There are a wide variety of customers I encounter. Some have some basic knowledge and skills and could do it themselves (but choose not to for whatever reason) and some just have no aptitude for using their hands. When it's a couple sometimes it's the husband that calls me to do the job (because it's out of his skill level) and sometimes it's the wife (who is tired of waiting for her husband to do it).

Some jobs are quick and easy and some women are easily impressed. Sometimes there are issues with the husband as a result, which can lead to having to deal with both of them.

Couples like Wendy and Gerald...

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When I arrived at the house deep in the suburban wasteland I pulled into the driveway and parked behind the red Prius. Based on the condition of the yard I assumed they either didn't own a lawnmower or were not able to use one. I peeked at the weed-filled and overgrown flower garden in front of the house and approached the door with some apprehension.

Was Wendy an old woman on her own, a struggling single mom or maybe disabled? She had requested help with the doors on her closets, complaining of difficulty opening and closing them easily.

I rang the bell and waited until the door was opened by a short, slender man.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Good afternoon, I’m J. I’m here to see Wendy about some closet doors.”

“You are?”

“Uh… yes. She called me and arranged an appointment for this time today,” I replied.

“Just a minute,” he said as he closed the door.

A moment later he opened the door again and gestured for me to come in, allowing me into the entryway.

“She will be right here,” he said as he looked me up and down. “Are you a carpenter or something?”

“Or something,” I replied with a smile. “Jack of all trades, general handyman.”

“Hmph!” he grunted.

“And you?” I asked to be polite.

He puffed himself up and gave me a condescending glare.

“Economic analytics and strategies.”

“Nice gig, working in an office with numbers all day. Not for me, though.”

“Yes, it’s a specialized field,” he said proudly as he looked up at me.

A cute and curvy woman appeared from around the corner and held her hand out.

“Hi, I’m Wendy. This is my husband, Gerald.”

“Hi, Wendy, I’m J. Nice to meet you,” I said as I put my hand out.

She shook my hand and smiled. When she let go I presented it to Gerald.

“And you, Gerald.”

He shook my hand quickly and took a few steps back, looked at Wendy and gestured for her to follow him.

“Uh… excuse us, please,” she said quietly as she followed him around the corner.

I could hear muffled voices and partial conversation that started with “his number from Tara” and ended with “I need someone to do these things that you won’t or can’t, and that’s how it is, Gerald!”

Wendy came back to the entrance and gave me an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that. Please, come in.”

I passed through the doorway and into an unexpectedly neat and tastefully done decor. It looked recently remodelled and professionally decorated. It was quaint, cozy and relaxed, and a complete contrast with the front yard.

“So, follow me,” she summoned as she crooked her finger and smiled.

I slipped off my shoes and followed her down a hallway and into a small room set up as an office. I couldn’t help but notice her nice bum and curvy hips as she walked in front of me.

“So… this is one of the doors I have an issue with,” she sighed. “There are others upstairs in the bedrooms.”

“This is a nice space,” I praised with a smile. “I really like how it’s decorated.”

“Thank you! I did it all myself,” she exclaimed proudly. “Well, the decorating I mean. The renovation was done just before we bought the house.”

“Oh, so you haven’t been here long?”

“Not really, about six months now,” she replied. “But Gerald… he’s not very handy.”

“Not everyone is. That’s where I come in,” I said with a wink and a smile.

She blushed slightly, ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

“You do look very… handy,” she teased as she looked me over.

“In many ways,” I teased back.

“My friend Tara recommended you highly,” she said with a sly grin. “She is very satisfied with your services.”

Tara. Divorced mom with a plumbing problem, a great set of tits and a high sex drive.

I smiled knowingly and looked her up and down, being obvious that I was checking her out.

“Everything I see in here looks great,” I teased as I looked into her eyes. “I’m guessing you just need some help to... finish?”

She giggled and blushed again, then nodded and pointed at the closet door. I put my hand on the knob of the bifold door and she put her hand on mine, looking up at me with a coy smile.

“Be gentle,” she said quietly. “It’s not used to strong hands.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured her with a wink. “I know how to handle things properly.”

She giggled again and ran her hand up my arm, stopping to give my forearm a squeeze.

“So hard…” she mused quietly as she took her hand away.

“Getting there,” I said quietly.

She blushed again and her eyes sparkled as she covered her mouth to stifle another giggle.

“Oh, you’re bad…” she whispered.

I chuckled and pulled on the handle, catching the door as it fell outwards. I checked the rollers and lifted the door out to examine the spring pins. I adjusted the upper pin and then set the door in place, moving the bottom pivot into the correct place to allow everything to line up. I opened and closed it a few times.

“There, would you like to try it?” I asked.

“The door?” she asked with a coy smile.

“For now,” I chuckled.

She giggled and opened the door, closed it and opened it again.

“It works!” she announced happily.

“Let’s go see the others,” I suggested. “Likely just need the same type of adjustments.”

“I can’t believe it works so smooth!”

“I could have done that,” Gerald scoffed from the doorway.

“But you didn’t, did you?” Wendy sneered.

“I can show you how, Gerald," I offered. "If you want.”

“No, obviously she thinks you can do things I can’t,” he pouted. “You do what she wants you to do, I’ll just watch.”

The dynamics of their relationship suddenly became clear. I've experienced this before and knew where this was heading.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Wendy purred as she took my hand. “You can come watch if you want, Gerald.”

“No, not right now,” he replied as he looked at me. “I’ll be up shortly, though.”

I followed Wendy up the stairs, once more admiring how nice her ass looked in the red stretch pants. She glanced back and caught my gaze, smiled and climbed slower. She tossed her hair, gave me a wry smile and held my hand tightly as she led me down the hall.

“Here’s the first bedroom.”

“Nice size,” I commented. “No bed?”

“No,” she sighed. “Not sure what I will do in here yet.”

“Would make a nice guest room,” I suggested as I opened the double closet doors.

Both just needed adjustment and the handles tightened.

“All done. On to the next one?”

“Come with me,” she said in a sultry tone as she took my hand again.

She led me across the hall and into a smaller bedroom. We stopped at the closet and she continued to hold my hand.

“Gerald is… well, he’s a good husband in some ways,” she smiled as she put her other hand on my chest and looked up at me. “But in other ways, not so much.”

“Not very handy?” I replied as her hand roamed my chest.

My cock was swelling as she pressed her crotch against my hip and pushed her tits into my torso.

“No,” she replied. “Certainly not like you…”

I couldn’t resist the urge and my hand cupped her ass cheek and squeezed gently.

“I should fix this door,” I suggested as she ground her pelvis into my hip.

“I guess,” she sighed.

I moved my hand away and she stepped back, finally releasing my hand from her grip. I wriggled to adjust my cock’s position in my pants as Wendy’s eyes watched the bulge closely. I quickly adjusted the door as Wendy watched me with hungry eyes.

“There. Anything else I can do for you?”

“I hope so,” she teased as she pushed herself into me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“The main bedroom, end of the hall,” Gerald said from the doorway.

“Are you coming to watch, Gerald?” I asked as I cupped her ass again. “I think you want to.”

He just turned and walked down the hall to the main bedroom.

“He wants to watch,” Wendy whispered as her pelvis ground into my bulge.

“I don’t mind someone watching while I work,” I replied with a grin.

She led me to the bedroom and gestured to the bed with her hand.

“Here we are."

Gerald sat quietly on a small chair in the corner across from the bed. The closet ran along the side wall, a large and deep double closet with louvered bifold doors.

“Gerald, give me a hand for a moment,” I said as I gestured for him to come over.

He stood up and slowly walked to me, stopping by the closet doors.

“Open them for me,” I instructed. “One at a time.”

He pulled the handle and the door opened smoothly.

“Good, now the other.”

This time the door was binding and couldn’t be opened fully. I had him hold the door as I helped him move it around and made it level, showing him how it adjusted.

“There, you did it. Try it now.”

He opened it easily and gave a smug look of satisfaction.

“Go inside and see how it looks,” I suggested.

He looked at me quizzically, shrugged and went inside. I closed both doors.

“Can you see through the louvers, Gerald?”

“Yes, perfectly,” he answered. “I can see the whole room.”

“Good. You can stay in there while I finish doing what your cute little wife wants me to do. You can watch like we don’t know you’re in there. Would you like that?”

I waited quietly for a reply as Wendy smiled hopefully and fidgeted with her hair.

“Uh, yes. Yes, I would,” he answered meekly.

“Would you like your chair?”

He was quiet for a moment and then opened the door.

“If you don’t mind…”

I picked up the chair and placed it in the closet so it was centered in one of the doors. Gerald sat down, moved it slightly and nodded. I closed the doors and turned to Wendy.

“So, your husband’s not here?” I said with a smile. “Leaving his cute, sexy little wife alone with the handyman.”

“It looks that way,” she replied with a big smile.

“Imagine if he could see what I’m going to do to his pretty little wife,” I said as I undid my zipper. “Time for you to pay the handyman.”

“What do you mean?” she asked in feigned surprise.

I fished my long cock out and stroked it, getting myself hard and ready. Her eyes widened as my cock thickened and swelled.

“On your knees, Wendy.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes glued to my swollen cock. I took her hand and pulled her close to me, turning slightly so Gerald could see as I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees.

“Oh my! It’s huge!” she exclaimed excitedly. "Bigger than I imagined."

“Think your hubby would like to see you sucking this big cock?” I asked as I rubbed it on her chin. “You’re going to open that pretty mouth wide for me, Wendy.”

Her lips parted as her hands grasped my thick shaft. She took the fat tip in as I put my hands on her head.

“That’s it, suck that big dick you want so bad. Imagine if he could see you suck a big cock like this.”

I began pushing her head down as she sucked me, forcing more into her mouth until she gagged and pulled away. She gasped as drool ran down her chin.

“It’s so big,” she panted.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. “Keep sucking.”

She dove back down and I held her head steady as I began fucking her mouth, touching the tip to her throat on each thrust. She choked and gagged a little, her hands on my thighs trying to control the depth of each thrust.

“Imagine if he could see me face-fuck his sweet little wife,” I growled.

I heard a muffled groan from the closet and glanced over to see Gerald's face pressed into the slats. I made sure he could see my thick throbbing shaft as it pushed into her stretched mouth. I slowed my thrusts and pulled back enough for him to see the fat, purplish tip as it passed her pouty ruby lips and the thick glistening shaft as it pushed back to her throat.

After a dozen slow pumps I pulled it from her mouth and held her hair with one hand and my cock with the other while I rubbed the drool-covered tip across her face. Slowly I dragged it over her cheeks, nose and chin, leaving a shiny trail of her spit behind.

"Get up and get those clothes off," I ordered as I let go of her hair. "I want to see the sweet little pussy I'm going to fuck."

Wendy stood and stripped her clothes off as I did the same, her eyes taking in my tall, muscular frame as I stood in front of her. She had a nice body, small curvy hips and a nice set of tits with little pink nipples. Her pussy was trimmed neatly above the glistening wet pouty lips, an inviting little patch of brown fuzz.

"On your back, I want to look at you."

She lay down and I grabbed her ankle, pulling her into position so Gerald could watch as I shoved a finger into her juicy wet cunt. She gasped as I pushed it in and moaned as my other hand squeezed her soft tits.

"Fuck, you have a tight little cunt," I praised as my finger fucked her slowly. "I'm going to stretch it out for your hubby, but first I'm going to taste it."

I dropped to my knees, pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted one leg in the air, exposing her pouty slit to Gerald's prying eyes. My tongue licked between the pouty lips and twirled around her clit as I quickly brought her to orgasm, her deep moans filling the air as she writhed in climax.

"Wonder how he would like knowing that I ate your little cunt? Did you enjoy that, Wendy?"

"Oh, yes..." she groaned.

I stood up and shoved my finger back inside her sopping hole, her cunt wide open for Gerald to see.

"Let's make you cum again," I urged as I shoved a second finger in.

"Oh… fuck..." she moaned as my fingers massaged her insides.

"Would he like knowing I made you cum with my fingers? That your wet little cunt was so hungry for me?"

Once more there was slight noise from behind the closet doors. I resisted the urge to look and focused on bringing Wendy to climax, grabbing her breast with my other hand and squeezing it roughly as I finger-fucked her. She began to quiver and moan as her orgasm began.

"That's it, you little slut. Cum for me again," I urged.

Her hips bucked as her back arched, shoving her hungry cunt into my hand as the orgasm hit. Loud groans and trembling continued until it washed away and she suddenly relaxed, her skin now sweaty and flushed as she dropped her head down onto the bed.

"That's a good girl," I praised as I slipped my fingers out and stroked my cock with the slippery juice.

I pushed her further up on the bed, spread her legs and ran my swollen cock head over her glistening cunt.

"Now I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours," I promised as I pushed the swollen tip inside. "You're going to take the whole thing, Wendy. Wonder if he would like knowing you took my fat fuckstick like the little slut you are."

I pushed inside and buried half my length on the first thrust, eliciting a gasp as it filled her hungry cunt. I pulled back and thrust again, pushing another few inches inside and held it there as her wide eyes sparkled.

"Oh god... it feels massive!" she panted.

"There's more to go, Wendy," I smiled as I pulled back and began pumping.

Her tits shook and her head flopped as I started fucking her steadily, my thick swollen meat pushing deeper and smashing her insides as I kept her leg up high for Gerald's benefit. Constant moans and gasps filled the air as I pounded her little cunt and I felt the pressure start to build as her tight channel squeezed me.

"Not yet," I announced to myself as I pulled out.

I flipped her over, lifted her ass in the air and moved in behind her with my cock in hand. With the other I held her around the waist while I fed my aching cock into her once more, making sure to turn her enough for Gerald to have a clear view.

"Up on your hands, too," I grunted.

Wendy pushed herself up onto all fours, letting out another deep groan as I slammed the full length of my cock into her. I fucked her furiously knowing that Gerald could see her tits swaying and her head bobbing as my big cock hammered her. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back hard as I slammed into her.

"Now you're getting the fucking you need," I growled. "A big, fat cock in your sweet little pussy. Not the fucking your hubby gives you, is it?"

"N...no," she answered.

"You like this big cock, don't you?"

"Oh yes..."

I pulled out, leaving the tip against her opening as I looked over at the closet and paused. I could see Gerald's hand moving furiously.

"Do you want more, my little slut?"

"Oh yes.... yes..." she moaned.

I thrust hard and buried my cock in her, causing her to fall forward onto her stomach. I pulled her hips back up and pounded into her furiously as the pressure in my balls became unbearable.

"I'm going to fill your tight little cunt!" I groaned. "Your sweet little pussy belongs to me now. Your hubby will be fucking my little slut's cunt."

I groaned loudly as my cock exploded and filled her with my hot, steaming juice. Spurt after spurt pumped out as I held her tight and emptied the huge load inside of her battered cunt. I turned to look at the closet and heard a groan as Gerald's cum shot through the slats and ran down the door. As my massive orgasm waned I slipped my cock out and turned her ass towards Gerald, allowing him to see the stream of cum running out her little cunt and onto the bed.

I took my hand from around her waist and she flopped down on her stomach, lying limply as I flipped her over onto her back. I moved myself up to her face, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her mouth to my cum-covered cock.

"Clean it off," I whispered.

Her tongue appeared and slowly swirled around my cock, twirling and licking the juice from my softening shaft. Once satisfied I dropped her head down and sat back on my knees.

"That was a good fuck, my little slut," I praised. "I think I will have to come back for another one."

"Uh-huh…" she agreed quietly.

The closet door opened and Gerald sheepishly peeked out. I nodded and he approached the bed, his eyes fixed on Wendy's leaking and reddened pussy as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He put his hand between her legs, sticking his fingers into the slick, greasy mess as he looked at me.

"Wow," he said quietly. "You really fucked the hell out of her."

"Yeah, and she enjoyed it," I replied with a smile. "What about you?"

"It was... incredible. You have such a big cock. I didn't think she could take it all.”

"She's going to want to do it again, Gerald."

"I... uh... I hope so," he said as he gave me a wry smile.

I stood up and got dressed as he played with her pussy, running his fingers around the slippery folds as Wendy lay limp and quiet.

"So you owe me $100 for the closets," I said as I put my hand out. "Travel expenses and my time."

He stared at me for a moment.

"I... uh... I thought this was Wendy paying you?"

"No, you pay me for the work. Wendy gets her service free. She’s a great little fuck.”

He looked at Wendy and pulled out his wallet, counting out five twenties and handing them to me.

"Thank you, Gerald," I said with a smile. "You know, I can always return if you need my services around the house. Wendy has my number."

He looked over at his sweet little wife, exhausted with a cunt full of cum and bathed in sweat, now a cock sucking slut for the handyman.

"Do you do yard work?" he asked with a sly grin.