0 comments/ 43562 views/ 23 favorites Carla and the Contractors By: Dyolf4500 Our son Tommy had been able to stay at home with us while attending a local college, so Carla and I had seen him every day of his life until he got an out of state job directly out of college. I was so proud of him that I bought him a new car as a graduation present. We had actually ridden with him to Houston, Texas in his new car. We took turns sharing the driving, and flew back home after he was settled in to his apartment. Once we got home, it didn't take long for her to begin to miss him. After about two months, it was visibly noticeable that she had become depressed and more so each day. She kept asking me to take her to visit him, so I finally broke down and bought round trip airline tickets to Houston and back. He lived in a small one-bedroom apartment and there was no place for us to sleep there, so I reserved a room for seven days at a nearby hotel. He hadn't worked there long enough to be eligible to take any time off but we were able to wine and dine him every night. I always took a short nap to recuperate from exploring some of the cities great sites during the day before we went to dinner with Tommy. Carla was ecstatic during the entire visit and her face just beamed with joy the entire time we were there. Houston is a great city...a little hot, but other than that a great city. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and in what seemed like no time at all we had to return home. Carla was fine for a few weeks but soon became despondent again. I knew she would be ok in time but meanwhile I came up with a plan to try to cheer her up. About two months after we returned from our visit with Tommy, I approached her with the idea of having some updates made to our home and she enthusiastically took to the idea. We discussed the things that needed updating and agreed that our first project would be to turn an adjacent bedroom into a master bath and large walk-in closet. Our bedroom was large but otherwise rather modest, except for the wet bar in one corner of the room. Oh yes, there was also the French doors leading to a small deck off our bedroom that Carla used to lay out on when she felt she needed to work on her tan...sometimes in the nude. After thumbing through the yellow pages, we selected three local companies to obtain proposals and quotes for the project. We set up the first two appointments for the following Friday at different times and a man from each company came to discuss the job with us and give us a quote. They both had good references and the prices were about what we expected. I found both of them to be adequate but since we were going to get three proposals, I told them we would think it over and get back in touch with them in a couple of days. After they left, Carla expressed her opinion of them, "I hope we can do better than them Chris. I don't know why, but they just didn't impress me at all." "I liked what they said Carla and I think we should keep an open mind until we hear what the other company has to offer." "Ok, let me sleep on it and maybe I'll feel differently tomorrow honey." The next morning two men from the third company called 'Roberts Remodeling Contractors' arrived about a half hour earlier than we expected. Carla was still primping so I told her to meet us in the den as soon as possible. I introduced myself as Chris and told them my wife Carla would be down in a few minutes. They introduced themselves as John Roberts and his brother Steve. They were both nice looking men of average height in their early to mid-forties. It was obvious that they both worked with their hands and probably worked out in the gym as well because of their chiseled physiques. John had brown hair with what my wife would call bedroom eyes. Steve was the real looker of the two with sky blue eyes and blond hair that came down slightly below his ears. When Carla entered the room, I saw a look of surprise and delight come across Steve's face. His gaze fixed directly on her with his eyes moving slowly up and down to take in her entire sexy five foot four inch tall body. Her long brown hair laid neatly on her shoulders and her blue eyes were gleaming as usual. She was wearing a short tight fitting dark blue dress that clung to her body and showed off her shapely legs, flat stomach, and well-rounded butt. It was not out of character for her to wear dresses like that and I'm sure she didn't intended for it to be overtly sexy. However, I knew the sight of her large tits squirming at will as they tried to pop out of her bra was enough to give any red-blooded man a thrill, so I couldn't blame Steve for the effect she was having on him. She too was well aware of it and the beaming smile that came across her face showed that she also felt an instant connection to him. I introduced Carla to them and then we sat down and began discussing the project. They gave us their recommendations, which included things that we hadn't even thought of...apparently the other men hadn't either. Then with the aid of a computer program, John quickly came up with an estimate that was just a little higher than the first two. All through the meeting, Steve could hardly take his eyes off Carla and she did nothing to discourage the attention she was receiving...a display of flirtation that neither John nor I could have possibly missed. When the presentation was over, I still hadn't made a decision and intended to tell them that we would think it over and get back with them in a few days. Carla saw the indecision on my face and didn't give me a chance to speak. "Well Chris, It looks like we've found our men. When can you guys get started?" She blurted out with my mouth half open to speak. "We're putting the finishing touches on our last job and we can start a week from this coming Monday if it's alright with you guys." Steve said. "That's great, I'll be looking forward to seeing you then," Carla said while staring straight into Steve's gleaming blue eyes. Her use of the word 'I' instead of 'we' didn't go unnoticed by me and by the surprised look on John's face it was obvious that he had noticed it too. We signed the necessary papers and shook hands on the agreement. Steve seemed to hold on to Carla's hand a little longer than necessary before he finally told her it was nice meeting her and then walked out the door with his brother. Carla had never visibly shown so much interest in another man since we had been married. Today's display of interest in Steve left me a little bewildered, and at the same time a little bit excited. I must admit that it turned me on to watch Steve's bold advances toward her as well as her seeming encouragement to his advances. Carla was back to her normal self and her face was beaming with joy for the entire next week. She talked continuously about how nice it will be to jump out of bed and take a shower after having sex. That's the first time she had mentioned sex since Tommy left home. To my surprise, Carla never once mentioned missing our son during the entire week. The night before they were to show up, she was in great spirits and fell asleep with a smile on her face. She woke up early the next morning and went to the bathroom across the hall to take a shower. She returned wearing a new nightgown that she had just bought and with her long brown hair perfectly combed and laying neatly on her shoulders. "It's still early dear so you sleep for a while longer while I go down and cook breakfast. I'll wake you when it's ready," she said. "Ok dear," I mumbled and immediately went back to sleep. I awoke to the sound of my wife laughing and talking to someone. I showered, dressed, and went down stairs to eat the breakfast that I had smelled the entire time I had been awake. I walked unnoticed into the kitchen to the sight of Carla and Steve sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, talking, and laughing between sips while staring into each other's eyes. "Hello Steve," I said. My words startled Carla and caused her to spill a small amount of coffee from the cup that she was holding. "Hello Chris, I'm sorry if I woke you. I know it's a little early but I couldn't sleep and I thought I'd come on over and get started if you were awake." "Why, couldn't you sleep Chris are you sick or something," I asked while knowing exactly what that something was. I had half a mind to tell him to leave and get one of the other companies to do the job. I knew he was going to try to fuck my wife and she had to know it too. However, Carla had always been faithful to me and I trusted her. Looking forward to the bedroom addition had really cheered her up and John and Steve were the men she had chosen to do the job. I knew she had been flirting with him but in my heart, I knew she loved me and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that love. "It happens with every new job Chris. I just lay awake most of the night thinking about what I'm going to do the next day," Steve replied with a quick glance at Carla that just reinforced my beliefs about his intentions. I ate breakfast and we talked for about half an hour before John arrived and the two of them went upstairs to start the demolition work on the adjacent bedroom. Carla went upstairs to dress and soon returned wearing a pair of jeans that weren't too tight fitting and a Houston Rockets t-shirt, that she had bought on our trip to see our son. To my surprise, she was uncharacteristically wearing a bra, which pleased me immensely. I owned my own health food store business and I had hired a business manager to take care of the day-to-day business so I was able to take off work at any time. I handled most things that required my attention by phone and hadn't even been in the store for quite a while. I figured this arrangement would work out well while the renovation was taking place. Carla and I went to the den to watch TV while the guys worked. Every hour or two Carla felt the need to go upstairs to check on their progress. She was usually gone for about ten minutes and during that time, the construction sounds audibly diminished, but I always heard a lot of laughter from the men and a lot of giggling from Carla...as if she were a teenager again. To my delight, the work stopped at five O'clock, but of course, Carla had to go up and talk to them while they put their tools away. It seemed to take them much longer to do that simple task than I would have thought. After the men left, I went upstairs to see what they had accomplished. All the sheet rock was gone from the walls and the ceiling. They had removed some of the flooring. I didn't know for sure why they removed the flooring, but I assumed it had something to do with plumbing. I didn't completely trust them with my wife, but I did trust their building skills because I had checked out all three companies before I got estimates from them. The next two days was much the same, with Carla getting up early and having coffee with Steve while he waited for John to show up for work. To my surprise and delight, Carla's clothing selection remained about the same. Of course, Carla continued to check on their progress every hour or two...an endeavor that slowed their work progress considerably. However, I knew it made her happy so I didn't object to her doing it. She was happier than she had been since our son...Uh, was home. During this time, the plumbing was completed. They also installed the electrical outlets and the boxes for the lights and fans and ran the wiring to them. I figured they were making excellent progress in spite of Carla's interference. They didn't seem to mind her constant intrusions, in fact I suspect they enjoyed it, especially Steve whom I suspect figured it played into his plans to fuck her. On the fourth day, Carla's clothing selection again remained about the same except that her jeans were much tighter. They showed off curves and crevices that I figured only I had a right to see, but what the hell I figured, let her turn them on a little if it makes her happy. They accomplished a lot of work on the fourth day. In spite of Carla's interference, they built a room to enclose the water closet, made an opening to our bedroom, and installed a set of double doors that opened back into the bedroom. They also closed off the door leading into the new bathroom from the hall by building a linen closet behind the door. On the fifth day Carla's clothing selection was the same as the fourth day except that she discarded the bra...I figured that was coming. This was a brilliant move on her part because it must have motivated them to work even faster. They got the subfloor and the shower installed. They got all the sheet rock installed and even applied the first layer of dry wall compound on all the joints and screw holes. "Damn if they're going to work that hard, I don't care if you go naked all next week Carla," I told her. "I had already been planning on doing that," she jokingly replied. At the end of the day, to my surprise and Carla's delight they told us that in order to keep on schedule they needed to work Saturday. They planned to complete the mudding work on the sheet rock, install the heating system on the floor and lay the tile on the floor and in the shower. "That's a lot of work to get done in one day. If you get here about half an hour early, I'll have breakfast ready for you. I'll fix sandwiches for your lunch and have a full course meal ready for you when you get through working for the day," Carla said. "We couldn't ask you to do that for us Carla. It just wouldn't be right," Steve said. "I insist Steve. It'll give us a chance to get better acquainted if you can stay over for a while after dinner," she said. "I insist too. You guys bring some extra clothes and you can take a shower in the other upstairs bathroom after you finish working. Hell, you can even sleep over if you want too," I said. "That sounds like an excellent idea to me Chris, especially the sleep over part of it. That will really give us a chance to get acquainted," Carla enthusiastically said. Sensing the possibilities that might create Steve said, "I don't see how we can pass up an invitation like that since you both insist." "It's settled then, we'll see you in the morning for breakfast," Carla said. "We'll be here bright and early," Steve said as they headed out the door. "Don't forget the extra cloths," Carla yelled before they had a chance to close the front door. "No way," Steve yelled just before the door closed. 'I hope I'm not getting into something that I'll regret' I thought when they were gone. Carla was ecstatic and smiling from ear to ear. I was glad to see her so happy but couldn't help wondering if she was planning something that she hadn't told me about. When I went down for coffee before breakfast Saturday morning, there sat Steve drinking coffee and talking to Carla. She was wearing a short burgundy robe over the see through negligee she had slept in, but had already brushed her hair. As usual, it lay in perfect waves on her shoulders. She was a beautiful sight to behold, even this early in the morning. I suspect Steve thought so too because he couldn't take his eyes off her as she finished cooking breakfast. When breakfast was ready, Carla excused herself to go upstairs and get dressed while Steve and I talked. John arrived shortly and Carla returned a few minutes later. The hemline of the loose fitting pleated blue skirt she was wearing came slightly above her knees...no attempt to exploit her sexy legs and ass there. However, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra because her tits were bouncing up and down under her matching blue t-shirt that displayed the mascot of her favorite sports team. This was her favorite t-shirt too because, with a little imagination, the mascots tongue hanging out resembled a man's phallus. As if to emphasize the image she wanted to display even more this morning, she was wearing a pair of low cut white gym shoes and white socks. As she walked up to the table and sat down Steve said, "Good morning cheerleader. I hope you're going to do some cheering for us today." "I'd be delighted to cheer for you Steve. What sport do you have in mind today," she said. "Anything you want Carla," he said with a big hearty laugh. We talked, joked, and had a good time while we ate breakfast. Steve stared straight into Carla's eyes the entire time. It was obvious to me that he wanted to fuck my wife and I knew it had to be obvious to her too. The disconcerting thing was whether she was just innocently playing around with him, or did she want to fuck him too, maybe she was even planning to do so. They soon had to go to work which allayed my concerns, at least for the time being. Carla and I went to the den as usual to watch TV while they worked. I hadn't been to the store for a while and had intended to go anyway before the brothers decided to work today, so Instead of watching TV, I decided to go to the store and check things out. "Carla dear I've decided to go to town today for about an hour and see how things are going at the store," I said. "That's good dear; you haven't been out of the house all week. Take your time and enjoy yourself and I'll take care of things here," she said with a scheming grin on her face. "You stay out of trouble while I'm gone dear," I said while wondering if she was going to try to seduce Steve while I was gone or maybe it would be the other way around. When I got there my store manager was just hanging up the phone, but I heard her say, "...don't worry, I'll find a way to placate him." "Who was that on the phone Marcie?" I asked. "Oh, that was my husband saying our son is pestering him about getting a dog again," she said. "I guess you're just going to have to break down and get one," I laughingly said. "That ain't gonna happen Chris. By the way there's a few things that we could use your help with," she said. She hadn't called me because those things weren't really so important that they couldn't wait another week. I decided to take care of them today anyway so I called Carla and told her I wouldn't be back for another two or three hours. That turned into four hours before I finished the work and returned to the house. I was concerned about being gone so long. The thought ran through my mind that they might have fucked Carla while I was gone. The thought also entered my mind that maybe I had subconsciously left and stayed gone so long because I wanted them to fuck her. My fears were again allayed when I entered the house through the kitchen door and saw all three of them sitting there eating lunch. Carla still had on the same clothes and her hair still looked perfect. A feeling of calm and relief came over me and I sat down and ate lunch with them. Things went along smoothly Saturday afternoon. After a couple of hours of continuously going upstairs and cheering for the guys, Carla settled down and put all her efforts into preparing a meal for dinner that John and Steve would be sure to enjoy. I suspect that she thought the way to a man's heart is through his stomach but I knew better. The way to a man's heart is in that part of a woman's body that lies well below her heart...at least for the short term. The guys made some good progress Saturday. By five O'clock, they had completed all the tasks that were on the day's schedule. They showered and shaved in the bathroom located across the hall from our bedroom. They then came down stairs to enjoy the meal that I'm sure they had been thinking about all day, or was it something even better that they might have been thinking about all day. Carla had previously taken a shower and added a little make up, not that she needed it but I'm sure she did it to impress the guys. She had changed into a short sleeveless tight fitting red dress that came about six inches above her knees. It left the top of her breasts on display and the low v-cut front exposed a fair amount of cleavage. I wondered what kept her large luscious breasts from popping out of the undersized topless brassiere that was trying to contain them. The matching red shoes with short heels added about two inches to her height. Carla and the Contractors I must admit the meal was delicious and the wine she selected was a perfect complement to the rest of the meal. I noticed that she drank two glasses of it and so did all three of us guys. After the meal was finished, I thought the accolades from John and Steve would never end but thankfully, they did. After we all cleaned off the table and loaded the dishes in the dishwasher, Carla excused herself to go upstairs and freshen up while we guys went to the den and talked. Carla returned a few minutes later. It was obvious that she had removed her bra because her tits were bouncing up and down under her dress as she walked into the den, bypassing her recliner, and sat down on the couch between Steve and John. I served drinks for all of us, which along with the dinner, the wine, and Carla's sexy outfit set the mood for a very romantic mood. I was sure that if I weren't there they would be fucking her within minutes. Did I want it to happen because I wanted to see her happy again, or were those thoughts just lust on my part? Regardless of my motivations, I enjoyed myself as we talked and joked and had a great time while we enjoyed the drinks. We quickly finished our first drinks while we talked and became better acquainted. I poured all of us another round and we were well on our way to finishing them off too when Carla picked up the remote and clicked the stereo on. It started playing some slow romantic music that she had previously programed into it. After we finished off those drinks too and I was giving everyone another refill, John asked Carla if she would like to dance. "I'd love to dance with you John. I've been waiting patiently for one of you guys to ask me to dance," she said with a quick glance in Steve's direction. They danced for a few minutes and it was obvious that they were both enjoying it. "You're an extremely good dancer Carla," John said as he placed his hand on her back and pulled her closer to him. "Thank you John, you do a pretty good job of it yourself," she said as she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed so heavily that It sparked a little jealously in me, and I suspect in Steve also. They danced until the music switched to another tune, then returned to the couch and the four of us talked while we listened to the music and finished consuming our drinks. What the hell, I thought, as I poured each of us except Carla another drink. She said she had already consumed too much alcohol for one day. We sat and drank them and the brothers seemed to handle theirs very well, but I was another matter. I knew I shouldn't have poured myself another one and it was obvious that Carla had already consumed too much alcohol too. She began laughing at even the dullest jokes that the brothers told us. After finishing off those drinks, I was beginning to feel somewhat woozy and things were getting a little blurry, but the brothers were still hanging in there strong. Steve stood up and asked Carla to dance and she gleefully accepted...a little too gleefully to my way of thinking. They immediately snuggled up and began swaying slowly to the music...swaying, not dancing, and not even taking any steps. I dozed off but sometime later, I woke up and shook my head a few times to regain my senses. They were snuggled together with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. They were so close that they looked somewhat like a single blur except for the contrast in the different colors of their clothes. John's face was somewhat clearer to me because he was much closer to me than they were. He stared intensely at them while they were in their embrace, with a definite look of lust on his face. With her back to me and probably thinking I was still asleep, she took his face in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. It seemed to me that it wasn't just a friendly peck either. It looked like a long lingering sexual type kiss, but then everything seemed to be moving in slow motion to me now. As they danced, his right hand began to move slowly up and down her back and she closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. Occasionally his hand would drop down and touch her butt and she didn't seem to notice it. He was soon rubbing her butt more than her back and she pulled him even closer to her. I was sure that I saw his hand go down and squeeze her butt while he leaned down and kissed her lips. I briefly dozed off again just after hearing her say she was too woozy from the alcohol to dance any longer and she wanted to go to bed. Steve told her he would help her to her room and she readily accepted. I couldn't have dozed off for more than a few seconds because I awoke to the sound of them walking up the steps. I somehow stumbled to the foot of the stairs, but they were already at our bedroom door. I heard Steve whispering something to her as he put his arms around her and held her tightly against him. I couldn't make out what he was saying but I definitely heard her reply. "I'd like that too Steve, but my mind isn't clear enough to make a decision like that tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow morning when both our minds are clearer," she said and then walked into our bedroom alone and closed the door. Steve walked across the hall to the room he was going to sleep in tonight and closed the door. There was a feeling in my groin that felt so good. I was so inebriated that only when my hand moved down to feel it did I realize that I had a raging throbbing hard on. Had I wanted him to fuck my wife or was this some kind of natural reaction to the scene that had just unfolded before me? I walked back to the den and talked with John for fifteen or twenty minutes before going to my room so, Carla wouldn't suspect I had overheard their conversation. Not thinking clearly because of still being under the influence of the alcohol I had consumed, I told John that I got a little concerned when Steve walked her to the bedroom. I said I was afraid she might not be thinking clearly because of all the alcohol she had consumed. He told me that I had nothing to be concerned about because Steve would never do anything to her that she didn't want him to do. I told him I was aware that she had been flirting with Steve and that it would be a completely different matter if her mind was clear enough to make a decision like that. I thanked him for telling me that Steve would never take advantage of her. Then I stood up and told him that I was so tired that I just had to go to bed. John said he was going to bed also and he actually got to the stairs ahead of me. I saw him go into Steve's room instead of his and close the door behind him. Apparently, he wanted to find out what happened between Steve and Carla when he helped her to her room. "Damn Steve, you should have been more assertive with her and insisted on her doing it anyway. You may never get a better chance, I'm sure it won't upset Chris," I heard him say through Steve's closed bedroom door. I walked into our bedroom, removed my clothes and immediately passed out on the bed. I awoke Sunday morning with a raging headache. Carla wasn't in the bed so I got up, put on my clothes, and headed down stairs to the kitchen where I knew I would find Steve and Carla drinking coffee and eating breakfast. To my surprise, John was with them. "...and he's been delusional ever since," I heard Carla say. "Who's been delusional honey," I said as I walked into the room. "Oh, uh, you startled me honey. We were just talking about a friend of John's who went off the deep end when something tragic happened in his family," Carla said with obvious nervousness in her voice. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that John, what happened," I said. "Uh, his wife passed away Chris," John quickly replied. "That's terrible John, I hope he's getting some psychological help," I said. "Not yet Chris, but it won't be long now," John said with a tone of sadness in his voice. "Are you guys still on schedule to finish the job Friday?" I asked in order to turn the conversation in a less dire direction. "Barring unforeseen circumstances we'll finish up sometime Friday afternoon," Steve replied. "Make it early enough so that we can have another party. That was the most fun I've had in a long time," Carla said with an almost pleading tone in her voice. Sure and you could have had a lot more fun if you had invited Steve to come into your room last night I thought. "Last night was great and I would love to have another try at it. What about you John?" Steve replied while knowing full well that he and John both wanted another shot at fucking her. "We'll just have to wait a few days and see if we're going to get through early enough, but I'd love to do it too," John said. 'Yeah, I know what you would love to do to Carla' I thought. "It's settled then, I've got faith in you guys and I'm absolutely sure you'll get the job done Friday," Carla said while looking Steve straight in the eye with a mischievous smile on her face. I don't know why they didn't fuck her last night I thought. She's actually promising them they can fuck her next Friday. Dumb asses, they could have been fucking her all next week if they had done it last night. I did everything I could, including getting drunk, to help them, except for outright telling them to fuck her. We made small talk while we finished breakfast and then they got up to leave. Carla walked over and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek and said, "I love both of you guys and I'll be looking forward to seeing you Monday morning. I'll have breakfast ready for you when you get here." "Thanks Carla, we'll be here bright and early," Steve said while returning her kiss. We spent the rest of the day watching TV and recuperating from the exertions of last night's party. Carla mentioned several times that she had a lovely night and she was looking forward to next Friday. I told her that I had a good time too, that I loved seeing her so happy and that I could hardly wait to see what those two guys would be up to next Friday night. We made love that night for the first time since Tommy left home. While I was fucking her, I kept visualizing Steve fucking her and me standing back and watching. I wanted to tell her that I wanted Steve to fuck her but I couldn't think of an adequate way to broach the subject. Finally, I figured out a way to introduce the subject. "I had a dream last night and you were so happy. You really got into it and I could tell by the way you were reacting that you really liked it," I said. "Liked what dear?" she inquisitively asked. "I dreamed Steve was fucking you," I blurted out. "You can't help what you dream dear," she said without seeming to be disturbed about what I had said. Her reaction surprised me and so I decided to take the subject a little further. "I know that dear but it seemed so real. It was exactly like I was standing there watching him fuck you and you were enjoying it so much. I hadn't seen you happy like that since Tommy left home. To be honest with you, I enjoyed it too. I actually wanted him to fuck you and make you happy. I've been thinking about it a lot for the past couple of days. I think I want it to happen because all I really want is for you to be happy," I said with the most innocent tone of voice that I could muster. "Well, you can just get that out of your crazy head Chris. I love you and I'm not ever going to fuck any other man," she said while squeezing me tighter and beginning to move her hips up and down in rhythm with mine. "I can tell he wants to fuck you Carla by the way he looks at you, and the way he pulled you into him and held you in his arms when he danced with you last night. I think you like him a lot too and I want you to let him fuck you next Friday, and I want to watch him do it," I said almost pleadingly. When I said that, she began to tremble and shake and then her body stiffened as she had a massive orgasm that must have sent waves of pleasure all throughout her body. "This is Steve fucking you Carla just visualize Steve fucking you all through your orgasm," I said. "Oh fuck me, fuck me hard, and fuck me faster. Fuck me Steve," she said as I continued to fuck her throughout her orgasm. Did she actually say "Steve" or was I hallucinating I thought as I released my load in side of her. "What did you just say Carla?" I asked. "You said fuck me Steve. Didn't you?" "No dear, I said fuck me silly. You just imagined that I said his name," she said. "No, I didn't imagine it. That's what you said and it proves you want to fuck him," I said. "Fuck him hell. I didn't say that Chris and you get it out of your mind." "Yes you did. I couldn't have heard that wrong," I said. "All right I'm not going to argue with you. I said 'fuck me Steve' and that means I want him to fuck me, so rollover and go to sleep and don't ever mention that to me again," she angrily shouted at me. "I'm sorry dear, I must have misunderstood what you said and I won't ever mention it again. Am I forgiven?" "No you aren't forgiven, now go to sleep you crazy idiot!" "Ok, good night dear and have pleasant dreams." "Pleasant dreams my ass. You go to sleep now and don't say another word or I'm going to fucking go to another room to sleep." I rolled over but I didn't fall asleep for hours because of wondering how I could get myself out of this situation. When I woke up Monday morning, the guys were already eating breakfast with Carla. I walked into the kitchen feeling a little apprehensive about what kind of reception I would receive from Carla and from the guys too if she had mentioned anything about last night. "Good morning guys," I said rather sheepishly, while bracing for the worst from Carla. "Good morning Chris, you better grab some of this delicious food before it's all gone," John said with a big smile on his face "Yeah Chris grab a plate, your wife is a great cook," Steve said while grinning from ear to ear. "Good morning dear, I'll get your coffee while you fill your plate," Carla said with as cheerful an expression on her face as I had ever seen. "Thanks dear, I appreciate that," I said while immediately regaining my self-assurance, but wondering what the hell, these people know that I don't. While we guys were drinking our last cup of coffee, Carla excused herself to go upstairs and exchange her housecoat for the attire she was planning to wear today. I took this opportunity to ask them what their plans were for the day. They were in the process of telling me they intended to install the bead board in the bathroom, install the door to the walk-in closet, and install the baseboard and trim in both rooms today when I heard Steve choking on his coffee. I looked around and in pranced Carla with a big smile on her face. She was wearing an oversized braless white t-shirt. It was so oversized and the material so thin that it flowed around her tits so completely that the entire shape of them was on display, almost as if there was nothing covering them. Loose must have been her theme for the day because thank goodness the shorts she was wearing were so loose fitting that not a single curve or crevice was on display underneath them. After their eyes roamed all over Carla's sexy body and focused on her luscious tits, they got up and went to work, but not before it was obvious to we three guys that her nipples got hard from the attention she was receiving. As usual, Carla and I retired to the den to watch our favorite TV shows and talk about what ever came to mind. It didn't take long for something to come to Carla's mind. "I'm sorry dear," she said with a touch of remorsefulness in her voice. "Sorry about what dear?" I asked almost probingly. "I'm sorry I got mad at you last night," she said with a genuine tone of sorrow in her voice. "But what specifically did I do to make you get mad at me," I again said probingly. "You said you wanted to watch me fuck Steve," she said with a pitiful look on her face. "Why are you sorry about that dear?" I asked wanting to hear more. "Because I know that most men have fantasies about their wives and a lot of them fantasize about their wives being fucked by some stud like Steve," she blurted out almost apologetically. "I noticed that you had a fantastic orgasm when I asked you to visualize Steve fucking you. Did you visualize him fucking you," I asked while trying not to sound accusatory. "Yes I did honey and I did call out his name when I was thinking about him, and I'm sorry about that, and I'm sorry I lied to you about it. Will you please forgive me?" she said with tears in her eyes. "There's nothing to forgive dear. If it's ok for men to fantasize about other men fucking their wives, then it's ok for their wives to fantasize about those men fucking them. That doesn't mean you would really do it," I said. "Thank you dear, I knew you would understand," she said with an obvious tone of relief in her voice. "I'll have my fantasies and you can have yours Carla. I would like for us to share them, but we'll keep them to ourselves if that's what you want, Ok?" I asked. "Ok dear, I'll have to thank about the sharing part though," she said. With that conversation over, she headed up stairs to see how much progress the men were making. I soon heard a loud "Oh" coming from Carla and heard both men laughing profusely. Then I heard her running down the stairs. She soon entered the den and I could see her tits protruding through her soaking wet t-shirt just as if she was topless. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties, because her hairy little bush as well as her entire butt crack was visible through her equally water soaked shorts. It was a beautiful sight and I'm sure that both men got an eyeful. "How did that happen dear?" I asked. "I didn't think the water was hooked up when I got in the new shower and pulled the leaver," she said. I let out a loud laugh and I could hear the men upstairs laughing again. "I'll never be able to face John and Steve again," she said while almost crying. "Sure you will dear, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. Your tits and butt are fantastic and seeing them will just make the guys work harder. You did us a big favor dear and them too," I jokingly said. "We better get these wet clothes off of you before you catch your death of a cold," I said as I pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing her sexy tits. I pulled her against me and felt the softness of her body, then stepped back and fondled each tit and rubbed her now hardening nipples between my thumb and forefinger. "Um, that feels so good," she said, as I felt my dick harden when I bent down and kissed both her breast and sucked her hard-extended nipples. We completely forgot about John and Steve working just feet above us as I removed her shorts revealing her completely nude body and she removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my pants. I removed my slippers and socks and stepped out of my pants as she eagerly pulled my underwear down. She grabbed my hard dick and squeezed it as my underwear fell to the den floor. Then I felt the full length of her soft warm naked body against me as we came together in a lovers embrace. I gently laid her down on the rug that partially covered the hardwood floor and immediately entered her. We kissed and slowly fucked missionary style for about ten minutes as we both became hotter with each stroke of my dick into warm soft pussy. I started fucking her harder and faster and she emitted muffled moans and groans while raising her hips in sync with each stroke of my dick into her love canal, which now seemed to squeeze and release my thumping dick with each stroke. Eventually the pleasure she was receiving caused her to lose all inhibitions. Her body squirmed and wiggled and then stiffened as she yelled and screamed throughout a massive orgasm that I thought would never end. Carla and the Contractors "Who's fucking you Carla?" I asked as she was at the height of her orgasm. "You are Steve, fuck me harder Steve, I love for you to fuck me Steve," she yelled out while holding her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. I knew right then that she really wanted Steve to fuck her. I also knew that it was going to happen Friday night, she was going to love fucking him, and I was going to love watching it happen. I had the best climax I had ever had while we both visualized Steve fucking her. She walked up stairs completely naked in what appeared to be a trance to the existing bathroom in order to take a shower. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and watched her beautiful ass wiggle and squirm as she climbed up the stairs and entered the bathroom. We knew they had already closed off entry to the new bathroom from the upstairs hall when they built the linen closet. Therefore, we knew there was no danger of the men seeing her. I turned and went back to the den when I heard the water turn on and Carla humming and singing, as she usually did when she took a shower. I briefly fell asleep in my recliner, but I woke up when I heard the sound of Carla's laughter as she entered the den. "What's so funny dear?" I asked "You were right dear, I don't have anything to be ashamed of...not any more anyway," she said with a big smile on her face. "Ok, let me in on the joke dear. What happened?" I asked. "After showering, I walked naked into our bedroom to get dressed. I got my clothes and I'm sure I wiggled and squirmed a little as I pulled my panties up. I was having trouble reaching back and fastening my bra straps when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw Steve standing between the open double doors leading to the new bathroom." "I heard him say, 'Can I help you with that? I have more experience unfastening them but I guess I can fasten them too if I put my mind to it.' At first I was startled as I realized I had left the doors wide open the last time I went up to check on their work progress. Steve must have been watching me the entire time, but John was working in the walk-in closet area and neither saw nor heard anything that was going on," Carla said. "I wonder why he didn't turn around and walk away when he first saw you honey," I said. "I figured Steve thought I had done it on purpose to turn him on, or else knowing him like I do, I think he would have looked the other way. I also knew he had seen every square inch of my naked body, the wiggling and squirming as well and I felt no shame. For some reason I felt at ease while he was looking at me." "What did you do then," I asked. "I told him that I could sure use his expertise and to come on in and close the doors behind him. I had my arms behind me holding my bra straps. He walked over and put his arms around me in order to fasten the hooks. When he reached around me, the straps slipped out of my hands and the bra fell to the floor. He couldn't help but see and feel my naked breast pressed against him. He immediately bent over and picked up the bra. He covered my breast with it and then hooked the straps. As I stood there stunned, he kissed me on the lips, then walked back into the bathroom and closed the doors behind him." She said. "What do you think about that little experience dear," I asked. "I know you want him to fuck me and at that moment I wanted it too. If John hadn't been there, I might have let him do it," she said. "I know you've been infatuated with him since the moment you first saw him dear. You just keep thinking about it and I'm sure he'll fuck you Friday night if you let him. If it does happen, you should also be receptive to John fucking you too. After all, they are brothers and I suspect they sometimes share the women they fuck. Do you think you might be receptive to that Carla?" I asked. "I don't know if I could let both of them fuck me Chris. Hell, I don't even know if I could let any man fuck me except you. We'll just have to wait and see," she said. "It's all up to you dear," I said as I leaned back in my recliner and soon dozed off again as I visualized Steve and John fucking my wife and she happily lying there with a dick in both her pussy and her mouth. The guys finished up for the day and came downstairs at about five-thirty. We talked for a few minutes and they told me they had done everything they had planned to do for the day. I doubt that, I thought...you didn't fuck Carla. She gave each of them a kiss on the cheek and wished them a good night as they were leaving. Tuesday was a very productive day. The brothers installed and piped the double sink and the large claw foot bathtub with water jets. They were beautiful and so was Carla. Today she wore a loose fitting braless yellow t-shirt with a rather conservative loose fitting light blue pair of shorts that adequately concealed her most desirable attributes. She spent most of the day upstairs with John and Steve, so at the end of the day I was amazed at the amount of work they had accomplished. We sat at the kitchen table and talked for a few minutes before they said they had to give another couple a remodeling estimate tonight. They stood up to leave and Carla gave each of them a big hug and a quick kiss on the mouth before they left. Wednesday morning Carla woke up early, threw a short robe over the even shorter sexy see through black nightie she had slept in, and went down stairs to cook breakfast. I went back to sleep but woke up a little later to the smell of bacon and eggs being fried in the kitchen. I heard the faint sound of Carla and Steve talking and went down stairs to see what the guys plans were for the day. I knew exactly what Steve's plans were when I walked into the kitchen and saw him staring intently at Carla. Obviously, she hadn't felt it necessary to tie the sash to her robe that was wide open in the front. The overhead lights shown through her nightie and exposed her beautiful body from her luscious breasts all the way down to her enticing camel toe almost as if she was completely naked. "Hi Steve, how are you doing today?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen and pretended I didn't notice Carla's attire. "I'm doing great Chris...just watching your beautiful wife cook breakfast and enjoying my coffee," he said nonchalantly. 'Coffee isn't all you're enjoying, you bastard,' I thought as I too began watching her tits bob up and down as she stirred the gravy. When she bent over to take the biscuits out of the oven, they looked sexy as hell when they hung down and bounced against each other. I'm sure it was all Steve could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing them. John soon arrived and we all sat down to eat breakfast as the guys also feasted on the sight of Carla's huge nipples protruding through her nightie. John and Steve seldom took their eyes off her as we discussed their plans for the day. Today they intended to put the first coat of paint on both the bathroom and the closet and seal the tile on the floor and the shower wall. Before they went upstairs to work, John asked us what our plans were for the day. I told him that as usual, I intended to sit in my recliner, watch TV, and maybe take a nap or two. I saw Steve's eyes light up as Carla said she intended to lay out on the upstairs deck and take in some sun. When they went to work, Carla and I retired to the den and watched the morning news for a couple of hours. She hadn't changed out of her robe yet, but I did notice that she had finally tied the sash. Carla eventually went upstairs to change clothes. She returned a short time later wearing a modest two-piece swimsuit covered with a short swimsuit cover and said she was going to lay out on the deck off our bedroom. I said, "Ok," and went back to sleep. I eventually woke up, looked at my watch, and noticed I had been asleep for about two hours. I went upstairs to check on Carla and looked out the French doors leading to the deck from our bedroom. I saw her lying completely naked on a chase lounge. She was on her back with her legs spread apart and her knees slightly raised. She was looking yearningly up at Steve standing naked at the foot of the lounge. His dick was hard and he was slowly lowering himself on top of her. Just as she raised her hips to make it easier for him to enter her, I woke up. Thank goodness, it had been a dream; I had never had a dream like that before. I went upstairs (for real this time) and looked out the French doors. There was Carla lying on the lounge and wearing her modest two-piece swimsuit. Steve and John were both working in the bathroom. As expected, they completed their scheduled tasks and came down stairs to leave at about five thirty. Carla threw her arms around each of them, gave them a big hug and a lingering kiss, then told them she would be looking forward to seeing them tomorrow. Thursday morning I woke up early and went down stairs to drink coffee while Carla cooked breakfast. For the first time, she had already dressed for the day when she went downstairs. She was wearing a very conservative pleated skirt with an equally bland blouse. There wasn't much movement under her blouse as I watched her pour Steve a cup of coffee, so I knew she was obviously wearing a brassiere. I sat at the table and drank coffee while Steve helped Carla cook breakfast and we waited for John to arrive. It wasn't long before he walked into the kitchen. "Good morning everyone, I see you're all up early and ready to get the day started. You're looking good as usual Carla. What are your plans for today besides keeping Steve and Chris straight?" he asked while grinning as his eyes gave her conservative attire a quick glance. "It's impossible to keep Chris straight but I'm going to give you and Steve a hand after I get back from town this morning, and that's a promise" she replied with as sexy a tone in her voice as she could muster. After saying this, she winked at Steve and ran her tongue back and forth across her lips. While doing that lip thing, she slowly curled the fingers in her right hand several times, almost enough to make a fist and then opened them back up again. Carla just promised them a hand job and damn it, what's that thing with her tongue? Does that mean she's going to give the bastards a blowjob too? Am I getting jealous of John and Steve? I want them to fuck her...or do I? "Thanks for the heads-up Carla, I'll be looking forward to that," Steve said while grinning from ear to ear. "I'll want to see that too dear but why are you going to town?" I asked in an effort to get their minds off what Carla had just promised them. "I'm going to get some things for our dinner tomorrow night, and maybe buy myself something too," she replied. "What are you going to buy for yourself," I asked. "It's a surprise dear and all three of my men will find out about it at the same time tomorrow night. Now don't bother to pressure me about it because I'm not going to tell you," she said with a big grin on her face. With that settled, the conversation turned to what the guys planned to do today. Steve said they were going to put the final coat of paint on both the bathroom and the walk in closet. They also intended to install the bathroom mirror, the lights, the fan, and put the covers on all the electrical outlets. "With that much work to do, we better get started," John said as he and Steve got up and started upstairs. I went to the den to watch the news and Carla went to town to pick up the food and the surprise. When she returned, she immediately mixed up a marinade for the tri-tip roast that she had just bought. She placed the roast in a freezer bag and poured the marinade over it. She then placed it in the refrigerator so the roast could marinate over night. With that little task completed, she headed up stairs to freshen up, as she called it. She soon returned wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt without a bra. Her nipples and aurora were clearly visible beneath the thin material. She was wearing a matching white pair of tight fitting shorts...extremely tight and short. I had seen her wearing those shorts before; they were so short that part of her sexy well-rounded butt cheeks hung out below them. They clearly displayed every curve and crevice beneath them including her camel toe. She looked like a slut and Steve and John would have to know that she wore them to try and turn them on. It was nearly time for lunch when she came downstairs, so she fixed some sandwiches and called the guys down to eat. I saw both of them drool at the mouth when they walked into the kitchen and saw Carla's ass. I couldn't blame them because it was one damn sexy sight, especially when she was moving it. I didn't see how they could look at it without getting a hard on. I had seen other men's pants start to bulge when they saw her in similar attire, so I definitely respected them for their self-control. If I had been in their place, I would have immediately taken her upstairs and fucked her. After all, it should obvious to them that she wanted them to fuck her, and they had to know by now that I wanted them to fuck her too. They slowly regained their composure while they ate lunch, but neither of them dared to mention her outfit in front of me. I guess they were afraid I would make her change into something more conservative. I'm sure she got lots of compliments and accidental touches when they were alone with her. They accomplished all they set out to do Thursday except for possibly fucking Carla. She did her best to assure them that they would be able to do that tomorrow night. She was going upstairs every few minutes and continuously wiggling her ass in front of them. She was giddy at the thoughts that the job was almost completed and that they would be fucking her tomorrow night. I was sure she was really putting on a show for them. Probably rubbing her almost naked tits against them, as well as continuously bending over in front of them while pretending to inspect something on the floor. When they left Thursday night the way she acted almost made me gag. She hugged them, kissed them passionately, and rubbed her sexy body all over them. She acted like a dog in heat and I was sure that at any minute she would turn around and rub her ass against them. Thankfully, they soon left and told her they were really looking forward to tomorrow. When I woke up Friday morning and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, Carla and Steve were sitting side-by-side at the table drinking coffee and holding hands. I heard him tell her that John was running a little late and would be here in a few minutes. I saw their lips come together in what appeared to be a long lingering kiss, although he might have just been whispering something to her. However, I knew she was definitely looking forward to fucking him tonight. Carla was wearing a loose fitting yellow summer dress that was cute but not at all sexy. I wondered what was going on in her mind today. I would have thought she would realize that she really needed to turn on the sex today, in order to keep their minds on what she wanted them to do tonight. I could only assume that she had something very special planned for tonight. John arrived just as breakfast was ready and we made small talk while we ate before the conversation turned to today's work schedule. "What time will you guys be through today," I asked. "All we lack is installing the storage drawers, the shelving, the clothes hanger rods and a few miscellaneous items in the walk-in closet. Then we'll give the closet and the bathroom a good cleaning. We'll be cleaned up ourselves and downstairs by five at the latest," John confidently replied. "That's great timing John; I'll have dinner on the table and waiting for you," Carla said with a playful glance and wink at Steve. With their day obviously well planned out, the guys went upstairs to work. Carla and I cleaned off the kitchen table and loaded the dishwasher, and then we both retired to the den to watch the morning news on TV. Carla soon went upstairs to check on the guys, or was it to let the guys check her out. Either way, she spent the entire morning with them until it was time for her to come down and fix lunch. When I heard Carla call them to come down and eat, I waited until I heard them talking to her before I went to the kitchen. I noticed that she had not changed clothes and every strand of her hair was still in place, so I doubted that much 'inadvertent' contact had taken place between them while they were checking her out. We talked a little while we ate and they said they were still on schedule to finish the project late in the afternoon. No one said much during lunch and they got up to go back to work; Carla gave each of them a hug and a kiss. She told them that she would be up to check out their progress after she and I cleaned up the kitchen. With the kitchen clean and the dishes in the dishwasher, she turned on the oven to warm it up, and then headed straight upstairs after telling me to put the tri-tip in the oven when the timer went off. She ran back downstairs and hour later with a wrinkled dress and disarrayed hair. I knew something had happened; I suspected that they had tried to fuck her. "You're a mess Carla, what happened? Did they do this to you?" I said while trying to sound concerned but really just wanting to know the details of what happened. "Nothing happened dear, we were just fooling around a little," she said. "How did your hair and dress get in such a mess? They did this to you, didn't they?" I said. "No Chris, we were just fooling around," she said with a guilty look on her face. "More than that happened Carla, now come clean and tell me what happened," I said. "All right Chris; I had been watching Steve and John install the shelving in the walk-in closet. I made some suggestions and Steve walked me to the doors leading to the bedroom as we discussed it. When we finished talking, he turned and started walking back to the closet. I sneaked up and playfully put my hands over his eyes and said, "Guess who?" He said, "I have your smell memorized Carla," then he wheeled around to face me. "I gave him a hug and a kiss to show my gratitude for the good job he was doing," she said. "What happened then Carla? Did he try to take your clothes off of you?" I asked, while wanting to hear every single detail of what he had done to her. "No Chris, we were both in a playful mood and I ran into the bed room and took a pillow off the bed and threw it at him. He threw it back and we began having a pillow fight. Eventually we fell on the bed while fighting over a pillow. We playfully wrestled around a little bit on the bed until I remembered the roast in the oven. I got up and ran downstairs to make sure it wasn't burned." She said. "That's fine dear, I understand and I don't need to hear any more about it. Does Steve know why you got up and ran downstairs?" I asked while trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. "No, he looked startled when I got up and ran downstairs and I didn't have time to explain it to him," she said with obvious concern in her voice for what he might be thinking." Now go back up stairs and comb your hair and explain to Steve why you ran downstairs," I said while suspecting there was more to what had happened than what she told me. Carla went upstairs and combed her hair, then came back down stairs to prepare tonight's meal. She continued to check on the guys all afternoon but didn't let it interfere with preparing her gourmet meal. At five O'clock, the guys had finished the job, showered and dressed. That was perfect timing because Carla had the dining room table set and had just placed the food on the table when they came downstairs. Although it probably had more to do with Carla's timing than theirs.