The New Dec's Ramifications

This story is inspired by the replacement of our deck back in '22 and the carpenter that did do the work with my help to some degree. The reality is that Mark had done some flirting in the form of teasing while we got the project done in 5 days with a weekend in there. As I said this is a fictional story inspired by the replacement.

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To start with, back in '15 I wanted to replace our deck. I had ignored it for the 4 years we had owned the house. It wasn't in great shape when we bought and honestly I wanted to tear it down then. Instead, her Highness decided I should paint it as her brother had done to theirs. So, Kristina picked out colors and I got 3 gallons of the paint for the decking and 1 gallon of white for the handrails. It took a couple weeks with cleaning the decking and hand rails between weather systems. The deck had to dry after cleaning before painting so it was a 5-day span to clean and paint just the decking. Then we hit a rainy patch and it was almost 2 weeks later when I could clean and paint the railing as they were far more labor intensive. I hated the job!

So now in the fall of '22, Kris decided we should replace the deck. She met a friend of a friend while out walking and learned that Stacy's husband was a carpenter. Kris said she wanted to do the deck but hadn't found anyone that would even call back about a price. Kris related to me that Stacy had something like 'that's a rather expensive project' which I had already expected.

So on the following Thursday evening Mark came over and we talked. Well, Mark did a lot of talking to Kris as I sat and listened until Kris looked at me and asked, "How does that sound to you honey?"

I looked at the sample that Mark had brought and asked about the grooves on each side. Mark informed me that this was the sample that would be held in place with clips to the joists. He said the composite decking we'd be using was actually top-screwed into place then a tapered wood-grain appearing plug would be tapped into place with a hammer. The screw holes would be blended in with the decking. We'd get a price on Monday or Tuesday.

We agreed to the price and the following Thursday I started demo of the old decking. I had my circular saw, saws-all, small sledge and 2 pry bars (larger & smaller) and got busy. I had all the hand rails down except along the steps and the upper perpendicular to bolster the step-rails. With a finicky right knee and poor balance due to arthritis pain med I'm on so I needed the step-rails until they had to go.

I was going like gang-busters and cut a section of decking so I could start prying up the boards. I got some up and it was quitting time as it was getting dark. I got something to eat then showered. Kris was around the house somewhere while I ate. I found her in bed watching some show on the DVR. She paused the show and asked, "How's the project going?"

I sighed and said, "I bet it would've gone better if you'd inspired me with a bit of a show walking around without a top on for a couple minutes anyway."

"Oh honey, it's too cold to do that."

"I'll raise the thermostat for a while."

"No you won't do that. The deck is pulling a lot of money and I wouldn't walk around that way anyway. We're getting too old for that kind of thing."

Kristina is 68, quickly approaching my favorite number, and I'd like to indulge in that kind of activity but my now 5' tall wife of 47+ years isn't really into that. Actually, she hadn't been into that for well over a decade. Ah well, hope springs eternal!

I spent Thursday removing the handrails and balisters. I was piling all of that along the back of the house from the Bilco door and heading toward the deck. I had most of it down by Thursday evening around 5.

Friday morning, Mark showed up around 11:30. A delivery of the decking had shown up around 11 and I was waiting for help to get the delivery into the back yard. We hadn't gone for a building permit since we weren't changing the footprint of the deck. We were improving the structure but not altering it. So we reasoned: no change, no permit needed.

We moved everything into the back but it took its toll on my knees. My right knee had been drained in August and both had gotten some WD-40 or something. My left knee, was feeling pretty bad by the end of the day. I was limping through the weekend. By Monday it wasn't so bad, I was limping just a bit.

Mark went inside to hit the bathroom and I went inside to get some water. I hear him talking to Kris about how relaxed she looks. I know she's lying in bed either watching the TV/DVR or reading. Kris says, "I hope Paul isn't getting in the way...he can be...annoying."

"No, he's actually helping quite a bit. I might be faster by myself but he's also learning some stuff as well."

"That's good. At least he isn't bothering me."

"Bothering you?"

"Nothing major, just his normal maleness."

"Normal maleness???"

"Yes, it's nothing new: comments, suggestions, more PDAs than I care for any more. I've heard it from so many men over the years. You haven't been the normal male though."

"Well Kris, I really haven't had the chance to spend much time with you..."

"But you haven't stared at my chest or said anything about my boobs."

I heard Mark chuckle, "Well I haven't had the chance because Paul has always been around so I wouldn't..."

"Is that the only reason why?"

"Well...I did notice but I didn't want to be rude or obnoxious and stare at what I saw."

"Thank you I appreciate that Mark. You really are a nice guy." She sounded just a little different. Then the shock hit me, "So would you be interested in seeing them or would that offend you or would it be a sin? I know you and Stacy are quite religious so I don't want to offend you..."

"Stacy converted from Baptist and like many converts she works doubly hard to be....Catholic. I've been Catholic all my life and I sin and confess. I'd be very interested in seeing whatever you're willing to show me but I need to get back outside soon or Paul will wonder." It was a few moments later I heard, "Oh geez Kris...OH they are magnificent....but I gotta go."

"Maybe we can figure something out for a bit of time together...."

"Mmm...they look so big and soft Kris...I wish I....I gotta go now."

I slipped into the laundry room and opened the door as I heard the screen door smack shut. I acted like I was coming into the house to go to the bathroom. I didn't see Kris as I used the main bathroom. When I came out Kris was waiting for me smiling and she said, "Hi honey, how's the deck coming along?"

"Good Kris, what are you up to?" She had her plaid fleece robe on and I wondered if she were naked underneath but I couldn't ask or figure out how to find out without letting her know I was suspicious.

"I was reading a book in the bedroom and trying to stay out of the way." I thought 'you certainly got in Mark's way, I bet he walked out half-hard and he was probably relieved not to see me.' I walked to the laundry room and through the garage.

Mark was working on getting the deck off the joists by cutting along one joist and using the board to leverage the screws out of the adjoining joist. It was fairly quick and efficient. Once we had half the deck stripped of the old boards we went to work putting joists between the existing joists. The original joists were set at 24" and the composite decking needed to be on 16" centers. So we added the extra joists to bring it to 12" on center, so much better. We set down the composite decking with joints at alternating locations. Since the deck is just about 10' from house to edge we cut the 1

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16' board then centered it. Mark screwed it down and then we screwed the next 3' section after cutting off just enough to leave 1/2 of a joint for the seam. We cut the next piece and then we seamed another board then we did a full board then started the pattern in reverse.

The pattern continued until we got to the end with a full board to cover the ribbon joists of 2 boards. This was finished and we rolled the grill to the finished side then started ripping up the other half of the deck. We quit after ripping up the old decking.

Saturday and Sunday were quiet as I was recovering from the physical exertion of Thursday and Friday. My knees were sore and I was limping slightly. Monday morning I was up at 6 and pacing. Mark showed up a little after 10 and asked, "So what's Kris doing today?"

"I don't know, we hadn't discussed her plans for the day during breakfast."

We got started putting down the new decking. An hour later Mark went to the bathroom and I walked around through the garage. I started through the laundry room and heard Mark saying, "...how was your weekend?"

"Pretty good, although Paul was suffering a bit."

"I noticed him limping a bit, but how was YOUR weekend?"

A giggle from Kris, "What are you asking Markhew?"

"Just wondering if you had a good weekend or a great weekend." Kris watched Mark waggle his eyebrows and she understood his meaning. Kris didn't have to lower her gaze much to notice Mark's crotch. She saw the bulge was there and she wondered if he was aroused or if that was 'normal' size for him. The thought 'a shower or a grower' crossed her mind and she knew she had to learn the answer at some point in the not-too-dirtant future.

"It was a good weekend, how was your weekend? Did you and Stacy do anything special?"

"Every weekend is special and we had a great weekend." Kris watched Mark's gaze drift slowly downward and he smiled. Kris remembered meeting Stacy while walking with Rose and thinking Stacy could stand to gain some weight, she was so skinny. Kris thought that maybe Stacy was somewhat small-breasted but she had been wearing a jacket. That might explain his appreciation of her 34D chest. She realized her pussy was a little warm with those thoughts.

(Over the last month Kris had agreed to let Paul use her glass G-spot massager on her pussy. It had been quite a while since they'd had any sexual contact, well over a year in fact. Every few days they'd cuddle and after some time Paul would warm the glass toy Kris would slip into her pussy then Paul would work it around in her for as long as she wanted. The time Kris would tolerate the toy lengthened from 5 minutes to about 20 and Kris had said she'd been able to slip it in easier each time.)

Kris knew Mark was almost 5 years younger than her and Stacy was about 6 months older than Mark. Mark was in good shape standing around 6' or a little taller. His shoulders were wide, waist was fairly trim and he moved very confidently. His hair was light brown and it covered all his head whereas Paul had lost a lot of his hair. Kris noticed Mark's hands were larger than Paul's and Paul's were pretty large. When Paul had ordered latex gloves from Amazon he had ordered 'large' and it was difficult to get them on. He ordered extra large the day after the large gloves arrived. Kristina found Markhew more than a little attractive.

Paul slipped in through the garage after Mark had gone inside. Paul tiptoed through the laundry room and the kitchen and stood in the foyer between the kitchen and the hall to the bedrooms. He was very disappointed to hear, "Ohh yess Mark suck my nipple, ohh." A moment later, "Kris I need to get back outside..."

"You can lick and suck a little longer."

"Kris I need to go or Paul..."

Paul thought Kris sounded frustrated, "Fine, go but we need to plan..." Paul had tiptoed to the screen door and smacked it against the frame as if he were entering. He walked to the kitchen and saw Mark coming down the hall. He couldn't see if Mark's cock was hard but he imagined it was from what he'd heard.

Mark walked into the kitchen and asked, "What's it looking like Paul?"

"I've cleaned up the cut-offs and I think we're ready to start the second half when you are." Paul filled his Keurig travel mug with water and walked back to the screen door and carefully stepped out.

Late afternoon Mark went back in to the bathroom. Paul stepped inside quietly and listened. He walked down the hall and stepped into 'his bedroom/computer room' with the door mostly closed. Mark had been using the hallway bathroom since the project started. The main bathroom door was closed as he heard the toilet flush and Mark came out shortly. Then he heard, "Hi Kris" and a muffled response. A moan came from the bedroom and Kris said, "We need to get together soon. I can't stand this."

"Mmm okay Kris. Your boobs are so firm and soft."

"And my pussy is so wet and hot, when Mark?"

"I'll text you."

"Okay but it needs to be soon, I want you."

"See you later Kris." Mark left the master bedroom and Paul went out through the open garage door and walked the long way around the house. Mark noticed him and said, "Oh there you are, I was wondering if you had gotten lost."

"No, I think I know the area...but I was looking at the magnolia. I think I saw a wasp nest I need to get rid of."

"Are you sure?"

"Fairly sure since Kris said there is a nest up near the top. Once all the leaves are down and it's colder I'll cut the branch where I can get it."

It took a couple more days to finish the deck and I had heard some flirting throughout that time but Kris hadn't had a reason to get away from the house without me.

A couple days after the deck was done Kris asked me to cuddle and get the massager. We got under the covers and cuddled and Kris lifted her nightshirt so I could spend time worshiping her breasts and nipples. She let this go much longer than usual and I didn't mind. This was a Saturday and she said she had a GYN appointment Monday so she wanted to do this. Then the big surprise...she asked me to get one of the glass dildos which I'd bought and she never let me use them but once each. Either one was a bit thicker than the massager by about half, well the tip was thicker since it was shaped like a cock. They both measured about 1.25" and the massager was only 0.75" in diameter.

Kris said she wanted to stretch her vagina in preparation for the appointment so it wasn't as uncomfortable. I accepted this and got one of the dildos. After several minutes of the massager she asked me to warm the dildo and give it to her. I got fresh warm water and slid it in. I had gotten much warmer water since the mass of the dildo was greater so it needed warmer water and a slightly longer 'soak' time. I sucked her nipples and fondled her breasts and finally Kris said, "Shouldn't it be warm now?"

I stopped and reached over the edge of the mattress and got the dildo. It was warm, maybe a bit too warm but I handed it to Kris and she started to slip it in. She said, "I need you to push it in a little at a time...it's so much thicker than the massager."

I reached between her legs and took the end from her. "Paul, I'm going to spread my lips a bit so you can push...slowly." She moaned and said, "Okay a bit more slowly" as she moaned again.

"I think the tip is in Kris."

"Yeesss Paul it's in...push more...oooh yes...that'sss gooood. Now innN aannd ouut AAA BIT. Oooh yeeessss." Paul was working the dildo in and out slowly and in short strokes. His cock was rock hard even though he hadn't taken a Tadalafil this morning.

"Mmmorre innn Paulll." Paul pushed a bit more in during a stroke and Kris moaned, "Oooh fuuuck yesss....fuuuuck meee." Paul was working the dildo in and out at a regular pace. Kris was moaning and breathing a little raggedly. "Oooh yesss Maaatt" was quietly moaned but Paul heard it nonetheless. Paul wasn't surprised with Kris' moan for Mark. He knew she had been attracted to him, had been teasing him with her tits. He realized he was starting to sweat a bit.

"Morrre innnn" and she was moaning somewhat louder then "faster" came out of her mouth. Paul raised the pace and after a minute "harder" and Paul complied. Kris started to hump to each stroke and she moaned, "Oooh yesss fuuuck me Maaatt" and Kris squirted a bit. Paul kept ramming the dildo in and out faster and harder and Kris screamed, "YSSSSS MAAATT that's it fuuuck meee to heavennnn annnd baaaack baabyyy."" Kris squirted again then collapsed onto the mattress. She was huffing like she'd run a marathon at full speed.

Paul eased off the bed leaving the dildo in Kris' pussy and walked out of the bedroom. He wasn't sure how he felt: was he jealous, angry or sad? He turned the Keurig on to make a cup of coffee. He made that then went into the living room and turned the TV on to watch The Weather Channel which he didn't really follow.

Paul sat with his mug of coffee and sipped until he finished it. Kris hadn't appeared so he made another mug of coffee. He was almost halfway through the second mug when Kris appeared in her robe. Quietly Kris said, "Paul...are you okay?"

"What do you mean by that Kris, am I okay?"

"You know what I'm asking. I'm sure you're hurt by what I said while the dildo was in me and I was high on the endorphins. Are you okay with what I said?"

Paul stared at her for a long time then quietly said, "Yeah, I'm just fuckin' ducky with your proclamation that you want Mark's cock in your pussy. I'm just so happy that you've not wanted to play with me but you want Mark to fuck you to heaven and back. That just makes me feel sooo good." His sarcasm wouldn't be missed by a 10 year old!

Kris came to the recliner and knelt down at Paul's feet and said, "It's just a fantasy Paul. Really it's just like Harrison Ford or Leonardo DiCaprio, it's no different really."

"So you're saying you talk to Harrison or Leonardo every few days?"

"Well of course I don't talk to Harrison Ford or Leonardo DiCaprio obviously."

"But you have talked to Mark and you asked him why he hadn't stared at your chest."

"How did you know I asked him that...did he tell you I asked him?"

"That's your concern here...if he told me you asked him why he hadn't stared at your chest, really? It's not that you are directing him to look at your chest or that you noticed he hadn't looked at all?"

Kris looked at the floor for a moment then said, "Well I was just surprised because every guy looks at my chest Paul every guy looks" as she took a couple deep breaths "they look every time they talk to me unless they're gay and even some of those guys have looked at my chest."

"Yeah well I haven't heard you scream any other guy's name before so what's going on here?"

"It's just a fantasy honey nothing more. You fantasize about women don't you?"

"Yes of course but still I don't verbalize any of it and you know that." Paul wanted to get out of the recliner but Kris had him trapped. She took the mug from him and set it on the small table he had built to hold magazines and such. Kris started to lay herself into Paul's lap and he snarled, "Don't do this Kristina, don't try to ease the situation by trying to get me aroused. It would be the biggest mistake, THE BIGGEST MISTAKE to try to seduce me right now."

Kris was used to Paul's explosive nature but she was really fearful since he had left the bedroom so quietly and he's been talking so quietly since she came to the living room until she tried to use her body to soothe his hurt feelings. She backed away and quietly said, "I'm sorry my fantasy hurt your feelings Paul" as she walked back toward the bedrooms.

Paul finished his coffee and the rest of the day was very quiet. Kris ate lunch by herself and she didn't eat dinner. That wasn't new. Paul ate in front of the TV both lunch and dinner. They went to their separate bedrooms since Paul snored so loudly. This had a name, 'sleep divorce' and it had taken a toll on Paul's attitude which had kept Kris away after her retirement.

If Paul wanted creature comfort he had to ask Kris to cuddle. He hadn't forgotten about Kris flashing her breasts at Mark and his appreciative compliment. Paul remembered the moan he heard from Kris and her pleading with Mark to suckle her nipples some more. She never asked him to cuddle which had not been a problem when they shared a bed. Now they were separated by 2 doors each night except when they traveled and then there were 2 pillows between them on the king bed Paul almost always reserved. He called it 'THE WALL' and Kris simply laughed. Paul wasn't so light-hearted about it.