When I left that morning Nan was still tucked under her covers. There was a pit in my stomach as I pulled down the driveway and looked at the nearly completed shell of the garage. It stood as an impenetrable fortress for my video cameras. There was no way to hide a camera inside the shell without the construction workers finding it. And today was Nan’s day off from work. She would have the whole day with the construction workers and there would be no way for me to know what might happen.

Nan had proven more adventurous than I would have predicted. After seeing the video of her sucking the dozer driver’s cock and masturbating in front of the window for the construction workers, there was no doubt in my mind that today would be a day she would have been looking forward to. We hadn’t had sex in nearly a week. The only release I had had been the day she tried to show off for the construction workers and I watched the secret recording of her masturbating. She hadn’t really avoided me but we just never seemed to get to the point that either one of us pursued the other. She seemed distracted. Like something was on her mind but she just couldn’t say it.

As I pulled onto the road from my driveway, the construction crew’s truck passed me. I broke into a sweat. I could only imagine how horny my wife might be today knowing she would be there with them all day. And if she were horny and feeling adventurous, then surely she would pursue her passion secretly with the hope that I would never know. In fact, there would be no way for me to know unless she told me. My head pounded with these swirling ideas and my complete dissonance of both hoping that she might actually do what I thought she might, which was to fuck the whole construction crew, and the thought that I wouldn’t be a part of her secret play in any manner. I barely remembered the drive to work.

In fact I barely remembered much of that morning at all. Time barely moved. The clock haunted me. My mind tormented me. What was she doing right that second?! Should I call? Should I text? How many time has she cum fucking them already? Surely she isn’t doing anything without me there; without me knowing! Over and over these thoughts thundered in my mind and my heart-felt heavy. It was an amazing erotic image, the thought of my wife fucking the construction crew, making her lose control, and then making each one of them lose control. I truly didn’t have a problem with that, really. What really bothered me is she couldn’t tell me and that I wouldn’t be able to watch or participate. No I was relegated to the bench, to an unattached observer that wasn’t able to see the game itself.

“Jeezus, Jay!,” said my supervisor as he walked into my office. “Are you okay?!”

“Yah, why?” I said.

“You look pale and you’re all…sweaty!  Are your arms tingling? Are you having a heart attack?!”

“No, no,” I said. “I’m fine. I’m just…just…”

“I’m sorry, man, but you look like shit! Whatever is going on I think you should leave. Go to the doctor or at least go home and sleep. Fuck sake, man! Don’t get us all sick!” My supervisor turned and walked out of the office. I packed my briefcase and turned off my computer so quickly that I nearly caught up to my supervisor as he left my office. Why hadn’t I just called in sick?! But he gave me the opening I needed.

There was no such thing as a speed limit or a stoplight. I pushed my car as hard as she would go to get back home. But I can’t pull into the driveway! That would’ve given me away and would have put everyone in a bad spot. Fact is I wanted to catch Nan but not catch her. It was the voyeur in me, that twisted desire I had of watching others have sex. My wife, an exhibitionist at heart, was my perfect match and this was the perfect scenario. So I needed to catch her but not catch and confront her.

Living in the country like we do presented a problem in that they would all hear me approaching, especially at the rate of speed I had been traveling. I ran a hundred possible methods of hiding the car somewhere and walking to the garage as well as just driving up and joining, presuming they were all in the garage having a turn with Nan. Had my heart not been thumping blood everywhere in my body except for my cock, I know I would have been rock solid. But instead I felt out of control and frenzied.

As I turned onto the road that lead to our house I remembered the small shed on the neighboring farm that was tucked in a line of trees just down the hill from our house. I slowed my car and remembered that the farmer and his wife were traveling that week so I could park by the shed, walk quietly through the tree line and up the hill without anyone seeing me! Perfect!

My body was shaking as I walked on the ends of my dress shoes up the grassy hill. I almost turned around. I couldn’t go any further. I wanted to know! But, yet, I didn’t want to know. By now I had sweat completely through my dress shirt, which I’m sure actually would make someone think I was having a heart attack. My mouth was so dry. I ran the sleeve of my shirt across my forehead, took a deep breath, and climbed the hill.

The garage had most of the framing and exterior completed. The siding had not been affixed and the shingles had not been layered on the roof. The windows were framed but they were vacant of any glass. It was there that I focused my attention. There was one glass-less window framed at the side of the garage that looked out onto the hill. My approach was perfectly hidden but I could crawl the last few steps toward the window. I would be completely hidden.

I held my breath and was only about ten steps away from the vacant window when I heard her. Nan, my wife, was clearly having an orgasm. I knew that sound so well. I had heard it a thousand times over the twenty years we’d been married. I’d heard it on neighboring beds and through house walls when we went swinging with our lifestyle friends. It was about as hard an orgasm as I had ever heard escape from her throat.

I finished my crawl and pressed my back against the garage wall. I listened to the sounds of bodies banging inside my garage. I heard the voices, moans, and groans of men with one, single woman having the most amazing experience of their lives. I sat there, with my hand on my erect cock, stroking it through my slacks, wishing I had the courage to join. But I couldn’t. It would have ruined that moment for all of them; Nan especially. I couldn’t tell how many men she had in there with her but I knew there had been as many as six working on the garage that week. Six! Was that even possible?! There was a round of loud moans and the voice of my wife coaxing men to cum for her, to cum on her even. Their moment was ending and I had to make sure I wasn’t discovered.

I hurried back down the hill glancing back toward the window to make sure nobody was looking out at me. Seeing nobody was reassuring. I sat in my car the rest of the afternoon imaging what had happened in the garage and what might still be going on in the house. I stroked my cock and came instantly remembering my wife’s sounds.