The Handyman
Adele's POV
"So, the trees in the backyard. And then inside the leaky pipe under the sink in the bathroom and the radiator in the bedroom," I instructed Jason, the new handyman my husband had hired. He nodded, scribbling something down on a notepad. I couldn't help but notice his shirt was unbuttoned three buttons down, and that a large tuft of chest hair was sticking out.
Ugh, Adele,
I scolded myself. Then again it was only natural I take a second look at the hired hand when my husband hadn't taken a second look at me in years. And I'm not bad looking. The college boys all like to try to crane their necks over the fence in the backyard in an effort to catch me sunbathing topless (a secret little habit my husband knows nothing about).
"I'll get started on the trees first thing tomorrow ma'am. I just need to bring my equipment," Jason said.
"Adele, please. Ma'am makes me feel old...and we have to be about the same age," I said, batting my eyes. I saw Jason's eyes go appreciatively to my giant tits which have no hint of a sag about them and are as natural as the day I hit puberty. I would not let a doctor's scalpel near me. I loved my body. And I loved showing it off. Too bad my husband didn't appreciate that.
As soon as Jason left, I collapsed into the armchair. I could still smell his cologne. There had been sweat stains under his armpits but no hint of BO. He was all the benefits of a man without the drawbacks. For example, I didn't have to do his laundry.
I was wearing a pale yellow dress with red flowers. I yanked up my dress and found my wetness. My thighs were sticky from holding eye contact with his man. His muscles had been very pronounced but his eyes had been gentle. Whoever his girlfriend was, she was lucky. I eased my fingers inside me but it wasn't enough. I needed a dildo. Or even better, cock. Why was my husband such a loser? It was his secretary. She was built very different from me. Not that there was anything wrong with skinny but I should have married should who appreciated tits, ass and well, a little bit of a stomach. I liked food, okay?
"Mrs. Hamilton?" Jason was standing in the doorway, mouth agape watching my fingers furiously work my cunt. I jumped from my seat and he kind of laughed, averting his eyes.
"Please don't be embarrassed. I should have said something sooner. That just was so hot. I'm sorry- I shouldn't have said that. Mr. Hamilton probably wouldn't have appreciated it," he said.
"Mr. Hamilton probably wouldn't have cared," I said, bitterly. I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and smoothed my dress, cheeks still red.
"I find that hard to believe. Anyway, sorry. I forgot my wallet," he crept closer to the table next to me and scooped up his wallet which I hadn't noticed before (I swear). "I'll see you tomorrow." He was still averting his eyes. How cute. He stumbled out of the room.
Then I had an idea. Why should my husband have all the fun? Hadn't he played around long enough while I cooked and cleaned? Here an opportunity practically fell into my lap. I wasn't going to let it go.
Jason's POV
My new employer was interesting. Beautiful. Attractive. And her pussy smelled wonderful. I took great care getting ready the next day. I wanted to look and smell amazing. Not that anything was going to happen. I mean she had a husband. And whatever she said about him I'm sure he took plenty good care of her. How could he not?
I arrived to receive my instructions. She was out by the pool in a blue bikini that matched the hue of the water and the shade of her eyes. My eyes almost popped out of my head at the tiny bikini strings trying to contain those huge breasts. It was almost obscene, like something straight out of a porno but I loved it. I snuck a glance at her ass when she turned around and bent over to pick up her checkbook. It was fairly large. The kind practically begging for a spanking. I longed to deliver a proper one.
She handed me the check and I got to work, praying the bulge in my pants wasn't obvious. I was clearing some trees, but they were pretty small, the kind one person could handle with a chainsaw. I was midway through my job when I felt eyes upon my back. I turned off the chainsaw and turned around. I almost jumped my equipment. Lying topless on the lounge chair pool was Adele. Topless. Her breasts were even bigger than I had pegged them. I thought maybe Double Ds but now I was thinking Fs. I wonder if she had work done but they looked completely natural- aside from the fact that they absolutely defied gravity.
Nervously I turned back to my job. My dick was jutting out proudly and I felt ashamed of my peeping tendencies. This was her house. She could sunbathe topless if she wanted to. Didn't mean it had anything to do with me. I had to be a gentleman. I was raised to be a gentleman. She had a husband! But if I was being completely honest all I wanted was to run right over and motorboat those titties with a giant tub of suntan lotion.
Adele's POV
The topless seduction was a flop. Jason was a perfect gentleman, focusing only on the trees and his job. I caught him staring a couple of times but I couldn't tell if his interest was piqued or he only saw me as some freak who sunbathed topless when her husband wasn't home. If only he knew how much I was aching for a man's touch, for some cock. For precum dripping between my tits. When he came over, I quickly covered up like I had forgotten he was even there.
"So sorry," I said, pulling a sweatshirt over my tits which bounced freely, "I like to do that so often. I almost forgot you were there," I saw doubt creep into his eyes and I wondered if he was going to make a comment. But he only laughed sheepishly.
