Sue Ellen Carter A Southern Lady
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In my eyes my wife is absolutely gorgeous. She's 5'5" tall and has a pair of breasts to die for, They are perfectly proportioned to her body she is a little over weight but still in proportion, at times her pussy can be hairy yet in the summer she will shave it all away which is very exciting for me. This is my opinion.
You might wonder why I am waxing lyrical about her in such detail. The reason is that: I still can't believe that I managed to get her for myself. To cut to the chase, we met when she was an innocent 17 year old student. She used to be so coy and shy about her good looks and would come running to me at parties when she was being hit upon by just about every red-blooded guy in the place.
The thing is, as she has become more confident over the last few years, she has realised that she is extremely desirable in comparison with her friends she is very mature and natural. Men always start chatting to her friends and then ask what her name is and ask if she's single etc. Which you can imagine doesn't go down too well with me.
I haven't even begun to start telling you what I witnessed in my back garden last summer. My wife has great tits and she knows it. She spent days wearing men's-cut string-vests and minuscule cheese-cloth 'things' which occasionally covered her breasts just when our neighbours employed a team of hunky young tradesmen to set up scaffolding and repoint and re-paint their house. Sue was playing out how to teas the guys…
So, we’ve established that my wife has great tits and she knows it. It's not surprising that when we suddenly found ourselves invaded by a band of builders and painters working on our neighbour's house last summer, Sue really came into her own and saw our garden as a stage. They were mainly young, fit guys in their twenties who would invariably have their shirts off for most of the day showing huge amounts of tanned firm pecs and six-pack stomachs -- Sadly, something that I don't have anymore. Of course, I had noticed their behaviour, but I feel Sue had noticed it even more. When I would mention anything concerning these men, she would act ignorant as if she hadn't been aware of them. (I've realised over the years that she is not a very convincing liar.)
Now for the record, Sue has always been a keen gardener. So it was not odd that she was out in the garden at every opportunity and if she wasn't sunbathing in a tight-fitting bikini, but she was wandering about and bending over flower-beds in cropped and very flimsy gaping tops. Most of the time she would couple these little revealing tops with an extremely short denim mini skirt. Suffice it to say, there wasn't much concentrated work happening on the neighbour's house. In fact, the only pointing that was going on was in the direction of my wife's body.
On two occasions I came home from work at around 6.30pm to find her sitting around our garden table in the warm evening sunlight with two or three of these guys. They were all drinking bottles of cold beers which I later found out were supplied by her. (But... we never have beers in the fridge as we're both red wine drinkers!!?)
On the second occasion she was wearing her short denim mini skirt, but moreover, she was also wearing a ludicrously revealing top. It was something I'd created with a pair of scissors for her out of a vest (men's style) and was strictly 'For our Bedroom use only'. I had deliberately made it halter-neck; cutting the sides to gape open -- therefore allowing her breasts to naturally spill out... yet not quite showing her nipples completely. So, I couldn't believe that she had pulled this top out of the drawer and had made a conscious decision to wear it today. She could have worn one of her little bikini tops with it? But no! To add extra insult and excitement, she was reclining back and forth on her chair wearing this special top which allowed unrestricted views of her gorgeous breasts. Okay! She wasn't topless, but... because it was a men's vest, you could blatantly see her nipples poking through the fabric.
Oh and by the way, the men had taken their shirts off and were showing their highly toned chest muscles and copious amounts of testosterone. Luckily they were still wearing their jeans.
When I first wandered into this scenario, I was surprised that not one of them seemed at all embarrassed at the delicious state of undress being demonstrated by my wife, and Sue didn't seem to react in any way either. She just casually said, "Hi darling, you're home early"
and carried on soaking up the attention.
As the men started to make gestures to leave for the day, I wandered back to the house to start cooking some supper, but I couldn't help over-hearing one of them say to Sue, "Well 'Sexy', we'll see you tomorrow then."
To which she responded with, "You'll probably see a LOT MORE of me tomorrow, as I'm going to have a chill-out day and catch some rays."
I could see their faces light up as they glanced at each other grinning as they walked away.
When sue joined me in the kitchen I glibly said, "Did they enjoy their drink?"
"I should think they needed it to cool themselves down while they were looking at your breasts?" I replied.
She tried to look puzzled and then eventually looked down at her top and said that I was being boring, stuffy and ridiculous. And that it'd been so hot earlier during the afternoon that, at one stage, she nearly took it off altogether!
I enquired what her plans were for tomorrow. She said that she going shopping in the morning and was going to chill-out in the garden in the afternoon as she had done the bulk of the gardening. "Does chilling-out mean sunbathing?" I said.
She said she might grab some sun before the summers over.
With a lump in my throat, I then asked her, "And will you be keeping your bikini on or going topless?"
She walked up to me and kissed me by the ear and sexily whispered, "Who knows..? It all depends on how brave I'm feeling and anyway, you know I don't like to have any lines."
I naturally took this to mean that those young guys would be getting a real gorgeous eyeful of her naked breasts tomorrow afternoon.
I couldn't resist saying, "So you're going to get your tits out for the boys, then?"
She walked passed me muttering that "it's her garden, and her body and if they want to look it's their choice!"
With that declaration, I made a point of telling her that I wouldn't be home tomorrow night as I had a strategy meeting in Nottingham which starts at six O'clock, so I planned to stay at the company flat with Andy and Peter overnight.
My parting comment seemed to go straight over her head, I simply stated, "It's apparently going to be a scorcher tomorrow, so I expect you'll get a bit of a roasting if you're half-naked in the garden?"
She promptly retorted, "It wouldn't bother you if I went over the top would it?"
I shook my head.
"I'll just stop when I've had enough," she said almost purring.
I wasn't sure if she'd got my drift or she was innocently talking about the burn factor of the sun. Anyway, one thing I was sure about was that there was no way I was going to a meeting in Nottingham tomorrow - I was going to secretly find out what her intentions were.
That night in bed while I was caressing her beautiful pussy I asked her whether she fancied any of the guys who were working next door. We would often have 'mind sex' where we would talk each other through different fantasies of her being with another man or other men. We would both get extremely turned on and it would seriously intensify our orgasms. So when she said that she 'had the hots' for at least three of them and wouldn't mind finding out what they had between their legs, I wasn't sure whether it was a bit of sexy talk or if it was for real? There was only one way to find out. We would never have full sex with another person but my mind was racing now.
I told her that if she had serious hots for one of them that she should find out, and that it was okay by me to let him feel her but no penetration. She raised her head and said, "Are you sure?"
This freaked me again because I couldn't tell if it was just another sexy tease. Then again, that's what Sue can be like at times - An incredibly sexy tease and the master at it!
I left her in bed the next morning and went to the office. I told my staff that I would need to leave at 2pm as there was a problem at the house. There wasn't ever a meeting in Nottingham, I just made it up so Sue would feel relaxed to do exactly as she pleased (all part of my plan).
I got to the house at around 2.30pm and parked out of site around the corner. There's an overgrown path which runs along the end of our garden leading up to my shed which I decided would be a good starting vantage point. Glancing through the hedge, I could see the men working on the neighbour’s house, but I couldn't see Sue anywhere. Yet, I did notice the sun-lounger had been set up with one of the small tables alongside.
As I started to check-out and wonder which of the eight to ten guys she thought were rather gorgeous, I noticed one of them nudge another and then nod in the direction of our back door. There she was. My fabulous, majestic wife. Strolling out with a tray of fruit and a chilled bottle of white wine. Thankfully, she WAS wearing a bikini top [albeit a very small white string affair] and she also had a floaty, white lace sarong tied around her hips. With her blonde hair and cool Victoria Beckham style shades, she looked fantastic. She put the fruit in the shade under the sun-lounger and poured herself a large glass of wine, after taking a sip she removed her sarong to reveal the smallest bikini I'd ever seen her wear. "This must be a new purchase? Ah ha... that's probably what her impromptu shopping trip this morning was all about?" I mused.
She reclined on the lounger and started to apply sun-cream to her legs and shoulders. The guys on the scaffolding had almost stopped working. They were transfixed by my wife's body, and probably had the words she'd said to them the night before still ringing in their ears.
Sue, at this point, glanced up at the guys and gave them a smile and a little wave. Two of them responded with muted wolf-whistles. (I know that Sue actually gets embarrassed at being whistled at), and so with that Sue blushed slightly and sort of blew them a kiss (I think?) and laid back on the lounger. Arching her back to getting into a comfortable position - but I would suggest also teasing the guys by allowing a good view of her breasts.
After about ten minutes she rolled over on to her front and started to read her magazine. One of the guys who was in the garden the previous evening shouted down and asked her whether she needed some sun-cream rubbed into her back. She immediately said, "That would be fantastic, are you sure you don't mind?"
He just laughed and said, "Are you crazy Sue? Wild horses and all that."
You can imagine the emotions going through my body as I watch this young, fit guy climb down the ladder and approach my wife. I was shaking with fear and anticipation.
Sue was lying gloriously in-wait. (Like a blonde Cleopatra expecting her man servant.) Suddenly, there was a fit young man touching my, almost naked, wife. He seemed to be enjoying rubbing his hands all over her back and thighs - and she was responding with very complementary sighs. Yet, it was when he started gently rubbing oil into her beautiful bum that I got really aroused. I could feel myself getting very hard in my trousers; I could feel the pre come starting leak from my swollen knob, I could feel wetness on my skin though to my boxer shorts. When he'd finished enjoying my wife's bottom, he whispered something in her ear and she nodded. He then untied the string of her bikini top and let the ties slip off to each side. "She's a bit brave," I thought. But, what was strange was when she then removed the whole top over her head and dropped it onto the patio. I just couldn't believe what a sexy little minx she was being? I then heard her say to her hunky and willing adonis, "I promised my husband that I'd keep my top on as there are so many hunky young men around at the moment, but I hate having white lines, you know what I mean? I generally go topless in the garden, but that's when I can't be over-looked - it's probably best not to today?"
I could just make out that he said back to her, "Sue, just do what feels natural to you, after all, you've got a fantastic body - so why hide it?"
"Thanks for that, and you're not so bad yourself," she sexily answered back.
"I'll tell you, all the guys think you're absolutely gorgeous!"
So with 'Mr Universe' back up on the scaffolding she wrapped her arms around the top of her head and appeared to nod off. Because her bikini was so small, from my position [with just a string at the back], it looked as if she was completely naked. And that hadn't gone unnoticed by her adoring audience.
So maybe she was just teasing ME by saying that she'd let them see her breasts. Then I had an idea. I rang the house phone wondering whether she would just leap up to answer it without putting her top on. It'd be her perfect excuse to tease to boys big-time.
The phone started ringing in the dining room - and thankfully she heard it. Her next move pleased me enormously. She grabbed her sarong and held it to her chest and ran into the house to answer it. Of course, I rang off just before she got there, [naturally disguising the call so she wouldn't call me back - which would rather give the game away].
She returned a couple of minutes later with the walk-about phone in her hand and she had side-tied her sarong properly around her like a short strapless dress. Of course, because it was made of white cotton lace, it was extremely see-through. So, as she sexily swaggered back, her glorious unrestrained breasts were gently moving from side-to-side. 'God, she looks amazing!' I thought.
She poured herself another glass of wine and carefully placed both the glass and the phone on the side table. Then to my amazement she casually untied the knot of her sarong at the side and let it slip off her breasts, pausing briefly on her erect nipples, and fall to the ground, she then took quite a few seconds before she gracefully returned her lean, fit body to the sun-lounger in her face-down position. The guys were absolutely goggle-eyed and speechless. And I couldn't believe that ALL of these guys had just seen my wife's perfect breasts, albeit for just a few memorable seconds. All the same, why did she need to be so deliberate and do that? "She really is a proper little minx after all," I muttered to myself.
I heard the gaffer call out that 'tea was up' and saw the troupe of bronzed adonises descend the scaffolding. Sue glanced up to see the vacant builder's structure and promptly turned her body over onto her front. She ran her hands through her hair and rested them above her head leaning her head to the side. She pushed her shades to the top of her head and closed her eyes. "Ah... you clever little babe," I thought. "She's going to pretend to fall asleep, so when all the boys return, they'll get uninterrupted views of her statuesque breasts?"
Surprise, surprise I was correct. Ten minutes later they returned to their working positions [and eight men climbing creaky ladders makes a lot of noise], unsurprisingly, Sue didn't move a muscle. Yet, I'm sure something would've been stirring inside her.
Our young studs were acting like excited schoolk**s as if peeping into the girl's changing rooms. One guy even got his glasses out for a clearer view!
For a full 15 minutes Sue allowed them all to ogle her naked breasts before feigning a mild awakening, and then made a contrived gesture of placing her arm across her chest to cover herself up. One of the guys said quite loudly, "Ahhh bugger, sadly the show's over boys!"
Sue looked up at them smiling and quietly said, "Sorry, I must have nodded-off."
Back came the reply, "With a body like that, you can nod-off as many times as you like, Darling."
Another of the men quickly added, "No need to cover up now Sue as we've all been looking at your naked boobs for the last 30 minutes! And we know you hate bikini lines!"
Then came her big mistake, she looked up at the boys and said, "It wasn't that long!"
How did she know? She was asleep - wasn't she?
She seemed to overlook her error and smiled back at them again and then slowly and very deliberately slid her arm away from her breasts letting out a little giggle in the process. Then turning towards their view-point, she arched her back, and shouted up to them, "Okay, but as long you don't mind?"
The lads reeled back with astonishment and proceeded to let out a little cheer with a wolf-whistle chorus.
I could tell she was loving all of this. She knows she has a great pair of tits, but has never been brave enough to expose them in this crazy manner until now!
She stood up and wandered back into the house wearing just her white string thong. As she reappeared topless a few minutes later carrying a cool-box they all gave her another soft chorus of whistles. She tried desperately to conceal it, but couldn't help a little smile to herself. Then another comment came from above, "I think you need some oil on those, Sue! If you need a hand, just ask, okay love?"
She seemed to ignore the comment at first, but then retorted with, "Actually, a few of you seem to have very red shoulders... Do you want me to give you some of my suntan oil?"
One of the guys [I'm sure it was 'Mr Gorgeous' - the one she had the hots for], called back with, "You can do us, if one of us can do you?"
Now, this where her amazingly natural innocence kicks in, because her reply was absolutely mind-blowing! She simply said, "Okay it's a deal, but don't you want me to do all of you?"
Sniggers all round as you can imagine. Again, she hadn't realised her sexy double entendre. Or had she?
You've never seen four guys descend a ladder quicker. Within seconds they were standing in our garden parading their impressive pecs and six-pack stomachs for my Sue. They were told to line up and turn around in Sue's very forceful manner.
Two had faded jeans on their lower bodies, the other two were wearing cropped shorts. From my perspective, it looked like something straight out of a porn-movie. Anyway, Sue stood up, wearing just her minuscule white bikini bottom, and proceeded to rub oil into each of their shoulders taking time to feel their firm muscles. I could see on occasions she was allowing her naked breasts to gently brush against their well-oiled backs. In very hot weather, Sue's nipples don't normally get erect, especially when we're on the beach and she's sun-bathing topless... BUT today, they appeared to be pointing at the sun!
The boys naturally turned round all gazing at her perfect swaying breasts and said, "Is it our turn to do you now?"
She replied “I agreed to one”
This is the point that I realised her true intentions her answer was so loaded. "Come round and chill-out with some cold beers when the sun has gone down - And you can pick who can do me then."
"Why would she need sun-tan oil when the sun has gone down?" I pondered.
I think the guys were getting the gist as well as they raised their eyebrows almost in unison. And then quickly said, "We're knocking off in about half and hour anyway, so you'd better line 'em up gorgeous!"
"Okay, but wait a mo, I need to call my husband first, um, because he's staying in Nottingham tonight."
I could see them rubbing their hands together with glee. Then suddenly "Shit!" I thought. She's going to ring me!," I ran to the path and ran down it. I had to be as far away as possible from the house so she wouldn't hear my mobile ring.
It rang. It was Sue. I answered immediately. "Hiya!" I said quietly.
"Hi darling, you okay?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm fine, on my way back from Nottingham, the meeting was cancelled, She murmured “oh” are you alright? Naked in bed with six hunky men I suppose?" I said jokingly.
"Don't be silly, I'm doing the laundry. The hunky men will come later!" teasingly giggling back.
What time do you think you will be back she asked me. Knowing she had planned something in her head, I replied “1 hour” or so, does this give you time to finish up what you’re doing,
“Yes” the builders have finished for the day and I have invited them in the garden for a drink before they go home. She went on to say I need to tell you about my day when your home.
“Has it been exiting?” “yes”.
I could not wait to hang-up and get to my position “ok” see you soon, as I started walking back to our garden. “Bye” see you soon.
The time I had got back to my hiding place, the builders were all sitting around Sue joking with her; she was coming over very confidant more than I had ever seen her before. One of the lads spurted out that’s it nearly time to make a move home, just then the hunk, who Sue liked the most said not just yet, “Sue” you said one of us could rub some oil on your breasts” “yes I did”
I could hear the guy’s having a little argument on who it would be.
By now I was rock hard again; I reached into my pants and took my tool out from its hiding place at this point, I could see my pre cum shinning on the end of my head, and was rubbing it hard by now,
“Sue”, the gaffer said, you need to pick one of us who can rub oil on your tits.
I could see her blush a little when she said “ok” I’d like him, pointing to the hunk she fancied. No sooner had she said it, he was on his feet with the oil in his hand, Sue set herself back on her lounger and said, please be gentle.
He put some oil onto his hands and started to rub it onto her breasts; he must have been doing it so soft, as I could see her nipples get harder as his hands started touching/ rubbing, all the others guys where egging him on “move your hands lower; try her pussy Roger one of them shouted, she let him play with her, for what felt like 30 minutes but could have only been seconds, before she said you need to stop now, I’m getting too wet below, he said let me have a feel of you pussy, just to feel how wet you have got, with that she said, boys you all most go soon, my husband will be home shortly, when one of them said I thought he was away tonight. “No” his meeting had been cancelled he is on his way back.
The gaffer fella said come on lads lets respect Sue’s wishes she has been good to us today, she may treat us tomorrow, with a smile.
All the time this was going on I had shoot my load, one of the wettest loads I’d ever produced.
That evening I asked Sue how her day pained out; let’s say sex that night was undoubtable one of the best nights in our bedroom.
Did Sue ever perform for the guys again “no” as a new bunch of lads turned up the next day.
You might wonder why I am waxing lyrical about her in such detail. The reason is that: I still can't believe that I managed to get her for myself. To cut to the chase, we met when she was an innocent 17 year old student. She used to be so coy and shy about her good looks and would come running to me at parties when she was being hit upon by just about every red-blooded guy in the place.
The thing is, as she has become more confident over the last few years, she has realised that she is extremely desirable in comparison with her friends she is very mature and natural. Men always start chatting to her friends and then ask what her name is and ask if she's single etc. Which you can imagine doesn't go down too well with me.
I haven't even begun to start telling you what I witnessed in my back garden last summer. My wife has great tits and she knows it. She spent days wearing men's-cut string-vests and minuscule cheese-cloth 'things' which occasionally covered her breasts just when our neighbours employed a team of hunky young tradesmen to set up scaffolding and repoint and re-paint their house. Sue was playing out how to teas the guys…
So, we’ve established that my wife has great tits and she knows it. It's not surprising that when we suddenly found ourselves invaded by a band of builders and painters working on our neighbour's house last summer, Sue really came into her own and saw our garden as a stage. They were mainly young, fit guys in their twenties who would invariably have their shirts off for most of the day showing huge amounts of tanned firm pecs and six-pack stomachs -- Sadly, something that I don't have anymore. Of course, I had noticed their behaviour, but I feel Sue had noticed it even more. When I would mention anything concerning these men, she would act ignorant as if she hadn't been aware of them. (I've realised over the years that she is not a very convincing liar.)
Now for the record, Sue has always been a keen gardener. So it was not odd that she was out in the garden at every opportunity and if she wasn't sunbathing in a tight-fitting bikini, but she was wandering about and bending over flower-beds in cropped and very flimsy gaping tops. Most of the time she would couple these little revealing tops with an extremely short denim mini skirt. Suffice it to say, there wasn't much concentrated work happening on the neighbour's house. In fact, the only pointing that was going on was in the direction of my wife's body.
On two occasions I came home from work at around 6.30pm to find her sitting around our garden table in the warm evening sunlight with two or three of these guys. They were all drinking bottles of cold beers which I later found out were supplied by her. (But... we never have beers in the fridge as we're both red wine drinkers!!?)
On the second occasion she was wearing her short denim mini skirt, but moreover, she was also wearing a ludicrously revealing top. It was something I'd created with a pair of scissors for her out of a vest (men's style) and was strictly 'For our Bedroom use only'. I had deliberately made it halter-neck; cutting the sides to gape open -- therefore allowing her breasts to naturally spill out... yet not quite showing her nipples completely. So, I couldn't believe that she had pulled this top out of the drawer and had made a conscious decision to wear it today. She could have worn one of her little bikini tops with it? But no! To add extra insult and excitement, she was reclining back and forth on her chair wearing this special top which allowed unrestricted views of her gorgeous breasts. Okay! She wasn't topless, but... because it was a men's vest, you could blatantly see her nipples poking through the fabric.
Oh and by the way, the men had taken their shirts off and were showing their highly toned chest muscles and copious amounts of testosterone. Luckily they were still wearing their jeans.
When I first wandered into this scenario, I was surprised that not one of them seemed at all embarrassed at the delicious state of undress being demonstrated by my wife, and Sue didn't seem to react in any way either. She just casually said, "Hi darling, you're home early"
and carried on soaking up the attention.
As the men started to make gestures to leave for the day, I wandered back to the house to start cooking some supper, but I couldn't help over-hearing one of them say to Sue, "Well 'Sexy', we'll see you tomorrow then."
To which she responded with, "You'll probably see a LOT MORE of me tomorrow, as I'm going to have a chill-out day and catch some rays."
I could see their faces light up as they glanced at each other grinning as they walked away.
When sue joined me in the kitchen I glibly said, "Did they enjoy their drink?"
"I should think they needed it to cool themselves down while they were looking at your breasts?" I replied.
She tried to look puzzled and then eventually looked down at her top and said that I was being boring, stuffy and ridiculous. And that it'd been so hot earlier during the afternoon that, at one stage, she nearly took it off altogether!
I enquired what her plans were for tomorrow. She said that she going shopping in the morning and was going to chill-out in the garden in the afternoon as she had done the bulk of the gardening. "Does chilling-out mean sunbathing?" I said.
She said she might grab some sun before the summers over.
With a lump in my throat, I then asked her, "And will you be keeping your bikini on or going topless?"
She walked up to me and kissed me by the ear and sexily whispered, "Who knows..? It all depends on how brave I'm feeling and anyway, you know I don't like to have any lines."
I naturally took this to mean that those young guys would be getting a real gorgeous eyeful of her naked breasts tomorrow afternoon.
I couldn't resist saying, "So you're going to get your tits out for the boys, then?"
She walked passed me muttering that "it's her garden, and her body and if they want to look it's their choice!"
With that declaration, I made a point of telling her that I wouldn't be home tomorrow night as I had a strategy meeting in Nottingham which starts at six O'clock, so I planned to stay at the company flat with Andy and Peter overnight.
My parting comment seemed to go straight over her head, I simply stated, "It's apparently going to be a scorcher tomorrow, so I expect you'll get a bit of a roasting if you're half-naked in the garden?"
She promptly retorted, "It wouldn't bother you if I went over the top would it?"
I shook my head.
"I'll just stop when I've had enough," she said almost purring.
I wasn't sure if she'd got my drift or she was innocently talking about the burn factor of the sun. Anyway, one thing I was sure about was that there was no way I was going to a meeting in Nottingham tomorrow - I was going to secretly find out what her intentions were.
That night in bed while I was caressing her beautiful pussy I asked her whether she fancied any of the guys who were working next door. We would often have 'mind sex' where we would talk each other through different fantasies of her being with another man or other men. We would both get extremely turned on and it would seriously intensify our orgasms. So when she said that she 'had the hots' for at least three of them and wouldn't mind finding out what they had between their legs, I wasn't sure whether it was a bit of sexy talk or if it was for real? There was only one way to find out. We would never have full sex with another person but my mind was racing now.
I told her that if she had serious hots for one of them that she should find out, and that it was okay by me to let him feel her but no penetration. She raised her head and said, "Are you sure?"
This freaked me again because I couldn't tell if it was just another sexy tease. Then again, that's what Sue can be like at times - An incredibly sexy tease and the master at it!
I left her in bed the next morning and went to the office. I told my staff that I would need to leave at 2pm as there was a problem at the house. There wasn't ever a meeting in Nottingham, I just made it up so Sue would feel relaxed to do exactly as she pleased (all part of my plan).
I got to the house at around 2.30pm and parked out of site around the corner. There's an overgrown path which runs along the end of our garden leading up to my shed which I decided would be a good starting vantage point. Glancing through the hedge, I could see the men working on the neighbour’s house, but I couldn't see Sue anywhere. Yet, I did notice the sun-lounger had been set up with one of the small tables alongside.
As I started to check-out and wonder which of the eight to ten guys she thought were rather gorgeous, I noticed one of them nudge another and then nod in the direction of our back door. There she was. My fabulous, majestic wife. Strolling out with a tray of fruit and a chilled bottle of white wine. Thankfully, she WAS wearing a bikini top [albeit a very small white string affair] and she also had a floaty, white lace sarong tied around her hips. With her blonde hair and cool Victoria Beckham style shades, she looked fantastic. She put the fruit in the shade under the sun-lounger and poured herself a large glass of wine, after taking a sip she removed her sarong to reveal the smallest bikini I'd ever seen her wear. "This must be a new purchase? Ah ha... that's probably what her impromptu shopping trip this morning was all about?" I mused.
She reclined on the lounger and started to apply sun-cream to her legs and shoulders. The guys on the scaffolding had almost stopped working. They were transfixed by my wife's body, and probably had the words she'd said to them the night before still ringing in their ears.
Sue, at this point, glanced up at the guys and gave them a smile and a little wave. Two of them responded with muted wolf-whistles. (I know that Sue actually gets embarrassed at being whistled at), and so with that Sue blushed slightly and sort of blew them a kiss (I think?) and laid back on the lounger. Arching her back to getting into a comfortable position - but I would suggest also teasing the guys by allowing a good view of her breasts.
After about ten minutes she rolled over on to her front and started to read her magazine. One of the guys who was in the garden the previous evening shouted down and asked her whether she needed some sun-cream rubbed into her back. She immediately said, "That would be fantastic, are you sure you don't mind?"
He just laughed and said, "Are you crazy Sue? Wild horses and all that."
You can imagine the emotions going through my body as I watch this young, fit guy climb down the ladder and approach my wife. I was shaking with fear and anticipation.
Sue was lying gloriously in-wait. (Like a blonde Cleopatra expecting her man servant.) Suddenly, there was a fit young man touching my, almost naked, wife. He seemed to be enjoying rubbing his hands all over her back and thighs - and she was responding with very complementary sighs. Yet, it was when he started gently rubbing oil into her beautiful bum that I got really aroused. I could feel myself getting very hard in my trousers; I could feel the pre come starting leak from my swollen knob, I could feel wetness on my skin though to my boxer shorts. When he'd finished enjoying my wife's bottom, he whispered something in her ear and she nodded. He then untied the string of her bikini top and let the ties slip off to each side. "She's a bit brave," I thought. But, what was strange was when she then removed the whole top over her head and dropped it onto the patio. I just couldn't believe what a sexy little minx she was being? I then heard her say to her hunky and willing adonis, "I promised my husband that I'd keep my top on as there are so many hunky young men around at the moment, but I hate having white lines, you know what I mean? I generally go topless in the garden, but that's when I can't be over-looked - it's probably best not to today?"
I could just make out that he said back to her, "Sue, just do what feels natural to you, after all, you've got a fantastic body - so why hide it?"
"Thanks for that, and you're not so bad yourself," she sexily answered back.
"I'll tell you, all the guys think you're absolutely gorgeous!"
So with 'Mr Universe' back up on the scaffolding she wrapped her arms around the top of her head and appeared to nod off. Because her bikini was so small, from my position [with just a string at the back], it looked as if she was completely naked. And that hadn't gone unnoticed by her adoring audience.
So maybe she was just teasing ME by saying that she'd let them see her breasts. Then I had an idea. I rang the house phone wondering whether she would just leap up to answer it without putting her top on. It'd be her perfect excuse to tease to boys big-time.
The phone started ringing in the dining room - and thankfully she heard it. Her next move pleased me enormously. She grabbed her sarong and held it to her chest and ran into the house to answer it. Of course, I rang off just before she got there, [naturally disguising the call so she wouldn't call me back - which would rather give the game away].
She returned a couple of minutes later with the walk-about phone in her hand and she had side-tied her sarong properly around her like a short strapless dress. Of course, because it was made of white cotton lace, it was extremely see-through. So, as she sexily swaggered back, her glorious unrestrained breasts were gently moving from side-to-side. 'God, she looks amazing!' I thought.
She poured herself another glass of wine and carefully placed both the glass and the phone on the side table. Then to my amazement she casually untied the knot of her sarong at the side and let it slip off her breasts, pausing briefly on her erect nipples, and fall to the ground, she then took quite a few seconds before she gracefully returned her lean, fit body to the sun-lounger in her face-down position. The guys were absolutely goggle-eyed and speechless. And I couldn't believe that ALL of these guys had just seen my wife's perfect breasts, albeit for just a few memorable seconds. All the same, why did she need to be so deliberate and do that? "She really is a proper little minx after all," I muttered to myself.
I heard the gaffer call out that 'tea was up' and saw the troupe of bronzed adonises descend the scaffolding. Sue glanced up to see the vacant builder's structure and promptly turned her body over onto her front. She ran her hands through her hair and rested them above her head leaning her head to the side. She pushed her shades to the top of her head and closed her eyes. "Ah... you clever little babe," I thought. "She's going to pretend to fall asleep, so when all the boys return, they'll get uninterrupted views of her statuesque breasts?"
Surprise, surprise I was correct. Ten minutes later they returned to their working positions [and eight men climbing creaky ladders makes a lot of noise], unsurprisingly, Sue didn't move a muscle. Yet, I'm sure something would've been stirring inside her.
Our young studs were acting like excited schoolk**s as if peeping into the girl's changing rooms. One guy even got his glasses out for a clearer view!
For a full 15 minutes Sue allowed them all to ogle her naked breasts before feigning a mild awakening, and then made a contrived gesture of placing her arm across her chest to cover herself up. One of the guys said quite loudly, "Ahhh bugger, sadly the show's over boys!"
Sue looked up at them smiling and quietly said, "Sorry, I must have nodded-off."
Back came the reply, "With a body like that, you can nod-off as many times as you like, Darling."
Another of the men quickly added, "No need to cover up now Sue as we've all been looking at your naked boobs for the last 30 minutes! And we know you hate bikini lines!"
Then came her big mistake, she looked up at the boys and said, "It wasn't that long!"
How did she know? She was asleep - wasn't she?
She seemed to overlook her error and smiled back at them again and then slowly and very deliberately slid her arm away from her breasts letting out a little giggle in the process. Then turning towards their view-point, she arched her back, and shouted up to them, "Okay, but as long you don't mind?"
The lads reeled back with astonishment and proceeded to let out a little cheer with a wolf-whistle chorus.
I could tell she was loving all of this. She knows she has a great pair of tits, but has never been brave enough to expose them in this crazy manner until now!
She stood up and wandered back into the house wearing just her white string thong. As she reappeared topless a few minutes later carrying a cool-box they all gave her another soft chorus of whistles. She tried desperately to conceal it, but couldn't help a little smile to herself. Then another comment came from above, "I think you need some oil on those, Sue! If you need a hand, just ask, okay love?"
She seemed to ignore the comment at first, but then retorted with, "Actually, a few of you seem to have very red shoulders... Do you want me to give you some of my suntan oil?"
One of the guys [I'm sure it was 'Mr Gorgeous' - the one she had the hots for], called back with, "You can do us, if one of us can do you?"
Now, this where her amazingly natural innocence kicks in, because her reply was absolutely mind-blowing! She simply said, "Okay it's a deal, but don't you want me to do all of you?"
Sniggers all round as you can imagine. Again, she hadn't realised her sexy double entendre. Or had she?
You've never seen four guys descend a ladder quicker. Within seconds they were standing in our garden parading their impressive pecs and six-pack stomachs for my Sue. They were told to line up and turn around in Sue's very forceful manner.
Two had faded jeans on their lower bodies, the other two were wearing cropped shorts. From my perspective, it looked like something straight out of a porn-movie. Anyway, Sue stood up, wearing just her minuscule white bikini bottom, and proceeded to rub oil into each of their shoulders taking time to feel their firm muscles. I could see on occasions she was allowing her naked breasts to gently brush against their well-oiled backs. In very hot weather, Sue's nipples don't normally get erect, especially when we're on the beach and she's sun-bathing topless... BUT today, they appeared to be pointing at the sun!
The boys naturally turned round all gazing at her perfect swaying breasts and said, "Is it our turn to do you now?"
She replied “I agreed to one”
This is the point that I realised her true intentions her answer was so loaded. "Come round and chill-out with some cold beers when the sun has gone down - And you can pick who can do me then."
"Why would she need sun-tan oil when the sun has gone down?" I pondered.
I think the guys were getting the gist as well as they raised their eyebrows almost in unison. And then quickly said, "We're knocking off in about half and hour anyway, so you'd better line 'em up gorgeous!"
"Okay, but wait a mo, I need to call my husband first, um, because he's staying in Nottingham tonight."
I could see them rubbing their hands together with glee. Then suddenly "Shit!" I thought. She's going to ring me!," I ran to the path and ran down it. I had to be as far away as possible from the house so she wouldn't hear my mobile ring.
It rang. It was Sue. I answered immediately. "Hiya!" I said quietly.
"Hi darling, you okay?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm fine, on my way back from Nottingham, the meeting was cancelled, She murmured “oh” are you alright? Naked in bed with six hunky men I suppose?" I said jokingly.
"Don't be silly, I'm doing the laundry. The hunky men will come later!" teasingly giggling back.
What time do you think you will be back she asked me. Knowing she had planned something in her head, I replied “1 hour” or so, does this give you time to finish up what you’re doing,
“Yes” the builders have finished for the day and I have invited them in the garden for a drink before they go home. She went on to say I need to tell you about my day when your home.
“Has it been exiting?” “yes”.
I could not wait to hang-up and get to my position “ok” see you soon, as I started walking back to our garden. “Bye” see you soon.
The time I had got back to my hiding place, the builders were all sitting around Sue joking with her; she was coming over very confidant more than I had ever seen her before. One of the lads spurted out that’s it nearly time to make a move home, just then the hunk, who Sue liked the most said not just yet, “Sue” you said one of us could rub some oil on your breasts” “yes I did”
I could hear the guy’s having a little argument on who it would be.
By now I was rock hard again; I reached into my pants and took my tool out from its hiding place at this point, I could see my pre cum shinning on the end of my head, and was rubbing it hard by now,
“Sue”, the gaffer said, you need to pick one of us who can rub oil on your tits.
I could see her blush a little when she said “ok” I’d like him, pointing to the hunk she fancied. No sooner had she said it, he was on his feet with the oil in his hand, Sue set herself back on her lounger and said, please be gentle.
He put some oil onto his hands and started to rub it onto her breasts; he must have been doing it so soft, as I could see her nipples get harder as his hands started touching/ rubbing, all the others guys where egging him on “move your hands lower; try her pussy Roger one of them shouted, she let him play with her, for what felt like 30 minutes but could have only been seconds, before she said you need to stop now, I’m getting too wet below, he said let me have a feel of you pussy, just to feel how wet you have got, with that she said, boys you all most go soon, my husband will be home shortly, when one of them said I thought he was away tonight. “No” his meeting had been cancelled he is on his way back.
The gaffer fella said come on lads lets respect Sue’s wishes she has been good to us today, she may treat us tomorrow, with a smile.
All the time this was going on I had shoot my load, one of the wettest loads I’d ever produced.
That evening I asked Sue how her day pained out; let’s say sex that night was undoubtable one of the best nights in our bedroom.
Did Sue ever perform for the guys again “no” as a new bunch of lads turned up the next day.
Nova
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