It was early in the morning and Dave was already getting dressed. Janet rolled over and wondered, should she get up and get him breakfast? She lay there a moment, did she love him enough to get up at six-thirty to get his breakfast? It wasn't love, it was duty. Two years ago, when they got married, she didn't love him, but he'd showered her with his wealth and she'd thought love would grow, but it hadn't. She was used to him and enjoyed his company, he was a very nice friend and she was used to living well and enjoying good things, but no, it wasn't love.
The sex wasn't bad, but not as exciting as she'd enjoyed before marriage with other men, although there hadn't been many. Lets see, now, Ron, Don, Charlie – Ah, Charlie was a fun guy, no money, no prospects, but lots of fun. She distinctly remembered one evening at a party, a group from the apartment building where she lived. She'd invited Charlie who'd brought brownies laced with pot. After everyone got pretty high, she'd gone out on the balcony where there was a group, some smoking pot, and she'd started necking with a guy she didn't know, and she'd shed her panties and like most of the others women was now topless. While still kissing, really deep tongue kissing, Charlie had come up behind her and stuck his fingers in her. He was really getting her there, and she spread her legs apart for him while still standing kissing another man. She had an orgasm and nearly bit the guy's tongue off.
Now David wants me to have his baby, so she stopped taking the pill. Let's see what happens, she thought. I'll get his breakfast.
"Oh Jan, you didn't have to get my breakfast." Dave said as he came down. He loved that she did things like that, and it made him love her even more. He was so lucky to have married a younger woman, she was just twenty-five when they'd got married two years ago, whereas he was thirty-nine. With her long blond hair and stunning figure she looked just as good, maybe better, than she had then.
Janet made him an omelet with a little onion and cheese, toast and coffee, it was delicious. He dug right in. He had to get up to the city by nine but he had a couple of men coming to build a brick retaining wall below the deck. Janet could check the work and they'd bill him.
"Remember Jan, about the guys and building the wall?" He asked her as she sat with him sipping coffee.
"Oh yeah, and they don't speak much English, right? Spanish, they're Latino, Mexican is it?"
"I don't know, but they are Hispanic, and the father speaks good English." He got up and got ready to leave.
She watched as he went out the door. He was a good looking man at forty, she just wished she had more feeling for him. She went upstairs and got dressed in a denim mini with stockings and a flowered blouse. She was going to have to go into town to do some shopping while the men built the wall, but she'd be back by lunch. She loved living out in the country with no other houses around, but there were some disadvantages, one of them being shopping, having to drive so far.
The workers arrived early, a father and two sons, eighteen and twenty-one. The idea was that he'd tell them what to do, then leave them to it. After he'd left Jan went out on the deck to check the weather. The two men looked up at her, the deck was above where they were working and they had a good view of her legs. She wondered if they could see up her skirt, and the thought of it turned her on. She went down to the garage, got in the car and left giving them a wave on her way out.
She was back about noon, had lunch and did some of those "fucking housekeeping chores", and about four o'clock looked around to see what else to do. Ah yes, those handsome young lads working in the sun, she wondered how the wall was coming. She grabbed a beer and went out on the deck and sat on the bench by the picnic table. They were actually finishing up, just putting the finishing touches on the top run of bricks. In the heat she was already starting to get a bit of a buzz from the beer. She'd brought the newspaper out with her and as she sat there she thought she'd give the boys a bit of a tease, so, still looking at the newspaper, she opened her knees a little while she surreptitiously watched their reaction.
The younger boy looked up and gave her a double-take, then nudged his brother. They both looked at her, smiled at each other and, though she couldn't see his hand because it was behind the wall, he appeared to rub his crotch.
"Too bad I wore panties," Janet said to herself, "that would really set them off. Maybe I should take them off now – no that would be too obvious and might get me raped." But she did spread her legs a little wider.
The older boy's cell phone rang and he was having a lengthy chat with someone. He climbed the steps to where Janet sat at the picnic table and tried to explain in broken English that their father wouldn't be able to pick them up until six o'clock, another two hours.
"Okay, would you like to sit here with me and drink a beer?" She asked, realizing that they didn't understand. Then simply "Beer?" and held up the bottle, and when they both nodded she went and got them each a beer from the refrigerator.
She handed them each a bottle and sat down on the bench, while the two boys, who had been standing, sat, one on either side of her. They tried to make conversation, about how hot it was, and how nice the wall looked and so on, until Jose, the older man, pulled a marijuana joint out of his pocket.
"You like smoke?" He asked her.
"Oh yes," She replied, at last, something to break the ice.
He lit the joint and passed it to her. She took a drag and passed it to the younger man, who she discovered was named Roberto. After he took a drag he passed it back to her, and she to Jose and so on. This way, of course, she was getting twice as much as the two men and was getting pretty high pretty quickly, and things were starting to get hazy.
She didn't notice, at first, when Jose put his hand on her knee, but she did notice it when the other boy, Roberto cupped her breast and said, "You nice titty."
"Thank you, but you shouldn't touch me there." She smiled at him as she said it and when he seemed abashed she gave him a gentle kiss. "But that's okay, you didn't know it was wrong." Why she said that she had no idea. Of course he knew it was wrong, and the kiss just encouraged him. He still had his hand on her breast.
