A Real Handy Man

MAX SMITH

I liked to watch Carson with Savannah. He worked for my independent appliance-repair service, and when my girl was around, poor Carson got rather tongue-tied. He’s older, silver haired, big. Handsome in a rugged, outdoorsman kind of way. Of course, Savannah was oblivious to his interest. She’d just swish her long dark hair around, flash her soulful brown eyes and smile at him. Oblivious.

That’s until one night, mid-fuck, I broached the subject with her.

“Carson?” she asked. “Our Carson?”

“Yep. Our Carson. And I’ve been thinking. A lot. About him with us.”

She just looked at me. “What? Like a threeway?”

“Like a threeway.”

“But that would mean me and him and me and you and you know…you and him.”

I nodded. “Carson has made the occasional comment that makes me think he’d be down with that.”

I sucked her nipple into my mouth and drew on it hard. She squirmed beneath me, and I feared I’d come right there. She arched up beneath me, her pussy clenching tight around my cock. “I’d like that. To see him sucking your cock or something,” she murmured. “And if you’re interested in seeing me with him, then I could be persuaded.”

Her voice was a purr, her cunt slick and hot around me. She squeezed me with her internal muscles, and I went about persuading her.

When I brought the subject up with Carson a few days later, he simply stared at me. A bit of sandwich still filled his mouth, and I had a brief moment where I heard Savannah in my head. I’d like to see that. To see him sucking your cock…

I wasn’t sure if it was the idea of a man doing that to me or the thought of her enjoying the show, but I found myself aroused.

“Won’t it weird things up between us all?” he finally asked, scratching his silver hair. Small lines around his eyes served to give him the appearance of great kindness.

“I don’t think so. But if that’s a fear of yours, I understand. Just say no.”

He blinked, wiped his mouth and shrugged. “Why say no when you can say yes? I’m sure my admiration for your woman hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

I laughed. “Why do you think I asked you?”

We set it up for Saturday afternoon. He’d come over, and we’d all see where our chemistry led us.

The day finally arrived, and Savannah came downstairs in white shorts and a white tank. It was clear from a glance that she had nothing on underneath, which I found utterly hot. I loved her body, loved her fierce independence and her wicked sense of humor. I equally loved the idea of her displaying all of that to another man, knowing all the while that she was mine.

I ran my hands up and down her ass, her sides, her back. I kissed her. “I like the look. A lot.”

I cupped her mound through her shorts and drove my finger along the cleft of her pussy. She swatted me. “Don’t touch the goods until the guest arrives!” But I felt her move against my seeking finger. I felt her breath stutter in her chest.

Just then the doorbell rang. I let Savannah answer. I watched Carson take her in and saw the color flood his cheeks.

Once he was inside, I offered him a drink, but he refused. He put his hands nervously in his pockets. Savannah smiled and shook her head. “You’re so shy,” she said, and then put her hand on the waistband of his jeans and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

He had to stoop to kiss her, given he was over six foot four. Her hand moved restlessly over his zipper.

“Now, the rumor is my husband would like to see me with you. And have you with us. Game?” Even as she waited for his answer, she was unzipping him.

Carson’s eyes drifted shut, and he nodded. It was his only response, but it was enough.

I watched my wife pull his cock free and get down on her knees, with Carson following suit soon after. She took his dick in her mouth within a heartbeat and began to suck. Carson moaned and put his hands on her head. I watched her ass wiggling the way it did when she was turned on. And she was turned on, I was sure. Because I sure as hell was.

I moved in behind her, reached between her legs and found the crotch of her shorts soaked with her own juices. I did my best to take them off without disturbing her, and then I got down on my knees behind her and slipped my fingers into her pussy.

Up close, it was even better. I could see her glossed lips sliding up and down his shaft. I could hear her breathing and smell her perfume. Carson rocked into her mouth, eyes still shut. When he opened them to find me so close, he looked momentarily stunned, but I smiled and nodded, and he began to more aggressively thrust. I slid my cock into her drenched cunt and began to fuck her. She was tight and wet and excited because every minute or so she would clench up around me to give me an added jolt of friction.

“Don’t you come,” I told him. He nodded in a half-assed response.

“You,” I said to Savannah, reaching beneath her to stroke her distended clitoris. “You come.”

I fucked her hard, and every thrust drove her generous mouth forward on his dick. She was damn near deep-throating him when she climaxed. Her cunt flexed, milking my cock. He gasped, and I said again, “Don’t!”

He nodded quickly and pulled his cock from her mouth. “Then I have to…pause.”

“That’s good. That’s fine.” I stood, pulled a condom from my pocket and tossed it to him. My own cock throbbed, so close to orgasm but denied the final climax.

I took a breath and said, “Put that on. Then you get over here and fuck her. You’re going to finish up, and then you’re going to finish me up.” I touched his hair, and Savannah moaned. The sound sent a quick thrill up my spine.

She got on her back, thighs spread wide, and he climbed on top of her. When he thrust into her, she squealed, and he cursed softly, “Christ.”

Savannah wrapped her long legs around him, and I moved forward on my knees, my cock nearing his lips. He leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth, and the act turned me on more than I’d imagined it would. I bucked roughly as he sucked and gagged. He kept at it, though, and his thrusts into my wife’s pussy grew more intense and demanding.

She arched up under him, crying out as an orgasm hit her. I had to grit my teeth to hold on then, but I did. As his rhythm grew faster and faster, I fucked his mouth harder. The slide of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, all kept me on the edge of coming.

Carson slammed into Savannah, and she hooked her ankles behind his back. She played with her breasts and hummed softly as he grew closer to climax. When he sucked hard and grunted, groaning around my dick, I knew he was coming. His body grew rigid, but I held his head with both hands and drove into his throat. Savannah gave another cry, a bonus orgasm no doubt, and I let myself go, emptying into his willing mouth as his teeth grazed my shaft.

When we disentangled, Carson sat back, stunned and disheveled. Savannah crawled onto my lap and kissed me. I massaged her breast and pinched her nipple.

“Can you stay for a bit, Carson?” she asked softly. “I have a few more things I’d like to try.”

Carson nodded. “Sure. I can do that. No problem.”

She looked at me and smiled. All I could do was smile back at her. Our first foray into kinky sex had been a huge success.