger up and down my juicy slit, around my clit, and down to my introitus, short of penetrating me.

I was so close to orgasm. I knew all he had to do was touch my button, or slide his finger into my hot, juicy cunt, and I would burst. I reached for my breasts to caress them, but he told me to wait. When he suddenly stopped and removed his hand, a whine of disappointment erupted from me in place of a long-awaited orgasm. I was teetering on the edge. I could not believe he had taken me so far and then quit without warning.

The sexual frustration coursing through my body was indescribable! I looked to him for some sort of an answer. He simply looked back at me and grinned. But his grin soon vanished, and he began to work his way to the foot of the bed and reposition himself with his head between my legs. I widened my legs, and his tongue picked up where his finger had left off. He teased me mercilessly. He lapped up my juices and licked my pussy. He bent my legs back and made me shiver and quiver when he ran his tongue up and down the crack of my ass, stopping to probe my anus with the pointed tip of his tongue, then back to my pussy.

My entire body trembled. My juice began to boil. And when his tongue found its way to my clit, my entire body became rigid as I braced myself in anticipation. Several movements of his tongue brushing my clit, and I experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

I have had thousands of orgasms, multiple orgasms, with many different men since I began my swinging lifestyle, but this one was different. I exploded with every fiber of my being. Wave after endless waves of orgasm crashed over me as he continued to suck and fuck me with his tongue. My orgasmic juices poured into his mouth. I got to the point where I could not take any more and tried to back away from his face. But his mouth clung to my pussy like a dog with a bone.

The orgasms continued until there was absolutely nothing left inside me. I collapsed onto the bed, completely and utterly spent. He gently licked up the last of my juices, knowing how sensitive I was to any touch, and lay his head on my leg. We stayed in that position for several minutes, both of us lost in thought about what had just occurred. My head was floating, and my body never felt so relaxed. I must have drifted off for a few minutes. I was awakened by the feel of him slipping his finger in and out of my soaked pussy.

I looked down to the end of the bed to discover that he had removed his clothes during my short period of slumber. As he was gently fingering me with one hand, his other hand was slowly stroking the length of his cock. The sight of his cock caused instant arousal to course through my body. He had one of the most exquisite cocks I had ever seen. It was not the size or width that intrigued me. I’ve had longer and thicker cocks in my life, but the well-defined head and veiny shaft made it look more like a work of art.

I needed to touch it, to see if it felt as sturdy as it looked. I sat up and reached forward, but he stopped his stroking long enough to ease me back onto the pillows. We were staring into one another’s eyes as his hands continued to caress us both. I was torn between my overwhelming need to take his cock in my mouth and give him as much pleasure as he had given me, and the luxurious feeling of being slowly pampered by this man.

I made another attempt to sit up, but was stopped once more. He clearly had other plans for me.

After what seemed like an eternity of slow and steady finger fucking, he rose to his knees and straddled my body with him. I was now looking at this muscular chest and well-toned arms. The legs that knelt between mine were strong and powerful-looking. It was not the body of a steroid-induced bodybuilder, but that of a man whose body had developed over the years of hard physical labor. And there, between my legs, was that beautiful cock of his, the head glistening with pre-cum smeared from his stroking.

With one hand, he guided his cock to the opening of my pussy, his other hand pushed my right thigh outward to give him more room to penetrate me. He stroked my pussy with the head of his cock, brushing it up and down my slit, splitting my folds for his entry. With each up and down movement, his cock was getting wetter with my juices.

I didn’t want him to tease me with his cock as he had with his fingers and tongue. I needed to feel his cock inside me! I needed him to fill my empty void, and I needed him now. Sensing my desperate need, he slid the tip of his cock through my introitus. It felt wonderful as I had imagined it would. The sampling head of his cock felt great, but my greedy desire for all of him had me begging him with my eyes to give me more.

My silent communication was understood, and he eased himself into me inch by inch. When he was completely buried inside me, we both let go with moans of pleasure. He remained buried inside me for several minutes, as we both relished the delicious new sensation of marrying our bodies together. For now, he stood in the place of my husband, and I wanted to make love to him the way I make love to my husband.

His cock pulsed within the tight walls of my cunt. His strokes started slow and deep, pulling nearly all the way out, and penetrating balls deep inside me. His movements were smooth, perfectly measured, and deliberate. After a few minutes, he upped the pace. I wrapped him between my legs and caressed him in my arms, as our bodies found a mutual rhythm.

Our bodies came together so naturally. It felt as though we had done this for years. Knowing he was not a man to be rushed, I allowed him to remain in control. He did so as if reading my mind. He read me well, and he knew just what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Except for my husband, I rarely had a man who intuitively knew exactly what I wanted and how I liked it. He made love to me in a way that resembled Jack’s movements if I closed my eyes.

He picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts, but not too fast or too hard. Every thrust was perfect. He reached down and massaged my clit with his thumb. The divine feel of his cock and his thumb acting together was all it took for me to orgasm again. He continued to rub my clit while increasing the thrusts of his cock.

The firmer he rubbed my swollen clit and the faster he thrust himself into me, the more and more orgasms I had, each one more sensitive and stronger. My body writhed and squirmed as each orgasm rushed through me. My mouth never closed as pleasurable sounds of my sighs, moans, cries, and groans echoed throughout the house. I called out his name, and I cried up to the heavens as my body floated in the arms of ecstasy.

I felt his cock grow rigid, and I squeezed it inside my pussy when he came. I felt the warmth of his cum shooting deep inside me, and we both cried out together as I came with him. Our moans of pleasure filled the room around us. His hot sticky cum mixed with mine and seeped from my pussy after his cock went limp and slipped from me.

After many minutes of holding one another, we both drifted off to sleep. We were awakened when my husband returned and found us both naked on the bed. He saw the water from the sink still leaking on the kitchen floor, and he knew the plumber never got around to fixing the water leak.

Jack was fine with what went on between the plumber and me. In fact, Jack and I invited Steve into our fuck-buddy group, and he became one of my regulars. We have enjoyed many threesomes with Steve since that day.