This story involves a wife's infidelity - eventually. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories... Please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate - realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy - please enjoy.
This is probably the longest story I've written before the fun really happens. I hope you have the patience to get to it. Also, this is my first time writing from both the husband and wife's view at once. As always, constructive comments and feedback are always welcome.
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Sonny and Etta decided this would be the summer they'd tackle the big landscaping project they'd been planning. Scheduling a week off from work they also arranged for some additional help; Billy was their best friends' son, and fraternal twins Jesse and Frank were his best friends. All three were home from college for the summer and looking to make some money.
Since Sonny and Etta lived a little way out in the country it was decided that the boys would just spend the week at their house, saving the morning and evening drives. Their house was big enough, with two spare bedrooms where the boys could sleep and even have a TV with their gaming consoles. And the swimming pool was perfect for after a hard day's work.
So after church on Sunday the boys climbed into Sonny's truck with plans of reuniting with their parents at the following Sunday's services.
At the house they all changed from their church clothes into shorts and t-shirts. While Sonny wore cargo shorts, the younger males wore the long gym shorts their generation preferred. Having been raised in a rather strict, religious home, Etta changed from her very conservative church dress into a slightly less conservative pair of girl's gym shorts and too-big shirt. The shorts were the style she wore whenever doing yard work or relaxing; made of soft cotton they fit her loosely and hung halfway to her knees. The shirt was big enough that the curves of her full B-cup breasts were completely indistinguishable.
Sonny smiled knowingly at her outfit.
She knew he preferred her in clothes that didn't disguise her breasts, or slim waist, or little heart-shaped ass. But he understood her upbringing made her uncomfortable in such clothing around others. So in the name of compromise he accepted her clothing preferences and she tried to wear tighter clothing when it was just the two of them.
Except something was changing. She'd started questioning her puritanical attitude. It'd started a few months earlier, as her 40th birthday had approached, then passed. She started to worry about her appearance . . . her body. Short and petite, with flowing soft brown hair and sweet, girl-next-door features, she kept in good shape, well enough that her breasts were still quite perky and firm and her ass was still taut.
But now she was 40 and worrying about how much longer she could maintain.
It bothered her enough that she'd even bought a few items of clothing that were . . . less conventional. Items like tighter, shorter shorts and t-shirts. Items she was certain Sonny would be happy to see her wearing. Yet they remained in her dresser drawer. She hadn't found the courage to actually wear them. Not even in front of him. So she certainly wasn't going to in front of their three helpers.
Or so she thought on that Sunday.
The afternoon was spent prepping the area; raking and removing a few of the smaller bushes that would be replaced by bigger, more desirable ones. Then the five of them got into their swimsuits and splashed into the pool.
Again, Etta's conservative side was on full display as she wore a one-piece suit. She could have worn any of her suits, as none of them were actually skimpy. Not even her tanning bikini which got its nickname from the fact that it allowed her to get sun on more skin than any of her other suits. The top's triangles covered the majority of her breasts but did expose a little of their sides and tops, and it was held in place by simple strings which reached around to tie at her back and ran up behind her neck. The bottoms covered the top portion of her asscheeks and had thin straps that ran around the sides to drop down and cover a good part of her pelvis.
So yes, she could have worn it, but again, not in front of their helpers.
Not yet.
Still, even in the one piece she caught Sonny admiring her. He was such a good husband. Such a good man. She knew that no matter what, no matter how old she got and no matter how much her body failed her, he would look at her with that same adoration.
And until recent months that had always been enough for her.
What is going on with me? She asked herself thinking about her new insecurities while floating around the pool on her float.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts she failed to notice that their guests were also checking her out. But her husband did notice, and he smiled to himself, proud of his wife's looks.
After a while she dried off and headed into the house to prep dinner, calling for Sonny to get the grill lit. Inside she changed into another pair of loose gym shorts, this time donning a short-sleeved blouse that was nearly as loose as her t-shirt had been. Pulling her wet hair back into a ponytail, she got the burger patties together and headed back outside.
She and Sonny sipped at their drinks while he grilled the burgers. Watching the boys play in the pool she found herself admiring their youthful, athletic builds. And even though she told herself it was wrong, she continued when they got out and dried off, slipping on t-shirts before coming over to sit at the outdoor table.
After dinner the boys went inside to play games.
"They're good kids," Sonny commented while helping her clear the table.
"Kids?" She scoffed. "They're in college."
"Ok. They're good, young men," he smiled.
"Let's just hope they work as hard as they play. We've got a lot to do this week."
"Yea."
They had a couple drinks and watched TV for a while, then headed for bed, Sonny stopping by the room where their guests were playing to remind them not to stay up too late. They assured him they'd be ready.
*****
But boys will be boys and it took Sonny yelling at them twice before they stirred. Yet, once they were awake they were quick to get ready and appear at the breakfast table.
Monday was spent clearing the yard of the remaining undesirable bushes, digging a hole for the water feature, and prepping the areas for a new stone patio and walkway. Again Etta wore baggy shorts and a too big t-shirt with her ponytail pulled through the back opening of a ballcap. It was hard work for them all and the temperature climbed as the sun traveled across the clear blue sky. After lunch the boys and Sonny all took off their shirts, letting the sun soak into their sweaty torsos.
Like the previous evening, Etta caught herself admiring the young men. And again she told herself she shouldn't be, but she just couldn't help herself. She even tried focusing on her husband, who like her, made a point of staying in shape and had his own strong physique.
Yet her eyes kept wandering back to the younger men.
When she thought she caught them looking at her she brushed it off as her imagination. But it wasn't. Sonny knew he caught them checking her out. Again he simply smiled to himself, proud of his beautiful wife. He also caught her looking at them. Not being a jealous man, and confident in his own physique, he found this amusing, interesting even.
It was still fairly early when he announced they were done for the day since any further work would lock them into working until late.
After rinsing off, Etta put on a different one-piece swimsuit. Unlike the males, who wore the same trunks day-after-day after letting them simply dry out, she refused to wear an unwashed suit. After diving into the water she got her float to lounge in the sun, her favorite thing to do in the pool. Without realizing what she was doing, she also got her sunglasses. Setting her travel cup in the lounger's cupholder she climbed aboard, letting the float roll over the waves created by the young men playing. Sipping from her cup's straw she used her free hand to occasional turn the float so she could admire their helpers, a fact that didn't escape Sonny's notice.
While it still didn't bother him, this time he did find it more interesting than amusing.
When she got out to help with dinner, she bent over to dry her legs. Both husband and wife caught the younger men checking out her ass.
Yep. My wife has a nice little ass, Sonny smiled to himself.
Thank you, Etta thought, thinking of it as nothing serious, just boys being boys.
Going inside, she changed into another outfit of conservative shorts and top, then helped Sonny grill the fish and vegetables. During dinner Etta complained about her aching shoulders, blaming it on all the digging she'd done.
"You want me to massage them after dinner?" Frank offered.
"Really?" She asked, surprised.
"Yea. I do it for Mom all the time."
"That'd be nice. If you're sure you don't mind," she said, thinking that a massage did sound appealing.
"I'd be happy too."
"Well, okay then," she smiled.
So as Sonny and the two other boys cleared the table, she leaned back in her chair. Standing behind her, Frank set his hands on her shoulders and began kneading her sore muscles.
"Ooh yes," she moaned as the ache began to dissipate almost instantly.
Sonny was just stepping inside when he heard her moan and he glanced back to see Frank's hands on his wife. It was a harmless enough scene, yet it sent a strange rush surging through him.
Okay, where did THAT come from? He asked himself, realizing that it stemmed from the sound of his wife's moan while another man was touching her.
Etta was quite pleased with Frank's massaging technique. He applied just enough pressure, not too firm or too soft. Under his touch she grew more and more relaxed, slipping into a soft haze enhanced by all of the day's events.
"Mmm," she moaned appreciatively, her eyes closing as her head lolled softly.
Somewhere in that haze she heard the other two young men come out and start wiping down the table. At one point her eyes opened into the thinnest of slits and what she saw gave her pause. Jesse and Billy were both leaning into the table, their hands moving the cloths around absently, while their attentions were obviously focused on her. It took her a second to realize they were specifically staring at her chest. Climbing a little way out of the haze she took a mental note of how her top was feeling . . . how it'd been pulled and manipulated so that its normal looseness had been erased so that it was now snug over the curves of her breasts. With a start she realized that Frank must have somehow managed this while tending to her shoulders.
For a second she thought about saying something, chastising them. The next second she thought maybe she should simply fix her blouse while pretending she hadn't even noticed anything. But then she decided against both actions, a warmth flowing through her over the idea that they found her attractive . . . attractive enough to misbehave like that.
Besides, there really isn't any harm in it. Just boys being boys, she told herself, a happy little smile curling her lips.
"Mmm," she moaned as Frank's hands soothed her back into the haze.
Sonny had also noticed the boys' actions. Rinsing off the dishes he looked out the window above the sink and saw Etta's head lolling as well as Frank leaning over her to gaze down at where he'd somehow manipulated her top to hug the swell of her breasts while the other two looked on.
Holy shit, he silently cursed, experiencing a resurgence of that strange emotion.
After starting the dishwasher he stepped outside. His appearance caused Jesse and Billy to quickly divert their gazes and focus on properly cleaning the table.
"How was that?" Frank asked, pulling his hands away from Etta, acting innocent.
"So much better. Thank you." Etta sat up, absently fixing her blouse so that the curves of her breasts disappeared once more. "Your mother is a very lucky woman."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Frank said.
"I take it he's good," Sonny commented, taking a seat at the table.
