Part Four
I confirmed the start date with Tony and scheduled delivery of the required materials for day one. It was only a three, maybe a four day job, and I put my best team on it. I had arranged for the materials to be delivered early and told the guys not to be late, as that particular morning I had to quote for another job.
It was nearer to noon when I checked in for a progress report. Tony was my ex-father-in-law and together with his wife, Jenny -- with whom I'd had a couple of steamy sex sessions -- they owned the impressive house where my company was about to carry out some work.
As I drove up in my 4×4, I could see the company trucks parked in the large driveway of the property and rather than knock on the front door, I went straight around the back and spotted my guys hard at it.
Tim, who was my main man, spotted me and came over to update me. Tim had been with me since I started the business, even attended my wedding, so he also knew Tony and Jenny a little.
"Lady muck seems to have mellowed in her old age." He commented. "Even brought tea and coffee out. Much more friendly than I remember her. And I'll tell what, your ex mother-in-law has got some body on her for an old bird."
"If she was thirty years younger, I'd give her bash." It was the voice of Steve interjecting crudely.
He was the youngest guy on the team. I looked at Steve intending to rebuke him but thought better of it. Instead, I offered him a further thought. "She is a bit of snob." I said. "Makes Margo from 'The Good Life' look downtrodden!"
Then I realised he probably had no idea who Margo was, never possibly seeing an episode of the comedy series. Steve looked at me quizzically and I felt guilty about making derogatory remarks about Jenny's good character.
"Heads up, the lady of the house approaching" Tim said.
I looked around to see Jenny walking from the house carrying a tray of hot drinks. "Time for a refill." Jenny said. "I've brought you one too, Paul. I saw you arrive." Jenny placed the tray of drinks on a pallet of concrete blocks. I was knocked back by her friendly, cheerful manner, not to mention the way she was dressed.
She was really bubbly, a side that she rarely showed to strangers, especially the hired help. But it was how she was dressed that really surprised me. Jenny handed out the tea and coffee giving me the chance to take in every detail of her outfit.
Usually attired in smart skirts and blouses or elegant dresses, Jenny was today wearing jeans. Tight fitting jeans, which must have contained a certain amount of Lycra in the material because they fitted over her arse like a second skin. And to go with snug fitting jeans, Jenny wore a white tee-shirt tucked into the waistband.
The material clinging so beautifully I could clearly follow the outline and pattern of a full bra supporting her lovely big tits. And to cap off the semi casual look Jenny wore red high heels. Christ, she looked good! Sensational even, and the impression I got was that she had made this effort all for my benefit, something that pleased me intensely.
But just then Tony appeared and any thoughts I harboured about Jenny being alone and possibly up for some fun were scuppered. "Hi Paul," Tony said shaking hands with me. "Good to see you. I see the lads have made a good start and they assure me the job will be completed in plenty of time for the weekend."
"Yes, it certainly looks that way." I replied. Jenny announced she was going to prepare a light lunch and headed back into the house.
There was a deafening silence as several pairs of lustful eyes turned and watched her walking rhythmically along the garden path in time to the clicking of her red heels. I wondered if she was wearing a girdle, because her arse looked so fucking firm and tight.
It was Tony who broke up the salacious moment. "On the subject of Jennys surprise party, Paul, you will come won't you?" Tony said catching me of guard. "Yeah, oh yeah, I'll definitely be here" I replied without really thinking, my thoughts still on Jenny's tight rear. One of the guys fired up a small digger preventing any further conversation, so we moved away. "How are things with you and Jenny? Does she have any idea about the party?" I asked. Tony gave me a puzzled look. "I don't know." He ventured. "I really can't read her moods, so up and down.
Remember the evening we were all at the club, Jenny had been playing tennis? Well, she was all sweetness and light as we drove home, but once indoors she totally changed. Said she was tired from her game and wanted an early night." My ears pricked up. In a fit of pique intended to spite me, I recalled her saying that she intended to fuck Tony when they got home.
Now, according to Tony, she didn't fuck him. It was all show, possibly for my benefit.
"It's a major birthday for Jenny, maybe it's that." I said offering Tony a theory, but in my head I was back to that evening at the golf club, fucking Jenny in the ladies changing room.
I had managed to bring out the slut in her, even left her wanting more of my cock. But her aloofness had kicked in and Jenny told me there was not going to be no more hanky-panky between us. It was over. She had no intention of defiling her marriage to Tony any further. But I knew she wanted more of my cock. She couldn't help herself.
I had awakened her sexual demons and if I was prepared to wait, I was sure my patience would be rewarded, I was sure. However, the dirty, egotistical mind I possessed couldn't resist speculating on whether the early night she had protested about, was in order to achieve further self-inflicted orgasms. A thought that salved my sexual bravado. But probably more along the lines of being scared that Tony might suspect she'd already been fucked, as he ploughed her cum filled pussy. I wondered whether the coming days could bring rapprochement between Jenny and me. But that train of thought was quickly knocked on the head when Tony said he would be around for the duration of the work.
