Getting Everything She Wants

[angelique127]

Sorry just another story about adultry, sin and wicked naughty sex. Of course, I'll be playing a weathly, spoiled, and attractive trophy wife, as usual.


Monique Lynn Anderson was used to getting what she wanted. Blame it on her father, if you must, who had spoiled her since she was a little girl. Educated in a private school in Savannah, Georgia, she was popular, always the best dressed in fine designer clothes, and well mannered in public, if not flirtatious. Besides shopping, her favorite pastime was boys, and they were crazy about her too, most likely because of her stunning, good looks. She had long, chestnut hair and pretty brown eyes, and one couldn't help but notice her ample, full breasts, along with the other assets, long legs, slim waist and firm butte. All Monique had to do was smile and bat her long eyelashes at a male, and he would do anything she wanted him too...not that she was a bad girl, quite the opposite, she was a virgin on her wedding night.

Monique had just graduated, when she fell head over heels in love. His name was Gabe Anderson, and he was a few years older than she. He had studied law, but worked in the sucessful family business and came from old, family money. This was very important, of course, because Monique planned to keep on living the luxurious lifestle she was accustomed too.

The honeymoon was spent on an exotic and exclusive island in the Bahama's. Needless to say, while no expence was spared on food or wine, Gabe was far less intimate, and their lovemaking left something to be desired, sort of speak. They only made love twice, and both times rather quickly. Monique hoped that over time, their lackluster love life would improve.

But once back home, Gabe had to work ten hour days to provide for his wife. True, they had a vacation home in Palm Beach, but they spent very little time there. As time passed, Gabe's health seemed to suffer, he lost weight due to the stress he was constantly under. Monique, on the other hand, thrived. They had been married about three years, she was twenty-five, when they purchased an old, former plantation estate in Savannah. Monique wasn't too impressed with it at first, but she saw the potential in it. She wanted to fix it up, giving the home a makeover and planned to spare no expense. The master bathroom would be first.

This is where the story begins...

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[Black Thunder]

OOC

Hope you don't mind me joining.I'm not the type to type long posts.My posts average around 2 paragraphs.

IC
Marcus Williams
6'3
205 pounds
Black hair brown eyes
Muscular build


Marcus Williams ran his own carpentry firm out of Atlanta.He had lived there all of his life.His father,Gary Williams was a star athlete at Martin Luther King High school and had a brief stint in the NBA.Marcus was an honor student who also exceled in sports.After high school he went to vocational school and played basketball there.After college,with help from loans, he opened his firm.

He was a very handsome man who never ceased to to turn the eye of women.He had a steady grilfriend but she had recently moved away so he really kept to himself.He sat at his desk fiddling with his tie.He balled up a piece of paper and shot it through the plastic hoop above his wastebaket.

"Just like old times"He thought to himself as the phone rang.

 

[makofin]

Justin Mc Finn

a no nonsence type, Justin is an ex convict, glad to have a second chance. At six foot one and 250 pounds of solid, tatooed muscle, from doing nothing but working out in prison, with jet black hair and coal dark eyes, he is the undisputed foreman of his crew. He is a master tile setter, and committed to his job.

I had just finished a big job in Atlanta, working on a three and a half million dollar custom mansion, and was about to go get a beer or two, when Marcus Williams called me into his office.

" Justin, my man, have I gotta job for you. It's up in Savannah, you see, so I guess you'll have to stay up there while your working. I'm gonna put you and the boys up in a motel, outside of town, so you don't go offending all those rich folk, until you're done. Keep in mind, now, this is a specail job, and don't go fucking it up. " Marcus grinned, showing a gold tooth.

Seriously, I couldn't ever recall messing up any job in the last three years. " So ? "

" Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't want to even take this gig, especailly since it's so far north, but this guy's got connections. Real wealthy too. " he paused, leaning forward, " but, it's his wife you better steer clear of, iffen you know what I means. "

" And ? " I asked, like this was the first time I ever had to deal with some spoiled rotten, rich bitch.

" You just make sure the boy's behave themselves then. " Marcus dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

By Monday, we had the trucks loaded, the contract ready, and had been issued a warning that Marcus would be coming up there next weekend to check on things. Meanwhile, I thought I had things under control, until I met Mrs. Anderson .

 

[angelique127]

** black thunder, as much as I would enjoy writing with you, I wrote that suggestions or roles were by PM only. Thank you to the other {2 } gentlemen who PMed, and I am sorry if I did not respond yet.


On Monday morning, two pickup trucks pulled up in my circular driveway, filled with four, low life, blue collar men, who were hired by my hubby to re-model my master bathroom, which was upstairs, next to our bedroom, by the way. Little did I know just how much my life was about to be inconvienced !

It was awful, and I had begged Gabe, to let us stay at a hotel while the work was being done. Of course, being the stubborn tightwad he usually was, he refused. I would have to put up with these crude workmen, tracking dirt and dust all over my home, not to mention the noise they made, cursing and swearing, hammering and pounding, it was unbearable, to say the least.

The supervisor, Justin Mc Finn, was polite, but sort of a hard edged, informal man with dreadful tatooes covering his thick, strong, muscled arms. He was slightly fascinating, but a no nonsence type of guy, with a dominating personality. I did demand that he put something down to protect my expensive carpets, and he agreed, doing so.

I tried to ignore the activity, the walls being ripped down, the dump truck tearing up my backyard with tire tracks, men running back and forth, too and fro...and it was virtually impossible ! My privacy was being invaded...and I didn't like it at all.

I decided to go out to lunch with a girlfriend, but before I did , I cornered the foreman, Mr. Justin Mc Finn and asked him just how long all this was going to take to do...

 

[Black Thunder]

Sorry,I'll bow out quietly.

 

[makofin]

Day One

The first day was spent completely tearing apart the old, existing batroom. This meant ripping down the walls around the shower area, and ripping up the old flooring, and such. I won't bore you with all the details, but then we would prep the job, using wonderboard, a waterproof sheet rock, and put in a mixed mud, concrete sub flooring, before starting to set the tile and marble.

And then the problems began. To tell you the truth, I preferr working on brand new custom homes, which were just being built, and no one lived in them yet. I hated working in existing homes, like this one, where the homeowners seemed to always be looking over your shoulder, bitching and complaining, and even telling you how you should do your job.

In this case, the homeowner was drop dead gorgeous. Simply stunning.

Marcus had warned me, and I had to force myself not to stare at her when she introduced herself. Her husband was already gone, so I didn't get to meet him, but I got the feeling Mrs. Anderson would protect his interests in his absence, if you know what I mean. One of her first demands was that we cover the carpets. Being that the bathroom was upstairs on the second floor, this required alot of plastic and drop cloths, more than we had with us. I had to send Marty to buy some more from a local hardware store. Next, she bitched that the dumpster that was delivered by truck, had tore up and damaged the lawn. I assured her that it would be fixed when the job was finished.

Her next request was that I tell my crew not to curse or swear in her house, and she was serious. I managed not to laugh, but couldn't help smirking. Mrs. Anderson also insisted that we make as little of a mess as possible, and clean up at the end of the day. We were only to use the toilet downstairs, next to the laundry room too. She would appreicate if we were finished by six o clock each day. Also, their was too be absolutely no smoking in the house whatsoever. With this being said, she informed me that she was going out to lunch with a friend, and would be back later. She turned to leave, and I got a good look at her shapely ass in that short skirt of hers, when she turned around suddenly, almost catching me. In that sexy southern draw, Monique Anderson told me to be careful, that her husband had installed hidden camera's all over the house.

" Really, why is that ? " I asked, already knowing the answer.

" Why, security reasons Mr. Mc Finn. " she answered over her shoulder.

I couldn't help but wonder if they taped themselves making love sometimes.

 

[angelique127]

the first day...

I could only hope that the warning to the dreadful foreman, that their were hidden camera's about my house would prevent any theft by these low life men who were remodeling our master bathroom, while I was going out to lunch with a girlfriend. In all actuality, their really wasn't any such camera's, we had only installed a simple security system, but I needed to get out of the house, if only for alittle while.

Lunch with my best friend, Barbara, was pleasant enough, although I couldn't help but complain about how cheap hubby could be, not allowing us to stay at a hotel, or go to our vacation home in Palm Beach, while the repairs were being made, and what a mess they were making. Mostly though, we caught up on all the latest gossip, and agreed to meet Thursday to go on a shopping spree.

When I arrived home, around three pm, I managed to stay downstairs, not wanting to go upstairs and see the damage. I even helped Maria, our elderly hispanic maid, slash cook, prepare tonight's meal. Bless her little ol' heart, she tried to cheer me up, sensing my frustration. " Just think how pretty it will be once they are finished." and telling me not to worry, that she would make sure everything was clean before she retired for the evening.

Gabe and I shared a nice, candlelight dinner, but one could hardly call it very romantic. He seemed tired, and not very interested in the day's events. Right after dinner, he said he was going to take a shower, in the guest bedroom of course, and go to bed early, as usual.

Another lonely night by myself, I thought bitterly...

 

[makofin]

Day two

The night before, after we got back to the motel, the crew, Marty, Rick, and Davis invited me to go to a local strip, but I wasn't in the mood to be stuffing my hard earned dollars down some girl's g-string, and paying for overpriced beer. Besides, my probation was over in about six more weeks, and I didn't need no DWI or getting invoved in any bar fights. I grabbed a six pack and a pizza, enjoying the privacy, and sat around watching cable TV. I soon got bored and began thinking about Mrs. Anderson. Damn, she was drop dead gorgeous, and way out of my league. Her husband was rich, and one lucky son of a bitch, and they were probably recording themselves, this very second, with their security camera. Maybe even talking dirty, while doing it. The boys had looked at me like I was crazy when I told them the lady of the house requested that they not use foul language.

Oh well, they would only be here a couple of more days and then go back to Atlanta. I wasn't worried, I fiqured I could handle Mrs. Anderson for a few weeks, at least she was good to look at.


The next morning, after waking them up, and it wasn't easy, I sent Davis to get some concrete and lime. The rest of us headed towards the Anderson's. I was forced to listen to Rick and Marty brag about the wild time they had spending alot of money and not getting nothing in return. I also had to hear them whine about their hangovers. I bought them coffee, and laid out the gameplan for the day. This caused some more bitching.

It was about eight fifteen when we pulled into the drive. We gathered our tools and rang the doorbell. The old cranky maid answered, and told us that Mrs. Anderson demanded we use the garage door from now on, because she didn't want us tracking in mud and dirt. She shut the door in my face, and we heard the garage door open. Entering by this route, we passed a Rolls Royce, and that was when I heard a scrape behind me.

'' Oh shit ! " Marty swore. I turned to see what happened, and saw a big scratch on the shiny fender of the car, caused by the metal level he was carrying. " Sorry. " Marty whispered. Rick snickered, asking him if he knew how much the car was worth. They started argueing over the price. Their was nothing I could do about it now, the damage was done, except get them both away from the vehical and inside before they attracted attention. I could only pray that no one noticed it until we were gone, which was highly unlikely. But I wasn't going to confess and offer to have the car repainted, not if I didn't have too.

Once inside the house, we were told to wipe our feet by the maid. We did as asked, and went upstairs. I just wanted to get as far away from the garage as possible.

 

[angelique127]

the second day...

We did sleep in our bedroom, but this meant that I had to rise early, in order to vacate the room at the ungodly hour of eight am. This, of course wasn't much of a problem for Gabe because he left early every day for the office, but I liked sleeping late. This was only the second day and already I was feeling incovienced. I ate a danish and had coffee on the back patio, next to the pool. The day promised to be unbearably hot, so I decided to work on my tan and relax. Other than that, not very much was on my calender, except avoiding those crude, blue collar workmen, who were tearing up my bathroom.

After reading the newspaper and drinking three cups of coffee, I showered, and put on my favorite bikini. It was a wicked weasel, the one I wore on my honeymoon. Gabe absolutely hated when I wore it, saying it was far too revealing to wear in public, since it was practically transparent when wet. I must admit, it did turn quite a few male heads in the Bahama's, but then alot of the females there, went topless also, or totally nude.

And secretly, I enjoyed the attention.

An hour later, I was relaxing poolside, with my sunglasses on, lathered in lotion, and sipping a Bloody Mary, chatting with my best friend, Barbara, on my cell phone...

 

[makofin]

We were all sweating like crazy, when Marty stopped what he was doing, wiped his brow, and asked me if I thought Mrs. Anderson might allow us to jump in the pool.

" Probably not. " I muttered, going over to the closed window which looked out over the pool and backyard. That was when I saw her, she was lying on a reclining lawn chair, in the sun, wearing a bikini, and her slim body glistened from the suntan oil that covered it.

Damn, she was gorgeous. She was talking on a cellphone, and had what looked to be a fruity, tropical drink, with an umbrella in it, sitting next to her. So this is what the filthy rich do all day long, while us working stiffs bust ass for slave wages. I watched her for a while, and soon she got up and dipped her toe in the cool water. This gave me a good view of her round, perfect ass, hidden only by the barely there bikini. She was a goddess, for Christsake !

" Hey, what are you looking at ? " Marty asked, joining me at the window. " Whoaaaaa. Is she hot or what ! "

This caused Rick to drop his hammer, and push Marty out of the way, so he could get look. " Dude, I'd fuck that for hours ! " he bragged.

" Shit , I would do her for days ! " Marty said.

Rick snorted, " You're so desperate, you would probably do the old maid who works for her. "

I let them watch for awhile and then told them to get back to work.

Fifteen minutes later, I had another problem to deal with. Davis was back with the concrete and the mixxing machine. He asked me where I wanted it placed. Most of the time we set up at the closest point of entry, so we didn't have to carry the heavy buckets as far. In this case it was the back yard, but Mrs. Anderson had been furious yesterday, when we put the dumpster on her prized lawn. I decided to get her permission first. Hopefully I could convince her that the damage would be minimal.

Monique Anderson was still by the pool, talking on her phone. I approached the sunbaked beauty. When I got a few feet away, she held up a finger, as if not wanting me to get too close. She told whoever she was talking to that she had to go, but would call back later. Not wanting to stare, because I could actually see the outline of her pert nipples poking out of the very sheer bikini top, I turned my head, slightly, reminding myself to look at her lovely face.

 

[angelique127]

the morning of the second day, poolside

We were, Barbara and I, chatting on the phone about all the undesirables moving into our exclusive neighborhood...

" I'll bet they all are drug dealers, where else would they get the money to buy that house. " Barbara remarked.

" Or a membership to our little ol' country club. Can you imagine ? "

"Oh, before I forget. I was talking to Anabelle Richardson, remember she is the one that recommended hiring the tile company from Atlanta, the very one's who are working in your bathroom, and she said the foreman was recently released from prison, and is on parole. " Barbara informed me, with a hint of worry.

" You mean the rugged looking one with all the tatooes ? Why, what was he in prison for ? " I asked, concerned.

" She didn't say, but be careful, they might try to rob you blind. "

" Or worse." I mumbled, my imagination already seeing myself beaten, raped and killed...a chill passed throughout my body at the thought. Just then, I saw the big foreman step out onto the patio...

" Speaking of the devil, here he comes now ! " I whispered into the phone.

" Don't hang up, I'll stay on the line. "

The big foreman came closer, apparently wanting to speak to me. Feeling vurnable in my little ol' bikini, I signaled him to wait..." Barbara, I better go, I'll call you back later. " I heard her warn me to be careful, before I disconnected.

Perhaps, I am over-reacting... " Can I help you, sir ? " I asked politely.

He had stopped a few feet away. The foreman started to explain that they needed to set up some kind of cement machine in my back yard, preferrably on the patio. In other words, they would be making a mess, not only in my house, but of my beautifully maintained back yard also. Not to mention, invading my privacy while I sat beside my pool.

Letting my irratation show, I said, " Very well, do what you have too do, just hurry up and get this job finished as soon as possible. "

With that said, I stood up, wrapped my sarong around my waist and grabbed my things and stalked off into the house. I did not intend to let these lowlife convicts see me parading around almost naked, wearing only a bikini. Their was no telling what they were capable of...

 

[makofin]

day two

We set up the cement mixer, putting a big tarp underneath it to protect the lawn. However, we could do nothing about the tire tracks from the truck when we pulled the machine behind the house. Fortunately, for us, we didn't see Mrs. Anderson for the rest of the day, so I didn't have to hear her complaints. This job was a nightmare already, I had to constantly remind the boys not to curse, clean up after themselves, and turn the radio down. They were sweating, the master bath was like a sauna, adding to everyone's misery. To make matters worse, I prayed that Mrs. Anderson didn't notice the scratch on her car. I knew that sooner or later she would, and the shit would hit the fan.

All day, as we worked, I couldn't get the image of Monique out of my head, wearing that bikini. She was a goddess, but she was a total bitch. The kind of woman you wanted to bend over your knee, and spank, before you fucked her. Or maybe spend an hour eatting her pussy first, on your knees, worshipping her. The fact that she was married, only made it more of a challenge, but I was nobody's fool, Monique Anderson wouldn't give me the time of day. No, she was way out of my league.

We knocked off about five thirty, and I was looking forward to getting back to the motel and downing some cold beer. I had to report in to the boss, Marcus, by phone, and let him know how things were going. Despite the minor setbacks, we were making progress.

 

[angelique127]

Another queit evening

We ate a rather late dinner, which wasn't unusual these days. Gabe often worked late. If he only paid as much attention to me, as he did to his career, my life might seem more fulfilled... I shouldn't complain, though, I had everything a girl could want, except, of course, a fantastic and attentive lover. My husband's lovemaking skills left alot to be desired.

Our conversation turned to the day's events. I bitched about the remodeling of the bathroom, the dreadful construction crew, and what an inconvience this was. My biggest complaint centered on the destruction of our manicured lawn, how the truck tires tore up the grass, and what an eyesore the dumpster was. Gabe didn't say anything, he just nodded, and I wondered if he was even listening...

" But I did get to lie out by the pool today, and work on my tan. I wore that little ol wicked weasel...you know, the one you say is too revealing. "

That got his attention, because he looked directly at me. " You mean you wore that thing in front of those men ? "

" Why yes, darling...would you prefer me to sunbathe in the nude ? " I asked innocently.

' For your information, sweetheart, that bikini shows off more than it hides. I can't believe my wife likes to parade around half naked for a bunch of construction workers ! "

I had hoped for a reaction from him, but I wasn't prepared for such an angry one..." For your information, dear, I wasn't doing anything wrong, would you rather that I be out spending your hard earned money on a shopping spree ? "

" Can we talk about this later ? " Gabe blurted, throwing his napkin on the table in disgust, leaving his meal unfinished, and stalking off to the quest bedroom. Honestly, I could have cared less, wanting to avoid further arguement. Thank God, I didn't mention the foreman was probably a convict...


Later that evening, as Gabe snored down in the quest bedroom, I opened the the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and removed my device. Lately, I had been forced to resort to this naughty behavior more than usual...since hubby hadn't bothered to touch me in at least two weeks or more. Tonight, my fantasy man had a face, instead of just broad, powerful shoulders and hard muscled arms. Turning the vibrater on, I moved it across the top of my trimmed mound, parted my legs, and closed my eyes...

I was lying on the lounge chair, beside the pool, just like this afternoon, wearing that bikini my husband hated...when Justin approached and suggested that I might need a little lotion applied to my skin for protection. He volunteered to do so. I was about to refuse his offer, but at the last minute decided to let him...despite my better judgement. He made me sit up and started massaging the warm and scented oil into my shoulders. The rather hunky foreman's hands were rough but strong...he was sitting behind me, when I felt something touch my thigh...I realized immediately that Justin's cock was rock hard ...and very big !

the humming device moved downwards, like it had a mind of it's own, brushing over my pussy lips, but not penetrating yet...

the foreman's rough, callused hands boldy carressed my nipples...making them stiff. I begged him to stop, saying that I was married, and that he shouldn't be doing this to me, but he just pushed me down while forcing me onto my back. Justin ordered me to spread my legs...

I spread my legs wide open, and inserted the device into my now dripping, hot pussy...letting it work it's magic ! In my fantasy, the foreman stood up and stepped out of his shorts, his proud and massive cock standing at attention. I was greedy, and wanted to suck it first, but he mounted me instead, taking control, and giving me what I so desperately craved....

 

[makofin]

day three

Things were getting better.

Being the first to climb the stairs, the others were still outside unpacking a pallet containing boxes of marble, I was greeted by Mrs. Anderson. She was wearing a robe and had a towel wrapped around her head, having taken a morning shower in the guest bath, I would have guessed. What took me by surprise is she actually smiled, or was it a blush, I wondered. Anyhow, Monique said good morning and hurried down the stairs. I caught a whiff of her scented soap as she passed.

We spent the rest of the morning working, finishing the sub flooring and prepping the walls. Tomorrow, the boys would go back to Atlanta, except for Marty, he would stay to help. Several times he had gone to the window to see if Mrs. Anderson was by the pool again, wearing her bikini.

" She is alot better looking than those dancers at the titty bar." Marty commented, dissappointed that she wasn't out there today. I couldn't blame him, for Monique Anderson had been on my mind, and had disturbed my sleep last night. Visions of her prancing around in heels, almost naked, showing off that fantastic body of her's.

Later, I went downstairs to go to the restroom, the only one we were allowed to use, and the old black maid was working in the kitchen. " Are you looking for Mrs. Anderson, because if you are, she went shopping. " I told her that I wasn't, and frowned, hoping that she wouldn't notice the scratch on the fender of the Rolls Royce. I locked the door behind me, and when I turned towards the toilet, I saw a pair of pink silk panties lying on the sink.

What are those doing there ?

I knew that they had to be her's. Unable to resist, I picked up the panties and held them to my nose. I inhaled the musky fragrance of the worn materail. Just then, I heard voices through the door, and quickly shoved them into my pocket.

 

[angelique127]

I was in a good mood, as usual, after going on a shopping spree and spending a small fortune. Although I had purchased an adorable gown that I couln't wait to wear to the upcoming charity benefit, the main reason I went shopping was to buy some new, hot lingerie, in order to spice up our lackluster love life, something to get my hubby's undivided attention. It was no secret, lately, that I was feeling all hot and bothered, and needing some attention myself. I was willing to try anything, and hoped that my sexy new items might do the trick...

I was speaking with Greta, the maid, in the kitchen, suggesting that she prepare shrimp scampi and lobster tail for this evening's dinner, because it was my husband's favorite, when I heard the toilet flush. The foreman, Justin Mc Finn stepped out of the powder room.

" Oh, excuse me, you startled me... I didn't know you were in there. " I blushed upon seeing him. Here was the man, up close, who was the subject of last night's fantasy. I had to admit, despite him being a common, blue collar tilesetter, he was quite good looking, in a rough, rugged sort of way. Not to mention dangerous, considering he was most likely a former convict. Suddenly, it occured to me, that I had left my nightgown and a pair of my panties in the very same room this morning, being in a hurry to change...

He mumbled an apology, and went back upstairs.

" Has anyone else used the powder room this morning ? '' I asked Greta, once he was gone.

" Why no, I don't think so ma'am. I thought you said that that was the only restroom they were to use. "

Curious, I entered the room. My nightgown was there, hanging on the wall, but my panties were no where to be found. Why would he want my worn panties ? I wondered. If only my own husband took such an interest ! Whatever, I was not about to go up there and confront him about it, demanding that he give them back. He could keep them as far as I was concerned...

 

[makofin]

When I came out of the restroom Mrs. Anderson was standing talking to the maid. I must have surprised her because she excused herself and said she didn't know that I was in there.

" Sorry. " I avoided meeting her eyes, and walked past her. Feeling foolish, I regretted taking her panties, I mean, what was I going to do with them anyway ? And what if she discovered they were missing ? I decided to put the scented panties back the next time I visited the restroom.

I found it hard to concentrate on my job. Mrs. Monique Anderson was constantly on my mind. Never before had a woman had this effect on me. She was beautiful, easy on the eyes, and had a fantastic body but their was just something about her that I found irresistable. Maybe it was because she was unattainable, and married. The fact that she came across as a stuck up, spoiled brat may have had something to do with it, too. I've always been attracted to females with bitchy attitudes.

We knocked off early. I never did remember to put Monique's panties back.

 

[angelique127]

Wednesday evening

" My gosh, don't you look ...formal. " Gabe replied, sitting down at the table, in the candlelit dining room.

" Thank you, but since you hardly ever take me out to dinner, I thought we could pretend. " I retorted.

Silently, I warned myself to be careful, not wishing to push him too far by exploiting his shortcomings and risk ruining the romantic evening already. The last thing I wanted was an arguement, after spending hours doing my hair and make-up. I was dressed in my new gown with a slit up the side, which showed a hint of stockings. He couldn't see what I was wearing underneath, of course...

" Perhaps, if I'm not too tired, we could go out to your favorite restaurant on Saturday. Does that sound good ? " Gabe suggested.

" That's fine. " I commented, knowing better than to look forward to it. I took a sip of wine, eyeing him from across the table, as he loosened his silk tie...

" So, how was your day ? " he asked, taking a bite of his salad.

" Boring. Although, I did go shopping. " I confessed.

" You mean you didn't lie beside the pool, showing off for those workmen ! "

My God, he was still upset about that ! I thought, amazed.

" Oh honey, don't be silly... it was absolutely harmless. How do you know they were even watching me ? And even if they were, it wasn't like I was parading around naked. " I insisted.

Gabe wiped his mouth with his napkin. " The point being, sweetheart, is...that you like it when other men admire you. "

" There is nothing wrong with being admired from afar. " I defended myself, getting up to get the main course from the kitchen. As I prepared the pre-cooked scampi, I got the feeling that my husband wasn't really too upset about my behavior, and just maybe, I could use this to my advantage !

Smiling, I carried our plates back into the dining room. Placing his in front of him, I bent over and whispered in his ear..." Gabe, darling...if you think your little ol' wife is too naughty, maybe you should 'punish' her ! "

" Monique, what has gotten in to you ? ''

Saying nothing at first, I bent over the table in front of him, my derriere practically in his face and lifted my gown. Gabe coughed, looking quite flustered and unsure of himself.

" Spank me, you fool ! " I demanded, wanting him to take charge for a change...

" Monique, I am not your father ! And furthermore, I refuse to participate in your kinky games. "

Feeling scorned and rejected, if not furious, I turned to face him..." How dare you call me kinky, you..you boring, old wimpy, stuffed shirt. Don't ever try to touch my again, do you understand me ? " I hissed.

Unable to control my temper, I picked up his half empty glass of wine from the table and threw it in his face ! Then I stormed off, locking myself in the bedroom...

 

[makofin]

Thursday

Marty dropped me off at the house in the morning, taking the truck into town to get more thinset. The maid let me in and I went upstairs, ready to get started setting the tile and marble. Mrs. Anderson was no where in sight but I could detect a faint hint of her perfume lingering in the bedroom. I mixed the only bag of thinset, and was down on my hands and knees spreading it out on the subflooring, when sensing a presence, I looked up and there she was, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, wearing a bright red silk robe.

" Good morning, Mrs. Anderson. " I said politely, masking my surprise. She looked great, with her long brown hair slightly tussled. Wisely, I didn't mention this, because Monique Anderson didn't seem the type to leave the house without doing her hair and makeup first.