The Handyman

The Handyman

Adele's POV

"So, the trees in the backyard. And then inside the leaky pipe under the sink in the bathroom and the radiator in the bedroom," I instructed Jason, the new handyman my husband had hired. He nodded, scribbling something down on a notepad. I couldn't help but notice his shirt was unbuttoned three buttons down, and that a large tuft of chest hair was sticking out.

Ugh, Adele,

I scolded myself. Then again it was only natural I take a second look at the hired hand when my husband hadn't taken a second look at me in years. And I'm not bad looking. The college boys all like to try to crane their necks over the fence in the backyard in an effort to catch me sunbathing topless (a secret little habit my husband knows nothing about).

"I'll get started on the trees first thing tomorrow ma'am. I just need to bring my equipment," Jason said.

"Adele, please. Ma'am makes me feel old...and we have to be about the same age," I said, batting my eyes. I saw Jason's eyes go appreciatively to my giant tits which have no hint of a sag about them and are as natural as the day I hit puberty. I would not let a doctor's scalpel near me. I loved my body. And I loved showing it off. Too bad my husband didn't appreciate that.

As soon as Jason left, I collapsed into the armchair. I could still smell his cologne. There had been sweat stains under his armpits but no hint of BO. He was all the benefits of a man without the drawbacks. For example, I didn't have to do his laundry.

I was wearing a pale yellow dress with red flowers. I yanked up my dress and found my wetness. My thighs were sticky from holding eye contact with his man. His muscles had been very pronounced but his eyes had been gentle. Whoever his girlfriend was, she was lucky. I eased my fingers inside me but it wasn't enough. I needed a dildo. Or even better, cock. Why was my husband such a loser? It was his secretary. She was built very different from me. Not that there was anything wrong with skinny but I should have married should who appreciated tits, ass and well, a little bit of a stomach. I liked food, okay?

"Mrs. Hamilton?" Jason was standing in the doorway, mouth agape watching my fingers furiously work my cunt. I jumped from my seat and he kind of laughed, averting his eyes.

"Please don't be embarrassed. I should have said something sooner. That just was so hot. I'm sorry- I shouldn't have said that. Mr. Hamilton probably wouldn't have appreciated it," he said.

"Mr. Hamilton probably wouldn't have cared," I said, bitterly. I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and smoothed my dress, cheeks still red.

"I find that hard to believe. Anyway, sorry. I forgot my wallet," he crept closer to the table next to me and scooped up his wallet which I hadn't noticed before (I swear). "I'll see you tomorrow." He was still averting his eyes. How cute. He stumbled out of the room.

Then I had an idea. Why should my husband have all the fun? Hadn't he played around long enough while I cooked and cleaned? Here an opportunity practically fell into my lap. I wasn't going to let it go.

Jason's POV

My new employer was interesting. Beautiful. Attractive. And her pussy smelled wonderful. I took great care getting ready the next day. I wanted to look and smell amazing. Not that anything was going to happen. I mean she had a husband. And whatever she said about him I'm sure he took plenty good care of her. How could he not?

I arrived to receive my instructions. She was out by the pool in a blue bikini that matched the hue of the water and the shade of her eyes. My eyes almost popped out of my head at the tiny bikini strings trying to contain those huge breasts. It was almost obscene, like something straight out of a porno but I loved it. I snuck a glance at her ass when she turned around and bent over to pick up her checkbook. It was fairly large. The kind practically begging for a spanking. I longed to deliver a proper one.

She handed me the check and I got to work, praying the bulge in my pants wasn't obvious. I was clearing some trees, but they were pretty small, the kind one person could handle with a chainsaw. I was midway through my job when I felt eyes upon my back. I turned off the chainsaw and turned around. I almost jumped my equipment. Lying topless on the lounge chair pool was Adele. Topless. Her breasts were even bigger than I had pegged them. I thought maybe Double Ds but now I was thinking Fs. I wonder if she had work done but they looked completely natural- aside from the fact that they absolutely defied gravity.

Nervously I turned back to my job. My dick was jutting out proudly and I felt ashamed of my peeping tendencies. This was her house. She could sunbathe topless if she wanted to. Didn't mean it had anything to do with me. I had to be a gentleman. I was raised to be a gentleman. She had a husband! But if I was being completely honest all I wanted was to run right over and motorboat those titties with a giant tub of suntan lotion.

Adele's POV

The topless seduction was a flop. Jason was a perfect gentleman, focusing only on the trees and his job. I caught him staring a couple of times but I couldn't tell if his interest was piqued or he only saw me as some freak who sunbathed topless when her husband wasn't home. If only he knew how much I was aching for a man's touch, for some cock. For precum dripping between my tits. When he came over, I quickly covered up like I had forgotten he was even there.

"So sorry," I said, pulling a sweatshirt over my tits which bounced freely, "I like to do that so often. I almost forgot you were there," I saw doubt creep into his eyes and I wondered if he was going to make a comment. But he only laughed sheepishly.

"Hey, it's a free show. And it's your house so you can do whatever you want," I was disappointed. I wanted more. But I showed him to the bathroom upstairs. He immediately bent down to check out the situation and I got to check out his ass. It was kind of big but I liked that. I wanted to slap it as I left the bathroom, but I had to execute phase two of my plan. I changed into my bathrobe, the one my husband bought me on our honeymoon when he still loved me. I guess you could say it was more negligee than bathrobe. It gave plenty of "peep" room for the breasts and only just covered my trimmed bush. I waited several hours watching porn on my computer and fingering myself. Wishing again for a dildo but knowing if my husband ever discovered it, he would hit the roof. And any dildo would have to make him feel a little inadequate.

I watched handyman porn, where a suave young man is fixing the kitchen sink and takes the lonely housewife doggy style over the kitchen table. Finally, when I couldn't take anymore and my fingers were almost pruney with my own juices, I stepped into the bathroom. Jason had his head under the sink and almost smacked it as he pulled it out to ogle me. This time there was no question. He definitely wanted me. He stared appreciatively at my long legs and I could almost see him crane his neck to peer under the rob to see what the hidden treasure beneath.

"Ooops, I forgot you were in here," I said, bringing one finger to my mouth in an exaggerated gesture. Jason started to laugh, looking away.

"Adele, are you trying to seduce me?"

"What would you say if I was?" I shed my robe so I stood before him completely naked.

"I would say you have a husband," he said laughing, turning back to the pipe. In frustration, I stormed out of the bathroom. This was pathetic. I was practically throwing myself at him. Why did my husband have to hire someone with a moral code?

Jason's POV

Damn I wanted to tap that ass, which I could see almost perfectly clearly through the transparent fabric of her robe. What was I doing? She wanted me, I clearly wanted her. We were both adults here. If her husband had been such an idiot as to neglect her, maybe it was my job to remedy that. I studied myself in the mirror. I have twinkling blue eyes, a neat beard and an abundance of chest hair. Any girl who digs a hairy man, a manly man, would go crazy for me. I had seen pictures of her husband on the mantle. She had a type.

She never told me where the bedroom was, but I deduced it was the large room at the end of the hall (after opening a door to the guest room and the linen closet). When I entered the room, she was sitting on the bed dejected. She jumped. I don't think she expected me to fix the radiator today. Little did she know, I was there for quite a different reason.

"You've been a bad girl, Adele. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you," I stood there, hands on hips. I saw life jump to her eyes, an eager smile leap to her face. Just as quickly it was gone.

"What are you going to do to me, Daddy?" she asked, breathless like a Marilyn Monroe clone. Only I'm pretty sure her breasts were bigger. The "daddy" threw me but only for a minute. I liked sharing her little secret, one maybe she didn't even tell her husband.

I took a seat on the edge of the bed and patted my lap.

"Come over my knee," I said. Tentatively she crawled onto my lap like a misbehaving toddler needing correction.

Thawck

. She squealed as my hand came down on that perfect ass of hers. I raised the robe and saw the redness spreading with satisfaction. It was a delightful sight to bring some color to those white cheeks.

Thawck

. I spanked her until I could feel her stickiness on my jeans and sure enough when she staggered up, she had left a stain. Now she was in control, seeing my full bulge begging for some attention.

"Will I get a discount if I sit on your face?" She was so dirty I almost came instantly. Instead, I hastily answered, "I'll consider it," and I spread out on the bed. She lowered herself and suddenly her pussy engulfed my face. All I could smell, and taste were her juices and I eagerly lapped at her until she was screaming my name.

"Oh Jason, this is just what I wanted. Yeah! Lick my cunt!" she yelled, rocking back and forth on my face until my beard was dripping. When I couldn't take anymore of her teasing I gentle tossed her off me onto the other side of the bed and began undoing my belt. I unzipped my pants and fumbled with the omnipresent condom I kept in my pocket.

"Here we go," she lay back on the pillows, breasts thrust forward. To her surprise I flipped her over, happy to see her ass was still red. She realized what I wanted and lifted her ass in the air and I began to fuck her doggystyle until I felt her body start to quake.

"Holy fuck Jason, I'm cumming!" She gripped my cock tight and I shot my load just as she collapsed on the bed. In the aftermath, we both lay there panting. After a while, I said "I should probably take care of that radiator before your husband gets home."

In between gasps for breath she said, "Come back, tomorrow. I have a couple of other things for you to take care of."