Mrs. B was always calling across the fence asking if I could help with one thing or another. She was a fine looking woman who had Just turned 40. We had gone to her birthday party. My wife couldn't stand her and often told me that she was just trying to get into my trousers. Her husband Harry was a fat useless pig of a man that was often crude when you spoke with him, although I tried not to. A lot of the things she needed were petty minor and I'm sure that Harry could have done them. This day she asked Phillipa, my wife, if I could help, she had a water leak. I grabbed a few tools and went round. The leak was under the sink and the plug to sink fitting had worked loose. I dismantled it to find that the rubber was perished and went home to see if I had a spare one from when I changed my sink a while back. I told Phillipa that it was something a little more serious and I could be some while. On my return Mrs. B had the kettle on and was making some tea. "I don't know what we would do without you. If you ever move away we will be in trouble," she told me. I was on my back under the sink trying to get the joint sealed. It seated well and I started reassembling the rest of the waste pipes. "Tea's up she said as I just about finished. I slid part of the way out of the cupboard and asked her to run the cold water, so I could see that I had stopped the leak. Mrs. B straddled my legs and turned the tap on. The leak was fixed and as I wriggled a bit further out the cupboard, Mrs. B was still astride my body and as I looked up I saw right up her skirt and I could see everything as she didn't have any panties on. Her pussy looked damp as it sat just below a thick bush of dark curly hair. "Like what you see?" she asked. I mumbled something. Then she lifted her skirt and opened her legs a little wider giving an even better view. Then she squatted, planting her fanny in my face and rubbing it all over my face. She did smell good and I'm sorry to say I weakened and broke my wedding vows as I stuck my tongue out and licked her as she rubbed her fanny on me. "Ooh. I'll give you six months to stop that," she joked. "you are so handy in so many ways." as she continued to pleasure herself on my face. Then she stood turned to face the opposite direction and squatted back on my face. Now she was undoing my trousers. Phillipa was right she did want to get into my trousers and she had. She had my cock out and was slowly wanking it, before feeding it into her mouth. It turned out that she had skills of her own and soon had my cock ready to explode. When I warned her of my impending eruption, she stopped and squeezed my balls gently. That soon put a stop on any explosion. She had clearly done that before. She got up and dragged me to her bedroom grasping onto my cock. She practically threw me onto the bed and straddled my and sunk her fanny down my cock until her arse rested on my balls. Then she rode me fast and hard to her orgasm and then slumped forward onto me. I had not cum and was in need of some relief, so I rolled her onto her back and put her feet over my shoulders and slammed right back in. Mrs. B was groaning as I plunged away at her fanny. I took her tits out of her bra and blouse and was mauling them. Then she started giving encouragement. "That's it, just there, Ooooh, don't stop, Argggh," she gasped as I plowed her furrow long and hard. Then she was thrashing around just before her fanny tightened up and she started cumming, which triggered my own cumming deep inside her. I almost fell off her and lay there panting for some while as did Mrs.B. She wanted another round, but I knew Phillipa would be wondering what was keeping me. So having made my excuses I collected my tools and went home. Phillipa saw that I was hot and sweaty and joked that Mrs B must have had her way with me. If only she knew. I told Phillipa that it was hard work stretching while trying to tighten things under a sink. The next morning I heard Phillipa and Mrs B talking in the garden. "Tell your hubby that he did an excellent job," she told Phillipa, " he's very good at plumbing. I know where to come when I need any further plumbing done," she laughed giving Phillipa a bottle of wine as a thank you. I had a smile on my face knowing it wasn't the sink kind of plumbing she meant. I don't think it will be too long before she has another problem that needs fixing.