Tatti had been having a hard time lately—the kitchen sink was leaking again, and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stop the steady drip. Her husband had finally arranged for a plumber to come over and fix it properly. Now she was on the phone with him, waiting for the doorbell, listening to his warm voice tell her how much he was looking forward to coming home and seeing her later.

The doorbell rang. Tatti smoothed her top, walked over, and opened the door. The plumber stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, tools in hand.

“Yes, right this way,” she said, leading him to the kitchen.

He set his tools down, knelt on the floor, and got straight to work. Tatti lingered nearby, intending to offer him a drink, but as he adjusted his position under the sink, her eyes drifted downward. There was an unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his work trousers. Thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning. He noticed.

He gave a low chuckle, palming himself through the fabric. “Don’t worry,” he said casually. “Wives always look... especially when the husband’s not around.”

Tatti’s breath caught. She felt suddenly shy, exposed, yet unable to move. He rose to his feet and stepped closer. Without a word he took her hand and guided it to the front of his trousers.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Feel it. No one will know.”

Her fingers trembled as they traced the thick outline. Even through the material she could tell he was far bigger than she’d expected—bigger than her husband, bigger than anything she’d ever wrapped her hand around. A quiet gasp escaped her.

He didn’t rush her. He simply watched her face as she explored him, then slowly lowered his trousers revealing his huge veiny c*ck. Her hand returned to him instinctively, stroking the heavy length in quiet awe.

Tatti’s mind flickered to her husband, to the phone c*ll, to how sweet he’d sounded—but the pulsing heat in her palm removed any doubt.

“Get on your knees,” he said

She sank down without hesitation, eyes locked on his c*ck. She stroked him slowly, admiring every thick inch, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as her lips stretched around him.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “I bet you’ve never had the back of your throat properly f*cked before.”

She tried to take more, eager, sloppy, lost in the moment—until she caught the glint of his phone angled down toward her.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “Got you wanking me off on camera. And if you don’t want your husband seeing this, you’re going to look right at the lens and admit two things: my c*ck is bigger than his... and his is tiny.”

Tatti’s heart hammered. She glanced at the phone, then back at him. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ll do it... but please don’t show anyone.”

She faced the camera. “Your c*ck is so much bigger than my husband’s,” she said clearly. “His... his is tiny compared to yours.”

The plumber grinned, satisfied, and pocketed the phone. Then he gripped her hair gently and guided her mouth back onto him, sliding deep until her throat fluttered around him.

As she worked him with desperate focus, her phone vibrated on the counter. A loving text from her husband: *Can’t stop thinking about you. Home soon. Love you so much ??*

The plumber read it and laughed darkly, hips rocking forward, f*cking her throat with steady rhythm while her husband’s sweet words glowed on the screen.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti was gasping, lips swollen, eyes glassy. He didn’t give her long to recover. He bent her over the kitchen counter, tugged her panties down in one swift motion, and pressed the thick head of his c*ck against her soaking p*ssy.

She was already soaked. He slid in with one long, deep thrust, stretching her wider than before. Tatti’s eyes rolled back; a sharp, moan tore from her throat as her body clenched around the sudden fullness. She cummed almost instantly, trembling hard.

He didn’t slow down. He f*cked her firmly, deeply, each stroke bringing another whimper from her lips.

Her phone rang—her husband again.

She froze. The plumber didn’t. He kept thrusting steadily while she fumbled to answer.

“H-hello?” she managed, voice shaky.

“Hey, babe,” her husband said cheerfully. “You okay? You sound out of breath.”

“I’m—ah—I’m fine,” she gasped as another hard thrust rocked her forward. “Just... just moving some stuff.”

He sounded doubtful. “You sure? You’re making funny noises.”

“I—I have to go,” she blurted, hanging up in a panic.

The plumber laughed again, lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop, spread her thighs wider, and slide back inside her.

The phone rang once more.

This time the plumber reached over, b*lls deep in his wife, and answered.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly. “Your wife’s been a huge help. Really great woman you’ve got.”

Her husband laughed, pleased. “Thanks, man! Glad she’s looking after you. Everything going okay with the sink?”

“Couldn’t be better,” the plumber replied, f*cking her deep so Tatti had to bite her fist to stay quiet. “She’s been... very accommodating.”

They chatted for another few seconds—friendly, oblivious—before the plumber ended the c*ll with a polite “See you soon.”

He tossed the phone aside, gripped her hips, and f*cked her hard and fast until he groaned low and emptied himself deep inside her, pulse after thick pulse.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti stayed slumped on the counter, legs trembling, his c*m slowly leaking out of her. He dressed and left without another word.

Later, she managed to stumble to the living-room sofa. Naked, exhausted, still leaking.

The front door opened. Her husband stepped inside, smiling wide.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he called, then paused when he saw her on the couch. “Why are you... naked?”

Tatti gave a small, tired smile. “I was just so hot after all that... fixing stuff. The plumber did a great job, though. I told him we might need him back next week.”

Her husband beamed, c*mpletely unaware. “That’s a brilliant idea. Whatever you want, babe.”

Tatti feeling the slow drip between her thighs, and let him hold her—sweet, loving, and blissfully clueless.

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