On one of my handy man adventures, I arrived early as usual and met with the home owner in his garage. He was a well known sports bar and club owner who had laid his stakes of claim all around the metro area. He had a new ornate fan system he wanted me to install in his basement. This system consisted of multiple fans that ran on a pulley system. One main fan had the motor that operated the others creating a system of operation and speed through out the entire basement. Upon receiving instructions the home owner gave me a tour of his basement and the locations for the fans and power. During his tour of his basement I noticed how nice and expensive his set up was. He had a full length sports bar from wall to wall with a plethora of liquor and drinks on display. Two pool tables centered the living room in front of the bar accompanied by two massive back to back leather sofas, one facing the pool tables and the other, the massive entertainment system. Surrounding this room on one side was a wall of sliding glass doors that were 10’ tall, the view peered out into this palm tree paradise pool with a waterfall and the back yard area. The other side of the bar was a long wall with doors evenly spaced out. One room was a luxurious bathroom fully furnished with a separate bidet and a changing room. Two other rooms were guest rooms fully furnished with your not so average “Ralph Lauren” catalog furniture. One room was what he called a safe room that was fully furnished and had a long stack of non perishable foods, I believe there was a combination safe in the wall and a punching bag hanging in the center. He bragged a little bit about the two next rooms in particular. One, a dentist/doctors office for his personal physician to see him privately. Next to that, he had a personal barber shop for his personal barber to give him his morning shave and cuts. This man had it all figured out. There was however one room he kept locked in key and didn’t show me. I just had assumed it was his office or something of great value and I didn’t blame him for not sharing. After the tour he took me upstairs to his living quarters and introduced me to his wife and teenage kids. He wrote down everyone’s contact info incase I needed anything. Our verbal contract was agreed on and I got started. I was there for about three weeks and towards the end I had some things I needed help with, like installing the rubber belts between the fans, they had to be stretch and installed. I could not do this on my own. The owner assisted me and we had a hell of a time getting just one on out of 40 belts. One Weekend the homeowner had to leave for business and asked his son to be available if needed. Upon calling the contacts only his wife answered. She met me down stairs and assisted me with a few things. The rubber band stretching was out if the question with her. She said for me to take a break and went behind the bar to fix us some drinks. She asked where I was from where I lived. She asked about my business. She asked if I had a business card for her record to put in her maintenance book. I handed her one from my wallet and she looked at it and stopped and had a double take. She then smiled and said “The handy man? That’s pretty straight up and simple.” I agreed and said “yup it is.” She set it down on the bar and looked back up to me and said “you wouldn’t happen to know a certain friend of mine named *******?”! couldn’t remember off the top of my head on the name. She said her friend knows a handy man that works in another country club not to far away. I stopped and looked at her like I was busted for something I wasn’t guilty of. I thought again and asked her friends last name. She told me the husbands last name and I was like…..” oh yeah I remember her I did something’s for her husband around the house.” She said “uh huh , things?” She then said “yeah, I heard about you, OMG is it true?” Referring to what I did on the side,I looked through my half emptied glass of whiskey into her eyes and said “yeah, you got me!” She put both her hands down on the bar and looked down at her drink and said “wow, that’s fucking crazy!” She then wanted to know everything and if I enjoyed it. I was waiting on her to criticize me for my activities and interests but she was more intrigued than even I was about it it seemed. I asked her what all her friend told her. She didn’t go deep into detail but she did however go straight to the “fucking” parts. She then said, “well Mr. handy man, what does it take get someone like me on your schedule, it sounds Interesting and mischievous”. She asked if there was any roleplaying. She asked what my schedule looked like for the remaining month. I looked at her but this time differently. She wasn’t the this innocent church going soccer mom that had just spoken to not even 10 minutes ago. She wasn’t the woman of my dreams but she was still a pretty woman and a potential client so I went along with it. All clients to me look different than your normal vanilla house wives when sex is involved. I told her I was pretty much open while I was working at her home since it was a decent size project. She was persistent in asking more questions about my sex life and the kinks I was into. She told me about some of her kinks and asked if her husband gave me the tour. I told her yes. She said “then good, what did you think about the play room?” as if she was being discreet about my knowledge of it, but I had no clue what the hell she was talking about, play room? Pool tables? Then I thought oh the spare bedrooms? Those rooms were the standard cliche decorated purchased right off of a Furniture commercial. With a puzzled look I told her I didn’t know about any play rooms. I asked what it was. She said “oh he didn’t show you then.” With a rather disappointed face. She said “well it’s a room where we have toys and swings and we do role play and time to time invite others to play.” I perked up and said “oh you have one of those?” She invited me over to the door that I remember being locked and denied access to. She unlocked and opened it up and inside was HELL. She had whips, chains, harnesses hanging on a racks, a swing in the middle, a king sized bed surrounded by Kama sutra paintings on the walls. This was a scene from that damn movie 50 shades of grey. The ceiling was an entire mirror that not only reflected the bed but it appeared to have doubled the size of the room. She walked me in padding my back with her palm. She introduced me to her collection in this dresser that was full of adult novelties for his and her pleasure. On top of the dresser was a TV, next to it sat a DVR that sat underneath a stack of porn DVDs. She opened each drawer bragging about how organized it was. One drawer had a variety of massaging cock rings, bullets, DDP vibrators, alien vibrators with eggs in them. One drawer down was full of pocket pussies, flashlights, and lube galore. Third drawer was all her costumes and lingerie. The last drawer, she had video and still cameras at the ready. She pretty much told me if she didn’t have it, they didn’t make it. I was aroused and impressed with her collection. One thing that caught my eye was a chair that sat in the corner off to the side. It reminded me of a certain chair that I had become aquatinted with years ago at different places. I remember thinking to my self, “what the hell is up with these chairs?” This chair was built like a throne with red padding and buttons in the middle trimmed with huge thumbnails around it. The red padding was not only in the front but it was duplicated on the back and also underneath the sitting area. The wood was ornately carved and stained with a dark walnut grain color giving it a very distinguished look. It had buckle straps built into the arms and legs, it even had restraints behind it as well as in the waist area. At first I was going to ask if it’s an electric chair based on the appearance but as I pointed at it, she said “ that there is the magical chair, my throne”. I was puzzled on how it would feel good to someone. I mean it looked comfortable and all but surely you could tie someone down with something less medieval. That thing had restraints with buckles to keep one from falling out of it? I said “ Okay, what’s up with this chair? You gotta tell me about it.” She pulled it out of the corner and sat down in it crossing her legs fanning her finger nails across her knees. She basically said it can be used in multiple ways. I remember the way she was describing it’s use, it was almost as if she had invented the damn thing herself. She would probably bet her life on it being a success as a car sales man desperately would selling a car on a rainy day. She showed me how you can use it in three different positions. One up right, one on its back, and the other flipped over face down. I was like what? She then, strangely out of now where, asked me what time it was, as if she had somewhere to be and I had purposely and completely thrown her off track. I looked down at my watch and told her it was early afternoon-ish. She then looked at the wall and did this starring and thinking stance and then asked if I was interested and had time to well….., you know what. She really really wanted to show me this damn chair in action. I asked her if she was requesting my assistance and that normally I do a screening on new clients but since I was there and she put me on the spot I told her I would make an exception. She grabbed my arm squeezing it tightly and said “okay” in a squeaky voice. I didn’t feel bad about fucking this woman because her and her husband had other couples that joined them all the time. She wasn’t ugly enough either to scare me off and honestly now that she had my full attention, I was curious to see what she was hiding under her daily errand run around attire. This was all kind of up my alley anyways for being adventurous. She asked me to hang tight as she went back up stairs and I sat down in that chair. I remember thinking to me self? “What am I doing?” She came back down and reassured me no one would interrupt us. She began taking off her top and reached over to pull my shirt over my head. I stood up removing her bra strap and wow was she hiding that cute little figure. I felt a lot better knowing that she had a banging body and I could tell she worked out A LOT. I was almost uncomfortable because she had better abs than I did. She leaned over sliding her pants down around her ankles revealing these cute little laced pink panties and kicked her pants over to the bed. I removed my shoes and proceeded to take down my pants. She squatted down between my legs and reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. She started to inspect my magnificent cock it as it flopped around left and right in her hand. She opened her mouth and inserted it slowly deep inside. She hummed and vibrating her tongue as she moved her lips back and forth slowly. She fondled my balls a little and she would pull my cock out between her lips, stroking it with her fingers and spitting on its head. She reached down between her legs while squatting and started playing with herself through her panties. She moaned as she pleased us both. She looked up to my eyes and ran her fingers up my chest and she took all of me in, pressing her nose into my gut, rubbing the head of my cock against her tonsils, I noticed her struggling a little more as I was growing bigger in her mouth. She would pull me out and look at it and slap my cock against her tongue and then shove it back in. I remember thinking “ what a sexy fucking lady she just became.” she stood up and said she loved my cock and loved how I tasted and how soft it was. She pressed her body up against mine raising her leg up behind her. She rubbed her panties against my massive hard cock as if she was practicing riding me while standing up. She asked me to sit in the magical chair. I sat back and she began strapping me in. I laughed and said “what are you doing?” She said “we are going to play a game.” I was like “okay”. She said it’s a game of don’t touch. “YAY” I thought as edging is my favorite thing to do and I couldn’t think of anything else she would be doing other than tease me. She strapped me in and removed her panties down to the floor. She turned around and started waiving her ass in my face like an excited dog wagging its tail. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed a butt plug and a bullet vibrator. She angled her ass to my face spreading her cheeks and inserted the butt plug slowly. She then stuck her vibrator against her pussy and slowly sat down on my lap, leaning her body back against mine grinding me like a stripper giving a well executed lap dance. I had become extremely hard and found myself very attracted to this women. She went from being this good little house wife to this sexy ass vixen with something to prove to me. I almost felt as if she was competing against her friend with me at this point. She leaned her head back around my neck and rested it on my shoulder her lips nibbling my ear as she started dry humping me. My wrists were tied down to the arms and my ankles were strapped to the two front legs of the chair. My chest was strapped to to back rest and my stomach was strapped to the chairs back legs. I kept trying to reach my fingers up in the air wanting to touch her legs but I couldn’t. This chair was working great. She moved her head back and forth next to my ear breathing in it and moaning under her breath. Her vibrator would get loud and then muffle as she applied more pressure, burying it deep inside her pussy’s lips. She said “do you like?” In a seductive cat woman kinda way. Her ass grinding my hard cock back and forth and her ass cheeks fitting perfectly around me, I could feel her wet pussy lips rub against the head of my dick every time she would stop. She pushed as far back as she could go against me. She wedged a different vibrator between her legs clinching it in place. She placed both hands on my wrists elevating herself and started grinding me harder, leaning forward. She revealed her pretty blue glass diamond cut looking butt plug to me and started bouncing her pussy up and down against my throbbing cock. She stood back up and spun around facing me. She climbed forward and sat on my lap, locking her ankles around the chairs back two legs. She buried my face into her cleavage and said “you get a free bee this time babe.” As I motor boated her shaking my head, She started dry humping me again with her warm wet pussy. It was so nicely groomed and soft on my skin. Her pussy lips separated around my shaft as she slide up and down, back and forth. She would glide back to my knees and popping her waist, gliding it back up. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face out of her breast, squeezed my cheeks opening my mouth and shoved her tongue in. I could feel she was very caught up in the moment and was ready to get the daylights fucked out of her. And as for me? I Was ready to oblige. Now, her husband was a good looking dude and he was very in shape. But in the back of my mind I knew he had never fucked his wife like I was about to. She glided her pussy tighter and tighter against me pressing my cock deep between her lips. She popped her waist faster and harder with every glide. Her kisses became sloppy as she wasn’t focusing on my tongue anymore, she was focusing on her climax that was apparently coming. She grabbed her vibrator bullet again jumped off of me and slid down to a squatting position where she face planted her mouth deep around my cock. She started to shake and lose concentration of what was in her mouth. Then she finally CAME and squirted all over my feet. Her moans became louder and sounded like an old women freezing, locked outside naked in a blizzard somewhere in Alaska in the dead of winter. Her body still shaking and on the verge of collapse, she went back to sucking my cock again, but this time, with a purpose. She pounded her face into my lap skull fucking the hell out of me. I wanted so desperately to hold her head or at least touch her and I couldn’t. My body started tensing up and I could fell my ass leaving the cushion trying to reach my climax. Her moans and quivering sounds have now turned into a half muffled gurgle as if she was speaking another language while having a mouth full of cock. As I was getting closer she stopped and started to unstrap me from the chair. She then flipped the chair over on its face where its legs were at a 45 degree angle, the head rest was now on the floor. She walked around it as I stroked my self patiently waiting for her to lay down over the reversed part of the chair. She asked me to strap her in. I strapped her ankles to the front two legs. I strapped her wrists to the arms, I strapped her shoulders to the back rest squishing her breasts against the padded back portion. I proceeded to strap her waist to the back two legs. Her face was near the floor and she was now secured in a dog like position with the perfect angle for me to give her a good fucking. I knelt down behind her and sat between her feet. After removing her butt plug, I shoved my face into her ass. I moved my tongue up and down her entire vulva all the way to her rectum. I moved one finger into her pussy and another in her ass. I began double penetration with my two hands at separate paces. I kissed up her ass crack and up towards her back licking her spine up between her shoulder blades and back down. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it again shaking it. I began fingering her faster, i could feel her tighten up and her body started resisting the chair as she tried to break free. She kept saying “yes yes yes” then she yelled “FUCK ME!” I stood up on my knees and rammed my big ass cock deep inside her until I could feel her mornings breakfast. I pushed my hands deep into her ass cheeks forcing her down and pushing me up to gain maximum depth, arching my back. Then I started pounding that pussy like there was no tomorrow. I kept thinking about how innocent and pure she played her self out to be and how she flipped on a dime to this sexy beast of a woman. Thought how I went from stretching out a rubber belt in the morning to stretching out her husband’s wife’s pussy with my girth. I mean usually when I make house visits we both know what we are getting into. This case was rare. What usually takes a few days to happen, all happened in one. As I thrusted my waist into her ass moving the chair across the floor one inch at a time. I could feel her squirming in discomfort. So I slowed down and asked if she was okay. She yelled at me “Don’t you fucking stop!” I went back to work and this time I laid over her placing my mouth on her shoulder blades bitting at her skin and I rammed that pussy deep and hard. The sound of her ass cheeks clapping against me, the sound of my ball sack bouncing off of her, sounded like an applause by some horny audience in a fuck show theatre only 5 minutes in. I reached over, crossing my arms grabbing her shoulders and straightened my stance as I shoved it in and out faster and deeper. I started popping my waist as I retreated out and then rammed it back in. She leaned her head up grunting like a blue tic hound after treeing a fox. The faster I got, the more she sounded like a semi truck on a old bumpy road. I reached one hand over and grabbed her hair pulling it holding her head up. I was starting to get close again and I was really going to let her have it. I remember telling her In my moment of ecstasy, I was going to cum. She said “oh yeah baby give it to me, give it to me.” She asked me to cum on her ass and her back. I stood back up on my knees towering over her back and shot my load all over her body and the room. My sensation was so intense. My cum landed all the way up in her hair, some on her carpet and some specs even made it to her dresser. I slapped my dripping wet cock on her ass and watched it pulsate against her flesh. My cum running down between her ass cheeks and down her thighs, I grabbed my cock and squeezed it some more stroking it and squirting what had started to leak out. It slowly made its way up her spine, down towards her neck. She then out of breath, asked me to untie her. Once freed, she handed me a towel and started sucking my cock getting every bit of cum I had left in reserve. I wiped down her back and neck areas, exhausted and out of breath I sat down at the foot of the bed with my legs spread open. I was still shaking from that ass whooping. She laid down her head on my lap as she laid across the floor. She kept kissing the top of my dick and sucking out anything that would come out. She massaged my balls for a little while longer. She said I was incredible and she hasn’t been fucked like that in a very long time. I was really shocked because that was just an average every day go hard or go home fucking for me. Her husband must either be to lazy or just isn’t this good. She asked what I thought about her and I complimented her fake facade and how I was totally blown away by how opposite she was from my fist impression of her. She asked how often I make trips to see patients or “friends”. I told her it depends on my schedule for the week and what the visits entitle. She asked when I could return. I asked her if she wanted me to join her and her husband next time, off the clock kind of visit. She said yes but not right away. She wanted to enjoy me only for a while fist. I was her new dirty little secret. As we were exiting and she was putting the room back in order I pushed the swing hanging in the center of the room. She said, laughing as if I couldn’t handle it, “that’s our next adventure.” I knocked on the door as I walked out of the room. I remember that ride home and how bad my balls hurt from slamming them against that pussy. I was most definitely looking forward to returning in a couple days to continue working, just was hoping her husband wouldn’t be there so I could fuck that innocent little old pussy once more.
