"I screwed up again, honey" I tried to explain to her.
The two guys working on our site, the young black guys, had opened up the plumbing system, the whole yard really, and then the check had bounced.
I knew she'd be pissed; I don't manage the money that well. The work had to be finished, but I wasn't sure what to doâbut I had an idea.
It was only two nights before she'd told me she thought they'd been peaking in the window at her in the morning, as they started their working day and she showered for hers. I'd seen her that morning too, emerging from the shower, dewy and damp, white and tan, a tumble of her golden blonde locks flowing over her shoulders, lovely protuberances topped by cherry pink nipples just asking to be sucked, blonde/brown curly hair serving as the chest within which the true treasure lay
It might be she'd have been upset, but to my slight surprise she expressed a conflict: "I should make sure not to do that," she told me, "wouldn't want to flash them, but, I hope they enjoyed what they saw."
"They are cuties," she teased me, "and you've been traveling a lot. You know a woman has her needs."
I'd overheard the young guys talking that afternoon, about their own needsâwishing they had girls but bummed they don't, talking about whether they should go to the strip club this weekend, and then talking about that hottie they'd see naked recently. I didn't know if they were talking about my wifeâbut they might have been.
"So honey"âI started in againâ"I have a crazy idea. What if instead of the money we owed them, we could do a swapâgive them a treat?"
She looked at me completely confusedâ"what are you saying?'âand then blushed.
"I already gave them a little treat, remember?"
"I know, but we could make more of a show of itâthey said they wanted to go to the strip club, maybe you could do a little show for them here. They're young guysâinexperienced, don't get to see women naked much."
"NO. Are you kidding me? I could neverâI'd be way too shyâare you suggesting I should strip for moneyâwhat?"
"Honey, this is something we need to doâand I don't know what else to do. We can't leave the yard open like that."
She looked at me and sighed. "If we have to do it, we'll do what we need to do, but no touching."
"Of course," I said.
I went back out to the yard as she jumped into the shower and prepared some lingerie.
"So here's the dealâI can't pay you now, but I can give you something instead. What if my wife does a little dance for youâyou knowâlike strips down to her underwear?"
I had hoped this'd be easy, but they had me over a barrel. "That'd be fine," they saidâ"but it has to be a bit more than underwear."
"Topless," one guy said.
I took a breathâthis was going to be harder than I thought.
"And she has to touch herself," the other guy said.
"Yeah, she has to touch her pussy through her pantiesâreally rub it, get herself excited."
"Oh, she'll be excited," I said to myself, looking again at these cute young black guys and remembering how excited she'd been when she caught them peaking. "But touching herself? She'll never agree to that," I thought.
I went back to her as she was getting dressedâand gulping down her third glass of wine of the afternoon, calming her nerves but also weakening her good judgment.
"So you know how you said no touching?"
She looked at me with a spark of concern, even anger.
"Well they insistedâbut only touching yourself. That's ok, right?"
She was pissedâ"how did you get us in this situation?" she mutteredâand then looked at me: "I'm going to get you back for this."