It had been just over a week since the dozer driver showed up in my doorway, since I’d sucked his fat cock, and since I’d made him lose control all over my tits. God I was so hot after that but I just couldn’t take the next step with him. Bringing him into my bedroom and letting him have his way with me would’ve crossed the line for Jay and I, though that’s exactly what I wanted to do. But it had become too convenient with Jay not at home and the weathered, muscular man just hanging around my house watching me as I walked across the yard or while I worked out in my living room. I knew. I could feel his eyes on me and he had the audacity, the courage to sneak into my house just to watch me take a shower. He had at least earned a blowjob!

Though I wanted to believe I wouldn’t cross the line of letting someone in my bedroom or even fucking someone without Jay’s knowledge, I obviously already had with the bulldozer driver. Now I’m convinced that Jay would have actually been fine with it. In fact I thought it was odd that on the days where I had been really aroused by Kyle or the dozer guy, Jay too was like a wild man, fucking me like he did when we were both drunk or when I watched him with another woman while swinging. It seems silly but I had to wonder if he knew, somehow, what I’d been up to!

As I thought about it, just a little over a week ago, the night after I sucked the dozer driver off, he broke into our room while I was masturbating, imagining the dozer guy’s thick cock inside of me, and fucked me like that wild man, like a man who knew something. Like I said, it’s silly. But if Jay had somehow figured out what I’d done, and also knew I was imagining doing it for real, then he obviously was turned on by it and he just couldn’t tell me or, maybe more likely, didn’t want to tell me. If any of this is true, then my husband might very well be enjoying what I was doing. And if he didn’t know, then my imaginative husband was going wild with ideas he couldn’t share with me and then just happening to catch me at exactly the right time. Either way…I benefited.

I was mulling over the most likely scenario that Jay was just letting his imagination run wild when I pulled up into the drive of my home. A rather large construction contingent was working on framing in our garage on the concrete slab that had been poured a few days ago while Jay and I were both at work. There were six shirtless, sun-baked men busying themselves with the construction site. I slowed down as I pulled into the driveway and studied each of them as best I could. I felt me face flush and my pussy tingled to life thinking about what I might do with each one of them in my bedroom while Jay was at work. I shook my head and ignored my desires before pulling my car into the “old” garage.

As usual I did my after-work work-out in my living room. I wanted to see if any of the construction workers were spying on me through the window, but I didn’t sense that they were. Based on the continual sound of nail guns, hammers, and cussing, I presumed they were too busy to notice. After my workout I went to the kitchen table and stared out the window and watched. The construction workers consisted of three white men, an African-American, and two men that I presumed were of Hispanic background. None of them had their shirts on and each were lean with only a couple of the white guys seeming to carry a little more weight than they probably would want. Even then, they were sexy with their deeply tanned skin and bulging biceps that flexed as they carried lumber, sweat streaking down their bodies. Other than those two men the other four were lean, in fact maybe “skinny” described a couple of them, but there was no doubt that they were strong and their bodies were tight.

I watched the men and started imaging what each one of them had hiding inside their dirty blue jeans and what position I thought would make them cum the fastest. The older white guy, with his typical middle-age weight and a salt-and-pepper goatee got my attention first. I imagined a normal sized cock that stood straight out from him when erect. I thought about him taking me doggie style with his calloused hands wrapped around my waist, fucking me hard but slowing so as not to cum. I wouldn’t let him, though. I would reach back and pull him to me while I ground my hips. I figured he would cum pretty quickly like that. Same with the smaller Hispanic man. He was very lean and I’m pretty sure I was taller than him. I could only guess at the size of his cock but I would want to feel him behind me and cumming while he fucked me fast, like a rabbit.

About half way through imagining fucking the other slightly overweight white guy, I felt my pussy soak. I started rubbing it through my clothing, imagining me riding on his cock while he laid on my bed. His thick chest in the palms of my hands would be scratched and squeezed while I rode him. I nearly came right then imagining what his gritty face would look like when I made him cum. I couldn’t take any more waiting. I propped my foot on a chair, slid my thumbs along the waistband of my workout pants and slid them down my legs. If any of them would have looked in the window, they would have seen my thighs spread wide and each foot propped on a chair with my hand furiously rubbing my pussy. I slouched in the chair so my whole pussy got attention.

I then imagined both the black man and the other Hispanic man tag-teaming me. I first rode the Hispanic man’s cock while sucking the black man’s cock. Then I switched. There was so little time to imagine too much. My sensitive clit started throbbing and I felt the convulsions slowly begin. I bit my lip and looked out the window, begging with my eyes that one of them would see me. I wanted them to see me! But when I imagined the Hispanic guy cumming on my tits while the Black guy fucked me while I laid on my back, I exploded. My hips rose off the chair and my toes dug into the fabric of the chair. One hand grasped the edge of the chair on which I sat and my other relentlessly stroked my pussy. I felt a squeal leave uncontrollably from my mouth and my hips bucked with each satisfying wave that pulsed throughout my body.

When the climax ended I lowered my hips to the chair and I gasped as I tried to regain normal breathing. I looked out the window at my imaginary lovers and was disappointed to not see them looking back at me. And then my mind wandered to Jay. I wondered what the night might bring. If Jay somehow knew what I was up to, then his cock would be ravaging me again tonight. My body started to tingle again hoping that he knew.