Handy Bob’s Special Arrangements

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Based on a post by Rope shooter. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Introduction:  Bob here; 70 yrs old. My wife passed a few years ago. I live in an over 55 community, with about 600 homes. I was an electrician in the Navy, then I installed elevators for a living. To Install elevators, you learn a lot of different skills. So over the years I pretty much could fix anything from cars to plumbing, and most appliances. I was always helping out my neighbors with their stuff, and happy to help.

One of my new neighbors is on the board of the Home Owners Association (HOA,) here where I live now. We talked about how bored I was and how I was thinking about doing odd jobs for neighbors. She suggested that I put a small ad in the HOA monthly newsletter; Offering myself up as a handyman for the community.

 
So that’s what I did: see ad below:

Brookside Handyman
Happy to help:
Toilet Repairs, Water-softener Maintenance, Electrical Work,
 Filters Replaced, Small Plumbing Jobs.
No Garden work.

Special arrangements available.

 

Call Bob, 555-1212.            bobhandy@aol.com

So it took about a week before I got a couple of calls. All right up my alley repairs that made me $150 bucks the first week. Word started to spread and my business doubled the next week. Mostly single woman living alone, after their husbands passed. Just looking for help around the house. I went for a couple of weeks before one of the woman I was doing work for, wanted to know what the ‘special arrangements’ meant in the ad. So I told her $50.00 an hour or sexual favors. Either or. Oh she said well I’ll be paying you in cash. Ok I said no pressure. Nobody else questioned the special arrangement comment in the ad. About two weeks later I got a voice mail message from the woman (Joyce) who asked me what it meant.

“Oh Bob. My toilet just keeps running. Can you stop over”?

I had forgotten about her asking me, so when I called back and arranged a good time for her, she seemed very friendly on the phone.

“Oh Bob thanks for getting back to me so quickly. Nice to hear from you”.

 Once I repaired the toilet she had coffee set up in the kitchen for us. We chatted about stuff going on in the community. She seemed nervous, as we finished coffee. I got up to leave and told her that it would be $50.00 for the toilet repair. She stood up close to me putting her hands on my chest and said she was a little short of cash, and was wondering if we could talk about a “special arrangement.”

 

Oh Wow; I’m thinking; my first taker. “Ok” I said going for it, “my usual arrangement is a blow job. That will settle the fee nicely.” I said. Her hand had moved down to my cock, and she took it in hand. She looked me in the eye and said that she hadn’t sucked a cock in a while.

 

“It’s like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget;” I said.

 

She seemed eager to get started. “If I get down on my knees I’ll never get back up. Can you sit on my sofa? I’m thinking I need some foreplay here to get me up and running?”

 “Ok” I said; “but I always enjoy a blow job better when I can grab a handful of tit, and play with some nipples.”

 

She really was eager, as she pulled off her top and asked me to unhook her bra. Nice big saggy tits with silver dollar size nipples. I weighed them in my hands as she worked on getting my pants down. It’s been so long that feels so good as I pulled her nipples, and twisted them. Her tits were nice, and I wanted to fuck them to help me get hard. She had my cock in hand, and I told her to help me fuck her tits.

 

She eagerly repositioned herself to help me make that happen. She sucked me into her mouth, and got me good and wet, and then laid my cock between her tits. I was ready to do the fucking, but she was so eager she started fucking me, moving her tits up and down on my cock. She was loving this, moaning and cooing as she felt me getting harder and harder between her tits.

 

My pre-cum was starting to flow so she rubbed it all over her nipples, and then leaned in and took her nipple in her mouth to suck off the pre-cum. She just kept repeating” it’s been so long, it feels so good. I need this. God help me I need this.”

 

She pushed me down on the sofa, and leaned over me to suck my cock into her mouth. I was rock hard by this time, and she knew what to do with it. I was actually hoping that I could hold out for some time, as she was having such a good time sucking me as deep as she could take it, then rubbing it all over her face before sucking on it some more.

 

My hand had found her tits again, and I was pulling on her nipples, and holding her head when she took my cock deep. I hit the back of her throat and was twisting her nipple when she shuttered and came; groaning and moaning with the pleasure she was having. She pulled off my cock, and asked me to please give her my cum.

 

“Please give it to me!” as she was sucking my balls into her mouth. She went deep on my cock a few more times and that was it for me.

 

I held her head so my cock was deep in her throat, when I shot my first load. She never gagged, just took it all. As I unloaded in her; she came again, shaking all over; Unable to make noise as her mouth was loaded with my cock and cum.

She cleaned me off, and I had to go. As I was pulling up my boxers, she stuffed a wad of bills in them. I said; “That wasn’t the deal, you already paid.”

“You get both.” she said. She hadn’t orgasmed twice in years, and it felt so hot to have a real warm cock in her hands.

“Beside,” she said, “my toilet breaks a lot. Never know when I may need your tool.”

I was getting some calls for work, maybe one or two a day; which was perfect for me. All I really wanted.

 

A woman called left a message that her name was Ruth. Her good friend, Joyce; told her how I had taken care of her problem. She said that she needed her dimmer switch replaced in her dining room. “Text me to schedule if available.”

 So I replied that I would be happy to help. My going rate was $50 an hour, one hour minimum. About an hour later she texted me and asked about “special arrangement rates” I texted back; “I also accept sexual favors, no pressure.”

 

She replied; “I know, but I don’t do oral.” She obviously got the blow job thing from her friend, Joyce.

 

“Oh?” I said; “why not?”

 

 “When I grew up, only sluts gave blow jobs.” she replied.

“Fine.” I said “$50 an hour.”

 

 She must have rolled that around in her head for a few hours. Then I got another text from her. “Why are you so hung up on blow jobs?”

 

 I had a few drinks so I said fuck it and answered her this way. “ It’s a power thing. Rape isn’t usually about sex, it’s about power. I’m not a rapist, but having a woman on her knees, with my cock fucking her mouth; is about as hot as it gets for me. The fact that she is enjoying the intimacy of a blow job; don’t make a woman a slut. Sorry; maybe you should find someone else to fix your switch. Again no pressure my going rate is $50 an hour. If you want to proceed, please text me a picture of the dimmer and cover plate so I can pick one up at HD.“

 

Ten minutes later my phone dings with a text. It’s a selfie of her in an open robe standing sideways in front of the dimmer switch. Her right saggy breast is almost fully exposed, with just about half of her nipple showing.

“Very nice picture.” I commented. “So your an exhibitionist, but not a slut.”I responded? “Isn’t loneliness a bitch?”

 

“ I’m not an exhibitionist!” she fired back.

 

I copied the exposed tit picture she just sent me, and sent it back to her. “So what would you call this,” I asked.

 

 I was just having fun with her. Way too many drinks tonight, I included a dick pick I had on my photo roll.

 

“My friend, Mr. lonely, and I can be there about 11:00 tomorrow morning.” I responded. “I look forward to shooting my cum all over your succulent nipples, and watching you lick them clean.”

 

 I was so glad she sent the tit photo of herself with her face in the picture. That kind of protected me if she took offense to all of this banter.

 

She responded; “I’m not a slut, but I do need this work done. 11:00 AM works for me.”.

Setting at my counter eating breakfast I get a text from Ruth. “Still on for 11:00 AM?”

 

“Yes.” I responded.

 

Ruth again; “I’m not an exhibitionist, so you know, the picture I sent you was just for fun.”

 

“Oh, Ok.” I said; “The dick pic I sent you was a stock dick off the internet, not really mine. Mine is a little bigger.”

 

 She responds “Oh god!”

A little later I get a text from her friend Joyce, who I had fun with a few days ago. She referred me to Ruth for the dimmer switch work.

 

“You have Ruth all Hot and horny. She was up half the night practicing sucking on her Silver Bullet Vibrator.”

 

 “Oh?” I said; “has she never sucked a cock?”

 

“She claims not.” Joyce said. “You need to be gentle with her, the back of my throat is still a little sore.”

 

 “Oh?” I said; “you were so hot. I’m feeling bad about this.” I said. “I don’t mean to add stress to Ruth’s life. I do work for cash?”

 

“Not a problem.” Joyce answered; “Oh she is so Hot now, she can’t back out. You told her you wanted to shoot your cum all over her nipples, and then watch her lick it off. That put her over the edge, she couldn’t back out now if she wanted to. She was up half the night thinking about that. She told me she is so lonely for a man’s cock, she can’t stop touching herself. I told her what a great guy you were, and that you would be good for her mental stability. If she has to suck a cock to hold one again, she is ready.”

 

 I thanked Joyce for the inside dope. “Let me know when you need something repaired.”

So after a trip to HD for the dimmer switch, I knocked on Ruth’s door. She opened the door wearing not much, summer weight PJ bottoms, and a wrap-around, tie-in-front, summer weight top. It was soon obvious, as she led me into the house towards the dining room light switch, that she wasn’t wearing underwear under her PJ’s. I had her age at about 65, a few years younger than me. She weighed about 130 lbs. 5 foot 5, with what I bet in her prime was a fine set of tits. I went right to work taking the cover plate off, and removing the dimmer from the box. I had gotten it right and had a exact replacement.

She pulled out a dining room chair and sat down to watch me. I had the old switch disconnected from the wiring, and looked over at her watching me. She was crying. “Why the tears?” I asked her, as I rubbed her shoulder. Just my touching her, seemed to calm her down. “Please believe me; you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do. I work for money, if that works for you. You know my rate.”

“Oh, that’s not it.” she says.

 

 “Then what?” I asked.

 

“Oh, I’m just such a slut. I’m sitting here watching you, and my body is begging you; a perfect stranger; to finish installing the dimmer so you can touch me. So I can hold your cock. So I can feel it in my hand.”

 

 “Oh wow.” I said; “why does that make you a slut? A slut is a young girl who can’t keep her legs closed. How long were you married before your husband passed?” I asked. “Were you faithful to him? You don’t have to answer that. To me sex is pleasure at this point in our lives. We are both alone, not cheating on anyone. Being alone sucks. Giving up sex when we still have needs, is a recipe for stress and depression. Fuck that!” I said; “life is to short. We are hurting no one. Now let me finish this job, so I can see what you learned about sucking cock.”

 

 I asked her for a cup of coffee, just so I could finish without her drooling over me.

 

 She stood up on the way to the kitchen, and pressed her pendulous breast against my arm. She stood on her toes and reached up to kiss my cheek. Her hand went to feel my cock over my pants. My cock was hard from just following her into the house, realizing she was not wearing underwear. So she got a good handful on the way to make coffee. I reached for her tits, and got a couple of fingers around a nipple to pull on it.

 

“Please hurry.” she said; “I need to taste your cock and see if it’s as good as Joyce says it is.” as she walked into the kitchen.

 

Over coffee, I asked her; “What made you change her mind? You said you didn’t do oral.”

 

 “Oh.” she said; “my fucking friend, Joyce. You should hire her as your pimp. She said you gave her two massive orgasms just by letting her suck your cock and then you titty fucked her.”

 

 I laughed; “Yep! She was really ready. You girls really do talk.”

 

 Ruth said she told Joyce she had never given a blow job, not even to her husband.

 

So I said; “Did your husband never ask for one?”

“Oh he did, but I had it in my head that only sluts gave blow jobs, so I guess he gave up asking.”

 

We headed for the family room. I needed to take a piss, so I, took care of that in the hallway half-bath; and wiped my cock off, and came out of the bathroom wearing only my shiny red boxers. My lonely friend, (my cock) was standing at full attention, as I walked over to stand in front of where Ruth was sitting. She was so excited, and in need of love; her face lit up when her hand snaked into my loose boxers to pull my cock out the fly, for her to see for the first time.

 

The head was glazed in pre-cum, a taste she had never had in her mouth. I just stood there in front of her, as she sat on the sofa running her hand up and down my 7 inch length, and going under to cup my balls giving them a squeeze. I reached in and took her tits in both my hands, running my thumb over her nipples. She just made this weird cooing sound and looked up into my face. Her tongue reached out and took a lick of the pre-cum on my tip.

 

“Joyce told me it was a little salty, but not bad. Joyce told me to check out a couple of websites, to learn how to give a good blow job. So your pimp, (Joyce), told me how hot it was to have your cock in my mouth. I hope I do it right?”

 

As she added a few inches between her lips, I let her control how much she sucked in, but really started to work on her nipples, twisting and pulling on her tits. Her left nipple must have been a good 1/2 inch engorged. She pulled off of me and looked into my eyes, and said she couldn’t believe how nice it felt in her mouth. “I thought I would hate it, but it almost makes me feel calm. I like that my mouth can give you so much pleasure.”

 

 I laughed and said; “the pleasure only comes when you stop talking and start sucking. The more the better.” I can usually hold out for a good five minutes or so, when getting blowed. I wanted her to work up to an orgasm for herself before I came. She had about six inches in, and was bobbing up and down, using her lips and tongue to suck on me. She kind of got lost in the moment, as I was working her tits really good. She was enjoying the feel of my cock in her mouth. I could tell she was getting into it. She reached around and put one hand on my ass, and actually pulled me towards her, pushing more of my cock into her throat.

 

After about three minutes, she was totally into sucking my cock. She was panting like a steam engine, unable to stay still as she worked on me, and I worked on her tits. At this point she had relaxed her throat enough to take all 7 inches, and had her face buried in my pubic hair on the down stroke. At that point I took over, holding her head, I started fucking her face. She was surprised when I started, so I told her to just relax and take it in. Her right hand had moved down to her cunt, and she was working her clit hard. She was really into it now working her clit, and letting me face fuck her, sucking me like a pro.

 

 I know I was getting close, and I debated whether to warn her that I was going to cum. Just as I was really close she skipped a beat bobbing on me and exploded with an orgasm rocking her whole body. Her mouth was so full of my cock she couldn’t make a sound. That put me over the edge and I came deep in her throat giving her my first shot as she was orgasming and eating my cum at the same time.

 

I pulled her off my cock as it was still firing cum, and I directed it to her nipples. Splashing it all over her tits. She quivered all over and orgasmed again watching me cum on her tits. I remembered Joyce getting off on that to. I put it back up to her mouth, and told her to clean it off. She was eager to please, and took me back into her mouth to suck me clean. Her right hand was still between her legs, working on her clit. I then reached for one of her tits that had cum all over her stiff nipple. I lifted it up to her mouth and told her to lick herself clean. When I lifted her other tit to her mouth she orgasmed for the third time, as she licked my cum off of her nipples. She kept pulling her whole breast up to her face to lick any leftover cum she may have missed.

 

When she was done, she reached over and pulled my now softening cock, back into her mouth, to make sure she got all the cum she might have left on it. She was even squeezing my balls hoping to get a few more cum drops out of me. I just kept watching her lick and suck us both clean, and seeing the joy in her eyes as she did it. I felt bad I didn’t have anymore to offer her.

 
I just kept thinking, this from the woman that only yesterday told me she didn’t do oral. Never too old to learn new tricks.

 

She had been sitting on the edge of her sofa with me standing in front of her. Once she was satisfied she had gotten all my cum, she fell sideways, into the sofa. Naked from the waist up and she had pushed her PJ bottom down to rub her clit.

 

Being 70 years old, I usually only had one good cum dump in me, but looking at her exposed pussy, I decided to take a bite of the fuzzy peach. She was wiped out, just lying there in orgasm recovery mode, when I dropped to the cushions and buried my face in her trimmed pussy. She had climaxed at least three times, that I knew of; so her cunt was a surprisingly wet mess. But never the less, I found her clit, and started working my tongue on it. I pushed a couple of fingers in her and tried to find her G-spot. She realized what I was doing and opened her legs for me. Her hands went to the back of my head. I looked up into her face and said sarcastically; “So you still don’t do oral?”

 

 “Oh! God help me.” she said. “Please help me cum, once more.” Within a minute or two she was bucking like a bronco, Yelling; “holy fuck” as her 4th orgasm subsided.

 

I headed for the bathroom to clean her cum off my face and get dressed. I had learned it was best to make a quick exit rather than hang around and hear all the proposals of marriage from these post clitoral women.

 

So I kissed her good bye, as I dressed and packed up my tools. She hadn’t moved yet from the sofa, still sitting there naked and catatonic. My phone was in my hand, and being a little evil I took a picture of her, naked lying spread wide there, in a fog. I noticed a huge stain of her cum spreading under her ass, on the sofa fabric. That’s going to need a cleaning.

 

Once I hit my truck, I was thinking how I wish I could be a fly on the wall, for her phone call to her friend, Joyce.

A couple of hours later, Joyce sent me a text “How did it go”?

 

I responded “dimmer switch replacement went well.”

 

“Ha-ha!” she texted, “You know what I mean?”

 

“I think she enjoyed herself,” I said.

 

“Ah, yeah; you think?” she said. “She got off four times, wants to marry you. Nice going. You only got me off two times.”

 

 I said; “I never kiss and tell.”

 

 Joyce texted back; “Sounds like you did more than kiss her.”

 

 “Ruth called you my pimp!” I said.

 

“Oh really? She said that? If I’m your pimp I want my cut! You owe me two more orgasms!”

 

 I texted back; “Please call my number for friendly repair services. Special rates apply for regular customers.”

My small side gig was doing good. A couple of small jobs a week, to keep me from dying of boredom. I was two months into the venture. Joyce and Ruth had not called again for any new problems.

One day I got strange call on my voice mail from a man, who needed help with hanging some pictures. “My wife wants me to ask about your special arrangement rates?”

 

 Their names were the Millers, Beth & Dave. I sent Joyce a text asking if she knew the Millers. I explained the husband left me a voicemail, and asked for help with hanging some pictures. He said on the VM, his wife was asking about ‘special arrangement rates?’

 

About an hour later, Joyce got back to me. “Nice couple, maybe 65-ish. He’s confined to a wheelchair with Parkinson’s. Must be impotent.“

So I asked her; “Do you think they know what “special arrangement rates” means?”

 

“Yep; they know. Beth is good friends with Ruth.”

Holy fuck! I thought. Is she going to give me a blow job with her husband in the house? Now I was torn. Do I call back and accept the job, so I can help them get their pictures hung, or do I avoid the call all together?

 

 I decided to play it safe, and responded with a text; “$50 an hour, minimum one hour. Happy to help. Is tomorrow around 11:00 AM, good for you?”

 

 Dave responds; “Oh good! Beth is looking forward to you helping her with her issues.”

 

 Oh fuck! I thought. Until he mentioned ‘Beth and her issues’, I had this thing in the back of my head that he was the one who wanted to suck my dick.

Now I was the one up half the night, worried about how this would work. I know there are people who get off watching their spouse getting fucked. Porn videos abound with women getting fucked with a big black cock as their husband sits in the corner, taking pictures and wacking off.

 

I hope he doesn’t want to watch his wife blow me. That could affect my ability to get off. I’m thinking; if she blows me and I can’t get off, because her husband is watching; does she owe me the $50 an hour? I’m trying to put myself in their shoes. I’m the perfect solution to their problem. No strings attached, no intercourse, no cheating guilt. Ok; time to ring the door bell.

So basically the picture had been on the wall before and the glass broke. They had the glass replaced. As the picture was quite large they needed assistance hanging it back up on the wall to pre-existing hooks. Beth Miller and I did the lifting and Dave eye-balled it for us from his wheelchair, so we could get it level.

 

 It Must have taken us all of five minutes. “That’s it?” I said, “do you have anything else I can help with?” actually feeling guilty that it had only taken a few minutes.

 

So Dave said, “I’ll leave you and Beth alone to settle up,” as he wheeled out of the room.

 

As soon as Dave left the room, Beth was pulling me into a side bedroom. “Come in here.” she said. “Hhe can see us, but can’t hear us.“

 

“Why would he want to watch his wife suck someone else’s cock?”

 

 “I don’t know either. He has taken to watching porn, and I guess me sucking your cock is porn to him. You don’t know how embarrassing this is for me. I’ve always had a strong libido, and enjoyed crazy sex all our married life. I know he has cheated on me several times, and I had my fun also. I really need to get fucked, but he is weird about that. My friend Ruth, who I know you helped out; told me that all she did was blow you, but was able to get off four times. That would be heaven for me. I so much need to feel a real cock in my hand.”

 

“Even if it’s a stranger?”  I asked.

 

“Ruth told me she had a great time, and she trusted you.”

“OK” I said; “Please remove your blouse and bra. I work myself up by fucking your tits. I suggest you find a way to simulate your clit.”

 

She asked me to undress so she could see and touch my body. Beth is a good-looking woman, slight of build. She was out of her top and bra, before I could get my pants off. She just stood there by the baseboard, waiting for the big reveal.

 

When I dropped my black satin boxers, she reached right in to take a hold of my cock. “Oh nice!” she said. “And so warm!”

 

 I didn’t know how much foreplay she needed, but fucking a set of swaying tits usually got me going. She came close and hugged me against her chest, letting out a sigh as she felt the skin to skin contact. I asked her if she had sucked a dick before?

 

 “Oh yes!” she said. “Many times. I usually love the feel of a turgid cock in my mouth. Most cum tastes good, and I can usually swallow it.”

 

I told her to sit down on the edge of the bed, and brought my stiff cock up to lay between her lovely tits. She immediately laid it between her tits and started rubbing it all over, rubbing it against her nipples. It felt wonderful, and of course, started my pre-cum flowing. She circled her nipples with the tip, to deposit my pre-cum on them, as she very quickly was getting herself worked up.

 
She was cooing and moaning as she fucked my cock with her tits. Using her one hand and her arm she was pressing her tits together to provide the friction needed to fuck her. Her free hand had worked its way under her panties, and she was going to town on her clit.

 

My pre-cum was now all over her cleavage, as she rode my cock with her tits. She just kept looking into my eyes, smiling as she enjoyed the feel of my cock rubbing against her. Her hand in her panties was working hard when she suddenly orgasmed. As she mellowed out I offered my cock to her open mouth, which she willingly excepted.

 

“Oh god!” she moaned, as she took it deep, and then pulled it out. Her hand that had been working her clit, came up to capture my balls, and help feed me into her mouth.

 

She soon was using her hand and mouth to fuck my cock. She pulled it out again and swirled her tongue around the tip to capture my pre-cum. Rolling her eyes at the flavor it offered her.

 

I had a brief moment of thinking about her husband, watching his wife suck my cock to the back of her throat, gagging a little and then doing it all over again. All of a sudden she pushed me away from her, taking my cock out of her mouth. She looked at me and said she was sorry, but what we were doing wasn’t working for her. She had orgasmed once already, but I was not sure what she meant.

 

I was thinking she was having second thoughts, guilt or whatever. I offered to leave, as much as I hated to, because she had got me pretty worked up, and I was looking forward to loading her throat up with my cum. Her warm throat was where I wanted my cock to be.

 

“Leave? Oh god no!” she said. “I’m such a cum slut, and adulterer; I need you to punish me. You are being way to gentle. I need you to fuck my throat, slap my face, and tits, squeeze my nipples and twist them until I cum. I’m such a filthy cum slut whore, and I deserve to be treated like one.”

 

With that she flipped around on the bed; on her back with her head hanging over the edge, offering me her mouth and throat.

Reaching  to pull my shaft to her mouth, She begged me to not pull out, even if she was gagging. “Don’t you dare pull out when you cum, I want it all in my mouth and throat. I want to taste it, and spit it all over my tits!”

 

Holy shit! This woman was freaky.

 

“My useless fucking husband can’t give me anymore cum. I need it to get off. Please hurt me, and give me your cum.”

 

 Her mouth was just below my cock hanging over the bed. I had my orders and drove my cock down her waiting throat. I, at the same time slapped her face as she took me deep. Then I went to work on her tits slapping them and pinching twisting her nipples, until she gurgled out in pain.

 

I took my hands and held each side of her head as I drove my cock into her until she gagged. Pulling back and then driving deep again. Pinning her face to the bed with my cock; I was able to free up my hands again to slap and beat on her tits. Fucking her mouth until she gagged, then pulling back and driving forward again. She looked like she was in pain, but at the same time I was bottoming out on her throat. She had her hands around my ass, pulling me further into her throat.

 

Her tits were bright red from me slapping them. No longer up and perky, but like most woman her age, they were laying a little flatter.

I slapped her cheeks, and then her tits again, as she cut lose with a massive orgasm. Her throat closed around my cock tip, which put me over the edge, and I unloaded my seed into her mouth. She exploded again, squirting some, as I fucked her mouth; shooting shot after shot of my cum into her.

 

Only then did she push me out of her mouth, and spit my cum into her hands, then started rubbing it all over her tits, then rolling her nipples in the cock sauce. This allowed her to cum again.

 

Moaning; “Oh god, so fucking good!” She continued to rub my cum all over her tits, then started licking it off of her fingers. My mind flashed back to her husband watching all of this from the other room. Man! I bet he had a great sex life with this woman, before he got sick.

 

Once we recovered, I wanted to get out of there. Beth was all happy and thanking me for helping her get through another week.

She asked me to let myself out, as she was going to take a shower.

 
I was hoping to get out of there before having to see her husband, no such luck. Dave was sitting in his wheelchair, on my way to the front door. He had his hand out, extending to me an envelope.

 

“Thank you.” I said, “but Beth paid me in full.”

 

“Well, we may want to keep you on retainer, so that’s what this is for.”

 

“Oh? Ok.” I said. “Thank you. Glad I could be of help.”

 

He said; “There is also a memory stick with a copy of today’s events, if you want to go over it.”

 

Oh, Wow! This is better than the nude pic I took of Ruth the other day, as she was all wiped out after she came 4 times. Then he said “There is audio on there. She doesn’t know I can listen. Please don’t tell her.”

 

 I nodded. “I have to say, Dave; she must have been one hell of a woman to be married to.”

 

“Oh she was; and still is. Not the most faithful wife, but I kind of knew that before I married her. She has always been a cum slut. She told me that as a child she used pacifiers until she was almost ten. She couldn’t go to sleep without one in her mouth. Her mother was always finding them and taking them from her. She would steal them from the nursery at the church they attended. She always had a hidden box, with spares her mother didn’t know about. A cock in her mouth gives her that same calming sense of security that her pacifiers did for her.“

 

Dave continued; “She had a long list of conquests, even before I married her. She gave oral to her half-brother, step brother, step father, her uncle, one of her high school teachers, and me. This is who she was, when I married her. After we got married she blew the supermarket manager, an 18 year old neighbor’s kid whom she previously took care of several times a week, until he left for West Point at 18. Her most coveted conquest was our parish priest. I saw her lusting after him, in church one day. I told her to cool off, most of those guys were gay anyway.”

 “Not him.” she said, “Us girls just know he’s not gay.”

 

Dave went on; “Took her a while, but I came home one day and she was all smiles holding up a clerical collar. What ’s that I asked? Father Tim’s collar she said. I knew immediately what she had done.”

 

“She loves me, and I love her.” Dave professed. “I’ve cheated on her, and vice versa. Now I’m useless to her, when she needs cum. That’s where you come in. I almost can’t live with her until she gets her cum fix.

 
The video was very well done, with me stuffing my cock down her throat, and slapping the shit out of her. Watching it after the fact, you could really see the joy and pleasure she was experiencing.

 

My client list maxed out before the year ended. George and Earl are a couple of other new handymen in the community. The HOA took Joyce’s advice and set up a committee to create servicing standards and review ‘reputable’ home services, who maintain a strong rating for satisfying the expectations of the clients.

At the next annual HOA meeting, 38 women announced their candidacy for the 5-member committee on servicing standards.

Based on a post by Rope shooter, for Sex Stories.