Steve Feldman saw it in the "Inflight" magazine he usually thumbed through on his many business trips. A little clock radio that was actually a surveillance camera. Perfect! he thought. Perfect for catching the cleaning crew that paid a weekly visit to his home and whom he suspected of pilfering some of his valuables. He'd had an expensive watch stolen but couldn't really be sure when it happened. Steve had gone so far as to buy a fake Rolex on his last visit to Rome.
"That'll get 'em!" he mused. Steve obsessively checked the camera each Wednesday after the crew left. So far...no theft.
Sue Feldman had to smile at her husband's obsession with the cleaning crew's perceived threat. Steve never wore the "Valuable" watch he'd discovered missing. For all she knew the watch was misplaced or lingering at the bottom of Steve's overloaded sock drawer, like his gold cuff links and other assorted jewelry.
The Feldman household was in a state of chaos these days as the construction project they'd taken on was finally nearing completion. Steve's new Home Office was to be his new work space and Sue just dreaded it. Steve was a stickler for cleanliness and never wasted an opportunity to point out something that displeased him. It was like Sue was on call to clean up anything and everything that happened no matter what or when.
Their children were grown now and away at school which made Steve's constant pinpointing even more annoying to his still very pretty wife.
"Why can't he just accept our beautiful home as it is without having to rage if everything isn't exactly perfect here?" she wondered. And the construction was always creating a mess no matter how hard the guys worked to control it.
And so Sue just rolled here eyes when, the next Wednesday, Steve checked his surveillance clock and finally found something new to pique his ire. Only it wasn't the cleaning crew.
"My God Sue...just look at this!" He raged. "The goddam carpenter is going through your underwear drawer!" His anger rising now, he watched as the burly construction worker brought his wife's panties up to his nose and apparently sniffed them!
"Holy Christ that's disgusting! Well, the police will hear about this! I'll have that son of a bitch in jail so fast it'll make his head spin!"
Sue made her way into the bedroom and watched as Steve replayed the footage that clearly showed the worker pawing through her top dresser drawer and checking out several pairs of her skimpy underpants. The pair he chose to sniff were actually scandalously brief and almost completely diaphanous. She rarely wore them because they were uncomfortable and were a gift from Steve. Oh yes. He always bought her panties for Chanukah but the gift was actually for him. She dutifully modeled the panties for her husband for a minute or two after which she was fucked in them. Whether she was in the mood or not.
Sue had to smile at Matt standing there fondling her sexy panties. He was a big friendly guy that always sided with her when any discussion of the options of the remodel came up. Steve always wanted his way whether it made any sense or not. Matt would calmly let Steve have his say and then explain how it could be done a bit sooner and a lot cheaper if it was done Sue's way. A quick little smile would come her way as if to say "I got your back here Sue..."
So, as you might imagine, Sue wasn't all that upset over Steve's lurid discovery. She pointed out that the police never investigated anything the time someone stole checks out of their mailbox and they rarely showed up when Steve called to complain about the noisy neighbors behind them.
"Steve, really." Sue began, "What are the chances of him getting thrown in jail over something trivial like snooping? Besides, the job is almost finished and the last thing I want now is some other knucklehead taking over. I'll talk to John about it and he can reprimand his sub himself. It's his responsibility after all. We might even be able to wiggle out a small reduction in the final installment which will have all the changes on it."
Well, now Steve seemed to see the light. The possibility of squeezing the general a little to lighten the load of the final payment was music to his ears. He was leaving for San Francisco on business the next day so he left it up to Sue to deal with the issue. "Be sure to save the video..." He insisted, "Don't delete it."
Sue had no intention of deleting it. Hmmm. So Matt had sneaked into her bedroom and checked out her skimpy little panties! Yes, she enjoyed their spirited conversations each morning when he arrived at the house for work. The pretty housewife always brewed a fresh pot of coffee so the two of them could have a cup while they discussed the plans for the day. And whatever else came up. Sue loved the way Matt would let her finish a thought without interrupting...Something her husband never did. He seemed to be looking right into her eyes when she spoke. Never looking away. Never in a big hurry. Helpful and smiling. Unlike her husband who seemed to be in a permanent bad mood.
So Mrs. Feldman was tingling with anticipation when she heard Matt's truck pulling up outside the house the next morning. She wore her white terry cloth robe with just "Those" panties on underneath.
So, he likes my panties! Sue thought to herself.
Matt Thompson pulled up to the Feldman job in his trusty Ford Pickup. He was almost finished with this job and, for once, he wasn't looking forward to walking away. Every morning Mrs. Feldman was there to greet him with fresh coffee, a toasted bagel and her ever present smile. A smile that brightened his day no matter how bad everything else was going.
Most of his jobs, especially in a neighborhood like Calabasas were nothing like this. People treated you like some low life loser because you worked with your hands. But Sue Feldman was different. Yes she was a lot older than him but, with Sue, it didn't seem to matter. It had taken him a while to come to appreciate her physical attributes but eventually he came to see her as a truly stunningly beautiful woman...no matter what her age. Her long brown tresses, the endearing sprinkling of freckles that splashed across her cheeks, and, of course, her world class breasts! Who wouldn't love going to a job that had all of those perks?
Matt was a bit surprised to see Sue dressed in her bathrobe when she opened the door. Usually she was dressed in a cute little tennis outfit and was ready for the day by the time he got there. He'd never got a chance to catch even a glimpse of her fine form under those circumstances. But, maybe today?
Sue took Matt into the kitchen where they enjoyed the usual cup of fresh coffee and then discussed the final details of the remodel. There was still shelving units to be assembled and installed. Sue asked Matt to give her an approximate idea of how much wall they would take up. Matt took a nearby two by four and held it up to show about how long the shelves would be.
While Matt was holding it up, Sue slipped in front of him to try and get a feel for the size of the units.
Matt got a feel for the cheeks of her butt.
Wow, she's, like, kinda pushing her ass back at me! Matt thought to himself. Her pretty brunette hair was right in his face and he could smell the distinctive scent of her perfume. She began to comment on her opinion of the shelving but Matt, for once, was really not paying attention. He glanced down as she spoke and saw the robe she was wearing beginning to open slightly. The gentle swell of her cleavage was now visible. Matt was only human. With Sue's womanly buttocks now pressing softly against his penis and her sizable tits almost visible, he began to get hard.
