It was my husband's idea to hire Chris, but as soon as I saw him I had plans for him that included much more than keeping our shrubs pruned and the lawn free from crab grass.
Chris was the picture of masculinity. He was well over six feet tall, broad shouldered with a lean muscular frame. He had an amazing tan from working outside on a daily basis and a smile that would charm any woman. Plus, the double barbells he wore in his left eyebrow gave him just the right touch of danger.
"Well, Mrs. Colletti," he said, "I think that will take care of things for this week. I'll see you when you and Mr. Colletti get back from your vacation. Enjoy it!"
"I'm sure that we will, Chris. Thanks again for your hard work, the lawn hasn't looked this good since we've lived here," I said. "Oh, and for the record, it's okay for you to call me Sophie."
"You got it, Sophie," he said with a boyish grin.
A chill ran straight down to my toes as I watched him climb up into his truck. It was only after he left that I became aware of the tasty wet spot in my satin panties.
That night I packed for my trip. I carefully placed the new lingerie that I had bought specifically for the event in the suitcase and sighed. See, the whole point of this vacation was to revive the sexual connection I had lost with my husband, Angelo.
Our marriage was strong, he was a wonderful man and worked extremely hard to give me and our children the life he felt we deserved, but for several years things in the bedroom had been lacking and he showed no concern. I definitely didn't get the sex life I deserved.
When we did have sex it was on Angelo's terms. My attempts to initiate lovemaking were often met with rejection. There was no room for spontaneity; it was always the same routine. Lights off, before bed, missionary position until he came followed by a kiss. Then he would turn the TV on to watch boxing or read the paper he had overlooked that morning.
Most nights after another unfulfilling fuck session I couldn't sleep, so I would sink into a hot bath where I brought myself to yummy orgasms using the showerhead and my vivid imagination.
I had never been unfaithful to Angelo, nor did I want to be, but I was desperate to feel a man look at me and touch me with raw lust.
I finished packing and went to bed. Angelo was asleep, snoring softly. I looked at his face and touched it gently. "How awful I am," I thought, "This man would do anything in the world for me and I am only concerned with my sluttish desires."
I fell asleep and was ripped back to reality by the alarm of morning. I showered and dressed.
"Good morning, angel. Ready to go?" Angelo asked when I went downstairs with my bag.
"Yeah, I am looking forward to this so much."
In my mind I envisioned romantic moments with my husband: long talks at dinner, lovemaking on the beach at night, looking at the stars from the deck of the ship. But I was shocked and embarrassed to admit that another man dominated my thoughts the entire time that we were gone.
It was Chris' hand I wanted to feel on my back as we danced. It was Chris that I wanted rubbing lotion on me as I sunbathed. It was Chris' mouth that I wanted on mine.
I decided that when we returned home, I would have Angelo dismiss Chris and eliminate any further temptation before this fantasy went to a level I could not control.
The only problem was I couldn't conceive of a reason to have Chris fired. I thought about it at night as I lay in bed, and I gave birth to a gutsy plan. I would con Chris into making a move on me, then I would tell Angelo, end of problem.
Chris showed up for work as scheduled Tuesday morning.
I went out in the yard to work in my herb garden. Of course, I was not dressed for this chore. I was dressed for the game of seduction. I wore an aqua v-neck tank top that accentuated both my olive skin and my cleavage from my 36D tits. I don't have long supermodel legs, but they are very shapely and tan and the shorts I wore showed that off. My black, curly hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of my head, and I wore just a hint of make-up.
"Good morning, Sophie," he said, "Glad to have some company out here today."
I just smiled. I wasn't prepared for the surge that shot through me when I saw him in the flesh again.
I watched him work out of the corner of my eye. God, he was so fucking sexy. He was wearing a shirt with cut off sleeves and the more he sweated the more it clung to him. I literally almost drooled as I watched his biceps and the muscles in his forearms while he pruned the privet.
Our eyes met a couple of times, but I always looked quickly away and went back to my rosemary and thyme.
After we had worked in silence for almost an hour, I got up, dusted off my hands and said, "Hey, Chris, do you think you could help me get those bags of mulch out of the shed. They're kinda heavy."
"Sure, Sophie, no problem."
I wanted this man so badly I ached. My nipples were standing attentive and I caught him observing them through the thin cotton. His eyes darted away.
"So, how was your cruise?" He asked as we walked across the yard.
"It was nice," I replied.
"Nice? You just spent a week in the Bahamas and it was nice?"
"Well, you see," I hesitated, "Never mind."
"Don't do that! I hate it when people do that! C'mon, whatever it is will remain between us. Pinky swear?" He flashed me that dynamite smile and winked.
I linked my pinky in his, "Well, okay," I began, "It's just that I don't feel like Angelo is attracted to me anymore. I mean I felt like he was more interested in the buffet than me."
Chris stopped. "You've got to be jokin'! There is no way a woman like you could be insecure, and no way a man wouldn't want you. Look at you, " he said and turned to face me.
"You've got these beautiful eyes, and this sexy mouth who wouldn't want to nibble on that," he said and rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip.
I looked at the ground as the blush spread across my cheeks.
"You know it's true," he said, "Not to mention those two fine points right there."
I put my arm across my chest and felt suddenly self-conscious.
"Don't hide 'em, Sophie. What's the old sayin'? If ya got it flaunt it?" He laughed and his hazel eyes twinkled.
I giggled. That's right I giggled like a silly teenage girl.
"See, at least now you're smiling again. You're damn hot when you smile," he said and boldly kissed me on the cheek. "Now, let's go get that mulch."
Well, my plan was partially successful. Chris had made a move toward me, but I didn't want to make a move that would take him out of my life. He made me feel so attractive and sexy, something that I thought I had lost. I counted the days until he would be back at our home, and massaged my pussy thinking about how good his cock would feel sliding into me.
The next week I had a business meeting to attend so I had no excuse to linger in the yard and feast on Chris' rugged good looks.
He stopped me in the driveway on my way out, "Sophie, do you have a couple of minutes? I need to talk to you for just a second."
I jingled my keys, "Um, sure. Let's take it inside. It's hot out here and I don't want the humidity to make a mess out of my hair."
He followed me into the living room. "Look, I thought about the conversation we had last week, and I feel like I may have overstepped my boundaries a little bit."
