Seducing The Contractor 4.7/5 (23)

Marsha and I had each been married before, and after ending our first marriages, enjoyed dating others before we found each other. “Sexually experienced” is a phrase that comes to mind.

Talking about those times sometimes became part of our love making. She enjoyed hearing about some of the things I did.

“Jayne really used so much baby oil on you that you’d have to change the sheets? Wasn’t that messy?”

“Messy, but erotic,” I’d tell her.

Of course, I’d get off on hearing what happened to her.

“You actually fucked Tony on the deck of his sailboat?”

“Not exactly, silly. It was mostly in the cockpit. I thought we were out of sight.”

“But you weren’t, were you?”

“No, the sex got distracting, and sailboats are pretty quiet Those guys sailed within 30 feet of us, and started clapping when I got off Tony. I got so embarrassed I thought I’d die!”

I really liked that story. Because of that, she told it often. And almost as often, I’d tell her, “I’d have liked to have seen that!” Her response was always a teasing “Well, maybe someday I’ll do it again to show you. I didn’t know I married a voyeur.”

“Yeah, do that when the opportunity is right, I’d like that,” was my automatic comeback.

Last month we decided to do some remodeling, removing a wall between a TV room/den and living room to create a great room, instead. I interviewed a couple of contractors, including a young guy just a year into his contracting business. He seemed to know what he was doing: from the basement he showed us some water and waste lines that would have to be relocated, something the other remodelers didn’t do.

“Be sure, whoever you use, has plumbing costs accounted for, or you’ll get a $500 surprise,” he cautioned us. You know, he was right. I called back two of the more established general contractors, and when we went into the basement they said “Oh yeah, we’ll have to move them. That’ll add $600 to the estimate.” It made me wonder what else they missed. We decided the new guy was the one.

Was he ever!

Four days after he started I looked over the work – it was within hours of being done. Mostly what was left was some painting and cleanup, and a baseboard or two had to be nailed in place. The man had a great touch mudding the plasterboard, it was flawlessly done. Seams were invisible under the primer. Marsha announced herself satisfied, too.

In bed that night she was more turned on than usual. We were well along in our lovemaking when she slowed down a little. “Remember me telling you about what happened on Tony’s sailboat?” she asked.

“I sure do.”

“Remember what you’d say when I told you that story?”

“I told you I liked the story.’

“You used to say you wished you were on that other sailboat to watch, too.”

She was right, I did say that. “I would have liked to watch you do that, that’s right.”

I had been making love, not having sex, with her, but I changed modes, told her again how I’d have liked to have seen her as she was now, legs spread, while her boyfriend would move between those legs, and . . . I demonstrated.

“What about now? Would you like to watch me have sex with someone else?”

I told her that if she’d have sex with someone while I watched, I’d have to fuck her silly as soon as I could. The predictable happened – we both erupted. A few minutes later, Marsha, snuggling next to me, muttered something.

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