Incident At The Cottage

This story may contain themes of wife watching, cuckolding, and cheating. If this type of story does not appeal you, please feel free to skip it completely. For those who do choose to read it, comments and critique are welcome.

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Kim was in the kitchen writing an email when she heard someone walking on the gravel outside. She glanced out the window and saw Jose, the carpenter, walking across the yard.

Jose was short and chubby with a big belly. His old t-shirt was all worn out and showed his hairy chest that was tanned from being in the sun. He had a big gray mustache and hadn't shaved in a while. He looked pretty scruffy.

Kim wasn't used to men like him, and it unsettled her. Most of the people in her circles came from a world of affluence, always put together in a way that seemed to reflect a different kind of life. Jose, though... he was not that. He seemed like someone who didn't care much about appearances, or maybe he just didn't have the same need to fit in.

In the few weeks, Jose had been working on the cottage, Kim had made a point of keeping things professional. He was solid and dependable, but there was something else about him. Sometimes, when he passed by, she would notice the way he stood, relaxed but assertive, as if the space around him were his. There was no rush in his movements, no need to impress, his confidence almost careless.

Kim usually expected to see Tony, the young guy who sometimes helped Jose. Tony was tall, greasy, and perpetually spaced out. But today, he was nowhere in sight.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Kim stood and moved toward the door, her slim, curvy figure moving with a quiet grace. The soft sunlight caught the glow of her smooth skin and jet black hair as she opened it.

"Mrs Stewart," Jose said, his deep voice firm with casual weariness. "Sorry to bother you, but can you spare me some ice?"

She nodded and stepped aside. "Sure, I'll get it."

He leaned one arm against the doorframe, almost lazily. "Thanks. The heat is a killer today."

As she handed him the ice bag, their hands brushed briefly, and Kim felt the rough, texture of his skin. His touch left an unfamiliar, tingling sensation that lingered on her fingers and crawled up her arms. The scent of sweat and sawdust clung to him, and she wasn't sure if it was pleasant or off-putting. Maybe a little of both.

"How's the work going?" she asked, trying to make small talk.

"It's coming along" Jose said with a shrug. "Shouldn't be too long again."

Kim wasn't particularly interested in the details of his work. Jose was renovating a small structure at the edge of the property into a guest cottage. He worked flexible hours, often putting in long days and sometimes staying overnight, sleeping on newspapers on the floor in the cottage.

A couple times, he passed out drunk from tequila under a tree and didn't wake up until the next morning. Despite his unconventional habits, she and her husband Peter didn't mind. Jose did excellent work, and there were only a few days left to finish the job.

"Anything else you need while I'm at it?" she asked, trying to wrap things up.

Jose paused, his gaze fixed on her. His eyes stayed on her a moment longer than Kim was comfortable with. Kim felt a shiver as Jose's gaze lingered. It was as though he could see right through her facade. It wasn't anything overt, but the way he looked at her -- it was as if he could peer inside her, seeing things even she wasn't aware of.

He gave a small, almost dismissive smile and shook his head. "Maybe, but another day. Thanks."

Kim stood frozen for a moment, still gripping the doorknob.

She was thankful her husband would be home soon.

A few hours later, Peter came home from work. As always, dressed in a crisp shirt and slacks, his tie loosened after a long day. Kim couldn't help but compare his polished appearance to Jose's rugged, dishevelled look.

"Hey gorgeous," he greeted Kim, smiling as he dropped his briefcase by the door. "How was your day?"

"Same as usual," Kim replied, trying to shake off the unease that still lingered from her unsettling encounter with Jose. "Jose came by for ice again."

Peter chuckled. "He just wanted to gawk at you." Kim rolled her eyes, but she could tell he was enjoying the idea of Jose's attention. Peter had caught Jose staring at Kim a couple of times before, but he only found it amusing.

"I'm glad you've been noticing! I guess I just have to get used to him. But he's just so unlike people I'm used to."

Peter laughed. "You mean he doesn't look like one of your fancy friends?"

Kim only smiled. She'd spent most of her life surrounded by affluent people who dressed well and who kept their lives neat and organized. Jose was... a sharp contrast. "Exactly. He's just -- well, he's different. And he doesn't exactly seem... aware of personal space."

Peter glanced at her, his smile turning teasing. "Wait, are you telling me you're not falling for his charms?" He often teased her about the attention she got from men. He'd got used to it - his wife was beautiful, well put together, and carried herself with an air of quiet confidence.

"It sounds like someone has a little crush on Jose!" Peter prodded. "You think you could see yourself with someone like him? Don't women go for those hairy teddy bear types?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "No way. Not THIS woman. Not in a million years. He's too short, too rough. Too hairy. Too uncouth." She shook her head and turned away. "No way!"

As Kim considered Peter's playful jabs, she felt a wave of confusion and guilt wash over her. She was happily married, and there was nothing about Jose, his rough appearance or his lack of charm, that should appeal to her. Still, whenever he was around, she felt an odd tension within her that made her acutely aware of him in a way she couldn't explain. It just didn't make sense.

Peter laughed outright now. "I was kidding, Kim. Relax. But I get it. I can't exactly picture you with him, either. You've always preferred your blonde, hunky types. Honestly, I don't know how you ended up with me."

Kim laughed, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. "Sometimes I wonder that myself! And will you knock it off with that blonde hunk thing. That was a long time ago!"

"Yes but I remember it like it was yesterday!" Said Peter smiling. "In any event, Jose's wife would probably have his balls if he was up to any shenanigans!"

"Wait, he's married? Why does he overnight here then?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's just using it as an excuse for some alone time. Who knows? Whatever it is, he's doing a great job with the cottage."

Peter kissed the top of her head, and she leaned into him, grateful for the sense of calm his presence always brought.

He felt a bit of a thrill that Jose was there working. He secretly enjoyed seeing men leer at his beautiful wife. But the thought of Jose, with his rough edges and crude attitude, somehow feeling entitled to a piece of her made it even more titillating.

A little later, after dinner, Peter headed for the door. "Where are you going?" Kim asked.

"Just going to check in on Jose," Peter said. "I think I still hear him working."

"Yeah, I think so. He's been out there all day."

Peter nodded. "I'll be back in a bit."

After about ten minutes, Peter returned, looking pleased.

"Everything good?" Kim asked as he stepped inside.

Peter grinned. "Yeah, he was still hammering away when I got there. He says he's spending the night again and taking tomorrow off. He'll just need a day or two before it's completed."

"Great, It's getting a bit old the way he looks at me when he comes for ice." She said.

"Hmm, maybe you should dress up for him when he comes calling!" Peter laughed.

"Maybe I really should. That might finally put an end to your teasing about men ogling me!"

"Is it okay if I ogle you?"

"Always," Kim said with a grin.

The next morning, Kim spotted Jose walking toward the cottage, but this time, he wasn't alone. He was flanked by a young woman, her laughter carrying over to Kim's porch. She looked to be in her early 20s. She wore tight jeans and crop top and was very pretty, even if she was slightly chubby. The woman looked too young to be his wife. And trailing behind them was Tony, always the same - dazed, dishevelled, and looking like he was just tagging along. Jose had a nonchalant smile as he led the way.

Kim raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. Jose was in his late forties or fifties, and the woman looked younger than Kim herself. Maybe it was his daughter, she thought. Or maybe Tony's girlfriend? She quickly pulled out her phone and took a photo, telling herself Peter might want to see what was going on.

About an hour later, curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was a little off. Filling a bag with ice, Kim grabbed a pair of sandals and headed toward the cottage.

When she reached the door of the cottage, she hesitated for just a second, then knocked.

The door creaked open, and there was Jose, shirtless and wearing just a pair of boxers. His hairy body coated with a sheen of sweat. He looked momentarily surprised to see Kim standing there. Behind him, Kim could see the woman sitting on the newspapers on the floor, in only her underwear and bra. Tony was standing off to the side, rolling a joint, also in his underwear but he wore tighty-whiteys. Kim couldn't help but glance at his crotch.

The room was thick with the smell of marijuana, mixed with sweat and tequila, and the buzz of a radio in the background. The heat inside was oppressive, and she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck as she took in the scene.

Even though she was often in the cottage, at that moment it seemed to be a completely different place.

Kim felt strangely off balance, like she had stepped into a scene that didn't quite make sense. "I... I brought ice. It's hot today," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, though it came out a little more flustered than she intended. "Is this your daughter?" Her eyes flicked back to the woman sitting behind Jose. The oddness of the scene made it feel like a dream.

Jose didn't seem bothered at all. He stepped aside, barely looking up. "Mrs. Stewart," he said slowly, "It's my day off. Sonia wanted to see how the place was coming along as we're almost done." He gave a small, sly smile. "She's no relation. Just a friend."

Tony piped in, "Good morning Mrs. Stewart, Jose said we'll be finished here this week, so we're having a little farewell party!"

As Jose moved aside, Kim couldn't help but notice the heavy bulge in his boxers, shifting obscenely under the light fabric. It was hard to ignore, and it left her with a tingling feeling in the back of her neck.

Kim blinked. "But... why are you... in your underwear?" she asked, her voice sharper than she intended. She felt as if she was walking a fine line between trying to be polite and needing to understand what the hell was going on.

Jose just shrugged, as if the situation was completely normal. "It's hot as hell in here. We stripped down to cool off."

Kim's eyes widened. 'And the pot?' she asked, her voice shaking slightly. Jose stared at her, his gaze steady and intense, seeming to drift over her body. Kim regretted wearing shorts.

"Yeah, pot's legal here now. No big deal. I don't use the stuff -- that's for Tony and Sonia. I've got my tequila." His voice was calm, almost too calm, as he slowly met her gaze. He didn't break eye contact, the intensity of it making Kim feel small, as if she were the one being scrutinised.

His stare seemed to linger a little too long, like he was daring her to say something else, but she wasn't sure how to respond.

Sonia, leaned back on the wall, her legs wide open, not concerned that her sheer underwear was almost transparent. Kim again couldn't help but glance between her legs. She smiled at Kim with a friendly, detached expression.

Tony, still rolling a joint in the corner, glanced up lazily, his eyes unfocused. "You should join us, Mrs. Stewart. We've got more if you're interested," he said, his tone slurred and relaxed.

"Want a pull?" Sonia asked, raising a joint toward Kim, the smoke curling around her fingers. "It's some good shit."

For a brief moment, Kim almost considered it. The idea of relaxing, of taking a moment to forget everything that was happening, seemed... tempting. But she shook the thought away just as quickly as it came. She couldn't -- shouldn't -- indulge in this strange world they were creating.

"No, thanks," Kim said firmly, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. She quickly handed the bag of ice to Sonia, their hands brushing briefly. The sensation of warmth surged through her, unexpectedly unsettling and adding to the eerie atmosphere. She pulled her hand back quickly, not wanting to acknowledge the strange feeling.

Sonia smiled and nodded, accepting the ice. "Thanks," she said, still looking a little too comfortable in her underwear. She seemed to have no problem with the whole situation, as if this was completely normal for her.

Kim stood there for a moment longer than she should have, feeling a flush creeping up her neck. She wanted to leave, wanted to run, but her feet felt heavy. The silence in the room was thick, claustrophobic, and she felt an odd sense of wanting to stay, to see more, even as something inside her screamed to retreat.

"I'll leave you to it," Kim said, her voice sounding much shakier than she'd like. She quickly turned and made her way to the door, almost stumbling as she stepped outside.

"If you change your mind, there's more. You're welcome to have some!" Sonia offered sweetly. "There's tequila too."

With that, she turned quickly and hurried back to the main house. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a growing heaviness in her chest. The whole encounter felt wrong, disorienting, like she had walked into someone else's world.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady her breathing. She needed to talk to Peter. She pulled out her phone, hands shaking as she dialled. When he answered, she tried to keep her voice steady.

"Hi honey, it's me," she said, pacing the kitchen. "I just... I went to check on the cottage, and there's something weird going on. Jose has a visitor -- a young woman. Not his wife. They were drinking. And Tony is there too."

Peter's voice was calm on the other end. "Okay, but what's the problem? Do you feel unsafe? I don't see anything wrong with him and Tony having a visitor."

Kim hesitated, not wanting to mention the underwear. "Yeah, it's fine. I guess it's just... the whole situation is a little unusual. Plus, I saw them smoking pot. And the girl offered me some. It just felt... awkward."

"Did you have any?" Peter asked casually, as if it were just another question.

"No," Kim responded quickly, "I almost did, but I didn't. We haven't done that in quite some time."

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Peter's mind wandered back to the early days of their relationship when Kim's inhibitions would melt away under the influence of marijuana. One memorable incident occurred at a concert when, much to his surprise, she flashed her breasts in the middle of the crowd after seeing other women do the same. This was the turning point for her, but it wasn't the only time that type of behaviour had emerged.

Before the concert, there was another incident at a nightclub that was unforgettable. Peter suggested they take a couple of puffs in the car before going in. Kim had a very low tolerance for pot, and it took effect almost immediately. Inside, she danced with an unbridled energy, her hips swaying seductively as she let the music consume her. Peter struggled to keep up, but loved her erotic movements as she spun and twirled through the crowd.

When he needed to use the bathroom, he left her sitting near the bar, navigating through the crowd and joining the long line that snaked its way toward the restroom. When he returned, she was nowhere to be found. Then, he saw her -- dancing with a young, blonde, muscular man. His hands were wrapped around her hips. Kim's head was rolled back, her laughter echoing through the noise as she ground her hips against him. The man's hands slid down to her buttocks, pulling her closer, and Peter felt a mix of surprise, but also arousal.

As the man leaned in to kiss her, Kim playfully pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. But when he tried again, she kissed him back with a ferocity that left Peter stunned. He watched from the shadows, his heart racing with every move she made. The man's hands caressed her thighs, slowly making their way to her pussy, and Kim's body responded with an unmistakable hunger as she ground her crotch against his hand.

Peter was watching, and despite his shock, he found himself becoming more and more aroused witnessing his supposedly innocent girlfriend behaving in that way. He thought he would let it play out for a little while and instinctively reached for his phone, capturing the moment in a series of discreet photos.

The man whispered something in her ear and took her hand, leading her towards the exit. It was then that Peter decided he had seen enough and stepped in, his voice firm but gentle as he called out to her.

Kim's eyes were glazed over, her pupils dilated from the marijuana. It took her a few moments to register Peter's presence, and when she did, she looked at him with a confused expression before turning to the blonde man. She hugged Peter tightly, pulling him back to the dance floor and leaving the other man bewildered.

The next day, Kim had no memory of the event. Even after seeing the photos Peter had taken, she remained unaware of what had transpired. Her reaction was a mix of being apologetic and angry, directed at Peter for not intervening sooner. Peter made the excuse that he was also high and confused.

As they continued to discuss the evening, Peter's curiosity got the better of him. He asked Kim what would have happened if he hadn't stepped in when he did. Kim gave him an angry look replying that the way the pictures looked, she probably would have fucked him right in the carpark, and it would have been Peter's fault for not intervening sooner.

After the incident at the concert, Kim decided she would limit her marijuana use to occasions when they were safely at home, if at all.

Peter couldn't help but feel a lingering desire for the uninhibited version of Kim that emerged when she was that high. He found it incredibly arousing to see her loosen up in ways she typically wouldn't, and he often wished this side of her would come out more often. And sometime he wished he didn't step in when he did.

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There was a brief pause before Peter spoke again, his tone teasing. "Maybe you should've taken a couple pulls," he said with a chuckle. "It might've helped you unwind."

"But seriously, are you feeling nervous being alone over there? Do you want me to tell Jose to have them all leave?"

"No," Kim replied, almost too quickly. She didn't want to admit how unsettled she was, how strange the whole scene had felt. "It's just... the whole thing is a little weird, that's all. I wasn't expecting to walk in on that."

Peter chuckled softly on the other end. "Well, I guess Jose's living it up. A little company on his day off, huh? If you want, I can come home early. I'm sure everything's fine, but if you're uncomfortable -- "

Kim cut him off, somehow relieved by the lack of concern in his voice. "No, no, it's fine. I was just startled, that's all. Really. You don't need to come home early."

Peter's voice was warm and reassuring. "Alright, if you say so. Just let me know if you change your mind."

After hanging up, Kim felt a slight relief, but the unease still lingered. Maybe it was just the unfamiliarity of the situation, she thought.