My heart sank, then started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The front door had swung open without a knock, and there I was—sprawled naked on the living room couch, legs still spread wide, the massive dildo buried halfway inside me, butt plug glinting between my cheeks, and my fingers glistening from licking my own squirt off them. The porn video was still blaring from my phone, the woman on screen mid-moan.

I froze. Everything froze.

Standing in the doorway, toolbox in hand, was the plumber—Alex, I think his name was. Early thirties, tall, broad shoulders under a faded gray work shirt, dark stubble along his...