It was now Monday morning, and the only thing Joe had on his mind was kissing Sandi. It had only been two nights ago that she snuck outside and kissed him properly good night, right before dropping down and swallowing every drop of cum juice he could muster. All while her husband was just steps away inside the house.
Each time he closed his eyes all he could see was her beautiful naked body bathed in the moonlight. Now, it was a new day and a new week, and he physically ached to see her. Something about her touch renewed him in ways he could not explain.
By ten o'clock in the morning Joe had been moving and cutting stone in the hot sun for more than two hours. He found a shady spot to take a break and pulled out his phone.
HEY. Joe texted her, knowing she was at her office.
NEED ANYTHING FROM THE LUMBERYARD?
In his head he calculated the odds of either Sandi or anyone at her office actually needing anything from a lumberyard. Somewhere around one in ten billion, give or take a billion.
NO, she replied, BUT MEET ME AT MY HOUSE FOR LUNCH.
LOVE TO, he wrote back, BUT COVERED IN DIRT AND DUST.
COME THROUGH THE BACKYARD, was the answer.
Joe's morning flew by as he did the work of three men despite the bulge in his shorts that kept him from moving too fast. He debated the danger of him driving over there in broad daylight. People could see, people could talk, and word could get around. Regardless of the possibility of getting noticed Joe decided to risk it. Shortly before noon he drove and parked two blocks from Keith and Sandi's home. Not wanting to look like a vagrant, he carried a tape measure and yellow pad so onlookers might think he was giving an estimate for landscaping.
His shirt was sweat soaked, as was the cap he wore. On top of that his arms and legs were covered in dirt and dust from four hours of hot outside work. He walked into the backyard, stopping first to measure the driveway on his way up and write down some imaginary measurements. After fumbling with the tape he made his way to the backyard and shut the gate behind him. Soon after that he heard Sandi's car pull up.
Sandi entered her home through the front door and a moment later Joe heard the back door unlock. He still couldn't believe this was really happening. Here he was, standing in his friend's back yard in the middle of the day, for no other reason than he was crazy about his friend's wife.
Then the door opened. Sandi stood there. Perfection. This was classic Sandi. Her brown shoulder length hair was combed perfectly in place across her forehead. Makeup flawless as one would expect, and her earrings matched her necklace. She was wearing a knee length brown dress that closed in the front and crossed well up on her chest. Below her thin calves and ankles she wore black open toed shoes that showed off her tiny painted toes.
"Hello Joe," she said, "Glad you could make it on such short notice." Sandi glanced from side to side to let Joe know that nosey neighbors might be able to hear their conversation.
"Yes, hi Sandi, uh, no problem at all."
"Would you like to come in?"
"Glad to, but..." Joe raised his arms to show her his sweat-drenched outfit. He looked down at his boots, which were once black but now were grey from a recent coating of concrete and clay.
"Yeah," she said, "let's just leave those boots in the hallway."
Joe stepped in and took the big heavy boots off. Sandi shut the door behind him and twisted the lock. Nonchalantly she walked down the hall to the kitchen. He followed, staring at her tight calf muscles as she moved, and of course took a peek at her ass through the thin cloth dress. The outline of a bulge in his pants continued to grow with each step.
As they both cleared the door to the kitchen Sandi turned and kissed him deeply. Tongue on tongue they closed their eyes and shared the electricity. He felt goose bumps roll down from his shoulders to his feet.
Her head tilted as she looked up at him, those brown cat eyes sparkling.
"Oh my god, Joe, I missed this so much."
"You? Holy fuck, I can hardly even drive without crashing. And every time I use a saw I'm afraid I'll think of you and cut off my hand."
He kissed her again, being careful not to make contact with her dress.
"This is just what I needed," he said, "thank you."
Joe turned and washed his hands in the sink. There was so much dirt on his arms it looked like he was wearing gloves. He turned back and reached inside her dress for a handful of milky smoothness. Her nipples were already hard as he fingered them.
"Sorry I'm such a wreck, busy day in the yard."
"That's okay," Sandi replied, staring at the large man standing in her kitchen.
"Plus I stink, bad."
"I don't mind, in fact I love your smell."
She sniffed at his armpits before kissing him again. Looking down she saw the wet spot where the tent pole was pushing out of his filthy shorts.
"Come with me." She grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.
This was the last thing Joe expected. Although he had been at the house a hundred times he had only been upstairs one time, and that was helping Keith carry up some furniture.
When they got to the bedroom Joe stood just inside the door as Sandi walked to the other side of the bed. The bedroom was small but well appointed. He had peeked into the master bedroom as they walked by but totally understood this was a much safer room for them to be together in. Everything upstairs was spotless, except for the man in the clay covered clothes.
Sandi stood there for a second, and as Joe looked at her he could easily imagine that earlier in the day she had no doubt been at an office meeting with her peers. Joe had met many of them throughout the years. He thought; no he knew, that plenty of the men working there would fantasize about her tits. They would try to get a peek at them whenever she was sitting at her desk and they were standing over her. If they didn't get a chance to look down her dress, they would hope her nipples would stick out from the air conditioning. Or perhaps they would try and get a look up her skirt from across the room. Of course many would be wondering what she wore beneath that brown dress today, where her panty lines showed, or if her mound or lips would be visible when she stood. They would picture in their minds what her pussy looked like, and be especially curious if she enjoyed sucking dick.
That much he knew, but he also knew no one at her office or any of her friends would ever imagine her doing something like this for real. But here she was, for real, in her house, and had invited him, her husband's friend. Joe had the honor to be privy to what all those other men could only think about.
