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My now husband and I were high school sweethearts. We got pregnant senior prom night and we married shortly after graduation. My husband joined the military and we travelled from base to base during his career. Fast forward twenty years later, We are thirty-eight year olds with a grown child at college. My husband sells and services durable medical equipment to hospitals. He frequently goes on the road for weeks at a time. We purchased an old house to renovate and flip. Much of the work with contractors has fallen on me during his absence.

I have been a devoted wife and I only had a few weak moments during our marriage. One time at a fourth of July block party in family housing, my husband got drunk and passed out on our patio hammock. His best friend Joe kept flirting with me and followed me into the laundry room as I was getting another case of beer to take outside and ice down. He nuzzled me and we made out. He ran his fingers inside my jean shorts and fingered me. We were interrupted by other friends who entered the kitchen to gather up some more paper plates. Joe and I quickly grabbed a case of beer apiece and walked out as if nothing happened. Another time, my husband and his army buddy were drinking heavily and they talked me into flashing my tits at them. Later that evening, my husband lay snoring on the den recliner and his friend kept begging to see my breasts again. I finally relented, but that wasn’t enough and eventually, I gave him a blow job, just to make him leave me alone. That being said, things have changed. I don’t know why, but I have given myself permissions that I never thought I would as a married woman.

My husband called and asked me to go to our investment property and check on the drywall contractors. After meeting my girlfriends for lunch and a swim at the NCO club swimming pool, I dropped by the house to check the work. There were four Spanish speaking men installing and finishing drywall in the kitchen and bathrooms. I was wearing a coverup over my bikini. Everything was covered. I opened the door and was met with a white dust storm of drywall powder as the men sanded walls and trimmed drywall. A young Hispanic man walked up to me and began pointing and speaking. I don’t understand much more than the Spanish words for numbers one through ten. I shook my head yes as if I understood. I started choking from the dust and I retreated to the patio for some fresh air. The sun was hot and bright. I broke into a sweat and my skin itched from the dust. I felt like a chia pet! I threw off my cover up and jumped into the swimming pool. I swam over to a floating recliner and climbed aboard. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm rays on my skin. What seemed like a few minutes later, I was awakened to the sound of the drywall truck leaving for lunch. I saw the foreman was still inside and he was staring at me through the sliding glass door. I checked myself and realized that I had my knees spread apart. One on the left armrest and one on the right. The crotch of my bikini barely covered my labia and I could see a couple of pubes I had missed shaving. I looked over at the door through my squinting eyes. I believed I saw the foreman rubbing his crotch while staring at me. My curiosity made me feign sleeping while watching him through the slits in my eyelids. My left hand was under my hip and I managed to release the string of my bikini bottom. It sprang away under pressure. My thin line of pubes were revealed as the bikini bottom flipped over to the right thigh. Half of my labia were exposed. The foreman unzipped his jeans and released his hard uncut penis and began to stroke himself, right in front of me on the other side of the glass. He stared at my crotch without blinking and soon launched three ribbons of cum onto the glass. Shortly thereafter, I heard his truck crank up and he left. I put myself back together and went home.

The following day, I received a call from the kitchen cabinet contractor. He asked me to stop by and verify the layout. I remembered him from the day I chose the cabinet doors. He was a muscular guy with large biceps and he was tattooed from wrists to shoulders. I think I wanted some attention from this man, so I dressed in my little holie Daisy Dukes, My short button up, tied just below my breasts, and my three inch heels. I purposely did not wear a bra or panties. Greg the cabinet guy gave me a long approving stare as I entered the house. He spread the cabinet plans across the top of one of the cabinet boxes. I stood beside him as he reviewed each unit and location with me. At one point I lost my concentration and I pointed at a tattoo on his right bicep. It was a bloody sword. He explained what it meant to him and I pointed one by one at his tats for explanation. I allowed myself to touch his tattoos as he talked. Greg looked me in the eyes and he asked me if I had any tattoos. I sheepishly answered that I had a few. Greg asked to see them. I turned my back to him and lowered the back of my shorts to the top of my bottom crack and revealed my teddy bear that sat atop my crack. I explained that it was a celebration of having my son. Greg smiled and asked to see my other tattoo. I nervously turned toward him. I released my jean short button and unzipped them. I lowered my shorts to mid thigh and I pointed just above my clit in the narrow strip of pubes. Greg said he couldn’t see it. He lifted me by the hips and placed me atop one of the cabinet boxes. He studied my lower pubes. Greg reached into his pocket and produced a pin knife. He told me to relax. He opened the small blade and placed it against my skin. He pulled my skin taunt with his thumb and forefinger aside from my clit. The cold metal of the knife made me shiver. Greg shaved my pubes upward revealing my little tattooed crown. This symbolized my group of lady friends that were left behind during one of our husband’s deployments. We called ourselves The Queens. Greg’s shaving job left a small drop of blood. Greg leaned over and licked it. His tongue continued passing the tattoo and across my clit. My shorts dropped to the floor. I watched as Greg slurped my crotch and plunged his tongue inside me. I closed my eyes as I heard his zipper retreat. Greg pulled me to the edge of my perch and pierced my hole with his throbbing fat muscle. He fucked me with a fervor and strength that made me convulse in pleasure. His cock was so thick that each stroke produced wet sucking noises. When Greg tensed and orgasmed, his cum sprayed under great pressure all over my thighs. We dressed and my thighs trembled as I walked out and left in my car.

I spent the next afternoon renewing my driver license at the DMV. When I finally escaped. I drove by the house to check the day’s work. When I got out of the car, I heard splashing and Spanish words of laughter. I walked around back and found my drywall guys in the pool. They had a cooler full of beer. When I stepped up, it got quiet. They looked like they had been caught cheating on a test! The foreman said sorry in broken English, I pointed at the cooler and managed a poorly pronounced una cerveza por favor. The foreman pitched me a can of beer. I kicked off my shoes and sat poolside with them. They looked relieved and slowly returned to partying. I noticed they had all shed their work clothes on the pool deck and further investigation revealed that they were all naked. One of the young men was obviously shy and leaned against the far corner of the pool sipping his beer. The guys plied me to join them. After two beers and three tequila shots, I shucked off my skirt, my blouse, and my bra and jumped in. I swam straight over to the shy guy, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and gave him a big bear hug. The others cheered him on. I lay back with my legs wrapped around his hips. I could feel his manhood grow against my panties. With the help of his friends the panties were soon tossed onto the pool deck. The men held me planking face up as hey one at a time fucked me. I was given a steady flow of tequila shots. I vaguely remember sucking a dark brown cock. I awoke on a lounge poolside in the dark. I tried to find my clothes. I staggered around in the dark. All I could find was my blouse. I buttoned it up and snaked around in the shadows and got into my car and went home. I pulled into the garage. Closed the door and ducked into the utility room. As I entered the kitchen, I was confronted with my son and his college friend. Brett my son laid into me about my condition, drinking and driving, and whoring around. I took his words without a sound. I ran down the hall crying. I took a shower and sobbed myself to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Brett’s college friend, Dan slipped under the covers beside me. He hugged me, spooning me from behind, and told me I was a good woman. I should have told him to go back to bed, but I didn’t. Dan went from breasts to crotch like a schoolboy trying to gain a base. 1st base 2nd base 3rd base….SCORE! I awoke the next morning with dried cum between my thighs. Dan winked at me several times during breakfast.

Late in the afternoon, I was called to the renovation house by the lighting contractor. I remembered her. She had a crewcut. She was sturdily built, tattooed and pierced all over. Everyone called her Sarge. We had forty lights ordered, but only thirty two delivered. We went through each box and checked the lighting against our order. I got bored and grabbed a bottle of wine out of the new refrigerator. I had stocked it earlier in the week as we are approaching a short punch list, I was lightening up a bit on the help. I asked Sarge if she wanted a drink. She asked for wine. I smiled and quipped that I thought she was more of a beer girl. She smiled. I get that alot Sarge said. I am a bit rough around the edges. She confided that she had recently met a young lady that was frilly, feminine, manicured. She said she never thought she would be interested in a girl like that. Sarge said she would like to soften up a bit. After our second bottle of wine, I jumped up, went to my car, and grabbed my overnight bag. I asked Sarge to follow me to the master bathroom. We filled the tub with warm water. Sarge undressed and got into the tub. I retrieved a new razor from my bag and I shaved Sarge’s legs. It was quite an undertaking! Her bikini area was even more of a job, but in the end, I was proud of my handiwork. Sarge had a set of breasts bigger than I had ever seen. I just had to pinch her nipples! We both giggled. We drank more and more. Sarge became more amorous with me. We ended up in bed together naked. I lay on my back with Sarge expertly eating my vagina. When she rolled over, I knew it was my turn. I had never had sex with a woman. I took my position between her thighs and I ate her like I enjoy being eaten. Her vagina was all pink and fat and juicy. I enjoyed myself. We even put our vaginas together. Sarge called it scissoring, We ground our pussies against one another. I actually orgasmed during this play. Sarge giggled and ran outside naked. She came back with a bag. Inside was a large assortment of sex toys. Sarge loaded my bottom and vagina with vibrating eggs. Juices constantly streamed out of my pussy as I orgasmed over and over. Sarge and I even used a two headed dildo. We backed up butt to butt. We orgasmed all night long. When we parted the next morning, I felt like I have become a bisexual. I had so much fun with Sarge.

Finally the day came when everything was done on the renovation house. I was sad in a way. When my husband left town on another business trip, I threw a party at the renovation house. I invited the drywall guys, Greg the cabinet guy, Sarge, and even my son’s friend Dan. Dan invited my son. I was very nervous about this, but I got the shock of my life when Brett and Dan got naked and were kissing in the pool. I figured I would talk to him about that later. Sarge brought her new girlfriend.

The party was crazy fun. Sarge ended up in bed with Greg. Her eyes bulged out as Greg gave her the first real cock in her vagina she had ever had. Sarge’s girl ended up in the pool with three of the drywall guys. She was passed around all evening. The shy drywaller disappeared with Dan and Brett. I located them in the spare bedroom. Brett was fucking Dan in the ass while Dan was sucking my quiet drywallers cock. Live and let live As more me, I spent time with all of my guests. Lastly, Brett came into my bedroom and lay down with his head on my shoulder. He apologized for attacking me a few weeks earlier. We discussed his sexuality. He informed me that he considered himself bisexual and promised me there will be grandchildren in my future. I was relieved.

Two weeks later during a serious discussion with my husband, he informed me that he had fallen madly in love with a nurse in Chicago and asked me for a divorce. I wasn’t as upset as you would think I'd be. I asked for the renovation house in the settlement. Tonight, I am celebrating the finalization of my divorce with a party. My friends, Drywallers, Greg, Sarge, Her girlfriend, Dan, and Brett will be there. Come join us!

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