Side Jobs – Wendy’s Closet Doors

There are a wide variety of customers I encounter. Some have some basic knowledge and skills and could do it themselves (but choose not to for whatever reason) and some just have no aptitude for using their hands. When it’s a couple sometimes it’s the husband that calls me to do the job (because it’s out of his skill level) and sometimes it’s the wife (who is tired of waiting for her husband to do it).Some jobs are quick and easy and some women are easily impressed. Sometimes there are issues with the husband as a result, which can lead to having to deal with both of them.Couples like Wendy and Gerald…*****When I arrived at the house deep in the suburban wasteland I pulled into the driveway and parked behind the red Prius. Based on the condition of the yard I assumed they either didn’t own a lawnmower or were not able to use one. I peeked at the weed-filled and overgrown flower garden in front of the house and approached the door with some apprehension.Was Wendy an old woman on her own, a struggling single mom or maybe disabled? She had requested help with the doors on her closets, complaining of difficulty opening and closing them easily.I rang the bell and waited until the door was opened by a short, slender man.“Yes?” he asked.“Good afternoon, I’m J. I’m here to see Wendy about some closet doors.”“You are?”“Uh… yes. She called me and arranged an appointment for this time today,” I replied.“Just a minute,” he said as he closed the door.A moment later he opened the door again and gestured for me to come in, allowing me into the entryway.“She will be right here,” he said as he looked me up and down. “Are you a carpenter or something?”“Or something,” I replied with a smile. “Jack of all trades, general handyman.”“Hmph!” he grunted.“And you?” I asked to be polite.He puffed himself up and gave me a condescending glare.“Economic analytics and strategies.”“Nice gig, working in an office with numbers all day. Not for me, though.”“Yes, it’s a specialized field,” he said proudly as he looked up at me.A cute and curvy woman appeared from around the corner and held her hand out.“Hi, I’m Wendy. This is my husband, Gerald.”“Hi, Wendy, I’m J. Nice to meet you,” I said as I put my hand out.She shook my hand and smiled. When she let go I presented almanbahis it to Gerald.“And you, Gerald.”He shook my hand quickly and took a few steps back, looked at Wendy and gestured for her to follow him.“Uh… excuse us, please,” she said quietly as she followed him around the corner.I could hear muffled voices and partial conversation that started with “his number from Tara” and ended with “I need someone to do these things that you won’t or can’t, and that’s how it is, Gerald!”Wendy came back to the entrance and gave me an apologetic smile.“Sorry about that. Please, come in.”I passed through the doorway and into an unexpectedly neat and tastefully done decor. It looked recently remodelled and professionally decorated. It was quaint, cozy and relaxed, and a complete contrast with the front yard.“So, follow me,” she summoned as she crooked her finger and smiled.I slipped off my shoes and followed her down a hallway and into a small room set up as an office. I couldn’t help but notice her nice bum and curvy hips as she walked in front of me.“So… this is one of the doors I have an issue with,” she sighed. “There are others upstairs in the bedrooms.”“This is a nice space,” I praised with a smile. “I really like how it’s decorated.”“Thank you! I did it all myself,” she exclaimed proudly. “Well, the decorating I mean. The renovation was done just before we bought the house.”“Oh, so you haven’t been here long?”“Not really, about six months now,” she replied. “But Gerald… he’s not very handy.”“Not everyone is. That’s where I come in,” I said with a wink and a smile.She blushed slightly, ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.“You do look very… handy,” she teased as she looked me over.“In many ways,” I teased back.“My friend Tara recommended you highly,” she said with a sly grin. “She is very satisfied with your services.”Tara. Divorced mom with a plumbing problem, a great set of tits and a high sex drive.I smiled knowingly and looked her up and down, being obvious that I was checking her out.“Everything I see in here looks great,” I teased as I looked into her eyes. “I’m guessing you just need some help to… finish?”She giggled and blushed again, then nodded and pointed at the closet door. I put my hand on the knob of the almanbahis yeni giriş bifold door and she put her hand on mine, looking up at me with a coy smile.“Be gentle,” she said quietly. “It’s not used to strong hands.”“Don’t worry,” I assured her with a wink. “I know how to handle things properly.”She giggled again and ran her hand up my arm, stopping to give my forearm a squeeze.“So hard…” she mused quietly as she took her hand away.“Getting there,” I said quietly.She blushed again and her eyes sparkled as she covered her mouth to stifle another giggle.“Oh, you’re bad…” she whispered.I chuckled and pulled on the handle, catching the door as it fell outwards. I checked the rollers and lifted the door out to examine the spring pins. I adjusted the upper pin and then set the door in place, moving the bottom pivot into the correct place to allow everything to line up. I opened and closed it a few times.“There, would you like to try it?” I asked.“The door?” she asked with a coy smile.“For now,” I chuckled.She giggled and opened the door, closed it and opened it again.“It works!” she announced happily.“Let’s go see the others,” I suggested. “Likely just need the same type of adjustments.”“I can’t believe it works so smooth!”“I could have done that,” Gerald scoffed from the doorway.“But you didn’t, did you?” Wendy sneered.“I can show you how, Gerald,” I offered. “If you want.”“No, obviously she thinks you can do things I can’t,” he pouted. “You do what she wants you to do, I’ll just watch.”The dynamics of their relationship suddenly became clear. I’ve experienced this before and knew where this was heading.“Let’s go upstairs,” Wendy purred as she took my hand. “You can come watch if you want, Gerald.”“No, not right now,” he replied as he looked at me. “I’ll be up shortly, though.”I followed Wendy up the stairs, once more admiring how nice her ass looked in the red stretch pants. She glanced back and caught my gaze, smiled and climbed slower. She tossed her hair, gave me a wry smile and held my hand tightly as she led me down the hall.“Here’s the first bedroom.”“Nice size,” I commented. “No bed?”“No,” she sighed. “Not sure what I will do in here yet.”“Would make a nice guest room,” I suggested as I opened the double closet almanbahis giriş doors.Both just needed adjustment and the handles tightened.“All done. On to the next one?”“Come with me,” she said in a sultry tone as she took my hand again.She led me across the hall and into a smaller bedroom. We stopped at the closet and she continued to hold my hand.“Gerald is… well, he’s a good husband in some ways,” she smiled as she put her other hand on my chest and looked up at me. “But in other ways, not so much.”“Not very handy?” I replied as her hand roamed my chest.My cock was swelling as she pressed her crotch against my hip and pushed her tits into my torso.“No,” she replied. “Certainly not like you…”I couldn’t resist the urge and my hand cupped her ass cheek and squeezed gently.“I should fix this door,” I suggested as she ground her pelvis into my hip.“I guess,” she sighed.I moved my hand away and she stepped back, finally releasing my hand from her grip. I wriggled to adjust my cock’s position in my pants as Wendy’s eyes watched the bulge closely. I quickly adjusted the door as Wendy watched me with hungry eyes.“There. Anything else I can do for you?”“I hope so,” she teased as she pushed herself into me and wrapped her arms around my neck.“The main bedroom, end of the hall,” Gerald said from the doorway.“Are you coming to watch, Gerald?” I asked as I cupped her ass again. “I think you want to.”He just turned and walked down the hall to the main bedroom.“He wants to watch,” Wendy whispered as her pelvis ground into my bulge.“I don’t mind someone watching while I work,” I replied with a grin.She led me to the bedroom and gestured to the bed with her hand.“Here we are.”Gerald sat quietly on a small chair in the corner across from the bed. The closet ran along the side wall, a large and deep double closet with louvered bifold doors.“Gerald, give me a hand for a moment,” I said as I gestured for him to come over.He stood up and slowly walked to me, stopping by the closet doors.“Open them for me,” I instructed. “One at a time.”He pulled the handle and the door opened smoothly.“Good, now the other.”This time the door was binding and couldn’t be opened fully. I had him hold the door as I helped him move it around and made it level, showing him how it adjusted.“There, you did it. Try it now.”He opened it easily and gave a smug look of satisfaction.“Go inside and see how it looks,” I suggested.He looked at me quizzically, shrugged and went inside. I closed both doors.