1. The Handyman Part 3


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Naughty_Renee, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    While Phil was making his way through the home improvement projects that my husband had hired him for, I was reaping the rewards of having mind-blowing sex with him on a regular basis, using up the mornings for playful fun and the afternoons for doing the actual house repairs. It was turning into an everyday ritual. Phil finished the kitchen and a couple of other low-profile projects, and now he was working on changing the tile flooring in the family room. After tearing up the old flooring, Phil was now getting ready to pick up the new tiles and he wanted me to go with him to make sure he was getting what we wanted. On this day in particular, Phil greeted me with his usual “Good Morning” kiss when he stepped into my kitchen. Phil was more like my second husband now. I even gave him a key to the front door so he wouldn’t have to knock for me to let him in. I gave him his fresh mug of coffee like I normally did and I sat on his lap when he sat at the kitchen table to drink it. “What are we doing today?” I asked while reaching down between his legs, feeling for the bulge of his cock though his work jeans. “Well, we won’t be doing any of that this morning,” he said to me. “What? So you’re going to just suck up my coffee and go straight to work?” I asked with playful sarcasm while thinking that he was going to give me what I wanted before he started his work. “Believe me, baby, I’d like nothing more than to lay you down on this kitchen table and fuck your brains out right now.” ...
    “Why don’t you then?” I asked while making another grab for his cock. “Because you have to go with me to pick out the new flooring today,” he said as he pulled my greedy little fingers from his crotch. “Besides, I need to get some flooring down before your husband begins to wonder what the fuck he’s paying me for.” “To lay his wife?” I asked hopefully as I tried making another grab for his crotch. “No,” he laughed and swatted my hand away, “not quite the same as laying flooring.” “Oh, you’re such a killjoy,” I said to him as I got up from his lap. “Give me a few minutes to get ready,” I told him as I was leaving for my bedroom. Phil sat back in his chair and gave me a wicked grin. “You are a horny little slut. You know that, don’t you?” I looked back at him and saluted him with my middle finger before I disappeared down the hallway. After I changed and gathered my purse, I walked right by him and headed for the front door while muttering, “And they say women are teasers!” It was actually the first time Phil saw me wearing my street clothes and a pair of heels. He stopped me by grabbing my arm and he said, “You clean up good Renee, and don’t worry, we’ll still have plenty of time for sex.” We left the house and I followed Phil to the driveway where he had his truck parked. He had a big truck, an F-350 diesel with an eight foot bed. I had to climb up into it and found it very roomy inside. As we were driving to the hardware store, I was seriously beginning to miss my morning dose ...
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