Wife and our young handyman
Posted: Sat May 31, 2025 10:41 pm
We moved into this house about 10 years ago, the previous owner lived here 30 years, she told us that there was this young man, Cliff, who sort of came with the house. She said he's been doing odd jobs for her since her husband died 6 years before we bought it. She said he'll likely stop by to offer us help moving and unpacking, it was up to us if we wanted to hire him or not. Sure enough, the moving truck were still here and he Cliff came by to offer assistance. We were so overwhelmed and exhausted, that we hired him immediately. Cliff was 29, he had that obvious stoner look, but he was a big guy and didn't complain about dirty work.
One day my wife was getting him to pull up some plants and put new stuff in, they were in the backyard by the pool. My wife dropped her phone, where did it bounce, right into the pool. Cliff, threw his phone in the grass and dove in after my wife's phone. My wife said he was wearing gym short and a tank top, and when he came out of the water, she said his cock was more than obvious in his shorts. She said she could help staring for a few seconds, she didn't know if he caught her. In the southern heat he dried off quickly, but my wife said it was pretty nice size.
He was over at least a couple of times a week, we told him that he got hot outside, he was free to cool off in the pool anytime. One afternoon I got home just as it was started raining, so Cliff knocked off, I offered him a beer and the 3 of us sat out watching the storm. I asked Cliff what else he did for to make enough to get by, he said he sold some grass, and actually taught pottery making and massage at a studio he rented. He said it was hard to pay his share of the studio without doing odd jobs.
After he left, my wife says "so, he has a massage studio, unlicensed of course," I asked her if she was thinks about trying his rub, she normally goes to get a massage twice a month for her back issues, she said she'd think about it. I warned her if she seduced him we'd likely have to get another handyman.
One week my wife was trying to get in touch with him to prune some trees, he finally called her back and told her that his truck broke down and without transportation, she offered to pick him up at his studio, it wasn't but 10 minutes from our house, He agreed, she went there and my wife wanted to see the inside of the studio and some of his pottery. She said she envisioned a dust old warehouse, but it was actually well kept. She loved doing pottery, so she signed up for a class the next week. (to be continued)
One day my wife was getting him to pull up some plants and put new stuff in, they were in the backyard by the pool. My wife dropped her phone, where did it bounce, right into the pool. Cliff, threw his phone in the grass and dove in after my wife's phone. My wife said he was wearing gym short and a tank top, and when he came out of the water, she said his cock was more than obvious in his shorts. She said she could help staring for a few seconds, she didn't know if he caught her. In the southern heat he dried off quickly, but my wife said it was pretty nice size.
He was over at least a couple of times a week, we told him that he got hot outside, he was free to cool off in the pool anytime. One afternoon I got home just as it was started raining, so Cliff knocked off, I offered him a beer and the 3 of us sat out watching the storm. I asked Cliff what else he did for to make enough to get by, he said he sold some grass, and actually taught pottery making and massage at a studio he rented. He said it was hard to pay his share of the studio without doing odd jobs.
After he left, my wife says "so, he has a massage studio, unlicensed of course," I asked her if she was thinks about trying his rub, she normally goes to get a massage twice a month for her back issues, she said she'd think about it. I warned her if she seduced him we'd likely have to get another handyman.
One week my wife was trying to get in touch with him to prune some trees, he finally called her back and told her that his truck broke down and without transportation, she offered to pick him up at his studio, it wasn't but 10 minutes from our house, He agreed, she went there and my wife wanted to see the inside of the studio and some of his pottery. She said she envisioned a dust old warehouse, but it was actually well kept. She loved doing pottery, so she signed up for a class the next week. (to be continued)