I was watching Kari’s gorgeous ass sway seductively as she puttered in the yard. So sexy. So alluring. God damn, I’m sure she’s day dreaming about some guy she wants to fuck. I could just imagine the motion of her ass as it worked to take some huge cock in her.
I shook my head. What was I doing? She is just doing some gardening! I admit I have an overactive imagination and a jealous streak. My wife is so damn gorgeous. She is blond, with a sweet face but an evil twinkle in her eye. She’s tall with long, gorgeous legs. Her breasts are firm and large, but no one would ever assume they weren’t natural. We have been married for ten years and she still gets me hard with her smile. She wears clothes that are at once revealing, but modest. Light sundresses that look like they will be lifted over her hips with a breeze. Short, loose skirts that tempt a man to let his hands wander to caress the treasures within. Blouses with low necklines that hint at the wondrous tits that she shares only with me. To borrow a phrase, she is built for sex – both physically, and mentally. And just staring at her as she wandered through the yard, I couldn’t help believe that she was thinking about sex.
Maybe I’m wrong. But I was getting obsessed with this. My mind furiously tried to erase the thought or find some way to resolve it. She is too damn sexy. We have a great sex life, but I also wondered if she enjoyed sex so much that sex with me just wasn’t enough.
I confessed my fears to my old buddy, Bruce. Now Bruce is a pretty good looking guy, and he hangs out at my house a lot. But Kari is about as attracted to Bruce as a gazelle to a lion. We all have a good time together, but in no way was her fidelity to me with Bruce around a challenging test. There was just no chemistry. This surprised me a little, because Bruce had never settled down and he always had a fair amount of female company.
Bruce would hear none of my suspicions.
“There is no way she is cheating on you, Dave. I know she’s hot, but she’s just not wired that way. Believe me, I can read women and I get absolutely no signal from her.”
“Yeah, but Bruce. She would never go for you knowing we’re friends. It’s not a real test.”
“Well then, why don’t you put her to a so-called ‘real test’.
Together, we hatched a plan. We decided that I should put her in a situation that could lead to extramarital sex and see how she reacted. But how?
I travel on business about once a month for a few days. I hate the separation, but Kari and I have adjusted to it. I was always beside myself on these trips thinking that she was using that time to find another cock to suck, but I had no inkling that she actually was. No tell tale come stains. No hang up phone calls. None of the usual things jealous husbands hunt for.
She went to the gym during the week, but she always went with girlfriends. I spied on her occasionally, but nothing ever happened. We went to bars, but she always said no if someone asked her to dance. She never talked about another man while we were making love. So why was I so convinced? Clearly, I had a problem. And our solution was to make sure Kari was faithful.
Slowly, carefully, Bruce and I conceived a plan. Step one: hire a yard boy from the neighborhood, make sure he comes over while I’m out of town. That’s a winning scenario. The young hunk works around the house without his shirt. Kari, forced to watch him sweat and strain and flex all day, gets hornier and hornier. She invites him in for a drink. He accepts. Next thing you know, she’s on the floor getting split by his huge, inexperienced monster meat.
Bruce volunteered to keep an eye on the place while I was gone so he could report on anything suspicious.
So I set it up. Young Jeff down the street was happy to help. 19 years old. Home from college. Just cocky enough to have a chance. Six foot four with washboard stomach. Blue eyes. Always running around with shorts and no shirt in the warm weather. Kari objected that she didn’t need the help but when I point out all the stuff I just can’t seem to get to, she agrees. When I talked to Jeff, I tell him, in a subtle and roundabout way, that I will be out of town, and that he should do whatever makes her happy. He looks at me, confused, but offers a polite response. He was scheduled to help on Tuesday. I was planning to return Thursday.
Tuesday comes, and I head to the airport. Kari wanted a quickie before I left, but I decided that it would be a better test if she was still horny. She looked a little frustrated.
On Wednesday, I got a call on my cell phone from Kari.
“Hey, honey. How’s it going with Jeff?
“Jeff is doing great. I’m so glad we did this. Now we will really be able to enjoy the yard.
“That’s great. Hey, Kari, I gotta run
“Dave?
“Yes, dear
“Nothing. It’s alright. I’ll call you tonight.
She didn’t call me that night, which worried me, but I was so tired that I didn’t even think about it until later.
On Thursday night, I return home. The weeds are gone. The shrubs trimmed. Flowers are planted. Looks like Kari and Jeff were busy alright – working in the garden. Wow. What a relief.
Kari was amazing the night I got home. After dinner, she disappeared into the bedroom, and returned wearing a nearly sheer, form fitting blouse that I had never seen before. She came to me and sat down on my lap and kissed me deeply.
“I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you.”
Between kisses, I asked her about Jeff
“The garden looks great. Looks like Jeff did a great job.”
“Yes, he was okay.” She had a look in her eye that said that maybe he wasn’t.
“What’s wrong”
“Well, Jeff is a nice boy and all. But he wasn’t real mature. As he was working, I kept catching him checking me out. It made me uncomfortable without you here.”
“Did he do anything inappropriate?”
“Oh, no. He was fine. He was fun to work with. He’s a handsome boy so I didn’t mind checking him out too. Thanks for the eye candy.” She giggled shyly at her own admission. It gave me a chill, but it also turned me on.
And with that, there were no more words. She unbuttoned the blouse to allow me to feast on her wondrous orbs, to nibble down to her stomach, to remove her pants and feast on her golden cunt. We fucked twice that night. She missed me.
Part II
Bruce confirmed what he could. Yes, they were both working hard, but they seemed to have fun. While Jeff was definitely checking Kari out with her back turned, Bruce reported that Kari also seemed to let her eyes wander when Jeff was straining with the wheel barrow or carrying garbage bags.
“But Buddy, they were never alone inside together. I think she might have been interested, but nothing happened. Maybe he wasn’t her type.”
Hmmm. Interesting thought. A boy. Immature. Eye candy. Okay, so she passed that test. Maybe she needed more of a challenge. More of a man.
I posed my thinking to Bruce. He looked thoughtful.
“Yeah, I suppose she might not want to rob the cradle. Maybe he reminded her of her brother or something. If the guy was more mature and reliable, I think that would be harder for her.”
“I think I can find another guy that might be a challenge. Then, if she passes, you can relax,” Bruce told me. I hoped he was right.
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The following month, I told her that I was hiring a painter to do the guest room that she had been after me to do. She asked when he was coming.
“Next Wednesday.”
“Aren’t you out of town next Wednesday?”
“Uh, I guess so. Is that okay.”
“I guess.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Well you know I don’t like it when there are strangers here when you’re not around. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“Why?”
“Why? What if they’re an axe-murderer? What if they are wanted by the cops? What if they won’t work hard and I can’t get them to do their job?”
“Well Bruce recommends him highly. “
“Bruce recommends him? That’s supposed to make me feel better? “
