James and Anne had been married for just under twenty-five years now. Both forty-five years old, they'd been childhood friends, living in the same small street growing up, and finally got together as a couple when they started at the same college as each other when they were eighteen. Both looked good for their age, the home gym equipment in their basement got regular use from them both. Having no children hadn't spoilt Anne's figure either.
James told everyone from an early age they always said they were destined to be together, they seemed to like all the same things, and could second guess what the other was going to do a lot of the time. After they married they realised that one of the things they liked to do was talk about people they fancied while out.
Until they got married in their early twenties, neither had slept with anyone else. They were very open when talking to each other, which was how the talking about other people thing started. First, it was a silly game where they'd pick a person each, and then discuss what they thought they'd be like. Next, it went a step further, pretending to be single to flirt with that person, each taking it in turns. About a year into their marriage it escalated further.
James and Anne had been discussing a blonde girl, she looked about twenty-five years old so a little older than them both, Anne said James wouldn't be flirting with her for long, she was obviously waiting for someone as she was on her own. Five minutes later James returned to Anne looking apprehensive, telling her not only had she not sent him packing, but she'd also been stood up and had asked James if he wanted to take her home.
Anne told him to call her bluff and tell her his wife was there, and to point her out. James quickly returned, saying that she'd said she didn't mind, Anne could either watch or join them. James waited for Anne to blow a fuse, instead, she picked up her coat and asked James what he was waiting for! That was the first of their many threesomes, and the first time Anne had been with another woman. Sometimes it was the other way with Anne flirting with another guy and James joining them.
It didn't always end in threesomes, sometimes the other party would say they didn't want them to join in, but James and Anne always insisted the other came along too, even if it just meant watching. They also had a pact where they might see someone they fancied and flirted with them, but only asked about sex if the other was there too.
James came home from work one day and told Anne he had a series of meetings planned in Spain to arrange some future lucrative contracts, and rather than keep paying for flights to and fro he was going to stay in a hotel. As he was high up in the chain of command this could lead to some hefty bonuses too. The only issue was he'd be away for three weeks. Anne reluctantly told him okay, they'd not been away from each other for that long since they'd married.
"As you're going to be away for so long and you will be flirting with any sexy senoritas you meet over there, you have to report back to me," Anne told him, a big grin on her face.
"Well I expect you to be flirting with the workmen while I'm gone, so it's only fair," James answered.
"Workmen, what?" Anne said.
"I knew you were half asleep and not listening properly. You'd been talking about that builder you were talking to, and I told you I'd arranged for the outdoor pool to be built, they start as soon as they've got the materials in," James replied.
Anne remembered the conversation now, she had been half asleep but had nodded off, dreaming of half-naked workmen in their back garden. James was to fly out on the following Saturday morning, so they had nearly a week together still. They spent most of it in bed, just the two of them.
James had taken an early day on Friday to get home and start packing, and he pulled up at the same time as a work van did. He saw one of the guys walk towards their door, and shouted him and introduced himself. He was around thirty years old and said he'd hoped for a quick look around the garden if possible, to see where the pool would be and access to get the building materials into the back garden.
James opened the side gate and there were three of them, the others a little younger than the first guy. He showed them into the garden and shouted Anne out. They went around looking at the soil and generally marking out, checking where the sun was in the sky. The team leader was called Dave, he introduced Mike and Steve, and he told James they planned to start on Monday.
James noticed they'd all been glancing at Anne throughout. He didn't blame them. She'd been on an exercise bike so was wearing a pair of lycra shorts that showed off her pert arse, and a t-shirt that was soaked with her sweat and stuck to her in several places, including her 36D tits. Her hair was tied up, John always told her she looked cuter and younger with her hair like that. James also noticed their eyes light up when he told them he'd have to leave them in her capable hands as he'd be away on business.
After they'd gone and they were sitting down to dinner, James started teasing Anne about the workmen. Anne casually slapped his arm, telling him she looked like a sweaty mess. James told her they'd not been bothered, they'd been too busy looking at her arse in those shorts.
James flew out the following day and after checking in, then not having a meeting until Monday afternoon, he spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday checking out the hotel and surroundings, knowing he wouldn't get much chance after that.
He awoke on Monday morning to the sound of his phone ringing. Anne had phoned him to tell him the workmen had arrived bright and early. An hour behind Spain, he looked at his watch. It would be 7.15 am back home. He'd grinned, and asked Anne what she'd been wearing when they arrived, knowing most of her nightwear was see-through and short. She laughed and said she'd panicked and threw on his thick dressing gown and tied it tightly around her.
She told him the guys had turned up early and said because they had a lot of digging to do and were going to do it by hand, they would be starting early and having a two-hour break when the sun was at its highest, then continue later. James told her he dared her to wear his dressing gown every day, knowing even back home in England the temperatures were around thirty degrees celsius, very warm by English standards.
He went down for breakfast and then back to his room to get changed. He heard a knock on the door and the room service maid entered. Seeing James in just trousers she apologised, but James told her she was fine to continue. She'd introduced herself as Sofia, a pretty little thing about nineteen years old. She looked at James's firm chest, then quickly looked away, not before he'd noticed. He looked at his watch, 10.30 am. It had been around the same time yesterday too he remembered. His mind wandered.
She'd changed the towels, emptied the bins and said she'd return later to change the bedclothes. James thanked her and watched her leave, her arse swishing like it was waving goodbye to him.
His meeting went well, and that evening he phoned Anne. He told her about the maid, and how she'd been looking him up and down. Anne told him the guys had been digging most of the day but it was hard going, the soil was firmer than they'd been hoping, and it was hard work. The day had ended with them all having their boiler suits tied around their waists, their bare muscley chests sweaty from their efforts. James asked if she'd asked if they wanted to shower there, and she laughed and said not on their first day, and asked if that was him permitting to do so. James simply laughed.
The following morning James went down for breakfast, and then went back up to his room. With no meetings today he planned to work from his room, but was going to relax around the pool for a while first. He stripped down and noticed it was almost time for the maid to come around. He lay down on the bed, pulling the duvet off one leg, leaving his cock exposed, but only if getting by the bed. He quickly pulled on the complimentary eye sleep mask but left it so he could just see underneath it. Just as he'd done so, he heard the door open.
He heard Sofia call out but ignored her, pretending to be asleep. He saw her come in and then pause, seeing him in bed. She started to move around quietly, got the dirty towels out of the bathroom, then came out to empty the bins. Getting level with the bed she stopped dead and gasped, her hand going to her mouth. Right on cue, James groaned quietly like he was dreaming and made his cock jerk. Sofia looked to see if he'd awoken, scared he'd see her staring at his seven-inch soft cock. James saw her bite her lip, then grabbed the bags out of the bins and left quietly.
