I had that conversation with Stefi, and it changed my perspective, but not much else. I didn't know about her past indiscretions with those college boys, but as she described some of her encounters with them, I was in complete understanding as to why she did what she did. And that helped me to come to terms with why I did what I did. Temptation is a hard thing to deal with in the moment. Maybe I was weak, but it wasn't inspired out of cruelty or a lack of love for Lukas. I was introduced to a new kind of sex with Willy and Stefi, and I really enjoyed it. I wanted more.
So, she made me see how my little fling with Captain Grant, and my fun encounter with Ambrose was foolish and wrong, but also sort of inevitable. My inner sexual awakening was bound to inspire some further exploration. I went about it wrong, but thankfully I had an understanding husband who was willing to forgive my mistake and indulge my new desires to some degree.
But his suggestion of more partners, even strangers, was a shock. He said he wanted me to be his slut-wife. Stefi told me about her night on the beach with Willy, meeting those four young guys and how she serviced each of them while Willy fucked her. I was dripping wet by the end of that tale. And the way she told it was so exciting and sexy, I could tell she really enjoyed it and wanted more. She said that's likely what Lukas has in mind.
And so, when I got that fateful call from Lukas, my nervousness jumped into my head, but it was met with curiosity and anticipation. But I get ahead of myself.
I was working on the weeds around the house, enjoying a second day off in a string of four I had till my next flight. The sun was hot, but there was a lovely breeze, and I had my big straw hat to give me some shade. My new attire, inspired by my husband's love for seeing me in skimpy things, and my exotic role model next door, consisted of a very snug tube top, very short shorts, and gardening boots. Yeah, I looked ridiculous.
I almost didn't hear my cell phone buzzing on the outdoor coffee table where I left it, and rushed to answer. "Hello." I gasped.
"Hey, babe." Lukas said on the other end. "You alright?"
"Yeah, just sweating to death." I sighed. "I'm pulling those weeds I let go for too long, and the sun is brutal."
"Tell me about it." He snickered. "We just finished pouring some concrete for a patio. Been out here without shade for the last four hours."
"Oh, poor baby." I giggled. "What's up?"
"Well, umm... this is kind of a heads up, and kind of a temperature check."
I frowned and shook my head. "I don't know what that means."
"Well, I'm thinking of inviting Andre back to the house for dinner and a couple beers." He said.
It took a few beats for the significance of that to sink in. Dinner and beers. At the house. One of his workers. Then I understood. I never met Andre, but I'd heard of him from Lukas. New guy. Supposedly one of his best. Smarter than most, very eager to take on any job, and very handy with the ladies apparently. I recalled Lukas saying how he had changed girlfriends three times in as many weeks.
"Inviting him over for dinner?" I said tentatively.
"And beers." He affirmed. "Is um, that okay?"
I took another beat before answering. "Is this about... what I think it's about?"
I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "It could be," he said, "if you're okay with it."
"And if I'm not?" I asked.
"Well, I was hoping you'd give it a chance. At least meet him."
I could hear the pending excitement in his voice, and I knew he was imagining the possibilities. And to be honest, so was I. We discussed this, his new fantasy/obsession about sharing me with other men. He mentioned that he might like to see me with some of his regular workers. This could be a huge mistake. I knew that. But I knew he was so eager to try it.
"What if I don't like the look of him?" I asked.
"Then it's a no deal, of course." He said at once. "We can just have dinner, drink a beer or two, and send him on his way. No problem."
I heaved another sigh. "Oh god... okay. Umm... I'll order some stuff from the grocery store."
"Excellent!" he almost cheered.
"What time?"
"We should be there around five. Good?" He sounded so cute with that tone of excitement in his voice.
I couldn't help but giggle nervously. "Five. Dinner won't be ready till six though."
"Perfect." He said. "And, umm, babe? Would you... wear something hot?"
"Hot?" I mused. "Want me to just wear my thigh boots and a smile?"
"Hmm, now there's an image." He growled eagerly. "But seriously. You know what I mean."
I sighed and felt a flutter of butterflies' bloom in my belly. "I'll think of something." I breathed.
"Love you!" he said with a thrill. "See you then."
Five o-clock wasn't all that far away. All I needed to do was order groceries to be delivered, take a shower, find something sexy to wear, do my hair and makeup, prepare a dinner, and meet a total stranger who works for my husband to decide if I want him to fuck me tonight. And I had about three hours to do it. Sure, no problem.
I got my gardening things put away and got started. Hours later, when I heard Lukas pull into the driveway, I had just finished with my makeup, and checked myself out in the full-length mirror. My reflection looked pretty good, actually. I turned one way then the other and my reflection smiled back at me. I think I looked sufficiently hot.
I then looked out the window and saw a small compact car pull into the driveway behind Lukas's truck. The door opened and out climbed a guy who could have been Antonio Banderas's kid brother. He had a little mustache and goatee that gave him that bad-boy look, and his shirt looked very snug. If those were his muscles filling it out, I was in big trouble.
They didn't come in the front, but walked around to the back where Lukas was showing off our view of the canal and the river leading to the inlet in the distance. It wasn't Willy and Stefi's view, but it was nice.
I went out to the patio, and Lukas did a double take when he saw me, I'd chosen a burgundy off the shoulder top with laces in the front that showed as much of my cleavage as I could and still be covered, and a matching frilly mini skirt to show off my best assets. I added some heels that were cute but not too over the top. Something a little trophy wife might wear for guests.
I saw Lukas grin and his eyes were thrilled with what he saw. "Hey, babe." He said eagerly.
Antonio lookalike turned around and I think his jaw fell open. He did a trip up and down my body with his eyes, and I could almost feel his hands doing the same. Those butterflies were getting bigger.
"How about a beer while I finish with dinner?" I asked.
"Great!" Lukas grinned. "Come on, Andre."
I went into the kitchen and made sure everything was still not burning, then I got three beers from the fridge and joined the men on the patio.
"I thought I was gonna meet your wife," Andre said, "not your daughter."
I giggled. "Oh, stop." I handed him his beer and fell into the couch next to Lukas.
Lukas chuckled. "Not quite young enough to be my daughter." He slid his hand up my leg and squeezed my thigh. "But young enough to make me feel like I'm getting away with something." He snickered.
"You stop it too." I swatted his arm playfully. We chatted a little while, and I noticed how Andre kept roaming his eyes from my exposed cleavage to my crossed legs. It was then I noticed how high up my mini skirt was after sitting. I wondered if he'd noticed that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. As nervous as this made me, I also loved the thrill of it.
While he checked me out, I did the same with him. Besides the Antonio B. face with the bad-boy mustache and goatee, he sported a couple interesting pattern tattoos on his left arm. He was probably in his mid to late twenties like me, and stood just a bit taller than my six foot Lukas. But the features that really interested me were his powerful looking biceps, and the bulge under his shorts that I think was getting bigger as we caught one another looking.
After a little chit chat, I excused myself and got up. Andre's eyes went wide when I uncrossed my legs; I think he got quick flash of my bald sex. Dinner was ready so I quickly set out place settings around the dining table and brought two more beers while I switched to wine. All the food was put on the lazy Susan with service utensils, and I called the guys in to eat.
As we sat together, the guys started talking about their current job and how long it was expected to take to finish. Lukas had several more waiting and was planning the schedule in his head. It gave me a chance to really consider what I would do about tonight.
On the one hand, I knew it was a terrific turn on for Lukas. He had been obsessed with the idea of a slut-wife ever since I confessed my two indiscretions, and he wanted to make that fantasy a reality. The problem was it was sort of a one-way street for me. If I did it, and became his slut-wife, it wouldn't end with Andre.
And Andre was his employee. Would he want to come back and do it again? Almost certainly. Would he tell his fellow workers? Also, almost certainly. Would that be a problem for Lukas? I suppose if Andre did anything he didn't like, Lukas would just fire him. That was a deterrent. But what if Lukas let him tell the others? And then I realized it wouldn't end with Lukas's workers. There would very likely be more at some point. Did I really want to let that happen?
I glanced over at Lukas, and I could see the glow of lust in his eyes. I'd seen that look a million times before. He wanted this to happen. And, being honest with myself, I really liked Andre; or at least I liked how he looked. He seemed nice enough, and his build under that shirt kept me wondering what he looked like without it. If I had to have a threesome, Andre would be a very acceptable option.
