The Handyman

Melanie had been teaching high school for the past few years. She enjoyed the work and she loved her students. She was appreciated by everyone who knew her except for her husband.

Nick was a dashingly handsome dark haired man from a relatively well-off banking family in rural Vermont. He'd chased after Melanie when he met her at a charity event and after a brief romance the two of them were married. At the time Melanie didn't understand that Nick's primary interest in her was that he needed a wife for social reasons. She had wanted more.

It was a rocky marriage right from the start. The two of them agreed on practically nothing and the friction between them was constant. Nick was sterile and this only added to their problems since Melanie wanted a baby. Their infrequent lovemaking was obligatory and passionless and Melanie ached for something more.

One summer day Nick suddenly moved out of their shared home and filed for a formal separation. Shortly afterwards he took a trip to go see Europe by rail. It was a trip that Melanie had long argued against and part of his reason for going was simply to spite her.

Melanie was then stuck caring for the house and she wasn't up to the task. It was obvious she needed help and as fortune would have it she one day had one of her former students knocking at her door.

"Hi, Mrs. Lundberg!" said the cheerful young man as she opened the door.

"Cole?" she asked, not quite recognizing the grown up version of the young man who had graduated her high school a year before. Unlike Nick, Cole was taller, more muscular from hard work, and he was more confident than arrogant. Melanie couldn't help but notice.

"Yeah, it's me. Hey, I was in the neighborhood looking to see if anyone needed any work done around their place. Construction is kind of slow right now and I could use the extra work."

Melanie considered the offer. Cole was well removed from being her student these days and there were no ethical reasons why she shouldn't hire him.

"Come inside and we'll talk." said Melanie as she opened the door.

Over the following weeks summer started to slide into fall. And during those weeks Melanie somehow managed not to notice Cole's growing interest in her. He did extra things around the house for her, he'd stay after his work was done and chat with her, and he even did some needed work on her old car.

When the fall weather started to turn cold, as happens in Vermont, Cole put up the dual pane storm windows on the house to better insulate against the winter to come.

For his part Cole was fascinated with the blondish Melanie. She was seven years older than he was but he didn't care. He liked her warm smile and he loved that she was a very feminine woman who would always wear skirts and dresses. Not even once did he see her in pants or jeans. He loved the occasional touch of her hands. He cherished the occasional glimpse of her legs. He was not just smitten, he was obsessed.

Cole took to walking by her house many nights. From the street he would sometimes see Melanie walk past a window wearing what looked to be a fuzzy bathrobe. The thought that she might be naked under that robe stirred him.

One Friday evening in November Melanie called Cole and asked him to help her with an overflowing dishwasher. He was there just as fast as his old pickup truck could get him there. He was dressed in just shorts and a tank top when she called and he didn't bother to change. Melanie wanted him to get there right away and so did he.

When Melanie opened the door Cola caught his breath. She was wearing the fuzzy bathrobe and he could see just the barest hint of her cleavage showing. He suspected she wasn't wearing anything under the robe.

He went to work and determined the problem was caused by filters that hadn't been cleaned in a very long time...if ever. It took him about an hour to get everything taken apart, cleaned, and then reassembled. It didn't take long to clean up the lingering spilled water and then he was done.

Melanie looked in her purse and didn't find what she was looking for.

"Stay here", she said, "I have some extra cash in the bedroom. I'll be right back."

Cole watched as she walked away. Her cute ass unintentionally teasing him.

His heart was beating like a European dance club.

He hesitated for a moment knowing that what he wanted to do could be potentially problematic.

Melanie was rummaging around in her lingerie drawer when she finally found the roll of twenty dollar bills she'd been looking for.

"Found it!" she exclaimed and then she spun around to head back out to the kitchen.

And she spun right into Cole's arms. He had followed her.

She looked at his face and immediately understood. "Cole...no...I don't feel that way about you."

"You will. I know you will. I just have to convince you is all!" Cole went to kiss her but she turned away and struggled to get free from his grasp.

Feeling his hands on her body and feeling her body close to his inflamed his passions.

"Cole...no..." she said through clenched teeth as he tried to pull off her robe.

Cole turned with her and maneuvered Melanie so her back was towards her bed.

He let her go and she gathered the robe around herself again as he stepped towards her bedroom door. Melanie allowed herself the brief hope that Cole was coming to his senses and leaving.

That hope died when he closed the door and turned around to face her. She saw the serious look on his face and glanced around thinking there might be another way out and of course there wasn't.

"I love you, Melanie!" said Cole as he took off the tank top and then dropped his shorts. As she watched his shorts drop to the hardwood floor she noticed he wasn't wearing his boots. She realized that he'd left them in the kitchen. It spoke to his determination.

As her eyes travelled upwards on Cole's body she saw his cock, long, firm, and hard and intending to be in her body.

"Cole, we can't do this...it's so wrong...please.." she begged as he came closer.

His hands went to the robe and he pulled at it. "Don't fight me." he said.

There was menace in his voice and Melanie knew that nothing she could do would stop Cole. She let go of the robe and he pushed it off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

'I knew it!' Cole thought to himself as he finally saw her naked. He imagined her having been naked for him.

Melanie knew she was going to get fucked and she resigned herself to it.

As he pushed her onto her bed she felt unexpected tinges of desire.

She immediately felt guilty as Cole got onto the bed with her.

His hands ran over her body and his face had a look of admiration and awe.

Melanie caught her breath as Cole's lips moved to her breast and kissed it. He quickly put his mouth on her nipple and suckled it. She felt his tongue stimulate her sensitive nipple and it made her flush with yet another tinge of desire.

'Do I want this?' she asked herself as Cole kissed her on the lips. It was their first kiss. She faintly returned the kiss before she stopped herself.

He broke the kiss as he moved between her legs and then moved up on her.

Cole looked in her eyes and she knew he saw it. He saw the mix of fear and anticipation in her eyes.

Melanie tensed as his cock rubbed against her body.

All she could hear was their mutual panting as Cole rutted at her, trying to find her opening.

And he found it and they both froze.

They stared at each other for a moment and then Melanie said, "Cole..."

He answered by pressing his cock just past the threshold of her pussy.

"Oh shit." whispered Melanie when Cole's unwelcome cock felt so damned good.

How many nights had she wanted Nick to take her like this? How many nights had she wanted *anyone* to take her like this? How many daydreams about being dominated and conquered? How many lonely nights wishing someone would just fuck her and make her feel desired?

Cole felt Melanie's hands go to his waist. He expected she was going to try to push him away.

Instead he just felt her delicate fingers touch his skin. She neither pushed him away nor pulled him close. But she was touching him and he liked it.

The tip of his cock was just inside of her pussy and now Cole abandoned himself to his desires.

Melanie's body tensed as she felt a cock enter her body for the first time in a very long time. It felt good. It felt familiar. It felt satisfying.

She heard him groan when his cock was fully embedded in her.

"I've been wanting you for so fucking long..." he whispered as he started to fuck her.

He had barely started when Melanie became aware of her hips rising and falling to meet his cock.

Melanie thought to herself that she was little more than a whore now, a married woman cheating on her husband. Cole was all but raping her and she was enjoying it!

For his part Cole was enjoying it too. He had gambled and hoped that Melanie would come around once he got his cock into her and more and more it seemed he was right. He told himself that she had desired him all along and now that she was fucking him back he knew he had been right.

He locked his eyes onto hers as they kept fucking each other.

Her face started to show something. Like she was scared or uncomfortable. Yet she moved even more with him. Cole wondered what she was feeling.

Melanie was feeling her arousal rising and she was afraid of what it would mean. She was about to lose control of herself with Cole. She felt shame rising with her arousal.

"We should stop...shouldn't let this go so far..." she managed to utter.

Cole fucked her harder and in just a few strokes Melanie felt the warm waves of pleasure wash over her as her body surged into a powerful release.

"MMppphhh!" groaned Cole as his own powerful orgasm cut loose.

Melanie was only distantly aware of Cole's cock spewing cum into her body. It felt good.

The two lovers continued to thrust at each other and their reward was more of Cole's cum pumping into Melanie's pussy.

Cole soon enough stopped moving and after some time he pulled away from her.

Melanie felt his cum spill from her pussy. She knew what it meant but still didn't care.

The two of them were silent after this.

Melanie was ashamed of her wanton lust in the middle of what should have been an assault. She was sweaty with their exertions.

Cole was now wondering what Melanie's reaction would be now that it was over. Would she demand that he leave? Would she call the police? He didn't care because she was worth it.

The light was still on in the bedroom and Cole got up to shut it off.

Before he shut off the light he took a look at Melanie who was a vision of desire to him. Her legs were lazily spread and the dark spot on the sheet spoke of their sex.

Cole shut off the light and then moved back to the bed. The scant light from outside was enough for him to get around. He pulled the blankets up over Melanie's cooling body and then went around to the other side of the bed and got in next to her.

"You raped me." she said. It wasn't an accusation but more a statement of fact.

"I guess I did." he replied as he put his hand on the tit closest to him.

"How long have you been wanting to do that to me?" she asked.

He stopped to consider the question. "I guess a few weeks after I started working for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah." he said as he twiddled with her nipple.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess one day I just looked at you and started thinking about you that way."

"How do you feel now that you've done what you wanted? Am I still everything you thought I was?" she asked.

"Yeah, you are."

The conversation dropped there and the two of them laid back and considered what had transpired.

Cole's thoughts were not as complex as Melanie's.

Melanie considered that she'd taken another man's cock into her body. Her second cock ever. She was no longer a decent wife in this way. Cole's seed was inside of her, defiling her. She felt dirty. She also felt desired. Conflicting feelings bounced around in her head as she thought of everything.

A good half an hour went by in silence.

And then Melanie felt Cole moving. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"Nowhere." he replied as he moved onto her body again.

Melanie obliged him and spread her legs to greet him.

'Why not? How can this make things any worse?' she thought to herself.

Cole easily mounted her and while she enjoyed it she didn't get the sexual intensity of her first time with him.

She was fascinated with his desire for her, his lust for her. She listened to him grunt and then she heard him moan as he painted her pussy with more cum. She could feel his cock pumping into her and his sudden relaxation spoke to his relief.

It was a while before she heard Cole start breathing the deep breath of sleep and it was a while more before she joined him.

Come the morning the first inklings of dawn were coming through the window when Melanie awoke.

The lust and sex and confusion of the night behind her she started imagining how she would tell Cole to leave and then she'd get back to her normal, mature life. She intended to try to put the night behind her.

"Hey." said Cole as he awoke.

"Good morning." answered Melanie. Her tone a little more serious and business like. She was on her back, her head propped up on her pillow, and her arms holding the blankets over her naked form.

"I'm going to need to clean up and you're going to need to get going yourself." she said, trying to tactfully send Cole on his way and to put an end to their tryst.

Cole gently pulled at the blanket. "Let me see you." he said.

"Cole...I'm a married woman. I can't be doing this. You can't be doing this." The exasperation was clear in her voice.

Cole didn't care and he gently tugged at the blanket until she gave up.

Her bare tits being exposed to the cool air made her nipples harden.

The sun now peaked through the window and Cole moved closer to her.

"Cole..." she complained as he took her hand and placed it on his hardening cock.

Melanie couldn't help but look at it. She felt the soft skin and examined it. The purple head of it had been inside of her body and knowing this gave her an erotic thrill. She lightly cupped his balls knowing that what had been in them was now in her. She felt along the long shaft and realized that Cole was thicker and longer than Nick had been. Something deep inside of her told her that this was a good thing.

"Hold on!" she said as Cole started moving onto her, "I might get pregnant from this and that's not going to work out here, no way."

He didn't care. "Stop me if you can." was all he said.

Melanie sighed and surrendered yet again.

The morning sun was now bright in the room as Cole fucked Melanie and brought her to another pleasant orgasm.

Her pleasures were just ebbing when she felt Cole's cock throb and pulse as it filled her pussy with his dangerous seed.

An hour later Cole was gone and Melanie was freshly showered.

She went about her Saturday doing the laundry with a particular focus on the bed sheets. She went out to do her grocery shopping and when she got back she put things away and made a cup of tea.

Sitting down to sip her tea she considered all that had taken place and she kept shaking her head at the disaster she just knew was ahead.

A bit after five that evening Cole showed up and knocked on her door. She opened it and he invited himself in, carrying a duffel bag full of his things.

"I'm moving in." he informed her.

Melanie was at a loss for words. "Cole, oh my gosh, Cole this will be so much trouble...we can't be doing this...my job won't accept this and neither will Nick."

Cole didn't care. He put his things down and then took Melanie by the hand and led her to the bedroom.

A few minutes later and Cole's cock was planted deep into Melanie's pussy.

Melanie couldn't help herself. As Cole was busily fucking her she admitted to herself that she wouldn't be able to give him up.