Cheating Slut Part 3
For those of you who haven't read the first two parts, I would encourage you to do so. My stories, thus far, are all loosely based on actual events. I will do my best to describe things in as much detail as I can muster. I hope you enjoy the read and support me with positive, constructive feedback. I have blocked anonymous feedback and comments, as there are a lot of jerks out there who like to judge but don't have the balls to do it to someone's face. Hope you can live with yourself.
To briefly describe my wife, Steph. She is about 5'8" with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, very slim with nice B cup breasts. Men often check her out wherever she goes. She keeps herself in good shape by jogging almost every day and loves to sunbathe.
This story takes place several months after the events of the first two stories. It's now mid-August and during this time of year, we store a large amount of wood in our barn for heating during the winter months. This is labour intensive work and usually occurs on the hottest days of the year to ensure the wood is dry.
Since I am quite busy during the summer months, my wife usually hires one or two young men to put the wood in storage. A local company usually provides people to do this sort of job, but at this time, they were unusually busy and had no one available. Fortunately, a young man showed up in our driveway looking for work. He introduced himself to me as Jordan and told me that for fifty dollars he would put the wood away the next morning. I agreed and told him to be here at nine to start and that I would be at work, but my wife would show him where to stack it and pay him when he was done. We shook hands, and he left.
Later that day, I informed my wife that I had found someone to do the work and he would arrive in the morning. She told me that she had plans to go to the beach with a friend but would be able to get him started and be home before he was done to pay him. The next morning, I kissed my wife before I left for work and told her to enjoy the morning at the beach.
Fast forward to the next morning. It was now nine o'clock and a package I was expecting to complete my work had not arrived. I decided to take the rest of the day off and jumped in my car to drive home.