Full Service Pt. 01

It was seven in the morning. I had finished showering and getting dressed. Walking through the living room and into the kitchen, I saw no signs of my husband, Jeff. Then, I noticed him pacing on the back deck through the kitchen window, still in his plaid flannel bathrobe, talking on the phone. I opened the dishwasher and began putting away the clean dishes while waiting for him to finish his call. About a minute later, the screen door opened, and he stepped in, pulling the slider shut behind him while simultaneously putting his gunmetal gray iPhone into the robe's side pocket. Jeff let out a sigh as he turned to face me. I knew what was coming next.

"I'm going to have to go back into the city. The Davis people are coming in today, and Marty is sick."

The Davis Group is a client of my husband Jeff's firm, Development, Inc. Marty is his partner. Mike Davis and several of his associates were in the city to tour a parcel of land they wanted Jeff and Marty to develop for a project they were working on.

"Good Morning to you too!" I said, my tone reflecting his lack of a greeting as I put a dish in the cupboard. "That's convenient for Marty. Not so much for you. Neither of you knows what the word vacation means."

My husband loved his job. He and Marty had started their company from nothing and built it into a respectable multi-million dollar business. That success came with hard work and long hours. But, of course, it also gave us a lifestyle we enjoyed, money to pay for good college educations for our son and daughter, not to mention this lake house we had bought a year ago. I wished he could sometimes forget about work and enjoy our time together, but when that phone rang, it never went unanswered.

"I'm sorry! If things go the right way, this could be very profitable, and time is always of the essence."

"That's fine. If this is important, you should take care of it," I replied, offering my support.

Jeff now seemed more at ease with my acceptance of the situation.

"I'll have to take them to the property so they can see it," he continued, "After that, we will have dinner and discuss everything. I'm sure it will be late by then; you know how those things go. I'll probably sleep at the house tonight and return early tomorrow afternoon."

It was a two-hour drive to our house in the city. But spending time alone with just the kids might be a welcome break. We had been married for twenty-three years now. The initial attraction had worn off years ago, and it seemed like we were going through the motions. It was that whole, I love you, but I'm not in love with you thing. But don't get me wrong; we had our moments. They were just a few and far between, and the between increased as the years passed.

He stepped forward, arms outstretched, hugged me, then kissed my forehead.

"I love you. Thanks for understanding."

As he backed up, I did my best to smile. Half of me wished he was staying; the other half wasn't upset that he wasn't. It was something I struggled with more and more as time passed.

"We can always go shopping in town or go swimming and layout here on the deck," playfully poking him in the ribs with my index finger. "I'm sure we will be fine until you return."

Several towns dotted the edges of the lake. One of these was about ten minutes from our house. It consisted of a small strip mall with a grocery store and several other mom-and-pop stores selling various items. The rest of the place had several hotels, a pair of gas stations, and homes scattered in and around it. The selection of stores was limited compared to the city - lots of arts and crafts, that type of stuff, but you could find most necessities. The population was about a thousand people, give or take, but that area swelled in the summer to double or triple that.

Jeff went into the bathroom to shower and get ready. After the door was closed and the water was running, an idea popped into my head. I closed the bedroom door, removed my clothes, and went to the bathroom door. I could open it, sneak in, and surprise him in the shower! I grasped the knob and tried to turn it. Jeff had locked the door.

I was sure it wasn't something he did consciously, but it frustrated me, honestly. It was just another setback on the road to intimacy, something we never seemed to be on the same page with lately. It had been a few months since the last time we'd had sex. If I wanted to get off today, I would have to take matters into my own hands. I got dressed and went back out to the living room.

After Jeff had finished getting ready, he grabbed his keys and laptop bag, and we walked over to the front door and out onto the porch.

"When the kids get up, tell them what's happening. We can do something fun for dinner tomorrow when I get back. Do you need anything before I go?"

"We should be fine. We have Caleb's car if we need to go anywhere."

Our older son, Caleb, twenty-one, had driven up separately with Lucy, our nineteen-year-old daughter. It was the middle of summer, and they liked to frequent the bars and other hangouts in the area or visit friends with houses up this way. Having a second car available gave them that freedom. It would now also come in handy for us to use with Jeff gone.

Jeff kissed me goodbye, a quick peck on the lips, climbed in our car, and backed out of the driveway as I waved.

After he was out of sight, I headed to the bedroom to change. Removing my clothes, I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. At forty-two, I was still in good shape. Of course, the unavoidable gravity had affected my once perky B cups, so they hung slightly lower than in their heyday, but they had been otherwise remarkably resilient. At five-six and a hundred and thirty-five pounds, men still gave me the eye frequently, which always made me feel good about myself. Getting more of that kind of attention from my husband would have been nice. I put on a two-piece suit and headed out to the deck.

It was a beautiful day. The sun burned brightly as it climbed into the mid-morning sky, cloudless and blue. Unlike the city, the air was clear and crisp. It had a clean, fresh smell, with the occasional hint of pine from the trees surrounding our house. It was a good day to relax, I decided.

One of the most wonderful things about the place was it was secluded. Lake Drive, which surrounds the entire lake, is a windy, hilly two-lane road. Driveways intersect from the right and left at varying intervals as you drive along it. On our side, on the right, are the lakefront houses, with homes set back from the road and maybe a hundred feet apart. A line of pine trees on either side of our yard separated us from our neighbors, adding to our privacy.

I walked over to one of the wooden deck chairs with oversized puffy cushions and plopped down. The chair faced away from the house and about fifteen feet to the left of the sliders, looking out over the water. Several small boats were off in the distance. I grinned from ear to ear. The kids were still asleep, and my husband was gone, and if anyone in those boats could see me, well, they were in for a show.

I reached up with my left hand, running it across the thin fabric of the suit's top. I drew a small circle around my right areola, then pressed lightly on the nipple. I pinched it between my thumb and index finger through the fabric. My hand continued to roam over my breast, then slipped underneath the top to contact the skin directly. I let out a soft moan finding my now hard nipple as my other hand moved to my pussy.

My eyes closed, and my mind drifted. Who would fuck me today? Would it be a cute guy I picked up in a hotel bar? My husband would never know, as he took me to his room to ravage me. Then, there was the pizza delivery guy. Strong and handsome, and me having no money for a tip. He would give me the attention I yearned for. Too ordinary; I needed something more.

Most of my fantasies were docile, standard stuff, but a few were on the wild side. I didn't share these with Jeff because I didn't think he would understand them, and if I'm being honest, he never showed much interest when we talked about some of the tamer ones. A fertile mind, two hands, and sometimes sex toys, when the situation allowed, did the trick quite nicely. I never considered playing out the fantasies; they were a turn-on and an excellent vehicle for a self-induced orgasm. As time went by, I delved deeper and deeper into my imagination, and the intensity of the climaxes grew exponentially with a scene's perverseness I was discovering. Drawing from that pool would be my task this morning.

Then it hit me. There were the three construction workers who were doing our bathroom renovation, taunted by my skimpy shorts, nipples poking through my T-shirt, and my breasts braless underneath. They had enough of my teasing and were ready to take what they wanted. Ah, yes, that would be it. But how daring was I to get with the kids upstairs in their rooms? I had time, I was sure.

I reached behind and untied my top, letting it fall to my lap, my breasts now exposed to the morning sun. I gazed down at my pink areolas, about an inch and a half in diameter and topped with cute quarter-inch nipples. I ran my hands over them, caressing and squeezing them, tweaking the nubs. I quickly removed the bottoms. I was naked now; if the kids awoke, they would catch me.

For the briefest moments, another script began playing in my head. What if they caught me? The thought turned me on, but at the same time scared me. What would happen next? I'd had these thoughts before, and while they seemed wrong, something about them excited me. Not now, I told myself, and the visual was gone. It was only eight-thirty. The kids shouldn't be up for at least another hour, if even then.

A finger slipped between the fleshy folds of the waiting outer lips. They parted, revealing the wetness that my foreplay had provoked. I journeyed up to my clit, aching for stimulation as it was, my other hand caressing my right breast.

I conjured up the construction workers again. They surrounded me, stripping me bare and feeling my naked tits. I protested half-heartedly, but what could I do? I pleaded with them, "No, I'm married," and "Please, don't," as they removed their clothes, but to no avail. Then one reached down, slipping a finger into me, followed by a second, thrusting them back and forth. I looked from one to another, admiring the size of their cocks as they grew in stature, their eagerness now apparent. It would only be a moment before they violated me. I was about to be taught a lesson for being such a tease, and there was no escape.

I could feel the pleasure building as I rubbed the area around my clit, occasionally grazing it and still playing with my swollen nipple as my imagined assault reached new heights. I closed my eyes and continued the illusion. I remained silent, not wanting to risk waking anyone.

One worker backed up to sit on the bed, holding my hands to drag me along, while another positioned himself behind me. Still standing, the muscular man behind me pushed my head down, bending me at the waist, forcing me to take one prick into my mouth while he entered me from behind. The third guy stood beside us, jerking his meat while watching the action. My resistance had vanished.

My movements grew faster, and I could feel my orgasm slowly building. I inserted two fingers into my pussy and began to bang myself, simulating the fictitious fucking I was getting. I played this scenario out for a minute, fingers gliding in and out of my now-sopping box, and I felt myself begin to peak. I fingered fucked myself faster, still rubbing my clit as I rode the first waves of my climax, hips bucking to meet the imaginary construction worker's cock.

The man sitting before me began shooting his load into my mouth as I took him in fully. The cock in my pussy exploded, sending burst after burst of his hot semen deep into my waiting cunt. I swallowed the make-believe load in my mouth and milked the last drops of jizz from the prick in my pussy. I turned my head to face my third assailant. He shot several ropes of thick white cum onto my face with a groan as he came, and then, my orgasm was over.

I sat there for a second, catching my breath and recovering, my fabricated fucking complete and my body satisfied. I picked up my suit, put it on, and walked into the house. Lucy and Caleb were sitting at the kitchen table.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know you guys were up yet!"

They were dressed in sleepwear, shorts, and T-shirts, obviously having just awakened and come downstairs.

Our son Caleb was about a hundred seventy-five pounds, about five foot eleven, had a slender build, and had light skin that needed a sunburn at least once before any tan would set in. With black hair and piercing blue eyes, he looked a lot like his father. He was sitting at the table, looking a little tired, Cheerios in front of him, eating them right from the box.

Our younger daughter Lucy was five foot four, maybe a hundred and ten pounds, with long blonde hair and soft brown eyes. Her skin was naturally a light brown but had grown darker from laying out.

"Hi, Mom!" Lucy said. " We heard the car leave and thought you and Dad both went somewhere. If we'd known you were out there, we would have joined you."

Well, good thing that didn't happen, I thought.

"Your father had to return to the city for business. He said he'd be back tomorrow afternoon," I explained. "Do you want to go into town with me?"

Caleb glanced up at me.

"Sure, I don't have anything until later tonight. How about you, Lucy?"

"I'm game, I guess," Lucy answered.

Great, we will leave in about an hour then." I suggested.

"Sounds good, Mom," Lucy replied, walking over and climbing the stairs.

Caleb lingered for another minute, cramming his mouth full of cereal a few more times before sealing the bag, closing the box, and putting it away in the pantry.

"You know, they make bowls, honey," I laughed.

"They do?" Caleb said, sarcasm evident as he gave me a thumbs-up and headed upstairs.

I went into the first-floor master and began looking at my options clothing-wise. There were several sun dresses, a collection of shirts ranging from tank tops to T-shirts, and some more age-appropriate summer blouses. I retrieved a white lacy bra and panty set from the dresser. Then, a white tank and a pair of blue shorts with sandals. The top hugged me in all the right places, and the shorts weren't too short. It felt comfortable without revealing too much.

I walked out to the kitchen and outside to the deck and looked over at the chair, the scene of my earlier crime. Reflecting on the pounding I took from the three mythical construction workers, it wasn't something I saw myself ever doing. It was controllable and could be whatever I wanted without any risks. But I couldn't help but wonder. It could be more.

Just then, the sound of voices brought me back to reality.

"Mom, we're ready!" my son called inside the house. I went back to where Lucy and Caleb were waiting for me.

Caleb wore a pair of white shorts and a Celtics basketball jersey and untied sneakers with ankle socks.

His sister wore a white tube top, ripped-up blue jean shorts, and a pair of sandals. She had a nice pair of tits and liked to show them off, much to her father's dismay. They were bigger than mine, a big C cup or a D from the bras in the laundry. I wished my boobs were that nice when I was her age.

"Alright, let's go!" I said.

We made our way out to the car and climbed in.

"I'll have to get gas while we are in town. I'm almost empty," Caleb noted as he climbed behind the wheel. I sat next to him with Lucy in the back.

My son's car, a silver Toyota Camry eight years old, was nothing to write home about. We gave it to him when we bought a new car. It was reliable, dependable, and, best of all, free.

We drove down to the town, parked in one of the lots, and walked around. We went to several stores, window-shopped a few others, and had lunch at a small cafe on the water. While we were eating, Caleb got a text.

"Lucy, Kevin, and Shelly are at The Docksider with others."

"Cool!" Lucy replied, her interest peaked.

The Docksider was a bar about five minutes on the other side of town from our house, frequented by the younger crowd. There were usually a lot of boats tied together in front of it, kids jumping into the lake, cannonballing after too many shots, loud music, etc. That was different from how I saw my day going.

"Let me guess," I said, sensing the excitement in both voices. "You want to hang out with your friends?"

Caleb glanced at me, shrugging his shoulders with a sheepish grin.

"Well, could we at least stop by and see what's happening?"

I looked over at Lucy.

"You too, Lucy?"

"It sounds like it could be fun," she replied, downplaying her excitement.

I looked from one of them to the other. They were young, on vacation, and just wanted a good time. Who was I to deny them?

"I'll take the car, drop you two off, and head back to the house. Call me when you want me to pick you up. Deal?"

"Thanks, Mom," Caleb said, standing up and kissing my cheek.

"Let's go then," I said as I got up, motioning toward the car.

Lucy also stood up and grabbed her purse, slipping the strap over her shoulder.

"Thanks, Mom."

I paid the bill, and we walked over to the car. Jumping in, with me behind the wheel this time, we drove the short distance to the bar.

Pulling up in front, it was exactly the scene I had envisioned. The kids jumped out of the car, and Caleb stopped at my window, and lowering it, I glanced up at him.

"You sure you don't want to stay?" my son asked.

He was being polite. The last thing they wanted was for their mom to hang out with them and their friends.

"I'm good!" I said with a laugh. "Call me when you're ready to leave, and Lucy, take it easy on the drinking!"

Lucy had no trouble getting served at most of the places in town. I knew the game and had played it at that age too. She was a pretty girl. A little cleavage and a smile or two, and the drinks flowed. Her father didn't approve of it, but Mom was a little more lenient.

I eased my foot off the brake, turning onto the road and heading back in the direction of town.

I drove along Lake Drive back through town. I could lay out, work on my tan, relax, and get in a little "me" time. It would be a few hours at least before the kids called. Then, the gas light came on.

Shit! Caleb had mentioned that he needed gas. Another block ahead was a little gas station that also served as one of the auto repair shops for the town. I pulled in and stopped at one of the pumps.

The neat thing about this place was it was full-service, unlike the Quick Mart on the other side of town. When you pulled in, someone came out, pumped your gas, checked the oil and tire pressure, and even cleaned your windshield. It was a throwback, to be sure, but welcome in these times when everything was self-serve.

I opened my car door to get out and was immediately approached by a tall, thin, red-haired man with green eyes who looked to be in his mid to late twenties. He was wearing a pair of dark blue coveralls and tan work boots. The name tag on his uniform read "Rob."

"Afternoon, Ma'am. Fill'er up?

"Yes, please, eighty-seven," I replied, referring to the grade of gas, something I'm sure he already knew. "I need to get a bottle of water. I'll be right back."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, opening the gas door and removing the cap.

"Thank you!" I replied.

I stepped over to the glass door, opened it, and went inside. It was a small store with three or four aisles of snacks and other items you would expect to find. Glass coolers lined the far wall filled with various drinks. There was a door with the word "Office" past the counter on the far side.