The Plumber's Fluids
Life went on for the next couple of weeks without incident. Mark continued to be a jerk and he continued to go out once a week. Janet still had the tracker on his phone and saw that he was still going to various gay bars.
She started noticing Helen's comings and goings more, too. On Tuesdays, she usually saw Jose go inside in the morning and not come out until nearly noon. The gardeners came on Friday, and she noticed they arrived in a team of 4, but only 3 would be working at any given time. It looked like they were taking turns going inside.
"Probably for water..." she giggled to herself, "but why does it take half an hour to get a drink?".
She pictured what was going on inside that house (and inside Helen), and it made her want it herself. She hadn't been fucked for weeks, and she was really getting horny and frustrated. Everybody else was doing as they pleased with no repercussions, and she felt stupid for wasting all those years worrying about creating a 'scandal'. Well, no more, she resolved.
The next day, they had scheduled a plumber to come replace the dishwasher. When he got there, Janet opened the door to a tall, good looking man. "Hi. I'm Phil, here with the dishwasher."
"Well, isn't this timely?" she thought to herself.
She let him in and led him to the kitchen. She watched as he carried in the heavy box and commented on how strong he was. He just smiled and immediately got to work removing the old washer and then putting in the new one.
As he warmed up working, he took off his sweatshirt, revealing a tight t-shirt and bulging muscles. She had already been watching his tight ass and thinking about jumping him, but that sealed the deal. She was horny as hell, and this guy wasn't leaving without fucking her.
"Would you like something to drink?", she asked, squatting down next to where he was working under the sink. "I've always been fascinated by plumbing. It's so... sexy." He gave her a funny look, and then smiled again.
"Uh. Thanks, in a minute. I'm almost done here." He tightened the last connection and crawled out. She was still leaning close and he bumped against her. She was wearing shorts and a button up shirt with no bra, and he could see her nipples through the light fabric. They could both feel the heat from the other's body and their eyes locked for a tense second. She knew right then that he knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too.
"Let me just run a cycle to make sure everything is OK." He started the machine and said, "I'd like that drink now..."
She filled a glass of iced water from the fridge and handed it to him. She came close and laid her hand on his chest.
"You're so strong. Is that from working? I really like your muscles...", she purred as she caressed him. Then she said, "Look, I really don't want to waste time being coy."
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, pressing her body against him. She whispered breathily in his ear, "I want to you fuck me right here."
He answered by kissing her back and grabbing her ass, and then starting to kiss her neck as he ground his crotch against her.
She could feel his cock through his pants and almost fainted with the thrill. She was going to get laid right there in the kitchen!
She felt him kiss down her neck and onto her chest, and her breath caught as he unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her tits. She moaned and reached to rub his cock through his pants as he continued to suckle and slipped her shirt off, letting it drop to the floor.
After a minute, she pulled away and they both groped at each other's pants. He pushed hers down and then kicked his own pants and shoes off. When his cock sprang free, she saw it was long, and hard as a rock.
He looked at her naked body and said, "My God, you're beautiful!"
They kissed passionately again and she loved the feel of his hard cock against her bare belly.
He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table, then knelt down and started licking her pussy. It was already soaking wet and her clit was engorged, and when he licked it, fireworks went off in her head. He lapped at her like a hungry kitten and she thought she'd pass out from the pleasure. It was only a minute before she started to cum.
She grabbed his head and pulled it hard against her pussy. She started to scream and convulse and he just held on and kept licking. She shuddered and moaned, still cumming for what seemed like forever.
After she'd stopped cumming and her breathing slowed, she pulled him up to kiss her. "That was fantastic," she purred. "Now fuck me."
He pulled her ass to the edge of the table and rubbed the head of his dick around her pussy, then slid in a little at a time.
"Oh!" she moaned. It was heaven. He pushed deeper, until he was balls deep in her, then he started to pump, slowly at first, then faster.
Soon he was pounding her like an animal. His grunts and his sexy body were making her crazy, and the thought that she was getting fucked on the table where she'd fed her husband breakfast that morning was evilly delicious. Then she had an even more evil thought.
"Wait. Let's go upstairs. I want you to fuck me in my bed."
She stood up and led him upstairs to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed she hadn't bothered to make up this morning, pulled him to her, and took his cock into her mouth. She loved the taste of her own pussy on it, and loved the warm, soft firmness of his penis as she licked it. She could feel him tensing and knew he was close, so she slowed down to make it last.
After a minute, he pulled back and she laid down on her back, beckoning him to come. He climbed on top of her, pressing their bodies together and kissing her hard.
