I had no choice. I had four houses under construction. They were only half way along. I had two others that were under contract that needed some last minute revision before we could close. The new buyers changed their minds again about the counter tops in the kitchen and bathrooms at one house. At the other house all the ceiling fans had to be changed and the carpet in the master bedroom needed to be replaced with a different color. And that meant a different color wall paint as well. Nothing really important and the buyers were absorbing the extra cost but I was under pressure to get it done with a short staff. The recent Covid surge had nailed us hard so I was doing some of this work myself with a couple helpers.
Even my subcontractors were feeling the pinch. They couldn’t get final payment until the job was done. Interim pay barely kept them going. Today, I told them we would concentrate on one house at a time until staffing improved. That didn’t please my partner as he was the one who had to deal with the loan company who gave us our interim loans. Such was the job of “finance man” as I told him often. We both had business degrees and knew the score. He was just better at schmoozing people. I did better at the construction. We fit well together. I will give him credit. He tried to pitch in where he could but his skills were limited.
Nobody was home when I got there. I didn’t expect much. We had no kids.. My wife of three years was apparently still at work. I went to the fridge to snag a cold beer. I found a six pack so the evening was not a total loss. I looked in the fridge when I got my beer but did not see any meat thawed. Nothing else that would constitute a meal either. I wondered what the wife planned for supper. We generally shared cooking duties. This was her week to cook. We used to trade off cooking with one of us handling it a few days and then switch. About a month ago she got the idea of us doing it for a whole week before we switched. According to her, it would help us plan our week’s activities. Not that it seemed to help her all that much. I was not overly happy with the pizza she had bought on the way home from work yesterday, late as usual. Her meal planning was not that good.
I got over my disgust at a half ass meal when she fished my cock out of my pants and gave me a first class blowjob. Sharon was very good at getting my mind off the minor irritations. She continued with her efforts all evening to leave me exhausted and happy.
Lord knows I had suffered some major upheavals over the past half decade. My first wife decided I was not good enough for her after five years of marriage. The only thing that salvaged my dignity was I realized I could not compete with her new lover. I was not even in the running. I had a penis and balls between my legs while what Judy wanted was a pussy. We split amicably, both financially intact. I thought I might not leave anatomically intact when I suggested I be allowed to watch the ex and her girlfriend get it on. The ex at least had enough of a sense of humor to think my request as did her lover. They still refused to let me watch them play to my chagrin.
Her affair could have ruined my business as her lover, Rachael was my business partner’s twin sister. John went ballistic on his sister thinking she had deliberately sabotaged him. We had gone out on a limb and invested every nickel we could beg or borrow to buy a large tract of farm land that had come on the market when the elderly owner died. We had to work together and he was afraid I would blame him for his sister’s actions.
John was finally mollified when we all sat down and ironed out the details of my divorce. Judy wanted the house we had built. In return, she gave me what would have been her half of a struggling business and all the cash we had. She even assumed the house mortgage. All of us were happy or at least satisfied with the arrangement.. She got her parents who still liked me to loan me money for only a minimal return. We are all still friends and she wanted to support my business efforts. Of course she was an investor as was her lover. Judy and Rachael even got me to agree to father a few babies for them sometime in the future when they are ready. I asked if we would do the insemination naturally. Once again, my suggestion was not accepted in the spirit it was offered.. Rachael told me we could do it naturally, but she would emulate a praying mantis. But it would not be my head she bit off. She actually sounded half serious.
This sounds like the plot for a cheesy porn story. I know because I am an avid reader of online erotic stories. I have even written several. It is one of my hobbies when I have time to indulge myself. One of those things that helps me relax as I escape real life. I keep that part of my life a secret. I slipped and mentioned it to Judy once after I had a little too much to drink. She and Rachael had invited me over for dinner. She thought I was kidding and just wanted her to describe her activities with Rachael. I grinned and let her assume that. Truth was, I really would have loved to watch her and Rachael in action.
That taught me to not tell Sharon about my hobby either. She was a real estate agent who had just started working for the brokerage where John and I listed our houses. I wanted to help the pretty twenty nine year old blonde be successful so I listed a house with her. As listing agent she had to share the commission with her broker, but the influx of cash made her feel great. So great she decided to accept a date when I asked her out.
She had been a school teacher for the first seven years after she graduated college. She had never married and had no children. She told me she had tired of ‘asshole’ teenagers and wanted to change careers. Real estate seemed interesting and did not require too much additional education so she took classes at night and got her license.
We dated for six months before we got married three years ago. Of course she knew all about Rachael and Judy as we regularly got together. Sharon teased me a bit about being cuckolded by a woman. I was surprised she even knew the word cuckold. It is not one that comes up in normal conversation. She just shrugged at my comment. I joked back that I really could not compete since I had the wrong equipment. I told her the thing that bothered me the most was the infidelity. Judy and Rachael had been having sex for a long time before they came out and confessed they loved each other. I suspected nothing. I thought the two women just enjoyed each other’s company as they frequently hung out. I would not have been so upset if Judy had just come to me and told me the truth. I knew Judy had ‘experimented’ in college. Later she told me she was mostly with women and her period of ‘experimentation’ was with a male, me.