This story is part of a series that builds towards a threesome experience. Each story is meant to be enjoyable as a stand-alone story or as part of the series. This is my first post, let me know what you think.
My wife Ashley and I, have been together for two years, I always knew she was bi-curious, but only recently, once we started to communicate about sex really well, did we start to break down new walls.
We had talked about a threesome, but I always told her I wanted that to be about her first, I would enjoy watching her with another girl and if I got to join in, that's a bonus, but I would never be willing to go forward with something for my sake if I thought it would hurt her, I'm not programmed to be that selfish. We tried some sites, but most bi-curious or bi-sexual women were parts of a couple and were looking for either a strictly lesbian experience or to swing, so our only real prayer for a threesome was to find a unicorn (one of those elusive, single, pretty, bisexual women). With that in mind, and what I said about wanting it to be about her first, I told her I thought it would be awesome to come home surprised by the view of her ass in the air and her face buried in the crotch of another woman. Little did I know that's exactly what would happen.
Ashley is gorgeous, a brunette, with wavy hair, just a couple inches shorter than my 5'-9" build. She has an amazing body, a nice little ass that I love to smack, a skinny little waste, great boobs, with piercings through each nipple, some awesome model cheekbones, nice white teeth and sexy hazel eyes . She has all the looks in our relationship. I on the other hand am the physical embodiment of the word average, 200 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, average size dick. I am a very lucky man to have such a beautiful partner, and I feel like I hit the lottery, finding a woman who is not only a stunner, but sexually open-minded and into girls. One other major details is where I am average in appearance and my demeanor is that of a boring 30 something engineer, she has tattoos, listens to darker music, and definitely experiences life through more brilliant colors and deeper emotions. This difference in how we see the world was one of the walls we had to break down, and when we began to see the world through each others eyes, it enhanced everything we shared together.
Because we started to break down walls in the bedroom, we decided to break down some walls in the bathroom, that is, we wanted to install a bigger bathtub with massaging jets for two, as well as some strategically placed railings and ledges for trying out certain positions.
I am a pretty handy guy, but I've never messed with copper piping and we didn't want to wait for me to figure it out, so I asked Ashley to find a pipefitter who could install the bathtub we had picked out and remove the old one. She went online and found Yvonne. She was a beautiful little blonde girl that was experienced enough in plumbing that she knew what to do, but new enough that not everything was second-hand nature and occasionally stuff slipped her mind. She worked for a larger organization, and their standard outfit was khaki pants or shorts, and a white shirt with the companies logo and contact information on it. It was summer, so Yvonne elected to wear shorts about the same length as the bottom of her tool belt to keep her cool and to keep the belt from chafing her legs. Ashley picked her because she wanted to support saw a small young woman working in a field dominated by large, overweight men.r. At the end of the day, PVC and copper piping isn't that heavy and there wasn't much Yvonne couldn't do except lift a bathtub on her own, but most men don't either, and her company always scheduled their workers to double team the tub movements. Yvonne was basically the same size as Ashley, they both had skinny little frames, however, Yvonne was only 5'-3" or so and Ashley's eye were level with the top of her head. Yvonne had blue eyes, was fit on account of having such a physically demanding job, and like most pipefitters worked outside quite a bit more than office folk like Ashley and I, so she had a pretty solid tan. Being vane, she spent quite a bit of time outside of work evening her tan out so she wouldn't have any tan lines. By contrast Ashley was fair skinned and I had olive skin.
Ashley worked Tuesdays to Fridays each week and I worked Monday through Thursday. Ashley was also the first to get home most days so we agreed to have the plumber work around Ashley's schedule, the tub was quoted as a one day job. Monday came and Yvonne showed up at the door at 9AM.
"Good Morning Miss," a cute little voice said.
"Good Morning!" Ashley said, a bit pleasantly surprised by how pretty Yvonne. Ashley was in her regular PJ's enjoying her day off. They exchanged a few pleasantries.
"Let me show you where the tub and bathroom are." Ashley showed her the new tub that we had delivered to the garage of our split level, as well as the main upstairs bathroom we planned to place it in.
After the 10 cent tour, Yvonne explained "I need to start by removing the old bathtub. I'm going to cut it into sections and move it into the garage, then I need to move the piping behind the wall so it would come out at the right place for the new tub."
"Sounds good!" Ashley said with a smile, only half listening, she was developing a little bit of a girl crush and was spending most of her time studying everything she could about Yvonne's body as well as her task-orientated mind.
After about an hour of cutting the tub down and moving the pieces to the garage, Yvonne was exhausted and wasn't thinking when she cut into the copper piping with the same tool. "Shit, help!" she screamed. She forgot to turn off the water and cold water was spraying everywhere!
She pulled off her shirt and wrapped it around the cut in the pipe to slow the leaking water. When Ashley rushed in, she asked "Please hold this here, I need to go down stairs and shut off the water." Ashley nodded and Yvonne ran off. Ashley got a little distracted by the sight of wet, tan, topless Yvonne running out of the room, and forgot about the shirt for a minute, until the pipe started to spray her too.
When the emergency was over, Yvonne stood in front of a partially soaked Ashley still dripping. "Please don't tell my company about this, I've only been there for a few months, and I've been trying very hard to be accepted as one of the guys, this would be a huge set back. I can dry up the water, the floor won't warp from getting exposed to that much water just once, and I will come back on my time off to finish the job, I'll even finish the walls for you!"
Ashley was in her own world, trying to sneak glances of the sight in front of her, without being caught, begging for forgiveness, she had glimpsed at maybe two tattoos, and was suddenly very interested in getting a better look at them.
"It's okay, we won't say anything, we picked you because we wanted to support a woman plumber. We all make mistakes, as long as you're committed to fixing yours, we're good, especially if your going to throw on some free labor too."
"Oh my god, thank you!" Yvonne snapped out, just as abruptly she lunged at Ashley and hugged her tight.
