1. The Handyman...Finale


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Naughty_Renee, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    rationally.” Phil went into the kitchen and poured us both a double shot of whiskey. I gulped mine down, then rested my head against Phil’s shoulder. “I feel so tired, Phil like I want to go to sleep and never wake up.” I closed my eyes and drifted off, waking up a couple of hours later laying on my bed. I went into the kitchen and Phil was sitting at the kitchen table, the bottle of whiskey in his hand, half empty. “I’m sorry Renee,” he said when he looked over at me. “Maybe I should talk to Jack and try to sort this thing out.” “No. He’s my husband, my responsibility. I have to talk to him. I’ll tell him it wasn’t your fault, that it was all me and beg him to forgive me.” “I should be with you when you talk to him?” Phil said. “No. You need to stay away until I get this resolved with Jack.” “You gonna be alright?” “Yes. I really should be alone right now.” “Okay, if that is what you want,” Phil agreed and got his tools together and left. ***** It was dark outside when Jack pulled up in the driveway. When I saw him walking up to the house I was so nervous I felt like throwing up. I stood in the kitchen listening for the front door to open. It seemed like it took forever before I heard his key in the lock. When he came inside he saw me standing in the middle of the kitchen, tears flowing from my eyes, my lips quivering in trying to hold back from outright balling. “Hey. Sit down!” My body shook from the stern sound of his voice. I took a seat at the table, trembling, ...
    wondering if he was going to haul off and hit me or simply tell me he wanted a divorce. “J-Jack, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” my voice quivered as he reached for the whiskey bottle still sitting on the table. He took a slug straight from the bottle, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and asked, “How long has this been going on?” There was no easy way to answer that question, so I ended up sobbing instead. “I asked you a question. The least you can do is give me an honest answer.” “Ever since he started working here,” I finally choked up the answer that he was waiting for. “Jesus! How did it start?” I began by telling Jack about the first day that Phil started working on the lighting in the kitchen and how he got covered with insulation when he went up in the attic. “He was itching, Jack. So I offered him our shower while I washed his clothes for him, and when I went into the bedroom to collect his clothes I noticed the bathroom door was opened a bit. All I intended to do was to close it to guarantee his privacy, but I saw him standing naked in the shower. I might have seen too much before I turned away.” “Okay, so when did you start fucking him?” Jack asked, drilling me for an answer. I took the bottle from Jack’s hand and took a hard swig from the bottle to get my courage up. “Later, after he came back to the kitchen wearing your robe that I gave him to wear while his clothes were in the washer.” “Tell me how it happened.” “Jack, I don’t want to go into that,” I said as I lowered ...
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