This story chronicles my journey of transformation from a strict, Catholic, 'good-girl' to a 'hot wife'. I encourage the reader to start with 'Exposing Cindy β spring break' to read about how my husband exposed me and shared me before we were married while we were college students on spring break. The following occurred a few years later, after Jim and I were married, and represents my next step in my unusual transformation....and it is all true.
Chapter 1 β Cindy is sunbathing
Jim and I had been married about two years, when we bought our first home, a lovely place on a golf course in North Houston. When Jim received a large promotion a year later, we decided to treat ourselves to an 'in-ground' hot tub and spa.
The installation was taking longer than we had anticipated, stretching over six weeks, but the end was in sight. All of the plumbing was complete, the heater and filter units had been set. All that remained was the final electrical and controls tie-ins. The electrician and his helper were due to come on Saturday morning to complete the job.
Jim and I had gotten to know many of the workers, including the electrician and his helper. Brian, was the electrician and the boss. He was about 30 years old, and a nice looking sandy hair guy with a beach boy look about him. Richard, his helper was about 20 or 22 years old, black, tall and slender, but quite muscular. He was a handsome young man, with an engaging smile.
I found both of these guys to be nice and friendly. Jim suggested I give these guys a little 'eye candy' on what might be their last day working at our house. Jim suggested that I sun bath in my bikini on the deck near where they would be working once they arrived.
I protested, "I can't do that. I'd be too embarrassed to be out there in my bathing suit with them. It would be too obvious anyway."
"Not if you were already out there when they came over, and we both acted like we forgot they were coming over this morning." Jim reasoned. "Come on, go get your bikini on and give the guys a treat.
Reluctantly, I complied. I really have never been able to refuse Jim anything. I knew I would eventually agree to modeling my bath suit for these two workers if that is what Jim wanted me to do.
I was lying out back on the deck about 20 minutes when they arrived. They came around the corner of the house to the backyard unannounced, I pretended to have fallen asleep on the deck as the came up. I pretended to be startled "Oh, I forgot you were coming over this morning...."
"Oh, we're sorry. Is it OK for us to finish up, or should we come back another time?" Brian asked. I could see both of them were trying not to stare at my nearly naked flesh.
"No that's alright. Come on back and finish up. I was just catching a few rays before it got too hot." I was shielding my eyes for the sun as I looked at them. "Am I going to be in your way here on the deck?"
"Not at all. In fact we will enjoy the company, and you do add to the view." Brian said in a flirtatious tone.
"Well don't let me bother you." I said as I lay back down on my stomach, closing my eyes, well aware that they were both taking in every inch of my flesh. And I liked being on display.
The guys proceeded to do their worked for about 15 minutes when Jim came on to the deck. "Hi guys." Jim then sat on the edge of the recliner I was lying on. "Baby, you are going to get burned. Let me put some sun screen on your back."
Uh oh, I thought. Jim is up to something. He untied the back string of my top and the string around my neck; and he began applying sun screen to my back. "What are you doing?" I asked in something approaching a 'stage whisper'.
"Just making sure my baby doesn't get burned." Jim said as he massaged the lotion into my back, allowing his fingers to wander down the sides of my breasts as Brian and Richard watched with intense interest. Jim, started applying the lotion to the back of my legs next, paying particular attention to my inner thighs. I was blushing deeply as Jim let his fingers wander up my inner thighs to the gusset of my bikini bottom touching my pussy through my suit in a 'less than subtle manner'.
"Jim, stop it. They are watching." I whispered with embarrassment. This had already gone much further than I anticipated when I agreed to come out here.
Jim then started pulling my bikini top, which he had untied moments before. Jim was tugging it out from underneath me. "Jim, what are you doing?" I was panicked, but trying not to draw too much attention to myself, or to my situation. But Jim ignored my pleas as he pulled my top out from under me and held up it; leaving me topless, laying on my stomach.
Jim turned to Brian and Richard, tossed them the top and said, "You guys need negotiate something good in exchange for this."
And he tossed my top to Richard. "Now Richard, this is a very valuable top; don't give it back too quickly. Get something really good for it." Jim smiled at me, and then walked in the house. I knew Jim would be watching from the kitchen window.
My heart raced, and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. Still on my stomach, I leaned up slightly, and realized that my breasts were essentially exposed in this position, "Richard, give that top back to me please." I reached one hand out to him.
Brian chimed in, "Richard, you need to think carefully about this. Mr. B. was right; that is a pretty valuable top you have there. Let's think about this a minute,"
Richard studied the top and studied me. He seemed to take an eternity before he spoke again. "Mrs. B, how about getting Brian and me a couple of beers in exchange for your top."
I thought for a moment, then I got up, covering my exposed breast with my hands and walked silently into the kitchen as Brian and Richard watched and wondered what was in store for them this morning. I wondered the same thing.