Home Repairs: Part 2

A Housewife Gets Cucked.

Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Job's done," April confirmed as she came down the ladder with me holding it firmly. She looked over at June while she stood quite close to me. "Well, maybe only partly done," she observed.

"I have an idea," June spat at her. "Why don't you just leave now?"

April ran her hands down the front of my pants. "I could do that," she agreed as she groped my cock through my pants. "Henry," she chastised, "you're not hard."

I looked at her. "Should I be?"

"Well," April smiled, "your wife's tied up in a sort of revealing way, and I'm feeling quite hot after all the exertion." And to prove that she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and flung it off. Her bra followed revealing her tits were as firmly impressive as I had hoped.

I was shocked though, that April was half naked in our house, but not June. "You little slut," she sneered, "what are you going to do with Henry?"

"I think that's pretty obvious," April replied, as she undid her pants. But she didn't remove them. They had had slid down her hips enough to show the top of her panties and a lot of her ass that did curve nicely as I had hoped. She had stopped stripping to rummage in her bag. She pulled out a bright pink object that I immediately recognized as a lush. A vibrating incertable sex toy.

"What are you going to do with that," June asked her with more than a hint of concern in her voice.

"Do you know what it is?" April asked letting the bulb part swing in front of June's face.

June did not answer so April continued. "I am going to insert this into you. I will turn it to just the right vibration to turn you on but not enough to make you cum. And of course you have no other way to get yourself off. Meanwhile I'll be fucking your husband." April looked at me. I shrugged like all that was all the most normal thing in the world. April grabbed June's panties and yanked them down to her ankles where they tangled with the shorts that were already there. April squatted to get a good angle to slide the Lush into my wife who stared over the top of April's head at the wall behind her biting her tongue having apparently decided not to show April any sense of pleasure or otherwise.

April clearly realized that was June's game. "You are going to enjoy this," she promised June after she completed the insertion and gave her a quick peck on the lips. April toyed with my wife's tits, pulling her nipples and giving them a good feel then walked back over to the table and fiddled with her phone. "I know you are feeling a buzz," she advised. "It's set to low." And she smiled. "Make sure to moan if you are about to cum."

Turning to me, April laughed as she undid her own pants and stepped out of them. As she lowered her panties I saw a pink handle pressing against her belly. April saw that I saw. "Yes, that's a lush too. It makes installing insulation much more exciting," she explained to me. "It's my special friend, gets me through the day and keeps me alert. Now you get your clothes off too. We've got to get you hard if you're going to be able to satisfy me."

It did not take me long to strip.

April looked me over and nodded approvingly. "Better than I expected," she reported. "I hope this means that you are going to be an okay fuck." I glared at her, not that she seemed to care about the slight at my abilities. "Now," she pondered, "how are we going to get you hard?" She looked to me and looked to June. "Stick it in her mouth for a while," April decided.

June looked pleadingly to April but realized she would not get any sympathy from her. Rather April keenly looked to me to get the performance started. My wife gave me a threatening look as I moved towards her but she opened her mouth wide enough for me to easily fit my cock in there. She was silent, no grunts, moans or complaints as I placed my hands on the back of her head and forced her down on me, possibly a little further than I knew she liked. Then she lurched suddenly which forced me a bit deeper. April sniggered, so I looked over at her. She was playing with her phone. Presumably she had given June a jolt for the moment.

"Do you like that?" April grinned at me.

I realized that I was still deeply embedded in June's mouth and I was now pretty hard. June convulsed again and I realized that this time it was me.

April watched approvingly for a few moments while my cock hardened in my wife's mouth. "I think you're hard enough," she ordered. "Time for you to come over here to play with me."

I removed myself from June and stepped fully erect towards the naked insulation installer. "Down there," she ordered, pointing to the floor at her feet. I lowered myself carefully, then reclining on one side looked to April. She obviously knew what she wanted since she stepped up over me and pushed me onto my back using her toes, then shuffled me around by poking her feet into my side until she was happy with where I was. Then without any ceremony or foreplay she squatted down on me, impaling herself. We were joined immediately, as far as I could go. She looked down at me, licking her lips. Instinctive to help out, I reached up for her tits and gently kneaded them. She smiled her appreciation as she got into her preferred fucking rhythm. Then I realized that April was smiling her satisfied smile over my head. I wondered for a moment what that was about until I heard a grunt of frustration from behind me. That was June, I realized, still unable to cum. April had placed herself so that she could watch me and June at the same time.

"Are you watching this?" April asked my wife somewhat unnecessarily. June grunted some sort of admission. "Enjoy the show then," April advised, "I'm getting fucked hard by your husband. And I think he likes it. He's kind of very hard." She gasped the last words and then she rose up off me and patted my erection gently with both hands to demonstrate I was so rigid that my cock wasn't moving anywhere, certainly not to the side. I was poking straight up. "I think he gets off on this," April concluded. She lowered herself hungrily back onto me and started to fuck me again. "Has he fucked any other women in front of you before?" she yelped, now she was back in her rhythm.

Both June and I blurted out "yes" at the same time. That did it for April. She started a raucous laugh that she just couldn't stop. It spoiled the rhythm that she had going on me but then while she belly laughed I thrusted deep into her, taking advantage of her loss of control to have a bit of my own fun at my pace.

Soon April got enough control to explain her mirth. She was also controlling our fucking again. "Who would have thought that you two were such perverts? You both look so straight." She looked from me to June with a big smile and rode me for some more. "Henry, to celebrate this scene of depravity, I'm going to give you a rare treat. I'm going to let you into my ass." She rose up off me and shifted her hips a little forward so that I was lined up with her ass. She eased down on me again with the same ease that she had already impaled me.

"Thank you," I smiled, a little unsure. Was that how I was supposed to respond?

April enthusiastically fucked me with her ass for a while.

"Should we let her come?" April asked me, looking down into my eyes as she pumped away at me.

"I don't know. If we don't I'll only have to finish her off after you're gone." I was so hard I was wondering what would be left of me when I did eventually cum.

"You think you're getting rid of me that easily?" April had that domineering glint in her eyes again, the one I saw when she tied my wife to the chair.

"Well, you said that you have another job to go to," I reminded her

April bounced up and down on me with extra vigor. "But I don't leave a job until I am sure that it's completely finished," she gasped.

June interrupted us. "Can you both stop acting like I'm not here?" she called out.

"Is she normally like this, Henry?" April smirked.

I smirked back. "Trussed up with her tits out, a vibrator stuck up her, watching her husband getting fucked by a tradesperson? No, not a common situation for her," I confirmed.

"Still, she could show a little compassion for your predicament," April asserted. And to prove what she meant, April mushed her tits into my face.

"Are you trying to smother me?" I asked.

"No. Oh, maybe, yes." April pressed her tits right up into my face. Their shape and size meant that she wasn't cutting off my air by any stretch. But I decided to play up to her and pretended to gasp for breath.

"Now, you see what happens when you question Mistress April," she threatened.

"Yes, yes, mistress. I won't do it again." Whatever it was. I was still enjoying myself in her bottom.

April kept riding me for a while. She put the lush back into her cunt since she had me in her ass.

"Are you close to cumming?" I asked April, intending to help her if she was close.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" she repeated.

"No, it was an offer to help you."

"Ah, I see." She looked convinced. "I'm close but not quite there."

"I wish I could come," June complained with more than a hint of surrender. "When does this end?"

April smiled up at her. "It ends with me cumming. And then you two can sort yourselves out after I'm gone." She tapped her phone again, presumably to up her own stimulation. I could feel her getting closer.

That gave June an opportunity to reassert herself. "Oh, hurry up and finish then, will you?" June demanded.

And that is what happened.

April tidied up and left. She was gone, I was naked with one of my all-time erections and my wife still tied to a kitchen chair.

Henry and June get a man in to fix things up.

Tragedy is when your wife laughs at your penis. Comedy is when she laughs at someone else's.

Weeks went by, after our vixen plumber lady fixed several pipes. But maintaining a house involves many things. There was a lot of stuff that still needed to be fixed around the house. June had complained about more leaking taps, a rattling ceiling fan, cracks in the pergola and a backsplash that had come away from a wall in the kitchen counters. Then she wanted some nails in the walls so she could hang her new prints. One hung in the living room and one in the bedroom. I told her I would look at the other chores. But I had a go, straight away; at nailing in the new hooks for June's artwork. Which was not a success. The hooks came loose, leaving a couple of large holes in the walls, and the prints yet to be hung.

I was thinking about what I could do next, sitting at the kitchen table with the music up loud.

June burst in on me. "What's that noise?" she demanded, "I can't stand it."

"That's The Pixies classic Doolittle," I informed her.

"Yeah," June sneered, "Do little." She went to slam the door on her way out but it stuck before it closed so she had to pull it hard which made the hinges screech. June poked her head back around before she got the door fully closed. "And fix this," she snarked. And she was gone.

I had a look at the internet for videos of how to do the chores and figured that I could at least fix the holes in the walls. I made another trip to Bunnings to buy the materials and tools I would need. I splayed the spackling into the holes I had made. I trusted the promise on the pack that it would set overnight, and I could put the hooks in the next morning. But the next morning I found that both plugs had fallen right out. Frustration, I had done everything by the instructions. It was hard as promised, but it just did not stick in the wall. Which after all was the aim.

Needless to say, June was not impressed and coolly suggested that further attempts should be handled by a professional. So I found a company called Hire A Handyman, and they promised to send someone out on the Friday.

The predictable white van pulled into our driveway about nine o'clock on Friday morning. I was working on my laptop in the front room, there to keep an eye out for the promised domestic assistance.

A man got out of the van. And what a man. I first noticed his solid black work boots. Then his black leather bib overalls. He wore a white tank top underneath which revealed in the best way, a pair of solid biceps that just yelled 'I can pull tractors'. The strong features of his face and his piercing gaze, visible even from my vantage, were offset by a luscious mane of lanky brown hair with blond highlights that actually shone in the sun like he was some sort of man-god.

When he knocked on my front door, the windows in the front room shook.

I was somewhat concerned as I went to open the door for him. The handyman stood a little taller than me. I stared for a moment then noticed that he had reached out with his solid right hand to shake mine. He held a large bag with tools and materials in his left hand. In a deep, warm voice he said "Hello, I'm Fabio. I believe I am required here to help you." As indeed he was.

After an excruciating moment I worked my hand free from his vicelike grip and invited him into my home.

He followed me inside, silent after the initial greeting, so I tried to make small-talk with him. "I was starting to wonder if there were any male tradesmen left," I smiled over at my imposing visitor as I led him into the front room to show him the first of the holes that I had created in the walls trying to get the hooks in.

Fabio nodded agreement. "We're in a minority since the women came into the industry," he agreed. "They have taken over and get the good jobs, probably because they are better at this work than we men are."

I laughed at his solemn pronouncement. "Well, I'm useless," I admitted, "but you're a professional so I hope you know how to get the job done."

"I hope so too," he answered without any shred of irony that I could detect.

I looked up into his vivid blue eyes and smiled. He smiled back for a brief moment, realizing it was time for a joke. "Don't worry," he said without relaxing a muscle in his again bold face, "I can fix things."

"That's good," I agreed.

"But I want you with me so you will know how to do the job next time it needs to be done."

"But doesn't that put you out of a job?"

Fabio rolled back his shoulders and his biceps flexed just a little. "I have more work than I can handle. I have succeeded if you don't have to call for me next time something falls out of your wall." We were right near the mess I had made, so it was obvious what he was talking about. Fabio put down his work bag and rummaged through it. He held up a caulking gun and a small trowel. "You need these items," he informed me. "Do you own them?" I shook my head. "I will leave them here for you afterwards so you can use them yourself next time. Now let me explain what needs to be done."

Fabio led me through the process. He insisted I hold the caulking gun and talked me through how to apply the filler so that it bonded with the plaster and the wall. To my surprise, he told me to leave it to dry for at least a day or two before trying to fit the hook. Well, at least that explained that.

"There are other holes like this?" he asked.

"Sure are," I replied, "in the bedroom." And I led him there.

As I opened the bedroom door, I realized that June was in our bed, apparently still asleep.

"What are you doing, June?" I exploded at her without thinking.

She groaned and rolled over to avoid the light coming into our bedroom from behind me. "I told you," she mumbled, "I'm taking the day off."

"No, you didn't," I started.

Fabio marched up next to me and nudged me in the side. "This is not how you deal with this situation," he told me with that handyman assurance he had already shown me in the front room. "Let me demonstrate." And before I could say anything he moved past me and squatting, his face near where June was hiding hers.

"Darling," he cooed, "is there anything you want me to do?"

"You could leave me alone," she murmured, still mostly asleep.

Fabio ignored that and ran his fingers gently through her hair, running them down the back of her neck.

"Umm," she moaned, "do that again."

So he did.

He ran his huge hand surprisingly lightly through her hair, down the nape of her neck, and finished by holding the hand she drooped out of the blankets. Fabio gently stroked it from the ends of her fingers up to her elbows to the appreciative moans of my wife. Fabio let June's hand fall back and free of her, he stood up and beckoned me over to replace him by her face. 'Do what I just did,' he mouthed at me while miming to me what I had just watched him do. I felt a little put out by that but I settled near my wife's face and whispered "Darling, is there anything you want me to do?"

This time, she mumbled something appreciative to herself, no doubt hoping for a repeat of the nice stuff that Fabio had just done to her. He stood close behind me and nudged me to run my fingers through her hair which I did to June's appreciative gurgles. I did it again and found that this was clearly something that my wife enjoyed. Fabio nudged me again to rub the back of her hand. So I reached across and did as I saw him do. But this time June grunted sharply and yanked her hand away. I was worried that she would wake to find two men standing near her. But no worries, she was still sleeping. I turned and shrugged to Fabio, hoping that we could get back to the easier task of fixing the rest of the house up. But Fabio shook his head with the look of a patient teacher. Admittedly, when Fabio shook his head, his outstanding locks followed; like the rippling of a gentle lake, highlighted by his highlights. He took my hand in his and guided it down to where June had rested hers. I gave myself up to his strong grasp as Fabio gently placed my fingers back down on June's arm as he stroked them up and down for me. I would swear that the two of us were doing the same thing that June had just rejected from me. But this time June did not move her hand, but groaned in evident pleasure at what was being done to her.

Fabio lifted his hand off mine and gestured it was time to leave her. So we retreated to deal with the next repair item on my list.

We quickly oiled the hinges in the kitchen door and I swung it back and forth a few times, happy that it was now loose, easy to close and silent like it should be.

"Let's have a look at that skirting board," Fabio suggested.

So there we were facing the wall, bums in the air as Fabio explained to me what had gone wrong for the wood to disengage from the wall.

"Quite a sight," came an unmistakable female voice from behind us. I turned around in time to witness June wrapped in a light silk robe step forward to caress both our bottoms.

"Please June, we are trying to work here," Fabio tried to explain as he unconsciously flicked his hair back so he could better see how he was going to fix the skirting board back.

"First name terms already, and we haven't even been properly introduced," June smirked as Fabio's hair gently fell back into place. "I've been dreaming about you, having your face close to mine, whispering sweet things to me." She smiled as Fabio turned to greet her causing her visage to change to awe. "Perhaps," she faltered, "who knows, the dream was real." She looked quite mischievous now. We were still on our knees but our heads raised up in response to June's attention. She held out a hand to our visitor. "And you would be?"

"Fabio. The handyman," he stated proudly turning around so he could politely shake my wife's hand in his, his burley arms now fully in her view. As his hair slowly swirled behind him.

June pretended to maintain her composure. "Fabio. Of course you are," she sniffed. Her haughty air was somewhat spoiled by her gown falling open at the top to show most of her not inconsiderable tits as she rigorously shook our helper's hand. But if she noticed she didn't show it. And of course, Fabio acted the perfect gentleman. In fact he stood up letting go of June's hand to loosen her gown so she was completely visible to him, naked of course. And then carefully he wrapped her back in the silk garment meticulously tying her sash so that it looked like it would not accidentally come apart again soon.

"There," he observed, "you are respectable again." He looked from her to me and back to her. "Now, I was explaining to Henry how I would only use glue to fix the skirting back in place."

"Why is that?" June seemed genuinely interested. Maybe it was those muscles or his imposing mane.

"I don't forcing hard things into a soft medium, spoiling the unblemished look," he replied innocently enough. Although a little alarm went off in the back of my mind. Was that innuendo?

"I'll bet you don't," June chortled saucily letting Fabio look genuinely perplexed at what had caused her mirth.

"I prefer to use a nice sticky paste then hold the board firmly in place." Of course when Fabio said 'firmly' his biceps flexed although I could not tell if he had even noticed.

"Bit of a twitch you've got there." Because June had noticed. She caressed his closest bicep.

"Thank you," Fabio responded politely, "but now I have to hold my hard wood against the wall."

I tried to not laugh. At one level this was going on like the crassest of Carry On movies but at another level Fabio was plausibly reciting the facts of his craft to June without any idea that there could be any other meaning at all. I also suspected from the shrug of her shoulders that June was trying to work her way back out of her gown to get some more approval from Fabio. But she was finding that he had trussed her up in it so well that it would take her some time to free herself from it.

At least that's what I thought.

Accepting surrender, June called out "I'll leave you boys to it then," and she proceeded out through the door; except the sash of her gown snagged on the doorframe. June swore and tried to unhook herself; which only seemed to make matters worse. Somehow, the sash came loose taking the gown with it. The gown had doubled up and bunched around where she was caught so that her legs were now pretty bare. June tried to tug herself away but the silk had a mind of its own, wanting to go in the opposite direction to June. She jerked it again and this time we heard a tear. Suddenly most of the gown was flapping from the doorframe with only a thin band left around June's waist. Her bottom was bare and enticing. She struggled out of what remained of the gown and stood in front of us, bare naked; with a large smear of hinge grease from above one hip going down her thigh.

"I hope that you're happy," June snapped at no one in particular. Although she did not seem to be in any hurry to cover up or escape our viewing. Well, she had nothing on hand to cover herself with. And the June I knew did not mind putting on a nude show. So there we were. June now with her hands on her hips thrusting her tits forward, legs slightly parted. Me on my knees still, near the wall. And Fabio standing between us sturdy like some sort of Rodin study of the best of masculinity.

I just stared. It had happened so quickly. Funny how after all the years we had been married, all June needed to do was pose like that, with one knee bent able to mesmerize me with the curve of her hips and the soft flesh of her bottom. I felt like a horny teenager again.

Fabio quickly regained his wits, if he had ever lost them. "Go and hug your wife," he told me. "I think she needs some consolation. That was such a nice silk gown."

He of course was right at least about the hug. I stood up and went over to hold her. June rather than let me totally engulf her in a consoling hug, let me hold her in a way that I realized meant her large firm tits and her inviting thighs were still visible to Fabio. I knew June. She was not that distraught about the gown. And she was interested in our handyman.

But Fabio seemed not to notice that, looked at us with a sense of purpose. "That will have to be fixed," he pronounced.

Although I was not quite sure exactly what he wanted to fix. But there we were, June was naked, I was clothed but holding her with one arm just below one of her shapely tits and the other playing on the flesh of her bottom. Then I realized that Fabio was looking at her like she was a domestic situation that had to have a solution.

"We need to shower you," he decided, looking directly at June, at her face. "Quickly, to scrub that grease off you."

"I can do that myself," June insisted. She spurned my vague protection to face our handyman with her hands on her hips.

Fabio went back into his philosopher mode. Squatting on one knee, he placed his chin on an upturned fist in such a nonchalant manner that the pose could have been his invention. "We need to act quickly," he advised. "I caused the problem, so I must fix it."

I could say nothing sensible to that. It was decided.

June smiled, somewhat dangerously. "Well in that case my men, lead me to the bathroom. I expect to be pampered and properly cleansed."

So we were in our bathroom with Fabio busy checking the fittings and the taps to ensure that all was in working order and did not need a handyman. "Sorry," he said when he realized, "once a handyman always trying to fix things." He turned on the shower and checked the temperature with the palm of a hand until he was satisfied that it was right. "Please," he asked my naked wife who was standing next to him unmolested ready to enter the shower. So she did.

June pumped the liquid soap dispenser pressing a milky white stream of soap into her hand, but Fabio stopped her. "We will look after that," he reminded her. June slowly tipped the creamy liquid into Fabio's hand, a weird smile on her face as she ran her moist fingers over his. She stepped under the water.

"Now let me spread the lotion over this terrible blemish," Fabio suggested in the most innocent possible way. But the grease mark did come off. Fabio was not yet finished. He rubbed the soap towards her tits. June rolled her shoulders back just a little, showing them off more prominently. As I watched on somewhat helplessly, Fabio massaged the creamy liquid into June's soft tits, causing her to moan and to thrust them further forward at him. Fabio squirted some more of the cream onto his hands so that he could massage her entire upper body.

"Don't stop," June moaned. But that was the cue for Fabio to do exactly that. He took my hands in his soapy fingers sharing the liquid with me.

"You try now," he instructed me. "Do you shower your wife?"

I looked quizzically at him. "No?" I wondered.

He seemed unconcerned. "Just do it as I was doing," he instructed in the same tone he used when we fixed the skirting board. Well, what alternative did I have, especially with my demanding wife staring, wanting more of what Fabio had given her? And now he gave me the opportunity to pleasure her as he had.

I started with the tips of her nipples knowing how sensitive they were, then worked my soapy hands under her tits to that other area where she was usually over-sensitive. June rocked her head back, closed her eyes and smiled.

"Well done," Fabio observed, "you can see how she is enjoying your touch."

I had not expected this coaching from our visiting handyman, but what he was saying was demonstrably true. June had squeezed her eyes tightly closed as she bit down on the tip of her tongue still emitting little moans of pleasure as I continued my work under his confident tutelage.

June's hands wandered to her pussy, clearly she was intent on the maximum pleasure that she could get out of the situation. I was surprised that Fabio was not helping out there. But apparently he had limits.

In a moment I found that his limits including unbuttoning my pants to lower them and my underwear without getting them wet to free my impossibly hard erection.

June opened her eyes after Fabio had finished undressing me. She gently ran her hands through her outer lips as she observed my cock threatening to take her to the next level now that I was only a centimeter or two away from her. I continued to massage her tits along with the tender flesh around them. She looked at me with undoubted lust as she continued to work her fingers through her labia. Then she looked to our eagle-eyed handyman who was standing almost next to me.

She turned from me, just enough that my hard cock was no immediate threat to her. She looked over my shoulder at our intruder. "I want to see your cock," she told Fabio.

He smiled professionally at her. "June, you don't want to see my cock. You want to see your husband's. Look how hard it is."

While June made up her mind about this, I looked over to Fabio. What the Hell would we be doing next? At least his smile suggested that he was satisfied with what he had done.

"I really want to see both cocks," June pleaded. She stepped back into the shower to get a better view of both of us. This released her from my attention to her tits but she had at least two fingers, maybe three, deep in her folds, visibly compensating for her freedom from my caresses.

I thought I should say something sensible. "I don't think he wants to show you his cock," I told my wife. But in a way that was as matter-of-fact as possible without, I hoped, any sense of jealousy or control. Considering, after all, what we had got up to with the plumber and the insulator. Possessiveness was hardly an issue between us.

But June must have read at least part of my mind. "You got your cock into the plumber and the insulator," she reminded me. "Surely it's my turn now."

I looked at Fabio who shrugged like this was not his responsibility. So I looked back to June. "He has to consent to this as well. We're not going to coerce him into doing anything that he doesn't want to."

"Well," June decided, back to her imperious best. "Let's get his decision. Fabio, pants off now!" Of course this ignored the fact that he was actually wearing those leather overalls, so if he took them off he would be as good as naked. He smiled enigmatically but did not made a move.

Smiling like she knew how to get what she wanted, June raised one leg against the side of the shower stall spreading herself for both of us to see. She ran a hand down her chest until she was spreading her lips to really put on a show. "I'm showing you mine," she hissed, "only fair for you to show me yours."

"Maybe the fantasy is better than the reality," Fabio observed.

June smiled lasciviously at the handyman and leant down to take my hard cock in her mouth. Holding it away from her face for a moment, she looked Fabio hard in the eyes. "This could be you," she threatened as she took me back in her mouth, deeply this time.

He looked to me for help. "You must be getting turned on," I suggested with a shrug. My shrug turned into a thrust getting a grunt of approval from my wife.

Fabio shrugged back at me, as June worked her mouth up and down my cock while keeping her gaze on Fabio like this was all being done for his pleasure only. He looked at me again with some sort of pleading in his eyes. Did he want my permission? I smiled at him vaguely, more interested in what was happening to my cock in my wife's throat.

Fabio gave a weak shrug and undid the bib of his overalls.

"That's more like it," June enthused, letting me go to be ready for her new prey. She stood up, letting the shower water gently cascade down her eager body. I stepped back, my cock still hard from my wife's efforts. But we both had all eyes on our handyman. Fabio let his overalls drop to the floor. Once he'd loosed the shoulder straps it wasn't hard to get them right off. He stood in his white singlet and his Calvin Klein trunks. His hair wafted behind him like leaves in a breeze. June's smile clearly indicated that this was not enough. Fabio took her cue and slid his trunks down and that was it. He kept his gaze strong, his deep jaw jutting forward.

June caught my eye for a moment, a shared sense of disbelief. He wasn't going to do much damage with that. June maintained her composure. "Bring yourself over here," she urged since she had insisted on this. Fabio strode over and June dutifully squatted back down and took him in her mouth while I eased further into the background. I watched Fabio enjoy my wife's work and soon he appeared to enjoy the blowjob a lot. It didn't take long.

We were soon all dressed.

"Has Henry paid you?" June asked Fabio in a cheery enough way.

"We are all settled," he confirmed. "I've fixed everything." I nodded at that. But still disappointment wafted in the air, between us all. His mane of hair drooped a little on his shoulders.

But the job was done. We walked Fabio to our front door, all three of us sort of together, June thanking him for his trouble as I nodded along. June and I stopped at the door while Fabio kept walking to his van, those biceps glistening in the sun. He turned and smiled and repeated his mantra "I fixed everything."

He got into his van and backed out straight into a car that he didn't see.

To be continued in part 3. Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts; for Literotica.