And opens the front door.

As she entered the door, her phone began buzzing. It was John! She quickly collected herself and answered the phone.

"Hey John." Samantha said.

"Hey babe. How's your day off been?"

"It's been alright thanks. Just relaxing." Samantha said, obviously omitting what had just happened. "How's work been?"

"Oh the usual. Busy and soul crushing at least at the moment haha. Hey, listen. I called the plumber to fix the issue in the kitchen today. He said he'll be there in about half an hour. You're at home right?"

"Oh right!" Samantha said, a little surprised but quickly said, "yep I'm at home. I'll be happy to let him in. He already knows what the issue is."

"Okay awesome! Thanks babe, see you soon. Bye!" John said as he hung up the phone.

Samantha began cleaning up around the house to kill time and keep her mind off of what just happened. Though, admittedly, it was already tidy. Her mind raced and she was still undoubtedly horny. But she'd take care of that after the plumber was gone.

The last time they had the plumber visit, he mentioned that the kitchen plumbing had been installed in an unusual way which is what was causing the frequent blockages. John must've intended him to fix that for them.

The doorbell rang and Samantha hurried to let the man in. He was a middle-aged gentleman, scruffy, and smelled of hard work. He was basically exactly what she imagined a plumber to look like.

Samantha led him through to the kitchen again and pointed out the plumbing, which, of course, he was already familiar with.

"This'll take some time. I'll have to turn off the water supply, so no bathroom until this is done." He told her in a gruff voice.

"Sure, no problem." Samantha chimed in response with a smile, then she idly stood around while the man worked.

"It'll probably take an hour." He squinted at her.

"Mhmm no problem." She nodded her understanding. The man lightly shook his head and muttered under his breath.

"Okay well if you want to help again." He shrugged.

Samantha stayed in the kitchen with the plumber to help whenever he needed, handing him tools and such. She felt more comfortable when she was helping, though, truthfully, she was probably being more distracting. It was a difficult position to help. Samantha needed to reach over the kitchen bench to pick out his tools while he worked under the sink. She eventually stood over him while he worked under her, which she told herself was just being efficient. Though, she realised that this would also give the man a view up her skirt.

Truthfully, she found the idea to be a turn on, though she would never admit that to herself. She buried the thought as well as she could, though flashes of her imagination invoked an image of the man staring up her skirt. It make her squirm. Adding to the heat already in her loins since the morning.

"Wrench." He barked. Samantha quickly passed him what he asked for.

"The bigger wrench." He sighed.

"Oh, right." She swapped the tools to hand him the bigger option. He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Uh... You're..." He began to say.

"Y-yes?" She looked down at him and smiled bashfully. He peered at her curiously then resumed his work.

"And I'm gonna need that lubricant." He requested in a quieter voice. Samantha spotted the tube and reached forward to grab what he asked for, then flinched as she felt a rough hand on her upper thigh.

"U-um. Hey, w-what are you doing?" She asked hesitantly, frozen to the spot.

"I'm doing you a favour." He replied and ran his hand up even higher. Samantha flinched again as the man's fingers brushed against her panties.

"You're touching my panties." She told him, as if he'd made some mistake.

"I know that. And you know what else I know? I can see a wet patch." He grinned. Samantha felt her cheeks burning.

"That's... that's not what you think!" She gasped as he pulled her panties aside, then she bit her lip as she felt his fingers brush against her womanhood and what felt like a cold wet gel. He rubbed it over her labia.

"Oh- h-hah. That's my..." Samantha struggled to speak up. She closed her eyes as his fingers slowly pressed into her.

"You swallowed my fingers right up. You must really want it, huh?" He told her with a smirk.

"N-no, I don't." She denied, but her body didn't. She trembled as he slowly fingered her.

"No? Then tell me, why didn't you step away?" He quizzed her. Samantha struggled to answer. She definitely could have easily moved away from him.

Samantha blinked as the plumber's fingers came squelching out of her. He got to his feet and towered over Samantha, who stumbled back against the kitchen bench and peered up at him with fear and something that felt a lot like excitement.

"Bend over the bench." He barked at her.

"U-um..." Samantha hesitated.

She flinched as he put a heavy hand on her shoulder and spun her around, then bent her over the bench. She closed her eyes and let out a slow, shaking breath, then she inhaled sharply as the man's fingers once again found her womanhood.

"Ohh!" She gasped as he rubbed her.

"You're properly soaked now. Are you still going to deny you wanted this?" She could hear the grin in his voice.

"I...I didn't mean to." Samantha bit her lip and did her best to try and remain composed despite the overwhelming desire. She could feel her hot wetness between her legs, and the man's coarse hands were making her ache for more.

"Liar. You were trying to seduce me. Standing over my face in that tiny skirt. What, is your husband not giving you enough attention?" He laughed a bark-like laughter, then plunged two fingers inside her.

"My h-husband." Samantha closed her eyes tightly as she tried to defend John, though she couldn't keep a straight mind. She did her best to resist, but she couldn't help but cum on the man's fingers. She let out a long gasp as she felt her wetness run down her leg.

"You want the main course don't you?" He stopped rubbing her. Samantha let out a long, shaking breath, but didn't move. She heard him undo his belt, then unzip his pants. Still, she stayed put. It was for her own good. Though, the real reason was because she wanted to feel him inside her. He was right.

She flinched and gasped as the man's thick cock rubbed against her soaking pussy. She shivered and let out a long gasp as his rod entered her; his grip tightened on her hips as he pushed inside. Samantha came immediately from the single thrust.

"Oh, you naughty girl. Cumming already?" He laughed again as he began to thrust. Samantha moaned with each thrust, unable to contain her desires.

"Now you're starting to sound a little more honest." He growled as he grabbed Samantha by the hair and yanked her back.

"Ohh!" She flinched from the sudden pain, and gasped as he continued to fuck her. She felt helpless, though it was a convenient feeling for her. She had no option but to fuck the man, which, coincidentally, was the only thing she wanted to do.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He growled in her ear. Samantha bit her lip as he closed a hand around her neck. It wasn't tight, but she felt constrained. She spasmed again as she came on his cock.

"Ohh f-fuck!" She gasped as she rocked back against him.

"Cumming again? You naughty slut!" He leaned back and fucked her even harder.

Samantha's mind went blank from the sensation. His cock pressed against her g-spot and she unconsciously reached down to rub her clit. His hands tightened around her neck and Samantha pushed against his hands until she struggled to breath. She didn't know why, but the sensation was making her cum endlessly. Her eyes rolled back as she bucked against the man's cock, then she leaned back to gulp in a breath of air. She spasmed and came again. With that orgasm, something in Samantha finally snapped.

"F-fuck me harder!" She begged, for the first time, being honest with herself.

"You're finally sounding like the slut you are! I bet your husband hasn't fucked you like this before." He grinned and yanked back her hair again. He was right.

"N-no he doesn't." Samantha admitted. Nor did it seem like he could satisfy her again.

"Hah, the poor guy. Don't worry, I'll fuck you properly like any slut would want." His grip tightened again as his speed picked up.

"I'm gonna cum!" He announced to her. Samantha grinded into him, which was all she could do. She leaned into his **** until her vision began to fade, then gulped in a lungful of air just as he came inside her.

Samantha gasped and spasmed as she came on him, just as she felt him pump her full of hot cum. He growled and grunted as he slowly thrusted his cock, sure to leave every drop of cum inside her, then he pulled out. A moan escaped her lips as he pulled out of her and stepped back. She remained bent over the bench, shivering.

"If only all my visits turned out this way." The man sighed as he pulled his pants up and began to pack his tools. Samantha looked at him.

"Um. The plumbing..." Samantha asked, unsure.

"Hmm? Now why would I mess up a good repeat business client by properly fixing the problem?" He smirked.

"Give me a call if it blocks again. For you, no charge. So long as we can work out other arrangements." He said as he walked out, leaving her there to clean up.

As Samantha was wiping herself down, she realised she needed a script for birth control. Not for her husband, but what she was doing behind her husbands back. She organised the rest of the day to run errands and also purchase birth control which she began taking.