Wife isn’t at all shy anymore... (Part 3)

Katie was lying gloriously in-wait. (Like a blonde Cleopatra expecting her man servant...)

...Suddenly, there was a fit young man touching my, almost naked, wife. He seemed to be enjoying rubbing his hands all over her back and thighs - and she was responding with very complementary sighs. Yet, it was when he started gently rubbing oil into her beautiful bum that I got really aroused. When he’d finished enjoying my wife’s bottom, he whispered something in her ear and she nodded. He then untied the string of her bikini top and let the ties slip off to each side. “She’s a bit brave”, I thought. But, what was strange, was when she then removed the whole top over her head and dropped it onto the patio. I just couldn’t believe what a sexy little minx she was being? I then heard her say to her hunky and willing adonis, “I promised my husband that I’d keep my top on as there are so many hunky young men around at the moment, but I hate having white lines, you know what I mean? I generally go topless in the garden, but that’s when I can’t be over-looked - it’s probably best not to today?” I could just make out that he said back to her, “Katie, just do what feels natural to you... after all, you’ve got a fantastic body - so why hide it?!”

“Thanks for that, and you’re not so bad yourself”, she sexily answered back. “I’ll tell you, all the guys think you’re absolutely gorgeous.. top totty!”
So with ‘Mr Universe’ back up on the scaffolding she wrapped her arms around the top of her head and appeared to nod off. Because her bikini thong was so small, from my position [with just a string at the back], it looked as if she was completely naked. And that hadn’t gone unnoticed by her adoring audience. 

So maybe she was just teasing ME by saying that she’d let them see her breasts. Then... I had an idea. I rang the house phone wondering whether she would just leap up to answer it without putting her top on. It’d be her perfect excuse to tease to boys big-time.

The phone started ringing in the dining room - and thankfully she heard it. Her next move pleased me enormously. She grabbed her sarong and held it to her chest and ran into the house to answer it. Of course, I rang off just before she got there, [naturally disguising the call so she wouldn’t call me back - which would rather give the game away]. 

She returned a couple of minutes later with the walk-about phone in her hand and she had side-tied her sarong properly around her like a short strapless dress. Of course, because it was made of white cotton lace, it was extremely see-through. So, as she sexily swaggered back, her glorious unrestrained breasts were gently moving from side-to-side. ‘God, she looks amazing!’,I thought.

She poured herself another glass of wine and carefully placed both the glass and the phone on the side table... And then... and then... to my amazement she casually untied the knot of her sarong at the side and let it slip off her breasts, pausing briefly on her erect nipples, and fall to ground... and then she took quite a few seconds before she gracefully returned her lean, fit body to the sun-lounger in her face-down position. The guys were absolutely goggle-eyed and speechless. And I couldn’t believe that ALL of these guys had just seen my wife’s perfect breasts, albeit for just a few memorable seconds. All the same, why did she need to be so deliberate and do that? “She really is a proper little minx after all”, I muttered to myself.

I heard the gaffer call out that ‘tea was up’ and saw the troupe of bronzed adonises descend the scaffolding. Katie glanced up to see the vacant builder’s structure and promptly turned her body over onto her front. She ran her hands through her hair and rested them above her head leaning her head to the side. She pushed her shades to the top of her head and closed her eyes. “Ah... you clever little babe”, I thought. “She’s going to pretend to fall asleep, so when all the boys return, they’ll get uninterrupted views of her statuesque breasts?”.
surprise, surprise... I was correct... Ten minutes later they returned to their working positions [and eight men climbing creaky ladders makes a lot of noise], unsurprisingly, Katie didn’t move a muscle. Yet, I’m sure something would’ve been stirring inside her.

Our young studs were acting like excited school kids as if peeping into the girl’s changing rooms. One guy even got his glasses out for a clearer view!
For a full 15 minutes Katie allowed them all to ogle her naked breasts before feigning a mild awakening, and then made a contrived gesture of placing her arm across her chest to cover herself up. One of the guys said quite loudly, “Ahhh bugger... sadly the show’s over boys!”. Katie looked up at them smiling and quietly said, “Sorry, I must have nodded-off”.

Back came the reply, “With a body like that, you can nod-off as many times as you like, Darling”. Another of the men quickly added, “No need to cover up now Katie as we’ve all been looking at your naked boobs for the last 30 minutes! And we know you hate bikini lines!” Then came her big mistake, she looked up at the boys and said, “It wasn’t that long!” ...how did she know? ...she was asleep - wasn’t she?

She seemed to overlook her error and smiled back at them again... and then slowly and very deliberately slid her arm away from her breasts letting out a little giggle in the process. Then turning towards their view-point, she arched her back, and shouted up to them, “Okay, but as long you don’t mind?”.

The lads reeled back with astonishment and proceeded to let out a little cheer with a wolf-whistle chorus.

I could tell she was loving all of this. She knows she has a great pair of tits, but has never been brave enough to expose them in this crazy manner... until now!
She stood up and wandered back into the house wearing just her white string thong. As she reappeared topless a few minutes later carrying a cool-box they all gave her another soft chorus of whistles. She tried desperately to conceal it, but couldn’t help a little smile to herself. Then another comment came from above, “I think you need some oil on those, Katie! If you need a hand, just ask, okay love?”.
She seemed to ignore the comment at first, but then retorted with, “Actually, a few of you seem to have very red shoulders... Do you want me to give you some of my suntan oil?” One of the guys [I’m sure it was ‘Mr Gorgeous’ - the one she had the hots for], called back with, “You can do us, if one of us can do you?”.

Now, this where her amazingly natural innocence kicks in, because her reply was absolutely mind-blowing! She simply said, “Okay it’s a deal, but don’t you want me to do all of you?” Sniggers all round as you can imagine. Again, she hadn’t realised her sexy double entendre. Or had she?

You’ve never seen four guys descend a ladder quicker. Within seconds they were standing in our garden parading their impressive pecs and six-pack stomachs for my Katie. They were told to line up and turn around in Katie’s very forceful manner. Two had faded jeans on their lower bodies, the other two were wearing cropped shorts. From my perspective, it looked like something straight out of a porn-movie. Anyway, Katie stood up, wearing just her minuscule white thong, and proceeded to rub oil into each of their shoulders taking time to feel their firm muscles. I could see on occasions she was allowing her naked breasts to gently brush against their well-oiled backs. In very hot weather, Katie’s nipples don’t normally get erect, especially when we’re on the beach and she’s sun-bathing topless... BUT today, they appeared to be pointing out the sun!

The boys naturally turned round all gazing at her perfect swaying breasts and said, “Is it our turn to do you now?”
This is the point that I realised her true intentions... her answer was so loaded. “Come round and chill-out with some cold beers when the sun has gone down - And you can do me then...”
“Why would she need sun-tan oil when the sun has gone down?” I pondered.

I think the guys were getting the gist as well as they raised their eyebrows almost in unison. And then quickly said, “We’re knocking off in about half and hour anyway, so you’d better line ‘em up gorgeous!”
“Okay, but wait a mo, I need to call my husband first... um... because he’s staying Nottingham tonight.” I could see them rubbing their hands together with glee. Then suddenly... “Shit!” I thought.”She’s going to ring me!”, I ran to the path and ran down it. I had to be as far away as possible from the house so she wouldn’t hear my mobile ring.

It rang. It was Katie. I answered immediately. “Hiya!” I said quietly. “Hi darling, you okay?” she said. “Yeah, I’m fine... on my way to Nottingham... are you alright? Naked in bed with six hunky men I suppose?” I said jokingly. “Don’t be silly, I’m doing the laundry. The hunky men will come later!” teasingly giggling back.
“Okay... you little minx... have fun. I’ll call you later after the meeting has ended, bye!”

She’d done it again! ‘The hunky men will come later?’ yeah... and I wonder where? You horny thing! And you made a point of telling them that I was away in Nottingham for the night. Obvious or what? 

I turned my phone off for fear of other calls and quietly walked back to my vantage point. She was still inside the house. I could see her profile in the floor to ceiling bathroom windows. They are frosted, but we normally close the oak Venetian blinds whilst taking a shower. Today not... it seems? I don’t think the men had noticed her as it was at a pretty obtuse angle from their line of sight.

Anyway, after about ten minutes she returned. She was now wearing her floaty white cotton dress. It’s a real favourite of mine because it’s very short and extremely diaphanous. It has an open-back, loosely laced-up with white shoe-strings and a similarly revealing affair at the front. In fact, on this occasion it was even more see-through than normal, as her body was still wet from the shower. It clung to each perfect curve and each exquisite breast like a sheet of tissue paper would to a chilled bottle of wine. She was carrying a huge bowl of ice encrusted with beer bottles - and strangely, what seemed like a bottle of Champagne.

“Come on boys! It’s chill-out time!”, she announced. With that, it was tools down and then down the ladder in under two minutes.
Suddenly five bronzed hunks were standing over my wife. Their shirts off; their muscles glistening and their eyes firmly focussed on Katie’s fabulous body.

She handed the cold beers round and the tops were flipped without waiting for the bottle-opener. “Oooh, you’re the original big strong boys, aren’t you?” Katie cooed at them. With no hesitation, one of them stated, “He’s the biggest...” pointing at ‘Mr Gorgeous’. Katie’s head sunk into her shoulders and she looked up mouthing, “I thought you might be...” Looking at the guy who pointed, she said, “Exactly how big is he..?” I could just see that he made a ‘fisherman type’ of gesture. 

“Anyway sexy, how come you’ve put a dress on?” one of them enquired. She went on to explain that too much sun makes her a bit sore, and that she would usually rub-in some after-sun at this stage.
‘Mr Gorgeous looking’ then said, “Allow us to assist you... after all, we’d hate you to feel sore tomorrow morning, wouldn’t we guys..?” 

Katie was in her element as she continued to play the tease with these guys. I could hear her explaining that it would mean she’d need to remove her dress for them if they were going to properly cover her in the After-Sun lotion - and that, she was only wearing a very small g-string underneath. One of them immediately said, “It can’t be smaller than your bikini bottoms, so why don’t you just stand up and let us get started?”

“Huh!” she chuffed, “You wanna bet?” With that, she stood up holding her empty glass and the bottle of After-Sun and asked one of them to pop the cork on the champagne and pour. She took two very big sips from her glass and put her arms above her head. She must have muttered something at this point because three of them immediately encircled her and started undoing the shoe-string ties of her dress. While one was un-lacing her back another was applying the white cream to any exposed areas.

I couldn’t help being extremely aroused at this sight, and kept wondering whether she would actually let them rub the After-Sun cream over her breasts... I know she’s always been a huge tease, so I assumed she’d be a real bitch and spoil their fun right at the last moment.

I didn’t have to wait for long - I needed to shift my position slightly because one the guys was blocking my view. And Christ! My next sight was awesome... seeing Katie’s now un-tied dress slowly glide down her sensational body making a sculpted puddle of white cotton at her feet. ‘God, she looks amazing!’, I thought. And she wasn’t joking about the size of her panties either! Her ‘g-string’ was no more than a 3” equilateral cotton triangle with similar shoe-string sides to her dress. ‘Huh... another new purchase..?’ I mused.

I really didn’t think Katie would ever go this far for real. Here I am watching my wife standing with her hands in her hair allowing a group of men run their hands all over her body. And yes..! after coating and rubbing it in to her stomach they moved up and then paid special attention to her breasts. They took it in turns to stand behind her and cup her beautiful boobs in their hands. I had never seen her nipples so hard! It was also obvious that her legs were getting wider apart the higher they stroked her inner thighs. She began making quite loud sighs of enjoyment whenever they got close to her pussy. I kept saying to myself, “She won’t let them remove her knickers... I know she won’t... she just won’t”
"She won't... will she??"

Then my heart sank....

To be continued...