It had started out as a family business. The greenhouse that my parents had started had become a going concern over the years. The nearby city of Calgary had doubled in size during my parents busiest years, and the city had fueled demand for bedding out plants of all description. We had started with vegetables, and branched out into shrubs and seedlings for forestry. By the time my parents were ready to retire, the business that I took over had 22 employees plus seasonal workers.
I spent some time at university and met a lovely dark haired girl there who was also in the horticulture faculty. We married after graduation and although no children had arrived yet, we were training hard for the big event. Sheila was lovely, with large milk veined breasts, and well defined aureolae... She had a wonderful fluorescent bikini that made her into a traffic stopper. She was 5 ft 5, with dark red hair and eyebrows, and deep thoughtful eyes that touched my soul the first time I saw her. Our sex life was average, and due to the busy lives we lead, we sometimes didn't get it on for a couple weeks or sometimes more. She was very aggressive when horny, and loved to be nude with the lights on. She didn't like oral sex much however, and very rarely would give me head. She also was very shy about her anal area, and felt that it was too private for me. I touched it with my thumb while fucking her deeply a few times, and she told me that she was uncomfortable with that... so I stopped. I could make her cum quite hard if I took the time to kiss her all over, especially on the backs of her knees. I loved to give her cunnilingus, lapping at her crack like a starved dog. When I fucked her and was really hard, I was long enough to touch her cervix with the tip of my cock. I would insert myself all the way, and try to toy with it as long as I could. After a few strokes, she seemed to lose herself, and always seemed to cum very violently after that.
So we were working at our love life very hard, and our day jobs very hard too...
Bill had hired on with us at the beginning of the summer. He was a horticulture student going into his final year. He was tall and athletic with well defined musculature, and a great sense of humor. He was constantly being teased by his co-workers about his sex life as a single guy, and he just smiled and laughed with them but said nothing.
It was Sunday in July, a time when we would normally be down to a couple workers shipping for the city stores for the new week. Because of holidays and the cost of overtime wages, Sheila and I chose to put together the Monday order. Bill also was working as it was his turn to work Sunday, and since he had no family, had chosen this weekend, because of the overtime pay. We were just completing loading of a van with cut flowers. Bill came around the corner on our new forklift with a large pallet for the truck. Shelia was there with her clipboard, counting, and I was in the truck, blocking the pallets.
Suddenly with a pop, a hydraulic hose on the forklift popped. The pallet Bill was carrying dropped with a thud, and Bill gave a cry of surprise. The hydraulic fluid, hot and oily sprayed Bill from head to foot. It was scalding hot and Bill began to yell, trying to brush it from his arms and chest. It had soaked into his coveralls and was impossible to get rid of. Sheila quickly grasped his coverall straps and undid them, and stripped his coveralls down to the floor. She grasped some toweling from a nearby hand cleaner and began wiping the oil from him. He stood there in his undershirt and briefs and sock feet. The oil had cooled and was nothing more than a mess.
As Sheila wiped, Bill mumbled his thanks, and blushed furiously at being with the owners wife, in his underwear. As Sheila mopped oil from his chest and torso, she gave a gasp of surprise. The underwear, wet with oil, served only to emphasize his manhood, which even completely flaccid, was plainly huge. It came straight out from his groin, and curved sharply down, and went on for ever (so it seemed) before ending in an oversized bulge.
Sheila caught her breath at the sight of such manhood, but quickly recovered and continued wiping up oil from Bills body. I watched the whole thing from the open door of the truck. Just as she completed wiping up the extra oil, I caught Sheila's eye, and she was clearly flushed and excited. I smiled at her, and rushed over to voice my concern. I knew that things were under control, but just wanted to get a closer look at that monster that rested against Bill's thigh.
Sheila returned to wiping and accidentally on purpose, swiped her towel across Bills lower abdomen to complete her task. Bill blushed furiously as he said " that's great, thanks... I can get the rest of it. It had soaked him through in the groin area, and his undershorts clung to him emphasizing every feature for both of us.
I said "Bill, I think you should shower that oil off in the staff shower." We had added a new coffee room and wonderful bathroom and shower for employees only 6 months ago. Sheila took Bills arm and shepherded him towards the shower. We entered the staff area, and I opened the glass door of the large shower and turned the taps on to a soothing cool rain. Bill had gotten some oil in his eyes, and Sheila and I watched as he washed his face at the sink. His briefs stretched tightly against his ass and I noticed Sheila's flushed neck and face had not abated. She met my eyes with a serious look, and I wiped Bills back with a towel, and then carefully and slowly, grabbed his waistband and slid his briefs into a pile on the floor. I straightened and looked into Sheila's face, and smiled wickedly saying " jump in the shower and I will get you some liquid soap."
Bill turned for the shower, and Sheila stood riveted at the obvious weight of his cock as it swung against his muscular thigh. He hadn't realized she was still with us, and blushed furiously. "That's okay Bill, Sheila isn't too shy so don't you be shy either," I said, guiding Bill to the shower. He smiled uncertainly and as what I said sank in, turned and stood with his legs apart, and wiped slowly at the oil on his neck. He looked directly at us, and his cock began to swell. I smiled at Sheila, and she smiled nervously back. I said "just lucky that the oil didn't hit directly in his face." Bill's cock was extending outward from his body now, and Sheila couldn't look away. She grabbed a handful of dry paper towel, and under the pretext of wiping oil, accidentally on purpose wiped across his groin area, brushing against his cock. Bill smiled and said "I need some more oil!"
We both laughed, as Bill turned toward the shower. "I think you should help him with that oil Sheila" I said with an evil grin. Sheila turned to me with the smile of a carnivore and said "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" "Not as long as I can supervise" I said. I reached for her, and pulled her white t shirt loose from her waist, and she raised her hands as I pulled it over her head. "You don't mind some help getting that oil off do you bill?"
