It was Saturday morning and I was working the garage while my wife, Cathy, was doing her chores in the house. Our child was staying at her grandparent's for the weekend. As I was going about cleaning off my workbench, I head Cathy yell for me from the kitchen. I went inside to find her with her arm in the sink and a distressed look on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I got my hand stuck in the garbage disposal. Can you please help get me out?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied as I went over to assess the situation. At first glance I wasn't sure what I could do. I tried pulling on her arm, but that hurt her too much. As I was pondering what to do next, the uniqueness of the situation dawned on me. As she frequently does around the house, Cathy was only wearing a nightshirt with nothing underneath it. Here she was bent over the kitchen sink and unable to move hardly at all.
"Maybe what we need is some lubrication," I said coyly.
"That's a good idea," she replied innocently. "Why don't you grab the dish soap from under the sink?"
"That's not exactly what I had in mind," I said as I pulled her shirt up around her waist, exposing her bottom half.
"What are you doing?" she said with some irritation. "Quit fooling around and get me out of here."
I ignored her and caressed her ass with my hand. She wiggled her butt to get me to stop, but that just enticed me more.
"Come on, get me out of here and then we can fool around," she said in a much friendlier tone.
"I kind of like things how they are," I replied as my hand slipped between her legs.
"Mmm," she moaned. "That does feel nice."
My fingers lightly glided over her pussy, enjoying the softness and occasionally toying with her clit. My cock was getting hard and she was starting to get wet.
"That feels really good, but I'm a little distracted wondering how I'm going to get out of here," she said bringing me out of my trance.
"Unfortunately, I think I'm going to have to call a plumber," I responded while slipping a finger between her folds. "I'll be right back."
"Bring me something to put on when you come back!" she yelled after me.
I went upstairs and called a plumbing company I had used before. They said because it was an emergency situation they could have someone there in a few minutes. They also said that since it was the weekend it was going to be weekend rates. Ugh.
I went back to the kitchen to give Cathy the news.
"Did you bring me something to put on?" she asked.
"No, I forgot. Besides, it might be kind of exciting for you to be dressed like this when the plumber gets here," I teased.
"You're kidding, right?" she asked hopefully.
"Not at all. I think it would be very sexy for you to be like this when a strange plumber arrives. Now that I think of it, he might even have to crawl under the sink and then he'll really get a show," I pondered.
Starting to panic a little she pleaded, "Please go get me something to put on."
Her shirt was still around her waist, so I slipped my hand between her legs again to find her even wetter than when I had left. "What is this? I think maybe someone else is turned on by the idea too?"
"No, that's from what you were doing before. Now, please, go get me..." she pleaded. But the ringing of the doorbell interrupted her.
"Sorry, too late," I said in mock apology as I pulled her shirt down over her ass and went to answer the door.
I opened the front door to find a gentleman from the plumbing company I had called. He was a well-built, black man wearing a company uniform and carrying a tool bag. "Hi," he said as he shook my hand. "I'm Rob from Ajax plumbing. I understand you have a problem?"
"Yes, Rob, come on in." I said stepping aside. I explained the situation and directed him to the kitchen.
"Hi mam," Rob said to Cathy. "It's nice to meet you. Let's see what we've got here." I couldn't help but notice that he quickly looked her over before stepping over to look in the sink. Apparently he had the same reaction I did to her situation!
He pondered things for a moment before saying, "It looks like I'm going to have to remove the disposal. But don't worry, it shouldn't take long." He knelt down and got a couple of tools from his bag, then looked at the cabinet doors under the sink. "Can you step back a little so I can open the cabinet door?" he asked her. She slowly complied, putting her in even more of a bent over position than she was before, her shirt rising further up her backside.
He carefully opened the cabinet door, then pondered how to get under the sink. "I'm sorry to have to ask you this, mam, but can you spread your feet apart so I can crawl between them to get under the sink?"
Cathy and I both knew what this meant. He was going to get a really good show! I expected her to protest or ask if there wasn't some other way, but instead she just moved her feet as far apart as she comfortably could. This caused her shirt to ride up even further, leaving her completely exposed from underneath. I watched as he maneuvered himself onto his back, then scooted between her legs and slowly under the sink. I could tell by where his eyes were looking and the expression on his face that he had just gotten an eye full of her woman parts and was quite happy about it.
Once he was under the sink, I decided to go for broke. "So Rob, what would you do if you found your wife in this predicament?"
"If I wasn't a plumber myself, I'd probably call one like you did," he said, not following where I was going.
"What I mean is, wouldn't you be inclined to take advantage of her womanly charms?" I asked more bluntly.
He laughed and said, "Yes, I probably would at that."
