"They're here." Shouted Jane up the stairs to her husband Charlie.
"Ok, be down in sec." Came the muffled reply, through the closed bedroom door.
There were three of them; a couple of young lads in their late teens or early twenties, and a bloke of about mid-thirties who was clearly in charge. He introduced himself as Mick.
They were here to landscape the gardens. A weeks work in the height of summer, and it was clear the two younger lads would be doing most of the grunt work while Mick supervised and did more of the design, planting and layout.
Charlie finally came downstairs and introduced himself to Mick, appraising him at the same time as they shook hands. A solid hand shake he noticed, strong and purposeful.
Mick nodded his head towards the two young lads. "That's Dan and Joe, they'll be doing most of the preparation work." Charlie gave a brief wave in their direction with both lads returning the gesture, with a cursory "alright?"
For the next half an hour they toured the garden, reconfirming what was to be done after the sales reps initial visit and quote about a month ago.
"So what about beds, what type of bedding would you like." Mick said in all innocence, clearly referring to flower beds.
Charlie however chirped up "Blooming eck Mick that's a bit forward in't it, you've only just met us." Before laughing at his own weak gag and winking at Mick.
Jane rolled her eyes. "Here we go." She thought to herself.
Mick gave a puzzled, rueful smile, the lines creased on his forehead, as if to say "Did he really just say that?"
"Nice one, but you know I meant flowers and plants right." Said Mick.
"Never mind him and his innuendo, thinks he's funny, he picks up on all sorts and tries to make a smutty comment about it." Chipped in Jane.
Later, when they were alone Jane confronted Charlie. "Oh, by the way. You can knock that shit off for a start, I am not having a week of smutty remarks while they are here OK."
"What?" Charlie shrugged, feigning indignation.
"You know what, you took one look at Mick...and knowing you even Dan and Joe...and you immediately thought up some fantasy about them and me getting it on, and started with the smutty comments. I told you before its not going to happen."
"Ah come on, it's just a bit of harmless fun then isn't it. You've told me a thousand times you won't fuck another man for me, so I know nothing will happen. I will just have to dream about it. It does no-one any harm, but does me the power of good, especially when I'm having to do all these mundane chores on the house this week."
"It's embarrassing. The look on Mick's face should have told you that. And it's uncomfortable for me too; you hanging me out there like some kind of sex bait. What happens if someone took you seriously and tried it on...stop, don't answer...I know it's what your hoping for, but I am not, and it could be seriously scary for me, so stop it."
"Ok...ok I'll do my best, but damn they are good looking boys. All of them lean and muscled from their manual labour; they're a bit of rough. I mean its a cliche isn't it! It's a set up made for a great fantasy. Three strange guys working at a house where a sexy MILF lives, with a hubby who dreams of being cuckolded...it's a perfect script."
"ENOUGH." Jane shouted.
"Two of them are only just out of shorts. How can it even cross your mind that I would ever consider letting lads so young have sex with me. That's just wrong."
"No it a'int, they are old enough, so they are eligible. There are many women out there who would love to be pleasured by lads half their age, the problem is all yours."
"Well I am not one of them." Jane seethed as she turned and walked away.
Charlie, being Charlie could not help notice that Jane had said nothing about Mick however. And Charlie being Charlie took this as a positive sign, and used it to fuel his imagination for the rest of the day. So much so that he had to nip to the loo a couple of times to relieve the tension.
As the week wore on, Charlie discovered his best was not enough, and he could not contain himself from dropping hints and innuendo to Mick when Jane was not around. Nothing to in your face to start with, but enough for Mick to start to wonder if there was something behind Charlie's comments; whether he was hoping for a reaction.
Mick had to admit, Jane was a sexy woman. Great tits, nice curvy figure, superb arse - she would make a great hot wife. He found himself thinking about her more and more, and noticed himself harden as he did.
On the fourth day of the garden work, when Charlie had nipped out for some paint for one of the bedrooms, Mick took the opportunity to question Jane about Charlie.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, what's with Charlie and all the smutty comments, only he's getting pretty full on with it now."
"What do you mean? I warned him to stop after the first time he met you...are you saying he hasn't let up?"
"Ah...erm, I don't want to start a domestic. I thought you'd know, sorry. Sounds like I have dropped him in it."
"Look, I'll have a word, he erm, has this thing, which I am not going to get in to with you, but it is becoming embarrassing for me now. He needs to knock it off. Out of curiosity, what has he been saying. I hope to god it was nothing to erm, specific."
"Well he started off with the odd remark here and there, you know, a bit like his comment the other day, but now he seems to pick up and use everything and twist it. Then this morning he asked me something outright that, well I guess it could be described as bloke chat, but I got the impression he really wanted to know details."
"Like?" Jane seethed.
"You sure you want to know, it seems a bit inappropriate talking to his wife about this, I don't want no trouble.I mean I don't really know either of you, but he's driving me nuts to be honest."
"Tell me." Jane said defiantly. "I have to know how far he's gone to sort it."
"Well...ok if you're sure. So, this morning I was on my knees planting when he approached me and asked what I was doing, and what the tool was that I was using. As soon as I told him I knew he was gong to make some remark. I told him I was using my dibber to plant some seeds. He fell about laughing, and said to me, I bet you get to do that a lot don't you...using your dibber to plant your seed in someone else's bed. Jammy bugger."
"I mean, I knew it was coming as soon as I said it. Should have known better not to feed him the ammunition, but it's almost like your fucking compelled to."
Jane was shaking her head.
"That's not all. He then plain asked me if...well you know...erm, if me and the lads get hit on a lot by frustrated housewives doing this job. He asked if we got offered...if you will excuse the language, this is what he said not me...lots of pussy and if we ever accepted the offer."
Jane blushed, as she murmured. "Jesus, that's a new low even for Charlie, I hadn't realised he had gotten so bad. Fucks sake."
"Look I'm sorry about him Mick, he has gone too far this time. This is so awkward. I shouldn't be stood here talking to you about this stuff, as you said we barely know each other and it puts me in a really difficult position. I can't have this everytime someone comes to the house, or everytime we go somewhere."
"So what is it he wants?"
"Mick, as I said, I am sorry you have to put up with this, and I hope you see the job through, but I will understand if you don't want to finish it. But I don't think it's right for me to open up and tell you all our private stuff."
"Ok, fair enough. I will finish the job. We have thick skins me and the lads, it's awkward, but at the end of the day blokes chat shit all the time, we'll cope. I am not about to walk off the job just because some guys got a major obsession with seeing his wife have sex with other men."
Jane was speechless. She was literally flabbergasted he had just come right out and said it and didn't quite know how to reply. So she looked at her feet, anything but look Mick in the eye and admit he was right.
"Thought so." Said Mick, taking Jane's silence and body language as confirmation he had the situation down pat.
"For the record Jane, I told him the truth to his questions. The answer was yes on both counts. I think Charlie liked my answer."
Then he walked away leaving Jane to contemplate the obvious insinuation by his admission of having been offered, and willingly accepted, sex from frustrated or lonely women on other jobs they had worked on.
She felt really vulnerable right then, knowing her husband wanted her to screw other men while he watched, and now knowing that at least one guy, possibly three, was willing to oblige.
Confusingly, she also found that she felt excited by the thought of being fucking by three guys at once, but especially Mick.
He was a good looking, ripped guy - she thought he looked a little like Jason Statham - similar physique, shaved head, bit of stubble, chiselled hard body, strong and powerful. Such thoughts began to swamp her head and she stood daydreaming for a while, and soon discovered that juices also swamped her cunt at the thought of him between her legs.
Despite these hedonistic, raw feelings she reproached Charlie as soon as he walked in the door. She did not tell him all of it. She kept out the part about Mick admitting they had taken up women on their offers. She told him that it had to stop or she would tell Mick and the lads to leave, or she would leave until the job was done. And she would leave for good if he kept pushing the agenda in future.
She had noticed however, with some disquiet, that the words were not spoken with the previous conviction they once had been; that she felt oddly conflicted as she admonished her husband. She walked away from him drained with the turmoil raging within her.
