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The Handyman Pt.1

by AlanGe601

Copyright© 2025 by AlanGe601

Erotica Sex Story: My wife and I hire a contractor as a handyman, who is also handsy.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual   Fiction   Cuckold   Sharing   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   .

My wife Dawn and I had been in our second house for a little over 15 years and decided it was time to get our master bathroom renovated, with all new everything. We hired a local firm to do a minor design and construction of our new master bathroom. The process took a while and we were looking forward to the beginning of construction. There were two guys in the main construction crew, and they were going to be the ones that did the demolition of what was currently there, and the re-construction of the new bathroom. They’d bring in other craftsmen as necessary.

The one guy Jeff (as he was introduced) was the leader of the crew, and the second guy Braden was younger, more buff and was a hard worker. The whole process of demolition took a couple of days as they were replacing everything in the room.

My wife and I were kept up to date each day before they left for the day, they would go over what they had completed for the day, what was on tap for the next day and how much longer they had. After a couple of days of demolition, they reviewed with us the work that they had completed thus far, and showed us again the completed demolition work, although we didn’t really need to review it as we could clearly tell what they had done.

Dawn was quite impressed with the care Braden was taking with things in the demolition process, as well as the care he was taking to get things done. She was not as impressed with Jeff as much. That said, they proceeded to get things ready for the new buildout and installation. Now this contracting company explained to us that they do not finish painting, and they would leave the bathroom in a paint ready condition.

We didn’t realize this is pretty normal for most contractors in our area when remodeling a bathroom or kitchen. That said, Dawn had spoken at one point to Jeff and Braden about the painting, and Jeff suggested that he thought Braden would be open to doing the painting in his off hours after the job was completed. Dawn decided then to speak to Braden about doing the painting of the room during his off hours and that he’d be paid, and asked what he’d charge to do that painting. He answered with what seemed like a very reasonable amount for the paint work.

Once all the connections were done, Braden and Jeff started laying the floor down in the bathroom and the thresholds were put into place and a final walkthrough was performed. So as mentioned Dawn had spoken to Braden about the painting after the completion. It was agreed that weekend he’d start painting the room. On that Saturday, about mid-day Braden showed up, after Dawn and I had gone to the local big box retailer to purchase said paint.

He took great care to tape things off so as to not get paint where it wasn’t supposed to be, like around the lights, and the window. Dawn was very happy with the care he took in taping things off and taking care of not getting paint where we didn’t want it. He took his time and by that evening he had completed his taping, and had started painting the ceiling first. He suggested to us that he’d be able to return the following day, and get the ceiling completed. Sunday when he arrived ready to paint about mid-morning, he stated to Dawn that he’d be able to get the ceiling completed but probably would not get to the walls.

Dawn had spoken to him about how much we owed him for his work for these two days and paid him with a check. Braden stated he could come back after his work day was completed at the company he worked for to get started on the walls. We agreed, and that Monday evening he showed up at around 5 o’clock to begin painting the walls. At about 9pm that evening he was wrapping up for the evening, let us know that he was not complete with the walls just yet, and he could come back tomorrow evening at about the same time. Dawn agreed, but mentioned that I might not be there as I typically worked from the office on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Typically I wouldn’t make it home until just after 5pm, and this was a typical day, as I pulled into the driveway just after 5pm to see Braden’s car in the driveway as well.

He apparently was able to get there just after 4pm that day and was already working on painting the walls. Again about 9pm he was finishing up the evening and suggested he could come back once again the following day to finish up the walls. We agreed, and again Dawn advised him I’d not be there, and she wouldn’t be home until after 3pm, so he agreed to not show up before contacting her to make sure she was home.

Once again upon my arrival home that Wednesday, Braden’s car was once again in the driveway, and when I entered, Dawn stated that he was upstairs finishing up the painting of the walls.

After he had left, Dawn and I talked about other things she’d like to have him take care of around the rest of the house, for instance she wanted the dining room repainted, since it had been a few years since that had been done, also she had a new ceiling light that she wanted him to install, and some new interior doors installed and painted. She suggested that he was doing good work and was not even charging us what his work was worth.

I then asked her what things he should do next, and she said, “Yeah I want to make sure to keep him busy so we don’t lose him.” So she told me, “I think next up should be the re-painting of the dining room.”

On that next day, Thursday, I worked from home, and at about 4pm Braden showed up to do some additional touch-up painting upstairs, and once completed he asked Dawn, “What did you think was next?”

She began to explain to him that she had a few things, explaining she wanted the dining room repainted, and that was probably next on his list of things to do. He looked over the dining room to estimate how much paint was needed and told us, “We’ll probably need 3 gallons of paint for this room”, then asked “Are we looking at the ceiling too?” He then looked at Dawn to see what she was thinking.

She replied, “Yeah, let’s do the ceiling as well.” As she looked his way and then mine.

He then said, “Okay so about 3 gallons of paint for the walls, and another for the ceiling should do it, unless you’re painting the walls a lighter color, then you’ll want to pick up a couple cans of primer, that should do it” He looked over to Dawn and I as he said this, and then asked, “When do you think you’d be able to get the paint for this?” Again looking at Dawn and myself for an answer.

Dawn finally replied, “We can certainly pick up whatever we need this weekend, unless you want to work this weekend.” With that she looked over at Braden, to see his reaction.

He replied, “That’s fine, I have some other things to take care of this weekend anyway, let me get a list for you of what you need.” With that he started looking around and making mental notes, but was calling things out loud, “paint, rollers, tape, brush or two, let’s see what else, that should be about it, I guess” and turned to us and repeated exactly what he was calling out during his mental note. “You’re going to need paint obviously, whatever paint you want to use, I’ll need a couple of rollers, painters tape, the brushes I have, so don’t worry about those, and that should be it.”

Dawn said, “Okay so we’ll pick these things up this weekend and then I guess you’ll be back next week?” As she turned to Braden to see his reaction and answer.

Braden said, “I won’t really know about Monday until Monday, so can I text you at some point to let you know?”

Dawn said, “Sure” and proceeded to give her number to Braden. Then asked, “What do we owe you?”

Braden responded, “Well let’s see, 4 and ½ hours so like $150.”

Dawn went upstairs to get the money as they had discussed he wanted to be paid in cash, but for this she wrote a receipt for him to sign, and he signed.

At that point he gathered his things and started to pack up and take things out to his car. With that he walked towards the front door and turned again to Dawn and said, “I’ll text you Monday to let you know what’s going on with next week.”

Dawn turned to me almost excited that all this was going to be done. Turned to me and said, “So next week he should be able to get the dining room done with the painting, after that he’ll be putting up the new light in the dining room, then I want the doors on and painted.”

I replied, “Ok with me.” I continued, “Is it worth him doing those things, just asking?”

She replied, “Absolutely, he’s not charging as much as others would for the same work, and he does good work, plus he can do it while we’re here, instead of not being home with people in the house.”

We then retired to the living room, watched a little television before heading to bed for the night. The next day, Friday, Braden wasn’t there, so we did our normal Friday things, going out to eat, and then we talked about going to the Big Box store in the morning, with the list that Braden had provided.

On Saturday, we made that trip to the local Big Box store to pick up the paint, rollers, a couple cans of primer and then Dawn picked out the paint and then we went over to the color selections and discussed what color we’d like to have in the dining room. She then took the cans over to the paint desk and gave them the color card she wanted and had them mix the paint. Also picked up a roll of painter’s tape.

On Monday, Dawn told me that Braden had texted her that he might be able to make it but it likely wouldn’t be until after 6 o’clock and so she told me texted him to not worry about coming tonight. Apparently though he had texted her that Tuesday evening he should be able to get there by no later than about 5 o’clock, and this was acceptable.

So Tuesday by the time I had arrived home from the office, Braden’s car was again in our driveway and he was hard at work having taped off what needed to be taped off, and having removed the ceiling light that Dawn had stated was going to be replaced, to make painting the ceiling easier. Braden had already started painting the ceiling.

Over the next couple of weeks he painted the dining room, put up a new light on the ceiling in the dining room, had replaced all of our interior doors on the 1st floor and was set to begin replacing some of the doors upstairs.

One particular Wednesday while I was at the office I knew Braden was supposed to be coming over later that day and Dawn would be there working from home to get the upstairs interior doors replaced. He had come over earlier in the week and set them up in the garage to get them painted and was then going to put them up today, Wednesday.

So when I arrived home from the office a little early Braden’s car was again in the driveway, not a huge surprise, but the garage door was closed, and the house was a bit quiet except I heard something coming from upstairs. Not sure what was going on I looked around the first floor for Dawn and didn’t see her, so I figured, well she must be upstairs with Braden going over the doors and getting things all set. I wasted no time and headed upstairs, perhaps a little more quietly than I had thought and started to better hear what sounded like panting from Dawn and some grunting sounds coming from Braden, and it was coming from our bedroom, which had a new door on it, but no doorknob.

Now suspecting the worst, I continued down the hall quietly, even more so than before and I could hear Dawn saying, “Oh my god your cock is so big, I want it, I really want it.”

I then heard Braden say, “You have the nicest tits I’ve seen in a long time, and that pussy of yours is so wet, I’ve got to have it.”

I was shocked at what I was hearing, never had Dawn betrayed my trust or even really gave me any reason to not trust her, we had done some things we had done earlier in our lives but we were both there and knew what was going on with each other. At first I was a little upset and jealous, but I noticed that my cock was beginning to stir in my pants.

I continued to sneak ever so quietly towards the bedroom and bent down a bit to peek into the hole for the doorknob on our bedroom door and saw Dawn was on the bed, on her back, with Braden’s cock in her hand stroking it, moaning, due to Braden’s right hand on one of her tits and the other hand between Dawn’s legs. He had a finger or two in her pussy and was moving it in and out, he too was moaning and my wife was continuing to stroke his cock. As I was watching this happening my cock was getting harder by the minute in my pants.

Then I heard Braden say, “Look Ms. Dawn, your husband is going to be coming home soon and if I don’t have some things done when he gets here, he’s going to be suspicious, isn’t he?”

She replied, “It’s ok, I can smooth things over with him, but right now I want your cock inside me.”

With that, Braden got into position. Now in fairness, he was pretty well endowed and had a larger cock than mine for sure, but still this should have been something that we talked about before this happened.

Still watching from the doorknob hole in the door I saw Braden take his cock in his hand and run it up and down my wife’s slit. She started to moan, and I could see her pussy glistening with moisture from where I was. She clearly was ready and willing to go. I continued to watch as again Braden was running his cock up and down the outside of her pussy and with each upstroke and downstroke Dawn was moaning. Seeing this made my cock as hard as ever. Dawn then reached over inside her nightstand and grabbed a condom and gave it to Braden and told him to put it on.

 
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