To Catch a Sub - 001
Sasha sat at the kitchen table taking stock. She was home, alone, as usual. Her husband, Anthony, was at work, the kids were at school, and she was at their comfortable house on the rural 5-acre lot where they lived. Sasha had a degree in sociology, but Anthony had made it clear early in their marriage that he preferred her to a stay-at-home mom. She thought he intended to have a large family, but after their two kids were born, his business had taken off and he seemed to lose interest in anything but working.
Looking out the sliding back windows that opened onto the large deck that stood over the big four car garage that was the daylight basement of the house, she could see the piles of construction materials that had started to arrive a few days before. She had no idea what Anthony had planned for the house now. He always had a new plan, a new addition, or an upgrade to those and used the crews from his construction business to handle the work. She could tell from the amount of material that this project was going to be large.
With a sigh, Sasha looked around the immaculate kitchen and decided to go upstairs and see what she could find to do to take up some of her time. As she walked into the bedroom, she stopped to look at herself in the full length mirror that stood to one side of the room. She stood sideways, then turned to look at herself from another angle, and then turned again. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Sasha was of Ukrainian descent. Her parents had immigrated to the states when she was just a baby. Stepping closer to the mirror she looked at herself a little more critically. In a moment of boredom, she slipped off her t-shirt and bra. Her eastern European heritage was easy to see. She was, by no means, a beautiful runway model. She was 5'6" tall and tended to be on the curvy side. Anthony, the 4th child in a family of 12 children, Anthony's family was originally from southern Italy. His grandparents had immigrated long ago.
Anthony and Sasha had met in college. Both were dedicated students who were trying their best to build a better life than their parents. Anthony was a business major. Sasha chose sociology thinking she would become a social worker. They found each other in a psychology class. Anthony had immediately been drawn to Sasha's long dark hair and dark eyes. Anthony was almost 6 feet tall, a former high school football star, handsome, and intense. They had married the week after they graduated and never looked back.
Anthony got a start in the construction business from his brother. His brother is a master craftsman of the old school. Anthony had learned the construction business in a few months and then began to offer advice that eventually doubled his brother's company size. At one point, they had been offered the contract to build a modest size strip mall. His brother, much preferring smaller and personalized projects, wanted to decline the contract. Anthony had convinced his brother to let him take the contract and use his brother's contacts in the business world to get the project started and completed. Immediately after that project was finished, Anthony struck out on his own with the full support of his brother. Business blossomed.
Sasha looked at herself in the mirror again. She knew that she carried a few extra pounds, especially after the kids had been born. When she told Anthony she felt fat, he laughed, took her in his arms and hugged her.
"Sasha, my love, you are not fat. You are curvy and delicious, just like I like my women."
He had swatted her on her shapely behind and they had giggled together.
She was curvy. Her breasts were full and firm. She had managed to get through two pregnancies with very few stretch marks. She did have that usual mother's belly, but it seemed to balance her round well shaped ass that was still high without any appreciable sag. All in all, she was content with herself, and Anthony seemed to find her attractive and sexy.
She pulled her bra and t-shirt back on and looked around the bedroom before heading back to the kitchen. With nothing much else to do, Sasha decided to start dinner. The kids would be home around 5:30 when the school bus dropped them off at the end of the long driveway leading from the house. Sasha would have a snack for them and then send them to their rooms to do their homework before Anthony got home between 7 and 7:30. They would have dinner and then have a few hours of family time.
It was a comfortable and pleasant life.
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That evening at dinner, Anthony asked about the kids' day at school and got the full report. Thomas was 8 and Amy was 6. The conversation was animated and lively. Sasha watched, smiling, as Anthony interacted with the children. He was a great father. She couldn't have asked for a better husband. After dinner, they all helped clear the table. They worked together to wash and put away dinner and the dishes. Afterward, they settled into the comfortable family room to watch TV on the big screen until it was time for the kids to go to bed. Anthony took them upstairs and tucked them in while Sash finished up in the kitchen.
Afterwards, Anthony came downstairs, opened a cold beer and leaned against the refrigerator watching Sasha. He remembered back to the first time he had seen her in the college classroom. She was a beauty then just like she is now. Most of the other guys in his fraternity were all about the tall thin blonde types, the cheerleaders, and the sorority sisters. Anthony had shied away from that until he had seen Sasha. Her long dark hair, shapely curves, and her dark eyes captivated Anthony from their first glance.
He had managed to get a seat next to her at the next class meeting. He had spoken to her and when she smiled, it was like someone had set an alarm off in his brain. He asked her out and the rest is history. He and Sasha dated exclusively for the last 3 years of college. The last year of college, they had moved in together. Anthony frowned a bit at that memory. His parents, very old school and conservative, didn't like that he and Sasha were living together in, as they termed it, "heathen sin." Anthony didn't care. All he knew was that it was the best year of college he had had and as soon as they graduated, they got married.
He was proud of her. She was a great mom and, in his eyes, perfectly gorgeous and sexy. He was pretty sure most of his construction crews were of the same opinion. When Sasha was in town shopping, she would often call him to find out where he was and meet him at a job site. He had heard the good-natured whistles from his workers as she walked across the job sites and saw them staring at her. It didn't bother him. In fact, he sort of liked the attention she got from the other men. He also had an idea that Sasha liked it as well. He had watched her at times as she exaggerated the swing of her hips as she walked across the job site back to her car after a visit.
"Hey. I heard about a new place in town called Franky's. I have heard from some of the guys that it has a great dance floor, live music and some kind of entertainment. Are you interested in getting a sitter for Saturday night?
She turned around, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
"Sounds like fun. We haven't been out in ages."
"Good, can you arrange for the sitter?"
"I'll do better than that. I'll call Mom and see if she and Dad would like to have the kids for the weekend. I can drop them off Saturday after Thomas's basketball practice and pick them up Sunday afternoon."
"That would be great."
He crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. His hands strayed down to her ass as he kissed her and gave both ass cheeks a solid squeeze. She giggled and wiggled against him. He swatted her on the ass with his open palm. Sasha jumped, eyes going wide and rubbed her ass.
"Ouch. That hurt. What the hell was that for."
"Oh, nothing. I can remember a time when a little slap and tickle would get your engine running."
She looked at him and shook her head.
"That was a long time ago."
Anthony cocked his head to one side and gave her a smile.
"Not that long."
