I woke the next morning before the sun came up. Sara was still sound asleep next to me purring in a deep blissful sleep.
I knew she had to be tired after last night and thought I should be. We fucked until two or three in the morning after last night's excitement.
I rolled over to look at the clock on the nightstand and it read six am.
It was Sunday and nothing really to do this early so I attempted to go back to sleep. My mind was not going to have any part in that.
I laid there thinking about last night and how exciting it was to see my wife naked in a room full of horny men. However, I was also thinking about Sara's job offer. Would she really consider doing it?
My concern was that I enjoyed watching her but; sometimes I have to go out of town on business. Would it be as exciting being out of town knowing she was naked in a room full of horny men? Somehow, I doubted it.
I mean I trust my wife but, what if someone offered her big bucks to go to their room and fuck them and I was not there?
I also began to think about how our little game of showing her off was going and where it was headed. I enjoy other men looking at and wanting my wife but, it seemed that the further we got into it the closer we were coming to it going further than I had hoped for.
Was I ready for that?
She gets so horny when she is exposing herself that I am concerned it will just go too far. The other night at the poker party, she was drunk and horny. I have no doubt she was ready to fuck all of us in the room before I broke it up.
It is amazing how fast she has taken to showing off. She really likes doing it and now it has become a regular event with her instigating most of it.
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I must have drifted back to sleep because I woke again and the sunlight was streaming through our bedroom window. I stretched and looked next to me and Sara was not in bed. I rolled over to look at the clock and it read nine am.
I had to get up because Brad and Dave were coming over at eleven to help me add onto our deck.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. My aching cock was so sore it almost hurt to touch it this morning.
I slipped on a pair of shorts and headed down the hall to the kitchen, to find Sara.
She was drinking coffee on our back deck in her now usual attire, naked.
"Good morning Hon." I said.
She turned and said, "Good morning Sweetheart."
I bent down to kiss her.
"Get some coffee and join me." She said.
I stumbled back into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee then went back to the deck. I sat in the chair next to her.
"Is it not just an absolutely gorgeous morning?" She said.
"It is nice out."
It was nice out for an early fall morning. The temperature was about seventy and not a cloud in the sky.
"What are you going to do when the weather turns cold this year? It's going to hamper your new wardrobe."
"I know. I guess I will have to make a few adjustments when that happens or turn the heat up in the house."
We sat there for what seemed like the longest time saying nothing. Neither one of us I guess wanting to bring up the elephant in the room. She had to be thinking about the job offer as much as I had been.
You know when you have been married for a while it seems you both know what the other is thinking?
"Well what do you think?" Sara asked.
I played stupid, "About what?"
She turned and looked at me with one of those "don't play stupid with me looks."
"You mean about the job offer?"
"DUH!" She responded.
"I'm not sure what I think." I answered.
"You know how quickly we could pay off the house and car with money like that?"
"I know but, is it worth it?" I asked.
"What is the problem? You enjoy it and I enjoy it."
"I just think it might lead to a problem." I said.
"Ok, I know what you are thinking and I had already thought of that. I would only do it when you can be there." She said.
I just sat there not wanting to say anything or else she would think I did not trust her.
"Is that your issue?" She asked.
"Yes." I meekly replied.
"I figured that would be an issue. I would not want to do it unless you were there. The best part of showing off is you being there to fuck after we are through."
I turned to look at her.
She continued, "I mean you have to admit we are having sex like we did when we first met. It did not matter where we were or who was around. We fucked like rabbits."
"I know but, I'm a little concerned about where this is headed. You admitted to wanting to fuck the repairman and at poker night you would have fucked all of us if I had not stepped in."
It was her turn to sit and say nothing collecting her thoughts.
"So, my question is do you want to fuck other men? Be honest with me."
"Ok, honestly. I would be lying to you if I said the thought during both of those instances you mentioned, fucking them had not crossed my mind. During the poker night I was drunk and naked and standing in the kitchen, my fantasies took hold and I could see four men touching, rubbing me and yes fucking me."
I sat there looking at her as she looked at me. I did not know what to say.
"Hon, some things are fantasies and need to stay fantasies. It is just when you put me in those situations my fantasies surface and I think about acting out on them." She said still looking at me.
"Is it too late to slow down or stop this little showing off thing we are doing?" I asked.
"You opened the door and now, yes, it is too late to close that door." She said.
"So, what I'm getting from this is that I should prepare myself for watching you fuck one of these guys?"
"I would only do that if you wanted it. I love you and would not do anything to sacrifice that." She said.
It was silent again as we sat there.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was ten forty-five.
"You better put some clothes on Brad and Dave will be here in a bit to help me with the deck addition."
She got up and I followed her into the kitchen. She got another cup of coffee and I headed to the bedroom to finish dressing.
As I was leaving the bedroom, she was coming down the hall toward the bedroom.
She stopped and kissed me and said, "I love you very much."
"I love you too." I responded.
I went to the garage to gather some tools, straight up eleven Dave and Brad pulled up in the driveway.
I greeted both of them and shook their hands, "I sure appreciate you guys taking your Sunday to help me."
Brad responded, "What are friends for?"
We gathered up the tools and headed to the backyard and to where the lumber had been delivered earlier in the week.
Brad and Dave were a couple of guys I had met at the gym and we played basketball together once a week. Brad was a big good-looking guy who was in his early thirties. He stood about six foot tall and was in good shape. Dave was taller at about six three and was about forty-five years old. Dave was also a guy who had stayed in good shape as he aged.
We began measuring and working out the layout of the deck when Sara came out to see what was going on and bring us something to drink.
Somehow, I knew she would not pass on the opportunity to show herself off.
She was wearing one of my very thin white tank t-shirts with no bra. Her nipples and areola were clearly visible beneath the shirt. The shorts she was wearing were a pair of cut-off jeans that I swear she had cut shorter than they were before. Her ass cheeks were visible from where she had cut them off. They were so short that she had cut through the back and front pockets. She had torn off the back pockets leaving small holes where they had been stitched. The fabric was wedged between her cheeks, sculpting her ass so little was left to the imagination. The front was also short and if she had sat down her pussy would have been visible. She was wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals that accentuated her long shapely legs.
"I thought you guys might like something to drink." She said carrying a tray with beer on it.
I made the introductions, "Brad and Dave this is my wife Sara."
Sara handed them a drink and then shook their hands. Both of them had shit eaten grins on their face and was not looking at her face as they shook her hand.
"We sure appreciate you guys coming over to help. We have needed a bigger deck for years."
Brad replied, "No problem I like working on things like this."
"It looks like it is going to get hot today. Supposed to be unseasonably warm today. About eighty they say. I will try to keep the drinks coming." Sara said as she turned to go back in the house.
"Nice to meet both of you." She said before going in the house.
"Damn man you never said you had such a hot wife. You lucky bastard." Dave said.
"I don't know what she saw in you but you are a lucky man." Brad added.
After the accolades on my wife's looks, we got back to work.
The work did not last long as Sara came back out in her skimpy little outfit.
She asked, "You guys ok with beer or do you need another one?"
"You guys need another beer?" I asked.
"Sure." They both replied.
Sara went back in and quickly came back out to hand each of us another beer.
Once again they guys eyes were all over Sara's body.
Sara sat the tray down, grabbed the garden hose, and began to water her plants and flowers around the backyard and the pool.
We got back to work although I could tell the guys were taking regular glances towards Sara.
Suddenly we heard a squeal come from Sara and we all stopped to look and see what had happened.
Sara had somehow managed to make it look as if she "accidentally" got her t-shirt wet. She turned in our direction and was looking down at her shirt as if she was disgusted with getting wet.
Her already very thin t-shirt now that it was wet was nearly transparent. It clung to her tits, her nipples were rock hard from both the cool water, and I'm sure excitement.
