Some jobs come about as the result of a do-it-yourself project that goes wrong and I get called in to fix and finish the job. Renovations and DIY projects can create issues in a household, adding stress and drama to an already struggling relationship. As a result, some couples don't survive the process and I can get caught in the middle.

This was one of those jobs...

*****

Jim and Susan's house was a large sixties-style bungalow with a retro vibe decor and an open three-bedroom floor plan. Originally there was one main washroom and they had decided to add another washroom by using space from an adjoining bedroom to make an ensuite for the master bedroom. Jim had started the reno and soon found himself over his head. I had taken their call and agreed to take a look and supply an estimate. Once we agreed on what was needed, I took over the job and was nearly finished when Jim called and wanted to postpone everything.

"We split up," he explained. "I don't want to go any further with it."

"Sorry to hear that. It's over eighty percent done, though."

"I know, but she's getting the house and I don't want to do anything more with it," he lamented.

"I get what you're saying, but our contract is for full payment," I reminded him. "The last installment is already in my account, so I just have to finish, and you pay for the last ten percent of the contract on completion."

"Ah shit, that's right. Well, I guess go ahead, but you have to get the last payment from her. Between getting a place with my girlfriend and paying the lawyers I'm fucking strapped."

"Well, unfortunately, that's your problem, not mine. I will finish up and then we will see how things shake out. Fair enough?"

"Yeah, all right. Her fucking lawyer is eating me alive, though."

*****

When I arrived at the house I was greeted by Devon, Susan's son, and invited in.

"Mom is in the kitchen," he explained. "She said for you to just go ahead and do what you need."

"Thanks, bud."

"Can I come see what you're doing again?" he asked shyly.

"Sure, you can even help me with something."

"Cool! MOM! I going to help Mr. J!" he bellowed.

"All right. Just don't bother him," she yelled back.

I showed him the glass shower door I was going to put up and explained how he could help by keeping it steady for me. He happily did as instructed, asking questions about almost everything, and watched as I sealed the edge and bottom panels after hanging the door. Once done I cleaned up and told him I was done for this visit.

"Aw," he pouted. "This is so cool."

"I'll be back again, I have a few more things to do yet," I promised. "You can give me a hand putting on the door trim."

"Cool!" he replied as his younger sister appeared in the doorway.

"Hi, Mr. J," she said shyly.

"Hello, Cindy," I replied. "Did you come to help, too?"

"No," she giggled. "Mommy told me to tell Devon to stop bugging you."

"I'm not bugging him! I'm helping!"

"Yes, you were helping. Now it's time for you to do whatever else you have to do," I said as I pat him on the shoulder.

"Okay," he pouted. "Bye Mr. J."

"Bye, kids. Thanks for the help."

The two disappeared down the hallway towards the living room while I picked up my tools and checked that I had everything to finish up. Susan appeared in the doorway, her hair in a ponytail, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt.

"Thanks for being patient with him. He's having a hard time right now."

"Yeah, I understand. Sorry about your situation, but don't worry, I'll get it all finished up for you."

"Jim said you agreed to finish it up but that he wasn't paying for it. Is that so?"

"Basically, but I'm sure your lawyer has other plans for that," I assured her. "I'm not worried about getting paid the last ten percent."

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

She looked at me for a moment and gestured down the hallway.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she offered.

"Thanks, but not today," I declined. "I have another appointment to go to."

"Okay, another time. When do you think you will be back."

"Tomorrow evening. If that's good for you?"

"That's fine. Thanks again."

"No problem," I replied and walked to the front door.

*****

Cindy was waiting with the door open when I walked up to the house, smiling and waving.

"HI MR. J!" she bellowed.

“Hello, Cindy,” I replied as I entered the house.

“Hello, J,” Susan added when she appeared. “How are you today?”

“I’m good, thanks. You?”

“Oh, I’m okay,” she sighed.

With her messy hair, loose-fitting mom jeans and baggy t-shirt, she looked cute and sexy.

“Just been cleaning up the closets and dressers,” she shrugged. “Keeping busy."

“Well, you look cute,” I teased. “And so do you, Cindy. Were you helping?”

“Uh-huh,” she giggled and nodded her head.

“Thanks,” Susan replied shyly.

“I’m ready to work, Mr. J,” Devon announced as he bounded into the room. “Can I help?”

“Sure, for a little while,” I assured him. “If that’s okay with your mom.”

“Yes, but not long, okay?”

Devon nodded and grabbed my tool pouch, lugging it down the hallway and into the bathroom.

“I can be finished tonight if you don’t mind me being here until about ten?"

“That’s fine,” Susan replied. “They have no school tomorrow.”

It didn’t take long for Devon and me to install the door trim and hardware. Once done he joined his sister in the living room, and I did the final finishing and checked it all over. Just past nine I was finished, packed everything up, and went to find Susan. She was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine and reading a book, and smiled at me as I entered the room.

“Ready for that coffee? Or something?” she asked and held up her glass.

“I’m all done. Come take a look first."

She joined me in the new bathroom, smiling brightly while praising how nice it was, and thanked me for getting it finished.

“I never thought it would get finished,” she admitted. “It’s so much nicer than I expected.”

“Thank you. I am glad you like it.”

“Oh, so much!” she gushed, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me tight with her head under my chin.

I gently hugged her back and waited until she loosened her grip. She stepped back, a slight blush on her face, and gave me an embarrassed grin.

“Uh, sorry,” she mumbled shyly and brushed her hair back.

“That’s fine. Hugs are free,” I assured her.

The feeling of her body pressed against mine had caused a stirring lower down, and by the look on her face, I could tell she had noticed. Her eyes dropped to my crotch for a moment, checking the bulge, and she smiled coyly.

“So, about that drink?” she asked nervously.

“Sure, I can stay for one.”

We returned to the kitchen, and she offered me wine or whiskey.

“Whiskey, please. With ice, if you have.”

She poured a healthy shot and added a few cubes, placed it in front of me, and topped up her wine glass. She raised her glass up.

“To new bathrooms and new beginnings,” she toasted.

“To you,” I replied and touched my glass to hers.

We talked for a while, just having a general discussion and avoiding the topic of her current situation. Once done I thanked her for the drink and made my way to the front door.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate everything you did.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied.

She moved quickly and hugged me again, pushing herself against me as I put my arms around her. Her breasts pushed against me and I felt her hips move slightly, causing my body to respond as usual, and felt her grind against the growing bulge.

“Bye, Mr. J,” Cindy called from the hallway.

“Damn, I thought they were sleeping,” Susan apologized and stepped back.

“No problem,” I chuckled. “They’re great kids.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a smile. “Well, thanks again.”

“No problem,” I replied. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure Jim will pay the balance.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled. “That would be very helpful.”

“Good night, Susan.”

“Good night, J.”

I closed the door and made for home.

*****

“Yeah, it’s Jim,” the voice announced. “I was at the house to pick up the kids and Susan says there is a problem with the shower.”

“Oh? What kind of problem?”

“I didn’t ask. She just said that I need to get you to look at it right away. Can you stop by there today and see what the deal is?”

“Sure. I will give her a call and head over.”

“Good. You deal with her," he snarled and ended the call.

I called and left a message on her phone saying that I was on my way over. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and heard her call “come in.”

I closed the door behind me, slipped off my shoes, and entered the living room. Susan was sitting on the couch, freshly showered and wearing only a low-cut baby-doll style top. Her breasts pushed out, larger than I expected, and her freshly shaved legs glistened in the light coming in from the windows.

“There’s a problem with the shower,” she announced in a sultry voice. “I don’t know if it will be suitable for two. I was hoping you would check it with me?"

"Well, the only way to make sure is to try it out," I replied with a smile. "I think the two of us will have more than enough room."

"I think we should make sure," she agreed with a coy smile.

I stepped in front of her and dropped to my knees, put my hands on her legs, and gently spread them apart.

"A shower is always best when you're already hot and sweaty, so let's get hot and sweaty first," I suggested.

She replied by spreading them more and laying back, pushing her uncovered and freshly trimmed pout to the edge of the couch. The pouty lips glistened with wetness as I leaned in and ran my hands along her inner thighs. I began running my thumbs along the swollen lips, gently pressing them together while I gently massaged. Little moans filled the air as I teased her, my thumbs spreading the folds and rubbing top and bottom, grazing her clit and her opening at the same time. One thumb slipped inside while the other rubbed little circles, now massaging her inside and out, and she wriggled her hips on the white leather of the couch.

"Oh...oh..." she panted.

My thumbs were now soaked. I slipped my hands away, hearing a moan of disappointment, and leaned in close. The tip of my tongue flicked her swollen bud, making her gasp, and I buried my face between her legs. My tongue and lips explored and caressed her, focusing on her little bud, when her hands grasped the side of my head. She shuddered and groaned, soaking my face as she climaxed, and squeezed my head with her smooth thighs until the orgasm waned.

"Ooooh," she sighed and released her grip on my head.

I lapped some more before pulling my mouth away, enjoying the taste and texture of her juicy, plump pussy. She giggled and pulled my head up.

“You’re very good at that,” she praised.

“Want some more?”

“Not just now,” she giggled. “I want to return the favour first.”

I stood up, pulled my shirt off, and removed my jeans while she perched herself on the edge of the couch. My cock jutted out and bobbed in front of her.

“Wow, you’re really big,” she said quietly, looking up at me and wrapping her hands around the thick shaft. "Much bigger than Jim," she giggled.

She stroked me with both hands, examining the swollen and pulsing head closely before opening her mouth and stuffing it in. She stretched her mouth wide and took it just past the tip, drawing back and repeating the action as her hands continued to pump my thick, throbbing shaft. Her tongue slipped out and lapped along the bottom, making me twitch and pulse, and she giggled after rubbing it over her chin and lips.

"You have a beautiful cock," she praised. "It's so thick."

"Glad you like it," I replied. "Just do what you want."

Her mouth returned to my cock and one hand dropped to my heavy balls, cupping and lifting them as she stroked and sucked. Her pace increased, her hand pumping faster as she bobbed up and down, occasionally lifting her eyes to mine. My hands held her head steady, and I began thrusting my hips as the pressure built.

"Oh, fuck... I'm going to cum," I warned.

She pulled her mouth off, opened it wide, and stuck out her tongue, pumping my cock vigorously as it erupted. Thick streams of pearly cream burst forward, covering her face and filling her mouth, followed by spurts that dappled her chest as she pumped me empty. I watched her swallow and take me back into her mouth, sucking with a frantic need to pull out every drop, while the creamy pearl ran down her chin and face. She pulled away, gasped, and rubbed my cock across her chin and over her cheeks, moaning quietly as she spread the slick semen around.

"Fuck, that was great," I moaned.

She giggled and licked the cum from my cock.

"Wow, that was a lot. Do you always cum that much?"

"Not every time," I chuckled.

'Well, now I need a shower," she giggled while rubbing the cum across her chest.

"I would love to help you clean up," I replied, putting my hand out and helping her up. "Let's go check that shower."

We went to the bathroom and I turned on the shower, watching her undress as the steam began to fill the room, and led her inside the six-foot-wide space. Hot water rained down from the large raindrop showerhead above us as we began running our hands over each other. I eyed the bottle of body wash on the shelf and filled my palm with a large dollop, rubbed my hands together, and began soaping her up. I took my time and washed her from head to toe, exploring every crevice of her plump but firm body, listening to her moan quietly the entire time.

I rinsed my hand off and put it between her legs, making her lean back against the corner walls, and slipped two fingers into her hungry pussy. She moaned and writhed as my fingers fucked her slowly and I leaned my mouth down to suckle her swollen nipple. The tip of my thumb caressed her swollen bud, sending her into an orgasmic frenzy as she climaxed, and I continued until she begged me to stop.

"Oh, please, that's enough!" she pleaded after cumming for the second time and grabbing my hand.

I took my hand away and kissed her deeply before telling her to turn around. She slowly moved around, facing the corner, and I pulled her hips back so that she was bent over. After stroking my cock a few times, I slipped it between the wet, pouty lips and rubbed it up and down, getting the head wet with her juices before pushing inside slowly. After a few short pumps, my cock slipped in further, tightly gripped by her silky channel, and I heard her moan loudly as I pushed deeper.

Her firm ass and generous hips held my attention as I slowly fucked her, holding her tight as the water cascaded down her back. Slowly more and more of my cock was going in, pushing in deeper as she pushed back, and I increased the pace of my thrusts until I was almost balls deep.

"Oh, you're so fucking big," she groaned.

I paused and leaned over her back.

"Want to go to the bedroom and ride me?" I offered.

"Oh, fuck yes," she answered.

I slowly slipped out of her, and we both rinsed off quickly before I turned the water off. With a few playful touches, we towelled off and quickly made our way to the bedroom, leaving the damp towels in a heap on the floor as we climbed onto the bed. In a flash she took me in her mouth, sucking frantically for a moment, and then straddled me. With a giggle she lined up my cock with her hand and slipped me inside, slowly dropping down until most of my cock was buried inside.

"Fuuuck," she moaned as she settled down on top of my thighs.

My hands cradled her large breasts as she began rocking her hips, stretching her pussy with my swollen cock, and she rolled her head back. In moments she shuddered and climaxed, quivering while sitting straight up with her hands on my forearms, and I massaged her heavy breasts. She relaxed and put her hands on my chest.

"Oh, that was a first," she moaned.

"Do it again," I suggested. "I love watching you cum."

She giggled and sat up again, grinding herself into me as I raised my hips up and pushed in hard. She began moving up and down, lifting up and slamming down on me, taking the full length of my cock on each stroke. Her wet cunt squeezed me, massaging my cock as she bucked up and down, and when she climaxed it clenched tight and put me over the edge.

I groaned loudly as I erupted, my hot semen filling her hungry pussy, and pushed up into her until my balls emptied out. She fell forward and collapsed on my chest, most of my cock slipping out of her, gasping and panting heavily. I thrust a few times before relaxing and felt the gush of hot juices when my softening cock slipped out. We lay in our sweaty embrace for a few minutes, relaxing and catching our breath, with my hand stroking her wet hair.

"I've never cum so many times," she admitted quietly as she lifted her head and smiled. "And never from fucking. That was incredible."

I rolled her off of me and onto her back, turning myself towards her. My lips went to hers and I kissed her while my hand began roaming her body, squeezing her hefty breasts before slipping down between her legs. She giggled as my finger tickled the tuft of hair above her wet pussy and moaned when it slipped between her folds.

"How about one more?" I whispered.

She replied with a giggle and a nod of her head. I kissed her once and slowly moved down the bed, kissing and nibbling along the way, until I was once more with my face between her legs. She looked down at me with a curious grin.

"Really?"

I replied by burying my tongue into her cummy slit, swirling and lapping between the pouty folds, and getting a loud moan of approval in return. Her fingers grasped my hair and her hips bucked as my tongue brought her to another climax. It was swirling over her reddened and swollen clit, and I waited until she stopped quivering to take it between my lips. I sucked on it and rubbed my tongue over the little nub, feeling her thighs clamp tightly to my head when she shrieked loudly and yanked on my hair. In a moment her grip relaxed, and she lay limp. I licked my lips and slid up the bed beside her, laying on my side and cupping her breast as we relaxed in silence.

Thirty minutes passed and my cock stirred once more, the sight of her voluptuous body and pretty face turning me on again. My hand squeezed her big breasts and tweaked her nipples as my cock hardened against her soft thigh, remembering how sexy she looked when I covered her face with cum, and I moved between her legs again. I lifted her knees, heard her groan slightly, and slipped my cock inside.

We fucked slowly, my cock hardening more with each thrust, and I admired the beautiful woman under me. She turned her head and gave me a sexy, satisfied smile, the look turning me on even more than the sight of her big tights bouncing, and I increased my pace. In moments I was pounding into her furiously, fucking her with abandon, and her legs went around my waist and her hands on my shoulders.

I moved down and kissed her as my cock erupted again, my aching balls pushing out another small load and filling her cunt once more. The climax was short and intense, ending with me laying atop her gasping for breath as she hugged me tightly. After a moment we kissed, her legs dropped away, and I rolled off onto my side.

"We have all weekend if you want," she purred. "Jim has the kids."

"You turn me on, Susan," I admitted. "I love fucking you."

"I love it, too," she giggled. "So, can you stay for a while?"

"Yeah, for a few hours. I have a job to do later, but I can come back after if you like."

"Oh, I would like that very much," she replied with a big grin. "I need to have some fun in my life right now."

"As long as that's all you're expecting. I don't do relationships," I warned.

"Oh, no. I'm not interested in anything like that anytime soon," she assured me. "But I'm definitely interested in more of this!"

She grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze.

"And more of this," she giggled before wriggling her tongue against my lips. "You are soooo good."

I laughed and squeezed her ass cheek.

"I'm interested in more of this, too."

"Hmm," she giggled, cuddled against me, and let out a deep sigh.

"Well, I guess I can tell him you took care of everything," she giggled.

*****

It was late Sunday evening when my phone rang.

"Hello, J. here."

"It's Jim. I hear you took care of everything."

"Yes, it's all done. Susan has the invoice for you."

"Yeah, she gave it to me after telling me you fucked the shit out of her all weekend. I'm not paying for you to fuck my wife, asshole."

"Ex-wife," I replied. "The invoice is for the remainder owed on the contract."

"Fuck you. You were probably fucking her all along; I'm not giving you a penny."

"If I was the job would be free. She's great in the sack," I replied. "Did she tell you how great the shower works?"

"Fuck you!" he replied angrily and hung up.

Susan had the cheque for me from her lawyer three weeks later. I deposited it in my account Monday morning, after spending the weekend ensuring the shower was working properly.