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My husband thought it would be better if I worked at home.
He said the reason he didn't want me on job sites was out of fear for my 
safty. Afraid I would be injured by an inexperienced worker running a big 
machine, he didn't need that stress in his life.
We decided not to start a family until we could contribute more time away 
from the business. Working at home, I would end up spending alot of time by 
myself as far as he knew.
When we met, he was crew-chief for a major construction company, he created 
his own business and became successful in a short period of time. We met at a 
bank a few years back, he was cashing a check for one of his crew men, I 
struck up a conversation with him and we have been together since.
I was working as a secretary for one of his competitors but quit my job, the 
day after we met to work for him. I found him attractive, kind, patient and 
knew he made money hand over fist.
He hired me to spy on his workers at job sites while he was not there, to 
make sure they working on schedule. Of course, I had to walk around the sites 
and look for certian things, discuss the needs of the workers so the job ran 
as planned. I knew exactly what to do.
It would be safe to call this story a confession of sorts, I performed acts 
that may be considered disrespectful towards my husband. If he ever found out 
about them, he would leave without hesitation.
Although, I don't believe my acts of unselfishness should be deemed "bad", or 
"wrong", if I make the employees happy, shouldn't that be an asset to the 
company? 
It started when my husband asked me to report to a worksite and keep an eye 
out for the men who were not doing their jobs. 
I arrived early at the worksite that morning and watched the men pile out of 
the van. They looked like big pieces of candy being poured onto a gravel 
road. I planned to screw every man that stepped out of that vehicle without 
my husband finding out. I knew they would cooperate.
It took the men about an hour to set up, all the while I strutted and flirted 
with them deciding which one would get it first. I followed one of them, a 
slow moving fat man, down to the bottom level of the house. I knew we would 
be alone and I made my first move.
The machines were loud and someone had music blasting, so I figured nobody 
would hear anything. All I did was pull my pants down below my knees and bend 
over in front of him. The fact that he was fat and ugly made me positive his 
tool belt would fall quickly to the ground. He was not as fast as I thought 
he would be, so I had to wiggle myself in front of him for a few seconds 
before he grabbed my hips and screwed me against the concrete wall. We were 
interrupted by another worker, who gasped in shock until I quickly informed 
him he was next.
When the fat one finished the other one started. He was loud and grunted, 
attracting curious workers downstairs. I kicked off my pants to take a third 
and ended up spreding my legs on top of a pile of lumber.  Two others were 
waiting in line. The fourth one was raging and took the longest, after 
ramming me hard on the lumber, he carried me to the steps so his buddies 
could get a better view. With three men on me at once, they started taking 
off my shirt and I was naked on the stairs. It was awkward because my feet 
kept slipping on sawdust. 
After the fourth was finished, his two buddies almost argued about who was 
next. They resolved their difference by deciding to take me at the same time. 
They each took one of my legs, lifted my body to reach the desired position 
and one stuck himself inside me while the other shoved himself into my ass. 
They pumped me in perfect harmony while the one who had just finished, eased 
his still hard power tool in my mouth to suck him clean. My legs were spred 
wide and my mouth was full, all three men humping me at once. I thought they 
would all come at the same time, but they suddenly stopped and rushed to zip 
their pants and resume working. I got dressed quickly and pretended to be 
busy as well.
One of the lead workers arrived late and the guys thought it was my husband 
at the site.
All the men watched as the late arrival bent me over another pile of lumber 
and bang me until he was bored.
I had to leave to meet my husband, otherwise I would have stayed for seconds.
I sucked my husband for two hours that night.
A few days later, at another site, I followed a worker into a portable potty. 
He took a piss and bent me over, he shook the thing so hard it almost tipped 
over. That was smelly, but he didn't mind. When I stepped out, two other 
workers came over to check out the noise. It was a residential area, so I had 
to walk them to the lowest part of the house. It was damp from rain, but I 
found a dry spot on top of a saw horse, lifted my shirt and spred my legs 
wide. One of them started on me while the other unbuttoned my shirt and felt 
me up.
After a few minutes, they switched positions. They were funny because they 
didn't speak english very well and were talking to each other at the same 
time, they giggled like school boys.
I ended up catching something from one of them, or maybe both and couldn't do 
my husband for almost a week. I thought about being more careful.
The men at work never said anything to my husband because I would show up 
every week to do anything they wanted. I was in the habit of bending over saw 
horses and the guys liked it when I took two of them at once. All the men 
brought condoms to work with them, which was very thoughtful.
One of them inserted a cordless drill inside me, without the bit of course 
and ran it. He had me squealing and he was so excited, he came all over the 
tools in his belt. All the nails and bits had to be thrown away, it was so 
funny.
When one of the houses was finished, the crew gathered in the kitchen area 
and I stripped naked for them. They were drinking beer from bottles and one 
of the men lifted me onto a cabinet, spred my legs apart and inserted a 
bottle completely inside me. He pushed it in and out, spreding my legs wider 
so all the guys could see, they cheered like crazy and each time one of them 
finished a beer, they took turns inserting their empty bottle. The men loved 
it so much, they asked me to do it again when they finished the next house.
All my plans to make those men happy were cut short when my husband told me 
he wanted me to work at home. I was really upset and tried to change his 
mind, but he can be so demanding when he has his sights set on something. I 
guess it doesn't matter, as long as he's happy.
 Yesterday, the pool man found the clog in the drain and pumped me for an 
hour before he could fix it, he was young and inexperienced but worked so 
hard. It's not as bad as I make it seem and my husband is happy with his 
work.
 I have to make sure I'm in the shower for when the landscapers arrive this 
afternoon, so this is where the story ends.