Chapter Four
Joanna Gee feared that she was bi-polar. On one hand, she was depressed, ashamed and humiliated at her wanton sexual conduct. The very fact that she was unable to loathe and be disgusted when she thought about what Rick had done to her made her very depressed. And on the other hand, she felt like her body was constantly aroused. She masturbated constantly to images of cocks penetrating her, filling her mouth and spurting their wicked cum inside her cunt. She was almost desperate for sexual release.
She sat at the breakfast bar in her panties and bra. Lately she had begun dressing more and more casual around the house, especially during the day when she was alone. She found a certain pleasure in being semi-naked, undoubtedly a rebellious response to her conservative upbringing.
She was startled when the doorbell rang. She rarely had people come to her house, which was somewhat isolated in the corner of a wooded residential area. She ran to the laundry room, but only her old robe was there. She wrapped it around her body, knowing it was rather short, not even coming down to mid-thigh.
Looking through the keyhole in the front door, she saw two young men in uniforms with patches reading "Fred's plumbing" on the front. She had completely forgotten the appointment she had made to have them work on the basement bathroom.
Pulling the robe tightly around her body, she opened the door. The two men smiled at her pleasantly.
"Hi! I'm sorry, I forgot you were coming…uh, Come in, please" She said, opening the door.
The men brushed by her as they passed. Joanna found herself thinking about what they would look like without clothes on. They were both solid. One seemed to be roughly her age, but the other one looked like he was still in
High School. She was very aware of the fact that only the thin robe was hiding her bra and panties from the two men. And it made her feel wicked, naughty and very excited.
She shut the front door and turned to face the men, continuing to hold her robe closed across the front of her body. She caught the men looking at her long bare legs, and froze for an instant. Wetting her lips, she softly said
"Let me show you the basement."
She had been looking at the young man. He seemed somewhat shy, but he was very good looking. As she started to move to lead them down the hallway, her eyes met those of the older man. She almost gasped at the strong intensity she saw there as he looked at her. He had a half smirk on his face, and
Joanna felt that he knew exactly what she had been thinking.
She blushed with embarrassment, her face growing hot as she passed the man.
She led them to the door to the basement, her body trembling slightly as she padded on bare feet. She turned on the light and led them down the stair.
The basement was a den/bedroom and they were putting some finishing touches to a walk in shower in one corner. She led them to the area. She wanted to get away as fast as possible, for she could feel the tell tale throbbing and swelling in her breasts.
"If you gentlemen need anything, just call." She smiled, avoiding looking into their eyes. However, looking down, she saw that the older man had a bulge in his jeans which was stirring even as she watched. He made no effort to hide it from the pretty housewife.
"Mrs. Gee" he said to her, that irritating smirk still on his face. With difficulty, she pulled her eyes from his crotch and looked him in the face.
He was making no attempt to hide the dark lust in his eyes. "It gets kind of warm doing plumbing work. I was wondering…do you have anything WET you can offer us?"
Joanna was shaken to her core! His crudity and lack of subtlety shocked her, but it also made her pussy lips clench, her body beginning to lubricate. She felt extremely nervous at the mans seeming ease at reading her mind.
He watched her closely and saw what he was looking for. This married bitch was ripe for the taking. He knew if he played his cards right, it would be an afternoon he'd remember for a long time.
Joanna continued to stand there, her mouth moving, but no sound coming out.
Chuckling, the man reached out and took hold of the front of her robe possessively, gently pulling her to his chest. "Well, for the time being, a couple of beers would be nice. Now why don't you be a good little housewife and go get our beers."
Joanna felt nauseous with fear and excitement. She was visibly shaking as she turned and started towards the stairs.
"Oh, and Mrs. Gee" he said. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "You come right back down, you hear."
Her voice shaking, she said "I-I'm going to go put some…some other clothes on. Then I'll bring you your beers."
The man walked towards the trembling young wife. Taking her by the arm, he walked her over to the bottom of the stairs. "Now, Mrs. Gee, you wouldn't want poor Steve over there to pass out from dehydration, would you? You just run and get those beers. We like you just fine in that robe. Course, its probably gonna get hot down here and that robe might be too hot, but we'll worry about that later."
Joanna felt his hand leave her arm and rest on the small of her back.
"Now, I'm just going to stand here and watch you climb those stairs. You go get our beers and bring your cute little ass back down here." His voice took on a menacing quality. "You understand me?"
"Y-Yes…Yes S-Sir!" She stammered as she felt his hand move lower and rub one of her asscheeks lewdly. He then smacked her on her ass. "Hop to it,
Mrs. Gee!" he laughed.
Joanna jumped and quickly climbed the steps, trying to keep her legs together but knowing that the man was getting a good view of her panty clad ass.
When she got to the landing, she pressed herself against the wall. Joanna tried to stop her heart from racing madly. She thought about simply leaving the house, but knew she wouldn't. It was very apparent to her that these men, especially the older one, was aware of her weakness. And yet, Joanna's submissive streak, which Rick had discovered and exploited, had grown over the past two weeks and just the thought of letting this man use her was so exciting she could hardly breathe.
She walked to the kitchen in an almost catatonic state. She put six bottles of cold beer on a tray along with two glasses. She pulled her robe more tightly around her body, knotting the belt. Nervously, she picked up the tray and walked back to the landing to the basement.
Looking down the stairs, she saw the men both standing at the bottom, looking up at her. Joanna knew they were looking up her robe at her legs and panties. Feeling a thrill of wickedness and fear, she went down the steps, trying to ignore the men's hot eyes prying between her legs.
Arriving at the bottom of the steps, she held out the tray and softly said
"Here you are. I-I need to go…go and…go get some work done upstairs."
But neither man took the tray, and she stood there stupidly.
She noticed the small name patch on the older man's shirt read "Karl". The young mans patch read "Steve". Karl took her by her arm and gently pulled her off the bottom step and out into the room. "Oh, I think you can keep us company for a while. Besides, we have a little bit of work for you to do."
Karl took the tray, setting it on a nightstand. He gave the young man one of the beers and he grabbed one as well. Silently, they drank the cold beers as they simply looked Joanna up and down. She was frozen to the spot.
Joanna stood before the two men, her heart continuing to race as she waited to see what would happen to her.
Karl smiled at her walking over to stand in front of the nervously trembling young woman. "Mrs. Gee, working on this shower is going to be kind of messy, and we're probably going to get wet. Now Steve here, he's new…in a lot of ways. And I've told him how some ladies…ladies just like you, are a big help to us. So, you and I are going to show Steve some possibilities. Lets start with you taking my shirt off."