It was the beginning of the pandemic. Everyone stuck at home. The house crowded with my 3 kids, 2 dogs, and my husband, all needing me to do 1000 things a day to keep them all happy. I was just getting breakfast ready when Hubby informed me that there was no more hot water. At first I figured he meant that everyone had showered that morning, but no, as it turned out the hot water heater was dead, and I was the only one who didn't get to shower yet that morning.

He had already arranged to take the kids to his parents for the weekend, and I was supposed to stay home ... his attempt to save my sanity by taking the kids (and pups) out of my hair for a few days...little did he know. Its not that we were unhappily married, just that after 20 years together, everything had just become routine (and rare). Needless to say at 39 I was hungry for a lot more than he was delivering.

As I finished serving breakfast, and sat to eat with everyone, he went off to try and find a plumber who could come out that day potentially to fix. After 3 or 4 calls he finally arranged for one to come around noon that day, gave me the details, told me to make sure they replaced with a 50 Gal and preferably something High Efficiency (whatever that means) and gas not electric. And then told me not to pay more than $3K without calling and talking to him about if first.

I nodded along to his instructions. Even wrote some of the details down, because I was certain I wouldn't remember, and then helped get everyone packed and loaded into the minivan to see them off. They had a two hour drive to PA from our house in Maryland, and hubby intended to stop in Gettysburg on the way to show the kids (he is a history buff and loves a battlefield).

I was only about 10am when they left, and I was still dressed in a bathrobe and my nightie from the night before, having expected to shower before dressing. I went upstairs to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, hoping there might be a little hot water left, but it was running ice cold. I splashed a little on my face, wet my hair down, and wiped under my arms and between my thighs with a cold wet wash cloth ... a whore's bath as my mother used to call it.

Depressed at not being cleaner, I plunked down on my bed, stared at the ceiling and started wondering how my life had become so empty and boring. The TV was on, but I was barely paying attention, and in the silence of the newly empty house, I found myself drifting back to sleep.. a luxury I hadn't been able to enjoy since March of 2020.

The doorbell was ringing. I woke up startled and groggy, to the loud bong of our chime. I hurried down the stairs without thinking, and ran to the door. Opening it I saw a short slightly balding and heavyset man walking down my driveway and back to his van. Hurry's Plumbing it read down the side.

"Hello" I called out, a little louder than I intended. He turned towards me. He had a cute little goatee and a perfect smile. I was waving at him, and as he started coming closer, the grin on his face informed me that I was still in my robe, with a short black silk spaghetti strap nightgown on and nothing else. The nightie barely covered my crotch, and was intended to tease my husband (not that he noticed anymore). I'm not sure what he did and didn't see at that point, but he definitely got enough of peak of something to paint that grin on his face.

Slightly embarrassed, I gathered my robe together and tied it, before extending my hand to greet him.

"Sorry" I said, "I fell back asleep. I assume your the one my husband called about the hot water?"

"Yes Ma'am" he replied, in a sweet drawl. "My name's Tim" he said, still grinning. He had beautiful green eyes that seemed to be taking me all in. I knew I was blushing, and his wandering gaze was causing me to blush a little more, but it was also stirring something inside me. In the 20 years we had been married I had never once considered cheating on my husband, though I had never really had much opportunity either. But now, as his eyes traveled down to my toes and back up to my chest, I was enjoying entertaining the idea.

I stepped back from the doorway, and held the door open.

"I guess you had better come in then" I said, and he brushed passed me and into the house. I pointed to the basement door and said "It's through there, downstairs, my husband said something about the thermostat being bad maybe, but I have no idea. Just know that there was no more hot water this morning"

He smiled pleasantly, walked to the door, opened it and headed down the stairs. I stood watching him a moment, considering my circumstances, and closing the front door, called after him "Would you care for a cup of coffee or anything? I'm making some for myself"

He called back something from the basement but I could understand him. And headed to the kitchen to put on a pot. Standing in the kitchen I could feel a wetness growing between my thighs and a warmth running through my belly. "How long has it been since I felt like that" , I wondered to myself... "Too long" was the answer from my brain... "Too long". As I wondered I found myself absently playing with the knot on my robe belt, that I had only just cinched up at the door.

I could hear his footsteps coming back up the stairs. "Defintely not the thermostat" he said, "I need to grab a few things" and he headed back out the front door to his van. As he walked out, there were 1000 thoughts racing through my head, but the one that came through loudest told me to "go for it" and without another through I undid the belt on my robe again and let it fall open completely.

As he came trundling back inside carrying a bucket in one hand and a tool back in the other, I turned to face him, watching to make sure he got a nice view of me again. The grin that returned to his face told me he did, and I said softly "Did you say yes to coffee?"

His eyes were full on me now. Down to my feet, up along my long legs and back to my chest. He smiled sweetly and said "I wouldn't say no to coffee"

"Okay" I replied pleasantly and turned back to the counter. "It's nearly ready, I'll bring it down if you like? How do you take it?"

"Plenty of cream and sugar" came the reply, and though I didn't look back I could hear him plodding back down the stairs with his tools. I was fully flushed now, warm from my thighs to my belly, and could feel my heart beating in my throat. It had been so long since anyone had looked at me with that much lust, and it was intoxicating.

When the coffee was ready, I poured two cups, my hands shaking so much I had to use both to avoid spilling all over the counter. I added the cream and sugars to both and grabbing the mugs started walking toward the basement door. There was now a steady stream of wetness running down my inner thighs and my legs were wobbly as I walked. I made it down the first half flight to the landing and had to pause a moment to calm myself. Then down the other half flight, and into the basement. My husband had spent the first 3 years of our marriage finishing the basement off, and it had served for years as a playroom for the kids and a workshop for him. It was a domain I rarely entered, and almost never cleaned.

I was a bit of a mess in the kids corner. Toys piled on the couch, Legos all over the floor. Between the kids area and the workshop, was a small closet that contained the hot water heater. There was just enough room in there to fit the heater and the man, and not much else. He was on his hands and knees with a flashlight investigating something when I saw him.

"Find the problem yet?" I croaked... finding it hard to catch my breath for some reason. He was slightly startled and as he looked up at me I realized he was looking directly at my thighs, my nightie barely covering my thick bush, and without really thinking I stepped my left leg out just a little so he might catch a little peak of me. And then stepping closer too him, I leaned forward to offer him one of the mugs, hoping he might see down my nightie just a bit. The widening grin on his face told me he must have.

He took the mug slowly from my hand. Sat back on his feet, still kneeling, and looked up towards me. Eyes wide, smiling, he sipped at the coffee, and then said

"So I don't think its a major problem. I think its just the thermocouple, should have you fixed pretty quickly!" He was staring at my crotch as he said it, and i could feel a now steady stream of wetness running down my legs, past my knees. I'm certain he could see it in the half light of the basement.

I sipped at my coffee nervously. "Oh is that all? So easy fix then? My husband seemed to think we might need to replace the whole thing?"

I took as step back from the door of the closet, and turn my back to him a moment to clear some of the clutter off the corner of the sofa. He was explaining about the repair as I absentmindedly cleared myself a space and then turning back towards him, I daintly sat down on the sofa, carefully pressing my legs together like a good girl as I sat. Making sure his eyes were full on me as I did so. Then as he began to speak again, I gently spread them apart, giving him a full on view of my hairy wet bush, and then crossed my legs "ala sharon stone".

As I did, he let out an involuntary groan, and eyes locked on my knees he stared at me a few moments, clearly unsure what might happen next. I am a tall woman, 5'10, and he was barely 5'6 standing. But now, me sitting, him kneeling we were nearly eye to eye. He was talking but I really wasn't listening. Instead my attention had begun to focus on the growing bulge that was slowly becoming visible beneath his coveralls.

I smiled pleasantly, taking another sip of my coffee.

"So how much is that going to be?" I asked

"Umm? Which? To fix the thermocouple? or to replace the heater?" he asked a bit surprised, perhaps realizing I hadn't really been listening to him.

He started again on his spiel about the different costs, time it would take, etc. Basically could do either but to replace would take longer and obviously be more expensive. He then asked if I knew how old the heater was, and I said I didn't but that it had been new with the house when we bought it 16 years earlier.

As he was speaking again, I slowly uncrossed and then recrossed my legs again, just to make sure I had his attention. "Whatever you recommend" I said, "You're the expert. Only I promised my husband no to spend more than 3K without talking to him. Do you think you can do for that?" I ask sweetly

"I..." he started, stumbling a bit now, as I again crossed and recrossed my no soaked thighs. "I.. think I can ummm... work something out for you". The bulge in his crotch was becoming too thick not to notice, and it was clearly making him uncomfortable in his still kneeling position.

He set the mug on the floor, and pushed against the wall to stand up. He was clearly quite strong, his arms all sinew and muscles bulging as he pushed. His knees seemed to give him a little trouble, and as he come to stand up fully again the bulge in his pants was making a full tent. Behind the buttons of his coverall it looked enormous and seemed to be quivering a little. My eyes locked onto it, hungrily. My brain trying to imagine what it might look like.

He was rather handsome in this light. Slightly balding on top, with a short crew cut greying slightly at the sides.. Slender face, bright green eyes, white teeth, the short little goatee. Other than the little beer gut and his shorter stature he was quite striking.

"So here's the thing" he started, placing his hands in his pockets in a slightly embarrassed manner, though his face didn't reflect it. As he did it made his bulge grow tighter against the coverall buttons. "I can sell you the heater for $2800, that's my cost. But normally I would charge another $1000 for the install, and I'm going to need to run back to the shop to pick up the correct unit. So its going to be a few hours before you'd be able to shower"

I had been obviously staring at his crotch. Not even trying to shyly hide it. I realized my mouth was hanging open a little, drooling. I sat up straight and lifted my gaze to meet his.

"Perhaps" I said, voice croaking a little again as I struggled to catch my breath. "Perhaps you could give me some kind of a discount?" As I said it I set down my mug on the table next to the sofa, leaned forward and started to stand up slowly. My eyes on his. I let the robe fall from my shoulders as I did, exposing my nightgown. It had a plunging neck line and a loose fit that often left my nipples slightly exposed. And i could feel they were pushing to escape as i stood.

He was staring at me. Mouth a bit agape. Frozen. I stepped towards him, letting one of the straps fall down my shoulder. My right breast now almost fully exposed to him, my large areolae definitely peeking out above the silk. Another two steps and I was standing again in the door frame, towering over him a bit, I definitely had his attention.

"Here's the thing" I said, "I really, desperately, need a hot, wet shower, as soon as possible." It came out sultry and in a deeper tone than I usually have, emphasizing the 'hot' and 'wet'. "So lets do this, get the thermo thingy fixed as soon as possible for me as quick as you can and I will be truly... grateful. And while you do that I will see if I can convince my husband to replace the heater"

I smiled coyly as I said it, and stepped back, suddenly becoming a little self conscious. Since he had walked in the door, my brain had been full of lustful thoughts, but now I was feeling guilty. This was the first man in nearly two decades to see me even slightly naked. Suddenly I was nervous and worried hubby would be home any minute, even though I knew he would be gone till Sunday night, and it was only Friday.

I gathered myself, and took another step back. The plumber had been nearly leaned up against the heater in the tight space, and his bulge was nearly pressing against me before I backed up. It appeared to have grown even more now as I looked at it. My head was swimming and I barely caught it as he said.

"Give me 20 minutes and I promise will be as hot and wet as you can handle"

He had a huge grin now on his face, and he seemed to be hold a bit of a Superman pose the his elbows out. His bulge was straining the buttons of his coverall now, in a mildly impressive manner.

"What am I getting myself into" I wondered in my head. While at the same time imagining what must be hiding under those buttons.

I stumbled slightly on my next back step. But caught myself and then, turned daintily on my toes like a practiced ballerina, bent all the way over at the waist, completely exposing my ample ass and sloppy wet vagina, paused a moment while I picked up my robe from the floor where it had fallen, glancing back to make sure he was getting a good full view of my hairy wet holes, smiled, stood back up and strode away from him slowly without looking but certain his eyes were all over me.

"Hurry up then" I called, almost rudely, "I really need to be hot and wet soon" I said, as I ascended the stairs. By the time i had turned the corner my knees began to shake. And i nearly ran out of breath on the last few words. I had to hold the railing and steady myself as I would up the stairs. My heart pounding in my chest. And a steady stream running down my thighs, past my knees and into my socks.

I nearly passed out out the kitchen counter. I was dizzy, and nervous and excited and feeling guilty as hell, even though I really hadn't done anything... yet