Handyman Heat: Lingerie Discovery Leads to Raw Threesome Fuck

Back from lunch with the girls, I slip into the guest room. The air smells like sawdust and fresh varnish. Ludo’s there, shirt sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing as he bolts the wardrobe frame. My eyes hit the bed first. My thongs, garters, split-crotch panties sprawled out. Marc’s jockstraps too. Heat rushes my cheeks. Fuck, the antique dresser. He must’ve emptied it to move it.

Ludo turns, catches my stare. His eyes flick to the bed, then me. Tall, fifties, hands callused but precise. ‘Morning surprise,’ he says, voice low, smirking. ‘Nice collection, Sophie. Yours and his. Kinda… inspiring.’ My pussy twitches. Embarrassed? Yeah. Turned on? Dripping. Phone buzzes in my pocket—Marc checking in. I ignore it.

The Approach: Electric Tension Ignites

‘You needed it out of the way?’ I murmur, stepping closer. His cologne hits me—woody, masculine. No bullshit. ‘Yeah. Marc said dismantle. Didn’t expect the show.’ Silence crackles. I want to grab him, feel those hands on me. But I play cool. ‘How long till done?’ ‘Hour. Then… whatever.’ He winks. I linger, watching his ass as he bends. Heart pounds. This stranger’s got me wet already.

Two hours later, wardrobe’s up. Perfect. Marc’s home early, eyes gleaming. We settle in the living room. I’ve changed—short silky robe, legs bare, tits perky under thin fabric. Marc pours drinks. ‘Ludo, sorry for the dresser trick. Not random. We like games. Intense ones. Shared.’ He nods at me. I slide next to Ludo on the couch, brush his thigh. ‘Your hands… magic. Wanna see what else they do?’

Ludo’s grin widens. ‘Fuck yeah. Been hard since the lingerie.’ No games. We kiss—rough, tongues battling. Marc watches, stroking himself through pants. Urgency hits like fire. Days of site chats flashed in my head, but this? Real flesh.

The Explosion: Savage, No-Holds-Barred Fuck

We stumble to the guest room. New wardrobe looms like a throne. Clothes rip off. Ludo’s cock springs free—thick, veined, rock-hard. ‘Suck it, Sophie,’ he growls. I drop, mouth watering. Salty pre-cum coats my tongue. Gagging deep, his hands fist my hair. Marc behind me, fingers plunging my soaked cunt. ‘She’s gushing, man. Fuck her throat.’

Ludo yanks me up, bends me over the bed. Legs spread wide. He slams in—no condom, raw need. ‘Tight pussy. Take it.’ Thrusts brutal, balls slapping. I scream, ‘Harder! Wreck me!’ Marc feeds me his dick, muffling moans. Sweat drips, bodies slap wet. Ludo pulls out, flips me. Legs over shoulders, pounding deep. Cervix kisses. ‘Cum in her,’ Marc urges, jerking. I shatter—orgasm rips, squirting on sheets.

Switch. Marc fucks my ass—lubed quick, familiar stretch. Ludo in pussy. Double stuffed, stuffed full. ‘Yes! Fill me!’ Grunts, dirty talk flies. ‘Slutty couple. Love this hole.’ Phones vibrate ignored on floor. Orgasms chain—Ludo unloads hot ropes in my cunt, Marc paints my tits. Collapsed, panting, cum leaking.

Minutes later, calm settles. We dress casual. Ludo zips up. ‘Epic job. Wardrobe and all.’ Smiles exchanged. No numbers, no promises. He grabs tools, waves. Door clicks shut. Marc hugs me. ‘Hot as fuck.’ Back to normal—dishes, life. Stranger gone. Just a wild memory, pussy still throbbing. Adrenaline fades. I’m Sophie again. Boring wife. Till next itch.