Fun in the Shower with a Naughty Wife
"Service Call," an erotic story about cheating, by Voracity Lee
He rang the doorbell, hoping the person who opened the door wouldn’t be an asshole. After waiting for what he thought was long enough to put out the joint and spray a bit of freshener – which is how he timed doorbell responses – he rapped sharply on the door. It was yanked open by a luscious, caramel-skinned woman with short, curly, black hair. She was on the phone and held up a finger, indicating he freeze while she continued her conversation.
Great. A Prima Dona, he thought.
While she continued to blab away his time, he admired her long legs supporting round hips, and what looked to be a round ass, all stuffed into some designer-type jeans. She had on a pink t-shirt with a washed out phrase stretched across breasts that weren’t perky, but full and fuckable. He could feel the conditioned air flowing past her, out the door and away on the summer breeze. As the contrasting air brushed her skin, he could see her nipples sharpen, making him wish he’d worn boxers instead of briefs; he was starting to bunch up in his pants. He finally stopped looking at her hot body long enough to notice she had tiger brown eyes honed right at him. She hung up.
She beckoned him inside and led him through the kitchen and to the back of the house to the utility room, where the offending appliance was housed. The washer was stuck on spin cycle. He wiggled a few wires and pushed a few buttons for her benefit, but he already knew the thing just needed a new timer, which her husband could have bought and installed himself instead of calling someone else in to do the job. But, hey, that type of ineptitude kept food on his table and change jingling in his pocket. Not to mention the occasional treat of hawking a house-babe like this one. His dick jerked to life in his pants again and he tried to take his mind off hard nipples poking through pink t-shirts.
House-babe asked Mr. Fixit how long he thought he’d be because she needed to continue getting ready for an appointment. When he told her he needed about forty-five minutes, she left him to his task and went upstairs to her boudoir. She didn’t really have anything to do immediately, but liked to tell visitors, of any sort, something to this affect to keep their stay controlled. Babe decided to take a shower and turned on nothing but the hot water. She’d already taken one this morning before shuttling her kids to school, but she could use the relaxation.
Peeling off her jeans, she ran her hands down her hips, noting she could do with an exfoliation. Her t-shirt came over her head in one fluid motion, releasing her bright, tan-free breasts with contrasting nipples. Walking over to her vanity, covered only by white panties so sheer one could really only make out the ribbon trim of them – her “Kitty-Pup” was easily visible. Kitty-Pup was her own little nickname for her privates, “Kitty” referring to “pussy” and “Pup” alluding to her preference for getting fucked doggy-style.
Babe studied herself in the mega-wattage of her vanity lights; she was ritualistic about analyzing her physique and wanted to see everything. Only glancing at her face – she would deal with that after the shower – she stretched her neck, putting a hand to her throat; it remained taut and lean. She cupped her breasts with both hands, feeling a twinge of sadness. After three children, they were by no means the perky melons of six years ago, but thank whatever gave her the strength to stick to her convictions about NOT nursing. She hadn’t even let her husband drink milk from her – although he begged during and after each pregnancy.
Babe jiggled her breasts and enjoyed the spectacle of seeing them shimmy and shake like a healthy serving of her favorite Jell-o. She pinched her nipples and, already in a semi-erect state, they filled painfully with desire in an instant. Babe threw back her head, moaned, and dropped her hand to Kitty – giving her a full handed stroking. Steam was everywhere, including on her skin and seeming to seep from her vagina.
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Babe could feel her body cooking its own juices. On wobbly legs, she reached the foot-lipped, double-sized tiled shower. It was designed in such a way that it didn’t need a door or a curtain. Although there were two showerheads, Babe had only turned on one. She adjusted the water temperature, removed her moist panties, and sat on the tiled bench furthest away from the spray. She smiled as she felt the muscles in her shoulders unknot.
Sweat oozed and shower drops splashed until she was wet all over. Licking her lips, she tasted the salt on her skin. She raised her right leg, placing her foot on the bench, and held her swelling pussy. Babe was sure she could feel it expanding beneath her fingers.
She softly massaged the outer lips, squirming as the inner lips puffed up to make their presence known. Her fingers became slippery and a bit sticky from the juices she was stirring up; it was as though the substances served as an invitation and then ensnared whatever they captured. There was no way to prevent her fingers from slipping into her liquid vagina – it would have sucked up anything close to its entrance at this point.
Babe two-finger stroked the inside of Kitty; one part of her riding the pleasure, the other part fascinated by the sensation of the ridged roof of her canal. She wondered how that must feel to the smooth, sensitive tip of a rock hard penis. So lost in herself was she, that Babe did not hear the pounding on the door.
As a finger found its way to her anus, she did not hear her name called out. When she maneuvered her breast to her mouth and sucked her own nipple, Babe was completely unaware of Mr. Fixit standing outside the shower, blown away by the reality of his childhood fantasy playing out before him. Wanting to advise her he needed to shut-off the water, Mr. Fixit found House-babe sucking on her tit while finger-fucking herself in a hot shower. It was so unbelievable, that for a moment he suspected some kind of hoax – even if it was a damn nice one to look at. He loudly cleared his throat, but didn’t turn away from the visual delight.
She finally heard him, and opened her eyes to find Mr. Fixit standing there, watching her with a hungry look on his face and a bulge in his pants. How fortuitous that he should arrive just when she was contemplating hard dicks.
Babe slowly released her fingers and pulled them out. She stood up and walked over to the running water, watching Mr. Fixit as she moved. Standing under the mini-torrent, Babe knew what a sight she made with rivers of water flowing in, over, under and from her peaks and valleys. Mr. Fixit’s dick was so hard he finally had to reposition it to continue standing. He saw her eyes follow his movements as he touched himself. He watched her smile and lick her lips.
Encouraged, but still somewhat nervous, he massaged himself over the outside of his pants. Watching him, she resumed rubbing herself as well. He stepped towards her, and again, she put up a single finger, stopping him in his tracks.
She motioned for him to drop his pants and he did, sighing as his rock of a rod was given room to stretch. Babe apparently liked what she saw in his fat-headed, thick, and meaty presentation – she left the water and returned to the bench. She climbed up on her knees, bending forward to hold on to the tiled vanity ledge for balance, and giving Mr. Fixit a show of swollen lips in various shades of pink. She did not say a word, but the wiggle of her ass and the arch of her back was invitation enough. Mr. Fixit took the hint, kicked off the clothing in his way, and stepped into a tropical paradise.
Sliding his dick into pussy so juicy and hot gave Mr. Fixit a moment of panic, but then she hugged him with her walls and he didn’t care if he pulled back nothing but a steamed noodle – he wasn’t going any where for the time being. It wasn’t virginal tight pussy, but he felt every nook and cranny of it, and he wanted to dive deeper.
Babe threw her head back and Mr. Fixit grabbed one of her bouncing breast, raising and pulling her against him. He rammed himself into her, panting in her ear, trying to maintain his balance. He failed and they both fell to the hard, wet, shower floor, landing in a pile, dislodging their connection. Babe rolled Mr. Fixit on his back and with water falling on and around them; she mounted his throbbing, bobbing dick in a crazed frenzy.
Mr. Fixit tightly held Babe’s waist and assisted the maniacal bounce she performed on him. When she fell forward, one of her heavy, hard-tipped breasts smothered him and he latched on to her nipple with his mouth to free his nose for air. He did the same with the other nipple. Babe’s Kitty tightened as he plopped her nipples in and out of his mouth, and soon she was on the verge of cumming. It was a done deal when Mr. Fixit reached around her, squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks. Babe’s climax was so violent that Mr. Fixit had to hold on to her fiercely to keep her from bucking off him.
Feeling her pussy clench from deep in the well, all the way to the lip tips made him shoot a load that was part pain. His balls disappeared inside of him and his toes would not uncurl, despite his efforts. Babe leaned over him, using the wall to prop herself up. Her nipples were right at the tip of his nose, but something told him to leave them alone – they looked bright and enflamed.
Rising from him, Babe looked down to see the water washing her glaze off of Mr. Fixit’s dick. While he pulled himself up to a bench, she quickly soaped away the moment and exited the shower, telling him where to find fresh towels. She dressed and heard the shower turn off as she headed down the stairs. She found her checkbook and wrote out an amount for the company’s service call fee – except that she made it out to Mr. Fixit and put it and his tools by the front door.
When Mr. Fixit came downstairs, he stood by the open door, with his belongings at his feet, looking at the check Babe had given him. He advised her that the job was not complete. She told him to write that on the ticket and she would call him when she was ready for his part to be installed. With that, the phone rang, she answered, and closed the door in his face.
Mr. Fixit went to his van to process what had just taken place. His head was still spinning and his dick was still tingling from the unprecedented service call. Before driving away, he contacted dispatch to advise them the homeowner would call with a convenient time to return to finish the job. He stressed he be assigned to deliver the service needed to satisfy this customer as he knew just what she needed.
Originally published February 2010