Under the covers my body shook, trembled. I woke the moment Jay’s alarm went off but I stayed under the covers, kept my eyes closed, and my mind raced. Ever since masturbating in the dining room watching the construction workers building the garage and ever since I figured out that Jay had to know what I had done, I had contemplated this day. This day. This day was my day off. This day I would be by myself. And this day I knew the garage walls would be up creating a nice hidden shelter from any cameras that Jay had hidden around the house. Though I had never intended to keep secrets from Jay, I was convinced that he had been keeping his own secrets from me. He had to know! He had to be spying on me!

So this day had finally arrived. Out of fear that Jay was able to spy on me, I had resorted to masturbating under the covers in the middle of the night. I masturbated fucking each of the construction workers, one at a time, in my bed. And I masturbated imaging my handsome, strong husband watching the videos and jacking off thinking I didn’t know. This was the day that I had been waiting for to fulfill that fantasy. But under the covers, with the early morning light trying to cut through the dark, I touched my panties but resisted pressing my fingertips against my clit, though I really needed to. My entire pussy ached and was swollen. And it really wasn’t just my pussy, it was my entire pelvis and it radiated into my stomach, into my chest. I was never a nipple pincher but god I wanted something sensual for release so I tweaked my hard nipple between my thumb and finger. I didn’t want to stop but had to. I couldn’t start what I didn’t want to stop and what I wanted to start was to bring the construction workers into my bed. And since Jay was enjoying watching, at least from everything I had been able to guess, then I wanted to put on the show of a lifetime for him, and I would reap all of the benefits.

I pretended to sleep when my husband kissed my cheek. A guilty pang cut through me. I had never deceived him. Ever! Not until this whole construction thing started. And if he knew what I was actually doing, well then it was a license to pursue my urges. I should be the one who is upset. At least this is how my mind had finally justified everything after nearly a month of this head game. As I lay there in bed, listening to his car pull out of the drive, my mind swiftly cast the negative thoughts aside and my body started to shake again. Within a few moments I heard the roar of the truck carrying the construction crew ambling up the driveway. I couldn’t help but smile. My eyes flew open. And though I was nervous and my body just wouldn’t stop shaking, I couldn’t wait to get the morning started.

I left the door to my bathroom open. I shaved my pussy clean and removed any unwanted hair from every part of my body. I showered. I let the powerful shower-head linger against my pussy. I wanted more but stopped myself from getting too lost, though that’s what I really wanted. I didn’t overdo the makeup because I knew it would just be melting away. I painted my toenails, my fingernails. Even naughty girls want to look pretty. I listened to the nail-guns popping and the men talking, laughing. I didn’t know how many had shown up for the job though the most I had seen was six. Six! Could I do six?!

The panty drawer remained closed. There wasn’t going to be a need for those. I put on my black mini skirt, the one that barely covered my ass. My hot pink cami, the one that fit tightest against my tits, slid carefully over my head, and reached just above the waist line of the skirt. When I lifted my arms, my bellybutton showed. Jay always loved when I let my belly show. I glanced out the window and mixed the lemonade. I poured six glasses, just in case, and I put them on a serving tray. I slid on my stilettos, adjusted my skirt, and grabbed the tray. I looked in the mirror that hung by our door before opening it. I breathed in deeply and exhaled, calming my nerves. I looked at the woman’s eyes in the mirror. Smiled. Then turned the doorknob.

I glanced down the driveway and down the road. It was probably instinct. I’m sure I was looking for Jay. Or rather, making sure he wasn’t coming back home, which was the risk. Still, if he did get home early, my guess is that my husband wouldn’t avoid the opportunity to join. But there was no trail of dust lifting from the gravel road. My smile was involuntary as I turned toward the construction site.

They didn’t see me walking up the freshly poured concrete approach. Four men. No shirts. Only the black man and the young white man had been there the day I watched out my window. The other two, also white men, lean and muscular, both had rugged faces and strong forearms, which made my stomach knot up and twist. I walked on jelly-legs towards the four men leading with my hips as I stretched my legs their direction. The young white man, who had been there before had a Celtic band around his bicep, was the first to notice me. His whistle alerted the other men. I cleared my throat. Attempted to hold my anxiety in check. With as much confidence as I could I said, “You boys thirsty?”

I felt their eyes lusting for me as I walked into the windowless garage. The small picnic table that had sat in our yard had been dragged into the garage so I sat the tray of drinks on the table top. I leaned forward giving all four of them an eyeful of my naked, shaved pussy.

“Holy fuck!” said the black man. I looked back and smiled.

“You boys want lemonade? Or is there something else I can get for you?” I barely knew the woman speaking. Her voice was raspy and seductive. Confident even. I turned and put my hand on the table top not knowing what to do next. The young white man with the Celtic tattoo walked up close to me, his face inches away from me, smiling, light beads of sweat on his forehead. He took a glass off the tray without letting his eyes leave mine. He took a drink and sat the glass back down.

“The lemonade is delicious,” he said. Then he whispered, “but I’m not thirsty for lemonade.” My pussy exploded to life and my trembling started again. His calloused hands ran up my ribs and he helped me to the table top, where I sat down and his hands ran down, over my skirt to my thighs. He spread my legs wide. I heard one of the men move the tray behind me and I laid back. Before I could react I felt Celtic guy’s tongue on my pussy. His tongue slid deep inside then up to my clit where he flicked it and triggered mini orgasms in me and made me grab the side of the picnic table and press my pussy into his face. I could barely breathe and I suddenly realized that my plan to take each man into my bedroom was not going to work as I had planned. I would have all four…in the unfinished garage.

Around me I heard the other men talking dirty to me, respectfully mind you, but dirty nonetheless. Telling me how sexy I looked and how bad they wanted to fuck me. I reached down between my tits and pulled out a set of condom packages. I looked at one of the new guys, the one with an unshaved beard, and said, “now you can fuck me!” He smiled and immediately started tearing open a package. I heard zippers on pants, then the sound of denims hitting the floor. Celtic man’s tongue kept fucking me and I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him against me. Fuck his tongue felt good. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum! But I had some work ahead of me and I didn’t want to let go too soon.

The black guy and the other new guy, who was bald-by-choice, approached me while I was laying on my back on the picnic table. Their hard cocks bounced as they throbbed. I reached out and took one in each hand, stroked them. The bald guy moaned and I could feel his precum already leaking from his cock. The black guy’s cock was thick, wide but not as long as the fables would tell you. Still he challenged my throat as he slid it inside my mouth. Back and forth he slowly fucked my throat and moaned, he told me how good my tongue felt. I could taste the salty sweat on his cock and his precum too slipped from his cock. How I loved making a man’s cock leak!

I felt movement between my thighs and Celtic guy disappeared. Bearded guy stood between my thighs. I looked down my stomach towards him. His long, hard cock sprung from his hips. I looked up and he smiled at me. I felt my body tense. This was it! This was that moment! The tip of his cock pushed my swollen pussy and slowly pushed forward. I felt a squeal escape from my lips and I moaned loudly. Fuck, yes! He started thrusting his hips, pushing his cock in and out of me. My whole pussy stretched and I bounced against him and stroked the black guy and the bald guy. I had no idea where Celtic had gone until I felt a hand on my clit, rubbing fast. I lifted my hips. My pussy tightened. My stomach seized. I clenched my eyes and while bearded guy slammed harder inside of me I felt the familiar quiver inside. My body tensed and I clinched my eyes.  I came so hard I squeezed my hands around the other men’s cocks. I heard them protest but I didn’t care. The explosion was huge and I couldn’t control it, nor did I want too.

“That’s a good girl,” said the bearded man. He pulled out and turned me to over. I pressed my tits against the table and felt the tip of his cock against my pussy again. His hands on my hips squeezed and he thrust, hard! I moaned loudly and his body slapped against my exposed ass. “Fuck her, Tom!” I heard someone say. “Fuck her hard!” And he did! The faster he went the quicker my next orgasm built. His long cock reached deep inside hitting my g-spot over and over again. I started moaning and wanted to cum but saw Celtic positioning himself on the table in front of me. He got his legs under my arms and I dropped my mouth down his thick cock. I bobbed as fast as I could and played with his tight balls. “Tom,” the bearded guy, started groaning and fucking me faster.

“Shit!” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby!” I bounced back to meet every thrust. I pulled my mouth off Celtic long enough to say “cum for me!” Bearded guy “Tom” stuck his cock as deep as he could inside of me, held it there and groaned loudly. I pressed back against him knowing I’d made him cum. I met his thrust until I knew he was done. The power was intoxicating. And though I wanted more orgasms for myself, the real fun for me was going to be making these men lose control.

Almost as soon as “Tom” pulled out, I felt another thick cock slide in. The black guy had decided it was his turn. I nearly came as he slid inside, he was so wide. I moaned and met his thrusts while my mouth resumed its sucking on Celtic’s cock. I heard Celtic moan when I took the entire length down my throat, and held it. “Damn!” he said over and over again.

The black man behind me was pumping me hard. He leaned forward and I felt his thick, sweaty chest pressed against my back, his lips close to my  ear. “You like that, baby? You like how that cock feels?” I moaned over top of Celtic’s cock my approval. He fucked me harder. But when he suddenly lifted himself up and grabbed a handful of hair, lifting my face off of Celtic’s cock, my pussy exploded with an orgasm that sent waves throughout my body. I moaned loudly and felt him push deep inside and heard him say, “Oh damn, baby, damn!”  Man number two had fallen.

Celtic and bald-guy repositioned me on the table. They put me on my back in the middle of the table. Celtic hovered over my face and fucked my mouth while bald guy fucked me with my ass cheeks barely holding on to the edge of the table. My pussy felt beautifully raw and my body shook from exhaustion. I was thankful that I hadn’t worn any makeup, well not really, because it would have been streaking down my face from the sweat running out of my pores. It was almost like I couldn’t breath at times.

Bald guy’s hands lifted my legs by the ankles. His cock burrowed deep inside. He moved his hips side-to-side, hitting every hidden spot inside. I moaned and instinctively took hold of Celtic’s cock and started stroking it faster while I moaned. Bald guy was fucking every part of my pussy. I felt another orgasm building and Celtic started fucking my mouth with some urgency. I strengthened my hold on Celtic’s cock, near the tip, and started stroking my fist with only the tip in my mouth. He put his fingers in my hair and started groaning. It seemed to alert bald guy that things were heating up and he started moaning. I felt my stomach tighten and the waves begin.

“Oh fuck!” moaned Celtic as his cock flooded my mouth. My pussy erupted and I moaned as best as I could, but loud enough that our neighbors would have heard, had we had any neighbors close by. Bald guy thrust and groaned loudly. He squeezed my ankles and I felt him shake with each pulse from his cock.

Each man had a lemonade in his hand by the time I got my skirt and cami adjusted. Smiles stretched across their faces. My knees were shaking and my arms felt weak as I collected their empty glasses and placed them back on the trays. They thanked me and I smiled at them and told them to get back to work. “This garage won’t build itself!” They laughed and were soon back to work. I walked around the side of the garage to dump the two glasses left unfinished since I had planned for six men, but only had four in the garage. As I dumped the final glass I saw something sitting by the garage, under the glass-less window frame. My breath caught and I scanned the yard, the hill, the treeline. Jay’s money clip was resting underneath the window.