Leaky Hot Water Heater

Thanks guys

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There would have been absolutely no problem with this, they would have come up, (scared the hell out of me with the amount of noise they would make), fixed the heater and left, but I had placed a note on the master bedroom door! The master bedroom door is the first door at the top of the landing! They had not seen the note that I addressed to my husband, because that had been at the garage door, not the front door. If they had seen that note they probably would have understood what was going on properly (who knows what they would have done though, sexy chills go down my spine when I think about that). The content of the note I had left for my husband on the door did not make anything better (well that depends on your opinion I guess {smirk})! Now remember I was writing this letter to my husband and trying to imply to him that I wanted him to act the anonymous stranger and use me.

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Hey,

Cum on in and see the surprise I have for you! Do what you like with me, but don't say a word, I don't want to know who you are *wink*. Just a suggestion though, I could use a good servicing, and you don't even have to clean up after, when my "husband" comes home he'll untie me so I can clean myself up *wink*. Just think of me as a household appliance, a mere fixture, I'm here to do what is desired of me nothing less, nothing more. The dishwasher is downstairs, the TV is in the living room, the water heater is in the utility cabinet, but the pipe cleaner is ready and waiting on the Master bed. Remember don't talk or do anything that might let me know who is here, you are anonymous.

Yours truly,

Appliance

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Well when these two hot blooded men saw this letter they figured out exactly what (they thought) was going on! They came into the room quietly; probably afraid I would be some nasty old lady ready to pounce on them from behind the door. That of course was far from what they found.

I lay there thinking that I had heard my husband come in the room, hearing the floor creaking slightly even through the ear plugs. I heard him walk over and I could feel him looking at me. In my mind's eye I knew (wrongly) that it was him, but I tried as hard as I could to imagine him being someone else. The first person that came to mind was the 18-year-old kid down the street that fell off his bike last year when he crashed into our mail box on the sidewalk. Of course, I knew he had been staring at my ass when it had happened. I had been bent over on all fours with my ass in the air and my head under the SUV in our driveway in my favorite tight jeans to pick something that had rolled under. I had not known he was there until I heard the almighty crash of noise behind me. From where he fell on the ground he probably could have even seen right through my legs, up my un-tucked T-shirt, and caught a glimpse of my hanging braless breasts.

When he had come over the next day to fix our mailbox it had been hot, and I had supervised his repair from the front porch meaning nothing by it. The sight of his young body toiling in the sun, driving the new mailbox post into the ground, that had caught me a bit off guard. I would have never found him attractive normally, and I didn't even mean to do it, but I realized what a powerhouse sex stud he could be if he ever found me tied up, vulnerable, ready. Ever since I had started to dream of being found bound I had been more and more lose with my sexuality, part of my fantasy was to be used, by any man, and this young man... he had the body of a man. A sweaty pile driving man. What can I say, I'm a little bit of an (closet) exhibitionist now, comes with the territory I guess.

The reality of the matter was that the person in my room was not my husband, was not the neighborhood 18-year-old and was not even just one person. The two plumbers silently went into the master bathroom and I could hear (him)them washing (his)their hands. One of them took a bottle of my husband's cologne down from the shelf and sprayed his armpits for good measure. They say you should never shake the hand of a plumber or a gynecologist, so they were freshening up for me as a courtesy. Coming back over to the bed the two of them silently deliberated in whispers about what to do with me. They admired my body. I may have been about as old as the older man, but I still had a rocking body, and I must have been a very nice sight; shaved from top to bottom, gleaming with a healthy glow from the oil, bound but naked, spread on the bed, vulnerable. I could feel that my labia had fully spread out from my excitement. They would have been able to see the wetness seeping out of me, my body was ready and so was I. My chest must have been fully blushed with blood by then too. Any hot-blooded man would have been able to tell that I was more than ready for a good hard fucking, and they would have been right. I don't have the perfect body, but my husband always joked that I could be a stripper if our money ever ran low. Lying down like this had a miraculous way of hiding any of my stomach imperfections and stretching out any skin problems making me look even better. And to top off the entire view, I have a nice golden tan without tan lines!

Knowing that I was not alone and wanting to show off a little I stretched my body even more than it already was pulling my body up as far as I could, making the ropes at my legs tight. I reached my wrists up as far as possible and let the weight pull even more slack. This made everything tighter and made my chest heave probably adding quite an effect to my natural perky breasts. I now had to take smaller faster breaths to get my air since I was now bound so tight. All of this, I hoped, would be an alluring invitation for my husband to get started on me.

It seems that my cherry red lipstick had attracted these bulls as one of them (who I still thought was my husband but imagined was that neighborhood 18-year-old) stuck a freshly cleaned finger in my mouth and just rested it there. I'm taking a narrative guess here, but I think he was "asking permission" by resting his finger there, waiting for me to respond. Not knowing this, and at this point I might not have cared even if I had known and could not have stopped it if I had wanted to, began greedily licking this unknown man's finger trying as best I could to be a good "pipe cleaner appliance", and let my 'husband' know I meant business. The thought of being a household "fixture" thrilled me to the bone.

Let me just get this out of the way now so I don't have to explain it over and over. With my extremely heightened emotional and sexual state, with the thought that I KNEW it was my husband, and yet the entire time trying to imagine it was the neighborhood 18-year-old, it took me a VERY long time to realize that this was not my husband in the room with me. I was too far gone from the world to even notice the subtle hints, especially with the sensory deprivation, and the small details that were mounting somewhere in the back of my mind letting me know this was not my husband. There were moments though that I had thought, for just a split second "my husband would not have done that". I quickly dismissed these thoughts by assuming my husband was getting "in character" by doing things that were "out of character". Now that I got that out of the way as a narrator, let me continue without all these reminders and confusion. I didn't know it then, but you and I both know it now, these two men were NOT my husband, and now that it's all over I'm very happy that it happened the way it did and being an honest mistake, my husband actually thinks this story is rather HOT.

Once the plumber had "permission" from me he didn't waste any time feeling me up, this man, the older one, had decided that he would get a go at me first. He stroked my body and fingered my sex. One of the "things my husband would not have done" was that this man took my wetness on his fingers and made me lick it off. Normally I would have probably not been totally fond of it, though I would have done it to please my husband, but in this extreme mood I enjoyed it, after all I was a pipe cleaner or finger cleaner and hopefully a cock cleaner sooner than later.

I hoped that my husband would press his cock into my mouth once he was done using me. That way I could get a real feel for how this new ring gag worked and how it felt to be that much out of control of my own orifice and breathing. The older man played with me, while in the meantime the plumber apprentice was examining all my varied sex toys, and let me tell you, they are varied. The apprentice must have showed the older man one of my favorite toys, the man stepped away from me, and the apprentice inserted it into me. It's called a snugglepuss and it has a large bulb that goes into the vagina and a smaller spring-loaded bulb that sits on the clit. When the two halves are pulled apart for insertion it triggers a switch and a strong vibrator turns on inside of the vagina and the residual vibrations tickle the clit. A lot of women can get off with this alone without touching themselves at all once it's in, but I can't... normally.

The moment the bulb turned on, I was already moaning and writhing pre-orgsmicly probably threatening to break my bonds, I was straining so hard it felt so amazing. With all my other senses gone, the man's touch had been so intense, but this... this wonderfully enhanced brutal vibration was pure pleasure torture. On the verge of orgasm, the apprentice quickly pulled the toy out and threw it down on the floor. I guess they hadn't known how ready I really was until that point. While the apprentice had been making me wail, the man had searched in my bedside table and found a condom and had put it on (my husband and I use condoms when using toys anally, for easy cleaning). Without another moment wasted the plumber climbed on top of me and pressed himself deep into me in one thrust. It felt to me that this cock was a good bit shorter than usual, but also a bit thicker. I figured that it was part my imagination thinking of our neighbor, and part that this was a position we had never done, with me stretched out so tight, unable to wrap my legs around him.

The old man was not interested in much foreplay, but he was interested in biting my nipples really hard, two more things my husband would have done differently. I don't normally like pain, but in my heightened state of arousal it didn't hurt at all, instead it just sent shockwaves of sensations through my body with each bite. I felt my arm hairs stand on end. The old man fucked me hard and was spent quickly, and just as quickly he pulled out of me with a pop. Once he was standing he gave each of my breasts a little slap and pinched my nipples, I'm guessing it was his "thanks" for my services.

I thought we were done, and I was a bit bothered that I had not gotten off! The snugglepuss had over sensitized me some and the constant shockwaves of sensations from the nipple biting had kept me distracted from my goal. I had felt the condom on the cock that fucked me, and that condom had stolen away a little bit of my pleasure also. I still thought that this was my husband, so I didn't expect to be getting any for another 2-3 hours at best, when we were younger he could do it twice in a row if I teased and sucked on him for a few minutes, but lately he's not been able to do that. So, I was surprised when I felt him climb up on the bed and slap his cock on my face.

Now it was the apprentice's turn. He reached a hand under my neck and turned my head positioning himself and my mouth to pleasure his penis. He kind of laid over my face, holding himself up with one hand and pressing my head into his crotch with the other hand. I did the best I could to bob my head and lick his dick from this position, but the ring gag harness tied to the bedpost kept me from moving to take him deeper. I was thrilling, I could not have gotten this penis out of my mouth if I had tried. I didn't even notice that this cock in my mouth didn't taste like it had just had a condom on it, which was yet another cue that I missed until later. The apprentice carefully forced his cock into my mouth deep until I started to gag for breath then he would let me go just long enough to get some air. He was being rather careful not to hurt me of fuck my face too hard, but he was treating me like these sluts you see in porn nowadays and it was amazing. I rather enjoyed this abuse and did the best I could to help him press deeper into me while massaging him with my throat muscles as best I could.

Yet again I should have realized that this was not my husband for more than one reason. There was no way he could have been hard that fast on his own, he didn't taste of latex condom or pussy, and this penis was a lot thinner than it should have been, and yet longer than I would have expected. Soon enough he tired of my mouth (which was good because my mouth was tired too). He walked to the foot of the bed, cleared all of my toys off the bed in one sweep of his arm. Getting up from the bed I could tell that he was rummaging around in my clothes dresser. Soon enough he had found what he needed and returned to sit on the bed. The apprentice untied my left leg rope from the eye bolt in the bedpost, freeing my leg for a new position. He took my left leg and passed it over the right one rotating my hips in the process and pressed my knee up towards my chest. He used the rope that was still tied to my ankle and wrapped it around my shin and thigh pinning my leg into its new folded position. Effectively I was now fully accessible from a new angle. The apprentice came around the bed and sat on my ankle, holding my leg where he wanted it. Then I found out what he had gone to get from the drawer. He pressed two fingers into my butt and they slipped in with little resistance! With the flow of sexual juices from before and the addition of the lube he had found he began liberally lubricating my butt. The next surprise was that one of my thinner vibrating butt plugs I owned was pressed against my pucker, then pushed past it! The apprentice was using the toy to make sure to shove some lube deep into me.

This was another moment where I should have known it was not my husband. We have a house rule that a toy does not go in the back hole without a condom and I could feel that this didn't have one on it, at that time I still didn't really notice the significance. If I had realized at that moment that it was not my husband I probably would not have let the apprentice so easily shift my legs around again after he had gotten up off my ankle. Although I still would not have had much control to stop him.

Having had time to cool down and having been distracted by the deep-throating and the lubrication I really was not at the verge of orgasm anymore. So, when the apprentice shifted my left leg back to the left, spread eagle again, and inserted the snugglepuss into my vagina I was happy to receive it. Once the toy was placed deep in me and it was happily vibrating my insides and my clit the apprentice shifted my leg back over to the right again, pressed my knee into my chest, and straddled my right thigh. With no condom he pressed himself against my only available hole. As he worked himself into me I was thanking my stars that he had applied so much lube.

I could tell that the apprentice was much more interested in foreplay as he leaned over and with his left hand fondled my breasts lightly. I tried to rock my hips into him, but he did not thrust, instead he took time bending forward and kissing my neck, playing with my breasts and nipples, and occasionally reaching around my butt cheeks to play with the vibrating snugglepuss. At one moment in time when he had just finished doing just that he leaned forward again and came in to give me a kiss on the lips. He nibbled my lips around the ring gag and expertly licked and sucked on my lips, ears, and neck. While he held onto my nipple again he began French kissing me as he slowly started to stroke his dick into my slippery tight ass. I was building to orgasm fast from so much stimulation all over my body.

As this man's tongue slipped as deep as he could reach into my mouth I felt his tongue piercing that simply should not have been there! In a moment's panic I realized that this was not my husband. I squeaked in shock, my body froze, and I must have clenched down on his dick so hard he let out a little excited whimper.

Realizing my dream had come true, realizing that this fantasy was happening right now, I went into a kind of shock. I could have sworn that my heart had even stopped, maybe time had even stopped. All I knew was that I was no longer in control of my body, with a mind of its own I started trying to use my tongue to suck and lick on his tongue, the only thing that truly let me know that this was a stranger. In the back of my mind I was desperately trying to remember if the neighborhood 18-year-old had his tongue pierced. As I sucked on his tongue I felt my hips gyrating into his all on their own, trying desperately to take him deeper. The apprentice didn't know what I was thinking, but he took all of my reactions as a plead to continue. He sat up and slammed himself into me repeatedly and quickly.

I was breathing hard, barely Sensient. With the snugglepuss vibrating my vagina and his cock in my ass I squeezed my vagina hard trying to get to that last vibration I needed to cum. I could feel the apprentice on the verge of his own building orgasm and this just pushed me on more! I knew that he didn't have a condom on and that he was about to fill my ass with his unknown seed. At that moment I don't even think I remembered who I was, I was just a fixture of the house, an appliance, a pleasure toy and I reveled in it. When our duel climax finally came I squeezed as hard as I could, trying to clean him out of every drop he had for me. He slumped over my limp breathless body panting and grunting; this stranger.

Being a bit of an awkward situation, these two men didn't know what to do next, one of them started messing with my blindfold trying to see how to undo it, but I didn't want to know who it was! So, I shook them off. I ended up finally understanding that there were two of them when one of them was checking out the rope capture I had used to get myself into this situation and the other guy was re-tying my left leg to its bedpost eye bolt. I was so tired that I didn't even realize they were going to leave me like this until they had both left the room. For the next 2 hours I heard them making a lot of noise out in the hall, and for the life of me I could not figure out what they would be doing out there! They were just working on the *Other* hot water heater, that's attached to the *Other* hot air generator, although to me it sounded like they were building something. Too tired to control my thoughts my mind ran away with itself and I started to daydream of them building a box to take me away in as their slave, but that only got me excited again.

Before they left the apprentice came back in and gave me a rub down like massage for my muscles, obviously realizing that I must be uncomfortable by now. He even took his leave to fuck me again, this time in the vagina with a condom. I knew that I could not stop him, and I knew that my unintelligible moaning and grunting through my ring gag, if I tried to stop him, would only encourage him further or make this entire situation entirely too awkward so I resigned myself to enjoy it at least. Before he fucked me, he took the time to eat me out, getting me good and excited again (which I really didn't need, since I had had time to daydream while they were making noise in the hall). Once he was ready to enter me he started out slow and deliberate, teasing me with just an inch of him, in and out, at first. My uncontrolled moans of frustration egged him on and soon he was pounding one out hard, slamming his pubic mound into my shaved, unprotected, sensitive clit.