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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The next morning Etta remained under the covers, feigning sleep, while Sonny got ready and left the bedroom. Laying there, her mind relived the previous evening. She still didn't understand why she'd had those thoughts, or allowed Frank to do what he'd done, but she was determined to be stronger from then on. Still, she couldn't help worrying about what might have happened if Sonny hadn't been there, if she'd been left along with the three young men. Remembering the fantasies she'd had both during the massage and later she wondered if something was wrong with her.
Am I capable of being unfaithful? A sinful woman? A harlot? A slut? As these questions stirred . . . something deep inside her she was suddenly very frightened. Oh God! I simply cannot allow such a thing to happen again.
After making the bed she brushed her teeth then went to her dresser to retrieve the day's outfit. Opening the drawer where she kept her shorts her hand found one of her less conservative pairs, the kind she normally only wore when it was just her and Sonny. While they couldn't be considered skimpy by any stretch of the imagination they were snugger on her than her others and only reached a little past her asscheeks instead of halfway down her thighs. Holding them up she felt a surge of empowerment as she thought about how their helpers, the three virile young men found her attractive. The idea of wearing the shorts in front of them, of letting them see her in the shorts raced through her mind and a wave of naughty excitement rolled through her body. Her lips curled into little grin and she pulled them on, pairing them with a t-shirt that was actually her size so that it delicately hugged her pert breast and slim tummy. Pulling her ponytail through the back opening of her ballcap she headed for the kitchen.
Sonny was cooking scrambled eggs for everyone when she came up behind him and gave him a quick kiss. She walked over to the coffeepot to pour herself a cup and when she turned around he was staring at her; a pleased, yet slightly perplexed expression on his face.
"Runnin' out of work clothes," she shrugged in explanation.
"Yea," he nodded absently, turning back to the eggs.
Their helpers appeared about ten minutes later, getting their own drinks and taking seats at the table. During breakfast the young men glanced in Etta's direction several times. Their smirks led her to suddenly realize that Frank had probably told the others about what she'd allowed him to do. She hadn't even considered that! The idea that they'd talked about her . . . in that manner . . . made her feel dirty. And it made her nerves tingle.
What is going on? She silently groaned, the sensation making her stress to herself again how she needed to be on the defensive against any further incidents.
Sonny had also noticed the boys' actions. And while he too figured they'd talked, he also figured they had heard his wife's passionate cries the previous night. Until that point he'd managed not to think about things, instead focusing on the day and what they needed to get accomplished. But now his thoughts went freewheeling onto different paths, rehashing everything and wondering what it all meant.
The day was a lot like the previous ones, everyone working hard toward the final goal. Throughout the morning Etta couldn't help stealing glances of their helpers, especially after they removed their shirts a couple hours in. She also caught them admiring her several times. Reveling in this she unconsciously bent over or turned certain ways, enhancing their views.
It was just a little after lunch when Jesse caught her staring. She was on her knees, packing dirt into the hole around a newly planted bush, when she happened to glance over to where the young man was maneuvering a small boulder into place. Mesmerized by his straining muscles glistening with sweat, she was still watching when he finished and straightened up to stretch. As he twisted to the side he glanced in her direction and caught her. The color rose to her cheeks and she quickly looked away, turning her attention back to her task.
Sonny was taking stock of their progress when he saw his wife staring at Jesse. Once more his mind was torn from the job at hand and thrown into the mass of strange thoughts that had been plaquing him recently.
Alright. What the...? He asked himself, deciding he needed to do some serious thinking, and not just brush it all off, waiting until some arbitrary later time. But he couldn't do that and focus on the work. Their helpers had proven to be hard workers and adept at the tasks they were given, freeing him to work more and supervise less. This meant they were well ahead of schedule and would be able to spend Saturday lounging by the pool instead of working.
Which meant he had time to...
"Hey, Babe," he called to Etta, strolling toward her as she looked up. "Since it looks like we're makin' good time, I'm gonna go in and do some research on the shade for the patio."
"Alright, Hon," she nodded.
"You guys know what you're doin'?" He asked their helpers.
"Yes, Sir," Frank assured him.
"We've got it, Sonny," Billy agreed.
"Ok then. If you have any questions, I'll be in the office."
"Alright," Frank acknowledged with a wave.
In the home office Sonny fired up the computer. He hadn't exactly lied, he did want to do a little more research on the shade. But that research would be done at the store. Even though it was just his cover story, he pulled up the shade's information in case someone interrupted him.
Then he started the real research.
And there was a lot of it.
He knew the things he'd been dealing with were centered around wife-sharing/watching, sexual practices he'd heard about but had never given much thought to. He'd always assumed that such deviant acts came from a lack of love or caring about one's mate. What he discovered was that that was not always the case. There were several different reasons for it. And even more alternatives to the actual act itself. Perusing stories and videos he separated them into three categories. There were the ones where the husband was either submissive or inferior, often being degraded. These did nothing for him. Then there were the ones where the husband was the instigator, often joining in the fun or watching while others defiled his wife, then taking his turn. These were definitely more to his liking, although he couldn't see Etta allowing him to offer her to other men. The final kind was where the husband chances on his wife being unfaithful, often during a night of partying. These reminded him of the previous night. This kind offered a more likely scenario for Etta to actually fall prey to, especially after what she'd allowed Tuesday.
Sonny's mind started wandering . . . fantasizing.
He decided he needed to give the young men a chance, while allowing himself to bear witness to whatever might happen. He didn't spend too much effort wondering why he was suddenly having such thoughts, he was too occupied with trying to figure out how it might be allowed to happen. And after a little more research he believed he had a plan. Figuring he'd been gone long enough, that someone might come looking for him, he decided to get back out there.
The other four had continued working while Sonny had been in the house.
Finishing with the one bush, Etta moved on to the next, then the next. For this one she had to enlarge the hole that'd been pre-dug to mark its location and then she needed help getting the bush into the hole. Deciding to take a breather first she leaned against the shovel while looking around at their progress so far.
Her eyes found their young helpers . . . their tone bodies . . . their bright faces.
And her mind began to wander...
Soon she found herself having more of those thoughts; imagining them naked . . . their rigid cocks sticking out from their bodies toward her . . . for her. She imagined their hands on her . . . touching her . . . fondling her as she lay before them, her legs spread wide . . . her pussy wet . . . waiting . . . accepting. She thought about taking their cocks in her mouth . . . sliding her lips along the rigid shafts . . . licking them . . . tasting them. As she imagined these things tropical breezes wafted through her . . . awakening a desire.
Lost in the thoughts, and with her back to the house, she didn't hear Sonny returning. When he suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision she jumped, nearly dropping the shovel.
"Oh. Hey. Di-Did you find what you wanted?" She stammered, her words spewing from her and her eyes darting around the yard with a combination of shame and embarrassment.
"Yea. I'm gonna set a few posts and get one of those canvas shades to hang between them. That way the patio will have shade at mid-day." He told her, hiding the fact that he noticed her nervousness.
"Sounds like a good idea," she said evenly after taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. "When are you going to get the stuff?"
"Well, from the looks of how things are goin', probably tonight. Then we can set the posts tomorrow. This is all comin' along so well, we should finish early."
"I was thinking the same thing," she admitted, feeling a little anxious.
Why? She asked herself. Why would us finishing early bother me? Because then the boys might go home early... God, what is wrong with me?!
"I'm thinkin' we're gonna have to pay them more than we agreed on," Sonny interrupted her train of thought.
"Yes, we probably should," she nodded, forcing her focus back to the conversation.
"Ok then. Let's get this bush in its hole," he said, walking over to grab its base. But even as he hefted it into place his mind was busy with other things.
