Wendy was getting up as I awoke. She was sitting on the side of the bed, slipping into her white towelling dressing gown. I just caught a glimpse of the side of her bare breast and her smooth shoulders before her gorgeous body was hidden by the white towelling. She glanced back and saw I was awake.
"Well, up you get. My lads will be here any minute." Wendy said perkily with an affectionate smile.
The workmen arrived while I was showering and when I entered the kitchen they were all standing around eating toast and drinking coffee that Wendy had made them. Wendy was standing chatting away to Seg about what needed to be done today. She was completely topless, the top half of her white dressing gown pulled down so that it hung about her waste, and her bare legs exposed up to her mid-thigh.
All four men were enjoying looking at her pert bared breasts and stiff nipples as they munched on their toast and Wendy was all perky smiles and relaxed. They all muttered an indifferent "Morning" as I walked in. It felt again like I was an unavoidable inconvenience to the work crew, and an interruption of their enjoyment of my flirty wife, and as I made my own coffee, they all trudged out to the site.
"See you in a bit, Bend." Seg told her.
"Yeah, see you, Bend."
"I guess they're not that interested in the husband being around!" I said, grinning.
"But I am!" Wendy said affectionately, stroking me through my jeans and then going to shower herself.
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Wendy wore the cut off denim shorts for the workmen. She had cut them short enough that the bottom inch of her ass cheeks was exposed when she bent over. Even with her wearing the high vis neon top, hard hat, gloves and boots, Wendy looked practically naked. Her arms were fully bare up to her shoulders and as we were working around the secluded back yard she wore the polyester top open, so her belly and bare breasts were generally on show as she worked. Her short, chubby legs were entirely revealed from the top of her thighs down to her calves, where the Rigger boots protected her feet.
We relaxed into a rhythm of working, the bright morning sun helping things along, with the occasional friendly banter amongst the guys as we worked. Wendy and I were clearing up some rubble that Seg wanted moving out of the way. Wendy was alternatively bending at the waist or squatting to pick up the rocks.
Where yesterday Wendy had seemed a sensual sexy tease, today, with her thick thighs on show, she appeared more primal and animalistic. Every time she squatted on her haunches or bent over, her body expressed an overtly raw and sexual sensuality. The fact that her pussy lips were clearly outlined, pulpy and bulbous, through the tight denim just added to the overall raw physical impression.
Moving the rubble involved lifting some pretty heavy granite, and Wendy and I would struggle to carry them between us to the skip. With her high vis top open and her thighs bare, when the hard granite squashed against her flesh, it left her grazed and streaked with grime.
We had just thrown a heavy boulder into the skip when our neighbour, Leanne came out the back to hang out her washing, Wendy waved and said "Hi." There was a tense silence as Leanne looked Wendy up and down and then stormed back inside. We all burst out laughing and Wendy stuck her tongue out at Leanne's back.
We didn't realy want to upset Leanne, so Seg and Ronnie spent a bit of time making a timber frame and hammering a couple of sheets of plywood to it as a screen. It meant we pretty much had complete privacy as we worked now.
Once the screen was up Wendy seemed happier, brighter and relaxed working alongside the work crew, flirting away and displaying her sexy body for the guys.
We worked hard under the hot, bright sun for a few hours until Wendy brought out some homemade lemonade and we all took our usual places on the upturned buckets, benches and rusty old office chair.
"You don't need a high vis jacket to serve fucking lemonade. Take it off!" Phil said, his tone was bordering on resentful.
"Hey! There's no need for that." I Said.
"None of this is any of your fucking business. You don't know how we do things around here, so sit down and shut the fuck up!" Phil said, pointing a finger aggressively at me.
Before I could answer, Wendy glanced at Seg and he nodded slowly and authoritatively. Wendy stood up and slipped the thin polyester down her arms and then, putting her arms straight down her sides, with her hands bent outwards like she was imitating a penguin, she moved her shoulders back and forth to jiggle her breasts at Phil.
"Jeez, Bends, you'll have someone's eye out!" Ronnie said. The crew all laughed, staring at Wendy's exposed stiff and swollen nipples.
Wendy looked over at me with a daring look in her eye.
"Well, seeing as you lads apparently want my nips stretched, I had then done last night. They're all sensitive and sore." Wendy said, pinching her exposed nipples right in front of us all.
"Well done, Bendy." Seg said.
Wendy seemed to be really enjoying acting all flirty and compliant for the men, ignoring Phil's hostile tone and jiggling her breasts for him anyway, behaving like a sex object for him. Letting the gang of men know that she had happily pulled on her nipples to the extent they were stiff and hard all morning, just because she had heard that the lads wanted her nipples bigger, made her sound so willing to please.
As she gathered up the glasses, her little breasts dangling, Wendy turned to Phil. "May I put my high vis back on, please Phil?" Wendy asked, letting him make the decision for her.
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As we worked away up to bait time, Wendy's body was glistening with sweat, mixing with the grime on her pale flesh and her polyester top clung to her small breasts and belly.
At one point, Wendy was pushing a barrow of rubble across the yard and we all heard a loud crack and Wendy yelp. Everyone immediately looked over concerned. Wendy was rubbing her buttocks and glaring at Phil who was standing with a piece of rubber piping in his hands.
"Faster bitch!" Phil sneered.
I started to walk over, but Seg put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head. A silent tension hung over the site for a moment and then Wendy recomposed herself and stopped rubbing her cheeks.
"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." Wendy said, giving Phil a curtsy and then picked up the handles of the barrow and continuing making her way over to the skip.
Seg gave me a confirming nod and went back to doing his job.
But that small exchange between Wendy and Phil introduced a new dynamic within the group as we continued working. He had just smacked Wendy on her ass with a rubber tube, and she had not only accepted it, but thanked him and called him 'Sir'.
What developed over the couple of hours up to bait time was a kind of an unsaid competition amongst the workmen to demonstrate who could subjugate Wendy too, with Wendy happily playing at being the subservient slut.
When Wendy accidently pushed the barrow wheel over a loose plank and knocked Tylor's hammer into the dirt, he would normally not even have mentioned it. He is always polite and respectful around Wendy.
"Oi! Pick that up!" Tylor said, pointing at his fallen hammer.
Wendy dropped the barrow handles and immediately stooped down to pick up Tylor's hammer and handed it to him with a smile. Two days earlier, Tylor would have been all pleases and thankyou's around Wendy, but the past two days of Seg having her display herself for their amusement, had clearly given Tylor the assumption he could boss Wendy around.
"Sorry, Tylor." Wendy said.
"Sorry's not good enough! Turn around." Wendy turned her back to him and Tylor spanked the back of each of her bare thighs, leaving red blotches where his hand had made contact.
Wendy stayed in position. "Are you finished, Sir?" She asked and when Tylor grunted his agreement she said "Thank you, Sir" and giving him a smile, carried on with the barrow. Watching Wendy acting gratefully to a guy half her age for spanking her, and calling him 'Sir' was very sexy.
We all watched the red marks on the back of her pale thighs as she pushed the barrow along, her rounded ass wobbling in her cut offs. Tylor went back to his hammering, looking very pleased with himself.
Wendy seemed to absolutely revelling in being the good subservient slut for 'her lads'.
It clouded over, the sea breeze bringing the clouds up the valley an hour before bait time, and the bright morning turned into a dreary autumn day with a chill wind and a light drizzle. Phil had already put his waterproof over his fleece when Wendy came and stood by us, rubbing her wet goose-bumped arms up and down.
Her whole body looked cold, her stubby legs pink from the chill and glistening from the drizzle and her partly exposed bare breasts were wet and goose-bumped too.
"Do you boys mind if I put a coat on? It's turned really chilly." Wendy asked.
"The deal was topless Bendy, and you agreed to the shorts. Serves you right for being so dumb. Besides your tits look better cold." Phil sneered.
Wendy looked as Seg. "Aye, alright. Let's split it down the middle. Coat for half an hour, then topless for half, sound fair?"
Wendy slid into Seg's oversized heavy duty work coat, looking tiny inside the extra-large jacket. It came down below her knees. She looked cute and sexy with the fur lined hood framing her face and Wendy was warm and happy as she worked away.
A while later, Phil's alarm on his phone sounded.
"Time's up. Tits out, bendy, and I have a job for you." Phil said, the moment his alarm had gone off. Wendy shrugged off the big coat and walked over to Phil.
"What you need, Big man?" She asked, her bare flesh exposed to the autumnal chill and drizzle once more.
Phil handed her a bucket. "Hang these on the end of each scaffold pole. I'm saving the yellow tape and we don't want any of the crew banging their heads now, do we?"
Wendy looked in the basket and looked back at Phil, mortified.
"Just do it, Bendy!" he said, turning back to his job.
I watched as Wendy went from pole to pole in the drizzling rain, hanging a pair of her worn panties on each pole. By the time she had finished and Seg called the job off due to the weather, Wendy was a bedraggled mess. Her blonde bob was plastered to her head with water dripping from the ends. Her exposed flesh was wet and cold and clammy and what little clothes she had been wearing were soaked through.
Phil still had her carry his toolbox to the van for him, and as they loaded the van they decided, rather than lose half a day, they'd visit the building merchants and get the orders put in.
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The work crew and I sat in the lounge warming up with hot brews while Wendy popped for a quick shower and came back downstairs looking radiant, pink and snuggly in her white towelled gown.
