Vivian paced nervously, the leaky pipe in her bathroom a constant reminder of her husband's neglect. When the plumber, a rugged man named Dimitri, arrived, she couldn't help but notice the intensity in his eyes. He was tall, muscular, and radiated a raw sensuality that made her skin prickle.
"The leak seems simple enough," Dimitri said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He started to work, but Vivian found herself watching him, her mind wandering. She hated that her husband wasn't capable of fixing things around the house or of satisfying her desires in bed.
Dimitri turned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Is there anything else I can fix, Vivian?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her lips. A thrill shot through her. She’d been craving something… different.
"Maybe... maybe you can fix my boredom," she whispered, stepping closer. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. It was a sloppy blowjob to start, a prelude to the main event. Her braces clinked against his hardening cock.
He led her to the bedroom, his hands exploring her body with a confidence that made her ache. He laid her on the bed and began to worship her hairy ass. He started with gentle kisses, then moved to a more insistent girlsrimming session, the taste of her own juices intoxicating him. Vivian moaned, arching her back as the sensations overwhelmed her. It was an asshole fetish she didn't know she had.
Next, Dimitri turned her over, his fingers teasing her before plunging deep inside. The sex was rough and kinky, exactly what she craved. Dimitri, with his understanding of plumbing, gave her the deepest prostate massage she'd ever experienced. As she came in a raw, messy orgasm, Dimitri whispered, "Problem solved, Mrs. Jones. No more leaks."
This incident, of course, was going to be their little secret...
