The Contractors: Pt. 01

PART 1

I'd always wanted to convert the upstairs of our garage into a small apartment so that we could rent it out as an AirBNB. It was silly, we had all this space above our 2-car garage and it was just being used as storage for our Christmas decorations. We're up on a hill, so I figured, if we added some stairs and a wooden deck, and if we redid the inside and added the plumbing for a full kitchen and bathroom, we could have a very nice studio apartment.

My wife is the one with the money, so I had to convince her. She thought it might be more trouble than it was worth, but eventually I got her to agree.

I thought we'd have an extra thousand dollars a month in passive income, and I sat down with Beth and showed her how the space would pay for itself and then start bringing in dividends within a year. I also sold her on the idea of the apartment increasing the value of the house, which it certainly would. That was all it took, Beth loved that house. Her father had bought it for us for our 15th wedding anniversary. Yeah, I know, not very relatable. He's wealthy though, so dropping 1.7 mil on a house for his daughter is not that big of a deal to him.

Beth has a mind for business like her dad and she made a fortune with a chain of hair care retail stores. If you live in the Albany area, you've probably heard of Les Tresses, they were everywhere there for a while, but five years ago she sold it off and made a bundle. Now she concentrates on charity work and she's on lots of boards and stuff.

Me? I raised our kids. We had a very natural arrangement, she made the money, I kept house and got our girls where they needed to go. I know, I know, also not relatable. In fact, it was just about the opposite of the traditional Leave-It-To-Beaver arrangement. But I made peace with not being the breadwinner a long time ago.

Now we're empty-nesters with Hallie off at SUNY and my eldest Gail is working as a paralegal in Philadelphia and studying for the bar exam.

It all happened so fast. My life I mean, not the thing this story is about, although that happened pretty fast too.

I'm 47 years old and look every bit of it. My wife Beth, on the other hand, is a year younger than me but looks a decade younger. She takes very good care of herself. Every morning she takes a class, Yoga, Gyrotonics, Pilates, whatever. She likes to bike when the weather is good, and she even ran a half marathon last year. She also gets her hair done every other week and has a regimen of creams and lotions that she's been doing for years--and it's all worked. She's a knockout.

In pornography terms, the word MILF suits her just fine. She has large natural breasts and a slight tummy that looks proportional with her body. She's got wide hips and a round ass. I guess you can tell from that description that I'm still very hot for my wife, even after 25 years of marriage.

I know what you're thinking, get to the good stuff Jay! Okay okay, here it goes. I've never written anything like this before, so please bear with me...

How It Started:

The contractors we hired for the garage job were very good looking twin brothers. I don't usually describe guys as good looking, I generally don't notice what a guy looks like. I mean, I can tell if someone's ugly, but I don't go around thinking, ooh that guy has chiseled features, or wow he must work out or anything like that. I usually only realize a guy is good looking by how other people act around them, but with the Sutton brothers, even I noticed.

They looked like freaking movie stars. Not modern movie stars either, they looked like they could star in westerns from the fifties or something. They were tall and rugged, with sandy blonde hair and wide shoulders. Their arms bulged with muscles, but not the kind you get from being a gym rat, the kind of muscles you get from doing physical labor.

These were the type of guys that, given an ax and a couple of saws and a hammer, and they could build you a house.

At our first meeting, Beth and I explained what we were after and walked around the garage with them and talked mainly about the budget, and when they left in their trucks, we just looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Those two can't be real!" she said.

"When they first got here, I thought you were punking me and they were going to start stripping!" I said.

"If only!" my wife said.

I laughed it off. It was funny, and I wasn't the jealous type or anything. But it was unusual for Beth to talk about how a guy, or guys in this case, looked. The bid they came in with was actually a little under what we'd budgeted, so we went with the Sutton twins. They said they'd start work a week later.

That weekend we had lunch with our friends, the Ryans. They're a married couple like us, but their kids were a bit younger. I mentioned that we were getting our garage done and Malik asked who we'd hired.

When I said the Sutton brothers, Tam, Malik's wife, chimed in quickly. "Oh the Suttons?" she let out a whistle and looked at Beth, "girl, have you met them yet?"

Beth just laughed.

"What?" Malik asked.

"They're um... Handsome guys." I said awkwardly.

"Handsome?" Tam shook her head. "That's not the word. Those boys are fine. No, they're not even fine, they're foine." She looked at Beth. "You know what I mean? Foine."

Malik looked at Beth questioningly.

Beth nodded. "Foine." she agreed.

"They came in under budget and I heard they do good work." I said.

"Yeah I heard they do good work too." Tam said.

Beth laughed. "Oh you're wicked."

"They're wicked, I've heard stories hun..."

"No, but it's going to be good to fix up the garage finally." Beth said. "Jay's been talking about it for a while now, so I'm glad we're finally doing it."

My wife had deftly changed the topic, but I wondered if she would've pressed Tam for more info had they been alone.

*

When our twin contractors first started, I couldn't tell them apart. But once I'd talked to each of them a few times and gotten to know their slightly different personalities, I figured it out.

Lance's face was slightly rounder and he was more upright and stiff. Anthony was more angular but had a more slouchy relaxed posture. Lance was more formal, Anthony was a bit goofy and quick with a wide smile. They both worked very hard.

In fact, on the second day, Beth commented that they were working too hard. I noticed her looking out the kitchen window for the second time in one night. "Are you checking out our contractors again?" I asked.

"It's after six!" she said. "They got here at eight in the morning. They're machines!"

"They took a lunch break." I said.

"It's hot out there too," she said. "They're all sweaty."

"Bring them something to drink." I said. "There's a six pack in the fridge."

She seemed to think that was a good idea. She took the beer and left and I watched out the window as she approached the sweaty muscular men. I was really just casually looking out the window when a very unexpected feeling came over me.

I think it was the way Lance looked at her. She was wearing a button-up cream colored top with a thin white bra under it, and I'd noticed earlier in the evening that the outline of her nipples was visible. She was also in yoga pants that showed off her amazing ass.

Something about her in that outfit, bringing beer to those manly studs was super erotic to me. I watched her say something to Lance and he nodded and responded and then Anthony, who was sawing some two-by-fours stopped what he was doing, moved his safety goggles up onto his head, and came over to join the conversation.

He said something and Beth laughed and he laughed louder and took the six pack. He gave one to his brother and one to Beth and took one for himself. Anthony opened his, then noticed Beth having trouble with her bottle so he opened it for her and handed it back.

It looked like he was proposing a toast and they all clinked their bottles and then they just stood there talking and drinking.

I don't know why, but I was aroused. Actually, I was hard as steel just from looking out the kitchen window. I think it was because the 'right' thing would've been for me to have gone out there with her, but I liked my position as an observer much better. And the fact that I knew Beth thought they were good looking guys--hot even--and here she was drinking with them on a September evening. I don't know why, but I enjoyed the sight immensely.

Then something happened that made it even better. Anthony and my wife went into the garage together.

Presumably, he took her up the stairs to show her something, but just the action itself. He said something to her, walked into the garage and she followed. Lance went over and went back to sawing, and I pictured my wife all alone with Anthony, beers in hand, up in that rough space.

I imagined him pushing her up against the wall and kissing her deeply. It was too much. I knew, KNEW, that she would enjoy that immensely. I was too turned on, I pulled my cock out right there in the kitchen and came in thick spurts all over the counter and cabinets.

I was suddenly mortified.

I got some paper towels and wiped myself off, then got some more and wet them and cleaned the cum off my cabinets. Once I'd erased all evidence of my shameful act, I went into the living room and turned the TV on.

Beth came in a few minutes later, still holding her beer. I must've looked a bit sheepish, because she gave me a strange look before she plopped down next to me and handed me the beer. I sipped it. "Were they glad you brought them some refreshment?"

"Yeah, Anthony said he wouldn't drink one unless I had one too," she said. "He showed me what they're up against with the plumbing, I guess whoever did it originally never intended for it to be changed. He said it might take a bit longer than expected."

"Huh," I said.

"That's it? 'Huh?' You don't seem too upset. It might blow our budget."

"That's to be expected with this kind of thing," I said. I didn't want to tell her the real reason it didn't bother me: I wanted to have more opportunities to see my sexy wife interacting with the stud Sutton twins.

Awakening:

It became kind of an obsession with me. Over the next couple of days I had my antenna out, looking for any signs that my wife might be flirting with one of the Suttons. Unfortunately, nothing beyond banal pleasantries--good mornings and see ya tomorrows--were exchanged.

Then, on a Thursday afternoon, I got home from the grocery store and Beth was sitting on the back steps talking to Anthony. He stood in front of her with a sweat-stain on his t-shirt in the shape of a heart. He held a hammer in his hand and seemed to be telling her a story. Beth was barefoot in a pair of shorts with a hoodie on and her hair pulled up.

Anthony looked up at me and waved and then went on with his story. I couldn't hear what it was about, but I sat there in the car and watched them for a moment. She was looking up at him, hanging on his every word, and I just sat there and watched her.

It was so clear that she wanted him. I was getting an erection, so I quickly got out of the car and got three bags of groceries out of the trunk. I walked toward the back steps as Anthony was finishing his story. "... so I said, 'let's just go tell her what happened now,' but Lance was too scared. He wanted to go to a nursery and try to find lookalikes!"

"Oh that's a terrible idea," Beth said.

"I know. So anyway, when we got there the next day, the lettuce was all gone! We asked her where it went, and guess what she answered."

"No..."

"Yeah, she'd harvested it and used it for a salad. She didn't even notice the paint. She'd had some kind of dinner party and fed all her guests salad featuring lettuce she'd grown in her own garden!"

"And no one noticed they were eating paint?"

"If they did, no one told her!"

I brought the groceries up the steps and into the kitchen as Beth laughed a bit too long at his anecdote. I came back out and Beth stopped me. "Honey, Lance had to go out of town for a while. Anthony just told me."

"Yep," he said. "It's not going to slow us down because we've got the plumber coming in anyway. Really, when the plumber's around, Lance and I just kind of stand around and watch."

"Oh okay," I said. "No problem. You want a cup of coffee or something?"

"Oh no, I'm just taking a little break. I need to get back to it." He said. "Nice talking to ya Beth."

"Yeah, you too Anthony," she said. He walked away and Beth got up to help me with the bags. I was in a state. Something about the way they'd said each other's names had seemed intimate, or like they'd made a connection and that was their way of cementing it. Maybe I was crazy.

While we put the groceries away, I tried to pump her for information. "So what was Anthony talking about?" I asked casually.

"Just some of the eccentric people they've worked for over the years," she said. "He's really funny."

"Yeah I heard," I said. "What's up with Lance?"

"Oh he's got to go fix some damage to an investment property they've got in the Adirondacks. Apparently there was a bad storm and their neighbor told them that part of their roof was torn off."

"Jesus," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "Oh I talked to Tam last night and got the gossip on those two."

"I knew she had a story she wanted to tell you!" I said.

"It's no secret," she said. "You know that couple that runs the dog grooming place down on Jake Street? The big one with the pink sign?"

"Oh yeah, what are their names?"

"It's Samantha and Robert something-or-other. Anyway, I guess Lance Sutton nearly broke up their marriage!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, the Suttons did some work on their place and I guess Lance started up with Samantha. Well it was probably just a fling for Lance, married woman and all, but here Samantha got obsessed. She was basically stalking him and she wanted to leave her husband and all... I guess it got messy. Lance had to get a restraining order against her."

"Holy shit," I said.

"Yeah, I guess he rocked her world."

"So are Samantha and Robert divorced now?"

"No, I think they're working it out. They're seeing a counselor," she said.

"Wow," I said. My hands were shaking for some reason, as I put the milk in the fridge.

"Yeah, I can't imagine their marriage would survive that," she said. "I guess Roibert is a pretty forgiving guy."

"Yeah," I said. Some strange force took over my body and I added, "I would."

"You would what?" she asked.

"Forgive you," I said. "If you had an affair."

"WHAT?" She was somewhere between amused and freaked out.

"I would forgive you," I said. "I mean, I love you and we could get through that."

She shook her head and scoffed. "Well I wouldn't forgive you mister, so don't get any ideas!"

I shook my head. "I could never cheat on you in a million years," I said.

"Good," she said.

"I might be built differently though," I said. "The thought of you cheating on me actually turns me on a little."

She nodded. "Oh I see, you've got some little porno fantasy all worked out huh?" I must've looked a bit embarrassed because she laughed at me. "Is it like when we were on vacation and you got me to piss on you?"

Now I had to laugh. "Yeah, I guess it's kinda like that," I said.

"Because that was kinda fun," she admitted. "Do you imagine me sneaking around behind your back? Going to hotel rooms and getting all secretive with my phone?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I said.

"Well you can keep dreaming buddy, that's never going to happen!"

I pulled her in and gave her a hug. "I just like the idea of you getting so turned on you couldn't help yourself," I whispered. "And the idea of me knowing I couldn't stop you and just accepting it. There's something... Special about the thought."

"Oh good god, you're a sicko," she said. But I started to kiss her on the neck and she responded.

I reached up under her hoodie and was surprised that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I felt her tits and her nipples were very hard. I kissed her mouth and she gave me a couple of little licks as I slid my hand down the front of her shorts.

She was sopping wet!

She was hot too, and I knew her body was telling me something she wasn't ready to admit in words.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her shorts down. She helped and got them off and took a wide stance as I dove between her legs. She held onto my head and the counter for stability and ground herself into me. I made my tongue get to work and began licking her desperately over and over, and she tasted amazing. So sweet and sticky.

I sucked on her clit and she shuddered in pleasure and gripped my hair. My knees hurt, but I took the pain. My mouth was in heaven and I loved the submissive nature of our position.

As my mouth worked, I looked up at my wife and was surprised that she was looking down at me with an expression of wonder. When we made eye contact, she began to shudder again, more violently this time, and I felt her gush into my mouth. I closed my eyes and revelled in the moment but then it was cut short by a knock at the back door.

Beth pushed me back onto my ass and pulled her shorts back on. I could see Anthony looking in, and even at his angle he must've gotten an eyeful.

He could probably see my wife's beautiful ass as she shimmied back into her shorts. She headed to the door, and I was rock hard with a glazed face, so I went the other direction and headed for the living room. "I'm sorry!" I heard Anthony say. "I just wanted to let you know that I was going to be using the sander for the next couple of hours. It's really loud."

"Oh that's okay honey, you do what you have to do," my wife said.

"People usually find it annoying," he continued. "So I like to give some warning. I didn't mean to invade your space."

"It's fine, you do what you have to do, don't worry about us!"

He said something else, but I couldn't hear it. When Beth came in, she was bright red.

"I don't think he saw anything," I said.

"He saw everything!" she said. "That was so embarrassing! I won't be able to look him in the eye now!"

"No, come on, it's not like that," I said. "I mean, he saw me going down on you, so what? He probably just thinks we have a hot marriage and we do. We're all adults right?"

"I'm mortified," she said. She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a vodka on ice. I was still turned on from eating her out and getting caught was kind of a bonus to me. I didn't see what the big deal was.

I thought I might've planted a seed in her mind, but I wasn't sure what would grow out of it yet.

*

Beth had a board retreat the next day and left the house early. I had the place to myself and I planned to do some 'research.' I got on the computer that we share in Beth's office and opened an incognito-mode window. I typed the word 'cuckold' into the search bar and scanned the results.

I was disappointed. It was mostly porn, but like just basic porn-scenes with women who had breast implants and wore lingerie and makeup. The only thing that made it 'cuckold' was that there would be a guy kind of watching or hanging around nearby.

There was also a lot of racist-sounding terminology that turned me off too. I would never, in my life, refer to a black man as a 'bull' under any circumstances. I almost thought that maybe I wasn't a cuckold, and that there was something else going on with me that didn't have a name, but then I found a forum that didn't allow pictures or videos. It was just people talking about the cuckold kink.

The post that did it for me was a guy whose wife had told him that she wanted to fuck her personal trainer, and asked him if it was okay.

Apparently, this guy had a relationship with his wife that was similar to mine--she was the breadwinner and he did most of the chores around the house. He said there were all kinds of imbalances in their relationship, but that it didn't bother him. He said that sex between them almost always involved him giving his wife oral, but that she never reciprocated.

Anyway, this guy's wife had been going to this trainer who'd gotten her into great shape and she told her husband that if she gave the trainer a little encouragement, that he'd probably fuck her. She just laid all that out for her husband, and said that she wanted to do it. He ended this post with one-word: HELP!

The first few responses were pretty much what you'd expect from horny guys typing with one hand, but the third seemed more measured. The writer claimed to be a woman and she said that he was lucky to have such good communication with his wife and that he should be talking about all this with her, not strangers on the internet.

He responded by asking her if she was married and 'cucked' her husband.

She said that she was a lurker who dreamed of initiating a cuckold relationship with her husband but wasn't sure how to get started. She said she admired his wife's bravery to just put her desires out in the open like that.

Some other commenter said that he was sure the wife was already fucking the trainer and she wanted to get permission retroactively. That comment had me rock hard.

The original poster responded that he might be right because she spent a lot of time with the guy. I got my hard-on out of my pants and kept reading. Someone asked if he wanted his wife to do it, and he said he was terrified of losing her, but the idea of her having amazing sex with someone else and then coming back to him was like some kind of magic image that made him feel like he was in a dreamworld.

That was exactly how I felt!

The next few posts were spread over long periods of time and then finally he posted an update about a month after his initial post. He said that he took one of the commenters' advice and had a long talk with his wife about his fears and desires.

He said that she told him she'd been flirting with the guy and had actually made out with him on the day she asked for his permission to initiate a sexual relationship. I was so turned on reading this, and I pictured Beth in a similar situation. I could come whenever I wanted, but I tried to hold off.

He said that she'd promised that her interest in this guy was purely sexual and that he was a player, not looking to start a serious relationship. She also promised to keep the husband fully involved at all times.

After he told her to go for it, she made him take her out to buy some new underwear for her first 'date' with the hot trainer. For some reason, that was the thing that pushed me over the edge, the preparation element. I came harder than I ever had in my life, and some cum even wound up in my hair which was a first.

I Xd out of the incognito window and cleaned up a bit and then just went and took a shower. Was I sick? Was I playing with fire? What was it about this that turned me on so much? How could I make this impossible dream into a reality? Had I already set in motion a chain of events that would end with Beth fucking one of the Sutton brothers?

I felt like a teenager, I'd just come and I was rock hard again thinking about it. I refrained from going for round two, I had a bunch of chores that needed to be done.

When I got home from the drugstore, the plumbing van was parked in our driveway and Anthony was talking to a big guy with overalls on. "How's it going?" I asked as I walked up to them.

"Good, good," Anthony said. "We're just figuring out the best way to hook up to the main sewage pipes from the house without causing any unnecessary problems."

"Sounds good," I said. I'd already met Albert the plumber the day before. I turned to go to the house and Anthony caught up to me.

"Hey, uh, Jay. I just wanted to apologize for yesterday." He spoke a little under his breath so that the plumber wouldn't hear. "I mean, I wasn't trying to peek or anything like that, I just always warn the homeowner when I'm going to be using that particular sander."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "It was kinda funny. I never thought you were peeping."

"Oh good," he said. "Beth seemed a bit embarrassed."

"Yeah she was," I said. "It doesn't bother me though, it's just sex."

"That's how I feel about it," he said. "Anyway, don't worry, it won't happen again."

I laughed. "That was the first time I ever performed cunnilingus on my wife in the kitchen. I think if you want to knock on the back door again, the chances that you'd interrupt us are pretty slim."

He laughed too. "Oh so it was a special occasion? What brought that on?"

I looked at him with a sort of vertigo feeling. "Well..."

He held up a hand. "Too far, I got it, too far. I always go one step too far."

"No, I'd tell you all about it, but like you said, Beth was embarrassed."

"Should I say something to her?"

Now that was interesting. "Uh, yeah, you might do that. She'd probably appreciate it."

He tapped his forehead and nodded.

By the time Beth got home, I had dinner prepared--farfalle with pesto, grilled chicken, and a simple salad, and I poured her a big glass of white wine from the never-ending box we keep in the fridge. She drank and ate and told me all about the retreat, which was dry-as-dust. "In fact," she said, "the only interesting thing that happened to me all day, just happened in the driveway when I got home."

"Yeah? What was that?"

"Anthony came over and gave me a very sincere apology for interrupting us yesterday."

"He apologized to me too," I said.

"He mentioned that. He said you told him that we only do that on special occasions so it would be safe for him to knock on the back door if he wants." She seemed slightly amused and I was glad she was taking it so well.

"I said something like that," I said.

"Oh? Did he ask what the special occasion was?"

"Yeah. I told him that we were discussing the possibility of you taking a lover."

Beth nearly choked on her wine. "WHAT?"

"Honey, I'm kidding. I told him I wasn't going to discuss anything that might embarrass you." She looked at me like she wasn't sure she believed me. "But he did seem pretty curious though," I added.

She went back to sipping her wine. "Well, I've been in those little shoes all day, and the idea of any kind of lovemaking is just exhausting right now. What I need, most of all, is a foot rub."

"Your wish is my command," I said.

After the foot rub, she fell asleep on the couch, and I woke her up about a half hour later and we went up to bed and did in fact make love. I started out by licking her pussy until she came and by the time I got around to actually fucking her, I didn't last long. She had a quivering, shuddering orgasm and we both fell asleep peaceful and content.

The Sunglasses:

The next day, I had to drive out to help my daughter move. She was changing dorm rooms, and had a bunch of boxes and stuff but no car. It was a trip that would leave Beth alone with Anthony for most of the day. I knew nothing would happen, but I liked the idea that it might, and I turned it around in my head on the long drive.

It was a busy day with three separate trips, made more complicated by my daughter's disorganized packing methods. We spent the afternoon unpacking and getting her settled in the new space and we were both hungry so I ordered a pizza and when I got back from picking it up I told my daughter she should call her mom to let her know that she'd gotten settled. "I just called her now," she said. "She was drinking beer with some guy."

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh daddy, don't be silly! I think she said it was one of the guys working on your garage..."

"Oh, right. Anthony," I said.

She looked at me like I was crazy--and maybe I was. But it got worse on my way home. I called Beth and told her about my day moving Hallie into her new place. I told her about the dorm and the new roommates and everything, and then very casually asked her about her day.

"Oh pretty boring," she said. "I went to the grocery store and you'd be proud, I remembered that we needed tinfoil."

"Good," I said. "How are things with the garage?"

"I don't know," she said. "The plumber was here all day again today."

"Hm," I said. I was waiting for her to add that she'd had a beer with Anthony, but she didn't! "Well, I'll be home in an hour. Are you hungry?"

"We have some leftovers," she said. "No need to make a big thing out of it."

I agreed and we said our goodbyes. I was shaking. Why would she lie? Was it a lie? Maybe it was just such a minor occurrence that she'd forgotten. Or maybe...

No. I was just being my perverted self. But still. She'd omitted the fact that she'd spent time with this man--a man she'd told me she found hot--and a man I'd practically given her a green light to sleep with if she wanted. I was worried about driving in the state I was in. I felt drunk.

I decided that I should remove any lingering doubt for my wife and explicitly give her the green light to sleep with Anthony if she wanted to. How could I do that? Would she hate me for it? Resent me? See me as less of a man?

At that moment, flying down the highway rock-hard, I didn't care. I was ready to risk it all for this crazy dream. I wanted my wife to cheat on me! I needed her to do it! I hoped with all my heart that she already had!

*

When I got home, I said nothing about Anthony and just went about heating up some leftover lasagna from a few days before. I did put a little effort into the salad, and poured myself and my lovely wife some of our box wine and sat down in the living room to eat in front of the TV, something we didn't do too often.

Then I noticed a pair of sunglasses that I didn't recognize next to the pillow on the sofa.

I picked them up and asked my wife whose they were. She actually blushed a little. "Oh those are Anthony's," she said. "He came in earlier. I think he's bored with his brother out of town and his work on pause while the plumber does his thing."

"He was in the living room?" I asked, slightly less casually than I'd hoped.

"Yes, he said he owed me a six pack since I'd brought him one the other day. Well, I told him I couldn't accept the six pack unless he drank one with me. Same thing he told me."

"So you two sat here in the living room and drank beer together?" I asked.

"Yep, we had three each. Sorry honey, I guess I should've left you one."

"That's okay," I said. I put the sunglasses down on the coffee table and sipped my wine and ate a bit. I could feel my wife trying to find something to say about it.

Finally she changed the subject and asked me about one of Hallie's new roommates that I'd met--the one who had a car. She was concerned because the car was old and she wanted to know if our daughter would be riding around in a deathtrap. I told her that it was hardly a deathtrap and reassured her that Hallie's roommate seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. "She's pre-med, it'll be fine," I said.

"Okay," She said.

We ate in silence for a while and then she started giggling. "What?" I said.

"He left those there on purpose," she said. I guess my confusion showed. "The sunglasses. We got a little tipsy--it was some kind of extra-strong German beer..."

"Okay..."

"He said he was surprised that I'd invited him in, considering that you weren't around. He said that most married women would avoid any situation that their husbands might misinterpret."

"Wow, that must've been some strong beer," I said.

"It was," she said. "Anyway, I told him it wasn't like that with me and you, and that I could have a beer with whoever I wanted. He still thought that you'd probably be jealous if you ever found out that I'd invited him in while you were out of town."

"He's got some ego, huh?"

"Oh we were buzzed, I don't think he meant anything by it." She sipped her wine. "Anyway I told him I was going to tell you about his visit as soon as you got home, but he proposed a different idea. He said I should test you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he said I should not tell you and he'd leave something around the house, that's when he thought of the sunglasses, and that I should only admit he'd been there AFTER you found them."

"Oh Jesus," I said. "What a silly idea. What was I supposed to do? get mad?"

"That's what he thought you'd do," she said. "Of course I told him you'd be cool about it."

"And you were right," I said.

"Yeah but I had more information than him, so it wasn't a fair bet."

"Bet?"

"Oh it's silly, the loser has to buy the next six-pack, that's all."

"Huh," I said. I liked the way this guy operated. If he lost, he'd be out the cost of a six pack, but if he won... "So what information did you have that he didn't?"

"Our conversation the other day," she said. "You told me that the thought of me cheating on you actually turned you on! So I figured the evidence that he'd been here might trigger a much different response than anger."

"Oh, so you thought I'd see the sunglasses and assume you two had spent the afternoon fucking? Beth, I know you pretty well, I know you'd never do that!"

"Oh?" she laughed. It was a response that gave me so much hope. It also turned me all the way on. She was laughing at the idea that she wouldn't do it.

I put my glass of wine down. "Listen, Beth. All kidding aside, if you want to fuck Anthony, I'm fine with it... No, more than that. I'd be super excited by it. I don't know why. As long as it wasn't an emotional thing, you know? If it was purely sexual, and if you kept me involved in certain ways, I'd be very happy if you took him as a lover."

She just stared at me, holding her wine glass and not saying a word for a long time. "Honey, I was joking," she said finally.

"I know you were, but I'm not," I said.

She shook her head as if trying to dispel some intrusive thought. "That's nuts! I'm not interested in some open marriage where we're both out there trying to get laid all the time. Is this some midlife crisis or empty-nest syndrome or some shit?"

"No, god, eww," I said. "This would purely be about you. Like I said, I would never ever cheat on you. I'm talking about YOU being able to explore your sexuality freely with my blessing." She was looking at me like she was concerned about my mental health. "I'll help you get ready and be here waiting when you get back," I added.

"I think you might actually be serious," she said. "My god!"

I held up my hands in a gesture of peace. "Hey, I'm just telling you how I feel. No pressure or anything. I just think we have the type of marriage that could sustain an arrangement like that, and it would make both of us happy, not to mention Anthony, so why not?"

"No," she said. "The answer is no. No way. A resounding NO!"

"Okay, I'm sorry," I said. "I guess the whole sunglasses thing might've made me a bit over-hopeful. It's fine, I won't bring it up again."

"Good," she said.

But she was quiet for most of the rest of the evening, and after her second big glass of wine, she went upstairs and took a long shower, which wasn't her usual routine. Was she masturbating in there? I don't know. But she'd certainly been mulling our conversation over, and then she'd sought some privacy. The chain of events seemed suggestive.

I'd said my piece, and now the ball was in her court, but a direct conversation about everything wasn't really her style. The next morning, when Anthony arrived with the plummer, Beth handed me the sunglasses and asked me to give them to him. "And tell him that he owes us a six pack," she said.

I couldn't believe it! She'd shot me down so thoroughly yesterday, and today she was flirting with him through me! "Okay," I said.

"And wipe that fucking grin off your face," she added as I took the sunglasses.

I was nervous, but I reminded myself that this was my house, and Beth was my wife, and if anyone should be nervous, it should be Anthony. "I found these on my couch," I said walking up to him. "Beth says they're yours."

"Oh," he said. "Yeah, I must've set them down."

"Those are nice ones, you don't want to lose them," I said.

"Nah, they're cheap," he said.

"And you owe us a six pack too," I said.

His smile went very wide across his face. "I've never been happier to lose a bet!" he said. "Fuck a six-pack, I'll take you guys out! What are you doing tonight?"

"We didn't have anything planned," I said.

"Good. Ever been to that new place in town called Cobalt? They have a serious draft beer selection."

"That sounds great," I said.

"It'll take me a while to get ready after work," he said. "Let's meet after dinner, like 7:30 or 8:00."

"Eight works," I said. "It's on South Broad?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Good, we'll be there."

"It's a date!" he said, and I could immediately see a flicker in his eye like he wished he hadn't said that.

I just laughed.

Beth was happy with the idea. Cobalt had been written up in a foodie blog and one of her friends had shared the article on facebook. When I told her that he said it was a 'date,' she shrugged. "That's just an expression," she said.

"I know, I've heard the expression," I said.

"Don't you start with your weirdness," she said.

"I didn't say anything," I said. "But I did think it might be a good excuse to go shopping today. You've been saying that you need a new outfit."

"That's not a bad idea," she said.

She was happy that I wanted to go with her. Usually when she went clothes-shopping, I would find some other pressing thing that needed to be done. I guess she probably knew that I was getting a perverted kick out of it, but she didn't seem to mind.

We went to Banana Republic, but she couldn't find anything she liked after trying on four different dresses. One of them was very sexy, a short floral print skirt and top with a plunging neckline. "Oh I'm so sure, you'd just love it if I dressed like a prostitute wouldn't you?"

"I would," I admitted.

We went to Anthropologie and she found a short black dress that showed off just as much of her beautiful body as the other outfit, but since it was black I guess it was more conservative in her mind. I did not point out the discrepancy. She was very happy with it, and as we left I suggested we visit the store across the parking lot from Anthropologie--Victoria's Secret.

She looked at me suspiciously. "You think I should get some new undies?"

"Yeah," I said. "Why not?"

"Okay," she said. "Come on." I followed her like a puppy, carrying her shopping bag. She led me to her favorite spot in the store, the table that had the five pair for $32 sign on it. There were all kinds, folded and displayed like candy at a candy shop. She looked down at them and slowly walked around the table.

There was another woman nearby, but as soon as she left, Beth looked at me and whispered, "Which ones do you think would appeal to Anthony?"

I must've looked shocked, because she laughed at me.

"Oh come on, I'm just teasing you," she said.

"I... I like it when you tease me," I whispered back.

"I think these little frilly ones are cute," she said holding them up. "Of course, I'll need a size large to cover my whole ass." She went into the drawers below and found a large version of the same pair, and then kept looking. "How about these striped ones? They're nice, and these chocolate colored lace ones, ooh! They're stretchy too. I could maybe get away with a medium."

She handed them to me and found one more pair of black ones, then looked at the bras but couldn't find anything she liked. I went and paid for the underwear and left carrying two bags.

At a little after five, I was fixing dinner when there was a knock at the back door. I opened it and Anthony stood there smiling, wearing the sunglasses I'd returned to him that morning. "I'm going to get going. I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Beth even went shopping and got a new outfit for the occasion."

"Cool," he said. "I should be there by eight, you know where it is and everything?"

"Yep," I said.

"Okay see you later," he said.

Beth didn't eat much of her flank steak or potatoes because she said she wanted to be able to fit into her new dress. I think she really was just thinking about the amazing appetizers they were supposed to have at Cobalt. After dinner, she went upstairs to take a shower and I heard her call my name while she was in there. I went into the steamy bathroom and asked what she needed.

"Will you get me the new shaving gel? It's in the cupboard in the hall." I went out and retrieved the new bottle and handed it past the shower curtain, only peeking a little. "Thanks hun!" she said.

I put the seat down and sat on the edge of the toilet. "Are you shaving?" I asked stupidly.

"Well I'm wearing a skirt," she said. "I don't want to go out looking like bigfoot!"

Through the shower curtain, I could see her hunched over working on herself. "Do you need any help?" I asked hopefully.

"No, I think I can manage," she said. It sure didn't look like she was shaving her legs though. My suspicions were confirmed when she got out of the shower. Her pussy hair was now little more than a landing strip. The full contour of her pussy lips was exposed.

"Wow!" I said. "That's sexy!"

"You like it? It kept coming out crooked so I took off more than I meant to..."

"It's perfect," I said.

I sat there and watched her dry herself off. She put on some deodorant and applied cream to her heels and elbows. She put on some very light foundation and did a subtle eye shadow thing and just a hint of blush. Finally she leaned very close to the mirror and applied bright red lipstick.

She blotted it with some toilet paper and then made a kissy face at me. I was getting pretty turned on watching her get ready for the 'date.' It really did seem like she was getting ready for a date. She went out and came back wearing the stretchy lacy underwear that was a size too small. Her ample ass-cheeks were visible on either side of the back panel.

She looked so hot as she blew her hair dry topless in those sexy panties.

When her hair was finally done, she turned to me and said, "Show's over, come on. You have to get ready too, it's after 7:30."

"You're stunning," I said. I put a hand on her waist and she pulled away when I tried to kiss her.

"You'll smear my lipstick!" she said. She looked down and giggled at the erection pushing my pants out in front. "You'd better get rid of that before we go too."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I just finished getting clean," she said. "So you'd better take care of that yourself."

"Now?" I asked.

"You want me to be your visual aid?"

We'd never done anything like that before, but something about the situation made it seem right. "Yes, please," I said. I undid my pants and let them fall, then pulled my underwear down and stood hard in front of Beth.

She smirked. "Is all that just from watching me get ready?" she asked.

I started to rub myself. "Yeah," I said. "You have an incredible body."

"You think so because you're my husband," she said.

"No. Any straight guy with blood pumping through his veins would agree with me. Just wait until you're out in that new dress, watch where their eyes go. They'll all want you."

She stood up a bit straighter and licked her lips. "You like seeing my tits?"

"I love it," I said.

"You like my new underwear?"

"Uh-huh, turn around." I said. She obliged me and pulled the back of the undies up, giving herself a wedgie for my benefit. "Ooh yeah!" I said, stroking faster.

"Well, I'll tell you something, but I don't want you getting any crazy ideas..." she said.

"What?" I asked, practically panting.

"I like it when men look at me. I want them to look. I bought that dress for tonight specifically because I want Anthony to look."

It was too much. I spurted cum in a little geyser onto the tile floor. She squealed and laughed. "Wow, you really do like my slutty side don't you? You'd better get yourself cleaned up. We have to go."

*

We got there at about ten after because parking was a bit trickier than I'd thought. Anthony was the first person we saw when we walked in. "You look incredible!" he said to Beth.

He gave her a hug with a squeeze to it and then patted me on the shoulder. The place was crowded, but Anthony had put our names in and we stood around talking for only a few minutes before the hostess called us and walked us to a booth in the back. "We should get some of their shrimp, they do a really good shrimp plate here."

"Ooh nice," Beth said.

It was a small booth with a round table, and Beth sat in between Anthony and me. She was a little more on my side than his, she set her purse down between herself and him.

We talked about the beer list, but Beth decided she wanted to have a mixed drink that she'd never heard of, some new twist on a mint julep. I got a trendy IPA that I'd had once before somewhere and Anthony got something similar.

We chatted about the garage a bit and about what Lance was doing with the investment property and about our girls and it was all just pleasant chit-chat. We ordered three appetizers, the shrimp, some pork wontons, and a chili dip that was served with toasted pita.

I ordered another beer and then excused myself to go to the restroom.

I guess you could say I took my time. I did my business, washed my hands and stood there while the blower did its work and thought about the two of them. They were alone together.

I thought that he might take the opportunity to flirt with Beth a little and that she'd probably enjoy that. Then I thought about how they were alone at a booth in a public place. I imagined who the worst person to spot them would be, maybe that bitch from the PTA or someone from one of Beth's boards. Anything could happen!

My head was swimming with the possibilities. People would talk behind my back, and say, 'did you hear about Beth? I guess she goes out with guys behind Jay's back... So-and-so spotted her on a date the other night.'

I was feeling aroused entertaining these thoughts as I left the restroom. I pretended I had some urgent business on my phone, and stood by the fire extinguisher and pretended to text, but really I just wanted to peek at my wife and Anthony.

When I looked up, she was laughing and the expression on her face was somehow unfamiliar to me. She looked like she was having fun. Then, while I watched, she pushed Anthony by the arm and her fingers lingered a bit and I could tell by the body language that he'd made some off-color remark or innuendo.

I put my phone away, happy that they were showing signs of progression and walked back to the table. I felt like a third wheel or a wet blanket because the laughter trailed off when I got there. "Did you fall in?" Beth asked.

I smiled sheepishly and then I saw it: her purse was now on my side, between me and her! She'd moved it! I sat down while butterflies threw a rave in my tummy and I sipped some beer to calm them down.

Beth and Anthony kept talking about whatever it was they'd been talking about. It was loud in there, but I was able to eavesdrop some of it. "... So he finally told her to just stop, but she was not going to take no for an answer. I don't know what she expected, I really think she wanted to get serious. But Lance isn't the type to settle down. He was just having fun."

My wife shook her head. "It sounds like it was an awful mess."

"Listen, I haven't told you half of it!" Anthony said. "Anyway, he'd be annoyed with me if he knew I told you all that. But, since you asked," he shrugged. "I guess people talk."

"I wasn't gossiping or anything, it was information that was volunteered to me."

"I figured," he said. He looked at my wife's purse and then at me with a faint smile on his lips. "You like that beer?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's good," I said.

"Can I try a sip?"

"Sure," I said. I handed him my glass and he took quite a hefty glug out of it.

"Hmm," He said. "I don't know why, but everyone else's beer always tastes better than whatever I get for myself."

Beth stared at him in amazement but before anyone could say anything, the food arrived and we set in to eating. Beth ordered another drink, and by the time the waiter came to take the dishes away, she was ready for a third. I was on my third beer by then and feeling slightly buzzed.

The conversation had veered back to mundae matters and he explained to Beth why the Norwegian woodworking methods were superior to American. "I have a book about it, a big coffee table book--beautiful stuff. I could lend it to you if you'd like. I did a table for my apartment in the same method, it's all these different shades of wood. I really think it would add a lot, since we're doing a built-in wooden desk anyway."

"I'd love to see it," she said.

He looked at me and I said it sounded great. "She's the boss though," I added. "If it's a budget issue, you should just go straight to her."

He laughed. "That's a very sensible arrangement," he said. We finished our drinks and I insisted that we split the check, which bugged Anthony because he was the one who'd invited us to the expensive restaurant. We were still chatting as we left. "I don't live far," he said. "Why don't you follow me over to my place and I'll get you that book. When you see how they do blonde-wood inlays, you'll see what I mean."

Beth looked at me and I nodded. "Yeah, okay, sounds good."

"You're down on Philbert? I'll come down--you know my truck."

We split up and Beth and I walked to our car together. She seemed happy and a bit drunk. When we got in, I asked what they'd been talking about while I was in the bathroom. "Oh, stupid me," she said, "I brought up that thing about his brother and Samantha. He said it's happened before. He actually told me he thinks it's because Lance has such a big dick!" She giggled and shook her head.

"Is that what you were laughing about?"

"Well," she said, "I merely pointed out that they were identical twins and he seemed to think that meant I was asking if he also had a... Big one..."

"And?"

"He said when he and his brother played little league, the sporting goods store had to order them special cups." She roared with laughter, probably because she was drunk more than anything.

I laughed too. "Here comes our big swinging-dick contractor in his truck now," I said. I pulled out behind him and followed him the five minute drive to his apartment building. He pulled into a spot in the driveway and there was just barely enough room for me to pull in behind him.

He came back and I rolled the window down. "Hey come on up for a second, I'll show you the table I made... You might as well while you're here," he said to us.

I was proud of how fast my brain worked at that moment, because I said, "You go ahead honey, I'm blocking the sidewalk here, I might have to move the car."

She looked at me alarmed. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, take some pictures for me," I said. She looked like she was about to slap me or something so I quickly added. "Of the table. I just want to see what blonde wood inlays look like."

"You'll love it," Anthony said to me. He flashed his wide smile. I could almost feel Beth melt there beside me in the car.

"Okay," she said, "I'll be right back!" She got out and she and Anthony went off together up the stairs. I couldn't believe it! I was so turned on.

I was sure that he was going to seduce her. It had to happen, they were drunk and alone in his apartment, and she knew I couldn't get mad about it because I'd already told her she could fuck him.

I imagined them kissing as soon as the door shut, him pushing her up against the wall and feeling her up, her wrapping her legs around him. I imagined them tearing their clothes off as they ran to his bedroom. I imagined him plunging his massive cock into her soft, yielding pussy.

I made the mistake of grabbing my hard dick through my pants and that was all it took. I had a semi-painful orgasm in my boxer shorts right there in Anthony's driveway.

I was filled with embarrassment and shame. Here I was, a grown man with two adult kids, a mortgage, and a wife and I had just cum in my pants like a teenager who'd been dry-humping his prom date. Jesus, I was disgusted with myself.

And the whole thing was silly. She wasn't up there fucking Anthony, she'd be right down, holding a coffee table book about woodworking. She'd said 'I'll be right back,' that meant 'nothing's going to happen you sicko, calm down!' But... She was up there with him, and his motivations couldn't be pure, could they?

No. He wanted to fuck her, clearly.

Why had she gone?

I thought about trying to clean myself with whatever napkins I could find in the glovebox, but I decided against it. I figured it would have to wait until I got home, but it was uncomfortable. I must've cum a whole lot because I could feel it dripping down my inner thigh.

Disgusting.

I guess she was up there for maybe ten minutes. Then she came running down the stairs, crying. She got in the car and slammed the door. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"He... He kissed me!" she said.

I laughed and she shot me a furious look.

"It's. Not. Funny." she hissed. "Go, just drive!"