The Handyman Left a Lasting Impression[FM][handyman][cheating][creampie][slowburn][hotwife]

My husband and I had been dealing with the bathroom sink leak for days. Water dripped constantly, and towels piled up. Every night, I'd point it out. 'Can't you take a look and try to fix it?' I asked, standing in the doorway. My husband was on the couch with a beer, watching a football game. He didn't look up. 'No, I'm not touching those pipes. I'll just flood the house. Call a handyman.' I sighed and crossed my arms. I was tired of my husband sitting there all day watching TV. Fine, I'd call one myself. I wanted my husband to do something around the house. The handyman arrived the next day. He knocked firmly. I opened the door, and he was attractive. Tall, early 30s, work shirt tight on his chest and arms. Toolbox over his shoulder like it was light. Messy hair, stubble, friendly smile. 'Morning. Sink problem?' 'Yes, leaking under here,' I said, leading him to the bathroom. I felt his eyes on me. My husband mumbled 'hey' from the couch, staring at his phone with game highlights. He set down his tools, got on his knees, and slid under the cabinet. His shirt rode up, showing tanned skin and abs. I stood nearby, wiping the counter. Bending over, I saw the bulge in his pants. Thick bulge in his pants. I imagined that cock hard, filling my pussy, me riding it while he held my hips. 'How long has it been leaking?' he asked from under the sink, grabbing a wrench. 'A few days,' I said, leaning closer. I smelled his sweat, clean and masculine, mixed with metal. 'My husband won't fix it.' He chuckled. 'Smart choice. Old pipes are tricky.' His muscles flexed as he worked. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He wiped it, shirt clinging to his chest. I bit my lip, thighs pressing together. 'Do you fix sinks for lazy husbands like my husband all the time?' He looked up from the floor, caught me staring. Smirked. 'Yeah, and wives who watch.' Our eyes held too long. Heat built between my legs. My husband coughed from the couch. 'Remote?' Clueless 15 feet away. Mike continued, tools clanking. Muttered when a nut stripped. 'Almost done.' Shirt damp, showing his build. Bulge seemed larger. He knew I was looking. I got water, bent low, tank top tight. He glanced up, eyes darkening. Water ran clean, no drip. He crawled out, stood wiping his hands. Close now, towering. 'Test it.' I turned the faucet. 'Thank you! Nice work!' 'No problem.' He packed slowly. Brushed past for a wrench. Felt his semi-hard cock against my thigh. I gasped softly, froze. He paused. My husba