He grunted as he pulled the pipes, starting to feel completely frustrated. Honestly, this was the worst week - no, month - of Stephen’s life. It started with a work case completely blowing up out of the blue, then finding out Stephen’s wife, Sarah, was probably cheating on him, and now the sink was broken, and he had no idea how to fix it.
Yes, the second situation probably had to occupy his mind the most, but Stephen felt as if he and Sarah had been falling out of love for quite some time, and it didn’t affect him as much as it would have a couple of years ago. At this point he knew he had to speak with her, and that it would eventually lead to their divorce. Now, though, he was focused on how to fix this sink.
He had called the repairman an hour ago, but had never worked with this company before, and had no idea when they would show up. They gave him a huge time frame, and he was worried that the sink would burst further if he didn’t try to do something about it now.
Stephen was 45 years old, starting to grow gray hairs, but tried to maintain his body in fit shape, especially since he saw a lot of clients at work. He had a smile with dimples that was slightly covered by his stubble, which generally made him look younger than he was. He stood up as he groaned, realizing he had been at the sink for almost an hour now.
He felt defeated, feeling like there was something wrong with him as a husband. Maybe he was more affected by Sarah than he had originally thought. He was about to grab a beer and head to the living room when the doorbell rang. He perked up immediately, glad that the situation would be resolved before Sarah came home.
He rushed to the door, opening it to reveal a woman around his age, with a tool belt wrapped around her hips and arms holding a large duffel bag. She had auburn hair tied up into a ponytail and piercing blue eyes, which now gazed at him as she asked, “hi, are you Stephen?”
He nodded, completely transfixed by this woman. “Yes. You’re here for the sink?”
She reached her hand out, “yes my name is Melanie. I work for S.O.S. Repairs.” He shook her hand, unable to stop his smile as he did so.
“Thank you for coming so quickly. I was expecting it to take hours.” He said truthfully. “Follow me.” He led her into the kitchen, where he still had his own tools littered all over the ground.
“I got a cancellation before yours, they seemed to have figured it out themselves. So I came right away.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Ok, what seems to be the problem?”
He described it as best as he could, then offered her a drink, thinking that would be the proper thing to do. She declined him, and he said, “uh… do I stay here now or do I leave you alone? I haven’t had someone in here for a while.” He chuckled.
“If you want you can stay here and chat.” She said, her face already buried in her work. “I always appreciate the company.”
He was shocked. He expected her to tell him to leave her alone. If it was any other day, he might have done so, but after the month that he had, he knew it would be nice to just be able to talk to a stranger. Maybe about nothing at all.
They began to talk about her work, how long she had been doing repairs. She explained it was part of the family work, but she had always been in love with fixing stuff. He nodded, feeling the same way about his own career. It seemed to be the only thing left in his life right now.
“Forgive me for saying this but… you seem to be in a pretty subdued mood. I mean, I don’t know you, but I feel like I can read people sometimes,” she said suddenly.
Again, he was shocked by how forward she was, and how well this random stranger was able to read him. He nodded, then realized she couldn’t see him as she continued to tinker around in there. When he didn’t reply, she said, “it isn’t because I’m a woman doing a traditional manly task, is it?”
He burst out laughing and said, “no, I’m not like that. I’m not emasculated at all.”
She gave him a small chuckle, which echoed into the sink and said, “okay good. Because it happens to me a lot, actually. Some guys even make me leave because they can’t handle a woman fixing something they can’t fix.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m just glad you’re here before my wife sees I haven’t been able to do it.” He paused. “Speaking of my wife, that’s actually why I’m ‘subdued’, as you said.”
“Oh? Marriage troubles?” She asked, seeming quite interested.
He nodded again out of habit. “I think she’s cheating on me. No-” He corrected. “I know she’s cheating on me, I just haven’t told her I know yet.”
Melanie pushed her body out of the sink to look at him. “Oh…my dear. Are you okay?”
He thought about it and nodded. “I’m more fine than I thought, actually. I feel like we’ve been falling out of love for quite some time, and it was eventually going to happen. It was like we both knew it. I wasn’t even shocked when it happened, just a little hurt she didn’t break it off with me first.” He didn’t know why he was explaining so much to a stranger, did she really care?
She went back to her work and said, “well, how did you find out?”
“The usual way people find out these days, she left her phone out while she was doing something, and the texts just flashed across the screen.” He replied.
“I see,” she said. “Well, you have a lot to think about.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s why I’m kind of quiet. I can’t believe you noticed, though. You’ve never spoken to me before.” He said.
“Call it a woman’s intuition.” Her head popped up again, and she stood up, dusting herself as she turned to face the sink. She flipped the handle, and water began to pour out.
He gasped in happiness. “My goodness! You did that so quickly.”
She laughed. “All part of my job.” He felt a pang of sadness as he realized she would be leaving now, and he would be all alone in the house again.
He decided to get what he wanted for once as he asked, “so, does that mean you’re out of stuff to do since your client canceled?”
She thought about it and nodded as she packed her tools up. “I guess so, the next one isn’t for a few hours.”
“Want to stay and hang out then?” He asked, wanting to get the words out before he chickened out.
She seemed a little perplexed by his proposal, but agreed. He helped her clean up, and they headed to the living room as both of them held onto their own bottle of beer. She sat on the opposite end of the couch as he put on the current football game, though he barely paid attention to it. He gave her all of his attention, wondering if she was comfortable or not. Maybe she had felt pressured into saying yes to him, but really wanted to leave.
Fifteen minutes into the game she turned to face him and said, “are you just going to keep staring at me?”
“I…” He gulped. “I guess I wasn’t hiding that very well.”
She laughed. “No, you weren’t.”
“I was worried I pressured you into this. This is really weird, isn’t it? Two random strangers watching a game together?” He explained.
“You asked me because you found me attractive, right?” She asked. Again, he was appalled by how easily she could get these words out. He nodded.
“Yes, and it was nice to have company so I’m not so in my head.” He made a vague gesture around his head. “Does that make sense?”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she moved closer to him, and placed her head on his shoulder. He remained stiff as a rock, but after a few seconds, began to stroke her leg gently, knowing she might be interested in him as well. She was wearing black tights, and his fingers trailed further and further up them. He wondered if she would force him to stop, but instead, she opened her legs for him, urging him on silently.
This was the first time he had done anything with a woman other than his wife in a very long time, and he was feeling incredibly nervous, though not guilty at all. She had done it first, after all. He was so high up her thighs he could feel the warmth of her pussy, and he eventually reached the pump of her underwear. Her only reaction was a small gasp as he pressed his fingers in the spot right between her legs. He used his fingers to move up and down along the slit, pressing as hard as possible on top of the two layers of material.
She looked up at him with a slightly glazed look and said, “I guess we’re doing this, huh?”
“I don’t really know what I’m doing.” He admitted.
“Where’s your bedroom?” She asked, and when he nodded upwards, she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs, entering the first door she saw on the right.
She let his hand go and pulled her shirt off, revealing a white sports bra pushing her breasts together. “You have such a nice body.” He commented, making her blush slightly. He followed her lead, and took his black v-neck shirt off as well. He lifted her up and dropped her onto the bed, the image of his wife flashing in his head only for a second before he placed his lips on hers.
She gave a little whimper as she opened her lips to him, letting him in as he pushed his tongue into her. She was reactive, and pushed her own tongue against his as they began to swirl it together. He situated himself between her legs, and pushed it apart so his crotch was as tight against hers as he could possibly make it. Gods, it had been a while since he had had sex with anyone, and it felt so good to feel these sensations again, especially with someone so willing to accept all that he was giving.
She moaned particularly loudly into his mouth as he ground hard against her, feeling his cock push against her lips. He knew it wasn’t enough anymore, having so many layers of fabric between them. He moved away from her mouth and began kissing down her neck, reaching down to remove his pants as well as her own. He pushed her panties aside to push a finger against her cunt, and groaned as he felt how wet she was. His wife had never been as receptive to him as this. “You’re so wet already.” He said.
She gave him a shy laugh, “it’s been a while for me. I’m feeling so much more sensitive than usual.”
“Me too.” He agreed, and pulled her panties off. She had a small bush, matching the color of her hair. He immediately wanted to taste it. He moved down, and pushed his head into her crotch as she gasped in shock. She didn’t push him away, though. Instead, she opened her legs up wider for him to access. “You also smell delicious.” He grinned into her.
“Fuck, you’re turning me on so much.” She replied.
“Good.” He said before pressing his tongue against her clit. She moaned and grabbed onto his head, holding him still. He loved how greedy she was. He let her pull him closer as he gave her clit another lick, then put it in his mouth for a particularly hard suck.
“Oh gods, stop teasing me.” She demanded. He listened, and adjusted to use his hands to spread her lips apart as he began to flick his tongue over and over. He explored different ways of giving her pleasure, first swirling his tongue around and then giving it quick flicks. He quickly figured out what made her moan and grab his hair the most, and it gave him enormous satisfaction he could still give a woman the pleasure she deserved.
She groaned his name, and said, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” She was already producing more fluids onto his face, which he lapped up eagerly. He wasn’t lying, it tasted amazing.
“Cum. Don’t hesitate.” He said, before going back into pussy. He pushed a finger into her without asking, which made her moan and squeeze him. She already felt so tight around his one finger, and even tighter as he began to push in and out of her matching his tongue perfectly. She began to thrust into him, not able to control her body any longer.
“It’s cumming!” She announced, before he felt her tighten completely then let loose at once, grabbing onto his hair and humping him like her life depended on it. She cried out as her pussy produced more juices than ever before, and he eventually leaned back in satisfaction, watching his handiwork.
“It’s good to know I can still make women orgasm this hard.” He grinned, and put his finger in his mouth. She watched, completely transfixed as she panted on the bed.
He moved in between her again, this time completely naked but sporting a condom. “Are you ready?” He asked.
“I’m even more sensitive now that I’ve came.” She admitted, biting her lip.
“I’ll try to be gentle.” He said, and opened her wide again before pushing his way in. Her pussy let him in eagerly from how wet she was, and she moaned as he spread her apart fully.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” She announced as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
He couldn’t help but nod his agreement, as he pulled out of her and slammed back in. They fucked each other senseless, with both grabbing and pulling each other as they tried to feel as much as possible. He groaned loudly and unabashedly, not caring if the neighbors or anyone else could hear them. His only thought was how tight and wet she was around his cock.
“I’m going to cum.” He announced.
“Yes, cum inside me.” She moaned, barely able to get her words out.
He did so, feeling his balls tighten as he fell apart, calling her name out as he pounded into her mercilessly. It took him a while before he could calm down again, though he eventually did, pulling back out as he slumped onto the bed.
“That was…” He started.
“The best sex ever?” She grinned. “Agreed.”
He couldn’t help but grin back. “I hope it isn’t too weird if I ask you to come back.”
She nodded. “I thought that was obvious.”
They spent the next few minutes lying next to each other, both not saying much as he stroked her hair. They eventually got up and packed her stuff up, and he had to give her a reluctant hug goodbye as they exchanged numbers.
He would talk to his wife tonight, and the rest of his life would now be up to him to decide. He was feeling better already.