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I’m gonna go dry off, change, and I’ll be back."
After she’d left the room, I relaxed a bit. Leaning against the counter, I took slow breaths, trying to calm myself. My thoughts wondered back a few minutes. Belle, standing there, bent over, her ass covered by barely a wisp of clothing. Then her breasts, full and rounded, nipples erect. I shook my head, clearing the images of her. Time to get to work.
I had the faucet line off in a matter of seconds. I inspected it, turning it over, looking for signs of wear. It looked to be a new line, and in good shape, except for the clean slice in it. ‘Oh, well,’ I thought, ‘I’m sure Dave’s got a replacement in the garage.’ I went out and after just a few minutes, found a brand new line under his workbench. ‘Dave the packrat’, I thought.’ ‘Good man.’ Dave was a packrat, kept everything, but kept it all neat too. "Boy definitely spends too much time in the garage," I laughed as I headed back in. I slipped the new line on, grabbed the wet/dry vac from the garage, and sucked up all the water on the kitchen floor. After taking the vacuum back, and drying up the moisture from the rest of the countertop, I was ready to turn the water back on.
"Belle, I’m going out to turn the water back on. Can you come in and watch for any leaks?" I hollered down the hallway towards her closed bedroom door.
"Be right there, Brett. Just one sec," she answered.
I waited by the door, and, true to her word, it was just a few seconds. She came into the kitchen wearing a short white bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her head. She smiled, then done a quick spin. "Better," she asked.
I started to say no, but thought better of it. I answered, simply saying "Definitely drier, I’ll bet." She giggled, then kneeled down to look under the counter, checking my work.
"Just keep and eye on the line, and when I turn the water on, if it’s leaking, holler so we don’t have a mess again. Got it?" I asked.
"Got it."
I went outside, turned the main line on, and waited. After a few seconds of not hearing anything, I went back in, wondering if it was leaking. As I entered the kitchen, I got the shock of my life! Belle was kneeled down in front of the sink cabinet, ass high in the air, looking underneath. Her short robe had ridden up on her hips, exposing her beautiful ass and shaved snatch to me. I said nothing, just stood there, staring, my mouth hanging open. I could feel my cock begin to harden, as she shifted before me. Suddenly, she glanced back, and a smile crossed her lips. She wiggled her ass just a bit as she popped up, turning to face me. Her robe was fully open now, her firm breasts and still erect nipples fully exposed. Her pussy was entirely shaved, the lips engorged and full. I realized as I leered at her that I was holding my breath, waiting for her reaction.
"No leak, Brett. Looks like you fixed it. But I think I’ve got another leak that needs attention, if you know what I mean," she said, still smiling. I was dumbfounded! Here was my friends wife, naked in front of me, coming on to me. I didn’t say a word, nor waste any time. I moved forward, my hands reaching forward. She moved into me, her hands grasping mine and guiding them around her, resting them on her bare ass as she covered my mouth with hers. We kissed, softly at first, then more aggressively. My hands kneaded her ass, pulling her groin into mine, my now fully hard cock pressing through my jeans. Her arms went around me, one hand on the back of my neck, her other sliding down to my ass, pulling me into her. Our tongues entertwined as we groped each other. Finally, I pulled back, and reaching under her arms, lifted her up to sit on the counter. My mouth moved forward, kissing her lightly, then drifting down, placing light kisses down her neck. I moved one hand up to cover her breast, my thumb rubbing across her nipple as I caressed it. My other hand moved downward, gently rubbing the outside of her thigh, then moving inside. I continued to kiss downward, finally reaching her breast. I took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue across it, before lightly sucking on it. She moaned, throwing her head back as her hand moved up the back of my neck, absently massaging it as I suckled her breast. My hand moved inside her thigh, sliding down, feeling her wetness. I ran my finger down between her lips, slowly, then sliding it inside, and pulling back out. I increased my pressure on her nipple as I slowly began to finger-fuck her, sliding in and out, occasionally up to slide across her clit before slipping back down into her again. She moaned louder, moving her hand up to force my head down. I let her, gliding my tongue between her breasts and continuing downward, over her slim belly, then her navel. I slipped my tongue into her bellybutton, and heard her giggle as her stomach tightened. I slipped my finger out of her, and slid both hands under her legs, and back to her ass. Gently pulling her forward, I let my tongue continue its journey down to her pussy. I lift her legs slightly, to allow better access to her. My tongue starts at the top of her lips, flicking quickly, making her jump just a bit. I slide over her clit, just beginning to fully emerge from its curtain of cover. I circle it, hearing her moan with pleasure. Just barely touching her pussy lips, I glide farther down, reaching the bottom, then plunging my tongue into her, quickly come back up, my tongue dancing inside of her, hitting both sides as it travels. As I reach her fully protruded clit, I flick it softly, then more forcefully, banging it side to side. She groans, and grabbing my head, pulls me into her, forcing my tongue to slip back down and deep inside her cunt. Her wetness covers me, and her scent fills my nostrils. She raises her legs a bit, allowing her to cross her ankles behind my head, forcing me farther into her. My tongue goes crazy, lapping at her pussy, capturing her juices and creating more. I slip back to her clit, and gently bite it, rubbing it between my teeth as she thrashes on my face. She pulls me farther into her, and I know she’s about to come. I increase the pressure on her clit, increasing the speed of my tongue some more.
"Oh, God. Yesss. Ohhh, yess… right there….Uhhhhh …….Ohhh, mmmmm…………" she screams out, her legs wrapped tightly around my head. "Ohh….I’m coming …… please….Ohhh."
She stops thrashing, locking her body into position. She grabs my hair, and forces her pussy forward. My tongue plunges deep into her as her juices flood my face, tongue, nose – everything. She moans loudly, her body convulsing slightly from her orgasm. She slowly relaxes, releasing the pressure on my head. I begin lapping at her juices covering her mound, slowly and deliberately covering every inch. I didn’t want to waste a bit. Her breathing becomes more normal, and her hand runs through my hair again, softly guiding me where she wanted to. She leans back, drained from her excitement. Her hands fall, and I spread her legs wider, allowing better access. I lick at her juices for just a bit more, then pull back, admiring the view. Her pussy lays open, glistening from the mixture of my saliva and her juices. I looked up to her face, and she smiles, pure satisfaction in her eyes.
"Sorry, Belle. I think I just made the leak worse," I joked, smiling back at her from between her legs.
She laughs meekly, unable to reply.
(…to be continued)
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