Chapter 1
I married Stan for several reasons; he was dependable, he had a job with a good future, he loved me, he was honest, he knew how to make me have great orgasms, well, that's pretty good, right? And, of course, I loved him dearly.
He's wonderful but one thing I now know is that he's no handyman. He kids that he doesn't know which end of the screwdriver to hold. He may be right.
So, when we bought our condo, there were some things that needed repair and replacement, no real big things, the inspection caught those. No, it was more a bunch of little things that you find out about after you've lived in a place for a month or two, loose shelves, sticking drawers, dents in the wall, a tile that comes loose in the shower, things like that.
Now, I've told you that Stan keeps me well-fucked and that's wonderful, more the better. But, he's totally inept around the house, or condo, in our case.
So, I asked around the office where I worked and one of the girls I work with, Denise, gave me the name and number of a guy she had used and was pleased with enough that she and her husband have used him a number of times. She told me I would be very pleased with his work and that she was very happy with what he had done for her.
I called him and made an appointment for him to come over and look at the things we wanted done so he could give us an estimate. He was right on time and Stan and I showed him all the little projects and he gave us an estimate right there on the spot. It seemed reasonable to us so we asked him when he could start and it turned out that he could start the coming Tuesday. I figured I would work from home while he did the work to just make sure everything went as expected.
Now, right after he left, my husband said, "Well, hon, I think you caught his interest."
"What? You don't mean, like, sexually or something."
"Yes, sexually or something. He was checking you out the whole time."
"There was once when, well, he did seem to be looking down my top, but..."
"Hon, he was drooling and you hardly noticed."
Let me stop for a moment and explain a few things. First, I'm not a Playboy Bunny, I'm fifty-three. Having said that, I do look pretty decent for a woman my age, I've gained only a few pounds since I was in college, even my boobs have held up pretty well. Not every woman my age can get away with wearing a blouse braless but I can and they don't really sag particularly at all. Second, I've been married for over thirty years. And, well, I've never strayed from my husband ever.
There was once, well, I was about twenty-eight, a fellow that worked to the same company, he wasn't shy about what he wanted, we even did a little necking in a back room after everyone had left. Had my blouse and bra off and I just made him stop. That was not easy.
Well, this handyman wasn't the first guy who had shown an interest but, truthfully, it did feel pretty good.
"So, are you jealous that he's checking out your little wifey?"
"Here, feel," and he took my hand and led it to the bulge in the front of his pants.
"What got you so excited?"
"Seeing a guy that so obviously wanted you."
"And that makes you hard?"
"Oh, yeah. I know it sounds strange but I think you should go braless the day he's here. He'd love a look at those great boobs of yours. Bet he'd love to suck those hard nipples," he said as he reached out and lightly pinched my nipples which were hardening with the talk of teasing the handyman.
Walt, the handyman, appeared to be in his mid-forties and was in pretty nice shape. He was nice looking and clean-shaven and Denise had told me that he was divorced and also a bit of a flirt. Ah, well.
The next day, I mentioned to Denise that we had hired him and thanked her for the recommendation.
The night before he came to start the repair work, Stan, after supper, almost dragged me into our bedroom and began taking my clothes off.
"What has gotten into you?" I asked as we stood there naked, my husband's cock hard and stiff like a teenager's.
I took hold of it, "Look at you, what a hard-on."
"Well, you've just got to give this guy, Walt, a show tomorrow. Braless, that low-cut peasant blouse, short skirt, no panties. Give him something to live for, hon, you are such a hot woman and you know he wants what you've got. He'd love to do this," and he bends down to begin sucking my nipple as he fondles my other breast.
We were soon in bed, Stan up over me fucking me like he hadn't done in quite a while, this was no love-making, he was fucking me. Now, that's not a complaint, I'm a woman who loves both. And right then, it felt right, oh, so right.
After our sex, we lay there in each other's arms as he asked me, "So will you dress like that tomorrow? See what the thought does for me?" and he leads my hand down to his re-hardened cock.
"What is this all about, Stan, you want me to start something with this guy?"
"Well, hon, just go around without panties or a bra and see what happens. You're a sexy woman, you know he was looking you over."
"And, what if things go a little further? What about that?"
"Just promise me you'll have fun, that's all."
"So, whatever might happen is okay with you?"
"As long as you tell me all about it."
"You're crazy, Stan, but I've got a use for this," I said as I gripped his hard cock and moved up over him and gave him a fucking. Yes, I was turned-on, my pussy wanted action even though I'd had a quite nice screw just a while earlier.