Karen spotted me in the backyard, right after returning home from visiting a neighbour down the street. I saw her give a huge smile through the window, then she literally burst out of the door and ran over to me, shedding her sweater as she moved. It was a welcome sight, since the t-shirt she was wearing under the sweater was thin and tight, and showed off her huge shapely breasts to perfection.
Why she insisted on covering up her delightful tits whenever she was around anyone but me, kind of escaped me. Actually, it didn't -- I was well aware of the fact that she had been brought up in a strict conservative family, where she had been brought up to believe that her big tits were the devil's playground, designed to do nothing more than drive men into sexual ecstasy. Which is true, of course. And I showed her that by my reaction to her everytime we had sex.
Ironically, she loved sex; she always got very horny, very quickly, especially after a couple of drinks or smoking a joint. Then her sexual inhibitions totally disappeared, and she delighted in seeing how hard she got my cock. But only me. Despite a few suggestions from me over the years, about how exciting it would be to invite a couple of men over so that she could show them her tits, she would have nothing of it.
"I'm not a slut," she said. Too bad. I had many fantasies about her stroking a couple of rock hard cocks while they fondled her tits and pinched her nipples. She would look so good having horny strangers shooting their cum onto her huge chest.
"I was walking by Jennifer Slotsky's place down the street, and I saw a few men working outside on her place, so I stopped in to see her," Karen said excitedly.
"Apparently, they're replacing the entire outside wall of their house with natural stone, and from what I saw of it, they're doing an amazing job. Jennifer said they have unbelievably good reputations, and she's delighted with what they're doing for her. So I asked one of them if they could drop by our place when they finish for the day, and give us a quote on that rock wall and deck you and I have talked about for so long. You know how we've had such trouble getting anybody good to do it. But these guys look like they're exactly what we're looking for!"
She was clearly excited. And I agreed that it would be good to have some real professionals do the work that we'd dreamed about for the past few years.
The three men came over at the end of the day, and after introductions all around, we took them out to the back yard to see what we wanted done. All were fit in that natural, no-gym way that you get when you do hard physical work at your job. Jimmy was the youngest of the group, no more than 21 or so, bright and cheerful. Bill and Dave were both in their late 20s. Dave, the leader of the group, sported a big package in his pants. I don't normally pay attention to guy's crotches, but this was hard to avoid seeing. And not because he was hard.
When the outside examination of the yard was done, we all sat down at our kitchen table. "I like your plans for the back wall, Mrs Coxworthy. Clean and elegant. If we do the job for you, we could probably have it done in 10 days or so," said Dave. Then he quoted a price; high but not absurd.
"That sounds great," my wife gushed. "We accept. When can you start?"
"Well, that's the problem," Dave said. "We wouldn't be able to get to it for about two years. We're fully booked until then."
"Two years!" exclaimed Karen. "We can't wait two years! And how come we have to wait so long, when you just accepted the job for Jennifer Slotsky a couple of weeks ago?"
"Well," Dave said slowly. "That's because we sometimes make special arrangements with special clients. And Mrs Slotsky is one of them. You probably noticed that we start working at her place in the early evening. It's the only way we could fit her in, since we're doing other contracts during the day."
"Well I'm sure if you can make a special arrangement with Jennifer Slotsky, then you can make a special arrangement with us as well. Just tell us what you want."
"OK, here's what would have to happen if we were going to do this job for you. We have a routine that we follow. We'll start work at your place right after supper, then work until dark. Then we sit down with both of you, talk over any issues that have arisen, then smoke a joint together. We'll stay for another half hour or so with you to relax, then leave. You both have to be there for those nightly meetings, and you both have to smoke the joint with us. That's non-negotiable."
I looked over at Karen. This could be interesting. Karen may be a conservative dresser in public, but she gets incredibly horny when she smokes pot. It releases all of her inhibitions and loves to make me cum. For that reason, she only smokes with me. Yes, this could be very interesting indeed.
"That's a rather odd condition for a meeting," Karen said slowly. "But it's do-able. Is that all?"
"No Ma'am. That's just the first condition. The second condition is that anytime that you're with us while we're working, and especially during our evening meeting, you need to be dressed to excite us. I don't mean dressed attractively. I mean dressed to arouse. And that too is non-negotiable."
"What? That's ridiculous! Why should I do that?"
"Well Ma'am, we're all young healthy horny guys with girlfriends. And by taking this job, we're removing all of our free evenings, and therefore all of our sexual outlets. More than that, we take great pride in our work, and are very good at it. That's why we're booked so far in the future. So we can afford to be selective in picking our clients. And you, Mrs Coxworthy, are exactly the type of classy beautiful client that we like. Did you notice the way that Mrs Slotsky was dressed when you came by her place? That's the reason that we were able to squeeze in her job."
"But Jennifer Slotsky was dressed like a whore! I'm not going to be your whore!"
"No Mrs C, that's not what we're looking for. You're way too classy to be a whore, nor do we want one. We just want to get really turned on while looking at you. We're perfectly capable of taking care of our own physical needs then. While you watch, of course."
"I don't think I can do that. There must be some other way we can do this. What if we double your payment?"