The Contractors Pt 01

PART 1

I'd always wanted to convert the upstairs of our garage into a small apartment so that we could rent it out as an AirBNB. It was silly, we had all this space above our 2-car garage and it was just being used as storage for our Christmas decorations. We're up on a hill, so I figured, if we added some stairs and a wooden deck, and if we redid the inside and added the plumbing for a full kitchen and bathroom, we could have a very nice studio apartment.

My wife is the one with the money, so I had to convince her. She thought it might be more trouble than it was worth, but eventually I got her to agree.

I thought we'd have an extra thousand dollars a month in passive income, and I sat down with Beth and showed her how the space would pay for itself and then start bringing in dividends within a year. I also sold her on the idea of the apartment increasing the value of the house, which it certainly would. That was all it took, Beth loved that house. Her father had bought it for us for our 15th wedding anniversary. Yeah, I know, not very relatable. He's wealthy though, so dropping 1.7 mil on a house for his daughter is not that big of a deal to him.

Beth has a mind for business like her dad and she made a fortune with a chain of hair care retail stores. If you live in the Albany area, you've probably heard of Les Tresses, they were everywhere there for a while, but five years ago she sold it off and made a bundle. Now she concentrates on charity work and she's on lots of boards and stuff.

Me? I raised our kids. We had a very natural arrangement, she made the money, I kept house and got our girls where they needed to go. I know, I know, also not relatable. In fact, it was just about the opposite of the traditional Leave-It-To-Beaver arrangement. But I made peace with not being the breadwinner a long time ago.

Now we're empty-nesters with Hallie off at SUNY and my eldest Gail is working as a paralegal in Philadelphia and studying for the bar exam.

It all happened so fast. My life I mean, not the thing this story is about, although that happened pretty fast too.

I'm 47 years old and look every bit of it. My wife Beth, on the other hand, is a year younger than me but looks a decade younger. She takes very good care of herself. Every morning she takes a class, Yoga, Gyrotonics, Pilates, whatever. She likes to bike when the weather is good, and she even ran a half marathon last year. She also gets her hair done every other week and has a regimen of creams and lotions that she's been doing for years--and it's all worked. She's a knockout.

In pornography terms, the word MILF suits her just fine. She has large natural breasts and a slight tummy that looks proportional with her body. She's got wide hips and a round ass. I guess you can tell from that description that I'm still very hot for my wife, even after 25 years of marriage.

I know what you're thinking, get to the good stuff Jay! Okay okay, here it goes. I've never written anything like this before, so please bear with me...

How It Started:

The contractors we hired for the garage job were very good looking twin brothers. I don't usually describe guys as good looking, I generally don't notice what a guy looks like. I mean, I can tell if someone's ugly, but I don't go around thinking, ooh that guy has chiseled features, or wow he must work out or anything like that. I usually only realize a guy is good looking by how other people act around them, but with the Sutton brothers, even I noticed.

They looked like freaking movie stars. Not modern movie stars either, they looked like they could star in westerns from the fifties or something. They were tall and rugged, with sandy blonde hair and wide shoulders. Their arms bulged with muscles, but not the kind you get from being a gym rat, the kind of muscles you get from doing physical labor.

These were the type of guys that, given an ax and a couple of saws and a hammer, and they could build you a house.

At our first meeting, Beth and I explained what we were after and walked around the garage with them and talked mainly about the budget, and when they left in their trucks, we just looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Those two can't be real!" she said.

"When they first got here, I thought you were punking me and they were going to start stripping!" I said.

"If only!" my wife said.

I laughed it off. It was funny, and I wasn't the jealous type or anything. But it was unusual for Beth to talk about how a guy, or guys in this case, looked. The bid they came in with was actually a little under what we'd budgeted, so we went with the Sutton twins. They said they'd start work a week later.

That weekend we had lunch with our friends, the Ryans. They're a married couple like us, but their kids were a bit younger. I mentioned that we were getting our garage done and Malik asked who we'd hired.

When I said the Sutton brothers, Tam, Malik's wife, chimed in quickly. "Oh the Suttons?" she let out a whistle and looked at Beth, "girl, have you met them yet?"

Beth just laughed.

"What?" Malik asked.

"They're um... Handsome guys." I said awkwardly.

"Handsome?" Tam shook her head. "That's not the word. Those boys are fine. No, they're not even fine, they're foine." She looked at Beth. "You know what I mean? Foine."

Malik looked at Beth questioningly.

Beth nodded. "Foine." she agreed.

"They came in under budget and I heard they do good work." I said.

"Yeah I heard they do good work too." Tam said.

Beth laughed. "Oh you're wicked."

"They're wicked, I've heard stories hun..."

"No, but it's going to be good to fix up the garage finally." Beth said. "Jay's been talking about it for a while now, so I'm glad we're finally doing it."

My wife had deftly changed the topic, but I wondered if she would've pressed Tam for more info had they been alone.

*

When our twin contractors first started, I couldn't tell them apart. But once I'd talked to each of them a few times and gotten to know their slightly different personalities, I figured it out.

Lance's face was slightly rounder and he was more upright and stiff. Anthony was more angular but had a more slouchy relaxed posture. Lance was more formal, Anthony was a bit goofy and quick with a wide smile. They both worked very hard.

In fact, on the second day, Beth commented that they were working too hard. I noticed her looking out the kitchen window for the second time in one night. "Are you checking out our contractors again?" I asked.

"It's after six!" she said. "They got here at eight in the morning. They're machines!"

"They took a lunch break." I said.

"It's hot out there too," she said. "They're all sweaty."

"Bring them something to drink." I said. "There's a six pack in the fridge."

She seemed to think that was a good idea. She took the beer and left and I watched out the window as she approached the sweaty muscular men. I was really just casually looking out the window when a very unexpected feeling came over me.

I think it was the way Lance looked at her. She was wearing a button-up cream colored top with a thin white bra under it, and I'd noticed earlier in the evening that the outline of her nipples was visible. She was also in yoga pants that showed off her amazing ass.

Something about her in that outfit, bringing beer to those manly studs was super erotic to me. I watched her say something to Lance and he nodded and responded and then Anthony, who was sawing some two-by-fours stopped what he was doing, moved his safety goggles up onto his head, and came over to join the conversation.

He said something and Beth laughed and he laughed louder and took the six pack. He gave one to his brother and one to Beth and took one for himself. Anthony opened his, then noticed Beth having trouble with her bottle so he opened it for her and handed it back.

It looked like he was proposing a toast and they all clinked their bottles and then they just stood there talking and drinking.

I don't know why, but I was aroused. Actually, I was hard as steel just from looking out the kitchen window. I think it was because the 'right' thing would've been for me to have gone out there with her, but I liked my position as an observer much better. And the fact that I knew Beth thought they were good looking guys--hot even--and here she was drinking with them on a September evening. I don't know why, but I enjoyed the sight immensely.

Then something happened that made it even better. Anthony and my wife went into the garage together.

Presumably, he took her up the stairs to show her something, but just the action itself. He said something to her, walked into the garage and she followed. Lance went over and went back to sawing, and I pictured my wife all alone with Anthony, beers in hand, up in that rough space.

I imagined him pushing her up against the wall and kissing her deeply. It was too much. I knew, KNEW, that she would enjoy that immensely. I was too turned on, I pulled my cock out right there in the kitchen and came in thick spurts all over the counter and cabinets.

I was suddenly mortified.

I got some paper towels and wiped myself off, then got some more and wet them and cleaned the cum off my cabinets. Once I'd erased all evidence of my shameful act, I went into the living room and turned the TV on.

Beth came in a few minutes later, still holding her beer. I must've looked a bit sheepish, because she gave me a strange look before she plopped down next to me and handed me the beer. I sipped it. "Were they glad you brought them some refreshment?"

"Yeah, Anthony said he wouldn't drink one unless I had one too," she said. "He showed me what they're up against with the plumbing, I guess whoever did it originally never intended for it to be changed. He said it might take a bit longer than expected."

"Huh," I said.

"That's it? 'Huh?' You don't seem too upset. It might blow our budget."

"That's to be expected with this kind of thing," I said. I didn't want to tell her the real reason it didn't bother me: I wanted to have more opportunities to see my sexy wife interacting with the stud Sutton twins.

Awakening:

It became kind of an obsession with me. Over the next couple of days I had my antenna out, looking for any signs that my wife might be flirting with one of the Suttons. Unfortunately, nothing beyond banal pleasantries--good mornings and see ya tomorrows--were exchanged.

Then, on a Thursday afternoon, I got home from the grocery store and Beth was sitting on the back steps talking to Anthony. He stood in front of her with a sweat-stain on his t-shirt in the shape of a heart. He held a hammer in his hand and seemed to be telling her a story. Beth was barefoot in a pair of shorts with a hoodie on and her hair pulled up.

Anthony looked up at me and waved and then went on with his story. I couldn't hear what it was about, but I sat there in the car and watched them for a moment. She was looking up at him, hanging on his every word, and I just sat there and watched her.

It was so clear that she wanted him. I was getting an erection, so I quickly got out of the car and got three bags of groceries out of the trunk. I walked toward the back steps as Anthony was finishing his story. "...so I said, 'let's just go tell her what happened now,' but Lance was too scared. He wanted to go to a nursery and try to find lookalikes!"

"Oh that's a terrible idea," Beth said.

"I know. So anyway, when we got there the next day, the lettuce was all gone! We asked her where it went, and guess what she answered."

"No..."

"Yeah, she'd harvested it and used it for a salad. She didn't even notice the paint. She'd had some kind of dinner party and fed all her guests salad featuring lettuce she'd grown in her own garden!"

"And no one noticed they were eating paint?"

"If they did, no one told her!"

I brought the groceries up the steps and into the kitchen as Beth laughed a bit too long at his anecdote. I came back out and Beth stopped me. "Honey, Lance had to go out of town for a while. Anthony just told me."

"Yep," he said. "It's not going to slow us down because we've got the plumber coming in anyway. Really, when the plumber's around, Lance and I just kind of stand around and watch."

"Oh okay," I said. "No problem. You want a cup of coffee or something?"

"Oh no, I'm just taking a little break. I need to get back to it." He said. "Nice talking to ya Beth."

"Yeah, you too Anthony," she said. He walked away and Beth got up to help me with the bags. I was in a state. Something about the way they'd said each other's names had seemed intimate, or like they'd made a connection and that was their way of cementing it. Maybe I was crazy.

While we put the groceries away, I tried to pump her for information. "So what was Anthony talking about?" I asked casually.

"Just some of the eccentric people they've worked for over the years," she said. "He's really funny."

"Yeah I heard," I said. "What's up with Lance?"

"Oh he's got to go fix some damage to an investment property they've got in the Adirondacks. Apparently there was a bad storm and their neighbor told them that part of their roof was torn off."

"Jesus," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "Oh I talked to Tam last night and got the gossip on those two."

"I knew she had a story she wanted to tell you!" I said.

"It's no secret," she said. "You know that couple that runs the dog grooming place down on Jake Street? The big one with the pink sign?"

"Oh yeah, what are their names?"

"It's Samantha and Robert something-or-other. Anyway, I guess Lance Sutton nearly broke up their marriage!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, the Suttons did some work on their place and I guess Lance started up with Samantha. Well it was probably just a fling for Lance, married woman and all, but here Samantha got obsessed. She was basically stalking him and she wanted to leave her husband and all... I guess it got messy. Lance had to get a restraining order against her."

"Holy shit," I said.

"Yeah, I guess he rocked her world."

"So are Samantha and Robert divorced now?"

"No, I think they're working it out. They're seeing a counselor," she said.

"Wow," I said. My hands were shaking for some reason, as I put the milk in the fridge.

"Yeah, I can't imagine their marriage would survive that," she said. "I guess Roibert is a pretty forgiving guy."

"Yeah," I said. Some strange force took over my body and I added, "I would."

"You would what?" she asked.

"Forgive you," I said. "If you had an affair."

"WHAT?" She was somewhere between amused and freaked out.

"I would forgive you," I said. "I mean, I love you and we could get through that."

She shook her head and scoffed. "Well I wouldn't forgive you mister, so don't get any ideas!"

I shook my head. "I could never cheat on you in a million years," I said.

"Good," she said.

"I might be built differently though," I said. "The thought of you cheating on me actually turns me on a little."

She nodded. "Oh I see, you've got some little porno fantasy all worked out huh?" I must've looked a bit embarrassed because she laughed at me. "Is it like when we were on vacation and you got me to piss on you?"

Now I had to laugh. "Yeah, I guess it's kinda like that," I said.

"Because that was kinda fun," she admitted. "Do you imagine me sneaking around behind your back? Going to hotel rooms and getting all secretive with my phone?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I said.

"Well you can keep dreaming buddy, that's never going to happen!"

I pulled her in and gave her a hug. "I just like the idea of you getting so turned on you couldn't help yourself," I whispered. "And the idea of me knowing I couldn't stop you and just accepting it. There's something... Special about the thought."

"Oh good god, you're a sicko," she said. But I started to kiss her on the neck and she responded.

I reached up under her hoodie and was surprised that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I felt her tits and her nipples were very hard. I kissed her mouth and she gave me a couple of little licks as I slid my hand down the front of her shorts.

She was sopping wet!

She was hot too, and I knew her body was telling me something she wasn't ready to admit in words.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her shorts down. She helped and got them off and took a wide stance as I dove between her legs. She held onto my head and the counter for stability and ground herself into me. I made my tongue get to work and began licking her desperately over and over, and she tasted amazing. So sweet and sticky.

I sucked on her clit and she shuddered in pleasure and gripped my hair. My knees hurt, but I took the pain. My mouth was in heaven and I loved the submissive nature of our position.

As my mouth worked, I looked up at my wife and was surprised that she was looking down at me with an expression of wonder. When we made eye contact, she began to shudder again, more violently this time, and I felt her gush into my mouth. I closed my eyes and revelled in the moment but then it was cut short by a knock at the back door.

Beth pushed me back onto my ass and pulled her shorts back on. I could see Anthony looking in, and even at his angle he must've gotten an eyeful.

He could probably see my wife's beautiful ass as she shimmied back into her shorts. She headed to the door, and I was rock hard with a glazed face, so I went the other direction and headed for the living room. "I'm sorry!" I heard Anthony say. "I just wanted to let you know that I was going to be using the sander for the next couple of hours. It's really loud."

"Oh that's okay honey, you do what you have to do," my wife said.

"People usually find it annoying," he continued. "So I like to give some warning. I didn't mean to invade your space."

"It's fine, you do what you have to do, don't worry about us!"

He said something else, but I couldn't hear it. When Beth came in, she was bright red.

"I don't think he saw anything," I said.

"He saw everything!" she said. "That was so embarrassing! I won't be able to look him in the eye now!"

"No, come on, it's not like that," I said. "I mean, he saw me going down on you, so what? He probably just thinks we have a hot marriage and we do. We're all adults right?"

"I'm mortified," she said. She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a vodka on ice. I was still turned on from eating her out and getting caught was kind of a bonus to me. I didn't see what the big deal was.

I thought I might've planted a seed in her mind, but I wasn't sure what would grow out of it yet.

*

Beth had a board retreat the next day and left the house early. I had the place to myself and I planned to do some 'research.' I got on the computer that we share in Beth's office and opened an incognito-mode window. I typed the word 'cuckold' into the search bar and scanned the results.

I was disappointed. It was mostly porn, but like just basic porn-scenes with women who had breast implants and wore lingerie and makeup. The only thing that made it 'cuckold' was that there would be a guy kind of watching or hanging around nearby.

There was also a lot of racist-sounding terminology that turned me off too. I would never, in my life, refer to a black man as a 'bull' under any circumstances. I almost thought that maybe I wasn't a cuckold, and that there was something else going on with me that didn't have a name, but then I found a forum that didn't allow pictures or videos. It was just people talking about the cuckold kink.

The post that did it for me was a guy whose wife had told him that she wanted to fuck her personal trainer, and asked him if it was okay.

Apparently, this guy had a relationship with his wife that was similar to mine--she was the breadwinner and he did most of the chores around the house. He said there were all kinds of imbalances in their relationship, but that it didn't bother him. He said that sex between them almost always involved him giving his wife oral, but that she never reciprocated.