Handy Painter Touches Up The Lady Of The House

I deliberately told Karl the painter that I would be late that night. I’d discussed my idea with Janice first — my idea about her seducing Karl — and she’d immediately gotten excited. I’d seen him watching my wife. I’d seen how he glanced her way when she reached for something on a high kitchen shelf. I’d seen his gaze skating up the backs of her thighs and lingering a beat too long on her ass. Every time I saw his surreptitious glances, I felt a thrill run through me.

I wouldn’t be late, but I would be watching. I got off on watching Janice work her wiles on another man. She got off on me watching secretly. She especially enjoyed when she knew I was watching but her latest conquest didn’t. Not until the last moment when I’d walk in and pretend to be shocked. Then he’d rush off, and she’d suck my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore and fucked her until she came.

I kissed her good-bye that morning, tossed Karl a wave as he primed the kitchen wall, and headed out the door. It was going to be a long day. Our painter knew I normally returned home around four. Some evenings we shared a beer before he packed up and left. Today would be different.

On the drive home, I was a bundle of anticipation. I could barely sit still in my seat. I parked a few doors down at the curb instead of in our driveway and glanced through the kitchen window to make sure they were where I thought they’d be. He was painting; she was at the kitchen table paying bills. I shot Janice a quick text, saw her read it, and saw her smile. Then I went around back and entered through the mudroom door so our worker wouldn’t know I was home.

I put my briefcase down quietly. Janice had left the door open about a foot so I could see inside the room. I had a perfect view into our kitchen that mainly consisted of a jumble of tarps, painting equipment and stepladders. I watched her rise, unbutton her blouse a few more buttons and move toward the diligently working Karl.

“I just need to get past you for a moment,” she said loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for him to think it odd.

She wiggled past him, making sure to press her body against his as she did. He watched her, and when she turned from the cabinet, a drinking glass in hand, she paused so he could see straight down her gaping blouse.

“Did you want to take a break, Karl?” She said innocent words, but as she did, she dragged her fingernail down his chest, past his belt buckle, and then down his zipper.

Karl couldn’t have looked more surprised.

“A drink?”

“I’m still … I’m working,” he said almost stoically, trying so hard to do the right thing.

She cupped his fly. She smiled, and that smile told me that he was hard beneath his zipper.

“You could keep working,” Janice said. “I can work around you working.”

With that, she dropped to her knees and made a big production of unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free.

He couldn’t have looked more startled if he’d tried. I swallowed a small laugh and paid attention to what needed it most: my cock. I pulled my own dick free, stroking myself in measured time as I watched my wife tease his cockhead with her tongue. She drove her pink lips down his shaft, getting as much of him into her mouth and throat as she could. Karl made a gruff noise, one hand straying out to rest atop her hair. He rocked his hips, not sure what was happening but not complaining.

“Your husband — ” he started, gasping.

“Will be late,” Janice mumbled around his dick.

She continued to suck him, holding his ass with her delicate hands. She rolled her tongue up each side of his cock, sucked the tip of him, doing it all in an elaborate way, showing off for me.

A surge of arousal hit me, and I backed off on my own self-stimulation. I didn’t want to come like this. I only wanted to get myself worked up.

She cupped his balls, sucked him deeply once more and then withdrew her mouth with a loud pop.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, standing.

Karl shook his head, clearly confused. But then nodded, clearly willing anyway. Janice went to the table, removed her little black shorts and her pale blue panties. She put her hands on the table and raised her ass, inviting him inside. I could see, even from a distance, how flushed and ripe her delectable cunt looked. She was no doubt wet. No doubt turned on beyond belief.

“Come on, Karl. We don’t have all night,” she said.

She reached beneath a pile of papers and handed him a condom. Karl proceeded to roll it on with such vigor, you’d have thought his life depended on it.

Janice cocked one leg up onto the lip of the table, opening her pussy further and beckoning him. I grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard as he ran the tip of himself along her slick opening. She groaned, head tipped back, eyes shut. Janice reared back just a touch, forcing his hand as it were, so that his cockhead slipped inside her. I heard him gasp. Karl didn’t hesitate. He drove into her fast and hard, rocking her forward so she had to splay her hands. Then I saw one of her hands disappear and her arm began moving; I knew she was stroking her clit as he fucked her. My dirty mind strayed to what was to come: me — when she’d suck me off and I’d fuck her until my knees nearly buckled.

I dragged my attention back to him. He held her hip with one hand, rested the other against her lower back, using the leverage to drive all the way into my wife. She tossed her head again, her eyes momentarily opening and glancing my way. I nearly came then, so I pushed my cock in my pants and zipped up.

“Jesus … ” he muttered. “I’m going to … ”

With that, she let out a long cry, coming as she pinched her nipples with her free hand. I watched her pull one rosy tip taut before letting it go. Then she repeated the act on the other breast. The feel of her climaxing was too much for Karl to bear. He came with a bellow after driving into her roughly one more time. His fingers clutched her skin, his jaw tight with release.

Then I walked in, holding my briefcase and making a big show of my entry. I stood there, staring. Janice tried not to smile, and poor Karl looked like he wanted to be anywhere else instead of where he was. He rushed out on a wave of apologies and hastily gathered equipment.

Janice was on her knees before the front door even closed. She pulled out my dick and sucked me hard, working her mouth up and down with an exuberance that made my heart leap. I held her head, fucked her mouth, and when she was gasping for breath and I thought I’d lose my control, I pulled free. I helped her up, nudged her back onto the table where the painter had just fucked her. I hooked my arms beneath her knees and spread her wide. I thrust my cock inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. I pictured Karl, who’d just been inside her, and had to bite my lip to keep from coming.

She was working her finger over her distended clit. She writhed and arched and laughed. “That was good. That was nice,” she said.

I nodded, thrusting deeper. I wanted her to come with me, and I was going to come at any moment.

“My pretty little house slut,” I called her.

My rhythm had become what my body needed, and there was no controlling it now. She gripped her cunt tight around me and rubbed her clit faster.

“Come with me,” I groaned.

As I let out my own soft cry, she obeyed. Her pussy rippled around me, tight and sweltering. We stayed still until every spasm had passed and our breathing returned to normal.

“I think we lost a painter.” She chuckled.

“Nah. I’ll call him tomorrow and explain. Who knows, he might even be excited by the prospect of an encore.”

“Oh,” she said. “I like the way you think.”

— Mr. Doug H., Dallas, Texas