We recently moved to the western suburbs around Chicago, into a newer sub-division. There's been a lot of construction going on and lots of construction workers hanging around. During the summer, while I was unemployed, I enjoyed watching the guys check Sandy out as they drove by. I've kidded Sandy that I wouldn't mind seeing her take on a couple of the guys but she always tells me that most of the guys are either overweight, black, or too old to consider. We do, however, fantasize about her doing other guys while I watch. What follows is a fantasy based on our thoughts and desires.
It's been 2 years since we moved here and although construction is down a bit, there's still plenty going on in one of the sub-divisions next to us. Like I said before, I've kidded Sandy about doing the guys on the construction crews while the kids are at school but nothing ever came of it, until this past summer. I came home early from work one day to an empty house. I sat around waiting for someone to come home. I figured Sandy, my wife, was out shopping and would get home soon. I was there about an hour when a pickup truck pulled up into our driveway. I heard keys in the door to the garage and was surprised when I heard a male voice along with my wife's. "Hi honey, I'm home," my wife called out. "In the den sweety," I replied. My wife walked into the den accompanied by a nice looking guy, about 25 and built. She introduced him as Frank and I shook his hand. "Hi Frank, I'm Dan"
"Pleased to meet you Dan," Frank replied as he stepped towards the front door. "Well, I have to get going. I'll bring those books over tomorrow Sandy, and we can go through them." Sandy smiled and let him out.
"Who was THAT?" I asked my wife. "Oh, he's working on one of the houses nearby. I asked him in to fix that spot over the fireplace."
"Did he do a good job?" I asked. "OH yes...he sure did!" I noticed my wife had a pained expression on her face. "Okay, what's up?"
"Umm...errr...I don't how to tell you this."
"Go on, might as well spill it. I'm gonna get it out of you sooner or later, besides, we've always been honest with one another."
"Well, okay...Uuummmmm, remember that fantasy we've had, well, you've had?"
"Gee, which one, I have so many!!"
"Don't make this more difficult than it is, honey. Anyway, you know, the one about me and other guys? Well, it's no longer a fantasy!"
"WHAT? You mean you fucked another guy? When, where, who?!?!?! and why wasn't I invited?!?!"
"Hey, one question at a time!," my wife smiled, knowing she had me.
"The when was this morning and afternoon. The where was one of the houses over in Plainfield Crossing and the who...well, there was Frank, who you just met, Carl, Tim, Joey and Earl." My face must have shown my extreme surprise, Sandy just smiled, "What's the matter honey? Cat got your tongue?"
"Ummm...well...I...Uh...don't know what to say. I'm kind of disappointed, since I wasn't there, but my cock sure is hard thinking about it!" Sandy knelt down and took my shaft out of my shorts. "Well, let's go upstairs. I need a shower and you could use some relief. Besides, I'm sure you'd like to hear about it." I followed my wife upstairs, noticing that a continuous stream of fluid was leaking down her thighs. My wife casually wiped her thighs with her fingers and licked them clean.
In the shower, Sandy told her story. I came within the first few minutes and then took my time fucking her as she told me of her day. Since our house is new and we had a good working relationship with the builders, we've been calling them to come out and do some touch ups even though the house is out of warranty. Sandy made a call this morning, and was given the name of one of the subcontractors that worked on our house. We had a small crack over the fireplace and wanted it repaired before it caused any problems with carbon monoxide. After making the call, Sandy got dressed in shorts and a tank top and was preparing to enjoy the day gardening.
While she was outside, a pickup truck pulled up on our driveway. Sandy looked over to see a nice looking young guy get out. He approached her and introduced himself as Frank. "Hi, I'm here to look at that crack in the fireplace," he smiled as he shook my wife's hand. Sandy said she could feel his eyes on her as he followed her into the house. After showing him the crack, Sandy worked a bit in the kitchen. She told me she would catch Frank stealing glances at her as she worked, and that she was returning the favor, watching him work on the fireplace. Frank asked for a ladder so he could reach a spot high up on the wall. Sandy showed him where it was and went back to work.
While Frank worked on our fireplace, Sandy offered him something to drink. "Coke would be fine," Frank replied. Sandy poured the Coke and took it over to him. She handed him the glass and blushed, noticing a large bulge in his shorts. "I'm sorry Mam," Frank stammered, "but you look so good, even after having three kids." Sandy felt her nipples harden under Frank's gaze. She mumbled that it was okay and turned to leave when her hand caught on the ladder. The ladder swayed wildly and Frank fell off. Sandy reached out to catch him and her hand brushed across his hardon, meanwhile, Frank reached out to catch himself and managed to grab a handful of Sandy's breasts. His hands clutched wildly at her shirt and ripped it off. "Oh, Sandy, I'm so sorry," Frank was almost in tears. "It's okay Frank, no physical harm done," Sandy replied. "Boy, would my husband love this," she mumbled. "What?" came Frank's reply. "Oh nothing, let me go change and maybe shower. It seems we've spilled Coke all over the place." Sandy went upstairs to the master bathroom and turned the shower on.
After showering and changing, Sandy went back downstairs. Frank was nowhere to be seen. There was a note on the counter top from Frank saying he was sorry and he'd get someone else to do the work. My wife called the contractor that Frank worked for and found out that his crew was at a construction site near our house. Sandy told me she wanted to make sure Frank knew that it was okay and that she wasn't mad. Sandy got directions and the address to the house under construction and drove over. She had changed to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a bra, so as not to cause any "problems." After a short drive over to the other subdivision, Sandy found the house and walked up to the door.