Fucking The Handyman

Away on holiday in September last year, I was masturbating in our room at the apartments, with my wife lay on a sun lounger by the pool, sleeping off a night's drinking.

Not hearing the door open, I came face with to face with the handyman. My wife had reported a blocked sink a day earlier and he'd let himself in.

Walking over to the bed, the guy who was around my age took hold of my cock and began stroking it.
I was too shocked to move, and even more so when he bobbed his head down and sucked in my cock.

I'd not had a blow job or a fuck in a long time, not since my wife had had health problems (I'm not going into those) So to feel his hot mouth on my dick, was utterly wonderful.
He sucked and sucked on my cock almost making love to it with his mouth, and after five to ten minutes I told him I was going to cum.
He didn't stop blowing me and I came hard into his mouth, and still carried on sucking my cock and swallowing my cum.
When he let my cock go, he stood up and without saying anything, went and fixed the blocked sink.

Only when he left with me now dressed in shorts and t shirt, did he say in broken English "Thank you, I take it (pointing at his arse) tomorrow". He smiled winked and left the room.

The following morning with my mind and cock horny as hell, I declined going down to breakfast with my wife. Literally within a couple of minutes of her closing the apartment door there was a knock.

Five minutes later on the bed covered with a towel, both naked telling the handyman we didnt have long, he first sucked on my cock, then spread his arse cheeks extremely eager for me to fuck him. Only then did I have doubts, but once my cock slid up his backside I was fucking him like a teenager.

Gripping his hips and with him encouraging me to, I started to fuck him deeper in long hard thrusts. And it wasn't long before he cried out, cumming all over the towel.
That made my cock ache for ejaculation and I came up his arsehole pumping my seed deep inside his bowels.

We were dressed and talking on the balcony with the handyman holding the towel, when my wife appeared. She gave me a quizzical look, but didn't say anything. However later on when we going out to visit an ancient site, one of the maids gave me and my wife a wink when saying good morning.

It was only when we got on the plane to fly home two days later that my wife explained the wink. And by then I'd fucked the handyman twice more.
Once in his small tool room which was an even better fuck, and another time as it was getting dark, up against a wall close to a toiler block.

My wife told me the maid had let her know that the handyman had told her, I'd fucked him.
I fully expected an argument when we were sat on the plane or when we got home, but all my wife said was "Make sure you're safe".

She knows I now visit a gay cruising place not far from our home. I drive there most evenings after work, and most days I receive a blow job or get to fuck guys of all ages.
I always wear a condom when I fuck, and I always dispose of anything I take and use, back at home.

Life can be difficult, you'd only have to speak to my wife to know how your health can stop you in your tracks. But it can also be a beautiful blessing. And my wife is certainly that as she knows my libido needs satisfying.