The Handyman Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Handyman Part 2

After seven years of being a faithful wife to my loving husband, I never imagined I’d turn into a cheating housewife for the cheap thrills of having sex with another man. But Phil, the handsome handyman that my husband (Jack) hired to do work on our house, wasn’t just another man so to speak. He was hot! I sensed it the first moment I laid eyes on him. He was handsome—charming—and sexy all rolled up into one fabulous looking package. When I peeked through the open doorway of my bathroom and spied on him through the glass door of my shower I couldn’t take my eyes off of his chiseled body, and when he turned I got a healthy eyeful of the best part of his anatomy, his cock. To say that the size of his hefty love tool left me with a lump in my throat would have been an understatement. Sure, I was embarrassed when he turned and faced the doorway and saw me standing there with my eyes wide open. He caught me spying on him. How else would a woman react to that? I really didn’t expect for things to turn out the way they did, but minutes later when he confronted me in my kitchen with his body smelling fresh after his shower and surprised me with a kiss, my feelings about him blossomed like a rose. I was weak! That was no excuse but what else can I say? After the torrid sexual interlude that I had experienced with Phil that day, I simply couldn’t get him out of my thoughts. Of course I wanted to have sex with him again. The taste of his body still lingered on my tongue, and the ...

... thrill of his cock seemed to have never left my pussy. I had already broken my marriage vows and stepped through the doorway of my sinful ways. Experiencing the great joys of sex with a man that I shouldn’t have been with in the first place left me vulnerable for more. But my project wasn’t the only job on Phil’s schedule and I had to wait several days before he made it back my house. My overwrought libido had me in an almost constant state of arousal, and the wait was pure torture. On the day that Phil was scheduled to return, I started fixing myself up right after Jack left for work. I put my hair up in a bun and sprayed my body with sweet perfume. I wore a simple house dress that buttoned down the front, and I was wearing nothing under it, as I was planning on seducing Phil the moment he walked through my front door. As prepared as I was, the moment that I heard the knock on my front door my stomach got all knotted up inside from a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I stopped in front of my hallway mirror on my way to the door and checked my appearance. A strand had fallen from the bun of my hair but it looked kind of cute hanging down the side of my forehead so I left it be. I felt that a bit more cleavage would make my dress look a lot more interesting and I undid one more button and opened my collar a bit wider to better reveal the top portions of my breasts. “Good morning, Phil.” I greeted with him with bright eyes and a happy smile. He couldn’t help but smile as he ...