"Slowest crane operator I've ever seen."
The bored look and exasperated voce of site superintendent Dave Morton, watching a pallet of aluminum siding panels move over the edge of the 4th floor of 'his' building.
'His' due to the fact that he runs the show on the ground during construction, and the show had slowed considerably in the last 2 weeks. The only plus to this is that it looks like it's a guarantee that the apartment complex he's working on will take the full 18 months to build, leaving more time to enjoy the neighbor's wife in the process.
Looking down at his phone, he sees that the new message is from his roommate and best friend since their first hitch (tour) in Afghanistan together, Jason.
The message reads
"Cathy got her friend to come to the party tonight. The one from bar 2 weekends ago. Looks like she's in or at least curious."
"Good shit man. Just her, or is her husband in deep with her?"
Not that it would really matter either way if her husband was there with. They're a secondary concern at the parties. But it is more interesting seeing a married woman walk in to a party where she'll spend most of the night getting fucked, with her husband in tow.
The rest of the afternoon went by about as slow as possible, complete with a jobsite meeting to slow the passage of time to a crawl. But inevitably, 4:30 showed up and he was last out to lock the gates, and head to his temporary home...in suburbia hell (or heaven).
That's the thing with working for a company that does specialty work, you're always traveling. But that's nothing new, as he Dave felt like he'd been on the move since he signed the paperwork enlisting himself in the US Army. Volunteering to go Airborne and Ranger only added to the amount of travel, being 'away from home' effectively 6 months out of every year. The only real 'stable time he had enjoyed in the last 13 years were the two spent back in school to finish up a degree in construction management. And that's how he landed the current job, 5 years ago.
The penchant for married women started long before that, going back to his senior year in high school and 'bedding' his first wife while working as a residential carpenter to make money for summer parties between school years.
Right before leaving the jobsite, Jason responded to his question "Looks like he's in too. I told her that her hubby better behave while he's at the party. She said she's taking care of it."
Jason and Dave had run the same 'strategy' the first 3 places they'd been sent with the company. Rent a house out in the suburbs, hit the local bars for the middle age crowd, fortify it with some searching on craigslist, fet, and a few others. Then when they each had one or more wives to enjoy, they would arrange little parties where everyone got to know each other a little better. And they always progressed, with a clear understanding of where everyone stands.
The wives are there to have a good time with Jason and Dave (and if there are others invited, them as well), and their husbands, or cuckolds, are there to serve the wives and cater to everyone's needs. Pretty simple arrangement really.
Dave and Jason do well enough on superintendent checks that they can rent a nice suburban house, always with a pool (it's a deal breaker if there isn't one), and always with at least 4 bedrooms. This is helpful for the sake of the projects (place to stay for specialists, if needed), as well as for fun nights like the one planned for tonight.
As soon as the garage door closed behind his truck, Dave made his way to the garage fridge to stash the extra drinks he picked up for the night. The extra items on the list could only mean one thing: more wives showing up for them and the two friends they'd invited for the party.
Vodka, Malibu and enough hard lemonades to fill a cooler, were unloaded into the garage fridge, just to make sure the collective wives were happy with the selection. Some would get stocked in the tiki bar by the pool, others in the bar in the den.
Always the less cocky of the two of them, Dave walked in to find Jason making noise in the workout room in the basement.
A quick trip down the stairs and around the corner and he was greeted by Jason and another buddy Walt, alternating sets of dumbell curls, their version of primping for the ladies.
"Thought I heard grunting. Good to see you gays down her stroking."
The usual response from Jason didn't disappoint "Curls for the girls, bitch."
"Yeah yeah, more like bi's for the guys" The quick retort before shaking hands with Walt.
"Good to see ya man. About ready for tonight?"
Walt's answer came with a smile and nod "Fuck yeah man. Janet texted to make sure I was going to be here tonight. Like she had to ask..."
"I could be on life support, and have a hard-on for that hot ass of hers" the always colorful Jason pipes up out of the corner.
"Jansen's coming too. He has that one that he pulled out of 'the Brewhaus'. I forget her name...Kate, Kat, or something like that. All I know is she's pretty stacked, and her husband is all about it. They're coming together."
"Looks like we've got 5 for sure then tonight. Good turnout." The quick response coming by way of Jason after finishing his set.
A few more minutes of bullshit and curls (for two of them) before all 3 made their way upstairs to prep for the party.
Jansen showed up before any of the special guests, making his appearance a little before 8 pm. The text messages sent out to everyone told the interested parties that the get together started at 8, so they could show up anytime after that.
Another single male friend of Jason's, Brad showed up, along with two girls that looked to be in their mid to late 20's. Always one to like choices, the rest of the guys assumed one of the two actually liked him, and the other was coming along to be a good friend. But he probably thought he was lined up for a 3some. Poor guy, with his high expectations.
