he really wanted to watch me [F22] being handled by someone else so I took my chance with the handyman

Two weeks ago, my boyfriend Mason and I, Emmy 22, were lying in bed after a really quiet evening at home. Mason is twenty-five and a polite, shy accountant who’s always trying so hard not to rock the boat. We’ve been together for almost eight months now and honestly, he’s the kind of guy who apologizes when he finishes too fast even though I never say anything about it.

That night he was still catching his breath, staring at the ceiling, when he suddenly got all quiet and nervous. His voice came out super soft like he was scared I’d laugh at him. “Emmy… I’ve been thinking about something weird lately. Something that makes me nervous but also really turns me on.” He paused for a long time and then asked “Would you ever want to be with another guy? Like… someone stronger? Someone who could actually make you moan the way I never seem to manage?”

I turned on my side to look at him. “You mean like, watch me with someone else?”

“Yeah,” he whispered with his cheeks already red. “Just once. I keep imagining it and I don’t know why it excites me so much. What if he’s way better than me? Would that bother you? Or… would you actually like it? Be honest. Do you think I’m weird for even asking this?”

I stroked his chest and let him keep talking. He asked a bunch more shy questions like if I’d still want him afterward, if I’d get mad if he got jealous, if I thought less of him for wanting to see it. The more he talked, the more I realized how serious he was. By the end I just kissed his forehead and told him, “If the right guy shows up, maybe we’ll see what happens.”

And then, last Saturday, call it destiny or just pure will to do it, the right guy literally walked through our front door.

We’d called a handyman because the kitchen faucet had been leaking for weeks. Derek showed up around eleven in the morning. After a little small talk he tell me he’s thirty-three and lives right across the street. He’s tall, rough-looking with thick arms and a confident way of moving like he owned whatever room he was in. He was wearing a tight black tank top that showed off his chest and shoulders. The second he stepped inside, his eyes lingered on my body a little too long. Mason noticed but he just stood there awkwardly in the corner, pretending to scroll on his phone while Derek worked on the sink.

When Derek finished the repair I offered him a cold beer. We started chatting casually in the kitchen. Mason hovered nearby, shifting his weight but not saying much. After a few minutes I looked over at my boyfriend and smiled.

“Baby… remember that conversation we had two weeks ago? All those nervous questions you asked me in bed?”

Derek looked quite confused and pretended like he didn’t listen but his ears almost turned 180° if they could.

Mason froze mid-sip. His face went bright red. “Emmy… right now? With him? Are you serious? What if I can’t handle seeing it? What if he’s too much for me to watch? Are you sure you want this?”

I walked over and took his hand. “I’m sure. But you’re going to help. Come sit on the counter for me.”

„Should I leave you two alone for a second?“ Derek asked.

„Noooo, actually we‘re talking about you. You said you‘re single right?“ I smiled in a playful tone.

„Yes…why?“ he said carefully.

„Are you open for some fun with me and Mason? well rather just me cause Mason will not be participating with his hands in this?“

Derek just grinned and nodded slowly. I could see he didn’t have a clue where this was going yet.

I helped Mason hop up onto the kitchen counter so he was sitting on the edge, facing me. Then I leaned forward over him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist and resting my head against his chest. “Hold me like this, baby. I want your support while Derek fucks me from behind. And when I tell you to, you’re going to reach back and hold my ass cheeks open for him so he can go even deeper. Okay?”

Mason’s arms wrapped around me, trembling. “Okay… but I’m scared I’ll cry. What if I embarrass myself?”

Derek didn’t need any more invitation. He stepped behind me, flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down to my thighs. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance. When he pushed inside in one long, deep stroke I moaned loudly into Mason’s chest.

He was so much thicker and harder than Mason…every inch stretched me in a way my boyfriend never could.

“Oh god, Derek… you feel incredible,” I gasped, my voice muffled against Mason’s shirt. “He’s so much bigger than you, baby.”

Mason’s breathing was fast and shaky. His arms tightened around me. “He really is bigger than me, Emmy. I can feel how deep he’s going just from the way your body is moving against mine. My cock looks tiny compared to his. I’m so much weaker… I can barely hold you steady.”

Derek started thrusting harder, his hips slapping against my ass with every powerful stroke. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. I pressed my face harder into Mason’s chest and whispered, “Now, baby. Reach back and spread my ass cheeks for him. Hold me open so he can fuck me properly.”

Mason’s hands slid down my back, shaking as he grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. The new angle let Derek sink even deeper. I moaned louder and my nails dig into Mason’s sides.

“That’s it,” Derek growled. “Hold your girlfriend’s ass open for me while I ruin her. Tell her how pathetic you feel right now.”

Mason’s voice cracked with shame, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. “I feel so pathetic, Emmy. I’m literally holding your ass open so another man can fuck you better than I ever could. My body is soft and useless next to his. I’m just the shy boyfriend who supports you while he takes what’s his.” I could feel his hard little dick in his pants beneath me. I started to pull down his pants and his boxers. He looked so embarrassed but his dick was harder than ever before. He slid out of the pants and I took his leaking tip in my mouth while Derek kept pounding inside me. Mason moaned quietly, like he knew he wasn’t allowed to be loud. „You wanna cum little cuck?“ I moaned between my heavy breathing. He nodded fast. So I took his whole dick in my mouth, the vibrations from my moans around his dick made him throb instantly. Just a few seconds later he came into my mouth. So pathetic and needy.

This obedient behavior and his hands on my ass were too much. I couldn’t hold myself together and came hard, crying out into Mason’s chest as my whole body shook and my juices flushed all over Derek’s dick. He kept pounding through my orgasm and then buried himself deep to fill me with thick, hot spurts until cum started leaking out around his cock and dripping down my thighs.

When he finally pulled out, I stayed leaning against Mason, my arms still wrapped around his waist. “Now clean him first,” I said softly. “Use your mouth. Then come clean me. And thank him while you do it.”

Mason slid off the counter, dropped to his knees and took Derek’s spent cock into his mouth. He licked and sucked every trace of me and Derek’s load while Derek rested a hand on his head.

“Thank you, Derek,” Mason whispered between licks, voice breaking. “Thank you for fucking her so much better than I ever could. Thank you for giving her what I can’t.”

We did this every now and then since Derek lived across the street.