After my breakup with my last girlfriend, I was feeling pretty down. Work was no fun, the pay was barely enough to get by, and it sucked to be celibate for the first time in a couple years. I had been talking to a friend about all of these things, and he suggested I take up a hobby. Pretty basic suggestion, but it got me thinking about what I could do to occupy my time, and potentially make a little extra money on the side. I had always been handy, enjoyed building and fixing things, and working with my hands. So, I put out a couple ads on the local job boards with some generic "Handyman for hire, no job too small!" headlines. Somewhat surprisingly, I got quite a few replies, ended up doing a few small jobs here and there and was actually making some decent money on the side.
A couple months into my new endeavor, I got a call from a couple in my neighborhood who had a sizable remodeling job they needed done, but felt the quotes they had gotten from the other contractors in the area were too expensive. I gave them a few examples of my work, and they invited me to come take a look at the job.
I went over to their place the next night to check it out, and new immediately I wanted the job. Their apartment was beautiful, but just had one room that needed refinishing to complete the whole place. The couple were very friendly, clearly successful, and both fit and attractive. The husband, Marco, was slightly dark skinned, tall and lean, a good looking guy. His wife, however, was something else entirely. The first time I laid eyes on her I could hardly pull them away, she was simply gorgeous. About five foot five, slim, toned body, and beautiful in a easy, graceful way. She did not appear to be wearing any makeup, and had simple yoga pants and a tank top on, her hair pulled back with a few strands hanging around her face. Luckily Marco did not see me staring, since Brooke was the one who answered the door. She, however, must have noticed I was speechless, since she quickly invited me inside and called for Marco to come say hello.
After a quick tour of the apartment and an explanation of the job, we agreed to a fee and budget and I went on my way, promising to get started over the weekend when I had time away from my normal job.
When I got home I could not stop thinking about Brooke, and how badly I had wanted to spin her around, pull those tight yoga pants down over her beautiful little ass and devour her pussy and ass from behind. I cracked a beer, put some porn on, and jerked off twice, needing a second round before my cock would finally relax.
Saturday finally came, and I headed to the hardware store to buy supplies, then to Marco and Brooke's apartment. Brooke let me in the apartment, looking just as good as she had the first time we met. I unloaded my tools and materials and got to work. A short while after I started, Marco, who had been out for a jog, came back to the apartment. I heard him come in over the music playing softly from my Bluetooth speaker. He exchanged a hello with Brooke, then came to check on my progress and see if I needed anything. He came into the room and said hello, asking how I was doing.
"Going great so far," I answered, walking over to say hello. I could not help but notice how toned his body looked under his sweat-soaked T-shirt, which clung tightly to his chest. I looked away to avoid staring, turning back to my work. "No surprises yet, but really just getting started," I said. As I reached my work bench I turned back to him, and to my surprise he was in the process of pulling off his shirt. I took a quick look at his firm chest, which was shaved completely smooth all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. I enjoyed the view for a few extra seconds while he struggled to pull the sticky shirt off his body, then averted my eyes before he got a chance to catch me checking him out. He finished his struggle with the shirt and said "sorry about that, shirt was getting really annoying."
"No problem," I answered. After an awkward pause I said, "Well, I'm gonna get going on this again."
"Sure," said Marco, "don't let me hold you up".
I turned back to my work, and heard him walk out a few seconds later. That was weird, I thought, not that I minded, hell of a body, this a hot couple I found here, would've done this job for free I think! Anyway, back to work. I turned my focus back to my work.
A half hour or so later as I was cruising along with the project, I thought I heard a scream. I paused the music and listened, afraid someone might be hurt. I heard nothing for a minute, and once again turned back to my work, but left the music off this time. Soon after I heard another noise, somewhere between a scream and, what sounded like a moan. My ears perked up again, and I stood up and walked to the door, being pretty certain that it had not come from outside the window. One more time I heard the same scream/moan, and began to get an idea of what it was. I walked down the hall, and the noise became more frequent and louder, and I knew exactly what it was. Marco and Brooke were having a little fun while I tried to focus on refinishing their apartment! Admittedly, I was pretty curious, and crept a bit closer to their bedroom door, noticing it was not even closed fully, with a crack of light visible through it. I felt like a bit of a creep, but I was actually getting pretty turned on listening to Brooke's moans while Marco fucked her. I was also jealous, and not just of Brooke - I was curious what sort of meat Marco was packing, and decided I would not have minded if he had taken his shorts off earlier as well! As my cock started to push against the edge of my jeans I decided I had had enough, and turned to walk carefully away so as not to make a sound.
I got back to the project room and tried to focus on my work, but it was pretty tough. Brooke's moaning got consistently louder, and was now coming with the occasional banging of a headboard against a wall. Both got louder and louder, and I could tell they were both getting close to cumming, which was confirmed a few seconds later when Brooke let out a long "oooohhhhh uuuuuhhh yeeaaa". Silence followed for a minute or two, and then I heard the door open and soft footsteps pattered down the hall and into the bathroom, the door closing behind. Another few minutes passed, and the door opened and the footsteps returned, pausing outside the bedroom door, then continuing toward me! I turned back to the project, trying to pretend I had been working the whole time.
Brooke knocked softly on the door, and I turned to see her standing in the door frame in a very tight, form-fitting white bathrobe. I didn't know they could make terry cloth look sexy, but damn was I wrong, I thought. "How's it coming?" Brooke asked.
I stuttered for a second before managing to get out a "Fine thanks, you?"
"Fucking great," she answered, flashing a smile and looking me squarely in the eye.
"Glad to hear it," I said, gave her a quick, awkward smile, and picked up a hammer to return to my work.
"I really should thank you," she said, surprising me.
Confused, I asked "Why is that?"
"Well, Marco decided to give me a little something extra today, and it's all because of you."
