Handyman

My wife and I moved into our house 8 years ago. A 2-level house that was actually a bit bigger than we really needed at the time. We didn't really use much of the downstairs, with the exception of the laundry room or the downstairs bathroom if the upstairs one was being used.

We had considered putting a self-contained suite there, but didn't really need the extra income at the time, plus we liked to have our own space, and be able to be noisy, or walk around naked if we felt like it.

Then my job of 20+ years was downsized. I was able to get a buyout of a year's salary. Rather than live off of my buyout, I thought I could sink some of the money into the house and put in a basement suite, while I was looking for a new career path.

The good news is that I already had a bedroom, big recreation room that could fit a kitchen table as well as sofa, tv, etc. My bathroom had a sink and toilet, but there was a huge linen closet that I figured could be replaced with a corner shower. I did need a kitchen, but I was thought if I moved the laundry room to the back of the garage, I may be able to turn that space into a small galley kitchen.

Now I watch home improvement shows on TV and have grand ideas, however I seriously lack the hands-on knowhow, as well as the proper tools to do a proper job.

About a week later I was cutting the grass when my neighbour started chatting to me. I'm all about networking as that's often how to find a new job. As I mentioned to him that I was "between opportunities" and my plan to add a basement suite, he mentioned he'd let me know if he heard of any jobs. He did mention that his firefighter brother, Mark, recently had some renovations done and was quite happy with the results.

I asked if he could get the contact info for this guy. He said sure thing. The next day he knocked on my door and handed me a phone number, and the guy's name - Tony.

He also showed me his phone. "My brother sent these pictures of the 'before and after' on his bathroom reno." We scrolled through the 7 or 8 pictures, and it was really impressive. "Wow, that's exactly what I was thinking. Thanks." "No problem", my neighbor said.

I called Tony and he answered on the 3rd ring. I explained what I was looking to do, and that I'd got his name from Mark, who was speaking highly of Tony's work.

Tony said he could come by this afternoon, look at exactly what I wanted to do, and figure out a budget we could both be happy with. I said that would be fantastic and texted my wife, Gina, to let her know the good news. Now Gina trusts me in these matters, because she doesn't have a clue about any of this. "It's a guy thing" she'd say. "As long as we come in on budget and everything works, I'm happy."

About 2PM the doorbell rang, and I leaped up and went to open the door. "Ray, I presume" he said.

"Hi Tony" I replied, shaking his hand. His hand was larger than mine and had an impressive, almost crushing handshake.

Tony was about 6'2" and rather muscular, probably in his late 30's. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and runners, and looked like he could have come straight from the gym. Compared to me at 5'9" and a slight to average build, it probably made him look even more impressive. He looked somewhat tanned, but I also thought he might be black, though lighter skinned than some. Nice looking guy, I thought.

I invited him in, and we had a look around. He had a clipboard with a pencil, and a measuring tape in his left hand. We went downstairs and started in the bathroom. I had a nervous excitement and started blabbering on about what I thought we could do. Also rambling on about some home renovation show I'd seen and what they had done.

He politely validated what I was saying with a "Oh yeah?" as he measured the closet area, then extended the tape measure and politely asked "can you hold this end against the corner of the wall, please?" I jumped at the opportunity, thinking that I was a part of the 'team'

He wrote down some numbers. Snapped some pictures. Then said "What else?" We walked into the laundry room. "I was wondering how hard it would be to turn this into the kitchen area, then move the laundry room to the workshop at the back of the garage. Again, I got to hold the end of his tape measure for a few measurements as he continued to make notes on his clipboard.

I mentioned that because of my limited budget and me looking for work, I was hoping to help out with some of the demolition and some other tasks as Tony's helper. Tony stopped for a moment, looked at me up and down and said "Ya, I think we could probably make this work."

We went out to the workshop, which is where I thought we could put the washer and dryer. "Well there's no water and limited electrical in this area, so we will need to run power here. Let's take a look at your circuit breaker box and see if there's room" he stated calmly. He obviously knew what he was talking about as I'd not even considered that. We opened the door on the circuit breaker and he said "That's good news for you" and smiled. I stared blankly at the breaker. "Really?" Yes, there's 4 empty spots here, so that's going to work perfectly.

"So Ray, let me crunch some numbers, and I can come by tomorrow about lunch time and we can discuss how things are going to work. Or IF they are going to work." Tony took a few more pictures, wrote a few more notes, then extended his right hand for a handshake. I shook his hand and walked him to the door.

Just after noon the next day, I got a text from Tony. Just pulled up outside. Be right in. I looked out the window and saw him on the phone, with his clipboard leaning against the front of his truck. Within a minute he was at my door and we shook hands again. We went upstairs to sit and chat. "Oh, let me check one thing. Is this your upstairs bathroom?" pointing at the door. "Yes, it is." I replied. "I figured. It's right above the downstairs one." He said.

Tony went into the upstairs bathroom, and opened the vanity doors below the sink. He pulled out his phone and shone the light to see the plumbing. "I was just wondering if it made more sense to work off this plumbing or the downstairs plumbing." He extended the tape measure again and I grabbed the end. "Close the door and measure to the door, please." I closed the door and held the tape measure.

"Cute. Is that yours?" Tony asked. I looked at him confused, then saw he was looking at the back of the door. Gina had left her lacy nightgown hanging on the hook. White see-through lace top, with some see-through gauze that hung down to her ass. Her matching white thong also hung with it.

My heart began to pound, and I turned beet red. "Uhm, well I..." I couldn't say a word, and I usually think of myself as a quick-witted guy.

"Hey man, I was just kidding" Tony said "but I could see you in that." He then laughed. "All good."

We sat down in the living room to crunch the numbers. I was sitting there trying to settle myself down after being humiliated. I realized that I was sporting a very nervous hard on, which surprised me. I was thankful I was sitting down and not showing an erection in my sweat pants.

Tony had printed off a quote for the work and he put the copy on the coffee table. We were on separate chairs but we both slid forward to review the numbers together.

Being June, he was wearing shorts again and another form fitting t-shirt. The muscles on his dark legs flexed as he slid forward.

Our knees were touching, as we went over what he was proposing. He mentioned being able to find good deals on certain supplies, and yes, I could be his assistant, as long as it didn't slow him down or cost us extra in supplies. The numbers came in just under my budget, so I was anxious to not only prove to him I was a 'handyman', but I also wanted to impress Gina.

Gina is about 5'7" and about a medium build. She has C cup breasts and now that she's 40, she may not be as fit and firm as she was when we got married, but neither am I.

We have fallen into a typical marriage scenario since my daughter was born 6 years ago. Too tired to be romantic on a regular basis. Maybe once a month we get our worlds to align, that is when my daughter doesn't disrupt our romantic intentions.

Gina always told me she had fantasies about workmen in dusty boots, and dirty jeans and t-shirts, so we actually role played this a few times when we first dated. Of course, my mind jumped to me being a real handyman now, and thinking this may spark some intense lovemaking sessions in the next few months.

I agreed to Tony's quote and he said we would start Monday morning. He said if I wanted to get started, I could remove the linen closet in the downstairs bathroom to make way for the shower. "See you Monday at 0830", Tony said as he went out the door.

I had the whole weekend to get the closet out and thought I would get other things ready as well.

My hard on had subsided but I was still horny, so I went into the bathroom and held Gina's nightie. I held the thong to my nose and started to jerk off. I came quickly, then returned things to where I had found them.

On Sunday afternoon I finished removing the closet, and put the wood, drywall and other debris separate in my garage. Gina seemed impressed and after dropping my daughter at a friend's birthday party, came home to find a horny handyman. We quickly got to it, and she was extra eager. We finished up, and she went to pick up my daughter. We had dinner, put my daughter to bed and we went to bed with my mind thinking about tomorrow. Before that, Gina wanted to fuck again, which is totally out of character for her. We both came and fell asleep.

I was up to take my daughter to school, and Gina was just going out the door to work. "See you later, Mr. Fixit!" winking at me and heading out the door.

I dropped my daughter off and as I was pulling in the driveway, Tony's truck was pulling up in front of the house pulling a trailer behind him. It looked like a horse trailer, but knew this was his tools. We switched places so he could park in the driveway, to make loading and unloading Tony's equipment easier.

He walked into the bathroom and surveyed my demolition work. "Not bad, Ray" Tony said approvingly.

"So today I will run the plumbing from the old laundry room to the new one. I need you to remove the shelves in the laundry room and then I will need to access the pipes behind the washing machine." Tony instructed.

"I will get started on that right away." I told him. I went into the laundry room with the few tools I had and began to unscrew the shelves from the wall.

I decided not to run to Tony for approval every time I completed something. I disconnected the washer and dryer and thought I'd slide them out of the area to 'gut the space'. Tony heard me grunting as I was pushing the washing machine into the hallway.

"Ray, what the fuck are you doing, man? Tony said abruptly.

"Creating some space for you, and I'm almost done." I replied.

"So you are planning to be without a washer and dryer for a few days?" Tony asked. "I figured you would still want to wash and dry clothes until we get the connections, wiring and plumbing in the new area. But if you're okay with that..."

"No. You're right." I said, dejectedly. "Fuck"

"Not a big problem, man. I'll help you move them back and you can hook them back up. Don't get ahead of yourself." I nodded.

"And don't be afraid to ask if you aren't sure. If it starts costing time or money, then we have a problem. This is your freebie. I won't start counting fuck ups until next time." Tony winked at me and rubbed my shoulder. "All good." I felt a surge of electricity go through me as he massaged my shoulder encouragingly.

I was embarrassed and red faced again. Why did I react this way around him?" My dick was a bit hard, too. Thankfully I was wearing baggy canvas shorts, not unlike Tony's. His, however looked like there was more equipment being stored.

"Getting hot, isn't it?" Tony asked, obviously seeing my red, sweaty face.

"A bit, ya" I replied.

The rest of the day went fine. I really wanted to prove myself to him. I offered to do most of the clean up, sweeping or vacuuming the dusty floors, mopping afterwards, and trying to sort the old stuff into piles to take to the urban recycling center.

Tuesday morning Tony came with kitchen lower cabinets with a sink and old, chipped countertop. "Help me unload this. We will get new countertop but the rest of this will save us about $300. I went over to a friend's place last night and he was throwing this out. Just came out of his kitchen. I measured it and it should fit perfectly!"

"That's fantastic, Tony. Thank you." We carried it into the garage to await the removal of the washer and dryer.

Tony said "So tonight, I need you to go the hardware store and pick up a new counter top. Make sure it's a kitchen one, and it has to be 5 feet long. Find a color you like. I will continue here.

When we finished for the day, I went off excited to find a key piece to the puzzle.

I got to the counter area and found several options. At the end of the aisle I saw some clearance items and went to explore. There were 2 counter tops that were 5 feet long. I looked at the price and it was 50% off with a note saying 'chip at one end'. I looked closely at the chip and figured it wasn't really going to show, so I carried my treasure to the front. The girl at the checkout said, "This item is final sale, okay?" I said "Sure thing." I was feeling very confident about my purchase and folded the back seats down in my SUV.

I got back to my house and walked into the garage carrying my new countertop. I lay it on top of the old counter. Oh NO. why does it seem smaller? Proper length but the depth was less than the old countertop. WTF?

The next morning Tony arrived and finished up the plumbing in the bathroom for the shower. He came around the corner and saw the kitchen countertop. He said "Oh good you got one. Wait. Why did you buy a bathroom countertop instead of a kitchen one?"

"There's a difference?" I gulped, turning red again.

"Yes, Ray. Tony replied, impatiently. "bathroom vanities are about 4 inches narrower than kitchen ones. Remember I said to go to the kitchen countertops?"

"Uhm...you sure did." I couldn't even look up. "It's final sale as well." I gulped, and braced for the rebuttal.

Tony just let out a frustrated sigh, then paused. "You've already used up your freebie." He paused. "Maybe I'm expecting too much from you. So come with me." Tony walked up the stairs with me following close behind. Maybe you can make me some lunch and bring it downstairs to me.

"Sure Tony. Anything you say." I replied, blinking away tears. "Tony walked into the upstairs bathroom. "Come here, Ray." I moved quickly to join him in the bathroom.

He closed the door over to reveal my wife's nightie from last night. "See this? Put it on." and he walked back into the living room.

"What?" I replied in shock.

"Yep. Every time you fuck something up, this will be your punishment. Put it on for the rest of the day. I want to see you wearing it when you bring me down my sandwich."

With that, he went downstairs to continue working.