My name is Alan Adair Anderson (Adair was my mother’s maiden name). My father was a plumber, working for the largest plumbing contractor in the city and made a damned good living at it.

I graduated in the upper 15% of my high school and could have gone to college on a scholarship, but I was pretty handy with my hands and decided that I wanted to be a plumber, like my dad. My dad was my hero and following in his footsteps was something I had been dreaming of since I was a little kid. My parents were a bit disappointed that I didn’t go to college, but dad was able to get me into the apprentice plumbing program and a few years later I was able to pass the requirements to get my license.

I didn’t want to work for someone else all my life; I was determined to go into business for myself, but not in the city. There were fifteen plumbing shops in the city and starting a new business would be futile. I worked all the overtime I could and saved every penny I could. When I had enough of a bank account I started looking around for a likely place to open my shop. I finally found just the right town. It was a small city of about 60,000 located some fifteen miles from the city. It was really a bedroom community and, what made it most attractive was that most of the residents were middle and upper management types, with a few widows thrown in for good measure, just the kind of people who didn’t do their own repair work, no matter how simple the repair was. Even fixing a leaky faucet was beneath them. I decided to name my new business AAA Plumbing for two reasons first AAA were my initials and second: because the phone book lists in alphabetical order and if someone else ever opened a shop there was a damned good chance that I’d have the first listing in the directory, under plumbing.

Fortunately, the town had a daily newspaper and, as soon as I was all set, I took out a large ad.

Less than a week after my ad first appeared I got my first customer. Mrs. Jean Alexander called and told me that the toilet in the master bath wouldn’t stop running. She sounded relieved when I told her I’d be right over.

I should tell you that at the time I was twenty-six years old and when Mrs. Alexander met me at the door I was dumfounded. I judged her to be in her mid forties (I later learned that she was forty-seven) and, up until that time at least, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her hair was coal-black, her eyes deep blue; she had a huge pair of tits (40EEE), a tiny waist and nicely flared hips. She had on a skirt that ended three or four inches above the knee; her legs were long and shapely. In words of one syllable she oozed ‘fuck me’ from ever pore of her marvelous body.

She took me to the master bath on the second floor, where I quickly identified the problem. While I made the necessary repairs, she stood close and watched what I was doing and asked frequent questions. That didn’t bother me, but she kept rubbing a tit against my arm or against my back. At first I thought it was accidental, but about the fourth time my pecker began to stir. Even though I knew that it was no accident, that she was mashing her tits against me, I wasn’t going to take the chance that she’d accuse me of sexual molestation, or attempted rape so I finished the job as quickly as possible, she paid me and I got the hell out of there. Business was better than I had expected and over the next two weeks I had plenty of plumbing repair jobs to keep me busy. Then, at the beginning of the third week Jean Alexander called to tell me that there was a leak under the kitchen sink.

I noticed two things about Jean Alexander’s dress when I arrived. First the blouse she was wearing was so tight that a sneeze would have sent the buttons ricocheting around the kitchen and, second, the skirt she had on was at least one or two inches shorter than the one she had worn on my previous visit.

I looked under the sink to assess the problem and determined that it was one of the cheap plastic valves, which the contractor had installed when he built the house. Those damned valves couldn’t be repaired and I recommended that we replace both valves with new brass ones. Mrs. Alexander agreed.

I got the necessary parts and tools from my truck and lay down under the sink and got started. Mrs. Alexander crouched beside my legs and watched as I went to work. I had only been at it for a couple of minutes when she said something. I raised my head and looked down over my body to ask her what she had said. I damned near swallowed my tongue! She had pulled her skirt up a couple of inches, her knees were parted and I was staring at the crotch of her silky pink panties.

Never in my life had I ever considered a woman over thirty as a suitable sex partner, but the sight of her panty-covered snatch awoke my sleeping prick and it started to grow. “Damn it!” I thought, “Stop staring at her pussy and get back to work.” I lowered my head and resumed the repair work. About that time I heard her exclaim, “Ooops!” and her hand came down on my thigh. “Sorry.” She said, “But I lost my balance.” She made no attempt to remove her hand from my leg and my cock sprang to full erection. And when she started to, slowly, move her hand up my leg I thought I’d cum on the spot. I was anxious to see what she’d do next, but when her hand was less than two inches from the head of my dick the damned phone rang.

Jean Alexander jumped up to answer the phone. I heard only one side of the conversation. Jean said, “Oh hello Cora dear, I’m so glad you called. I was about to call you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep our luncheon day today dear.”… “Oh no dear it’s nothing serious, it’s just that I have a leak under the kitchen sink and the plumber is here now.”… “Well he estimates that it will take at least an other hour.”… “Tell you what dear why don’t we postpone our luncheon until tomorrow?”… “Yes same time, one thirty at Tony’s.”… “Okay sweetheart I’ll see you then.” She was feeding Cora, whoever the hell Cora was, a line of bullshit! In the first place she hadn’t asked me how long I expected the job to take and if she had I’d have told her not more than half an hour, if that.

A few seconds later she was crouched beside me again. This time her hand came to rest on my shriveling dick and gave it a little squeeze, I lifted my head and couldn’t believe what I saw! She had pulled her skirt even higher and while she was on the phone she had removed her panties and I had a birds eye view of her hairy snatch! In an instant my cock was hard as nails and I heard her moan, “Ooooo, nice!”

With the tip of her finger she traced the length of my hard pecker. What she did next didn’t surprise me. After all any babe bold enough to grasp your dick is sure bold enough to open your fly and liberate your cock and that’s what she did. Jean wrapped her hand around the base and said, “Ohhh, Alan, it’s beautiful, so big and strong.” Then she started to stroke it slowly. I gasped, “Please Mrs. Alexander you make it very hard for me to concentrate and if you’ll just wait I’ll be through here in a couple of minutes.” She giggled and said, “Ohhh please don’t let me bother you and please call me Jean.” With her hand slowly stroking my prick I tried to hurry, but her next move brought my work to a complete stand still. I felt her kiss the head of my pecker and then felt her tongue slither over it. I raised my head to she that she was now on her knees and I saw the head of my cock disappear between her lips. I gasped, “Please, Jean, just let me get finished here and then we can play all you want.”

A few seconds later she let my throbbing cock slip out of her mouth. She looked at me and said, “Alan you must believe me. I’ve never done anything like this before, but you see, my husband is assistant vice president, where he works and he is intent on climbing the corporate ladder, as they say, and he regularly works eighty and ninety hour weeks and he has no time for us anymore. All he wants to do when he gets home is go to bed and sleep. It’s been that way for nearly a year now and, well, you must understand that I have needs and desires too.” I told her that I understood and went back to work. Less than a minute I felt something brush my leg and when I looked I saw that she had knelt astride me. She gripped my dick and lowered herself onto it. She sank down until the total length on my pleasure pole was prisoner in her hot, moist, velvet lined prison. Damn, in a few minutes I’d be finished with the repairs, if she’s just wait. But she didn’t wait. Instead she started rocking her hips, slowly, sliding my dick in and out of her neglected, overheated cunt. Then, a minute later, she cried, “Ouch!” I lifted my head and asked, “What’s wrong?” She giggled and replied, “It’s your damned zipper! It pulls.” I laughed and, with much difficulty, resumed to put the final touches on the repair. For her part she sat very still and exercised the muscles deep in her snatch. Just before I finished I said, “If you keep that up you’re gonna make me cum!” She stopped and just sat there, with my aching cock buried deep in her pussy.

At last I finished the job and said, “Okay, I’m all done here. How about letting me get up?” She sighed and slowly lifted herself of my meat spear. When I slid out from under the sink she took my hand and helped me to my feet. As soon as I stood she threw one arm around my neck and with her other hand she grabbed my root. After a long, tongue-probing kiss she said, “Come with me.” She picked up her panties from the kitchen counter and I followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom.

On the way up the stairs she took off her blouse and as soon as we entered the bedroom she said, “Unhook my bra please. After I had done that she turned to face me and, ohhhh so s-l-o-o-o-w-w-w-l-l-l-y slipped it off. My God I’d never seen a pair of tits to equal the pair of 40EEEs Jean Alexander sported! To be sure they drooped a little, but they were full and firm. For such a large set of jugs the areolas and nipples were surprisingly small. The deep pink areolas were about the size of a quarter and the nipples no bigger than the eraser on a pencil. She smiled as I ogled her massive tits and then she dropped her skirt. The dense, triangular pelt between her legs was as black as the hair on her head. The hair was long and straight and her legs were as long and shapely as I had guessed that they were.

She allowed me to gaze at her sexy body for a minute and then she stepped up to me and asked, “Don’t you think we’d better get you out of those clothes, so we can play?” I could only nod my head. She quickly stripped off the tee shirt I was wearing and went to work on my pants. When my pants were around my ankles she grabbed my prick, kissed me and asked, “How long has it been for you?” I felt my face redden, but never the less I answered, “About two months, I guess.” She grinned and said, “Well in that case you aren’t going to last long enough to do me any good so let’s see if we can’t do something about that.” She took my hand and led me to her king size bed and said, “Lay down.” I stretched out on the bed and after another passionate kiss she knelt between my legs and swallowed my cock. For a minute she was content to hold it deep in her mouth and slide her tongue up and down the shaft. Then her head began to move, slowly at first and then faster with each passing minute. Very soon her head was moving at lightning speed and in less than ten minutes I moaned, “Babe, if you keep that up you’ll make me cum!” My announcement had no effect on her and a few minutes later, I groaned, “Get ready, baby, here it cums!” When the first jet of molten hot, white cum hit the back of her throat she took my cum spewing pecker deep and applied strong suction. I felt her throat constrict as she swallowed my load and she held me deep in her hot mouth until my dick started to relax.

After she let my shrinking dick slip from her mouth she lay down and cuddled up to me and grasped my flaccid prick. I put an arm under her shoulders, pulled her tightly against me, kissed her and slid my free hand down her body and slipped two fingers into her tight, hot cunt. For a few minutes I slowly, pumped them in and out. Then curiosity got the better of me! I had to see if mature pussy smelled and tasted as good as the young stuff of my experience, so I pulled my fingers out and brought my hand to her tit. As I lowered my mouth to her luscious tit I inhaled deeply. The odor was as exciting and as intoxicating as any I had ever had the good fortune to smell. My fingers were covered with the juices from her pussy, so I coated her nipple with her juices and then took her tit into my mouth and lapped those juices up. For a few seconds, before swallowing, I savored the taste. She tasted every bit a sweet as the sweetest pussy I had ever eaten. At the same time Jean was squeezing and stroking my spent cock.

I don’t know how long it was before my dick began to recover, but when it was at half mast I decided to give her as much pleasure as she had given me. I released her tit from my mouth and knelt between her legs. For a few seconds I stared at her hairy, tight-lipped snatch before lowering my face to it. As I neared the pussy that her husband had been neglecting for so long I paused just long enough to take a deep breath. In addition to the wondrous aroma of her pussy I detected the smell of some sexy smelling perfume that she had dabbed into the triangular thicket of her muff. I lowered my face even farther and kissed her sex lips and she moaned, “Ohhh yesss baby kiss it.” That was more than enough encouragement for me; I spread the lips and tongued up the tasty pussy honey, which coated the inner surfaces of her snatch. Jean was moaning and when I sucked her clit into my mouth she cried, “Ohhh God yes! That’s it, that’s the spot!” I shouldn’t have to tell you that in seconds after my tongue began flashing over the sensitive little organ this horny married lady started cuming. I kept up my assault on her clit until my cock was as hard as iron. I knew that she wanted a good hard pecker buried in her pulsating cunt and I knew that she wasn’t going to wait much longer to get it there.

As I rose to my knees and she drew up her knees, giving me unrestricted access to her ravenous pussy. She smiled and said, “Ohhh yeah, baby, give it to me! I want to feel every wonderful inch!” I hadn’t had a piece of ass for so long that I found slow entry and slow stroking impossible. I rammed my cock in hard and fast and was soon fucking her the same way. Even so, thanks to the fantastic blowjob she had given me, it was a full fifteen minutes before I felt the need for release bubbling up in my groin. “Baby I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. My cock erupted showering her cunt and filling it to overflowing. I held my pecker in her warm haven just as long as I could and then we cuddled for another fifteen or more minutes. When I lay beside her she kissed me and said, “Ohhh Alan you’ll never know how much I needed that. Can you stay a little longer?” I kissed her cheek and replied, “I’m afraid not I have another job this afternoon.”

While I was dressing Jean asked, “Ohhh, sweetheart, when can I see you again?” she was standing there with only a pair of panties on. I pinched her nipple and said, “Gee, Jean, I don’t know. I mean what will your neighbors think if my truck is parked in your drive a couple of times a week?” Her lips turned down in a pout and then she smiled and said, “I think I have a solution. You know that motel out on highway 51? Well we could meet there. No one there knows me and I’ll use a false name and pay cash for the room” I replied, “That’s a great idea, just give me a call and if I’m not tied up on a job we’ll do it.”

For the next two days I was kept busy from early morning until well after six. I looked forward to the third day. I had only two jobs and they were both scheduled for the morning. I was looking forward to a restful afternoon…that was not to be!

I was on my second job when I got a call on my cell phone, it was Jean Alexander! Jean said, “Hello lover. How about this afternoon, are you free?” I knew that I had to be careful, about what I said, the lady of the house was standing nearby, so I said, “Yes ma’am I think I can take care of your problem, but I’m tied up right now. I should be finished here sometime before noon. Why don’t I stop by this afternoon? Say about one-thirty, just to be on the safe side.” I pulled out my notebook and pretended to write down the name and address, as Jean was talking. She said, “Good, baby, I’ll get us a motel room and I’ll call you back with the room number. Please don’t be late. I’ve missed you these past few of days.” Before I hung up I kept up the pretense that I was talking with a customer, “Yes ma’am I have the address. I’ll de there no later than one-thirty.”

At eleven forty-five I had completed my last job of the day and was loading my tools on the truck when I received Jean’s second call. “Lover.” She said, “We’re in room 337, it’s at the far end of the motel. You can park behind the building and no one will see your truck.” I replied, “Baby, that sounds great, but just to be on the safe side I’m going to drop the truck at the shop and pick up my car. I’ll be there in about forty-five minutes.” She said, “Please hurry sweetie. I miss you wonderful loving. God I need you sooo!”

Forty minutes later I knocked on the door of room 337 and I heard Jean call, “Come in lover, it’s not locked.” What a sight met my eyes, when I opened the door! Jean was standing no more than six feet from the door wearing only a pair of very sheer panties. The nipples of her marvelous tits were standing out like twin bullets. “Ohhh, Alan, I’m sooo glad you’re here. I was afraid that something would happen and you wouldn’t be able to make it and if that had happened I just know that I’d have died.” As she spoke I was getting out of my clothes, as fast as I could. By the time my pants hit the floor I had a hard on that a cat couldn’t scratch. Before I could move Jean stepped close and, after a passionate kiss, she dropped to her knees, grasped my pecker by the base, kissed the head, looked up at me and said, “Baby you have no idea how much I’ve missed your big, wonderful dick. Honey, I’ve dreamed of this moment since you left me the other day.” With that she opened her mouth and inhaled my throbbing cock. I pumped my prick into her mouth for a minute or two and then, taking her by the shoulders and lifting her to her feet, I said, “Let’s get those panties off. Two can play that game.” I didn’t wait; I dropped to my knees and tugged her panties down to her ankles. After she stepped out of her panties I planted a kiss on her swollen pussy lips. I stood and said, “Let’s go to bed.”

In bed we fell into each other’s arms and, after a few minutes of foreplay Jean turned to face my feet, placed a knee on each side of my head and lowered her anxious pussy to my waiting mouth. When her snatch neared my face I took a deep breath, reveling in the aroma of her sweet woman’s musk and the perfume she must have dabbed in the thick carpet of hair between her legs. The perfume she was wearing that day was different than the one she wore a few days before, but her pussy tasted every bit a good! At the same time I felt her hot mouth descending on my pecker. Damn I had never felt anything like it! She had three quarters of my cock in her wet, sucking mouth. She held me deep in her hot little mouth until my tongue started darting over her clit and then she began plunging my prick in and out of her hungry mouth. I’m not sure just how long our sixty-nine adventure lasted nor how many times she came, I only know that she had her snatch pressed so firmly against my mouth and my flicking tongue that it was impossible to warn her that I was about to cum. I knew that warning her wouldn’t deter her. From the blowjob she had given me a few days before I knew that she liked it when I came in her mouth. As soon as my cock started spewing its thick, hot load I raised my hips off the bed, forcing my pecker deep into her hungry mouth. She held me there until my cock stopped spitting its heavy load and then she greedily swallowed it!

Half-hour later she had succeeded in getting me hard again. The first time we had made love it had been in the missionary position, this time I pulled her on top of me and held my throbbing, rigid tool by the base. Jean smiled and slowly lowered herself onto my love muscle. When she had totally impaled herself she smiled and then leaned down for a long passionate kiss. While our mouths were locked together and our tongues were locked in a passionate duel, Jean was exercising the muscles deep in her feverish cunt.

I have no idea how long she laid there, making love to my cock with the muscles deep inside her hot, velvety pussy and my hands caressing her firm, beautiful ass. I only know that I enjoyed each gentle tightening and relaxing of those muscles! But all good things must come to an end and in this case it was followed by something even more wonderful. Jean rose up and started riding my cock. I moved my hands from her shapely ass to her marvelous tits and slowly and gently caressed them. She moved very slowly for nearly five minutes and three or four times she said, “Ohhh, lover, I can’t tell you how wonderful it feels to have you moving in me.”

After that first five minutes, or so, the tempo of her rolling hips began to increase and in a few moments she was slamming her pussy onto my pecker as hard and as fast as she could move. Jean had cum once while riding my dick slowly and now she was cuming continuously. After eight or ten minutes of her furious pace I felt my own release building. “Ohhh yeah, baby, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. She slammed my cock in as deep as possible, tightened the muscles in her hot wet cunt and with several short, hard thrusts sent me over the edge. My cock erupted, showering her womb with wave after wave of thick, creamy jizm.

When I finally stopped spewing cum Jean collapsed onto my chest, mashing her full, firm tits against me. “Ohhh, Alan, that was just wonderful baby, I’ve never felt better than I do right now!” She whispered. She lay there until my shrinking prick slithered from her marvelously snug pussy. Then she jumped up, ran to the bathroom and was soon back with a towel. She gently and lovingly wiped the traces of our love making from my withered cock and then cleaned the traces of cum that was oozing from her drooling pussy.

Afterward we lay in each other’s arms gently caressing each other and sharing in the after glow of great sex.

All to soon Jean glanced at the bedside clock and gasped, “Oh God, it’s getting late. I hate to leave you baby, but I really must get home and get a shower before my husband gets there.” She sprang from the bed and grabbed her panties. I was right behind her and I took the panties from her and said, “Here let me do that.” I knelt before her and held her panties, she stepped into them and I slowly drew them up her legs. When the waistband was in its proper place I kissed her tummy and then rose and helped her on with her bra, when she was finally dressed she smiled, picked up my pants and said, “Turn about’s fair play” And helped me put them on. Before pulling them up all the way she kissed the head of my cock and slipped it into her warm mouth for a few seconds. When she stood she said, “Baby I wish I could stay and play some more, but I really must be going.” I slipped on my tee shirt and, after one last kiss, we left the room.

As you might imagine that wasn’t the end of my affair with Jean Alexander, but in the coming weeks and months I was to have other adventures with some of the neglected wives and widows around town!

I’ll tell you more of those adventures in chapter two.

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