I was sitting in the kitchen, at the dinner table, still in my nightgown when the phone rang. It was my husband, I had texted him about the heater, and he had finally reached his Gettysburg. I was in the middle of explaining the problem, and costs, etc, when I saw the plumber ascending the stairs. He saw me on the phone, smiled awkwardly, and motioned towards the door. I gazed at his crotch which had gone down again a bit, and smiled and nodded as Hubby droned on about money, and savings, and bonuses, and the pandemic and whatever else. The plumber showed himself out, and I found myself struggling to know what to do next.

I had never cheat on him in all these years, though there had been some opportunities. Why now? Why this guy? Maybe it was the way he looked at me. Just feeling the attention of his gaze. Seeing that growing monster in his pants. Before I married I had been with some larger men. Two in particular come to mind in college. But the man I settled for had perfect husband dick. Just shy of 8 in it had filled me perfectly without the discomfort of the truly big ones. But there is something about being fucked properly by a truly big dick that I had found myself longing for. And seeing that thing in the plumbers pants had woken up a hunger I had been denying for a very long time.

"Are you there? Hello? Kiki?" He was doing that 'Can ya hear me now' voice thing that I hate.

"Sorry sweetie, I'm here. I had to show the man where the shut off valve is", I lied

"Ask him if he can do anything on the price and then see when he can schedule the replacement. But seriously $4K is too much. See if he will do $3000. We really can't afford more right now". I hadn't told him about the thermo thing. I really just wanted a shower.

"Okay darling. Do you want to talk to the man?"

The plumber was just walking back in the door, and as he rounded the corner I caught his eye, and reach out with the phone.

He set down the box he was carrying on the kitchen table, and took my phone from me, gently, his hand touching mine for a brief instant, it was surprisingly soft and clean, the nails well groomed. He had short but thick fingers, and I found myself wondering what they might feel like inside me. He lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

As my husband spoke to him and he began explaining about the need for replacement, I found myself staring at his crotch. He was arms length away from me. I was still seated in my chair, and found myself near face to face with his member. But it was back to just a subtle bump in the front of his coverall. I looked up to catch his gaze, and as he looked down at me, still speaking to my husband about 'thermo' things and efficiency, I spread my legs apart, showing him my hairy wet vagina, all soggy and sloppy with my excitement. And when I was sure he was paying attention to me, because he had gone silent, I reached my right hand towards his his bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I could hear my husband speaking, and he started to respond, but as he was starting to speak about the job I had asked him to do, I squeezed him hard, and slowly shook my head looking at him. He seemed to understand. And as I slowly started stroking his clothed bulge, he said

"This is what I can do for you. I will get your wife hot water today, for free. I will order the heater you want, but it may take some time to get here with everything going on in the world, and once I have it I will schedule to come back and replace your heater with the new high efficiency. But I'm going to have to hold firm on that price"

He had swollen back up to full tent again. I desperately wanted to unbutton him. But was also enjoying teasing it. I could barely fit my hand half way around the now swollen head. It felt thicker than a beer bottle. and was becoming rock hard with each stroke. There was a small wet spot starting to develop on the crotch of his coveralls, which delighted me. I worked my hand down the thick shaft, trying to guess at the full girth, and then playfully teased what i imagined was his ball sack.

"Yes sir, I promise, I will make sure you wife is happy and gets her shower. You have my word".

He handed me back the phone. I smiled at him in lustily squeezed the head area again. Legs still spread wide, pussy dripping it juices all over the chair now, I popped one breast out of my nightgown with my left hand, put the phone to my ear with my right. Squeezed my breast and nipple playfully, and said "Okay love. Have fun in Gettysburg, and then quickly hung up.

His hand reached out and took my other breast out. and he gently squeezed the nipple. I nearly came at that point, and visibly shuddered at his touch. The first man in two decades to see me nearly naked, let alone touch me, and with my husband nearly in the room. I could barely contain myself. But before I let it go further, I batted his hand away playfully.

"No.No. Bad boy!" , I said "Go fix my heater, then you get your reward."

He grinned. Brought his hand slowly to my cheek, from my breast, and caressed my jaw gently. Then he gently pushed his thick thumb against my lips. Involuntarily I parted them, as he entered my mouth I began to suckle like a baby on him. He let me take him in a moment. Then suddenly he slide him deep into my throat, gagging me, and then pulling his hand back he gripped me by throat, cocked my face upward towards him and through slightly teary eyes I looked up into his now hard seeming face.

"I hope you know what you're in for" he said, quite sure of himself. "I don't like to be teased and left unsatisfied, so I hope you're ready to please me"

He let me go. It was an oddly tense moment and right them I suddenly found myself a little scared. Alone. In the house. Half naked. No matter what he did I could never tell my husband. For the first time all day, it suddenly dawned on me how incredibly badly it could all go.

He smiled at me.

"Don't worry" I stammered, gathering my wits. "I will make sure to give you everything you want, but you need to satisfy me first." I said it trying to sound in charge, but not really pulling it off.

He turned without a word. Grabbing his box and heading back down the stairs. I nearly collapsed, sobbing slightly.

"What the fuck am I doing" I said under my breath to the walls.

I tried to breathe a moment, and then gathered myself together, put my robe back on, and headed up the stairs to make sure the bedroom wasn't a complete disaster. I'm not sure tbh how much time passed. Felt like seconds and yet hours all at the same time. All I could hear was my heart beating in my ears. And the faint sound of "Ma'am? ... Ma'am?!?". I stepped out of my bedroom and to the railing at the top of the stairs. Robe drawn up tight now.

"Sorry, up here" I called down. He was standing in the kitchen and couldn't actually see me. But following the sound of my voice he stepped through to the family room, where I was standing above by the back stair case. "Here" I said again as he came into view, waving.

He looked at me, smiling, grinning again. "Should be all set" he said. Need to give it about 20 minutes, and then test to make sure its heating up properly.

"Oh", I said, I started to make my way down the stairs. His eyes were all on me. Gathering my nerves, I tugged at the belt of my robe, and again let it slide off me. As I reached the bottom of the stair I turned to face him. He had his hands in his pockets again. The wet spot on his crotch was still dark. HIs bulge looked as though it had never gone down, and he was now standing proudly, presenting it toward me.

I approached him. As I got within arms reach of him, I gazed down at him. Letting him crane his neck a little to look up at me, trying to tower just a little, and show him I was 'In charge' or something. In my head I was a near panic, but before he could speak, I reach out and began to slowly unbutton his coverall. It was light blue, and had his name and company embroidered on it. And the buttons ran from his neck to his crotch. As I reach his belly, I undid the next few buttons and then slide the arms off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor in a satisfying thud. He had a t-shirt with company logo beneath and a pair of loose silk boxers that were stretched to their limit just barely covering his massive cock.

I was breathing heavily as I dropped to my knees. In a smooth motion I yanked his silk boxers to his ankles as I dropped, and then lifted both hands to his massive member. Memories of past encounters with the well endowed came flooding back and i gripped him expertly in both hands, working that thick shaft in gentle twisting motions as I began to kiss and lick the head. It was like a large purple plum sitting on top of two beer cans. Licking and kissing the tip, i lapped at the drippings of pre cum, and then did my best to get him in my mouth.

It had been years since I struggled to suck a cock, but this was a challenge I willingly had excepted many time before, and absolutely loved to deep throat when I could. I could barely get the head in my mouth, and my jaw ached a little, to open just wide enough, but as he put his hand on the back of my head, I let myself relax and felt my throat open to him as his pushed gently forward, letting me take him in.

My eyes began to water, and I was gagging and slurping and working his shaft with both hands, as he grabbed me by the hair with both hands and pushed himself deep as I could manage, which was only an inch or so past that thick head, to the back of my throat. When he did so I pulled out an old trick from college, and slide my finger expertly up his asshole, and pressed down hard against his prostate, forcing him deep into me.

He began cumming in delicious thick hot loads, choking me hard. As he pulled out he continued to cum in thick lashings all over my face, neck, chest and nightgown. I continued to grasp his thick cock, and started rhythmically milking his prostate. and hungrily lapped up over remaining drop. Sucking down hard to drain him. I slide my finger back out of his tight asshole, and squeezed his balls a little to get that last drop.

He was shivering, and shuddering, and grunting loudly as he came. He collapsed afterwards onto the couch and I began to suck on my finger that had been up his butt, and then used it to gather up all the cum from my face, tits and neck and sucked it all down. My eyes on his the entire time. He was sitting back leaning on the couch. His cock still erect. It was twinging as he continued to shudder and softly spasm.

His eyes locked on mine. For a few lovely moments we were both silent. Then finally he just said "Wow!"

I smiled at him.

"Better go test that hot water!" I said, cheerfully. And then near skipped back up the stair to my bedroom, to start the shower.