In the fall of 2015 our son-in-law was transferred to France for a year. Amanda and I went along and stayed with them (son-in-law, daughter, and two granddaughters).
We lived in a small village outside of Toulouse called Saint Genies Bellevue. The house we rented was newly constructed on about one acre of land nestled among some farms. There was a detached,
two car garage, a remote controlled gate, and a swimming pool. The owner had been transferred to India for five years and he had only lived in the house a few months before the transfer. There was still some landscaping work to be done and we were expected to be available to let in the workers while they finished the landscaping.
This wasn't too much of a hardship on us because the workmen only came around a couple days a week, we knew which days they would come, and they were finished after about three weeks.
An interesting feature of many of the houses in the area were the blinds. There were steel blinds that could be lowered over any or all the windows as desired. Our bedroom was on the first floor and it had a large window that looked out into the backyard. In addition, there was a shower and sink in our bedroom.
With the whole family there, there weren't any real opportunities for any overt sexual activities, at least not at the house. What we did though is try to expose Amanda to the workmen. We would gauge the workman's schedule and Amanda would just so happen to be dressing when they would be arriving or leaving.
When the workmen arrived, they would ring the bell on the gate and we'd need to remotely open it for them to enter. This way we knew when they were coming in.
When the bell rang, I'd make sure the blinds were open and Amanda would hurry into the bedroom and undress as if she was getting into the shower. Now if the workers were observant they could count on a nice show from Amanda.
Later, when they took a break for lunch or they would leave for the day, it was a little harder to predict their movements so it was harder to put on a show.
The first morning was almost a bust. When the bell rang on the gate, I hit the button to open the gate, made sure the blinds were open, and headed into the yard to observe. Amanda was in the bedroom, naked, laying out her clothes as the workmen passed. The first three walked right on by not paying any attention. The fourth one however was more observant. As he past the window he instantly stopped. He looked right in the window and immediately he whistled for his co-workers and told them to come take a look (I don't speak French so I'm assuming that is what he said since the other three immediately turned around, came back and looked in). They exchanged a few words quietly as they watched. After a few minutes they headed on into the yard to work. I headed inside to let Amanda know what happened.
When I went in, she was fully dressed and was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for our two granddaughters. I had to wait to discuss it with her.
