The Handyman
Copyright© 2025 by AlanGe601
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - My wife and I hire a contractor as a handyman, who is also handsy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching
It had been several weeks since Braden was last at our house for any ‘fix-it’ projects. We had just finished up with additional contractors in the house, as they were working on remodeling our kitchen. New floors, new cabinets, new countertops, new appliances, the whole thing was redone. New lighting and a new kitchen island. All that to say that they too left it without any new paint put on walls or ceiling.
Dawn spoke to me about having Braden come back to finish off the kitchen with new paint on the walls and ceiling, and I agreed, it was something that needed to be done. Also since they didn’t really put new baseboards down, we should probably do that as well.
She agreed with the baseboards as well. She went on to advise me that she’d text him to see when he might be available. I then asked if she was choosing him because of his work, or some other reason. She said, “Maybe a little of both.” I was a bit surprised by her candor but thought perhaps since it had been a while and he was doing this kind of work on the side, that perhaps he might not be available.
With that she texted him. Several minutes later I heard her phone ‘ding’ from an incoming message, and so I asked, “Was that Braden?”
She answered, “Yes, he’s not available this week or next, but should be available after, should I tell him what we have going on?”
I said, “Well do you want to wait that long, or do you want to see if someone else might be able to do it before he can get to it?”
She said, “Well by the time it would take me to find someone else, and then get them scheduled, we don’t really know what their work would be, whether good, bad, or otherwise, I might as well just wait for Braden.”
With that, I said, “Ok tell him then, to book us for that following week.” I then added, “I wouldn’t think it would take too terribly long, he only has a couple of baseboards and the kitchen is not very big, so painting shouldn’t take long at all either.”
Dawn agreed with me on that, and said, “I’ll text him and tell him, but we should probably go to the hardware store and pick up a couple more of the baseboards for the kitchen, so they’re here when he gets here.”
I said, “Well we have some time, we don’t need to rush out right now and pick anything up.” I continued, “Let’s give it a couple of days, just in case he can’t make it, then this weekend we can head up and pick them up.”
She agreed, we’d wait for the weekend. The week passed and Dawn appeared to get more and more anxious about the upcoming weekend and upcoming work to be done by Braden. Over the week, the anxiousness turned to Dawn getting more and more frisky as we spent every night that week having some great sex. The week passed and the weekend finally was here. We went to the big box hardware store to pick up the baseboards, as well as some additional paint so we’d have enough for the whole job when Braden arrives.
We still had another week before Braden would be back in our home, painting and putting in the baseboards in our new kitchen. We continued to have great nightly sex as Dawn’s libido had increased since knowing Braden was coming back to do some additional work.
As the days passed Dawn was getting more and more anxious as was I, since I was unsure what Dawn’s plans were for Braden. Friday of the week before Braden was to show up, Dawn texted him to see if we were still on for next week. Within a few minutes he texted her back stating that he was planning on being there probably Tuesday evening after he was finished with his work day.
Dawn turned to me and advised, “He said he’ll be here Tuesday evening to get started after his work day is done, he said, probably close to 5 o’clock.” I nodded.
That weekend we made sure we had everything we thought would be needed for Braden to get right to work come Tuesday. We went about our normal weekend with one exception, on Friday Dawn was a bit more excited than usual and we had some great sex that night. The rest of the weekend however, was a bit more dry which wasn’t that unusual but leading into Saturday the last two weeks there was almost nightly sex but Saturday, Sunday and Monday evening nothing.
As per usual I left for work at the office on Tuesday with the expectation that I’d make it home just before Braden would get there. Dawn also left but she had told me that she’d only be gone for a short time as she only had one appointment that morning that wasn’t going to last very long.
As expected when I arrived at home Braden wasn’t there quite yet, and Dawn was in the kitchen. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door, assuming it was Braden, I opened the door and it was in fact Braden.
I invited him in, he came in with some tools in hand along with some paint brushes, and rollers. He headed towards the kitchen first and took a look at the new kitchen and said, “Looks nice, like the new kitchen.”
Dawn responded, “Except for the fact that they didn’t paint,” smiled and continued, “that’s why you’re here.” “We didn’t think about the baseboards until after they were done.”
Braden shook his head acknowledging the comments.
Braden then asked, “So you’ve picked up some baseboards, I assume?”
Dawn replied, “Yes they’re in the garage.” “We figured you’d need some.” She then asked, “What did you want to start with, painting or baseboards?”
Braden replied, “Well it would make more sense to do the painting first, then do the baseboards.”
Dawn and I agreed and nodded.
With that Braden started with unrolling some plastic to cover things up and applied the plastic sheets over the new cabinets, countertops, island and appliances. He then laid down some plastic over the new flooring that was part of the kitchen remodel.
Braden then poured some paint into the paint pans and grabbed a roller to begin on the ceiling. Once he had a coat of paint applied on the ceiling he started on the walls remaining in the kitchen.
Braden spent a few hours painting while Dawn and I were in the living room watching television, relaxing and enjoying the programs we were watching.
About 9pm that evening Braden began packing things up, cleaning up the rollers and paint brushes, the paint pans and started taking down the plastic. He came to the living room, and announced that he was about done for the evening, and would be back tomorrow to put another coat of paint on everything before he starts on the baseboards.
Dawn asked, “Ok what do we owe you?”
Braden responded, “Well about 4 hours, so $200.”
Dawn then went upstairs to retrieve the money, came back and handed Braden the $200. Then asked, “You’re coming back tomorrow, I assume around the same time?”
Braden replied, “Yeah should be about the same time tomorrow and I should be able to finish up the painting, then Thursday probably or maybe this weekend, the baseboards.”
Dawn and I nodded in agreement with that plan. With that we said our goodbyes and Braden left for the evening.
Dawn and I again went to the living room to finish watching the show we were watching, then headed to bed. Where once again, no activity, which was a little strange since we were having sex about every night leading up to the prior weekend.
The next morning I once again left for the office and Dawn had a couple of appointments, so left well after I did, as is normal, as she’s not an early riser.
Again anticipating I’d be home before Braden showed up, I did stop on the way to pick up something for dinner, since I knew we wouldn’t be able to cook in our kitchen that evening. By the time I had stopped off and picked up the food and made it home, Braden had just arrived and had started laying out the plastic again.
I brought the food in and told Dawn, “I brought dinner home, since we can’t cook.”
She replied, “Great, I didn’t cook anything and I am pretty hungry.”
With the food on the dining room table I grabbed some dishes and silverware real quick before Braden had everything covered in plastic and started to dish out what I had brought home.
I noticed how Dawn was dressed and knew that she must have changed her clothes after she came home, not sure why or what was on her mind in doing so, but she was now wearing a shorter skirt and low cut top, than what she would have worn to go to her appointments. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples were slightly erect and noticeable from the front of her shirt.
We ate dinner, even offering Braden an opportunity to eat, which he passed on as he was busy with roller in hand painting the ceiling again. As we were finishing up dinner I grabbed a drink to take to the living room with me, and Dawn collected our plates and silverware and took them to the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink, and then I figured out what she was up to with the clothing she had. As Braden was up on the step ladder painting the ceiling he stopped when he saw Dawn approach with the dishes, as to not get paint on her or her clothes. Looking down to her I knew that he could see right down the front of her shirt, that’s what she was doing.
We were in the living room again watching television again as Braden was in the kitchen painting. He was putting that second coat of paint on everything, the ceiling was now done and he was working on the walls, finishing that up.
Finally about 9:30 he came into the living room and announced he was about done, and he stared over at Dawn and I couldn’t really figure out why, that’s when I saw her give him a slight smile. Not really knowing what this was all about I looked back over at Braden and he was still staring at her, still not sure why, I looked back over to Dawn and noticed she was still sitting on the couch but then noticed her legs were slightly apart.
I leaned forward a bit and then looked over at her, and could clearly see her partially shaved pussy as she was not wearing underwear under her short skirt. At that, I reached over to her letting her know that I now knew, and that she probably needed to go get Braden some money for his time tonight. She got up from the couch and went upstairs to do just that. Asking him first, “What do we owe you for tonight?”
He responded, “Well about 4 and half hours, so like $250.”
She then went upstairs to retrieve the money. She came back down as Braden finished cleaning up his brushes, paint pan, and removing the plastic over everything. When she presented him the money, she asked, “Ok when are you coming back for the baseboards?”
Braden grabbed his phone and looked at something on his phone, and then said, “I don’t think tomorrow or Friday would be good, probably looking like Saturday afternoon, if that’s ok?”
Dawn advised, “Sounds good, guess we’ll see you on Saturday then, about what time?”
Braden answered, “Probably around noon, shouldn’t take too long. Just a few baseboards to put up.” “Oh wait, I’ll need to paint them first and then they’ll need to dry, then I can put them up.” He continued, “So I guess I’ll get them painted on Saturday and then have to come back Sunday to put them up, if that’s ok?”
Dawn again agreed as did I, and I said, “Ok no worries.”
With that we said our goodbyes and Dawn and I went back to the living room, where I said to her, “I see what you did there, you don’t have any panties on and was wearing that short skirt for him, along with no bra and the low cut top.” “What’s with you?”
Dawn responded, “What do you mean, what’s with me?” She continued, “You know, I like teasing him and getting him worked up, and wouldn’t mind if he took me again.”
I then said, “I’m not sure he’s going to do anything like that with me right there, down here.” “Besides, aren’t I enough?” I asked.
“Of course, but even you have to admit that what we did a few weeks ago was pretty hot, right?” She asked.
With that we resumed our show we were in the middle of, when Braden came in to tell us he was about done for the day.
It was now Saturday and Dawn and I awoke a little earlier than normal to make sure we had our showers and breakfast before Braden was there for the day. After I finished preparing our breakfast Dawn came down in a fairly low-cut top that revealed her ample cleavage and a pair of loose fitting shorts. The shorts were not out of the ordinary, as she usually wore these kinds of things when or if she was going to be working outside in the garden. The top was a little unlike her normal outside work garb, but it looked good on her, I did notice however, she didn’t seem to be wearing a bra, so her nipples poked out a bit.
It was nearing noon and then there was a knock at the door, we figured it was probably Braden, and it was, Dawn answered the door, with almost a smile on her face, welcoming him in. His hands were full of his tools he had brought in and stated that he still needed to run out to his car for some additional tools for today’s work. I went and opened the garage door for him so that he could come and go in and out of that door to retrieve his additional things he needed.
He started off in the garage with painting the base boards, it was a rather warm day and it wasn’t going to take long for them to dry. Then he came into the house, and into the kitchen with his tape measure, measuring where each of the baseboards were going to be affixed to the wall.
As he began his measuring in the kitchen, Dawn was in the kitchen as well, asking if he needed assistance, which he turned down. She then went over to the sink to begin washing the dishes that were used for breakfast, and putting them into the dishwasher. Doing this though, she was bending over to put dishes into the dishwasher, and in doing so, her shorts were riding up a bit but not showing anything, however she did turn herself towards the side to allow Braden to see basically down the front of her top, if he happened to look over.
Dawn took her time putting the dishes into the dishwasher as she was putting them in one by one. I happened to be walking by from the living room to head upstairs when I noticed what she was doing, and stopped momentarily, then continued my journey upstairs to my office for a short time. There were a few things I needed to look up on my computer.
From upstairs I could hear that Braden was back in the garage and beginning to make cuts to some of the baseboards in preparation for the installation. I could hear that the cutting had stopped at least for the moment, and heard him come in from the garage. I suspected he had made his first cut of the first board he needed and would be installing it shortly. He started up the air compressor that he had brought to use his power nailer to nail the baseboards to the wall.
I went back downstairs and headed to the living room, half expecting Dawn to now be in there watching something on the TV, or on her phone, but she was in the kitchen, this time she was basically standing over Braden feet part as to not step on him, trying to get into one of the cabinets.