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A Handyman's Wife Ch. 01

By: riverboy



Some stories from Kathy—Ron's wife, Steve's lover, Penny's best childhood friend. Many of the other characters involved here can be found in Steve's Handyman Memoir stories. These aren't really chapters, just random stories and thoughts. Sketches from and open marriage.

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Hi everybody. Kathy here. You know . . . Ronnie's nympho wife. That's probably what you think of me after reading Steve's stories, right?

Don't get me wrong, I loved Steve's stories, and re-living all those wild times I was involved with was super fun. He sure can write, can't he?

I got to thinking after I read his Memoir that, hey, I got time on my hands, and back in English class in high school my teachers said I was pretty good at writing. So I decided to give it a shot, kinda like a hobby. I'm gonna write some stories about this crazy life of mine, maybe share some dreams or other random thoughts. I don't know if any of it'll be as good as Steve's stories though. That boy sure can 'spin a yarn', as my grandmother used to say. He sorta cleaned me up a bit though—not sexually, I'm plenty dirty that way—but the way I speak and stuff. I'm a long way from a higher education, let's put it that way. Sometimes it hurts my feelings if people laugh at things I say or the way I say 'em, but most of the time I just laugh at myself too. Life's way easier that way, and more fun. Oh yeah, before I forget, my friend Julia, who you guys met in some of Steve's stories, she came up with the title 'Sketches from an Open Marriage'. I think it's beautiful—she's really got a way with words.

So, let's talk about the whole 'Ronnie's nympho wife' thing. Steve sorta only told the hot parts, which is cool, but I don't just let guys fuck the shit outta me day in and day out you know. I'm smart enough to know I need to switch that part of me off so I can function like a real person. Ronnie, he's a little freer with it, but it's not like a compulsion for him. He just takes it as it comes, sorta easy going like. Steve was like that too. I guess I take my cue's from Ronnie and just sorta let things flow. The reason I feel good about that is because he's still got so much enthusiasm for our marriage. More than ever really. We've been sweethearts since high school, and before we met Steve things were getting a little dicey for us. Boring, you know? Twenty years of marriage, sex that was fading fast, just boredom.

Then we met Steve. Penny called and wanted to see if Ronnie would help some other guy that was gonna do some work on her camp. Of course he said he would, and I thought it'd be fun too. A nice weekend in the mountains, with some drinking and reminiscing about the old days. But then I saw Steve. Damn, he did a number on my head. At first it was the usual stuff most women think about—he's hot, I wonder what it'd be like to be with him, I wonder how big of a cock he can hide in those jeans. Stuff like that. But then the whole weekend just blew up. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. Ronnie too I'm pretty sure. He and Penny, well those two have wanted to fuck each other for ever, so that was like the biggest day in the history of the world for them. And Steve and me? Well let's just say Ronnie and Penny had nothing on us. Holy fucking wow is all I can say. You know that old saying, 'he rocked my world'? Well, Steve rocked it, and then he rolled it, and then he kicked in to orbit.

I'd never had a cock like his. Ronnie's is nice, don't get me wrong, but Steve's, well it's just about perfect. Bigger than most, but not a monster that hurts you, you know what I mean? And it can just go and go and go. I've never been with anybody that's ready again so quick, and hard as freakin' steel every time. You probably thought some of his stories were exaggerated a little, no guy can do it like that over and over, but I'm here to tell you that's pretty much how it all went down, at least the times I was involved.

Speaking of going down . . . Ha! See how my dirty mind works? I got cocks on the brain. I never used to call them cocks either. That all came from Steve opening up the dirty dictionary inside my head. He did so much for me, and for Ronnie, as far as opening up our worlds. Some people probably think it's a 'bad world', one that shouldn't ever be opened up, but I beg to differ. Ronnie and I have never been so happy, or had so much fun as we've had since we met Steve. So Thanks Steve! I love you baby, and I love you too Lee!

So that's the beginning part, where I get you all up to speed. Now I'm gonna try and tell a story, kinda the way Steve did, but from, you know, a different point of view . . .

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Peckers, willies, pricks . . . we had lots of different names for them when I was a teenager back in the eighties, back when our hair was big and our imaginations were even bigger. Penny was my best friend back then, and the two of us used to dream about boys all the time. This was when we were like twelve or thirteen. I was really into Emillio Estevez, and Penny was a Rob Lowe girl.

Penny knew Ronnie way back in those days. She didn't introduce me to him for a couple years, but they both swear nothing happened between them back then. Ron was far from a bad boy, so I believe him. His parents are real straight-laced, and he was too until the end of high school. That's when we finally drew him into our wild, bad-girl world, and he and I hooked up as a couple.

Peckers, willies, pricks . . . like I said, we always used to dream about them, before we ever saw one and, of course, after. Ronnie's always made me happy, right from the start. I had my hands on a few before him, but his made me really happy, and still does, I think because it's attached to such a sweetheart of a guy. As we grew out of our teens he got bigger and hairier, and now he's like this mountain man type that I think is really sexy. Lots of other girls do to. It sounds crazy, but watching him fuck another girl is just so fucking sexy. I can hardly stand it sometimes, and it makes my own orgasm, with whoever's fucking me, even better. That's why I love the parties, at Lindsey's and Steve's, and a couple other places we've been. It's just so hot I can't even tell you, watching Ronnie make another girl cum real hard. That's what I think about when I masturbate. Weird, huh?

Looks like I got off track again . . . talking about sex is sort of a stream of consciousness thing with me, but I'll try and make a real story here. If I got my fingers outta my pussy it'd probably help. . . 

So . . . once upon a time . . . Ronnie came home from one of his jobs. It was one he was looking forward to, because it was kinda interesting and something he hadn't done before, a big huge fan right over the middle of a swimming pool. It was also one of his 'girls', a customer that he had fucked before. He always tells me when he gets together with a customer, that's part of the deal we made, and when we think things are getting to be a little un-equal he sets up a three-way with another guy or a nice orgy party or something so I get my fun too. Plus he doesn't mind a bit if I go off and play with one of my girlfriends. He thinks that's hot. I could go off and play with some of the guys too and he wouldn't get mad, but I usually don't.

So he comes home after this pool job, and I can tell something's different.

"Did it go okay honey?" I asked. "Did you get that big fan up?"

"Yeah, it went great," he said. "It's fun workin' with Steve. I wish we could double up on more jobs."

"I know that smirk," I said as I poured him a cup of coffee. "You doubled up on more than just the fan, didn't you, you dirty boy."

I massaged his big shoulders as he took a sip.

"She kinda wanted to try somethin' new," he said. He had a little bit of that little boy in his voice, the Ron I knew when he was a teenager.

"I'm guessin' she liked it," I said, giving a little extra attention to a tight muscle in his neck.

"I fucked her in the ass baby," he blurted out. "I feel bad that you weren't my first. I don't even know if you'd be into that, would ya?"

"Wow, you did have a big day," I said, and I sat down with him at our little kitchen table.

A whole bunch of thoughts went through my head—my husband just fucked another woman in the ass, I wonder what Steve did, what does she look like and what did Ronnie look like doing it, and last but not least, do I want him to do that to me?

"Did you like it," I asked, and I noticed I had a little teenaged girl in my own voice.

"It was really intense," he said. "Steve thought so too."

"So he did it too?" I said. "Wow, Tina, is that her name? She won't forget today will she."

I found myself envying Tina, and that meant only one thing—two guys in my ass, ASAP.

"We kinda did her both at once," Ronnie said.

"Spit-roast in the ass, huh? Pretty wild," I said.

"No, not like that," he said.

"You mean that double penetration shit from the porn?" I said. I'm sure my eyes were huge. "Oh my God, what are you guys, like porn stars now?"

"I'm sorry honey, are you mad?" he said.

"Fuck no!" I said. "You know you're doin' that shit to me now, right?"

Ronnie smiled. "Are there any other wives like you in this world? Any other lucky bastards like me?"

"Call somebody," I said, my horny hormones flowin' like a gusher. Ronnie could see it in my eyes.

"Stevie's not home, he had some shit to do," Ron said. "Dave?"

"Fuck yeah!" I said.

Dave's a guy Ronnie used to work with. You met him briefly in one of Steve's stories. He was at Lindsey's for Steve's welcome home party. That was the first time I had met him, and he fucked the shit outta me. He said he'd seen me around, picking Ronnie up at the job site and stuff, and he always though I was hot. When he told me that I just about came in my pants, except I wasn't wearing any—we were already stripped down to Lindsey's pre-party undies. I could see his cock moving under his silk boxers. I was dying to jump him, but we had to wait for Lindsey to do her lingerie contest thing. The second she stopped I had Dave's cock in my mouth. It's a really nice one. Oh yeah, he's a blue-eyed blonde and really cute too. 

Ronnie called him and wandered out into the living room to talk to him on the phone. He was back in what seemed like less than a minute.

"He's on his way," Ron said with a smile. "Ask a guy somethin' like that and they don't mess around."

"Holy shit!" I said, my eyes big again. "What the fuck do I do now?"

"Take a shower maybe?" Ron said.

I wandered off in a daze, thinking about the sexy violation that my little body was about to endure.

When I got outta the shower Dave was already there. I guess it was a long shower, but still! I guess I should be flattered that guys like to fuck me as much as they do. My yoga keeps things looking good, and I was blessed with my mothers cute body. She was so hot when she was younger, the pictures are just amazing. My father's smiling in each one of them. I used to hear them screwing when I was little. I didn't understand what the noises were until Penny slept over one time when we were eleven or twelve, and she told me. After that I used to try and figure out, based on the different kinds of sounds, what exactly they were doing and all. My mom used to often say, "Oh God, I love it like that." To this day I still wonder what position she was in when she said that, and what my daddy was doing to her. I'd love to ask her some day, but I'm too chicken.

So there I go, all free-form rambling about sex again. Let's get this puppy back on the rails...

I walked over to Dave in my little bathrobe and kissed him with my tongue. It was sloppy and hot.

"You know what you're here for Davie?" I asked him. "You boys are gonna fill both my holes at once, right?"

He was kinda speechless, which was really cute.

"Take off your clothes sweetie," I said to him. "I can't wait for this shit anymore. Gotta get on even ground with my hubbie."

Davie stripped and I blew him in the living room. The front door was open and the UPS guy showed up with some parts for one of Ronnie's jobs. He's kinda cute too, so I just kept going on Davie while Ron took the package. The UPS guy and me had been flirty right from the start, so it was super hot to be caught by him with a cock in my mouth, and he sorta knew that Ronnie and me are the Mr. and Mrs. of the household, so catching me like that clued him into all kinds of things about me. I winked at him with my mouth full and I swear to God I came a little when I did it. I don't wanna give too much away, but, he's chapter two. ;-)

"Fuck honey," Ronnie said, "you're gonna have guys beatin' the door down when I'm not here."

"Yeah, well, you'll be out bangin' some lonely customer, so we're even I guess," I said. I stuck my tongue out at him but it turned into a smile, and he smiled at me and shook his head. "Kiss me baby, and then take off your clothes," I said.

Ronnie kissed me with his tongue, right there next to Davie's cock. I don't know why, but that was enough to make my day. Guys usually freak out when they get too close to another guys cock, but it sure seemed hot to me right then. I mean I don't want him to suck on one or anything like that, that's just not who Ronnie is, so I don't think I'd find that hot at all, but having him near it, and realizing they were gonna be so close together when they were inside me, that was making me fucking tingle big time.

"I'm wet baby," I said to Ron with big horny eyes. "How do we do this?"

"On the bed I guess," Ronnie said. "It was a lounge chair earlier but . . ."

"Oooo! We could do it out on the patio!" I said. I was only sorta kidding, but after I said it I was hoping he'd agree.

"Bedroom sweetcheeks," he said, shaking his head at my wacky idea.

I love it when Ronnie calls me sweetcheeks, and it seemed really appropriate considering what was about to happen.

"You ever done this Davie?" I asked as we walked down the hall. "Fucked a girl in the ass?"

"Nope, you'll be my first," he said. "And if I may say so, there's no better ass in all of Upstate New York, so this is like the perfect storm for me."

"Oh baby, you gonna fuck me like a hurricane's sweepin' us away?" I said, giving him my best seductive eyes.

Ronnie pulled a tube of lube out of the bedside table drawer. We never really needed it until then, but I had a feeling it might come in handy some day.

Davie stood there, half wilted and not knowing what to do, so I pushed him down and sixty-nined him. I don't know if anybody's ever ranked sex positions, but that's gotta be a favorite of almost everybody. I know I love it. Something about having a guy eat me in that position—it feels so open and carnal. Combine that with having his cock right there, where I can smell it and taste it and feel it against my face . . . it's just an out-of-this-world position I think. I know guys like it too, they say they can really eat you good that way, you're so opened up to them and all. And of course the whole cock thing, they love having their cocks in and around our faces. I think I'll crown it the King of Positions. Although I do love me some good doggie, with the guys hands on my tits. On top's wicked hot to. You girls ever get fucked prone? I think that's what they call it. It's kinda like doggie, but you're flattened out on the bed, with your ass sorta poking up a little. Holy fuck is that hot! I don't know about the whole 'G' spot thing, but a guys cock in that position definitely rubs something, and it makes me cum like a mother fucker. I'm rambling again. God I love talking about sex!

So I'm sixty-nining Davie, and he's got me super wet and I cum all over his face. I don't really squirt like they do in the videos, but I do get super wet when I cum, and if I'm over the top of a guy, like sixty-nine, it can get a little sloppy.

"Get Davie a towel baby," I said to Ron. "It's gonna be a messy night."

After I said that I laughed to myself. If Betty Davis had made a porn movie, that woulda been the famous line instead of that other one. I often make myself laugh like that, twisting sex into other real life things.

"You ready baby," Ron said as he tossed Davie a towel. "You wanna try it?"

"I want you in there first," I said. "A virgin's gotta do it with the husband, right?"

"You want me alone, or you want us both at once?" Ronnie asked.

"Fuck!" I said, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. "If you're gonna christen this ship, let's do it right. Both."

"Turn around baby, let Davie fuck ya," my sweet husband said.

I kissed him and turned myself around, settling down on Davies nice cock.

"Oh fuck!" Davie said.

"You like my pussy Davie?" I asked as I gave him a slow up-and-down.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he said.

I was on all-fours over him with my hips rocking his cock in and out, and his hands found my tits. They're not big tits, but they're nice, guys seem to like them, and I love it when guys touch them. It's like this electricity thing. Not like a high voltage jolt that you get from certain sexual touches, but more like a fuzzy, low-voltage thing that just feels magical and awesome. I just love it when my tits get touched. Combined with a cock sliding deep into me it's just heaven.

"Does your girlfriend feel like this Davie?" I asked as my hips gave him a good fucking. I was getting breathless, and so was he.

"Oh fuck!" he said kinda quiet.

"She got a nice pussy Davie?" I asked. "Think she'd let me lick it sometime?"

"Ohhh Fuuuck!" Davie said. It was kind of a grunty, groany kinda thing, and he came way up inside my pussy.

"Honey, you know better than that," Ronnie said, sorta exasperated. "You can't talk to guys like that if you want 'em to last."

"Sorry Ronnie," I said, sorta sheepish like. "You tired baby?"

"Never too tired for this baby," he said, and he kissed me on the ass. "You're gonna have to work on Dave though. I'm gonna go get a beer, okay?"

Ronnie left us alone for a little while, and when he came back in I was crouched over Davies face and he was giving me a good licking. He was nice and hard again. Ronnie switched on some funky music we keep by the bed, and had a nice glimmer in his eye. He stood up on the bed and I blew him until he was hard.

Nobody had to say anything that time. I straddled Davie again and he slipped inside, and then I felt Ronnie's fingers smearing some lube on me, all around my little hole. He started pushing in. It was a real push, there was nothing easy about it, getting his nice cock into my little hole, but it felt crazy good.

Davie wasn't doing much while Ronnie worked, and I though maybe he was getting a little soft.

"Fuck me a little Davie," I whispered in his ear, and he started working me a little from underneath.

Turns out he was plenty hard, my mind was just focused on the ass part I guess. Both of 'em were hard as steel as a matter of fact, and the whole situation was just hotter than hot can be.

"Fuck baby, you're tighter than shit!" Ronnie said. It seemed like he could hardly talk.

He was all the way in at that point, and I was starting to get lost in that place I love to get lost in.

"Do it baby! Fuck me!" I said, and Ronnie started hitting it hard. "Let the cave man out baby!" I yelled.

Ronnie's a big brute of a guy, with lots of hair on him, and sometimes I call him my big caveman. He likes it I think, especially when we're having sex and he goes all animal on me. The way I felt right then, with two cocks in my holes, I felt like an animal myself and just wanted it hard. Real hard.

"Fuck it! Fuck that dirty hole!" I screamed.

He was pulverizing my backside, and it felt like a dream.

"Pound it! Pound it!" I screamed.

I don't know where that came from, the whole pound it thing. It's funny how you say stuff you never knew you were gonna say when you're in the middle of something big sexually. Pound it's a pretty good thing to say to a handyman I guess. Ha! And the whole screaming thing, I just love that. I feel so primal when I'm getting fucked and I scream. I never used to do it before I met Steve. He loosened up that primal side of me I guess. I'm not sure the neighbors like it a whole lot. We live in a suburban type place and the houses are pretty close together and they don't have too much insulation I don't think, being built back in the fifties and all. Actually it's just the people on either side of us that don't like the sex noise. One side's an elderly couple, and I hate to say it but she's a cranky old bitch. I kinda wish Ronnie was into old timers, because she could use a good stiff cock in her, that's for sure. That's what I think anyway. The old man's not too bad I guess, but he's not real friendly either. The house on the other side is about our age, and they've got a teenaged boy and girl. That's why they don't really like our sex noise—they think it's gonna corrupt their kids or something. The thing is, the kids are already having sex. It's easy to tell, all you gotta do is look at them. Oops, off the track again. So...


A Handyman's Wife Ch. 01



Davie was doing his best to fuck me with all the craziness going on above him, and the two of them going at it inside me felt like nothing I've ever felt before.

"Pound it! Pound it!" I screamed.

Ronnie went all cave-man on me, just like I was hoping. Just about ripped me to shreds I must say. It was fucking wild. I had like three or four orgasms, all strung together like a big chain reaction. And then they switched around so Davie could feel my little hole, which probably wasn't so little anymore. Ronnie must of popped a viagra earlier or something, because he held up like a champ, even after his big day. 

Davie thought the whole ass fucking thing was awesome. I came a couple more times, and he came wicked hard, just about crumbling into a pile of mush on the bed.

"Fuckin' A Davie!" I said to him. "You gonna be all right honey?"

"Kathy baby," he said real sweet, "you're ruinin' me for other girls."

I didn't wanna do that, but if that's how he felt, I'll take it.



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 02



Hi everybody, Kathy here again. So here's the thing—I'm not gonna write things in order like Steve did. I'm just gonna tell you random stories, whatever pops into my head on a day I feel like writing. I started with my 'ass virgin' story, partly because I love telling it but mostly because of that big story on the news the other day about Kim Kardashian's big fat ass on the cover of that magazine. Seeing that got me thinking about asses. That girl's freaky looking isn't she? And she shined herself all up which made it even freakier. I'm sure they photoshopped the shit out of it though—that little tiny waist looked like she was wearing an invisible corset or something.

So anyway, when I told you about Ronnie and Davie fucking my ass I mentioned the UPS guy. He's real cute, with sorta reddish hair and a trimmed beard. He's shorter than Ronnie, and has big muscular legs, like he rides a bicycle or something. Nice sparkly eyes, and he's just real nice. You know how some people are just real nice and it just sorta radiates off them? Steve's like that too.

So his name's Richard, but his friends call him Dicky. I don't know if you spell it with a 'y' or an 'ie' so I'll go with 'y' I guess. He comes to the house quite a bit, because Ronnie has to order stuff sometimes for his jobs. I started flirting with him because he's cute and he picked right up on it. We must be at the end of his route because Ronnie's home sometimes when Dicky comes, and Ronnie saw me flirting real bad with him one time.

"Don't get him in trouble honey," Ronnie said. "That company's really strict with their people, and it's a good job. You don't wanna mess it up for him. You know a guy'd have a hard time sayin' no to you."

I kept that in mind, and tried to not go to far with it, but you know me when it comes to sex—I get kinda carried away sometimes. Pretty soon I was answering the door in my underwear. And then one time I was all sweaty from doing yoga when I saw him pull up, so I just went to the door like that. Here's the thing though—I do yoga naked most of the time.

He sorta froze when he saw me, standing there with nothing on, all shiny from the sweat. Kinda like Kim Kardashian now that I think about it, except my ass doesn't look like a cartoon. So Dicky's just standing there and finally he says something.

"Kinda warm out today," he says, all cute like.

"You look hot," I said, giving him the eye.

"You look real hot," he says.

I tried to fight a smile, to play it cool, you know? But one corner of my mouth got away from me. It was pretty sexy though I think, because he kinda started breathing hard out of his nose.

Anyway, it was pretty fucking hot, and I fucked Ronnie's brains out that night.

So I told Penny about what I was doing, and she was all, "I wanna flirt with him to." So the next time I knew a package was coming and Ronnie wasn't gonna be home I called her and she came over. We were just gonna both be naked, but we got kinda carried away and were sixty-nineing on the couch when he pulled up. We started giggling like crazy, but we got it together before he came to the door. I had pussy juice all over my mouth and chin, and Penny was all sprawled out on the couch, like spread wide open.

It was a super hot scene if I do say so myself, and Dicky tried to fight a smile and look professional. His eyes were twinkling like crazy and I just wanted to drag him in and rip his clothes off.

So Penny thought he was super hot, and we hatched a plan for the next time. He showed up a few days later and Penny answered the door, all naked and looking hot. She invited Dicky over to her place that evening, told him I was gonna be there and she hoped he could 'come'.

Of course I told Ronnie about it, and he was cool with it. He had just been with one of his 'work girls' that day, so it was an even trade.

So Dicky shows up at Penny's place, and I hadn't even thought about him being in his street clothes. I was kinda hoping to peel the UPS uniform off of him, but he looked so good in his street clothes I didn't mind too much.

I think Penny was a little jealous at first because he just about ripped my clothes off and fucked me like he was possessed. I guess all those weeks of teasing him really built up into a whole lotta energy. It was pretty awesome—I love gettin' fucked by a guy who really means it.

After the initial ravaging we got down to a nice long evening of screwing. He said it was his first three-way, so it was pretty special for him. He looked really good naked—super fit, like a gym guy I guess. Those big powerful legs really had some good fuck energy—Penny and me were both pounded hard. His cock was real nice—sorta short and thick like his legs, and super hard. Penny said it best I think, when he was ramming her from behind...

"Fuck me Dicky!" she screamed really loud. "You're gonna rip my ass open aren't ya! Fuck it! Fuck it! I love that fuckin' cock!

Yeah, it was a good fucking that night. We both loved that fucking cock.



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 03



I got to be pretty good friends with Julia after we were together at a couple of Lindsey's parties. That playroom of Lindsey's is pretty awesome I gotta say, and if Ronnie and I ever get a bigger house we're putting one in for sure.

Julia, she's kind of a wild child. I guess you could say that about me too, and for both of us it was Steve that switched on the 'go' button. Our quiet, sorta boring lives went blammo when we met him, and I think we got a kinship/sisterhood kinda thing because of the similarities of what happened to us, plus we just love sex and we can make each other cum like you wouldn't believe. The two of us together with no clothes on? Get that fire extinguisher ready, because it's smoking hot. Ronnie loves getting together with her. He says it's the best three-ways he's ever had.

It's kinda interesting that we're such good friends, because she's so educated and I'm not, as I'm sure you can tell from reading this. She writes these awesome children's books, they're so cool I can't even begin to tell you, and now she's working on an adult novel with sex and stuff in it and the little bits she's shown me are like poetry. She's just a real artist with words.

So she calls me last winter and asks me if I wanna go to Miami with her. I say 'holy fuck yes' and then reality sinks in that it's gonna be expensive. She says all I need is the plane ticket and everything else is covered. Ronnie felt bad and said he had some money stashed for a rainy day, so we split it—I got my plane ticket and he got a new TV for his football games.

"I want you to have a good time down there," he said when I was packing up. "I know how you and Julia are. Cut loose and have fun. Just don't get arrested and don't bring home any diseases."

So the trip's a writer's conference for the children's book thing. She figured I could work on my tan while she did a few of the seminar things, and there'd be plenty of time for the two of us to blow off plenty of steam, if you get my drift. I was hoping maybe we could meet up with Steve on his boat, but the timing didn't work out, so it was just me and Julia, taking on Miami in our hottest bikini's.

The funny thing was, it turns out Miami's like the hot bikini capitol of the freaking universe, so we were like a drop in the bucket, which was pretty funny. We thought we were gonna parade around the beach and collect hot men with our little bikinis on our forty-something bodies, but holy shit, the women down there! We were like completely invisible out on the fancy beaches.

The good news was, the writer's conference people turned out to be a total hoot! We partied our freaking asses off at the hotel and at the pool. Julia was totally amazed by it and said she'd never seen it like that before, but I got it on pretty good authority, from a couple of people that have been to a lot of those conferences, that it was Julia (and me I guess) that was the catalyst for all the fun we had. (Did you notice how I used the word 'catalyst' in there? And how I'm using these parenthesis? All my new writer friends from down there'll be proud of me.)

There was this one guy in particular that started the whole ball rolling. Julia told me about him on the plane ride down. She said she sees him at those conferences now and then, and all the women always hit on him but he never takes the bait and he ends up hanging out with her. Now the 'her' she's talking about is the old her, the virgin (can you imagine?) with the crazy bad looking long hair and the horrible clothes. So going down this time with me she was really nervous about seeing him. I could tell she was hoping he'd be there, and I was to. I was dying to see how he'd react to the 'new' Julia.

We didn't have wait long to find out, and it was pretty funny. He was in front of the airport loading his luggage into a cab when we got there. Julia pinched me and I stopped and watched when she said hello to him.

"Hi Rick," she said. "It's nice to see you here again."

He turned to see who was talking to him and he just stood there, like he didn't know what the fuck was going on. Totally jumbled his head was. Julia just waited, her mouth curling up slowly into a little smile. Rick actually dropped the bag he was holding. It was so awesome I just wanted to bust out laughing, just from the sheer joy of it all.

Just to set the picture a little bit, Julia was dressed pretty sexy, like she pretty much does all the time these days, in a short little summer dress. She was bra-less, with some nice cleavage showing, and she had her hair cut and highlighted right before we left by that genius that does her. She looked super hot, and her sexy little black glasses just take it all up a notch too. Rick didn't know what hit him.

"Julia?" he said, all flustered like. "That can't be you. Can it?"

"How've you been Rick," she said, all sexy like. "I'd like you to meet my friend Kathy."

That was my cue. "Hi Rick," I said, tryin' to be sexy too. "Julia's told me a lot about you."

So I guess I'll tell you what I was wearing even though Julia stole the show. I had on a pair of those capri pants, real tight ones, sorta like spandexie kinda stuff that showed off my yoga ass real good, and a little button up shirt that form fits to my tits nice, with little shirt tails that look cute. I started out with a little bra, but when I saw Julia at the airport without one I took mine off too and stuffed it in my purse. I hate to sound conceited and say I looked hot, but I'm pretty sure I did. That's what I was going for anyway.

"Nice to meet you Kathy," he said, and his bag slipped again and he dropped it.

Rick was real cute. Sorta conservative hair and clothes, but cute sorta stylish glasses and real nice eyes. His smile reminded me of Steve a little bit, real friendly looking. The best part was the bod though—tall and slim, with big shoulders and nice big hands. All the fumbling he was doing with his bags gave me a pretty good look at his ass too, and it was very promising.

We all shared the cab, with Rick in the middle, and by the time we got to the hotel his cock was hard in his pants. We didn't touch him or anything, just being so close to our jiggly tits I guess is what did it.

Julia was over the moon about that, making him get hard and all. She couldn't really say anything because we were all at the check-in desk together, and we rode the elevator together, but when we got into our room she looked like a teenaged girl who just got a date with Justin Beiber or something.

"This is unbelievable," she said, trying to snap her mind in focus. "What do we do now?"

"You fuck the shit out of him, that's what you do now," I said.

"I don't know," she said. "He's always been standoffish to women hitting on him here."

"You shoulda blown him right there in the cab," I said, and Julia laughed.

There was a welcome dinner for participants and guests, so we went down to that. We wore little cocktail dresses (with no bras of course) and high heeled shoes. Everybody was looking at Julia, coming over and saying hello, trying to act natural. A few said they liked her new look, but a few of the women seemed put off by it, sorta jealous I guess. 

Of course Rick joined us right away, and we sat with him and a few other fun people, two women and a guy. I'd say the women outnumbered the men ten to one or more, so it was nice to have two of the guys at our table. We had a nice dinner with lots of laughs, and I talked the three of them into having a swim with us in the pool. The waiter told us there was an indoor one that didn't get much use, so we found it on our way to our room and told them we'd meet up there in half-an-hour. Up in our room I called Ronnie, because I started feeling a little guilty about what might happen.

"Hey baby, what's up?" I said.

"Got an emergency call from Ellie Weeks," he said. "Her garage door popped off the tracks and she was worried about it fallin' on her car. It's like a hundred-thousand dollar Mercedes or somethin'. We're just gettin' it fixed up now."

"Oh you got Stevie there with ya?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was a two man job. Pretty heavy stuff," he said.

"Ellie's husband there?" I asked.

"No baby, he's out of town," he said.

"Oh good, I feel better now," I said. "Julia and I are gonna try and get four people drunk and naked, and I was feelin' a little guilty with you not bein' here, but it sounds like you guys got a good night ahead of you too."

"We'll see baby. She's dressed sexy, so I'm thinkin' you're probably right," he said. "I gotta go, Steve needs my help. You have fun, all right? Call me tomorrow and tell me all about it. Love you baby."

Sometimes I have to pinch myself, what with being in an open marriage to an awesome husband and all. Life is good, you know what I mean?

So Julia and I put on our sexiest little string bikinis and went down to the pool. It wasn't a real big one, and there were some tread mills and other machines in there too, but we had the place all to ourselves. The younger girl, Barb, she was probably in her mid-thirties, she had a bikini on, but a real conservative one, not stringy at all. The older girl, Lisa, she was a little older than us, maybe fifty, and she had on a real ugly one-piece suit, like something they'd sell at an old lady store. Neither one of them was a fitness freak—they were a little dumpy and mushy, and white as white can be.

The guys were kinda hot though. I already told you about Rick, but with his bathing suit on it was all much more clear. Nice muscular shoulders, some salt-and-pepper grey hair on his chest, and real nice legs, slender but still muscular, if you know what I mean. His bathing suit was too short for today, sorta old fashioned I guess is what I'm saying, but it made his nice ass look very nice indeed. And Bob, the other guy, he didn't bring a bathing suit, so he just took off his pants and jumped in the water in his boxer shorts. His hair was all grey but he didn't look real old, maybe fifty, with a real handsome face. He had a decent body, but nothing to write home about.

So up in the room Julia told me she didn't want to be too pushy with these folks. She didn't want to come off as promiscuous with her colleagues, which I can understand. We decided we'd try and get some drinking going and hopefully the bathing suits would come off sorta natural like.

So I walked over to the bar, which was kinda fun. Everybody's dressed in there of course, and I walk in in my tiny little bikini. Heads were swiveling at me from all directions, and it was such a rush I think I'm gonna have to do that kinda thing more often. I asked the cute bartender if he could pour a whole bottle of tequila into six plastic cups, and he set me up nice with a plastic tray and a bunch of lime slices and a salt shaker, and he charged it to our room. I felt sexy as fuck walking outta there holding that tray, swinging my ass like a son-of-a-bitch.

Back at the pool the booze went down wicked easy. I think our four friends were really hungry for a wild time—I got the feeling it was all new to all of them, and they were pent-up and ready. It wasn't too long before the cups were empty, and things started getting sexy. Lisa's real ugly bathing suit was kinda the catalyst.

"Lisa, we need to get you in a bikini," Julia said. "This is probably the best place in the world to buy one."

"I don't have the body for one, I'm afraid," she said.

"Baloney," Julia said. "Your tits are beautiful, right Ricky?"

The tequila was bringing Julia out of her shell, maybe more than she wanted under the circumstances. I just watched to see what would happen.

Rick wasn't quite sure what to say, and he was as cute as when he fumbled the luggage at the airport. He never did get any words strung together that made proper sense, and Julia laughed.

"There's your answer Lisa. Beautiful tits," Julia said with a smile.

Lisa had a priceless look on her face, like 'oh my God, that cute guy likes my tits!' or something like that.

"What is it with guys and tits anyway," I said, trying to help Julia get things going, and everybody laughed kinda nervous like.

"Well let me rephrase it then," Lisa said. "I don't have the ass for a bikini. I mean you two girls, you can stop traffic with those buns."

"I don't know," Julia said. "You guys would mind seeing Lisa's ass in a bikini, would you?"

The two guys said no, they wouldn't mind it at all.

"Or even out of a bikini, right?" Julia asked. "Asses like that look really good bent over the back of a couch."

Julia was in full-on tequila mode at that point, mixed with a whole bunch of dinner wine and a martini way back at the start.

Lisa was sorta shocked looking, but her eyes were twinkling and there was a nervous smile that she was holding back from a big one. She started to get that horny flush on her chest, what little of her chest we could see anyway. I'm sure her nipples were hard, mine and Julia's sure were, but Lisa's were under her old-lady suit and it was made out of armor plating or something, so there was no sign of them.

Everybody was standing in the same corner of the pool at that point, just sorta standing around and talking, but when the topic turned to tits and asses it got sorta quieter, and there was some electricity in the air. I love it when things turn sexy like that, and the air just feels sorta charged and you know something good's about to happen.

"Oh, I love it like that, bent over a couch," I said. "There's a couch in our room."

I figured, what the hell, if Julia doesn't wanna sound like a slut there's no reason I can't. I'm sure the tequila, the wine and the martini had something to do with it too.

"Shall we go up and have a little party?" I said.

Barb, who hadn't really been in on the tits and ass conversation other than looking on sorta interestedly, spoke up first.

"That sounds like fun," she said. "I haven't had any fun in way too long."

"That's the name of the Chinese guy I met out in the hall, Way Too Long," I said, and everybody cracked up laughing. It was just what we needed to break up the nervous tension some of them were feeling.

"Shall we?" I said, and I walked up the steps out of the pool, letting my ass do its thing.

Everybody got out and dried off, and I noticed the guys were both facing away from us girls, trying to hide their hard-on's no doubt. Bob had pants to put on, but Rick was at the mercy of the boner Gods. I probably shouldn't have teased him, but I untied the back of my top and walked over to him holding it over my tits with both my hands.

"Ricky, can you tie this for me baby," I said. "It came undone when I was drying."

I could feel his breath on my neck as he fumbled around with the tie. It was super sexy, and I turned and gave him a peck on the cheek when he was done. He was hard all right, I felt it on my belly.

We all walked out to the elevators, Rick wrapped up in a towel to hide his 'problem'. The ride up was kinda quiet, I don't think anybody wanted to say too much about what was happening, so nobody'd chicken out.

"How 'bout those Yankees," I said, and everybody laughed. "You girls ever watch sports just to look at the guys?"

"I do," Bob said, and we all laughed again. "No, not for the guys," he added quickly. "The girls. I'm a huge Olympics fan, and sometimes I wonder if it's just because I'm lonely and horny."

"Katarina Witt?" Rick asked him, and the two of them just about melted thinking about her.

"How about the ski team? And those Eastern European Gymnasts?" Bob said to Rick. It was pretty funny.

"What do you think girls, you think any of those boy gymnasts have big cocks?" I asked, and right when I said 'big cocks' the elevator doors had started to open. There was real bitchy looking woman standing there with her husband. She pulled him aside as we got off, like she didn't wanna be too close to all the bare skin walking past her, and I gave the husband a sexy wink. Maybe she got lucky later, who knows.

We all went in our room and everybody just sorta stood there.

"Take off those wet suits," I said, figuring I'd cut right to the chase. "I'll get some dry towels. I pulled the ties on my little bikini, and it was off in my hand as I walked away. I wish I coulda seen the looks on their faces.

"Is everybody comfortable with this?" I heard Julia ask them.

"I don't know if comfortable's the right word," Barb said, "but I'm ready, if that's what you mean." She had her tits out and was stepping out of her bottoms when I walked in with the towels.

"Pretty tits Barb," I said. Her face was beet red, but she was smiling.

I was dying to give somebody a blow-job, but I knew Julia wanted to get with Rick and I didn't want to monopolize the men and leave Barb and Lisa standing there all nervous, so I walked over to Lisa.

"You need help with this thing?" I asked, and I reached for the zipper on the back of her armor plating.

"Okay," she said quietly. 

She was clearly nervous, to the point of trembling.

"God, you're ice cold," I said as I unzipped her. "We need to warm you up."

I figured she'd be a lot more comfortable under some covers, so I pulled back the bed sheets and got in.

"Come on. You'll be warm in no time," I said, and I patted the bed next to me.

I could tell it wasn't her usual thing, both being naked with other people around and climbing into bed with a woman. She had a look of fear and uncertainty, but there was a sparkle in her eyes as her suit came off, and it was like my eyes being locked together with hers drew her to me like one of them tractor beam things in a sci-fi movie. Before either of us could think too much her cold body was against mine under the covers.

She was on her back, still sorta rigid, and I pulled my leg up over her lower body and felt her nice soft tit with my hand. She breathed real hard and whimpered a little, and then she closed her eyes and exhaled real loud again.

"Just relax honey," I said quietly. "We'll get those trembles outta ya. Think warm thoughts, like a big roaring fire in a fireplace, and somebody lickin' on your pussy with a nice warm tongue."

She really trembled bad when she heard that, but I think it was the good kind, like one of them little half-orgasms you get when something hits your brain just right. She opened her eyes and looked deep into mine and I just kissed her without thinking too much about it. She wrapped her arms around me and I rolled sorta on top of her and our pussy's were rubbing on each others legs. It was a hot kiss, with all kinds of new feelings rushing into both of us.

While that was happening with me and Lisa, the rest of them were really getting into it. Barb was sitting in an easy chair and Bob was standing by her with his cock in her mouth. He was caressing her head and moaning and it looked real nice.

Julia was on the couch, leaning way back with her legs spread wide, and Rick was on his knees on the floor with his head between her legs. She was caressing his head the way Bob was doing Barb's, and she was moaning too. Julia's moans are super sexy. She's one of my favorite sex partners just because of all the great noises she makes.

So after I took my little look at the others, Lisa pulled my mouth back to hers and kissed me again. It was like the sex devil finally found his way into her and she was ready to get off in a big way. My hand found its way to her pussy and a couple of my fingers were rubbing around inside, where that inside clit 'g' spot thingy's supposed to be. To say that got her going would be a big old understatement. Wow did she go! The quiet nervousness turned into a big loud orgasm, her body bucking like one of them rodeo horses. When she was done I kissed her again and rubbed the outside of her puss real nice. She was whimpering soft, sorta almost crying really, but it was one of those happy cries that sorta overtakes you when something awesome happens.




A Handyman's Wife Ch. 03



"That was super hot Lisa," I said. "Is it okay if we try something else?"

"Anything," she said, all breathless but excited.

"You warm now?" I asked.

"Roasting," she said.

I pulled the covers off of us, pushed them down on the floor so everybody could see us and we could see them, and I mounted Lisa for a nice sixty-nine. I'm guessing mine was the first pussy she ever tasted. Penny's was my first, that weekend at her camp when I first met Steve. It all happened so naturally that day I don't remember being nervous about it and I was hoping that was what was happening with Lisa too. She was a little slow getting started, but I felt her tongue in there doing what it was supposed to do. Girls just have an instinct for it—I never met one that didn't know what to do just sorta natural like.

There was lots of 'Oh God's' and yelps and stuff coming from Lisa. Some of her yelps were right into my pussy, making it vibrate and feel all tingly. I love that.

Julia was really getting going on the couch. Rick was leaned back the way she had been, and she was riding him cowgirl style, still wearing her glasses, looking like the sexiest children's book writer ever in the history of the world. Rick had her nice tits in his hands and he looked like one happy son-of-a-bitch. I had an awesome view of his cock sliding in and out as her hips rocked up and down on him, and her voice was getting louder and louder.

Barb and Bob were just getting to the fucking part. She got on her knees on the easy chair so he could take her from behind, but she was too low so she kneeled on the arms which really spread her nice. She looked super hot when he slid in, and they both groaned really loud. I could almost feel it myself just from hearing those beautiful groans.

The hotel room was well and truly rocking at that point, and my heart soared. I just love it so much when a group of people get together and feel that kind of intense awesomeness. There's just nothing better in the world than those moments. I smiled and dove back into Lisa's wet pussy.

It was a nice long night and Lisa got fucked by both the guys. Rick took her bent over the back of the couch, just the way Julia had said her ass would look really good. We all admired it before he plunged in, which made her happy I think. I went around the front side of the couch and kissed her and fondled her tits. I knew she'd like that because I do, and she came so hard we got a phone call from the front desk asking us to keep the noise down. It was pretty funny because when Julia was talking on the phone Bob started fucking her, right there in that same position. I'm sure whoever was on the phone heard it and sorta knew what was going on.

Of course I got fucked too. The guys had to rest up a few times to keep things going, but they were troopers and did themselves proud. It was a great night all around.

I couldn't call Ronnie because it was three in the morning when everybody left, so I called him later that morning when Julia was in a publisher's seminar. The garage door job at Ellie Week's place went good he said, and he and Stevie fucked her in a guest apartment over her garage. I told him about the party Julia and I had there in the room and he got so hot he made himself cum as I told him about it over the phone. I was playing with my pussy and I came right after he did.

"Fuck baby, I love you so much," he said all breathless like.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world.



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 04



So here's something you guys don't know about me yet— I was born in the South. Huntsville Alabama. The 'deep south' as my momma called it. We moved up here to upstate New York when I was ten—my daddy's brother got him a job in a big factory. My southern accent's long gone. Well, I think so anyway, but some people say they can still hear it. I still use southern words and phrases, hard not to when you grow up in a house full of southerners. It's all been Yankified though—y'all became you all, and stuff like that.

It was pretty traumatic moving up here, but Penny was one of the first people I met, and she was fun right off the bat. I already told you about how she clued me in as to what sex was in the first place, listening to my momma and daddy through my bedroom wall. We got into plenty of, shall we say, situations, growing up through our teen years, but I can't tell you about most of that stuff because it might incriminate some people, if you get my drift. Jail-bait was our middle name, I guess you could say.

High school ended and neither one of us went to college. I married Ronnie, he became a carpenters apprentice, and Penny married a jerk named Billy. She only married him because she was pregnant, and then she lost the baby. The marriage fizzled when he became even more of a jerk than he already was.

I really didn't see Penny much through our twenties and thirties—enough to stay friends, but we drifted apart a little bit. She never remarried, and stayed as wild as ever, and I just settled into the 'good wife' thing, and like I told you before, sexual boredom set in pretty severe.

Things picked up with Penny and me friendship wise when we were at a mutual friend's baby shower and we both had too much wine. It was so much fun, laughing with her and hugging, I just wanted to keep it going so I called her a few days later. Next thing you know Ronnie and me were up at her camp and Steve was there. The rest is history I guess is how they say it.

Having sex with Penny sorta blew my mind at first. Like I told you before, when it first happened up at the camp it felt real natural like and was awesome, putting my mouth on her pussy and making her cum. But when I got home and thought about it all it really kinda blew my mind. Sure, getting fucked real good by Steve blew my old brain apart too, but that sixty-nine with Penny seemed beyond comprehension, considering our history together.

She called me the next day, after we got home, to make sure I was okay with everything that happened. I was fine with it, felt better about life than I had in a long while, but it still felt like some kind of a mystery, the whole wild sex thing. The stuff we had done in our teens, that was slutty for sure, but never really wild. There was never even a three-way or anything like that. So being in a four way swapping situation at Penny's camp, with my husband and my best old friend, licking pussies, two guys at once, the whole works for a whole weekend, that was a real turning point for me that let loose twenty years of boredom.

I don't wanna sound too hard on Ronnie. We had a nice enough sex life for those twenty years. We used a few different positions, and the oral was decent. But time takes its toll and it just got stale. Penny's camp that weekend with Steve was a massive breath of fresh air.

Reading Steve's account of it I realize just how ready for it all I really was. And when Penny called when we got home I knew it had to continue. Thankfully Ronnie thought it was all awesome too and he wanted to see if we could keep that kinda thing in our lives. So, an open marriage was born.

We didn't wanna just go crazy with it and spin outta control, so we waited, just having sex with each other, but that was better than ever. Ronnie was splattering me with cum, and other stuff like that that we had never done before. It sounds funny to say it now, but Ronnie and me had never even done sixty-nine together before that weekend at Penny's, so all that new stuff really put some juice in the old sex life.

It was the housewarming party at Steve's camp that really drove home what was happening. Ronnie got together with a bunch of girls that night, and me, I just about lost my mind fucking anything that moved. I was nearly unconscious when Ronnie brought me home, and I was sore for days afterward, but it was just an incredible, unbelievable experience. Penny called the next day to see if I was all right, and I just knew when I was talking to her that I wanted stuff like that to happen more often. I talked it over with Ronnie and he was into the idea too.

I invited Penny over for dinner that next week. I told her to dress sexy, so I'm pretty sure she knew what was on my mind. Ronnie didn't know, but when he saw me in my little dress and Penny took off her coat and had on awesome slut clothes, he got a big smile on his face.

We ate and drank a bunch and laughed about the old days. When it felt right I took their hands and led them to the bedroom. Penny put her hands on the low dresser and arched her back with her legs spread real slutty. She looked over her shoulder at Ronnie, he pushed up the little short dress that was barely covering her ass, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life I swear to God. Ronnie pulled out his cock and fucked her right there, with me standing there watching. I swear to God I had an orgasm just standing there, not moving a muscle. It was all so fucking intense I can hardly even write this, my hands are trembling just remembering it. Ronnie's cock slid in and out of her, all shiny and slippery looking, and Penny's long legs were like a perfect 'V', her knees locked stiff and her beautiful ass in Ronnie's hands. She was gushing air out of her nose like horses do when they're excited, and she was clutching at the folded up clothes on top of the dresser. Ronnie fucked her faster, moaning with his mouth open, and Penny's body started vibrating and twitching like she was starting to loose control. Ronnie's body looked so big and powerful, and all that powerful energy transferred into Penny's insides and she came like a motherfucker. There's really no better way of putting it—she came like a motherfucker. It may be the single sexiest thing I've ever witnessed in my life. Holy God it was something else, and I just had a little orgasm sitting here telling you about it.



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 05



One of my favorite stories of Steve's is the one where Nicki loses her virginity up at Chrissy's lodge. I just about lost my mind reading that chapter—it's just super hot. Ronnie and I got a virgin story too. It's a lot more 'blue collar' than Chrissy's magical lodge, but it was a whole lotta fun.

We got a supermarket a couple miles away. I actually worked there for a while about ten years ago, but it's been so long I don't know anybody there any more. Ronnie and I both go in there quite a bit, and often times Ronnie'll stop in on his way home from work to pick up a few things.

Every once in a while we'll go in together for something, and one time when we were checking out, the girl at the register and Ronnie were flirting a little. She was trying to not show it because I was there, but it was pretty obvious. A few days later I was in there again.

"I didn't know you guys were a couple," she said with a sly little smile.

"Who, Ronnie you mean?" I said, thinking back to the other day.

"He's so big..." she said, with a faraway look in her eye.

I chuckled. "I call him my mountain man," I said.

She got this really amazing look on her face, and I could just about read her mind picturing herself being taken by a big mountain man—my Ronnie—out in the woods somewhere.

"How old are you Rachel?" I asked after reading her name on the pin on her smock.

"Eighteen," she said.

"You and me, we got something in common you know," I said. "We both like big men. Maybe it's because we're both so small. It's fun to feel like you can't move a muscle when they...you know."

Her eyes got big and she blushed real hard. She had a real dark tan and the blush made her almost purple. She looked nervously over her shoulder at the customer service desk, probably where her manager was, and then somebody got in line behind me, so I couldn't say anymore.

"I'm Kathy. See ya Rach," I said when I left.

That night I told Ronnie about it. He knew just who I was talking about of course.

"You know her, right?" I asked.

"Yeah I know her, she's cute as fuck," he said.

"You wanna play with her...if I bring her home sometime?" I asked.

It made Ronnie so fucking horny he just about fucked the shit outta me that night.

So I decided to go through her line like every day, and just chat and get friendly. She remembered my name right away, which was a good sign, and whenever there wasn't anybody near us I'd talk about big men, and sorta sexy stuff. The sexy stuff always made her blush, but I could tell she liked me talking about it—I kinda sensed that it was new to her, having someone be open about that kinda thing. Finally, after a week or so when we were feeling real comfortable with each other, I got down to the nitty-gritty.

"You wanna come over and hang out with me and Ronnie sometime?" I asked her.

She just stood there, and a smile happened real nice and slow on her pretty face.

"You want me to?" she said.

"Yeah, we'd love it Rach," I said. "Only if you really want too though. I don't wanna seem pushy or anything."

"No, I...I want to," she said kinda quiet, and looking more serious.

"Good," I said. "Tonight's Friday, you got anything goin' on?"

She shook her head, her eyes big and curious looking, and I wrote our address on the back of one of Ronnie's business cards.

"Eight o'clock work for you?" I asked, and she nodded silently. "I'll make some snacks and we'll see what happens," I said with a little smile, and I winked at her. I could tell it hit her like a ton a bricks as I walked away. I was so horny I felt like rubbing one out right there in the car as I drove away.

I got to thinking when Ronnie and I were waiting for her to show up that maybe winking at her scared the shit out of her, and maybe she wasn't into what I sorta let her know we were into. But then headlights pulled in the driveway, and little Rachel got out of her car and walked kinda slow towards the door. I opened it up and gave her a big smile.

"Hi Rach!" I said real bright, trying to help her with her obvious nerves.

"Hi Kathy," she said soft and cute, and I hugged her.

"Ronnie, Rach is here" I yelled. "Big slob's in the bathroom, trying to make himself pretty," I said, and Rachel giggled sorta nervous like.

Ronnie came down the little hallway with a smile.

"Uh oh," I said, "he's got his tight jeans on, we might be in trouble."

Rach giggled again, and Ronnie put his hand out for her to shake. She took ahold of it and got up on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hi Ronnie," she said, and then she looked shy all of the sudden and blushed a little.

I took her winter coat and she was dressed real cute under it—faded jeans that fit her perfect, one of those hand-knit sweaters that they make in Peru or somewhere, unbuttoned all the way down the front, a little tank top underneath it, and no bra. She's the kind of girl who doesn't really need a bra—she's got real small tits, but they look perfect on her small little body. She took off her Ugg boots and had bare feet underneath. Real sexy.

"Wow," I said, "This's the first time we've seen you outta your uniform. You're super sexy Rach."

She blushed again and didn't know what to say.

"Wanna glass of wine sweetheart?" I asked.

My devious mind went to work, thinking of how we could get her out of her sweater, and I turned the thermostat up real high.

We stood around the kitchen island and found out she graduated high school back in the summer, and was taking classes at the community college. Ronnie talked to her about the science department building up there, because he worked on that when they built it, back when he worked for big contractors.

"So, you got a boyfriend sweetheart?" I asked as I poured our second glass of wine.

"No," she said real quiet, shaking her head.

"What, are the boys in this town nutty?" Ronnie said. "You know you're the cutest girl at the store, right?"

"I am not!" she said, looking embarrassed.

"Fuck yeah you are!" Ronnie said. "I can barely get through your line without losin' my mind."

She was really blushing at that point, and I could feel the heat too, so I slipped off my outer shirt leaving a pretty little undershirt thingy I had on. My nips were hard and I looked pretty sexy, if I do say so myself.

"You hot in that sweater honey?" I asked, and I didn't really give her a chance to answer, I just took it off for her. Her nips were super hard, and really big. Damn she looked good.

"It's a good thing they got those ugly smocks or I'd never make it through that store," Ronnie said in wonder at Rach's little body, and she giggled.

"Let's sit," I said. "You've probably been on your feet all day punchin' that cash register."

We went in the living room, and Rach sat in the middle of the couch, like she could sense that we wanted to surround her.

"Put on some music baby," I said to Ronnie. He put on an old Stevie Wonder CD that always makes me happy, and he walked back into the kitchen.

I hooked my leg over Rachel's and leaned back into the corner of the couch, all sexy like.

"So, what do cute sexy girls like you usually do on a Friday night," I asked as I sipped my wine.

"You're asking me?" she said, sounding surprised. "I think maybe you got the wrong idea about me."

"Oh I'm sorry honey," I said, and I unhooked my leg from hers. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not that," she said, and she put her hand sorta tentatively on my leg and pulled it back over hers. "I'm just...I haven't ever done this before. But I'm actually more comfortable than I thought I'd be."

"Haven't ever as in haven't ever? I said.

She nodded, and Ronnie joined us, sitting on the other side of her, but not too close.

"What'd I miss, anything good," he smiled.

"I was just telling Kathy...I've never been with anybody before," she said, looking down at her hand on my leg.

"Whoa!" Ronnie said quietly. "But you're so sexy. How can that be?"

"It just works out that way sometimes I guess," she said, still not making eye contact.

"Yes it does, and it's nothing to be ashamed of if that's what you're thinking Rach," I said.

She looked up at me and smiled a little.

"How old were you?" she asked me.

"Well, I had a friend who was...sorta advanced for her age, so it's not a good comparison," I said.

"How old?" she said, her smiled turning to a smirk.

"Fourteen," I said sheepishly.

"Fourteen!" Rach said. "Oh my god! I missed out on four years of fun!"

"Well I certainly wouldn't recommend any girl start that early," I said. "I kinda wish I had waited like you did. All that early stuff was just slutty and most of it didn't make me feel good."

"You make it sound like I waited," she said. "It wasn't exactly voluntary. I've been ready for a while. But...I guess I'm glad I wasn't just doin' it for no good reason. There were some girls in high school like that, and they never really had good steady relationships with boys. But there comes a time when it's just ridiculous—I'm in college for goodness sake."

"I hope you're not here just to take advantage of us," I said with a wink, and Rach giggled.

I put my hand on top of the one she had on my leg, and I slid it up so she could feel the heat from my crotch. I manipulated her hand with mine, massaging my pussy through my jeans. 

"Ronnie's right you know," I said with a breathy moan. "You're way too fuckin' sexy."

Ronnie took her other hand and put it on his crotch, and he leaned in and they kissed. Rachel was breathing hard through her nose, and Ronnie's big hand rubbed her little tank top all over her little tits. I was wishing I had set up a hidden camera, because it was hot as shit.

I pulled off my little shirt and pulled her soft hand up over my tits. I was moaning and dying to kiss her, so I leaned in and she shifted to me. While we were lost in the passion of it Ronnie stripped. I don't know how he did it so fast but there he was, sitting there naked all the sudden.

"What the fuck Ronnie!" I laughed. "Maybe the girl would have liked to have stripped her first man."

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I can put it back on..."

"No fuckin' way!" Rach said, and she just sat there looking at him, breathing hard.

Ronnie's hard cock was just sorta hovering above the couch cushion, bobbin' up and down a little, and her hand reached out real slow like and her fingers encircled it. She moaned when she felt the heat for the first time, and I was wishing I could've been her, experiencing it all brand new.

"You get to direct traffic honey," I said to Rach. "We want this to be exactly what you imagined, so tell us just what you want, every step of the way."

"But I don't know what I want," she said. "You know what's good. I trust you."

"You must watch porn a little though, right?" I said. "Isn't there stuff you've seen that you think looks super hot?"

"Oh, well now that you put it that way," she giggled. "Yeah...okay."

"Just do it baby," I said to her. "Anything you want, just do it. Or ask us to do it. You need protection? You on birth control?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she said as she slipped her little body off the couch and kneeled between Ronnie's legs. "You're gonna have to tell me how to do this," she said, looking up at Ronnie with sexy bedroom eyes. "You too, okay?" she said, looking over at me. "I wanna learn."

She almost didn't get the last word out as Ronnie's cock filled her sweet mouth.

"Oh fuck baby!" Ronnie moaned. "You're so fuckin' sexy I don't think I'm gonna last long."

"Good," she said, her words garbled a little by the sucking and licking. "I wanna taste you."

I directed her how to use her hand on the base of Ronnie's big cock, the part she couldn't get in her mouth. Her other hand went to work on his balls, just sorta instinctively.

"If you want him to cum keep the pressure up with your mouth and your hand," I said. "If you take a break, you'll have to start all over."

She was really into it, moaning and grunting, and Ronnie was way out there at the end of his rope, trying to hang on. Suddenly his body jerked real hard a few times and he pumped her virgin mouth full. It all oozed out of her lips around his cock and ran down over her hand, looking like some kind of beautiful, gooey fountain. All the nice muscles in Ronnie's stomach were rolling like big ocean swells, and his big mountain man body was in its element, doing what it does best. It was rare that I got to just sit and watch him like that, and he looked really beautiful.

"Fffuucckk!" Rachel said real quite like, in sort of a breathy whisper.

She was looking up at Ronnie, and he just lay there sorta speechless. 

"That was fuckin' awesome sweetheart," I said.

I got down on my knees next to her and kissed her sticky, cum covered mouth.

"He tastes good, doesn't he?" I said.

She still had her hand around Ronnie's cock, all covered with cum, and I started licking it up and sucking it off her hand. She bent down and joined me, and we cleaned things up real good, Ronnie moaning at the pleasure of it all.

"That was a big time blow-job honey," I said. "You took more outta him than most girls do."

Rachel looked real proud, like she had done something better than she ever thought she would.

"That means we gotta let him rest up a bit," I said. "Wanna lick each others pussies a little? That'll make him hard again, right Ronnie?"

"Fuck yeah," he said, still kinda quiet and almost speechless.

Rachel smiled real sexy, with sort of a wild darkness in her eyes. I pushed her on her back and swung my leg over her head and squatted until my pussy was within reach of her tongue, and she tickled me with the tip of it, just like a good fucking sexy girl would.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I said quiet and sexy like, and she put her hands on my hips and lifted her head up tight into my crotch. Her nose was poking right in my asshole and her mouth sucked in my whole pussy. It was fucking awesome! I dropped down on all-fours and buried my mouth in her sweet little pussy. It was wet and so hot, like it was on fire. The two of us went at it like crazy women, just starving for each others juices. I could feel myself cumming, like a rush of heat bursting through my body, and I looked up at Ronnie as I screamed. It was a long, drawn out scream that sounded like some kinda weird music, like some kinda violin type thing from a foreign land, wavering up and down at the frequency of like, purple, or some crazy shit like that. Ronnie had a look on his face like 'holy shit baby', and then I quivered until my head dropped, right into the heat of Rach's pussy once again.

"Oh fuck!" I said, all muffled by the soft pussy lips against my tongue.

I tried to get my shit together and give that sweet girl a good licking, and it didn't take long to get her revved up and flying. She took off and had a big orgasm, her pussy trying to knock my head off of it, but I just kept licking with my whole mouth, making her scream. It may have been the first orgasm she ever had that she didn't give herself. I don't know if that's true, but it'd be pretty cool if it was.

"Oh God...oh God...oh God," she said real quiet afterwards, and her hands moved real soft over my thighs.

I kissed her pussy softly, and kissed all around it and the inside of her legs. She was spread open real relaxed like, and the creamy insides of her thighs were just beautiful and begging to be kissed all over. It was so fucking hot. God I love sexy girls!

I could see Ronnie was ready, so I rolled off little Rach.

"Ronnie's ready baby," I said to her. "You ready for the best thing you ever felt?"

She nodded, still kinda speechless from the big 'O' and all my licking.

"How do you want him sweetheart?" I asked, rubbing my hands real soft over her little tits.

"Like this," she said.

She was laying on her back on the rug with her knees spread and her arms up sorta over her head, lookin' just hotter than hot can be. Ronnie got off the couch and covered her with his big mountain man body and kissed her. It was a sloppy wet kiss and she was super horny.

"Hold my arms down so I can't move," she whispered in his ear.

He started by getting his big cock lined up with her little hole, and once he got it started he pinned her arms down out next to her head. Her pussy was super wet, so even though she was a tight little virgin Ronnie thrust it in there, and she was lost in that heavenly place. I sat there and watched and it was so beautiful. Both of them were beautiful, doing that awesome wonderful thing that just makes you feel so God damn good you can't even stand it. I almost couldn't stand it and I was just watching!

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" Rachel moaned, with her mouth open. The moans were floating out like feathers, soft and light.

I rubbed her tits real soft, and me and Ronnie took turns kissing her, all of us moaning into each others mouths.

"Oh fuck baby," Ronnie said as he thrusted his big cock into her. "You feel so fuckin' good."

After a while her body started responding deeper, her back arching up and down like those ocean waves I keep talking about, and her soft moaning voice getting louder. Ronnie was taking her high. I could tell he was fighting it, trying to keep from cumming himself, and I was silently willing him on and watching Rachel climb that beautiful mountain.

"Oh baby," I said quietly to her. "You're there baby. You're there..."

Her eyes rolled back in her head like a crazy person, and she gasped for breath. Ronnie kept up a perfect even thrust, over and over as she came. That beautiful colored wave swept through her again and again, and then Ronnie whimpered a little and pulled out and splattered cum on Rach's pretty little belly, her stomach muscles still rippling with a mind of their own. I kissed her and rubbed her tits real soft, the way I like it done to me, and she breathed real deep, sucking in cool air through her nose as her body writhed real slow on the wind-down.

"Pretty fun, huh baby?" I said quietly to her.

"Fffuuucck," she said real quiet.

———————

We had lot's of fun with Rach for a couple months, and then she had the credits she needed from the community college and she went off to a fancy university. Just before she left she was telling us about how her family was helping her out with college and all, and a couple of the names sounded familiar to Ronnie. Turns out Rachel's his cousin—like a second cousin once removed or something. It's pretty funny and we all got a good laugh out of it. Anyway, Rach's a sweet girl and gonna make some guy real lucky.

I hope you liked my virgin story. Who knows, maybe I'll have another one for you some day...



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 06



My sister's a funny one. She's super uptight about sex, but I've been working on breaking her down, and she's changing a bit. She's a real nice girl, and we always got along, but we're real different in a lotta ways. One of the biggest is appearance wise. One of the reasons I stick with my yoga so good is to keep this ass of mine from turning into my sisters. I know that's harsh, but it's a good motivator. She'll be pissed if she reads this, but, she let herself get fat, what can I say. 

She's got this junk food addiction, from having a boring life I think, and exercise has never been her thing. I feel bad about it because she's getting into health problems and she's only fifty. I've been trying to tell her that the best exercise is screwing, but she just looks at me like I'm wacky.

She didn't know all the details of my 'open' marriage, but she's had a pretty good inkling I think, and just lately she seems kinda interested. Sorta like jealous almost, but more of a kind of disappointment in her own life.

She came over yesterday for coffee. She brought donuts of course—I just picked at 'em and she wolfed down two or three, but in her defense she had a lot of nervous energy because of the way the conversation went.

We were talking about her health issues and her need for exercise, and she agreed to let me help her get into yoga, which is cool, and then I brought up the sex thing again.

"Why don't you just screw Danny every day?" I said. "He'd love it, and you'll burn a ton a calories and it's awesome for cardio."

"Maybe the way you do it," she said, looking defeated about the whole thing before we even got into talking about it.

"So, get creative," I said. "Like I said, Danny'll love it."

"He probably would," she said. "But I'm not like you. I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Just do the stuff you see other people doing," I said.

"I don't make a habit of looking in peoples bedroom windows you know," she said.

I almost couldn't believe my ears, but it sounded like...

"You don't watch porn?" I said, all flabbergasted. 

"No!" she said, like watching it was a horrible thing to even suggest.

I do most of my porn watching on the computer these days, but Ronnie and I still have some old-school DVD's, and one in particular with a super hot guy with a cock just like Steve's. I left her at the kitchen table and went and got it, put it in the player in the living room and called Karen in. That's my sister's name, Karen.

She could hear the terrible music and was shaking her head when she came in.

"I'm not gonna sit here and watch porn," she said, but she sat right down and started watching it.

About three minutes in, the couple on screen were already taking their clothes off.

"Jesus Christ, they don't waste any time with a story do they," she said. She was curled up on the couch, holding her coffee mug in both hands and her eyes were locked on the TV screen.

The couple were stripped and naked, and the girl was going down on the guy, taking him deep in her mouth.

"That doesn't burn much calories, but I'm sure Danny likes that, right?" I asked.

"I wouldn't know," she said. "He probably would though."

"Try it Karen," I said. "Life's to short to be hung up about it. It's tons of fun, believe me. It feels so sexy when you get a guy in your mouth like that, especially when you learn how to let him go deep like that. Super hot."

Karen was mesmerized by the action, and I just let her watch and let the heat of it sink into her brain.

"He's fuckin' hot," she said.

"Yeah he is," I said. I wanted to tell her my favorite lover has a cock just like that, but I didn't wanna freak her out too much too soon. "Long ones take a little extra practice with your throat, but it's not hard to do. Is Danny's long enough to make it difficult you think?" I asked, mostly because I was curious about my brother's cock.

"Sorta. But it's not like that," she said, staring at the super hot deep-throat going on.

Pretty soon the girl was on her knees on the guys desk, and his face was buried in her ass.

"God, he's like lickin' all of her, isn't he," she said, sounding surprised.

"You haven't lived 'till you've had your ass licked by a hotty," I said with a smirk.

"God Kathy, you are somethin' else," she said, shaking her head but smiling a little.

The girl on the TV was screaming and came real hard from the guy's licking.

"Don't you love it when a tongue makes you cum," I said.

The girl got off the desk and bent over with her hands on it, her back arched real nice. The guy with the big Steve cock slid it into her and they started fucking. Now, this guy's super hot. He's got the cutest ass and a perfect body, and the cameraman takes advantage of it.

"Damn!" Karen said in a sort of breathy whisper. I just let her watch it.

She was breathing heavy and sipping nervously at her coffee even though I think the cup was empty. The Steve cock guy was really going now, slapping hard into the lucky girl. They both had a nice sweaty sheen on their bodies, and they were talking nice and dirty about what they were doing to each other. It all came to a wicked hot climax, and the scene faded to two fully clothed people outdoors talking to each other.

"What the fuck Kathy!" Karen said. I could tell she was all hot and bothered. "How often do you watch this stuff?"

"I know right?" I said. "That guy's super fuckin' hot. I don't watch this one much 'cause there's so much on the computer now for free, but it's fun to see his hot bod every once in a while. I know a guy that reminds me a lot of him, if you get my drift." I wasn't sure if I shoulda said that, but I figured I'd see what would happen.

"Waddya mean?" Karen said with big eyes. "Are you havin' an affair?"

"No, Ronnie knows about it," I said. "He knows him too."

"Okay, what the fuck," she said as she readjusted her herself to face me more. "Do you guys fuck other people?" she asked real calm, like she was just real curious.

"What are you gonna think of us if I answer?" I said.

"Nothin', I love you guys," she said. "I just can't quite fathom it. If I had to guess I'd say it's just in the last couple of years, right? Aren't you afraid it's all gonna crash and burn?"

"It's weird, I know, but I think our marriage is stronger right now than it's ever been," I said. "I know Ronnie'd say that too. We talk about it a lot. That's what makes it work—lots of talkin' about everything."

"How does it even happen?" she asked. "What did you answer a personal ad or somethin'?"

"No, it was at a friend's place. It just sorta happened organic," I said.

"Let me guess—Penny, right? It's gotta be Penny," she said.

My smirk told her she was right.

"That fuckin' girl—she turned you into a teenaged slut, and now this," Karen said. "If your marriage can't handle this I'm goin' after her."

"Hey, I love Penny and so does Ronnie," I said. "There's nothin' wrong with a girl wantin' to have fun with her life, and bringin' others along for the ride. Maybe you're just jealous. You need to get some of this shit in your life," I said, gesturing at the wild four-way going on on the TV screen."

"Of course I'm jealous, can you blame me? Turn that up again," she said, looking at the TV.

I raised the volume right when the two girls were reaching their peak, and they came like wild horny sluts while their guys pounded them.

"Jesus!" Karen said as she watched it. "So what do I do? How do I get Danny interested in sex?"

"Tell him you are," I said. "I'm guessin' it'll be as simple as that. Guys are horn-dogs. If he thinks you wanna get slutty, he'll be all over it, I almost guarantee it. Tell him you always wanted to learn how to deep-throat, and it'll take some practice. No guy in the world wouldn't wanna help you with that. And then stick your ass in the air and tell him you want him to lick ya. He'll find your asshole, you won't need to help him. Just be free with it. Let the stupid hang-ups go. Drink if you need to, to loosen yourself up."

"He's been wantin' me to try some single malt Scotch he got," she said.

"There ya go," I said. "Sounds like a party ready to happen."

We turned off the porn and I got her started with some simple yoga stretches and positions.

"Lay off the damn junk food, screw your brains out, do some yoga to relax—you'll be like a new woman, I guarantee it," I said. "The junk food and the screwin' are the main things though. Do you promise you'll try?"

———————

A week later Karen came over for coffee again. She told me how Danny went nuts when she gave him his first blowjob. He fucked the shit out of her doggie style for the first time too. She said it was the most thrilling night of her life. Single malt Scotch to the rescue.



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 07



It's two AM and I can't sleep. Ronnie was tired when he got home, but I needed a little something so we went to bed early and I let him lay there on his back real quiet while I fucked him slow and sensual. I love doing that sometimes—forgetting all the 'pound me, fuck me hard' stuff and just relaxing with the simple feeling of a full pussy and a warm man underneath me.

Usually it'll send us both off to sleep better than a sleeping pill, but tonight I dozed off for a while and then woke about midnight. I've been up ever since.

I wandered into the kitchen in the dark, with just a little light from the streetlights filtering in through the windows to light my way. The thing that caught my eye right away was a dim light coming from the next door neighbor's house, in one of their back rooms. The man of the house, Nick, who's about my age, was sitting at a desk writing something on a laptop. He looked like he really knows how to type—I wish I could do that.

Anyway, I just stood in the dark and watched him for a while. He's a handsome man. Sort of Italian I guess, or Greek maybe. Swarthy I think they used to call it. He and his wife never showed any interest in us, like sexually or anything. That's cool, it'd be weird if everybody did. But I still think he's kinda hot.

So I'm standing there in the dark in the kitchen looking at him, and I just took off my shirt. I sleep in a t-shirt with nothing on under it, so I was standing there naked. It felt really exciting to be there so close to him like that, probably thirty feet away.

I don't know why, but I decided to let him see me if he wanted to, so I turned on some under cabinet lights Ronnie had just put in. I made sure I was looking sorta sideways at him when I switched 'em on, and in my peripheral vision I could see his head swivel towards me. So I went about my business, facing away from him. I got a granola bar out of the cupboard, and bent down to look in a low cupboard so I could show him my ass a little. I stood up and kept my posture real good with a nice arched back, and opened the refrigerator. It lit up my tits real nice and I stood there and took a swig of juice before I closed the door. I sat up on the counter with my legs open a little bit and ate my snack, making sure I never looked anywhere near his direction. I could see him watching me though.

Real slow like I put my free hand on my thigh while I was chewing on my snack, and ran it up to the very top, where thigh meets pussy. I closed my eyes and started to play with myself, real slow at first. I was feeding my face with the granola bar, and feeding my puss with my fingers, and pretty soon it was feeling pretty damn good.

I took another swig from the juice bottle, set it down, and rubbed the hand that got cold and wet from it over my tit. The wet chill on my nipple set a jolt through me and my pussy playing got more intense.

I didn't intend to get all orgasmic in front of the poor guy, but once that ball starts rolling and gathering steam there's no turning back. Pretty soon my hips were rocking back and forth on the counter, and my fingers were deep, rubbing up above the inside of my clit like Julia showed me once. She said she saw it on the internet somewhere. Anyway, pretty soon my mouth was open and my eyes were rolling back and it was game on. I came super nice, a real deep one that filled me with heat and happiness.

I almost forget about Nick over there. A quick sideways glance told me he was still watching, so I licked off my fingers real sensual like and finished my granola bar. Another swig of juice and I opened the refrigerator again to put it away, bathing myself in light. I closed the door, switched off the under cabinet lights and stood there in the dark again. I was able to watch Nick again because he couldn't see me anymore. He had a little smile on his face as he turned back toward his computer, and he started typing again. He stopped soon after he started, shook his head a little, and the light coming from his computer screen changed and he just sat there watching it. It was changing color and flashing a little bit, so I guess it was a video. Pretty soon I could tell he was jerkin' off. I wish I could've seen his cock, but it was down too low below the window. It wasn't long before he was really going at it, and his head went back a little and his mouth opened when he came. He just sat there for a minute, breathing hard, and then it looked like he was cleaning up his mess.

Nighttime in the suburbs. It's fun sometimes.



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 08



I told Ronnie about how I masturbated in the kitchen with our neighbor Rick watching. At first he was pissed because he doesn't wanna make things weird in the neighborhood, but I could tell he thought it was hot.

Ronnie gets up late at night sometimes too. You'd think he'd sleep real good because he works so hard, but he often wanders around in the middle of the night for a while. Maybe it's the food he eats or something, I dunno. So anyway, this morning he tells me about what happened last night...

It's like a week after the thing with Nick, and Ronnie's sitting at the kitchen table at like two in the morning having a snack when Nick's wife Beverly switches on the light in the same room I saw Nick in. Ronnie's sitting in the dark with just the light of the streetlights, so she doesn't see him.

"She turned on the laptop on the desk," Ronnie says to me, "and it's angled so I can see it pretty good. I'm just eatin' my cereal, watchin' kinda casual, and I see porn on there."

"What!" I say to Ronnie. "Fuckin' Bev watches fuckin' porn! You gotta be kiddin' me!"

"Not just porn, it looked like fuckin' girl-on-girl shit," Ronnie said with a smile.

"No fuckin' way!" I said.

Now Bev, she comes across like an old schoolmarm or something. She's not any older than me I don't think, but she just got that air about her, you know what I mean? The thought of her watching girl-on-girl porn just about blew my mind.

"So," Ronnie says, "she just sat there watchin' it, and I could sorta tell her hand was on herself, you know what I mean? I wish that window was bigger."

"You and me both," I said. "I couldn't see Nick's cock either."

"She was gettin' into what she was watchin' and pretty soon she had her shirt open," Ronnie says. "She didn't have a bra on, which seemed weird for her, but I guess it was nighttime so..."

"You saw her tits!" I said. "It's funny, seein' Bev's tits is like one of those things you don't think ever happens to anybody."

"I know, it was like one of those 'what the fuck' moments," Ronnie said.

"So what do they look like?" I asked, always curious about such things.

"Pretty damn nice," he said. "She sure keeps 'em hid good though, I never would have guessed it."

"So what happened next? Don't even tell me you saw her cum! That'd be too fuckin' much," I said, shaking my head in disbelief at the thought. "It's weird thinkin' that she even knows how."

"Oh she came," Ronnie said with a smirk, "It was pretty fuckin' hot, and then she got busted. Her head turned around all nervous like, and she closed the laptop and started pullin' her shirt closed. They were talkin' or somethin' and then her chair turned and she started suckin' on a big hard cock."

"No fuckin' way," I said. "Why didn't you wake me up sweetie, this is too fuckin' much!"

"I thought about it, but I didn't know how long it was gonna last," Ronnie said. "I couldn't see much at that point, other than her suckin' the cock, which was enough I guess. It was pretty fuckin hot, just because of who she is and all."

"Fuck yeah!" I said, wishing I had seen it all.

So, here's the clincher, the thing that just takes it all way over the top — after Ronnie tells me all this and he's pulling out of the driveway to go to work at about seven-thirty that morning, Nick pulls in the driveway next door from the fuckin' night shift he sometimes works!

I'm standing at the front door thinking 'what the fuck' and Ronnie pulls back in the driveway like he forgot something. I hear him talk to Nick as they both get out of their trucks.

"Hey Nick, what's up man?" Ronnie asks him.

"Got shifted to nights again man, it's a bummer," Nick says. "I hate sleepin' all day. I talked to Bev last night, she said she was sayin' up late to try and get more on my schedule."

"Sucks man, see ya around," Ronnie said, and he came in the house.

"Okay, what the fuck!" he said when he walked in. "That was not Nick last night."

"I know baby, what the fuck!" I said. "The plot fuckin' thickens, huh?"

So Ronnie leaves, and right after that Bev and Nick's kids go off to school, and I'm thinking what the fuck, was she sucking her son little Nicky's dick? So I look out the window and Nicky's got a friend with him who must have spent the night, a real cute boy.

Later in the day I was outside and Bev was out, so I talked to her.

"What'd ya have another kid when we weren't lookin'?" I said.

"Oh, Jeff you mean?" she said. "No his parents are out of town and he's staying with us for the weekend. He and Nicky think they should be able to stay alone because their eighteen, but they're still in high school, so you know there'd be a party."

"Keep him away from that cute daughter of yours, he's kinda hot," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm keepin' an eye on him," she said.

I'll bet you are, I said to myself.

So I decided to stay up late and see what the fuck I could see. I know, it's nosy, but what the fuck, it's hot, and I love hot shit. Ronnie worked real hard all day and was tired, so he went to bed shakin' his head at his nosy wife.

"Don't stay up all night," he said. "And don't get caught."

I figured it was the best night to maybe see something because it was Friday and I didn't think Nick worked nights on the weekend. I made sure our house was dark, and their house went dark about midnight. I sat in my dark kitchen for an hour-and-a-half nibbling on cookies, and then right about two o'clock the light goes on in the back office room. Next thing I know Bev's sitting on the desk in her short nightgown and Jeff's standing between her legs kissing her. He pulls the straps over her shoulders and out come her tits. They really were nice, Ronnie was right! Fuckin' A if the boy doesn't start sucking on them big time. Bev was loving it, and it was super hot to watch, especially knowing how conservative she is most of the time. 

After a few minutes she gets off the desk and goes down on the boy. It must have felt good, because he was looking up at the ceiling and swaying a little, and then I could tell from his body language that he came. It didn't take long at all, but it was probably super hot over in that room. I couldn't tell if Bev swallowed or not, but it sure looked like maybe she did.

She got back on the desk with her nightie pulled up and her legs spread, and the boy dove in for some good eating. I've never seen Bev look happy before, she's always kinda stern, but holy shit did she have a happy look on her face. Having your pussy licked will do that to you. Happy, happy, happy. I had my fingers in mine and I was happy too.

After a few minutes of happy happy, Bev leaned back a little and spread 'em wide. Jeff put his nice looking cock in her and she just closed her eyes and went to heaven. I could tell it was good for her — real good. I was wishing I could walk over and join in. Jeff had some good speed, like young guys do, and I'd be surprised if they weren't making more noise than they wanted to.

Eventually Bev stopped the energetic young guy, and she got down and bent over the desk so Jeff could do her doggie. I don't know how experienced he was, but he squatted down and stuck his face right in there like he knew what he was doing and Bev looked back at him like 'oh fuck yeah you dirty boy!'"

After he ate her ass nice he plunged the Jeff stick back in and fucked the shit out of her. There was no way they were being quiet at that point — it was game on, wild stuff. I guess that room must be away from the other kids rooms, because Bev didn't seem to give a shit, she just let him go wild on her and loved every minute of it. It was so fuckin' hot I came hard in my kitchen chair, and Bev, well she just went to heaven again.

Nighttime in the suburbs. It's fuckin' crazy!



A Handyman's Wife Ch. 09



If Ronnie gets a new customer and ends up getting a blow-job or more from her, I don't find out about it until he gets home. He always tells me, which is the most important part, but I don't ask him to call me and ask permission or anything like that. I'm not quite as comfortable as he is at jumping into sexual situations on my own. Maybe it's because he's in the privacy of his partner's home, and I'm just out in the world.

Occasionally though, the planets align and I find myself with an opportunity I can't refuse. Ronnie's cool with it, and it's exciting as hell.

Ronnie forgot a tool one day, and he called me to see if I could bring it out to him. It was way out in the country and he was almost done with the job. If he had come home to get it he would have had to go back the next day, and he already had another job scheduled, and another stop to make that evening. I found what he needed and headed out in my little car.

I'm sort of a bargain hunter. I love garage sales and estate sales. On the way out I noticed an estate sale sign, so I made a bee-line back there after I dropped off the tool. It was a cute little house, set back from the road. As I pulled in the driveway a nice looking man was coming out the door. He said he was closing up, but I could take a look if I wanted. He walked out to the street and took down his sign while I wandered in and looked around.

It was pretty clearly an old person's house. The man came in and told me it was his mom's. She had passed away and he was selling the house and everything in it. We got to talking about the pretty antiques and things, a nice easy going conversation that veered into some nice flirting. He really was a handsome guy—a little older than me with a nice sparkle in his eye.

We made our way upstairs where he had lots of nice old dresses and clothes all laid out, the kind of things you'd see at a vintage clothing store. It was beautiful stuff, from the forties and fifties, and it was all pretty close to my size. I was dying to spend some time with it all and find one or two treasures to take home with me, but I didn't want to hold the guy up after he'd closed for the day.

He told me he was a fan of the old movies, and he held up a dress and said Joan Crawford had worn something just like it in such-and-such a move. He was like a fountain of knowledge about it all. Another dress reminded him of Ginger Rogers, and another one he said Ann Sheridan would have worn. I hadn't heard of her before.

I got so enthused about it all, I asked him if he'd mind terribly if I tried one of the dresses on. He looked almost as excited as I was, saying he'd never seen any of them worn before. I picked an amazing metallic silver evening gown, which he said was made out of something called Silver Lamé.

He left me alone in the room, which was a spare bedroom I think. I took off my t-shirt and jeans, which left me pretty much naked, with just a little thong. It was right then, when I felt that rush you feel being naked where you're probably not supposed to be, that I knew I wanted to fuck that nice looking man. The tingle of it swelled up almost to the little orgasm stage before I got ahold of myself.

I stepped into the long gown as carefully as I could, smoothing it over my body as I pulled it into place. I was amazed at how well it fit, hugging my hips just right. The zipper started real low, down near the crack of my ass. I could have easily zipped it halfway up, but I left it and called the man in.

With my naked back to him, I asked him to help me, looking back over my shoulder with a sexy little smile. He smiled a little too, and I felt him pull the smooth, shiny material around my little waist. Back in those days they wore girdles and things, but my yoga keeps my waist nice and small and he was able to work the zipper up. He did it real slow, either because the dress was old and fragile, or because he wanted to do it slow and sensual like. I'm guessing it was the latter.

As he got near the top I had to push my tits in. They're not big, but neither was the dress, and when it was all zipped up my tits were squeezed a little and pushed upwards, giving me more cleavage than usual. I could see myself in a big round mirror, and damn if that shiny dress didn't look smokin' on me!

The man looked thrilled with seeing that old dress brought to life like that. There's something about nice clothes, when they're worn by the right person they just seem to come alive.

He told me I looked amazing, his eyes all sparkly and lit-up as he looked at every inch of me. It was super sexy. After a few minutes of me doing some model moves and showing it off, he asked if I'd try on some of the others, since that one fit me so well.

I put on a light turquoise halter top gown, and then a black satin one with a big poofy black satin flower on the hip. That one was strapless and looked super hot. There was a little shorts and top set with a bare midriff, from the fifties I guess. I was able to squeeze into it, but those shorts were tighter that would have been acceptable back in the day I'm sure. The nice man liked 'em that way though.

The last one I tried on was another shimmery metallic evening gown. It had thousands of little bits of real metal attached to a thin fabric underneath—you could see right through it everywhere but the crotch and tits. It was heavy, and moved like nothing I'd ever seen when I held it in my hand. I told the man I probably shouldn't put it on, because it looked real fragile and already had some rips, but he said not to worry because it was already damaged and was missing some of the metallic pieces here and there. If it ripped it ripped he said. He wanted to see it on me.

He left the room and I slipped into it as carefully as I could. I could tell it was gonna look super hot on me, so I called him in for a zip up. I held my breath as he slowly worked the zipper up. It seemed even tighter than the others through the mid-section. When he got it to the top I turned to show him the awesome way it showed off my tits. The next breath I took split it wide open, right down the middle like it was planned that way. It was suddenly like one of those super modern dresses that's got open cleavage all the way to your belly button.

Neither one of us said a word. I looked down at myself, my tits mostly on display, and the man just stood there, his eyes taking me all in with a lusty look. I asked him to help me out of it, so I wouldn't do any more damage. I could hear his heavy breathing as he lowered the zipper, and I just let the weight of it slide down my body, like it was in slow-motion.

I glanced back at him over my shoulder, giving him a sexy little movie-star smile as I stood there in nothing but my thong. I imagined it like that hot little Lauren Bacall smile, but I'm not sure if it really was. He put his hands on my waist real soft and tentative, so I put my hands over his and slid them up onto my tits. That awesome electricity hit me, and we were off to the races.

His soft lips kissed the side of my neck as his hands squeezed my tits. I almost melted when I felt it all, and then one of his hands went down the front of me to my little thong and he squeezed my crotch real soft, breathing hard against my neck. It was super hot.

I moaned a little and let him get used to the way I felt before I turned around and kissed him. Our mouths were wet and our lips were warm. His hands went to my ass and he squeezed, pulling my cheeks apart, open to the air. I could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against me.

You know what happened next—those pants were down and I was on my knees, sucking and slathering my spit all over his nice cock. He was a hairy guy, but it was soft, almost like fur. He smelled good too, sorta musky, with a nice hint of baby powder.

His cock was fatter than Ronnie's, and felt so good in my mouth. Sometimes there's nothing I'd rather have in my mouth than a hard cock, and that was one of those times. I just gobbled it up like the hungriest girl in the world.

I bet you know what happened next too—I was on all fours on one of the twin beds, with gorgeous old dresses all around me, taking that fat cock deep in my pussy. I felt so slutty and awesome, it was just about as good as unexpected sex ever gets.

My nice man was a real good fucker. He went deep for a good long time. I figured once he came it'd be all over, so I pulled off him and sat on the edge of the bed. I took his sticky cock in my mouth while I unbuttoned his shirt, and then I laid back and lifted my legs. He picked them up and held them, his cock zeroing in on my pussy like one of those heat-seeking missile things. It went in me without either of us touching it. It's so cool when that happens.

He had a nice flat stomach that I could see with his shirt open, his muscles rippling a little bit as he fucked me. Damn, he really was good looking!

All the sudden his hip went faster, and I thought he was gonna shoot off and end it all, but he was just winding up to the good stuff. He was fucking like a young guy, like a fuckin' teenager, and my pussy was on fire. I encouraged him with some good dirty talk, moaning louder and louder until I was up in the screaming range, letting it all out as he pummeled me.

In such a hot situation there was no way in hell I wasn't gonna cum big time, and I sure as hell did. I was floppin' around like a spastic fuckin' rag-doll, and my nice man finally gave up the good fight and pulled out and came all over me like some kinda porn star. As soon as I could breathe I just started giggling and rubbed the sticky mess all over myself. 

It's one of those sexual memories I'll think about when I'm old and dried up, and I'll probably start giggling then too.