Two weeks had passed since my wife, and I had moved into her sister's house. The move from Florida to Texas was a big one, but so far it had paid off. Hope had got me a job with one of the contractors that fixed up the houses for her properties. The pay was good, and it felt good to be using my hands to work again.
Desiree was doing great at Gary's firm, she was already on the list to get promoted. Things were looking like they were falling into place, except for one thing. The relationship between Gary and I had hit a brick wall. I had caught him on the phone with one of his friends, he didn't know I was behind him, and he called me the N-word, stating that he couldn't believe his sister in law was dating one of us, and how lazy I was around the house.
The moment I heard, I confronted him about it. He denied it, of course, saying I was hearing things, but he later invited me to the garage to have a "talk," what he said in that garage made my blood boil, he offered to pay me off, giving me an offer of a large amount of money to walk away. When I told my wife and his sister, he didn't deny it and stated that a real man wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble that he needed to be bailed out by his wife's sister.
Tensions ran high in the house for a good three days before it died down. Gary and I avoided each other as much as possible, which was surprisingly smooth in a house of this size. Desiree was another problem that I would have to face. She had started to like this house and wanted one of her own, she had already decided that she didn't want to move out as soon as possible but wait until we could buy a house then rent it out to build money so we could afford something like it.
I thought she was out of her mind. It would take years for us to afford anything close to any of the houses in the community. Even the cookie-cutter homes in the front were mind-blowing expensive. Every time I tried to convince her that she was thinking too big, she would push it even further.
Hope was on my side for most of the arguments. She tried to tell her sister that it had taken years for Gary and her to build up the wealth they had now. Gary, on the other hand, was convincing Desiree otherwise, he told her smart investing would yield her the money she needed to buy whatever she wanted as long as she was smart.
On other fronts, it was harder than ever not to think about Hope sexually. Her body was all I could think about on most days. Especially days like today, when she had the day off. She walked around the house with black sports shorts that barely covered her supple ass, a tight crop top that showed off her stomach, her enormous boobs threatened to destroy the fabric of any shirt that she put on. The finisher was her whale tail.
I didn't even know there was a word for the thong lines that appeared above the pants line, but one of my new co-workers had said it out loud at a passer-by, the name fits as the thong lines did look like a whale's tail as it went back into the water.
"You coming with me today?" Hope said, bringing me back to reality.
"Of course," I said as I looked at her stretch. She placed one foot on the back of the couch and then leaned forward, touching the tips of her toes.
'Damn, she's flexible,' I thought as she repeated the action with the other foot.
"Okay, we are leaving," Hope shouted.
I had volunteered to go on one of Hope's runs through the local park. She had said there was a path through the large park area that really made her sweat. Since I had started to work out every day, I felt it necessary to add more to my cardio routine.
The run started from the house and weaved into the park and out of the community. I followed close by and was surprised that I was keeping a brisk pace. We passed onlookers that saw Hope with her bouncing chest and her blonde ponytail prancing back and forth. It was funny to see most of the men that we came across either bump into something or literally fall as they tripped over their own legs.
"Okay, here we go," Hope said as she turned off of the paved path and up through a row of trees.
The path turned to rocks and stones and dirt. Most of it was uphill, she was right; it did work up a sweat. I was positively dripping with sweat. My shirt was soaked through, it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
"We can rest up ahead," Hope said, I knew she was feeling sorry for me. I had fallen behind her, the main reason was that I was out of shape. The other was because the view from behind was just as good as the view from the front. Hope's ass was a sight to see in the tight shorts.
"Here," Hope said as we got onto a paved path with a bridge going over a small river.
We sat down on a bench, and it felt good to catch my breath. I drank some of the water I had carried with me. "Gary didn't make it this far," Hope said as she looked at me. "He sat down halfway up the last hill," she laughed. "He wanted me to get the car because he couldn't walk another step."
"Doesn't surprise me," I shrugged. "He doesn't look like the athletic type."
"Book smart, yes definitely," Hope nodded as she drank some of her water. "Street smart, no definitely not, he would probably get his ass torn apart if he hung around some of the people I had to work with daily."
"Your people? Imagine him hanging around on the worksite with me?" I laughed.
"He would make good foundation support," Hope nodded.
"At the least," I responded.
"I am sorry about the comment he made," Hope said as she turned to look at me. "I am glad that you two are here, it has made the past two weeks more enjoyable than my life has been in many months."
"I have to say, other than that one bad note it has been a pleasure to be out here," I nodded. "It was definitely a good move."
"May I ask you something," Hope turned to look at me. "And be honest?"
"Of course," I nodded back at her.
"Are they too big?" Hope said as she stuck out her chest. The tight black fabric of her top was stretched over her ample bosom and seemed to be on the verge of bursting open.
"No," I said, taking a good view of her chest.
"You're not just saying that because you're a boob guy?" Hope asked as she smiled at me.
"Most likely," I admitted. "But isn't that the reason you got them?"
"Want me to be totally honest?" Hope replied.
"Absolutely," I responded.
"Tit Fucking," Hope shrugged as she looked away. "After Gary had bought the car, I really wanted to buy some expensive furniture I had my eye on. I went into the showroom of my regular place that I often use to show off houses. I couldn't find Janice, the lady that holds all my furniture. I found her in the backroom on her knees with one of the movers plowing away at her chest as she held them up for him."
I looked at Hope who was smiling as if she was reliving the memory. "They didn't even know I was there, she held them so tight against him I could only see the head of his dick as it came out the top."
"So, you decided to get big boobs so you could," I said.
"You know what I looked like before," Hope said. "I was barely a B, I always had a nice ass, and I decided to get the front to match."
"Went a tad bit over, don't you think?" I laughed.
"Well, it's the string implants, they make them grow sometimes," Hope nodded.
"So, how was it?" I asked.
"How was what?" Hope asked.
"The first time you tit fucked Gary," I shook my head.
"He wouldn't let me," Hope shook her head. "He said they were too big and they didn't turn him on, in fact, he says they turn him off."
"So you guys haven't," I began to ask.
"Lights off and either from behind or facing away from him," Hope sighed.
"You sure he isn't gay?" I laughed.
"Come on," Hope smiled as she got up. "Better head back."
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It had tried to not to think about what Hope had told me on our run. It had been two days to be exact, and all I could think about was driving my dick between her colossal chest. Today was no different, we were together at one of her houses. The client had wanted someone to write down some of the changes he wanted to be done to the house before he bought it, he was also willing to pay for the changes which would be added to the final cost of the house.
Hope was standing at the island bar in the middle of the kitchen. The client, a large, robust man, was bellowing out ideas as Hope jotted them down. Every once in awhile, she would look back and ask me if it was possible to do, I would answer, and they would go back to what they were doing.
I couldn't stop but stare at Hope's shapely legs as they went up to her tight ass. As if she knew what I was doing, she bent forward leaning against the island. The loud man stopped talking as I am sure his view of her cleavage got a lot better. I am sure that was Hope's plan, I had seen her do it a couple of times. It always had the same effect on every guy she did it too, immediately they would stop talking and begin to stare.
I had a different view, her short skirt rode up an inch more, and I would be able to see everything, but it clung on to her ass and hid the secrets underneath. Hope's favorite colors to wear to work were hot pink like today, cream white, and a dark blue. All of the skirts stopped just at the top of her thighs, all of them came with matching high heels and bag.
"I thought he would never shut up," Hope said as we wave to the guy as he got into his car and drove off.
"This wouldn't take long, most of them are cosmetic," I said, looking over the list.
"Good," Hope said as she turned to me. "When can you guys get started?"
"I will get with Theodore," I said. Theodore was my main boss, I had got in good with him the past few days as one of the others decided to leave and start his own business and be a direct competitor to Theodore. "I am sure he would want someone to start right away,
he can't lose any clients."
"I have used him for all my needs, I have no intention on changing that, you let him know I expect someone to start as soon as possible. Money is not a factor," Hope said as she lowered her sunglasses and walked to her car.
I called Theodore, and he immediately told me to get started. I sent him a list of materials I would need, and since I had most of the tools in my truck, I got started right away.
The day got hotter, and since I had turned off the electricity to the house, I was burning up. "I should have asked him to bring a fan," I smiled as I went outside.
My phone rang, and as I looked at it, I saw the request for a video call with Hope. I answered and saw her.
"Heading back to the house, did you want me to pick you up something?" Hope asked.
"Water," I laughed.
"Yeah, it is hot out today," Hope replied. "Okay, I can do that," she said as if she was looking around to see where she was going.
The view was of her huge tits and her face, mostly barred by her boobs. 'Damn, they are huge,' I thought to myself.
"Okay, anything else?" Hope said as she looked like she was making a turn.
"A fan?" I laughed.
"I don't think any of the big ones will fit in my car," Hope laughed.
"I was joking, water with ice would be fine," I nodded.
"Okay, be there soon," Hope said as she ended the call.
I went back to work, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Hope and what she said and how she dressed. I quickly went into the bathroom and began to take off my pants. The moment I had got into jerking off and getting into a good rhythm. I heard movement outside the door. I leaned forward as soon as I heard the footsteps. I knew it wasn't Theodore as he had already delivered the materials.
"Where are you?" Hope asked.
"Shit," I said to myself. Here I was with my dick in my hand, and the person at fault was outside the door.
"You okay?" Hope asked as she stood outside the door.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I thought I might as well take you out to lunch," Hope said. "That way you can cool off and get something to eat, what do you think?"
'I think you should stop talking,' I thought to myself as my dick throbbed. "That would be nice, I will be right out," I said out loud.
"Looks good so far," Hope said, not moving from her spot. I could see the shadow of her feet under the door.
"Thanks," I said as I shook my head. I couldn't believe how hard I was, she was right outside the door talking to me, and all I wanted to was fuck the hell out of her.
I continued to jerk my cock as she spoke about the crazy day she was having. I nodded and made little comments while stroking my cock faster. I reached for the toilet paper as I came hard. Quickly flush the paper down the toilet, I straightened myself out and went to the door. I stopped at the door as I realized it wasn't completely closed.
Hope wasn't standing behind it when I got out. I turned to look back at the door, and my heart stopped. I closed it just like how it was before, and I noticed something that made me petrified. At the angle, she was standing and with the door slightly opened she could have seen me in the mirror. The mirror faced the toilet, she could have seen everything that I was doing.
"Are you coming," Hope shouted from outside.
"Yeah," I said as I closed the door to the bathroom.
I got in her car and pulled the seat belt across my body. It might have been my imagination, but it looked like Hope had looked at my groin.
"Can you pass me those," Hope said, pointing between my feet at a stack of envelopes.
"Sure," I said it was wishful thinking, just like thinking she had been staring at me in the bathroom.
"I was thinking Mexican, since it is close by," Hope said as she pulled out of the driveway.
The restaurant was more extravagant than I had imagined I thought by the way she had casually told Mexican that it would be a hole in the wall. I felt out of place as the lady looked at me as we walked in. Most of the people inside were dressed smartly, and here I was in blue jeans and a gray shirt drenched in dirt, sweat, and grime.
"Your usual table?" The lady said as she looked at Hope.
"Yes," Hope replied.
"I feel out of place being in a place like this," I whispered to Hope.
"Don't," Hope smiled. "You're a working man, most of these people never worked a hard day in their life."
"Your order has already been placed and will be right out," the lady said as she smiled then walked away.
"Thanks," Hope said as she pushed her seat back.
We were seated in what seemed like a private room, there was no one else around, and the lady closed the doors behind her.
"I took the liberty of ordering ahead of time," Hope smiled as she finally got her seat to where she wanted it.
Even with the seat pushed further back, her chest was still touching the table.
I couldn't stop myself from staring at the deep valley of cleavage in front of me. Hope silently coughed which brought me out of my wonder world.
"Sorry," I said as she looked at me.
"It's perfectly fine," Hope nodded. "If I didn't need to talk to you, I would let you stare all day."
I was shocked to hear that, was she flirting with me, or was it just my imagination. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"You know what I want to talk about," Hope replied.
I shook my head, "No," I said, looking in her face. "She is getting out of line."
Hope wanted to talk about the argument that Desiree and I had a few days ago which led to me leaving our room and sleeping in one of the guest rooms. Since she had started working and making more money than before she had started a nasty habit of rubbing it in my face. Something I was sure Gary was the culprit in starting. Her latest rant made me want to throw the towel in on this marriage.
"She says she didn't mean it the way it had come out," Hope stated as the food was put out in front of us.
I shook my head as I looked at the spread in front of us. There was one thing about Hope that puzzled me. She liked to eat just as much as she liked to exercise, but she never gained a pound, either she had a pocket surgeon that took away all her weight or her metabolism was on constant overdrive.
"All of this?" I said.
"Well," Sandy said as she eyed me through those blue eyes. "You can take some with you back to the house, I am sure you will be hungry again later."
I nodded and started to pile some of the food onto my plate. "Well?" Hope asked as she looked at me.
I had my mouth filled with the most delicious Mexican food I had ever tasted, and that was saying something since I had traveled a lot. "The Enchiladas are amazing!"
"I knew you would like it," Hope giggled as she leaned forward her boob pressed against the table. The top of them were mere inches from her chin. I knew they were fake or enhanced or bolt on's whichever the new phrase was for implants, but sometimes they seemed real. I had seen her on the treadmill, and they seemed to bounce like real ones. Even now pressed against the table, they pushed naturally upward instead of outward or remaining the same. "I have a secret to tell you," Hope said, staring at me.
"Okay," I replied.
"I am glad that the two of you came," Hope nodded. "Things between Gary and I are...." she paused for a moment. "Touchy."
"Divorce touchy or separation touchy?" I asked.
"He cheated on me," Hope let out in one quick sentence.
I sat back and looked at her. Hope nodded her head. "It was a year ago, he was out of town, and he said he made a mistake of drinking too much and one thing led to another, and he ended up sleeping with his assistant."
"I am sorry," I said, reaching out and touching her hand.
"What's worse is that his assistant at the time was..." Hope shook her head and looked at me. She couldn't finish the sentence.
I looked into her eyes and knew the answer right away. "Younger," I stated.
"She could be his daughter, for Christ sake!" Hope shouted.
Gary was like me in his mid-forties. I could never think of being with someone in their twenties, even early thirties was pushing it.
"What made you stick around?" I asked.
"He admitted it, the day after, he told me in the early morning," Hope said. "He transferred his assistant to another one of the accountants and vowed to make it right."
"You believe him?" I asked.
Hope nodded. "He might be an asshole, but he is a man of his word. So far, he hasn't done anything to prove that he would do it again."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I hadn't liked Gary before now I couldn't stand him. "Why tell me?" I asked. "You know..."
"I don't want Desiree and you to fall apart because of simple disagreement," Hope said.
I shrugged. "We always argue," I smiled as I leaned forward. "It's what we do best. You have nothing to worry about, nothing at all."
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I hated that I had lied to Hope. I felt the grime and dirt wash off me as I took a shower. I loved the high pressure from the showerhead it hit my skin hard and felt like it was peeling layers of dirt and dead skin off of me.
The writing was on the wall for Desiree and I. Things had been falling for a while now, ever since I had lost the job and came home. We were two different people now, being apart had made us feel like we were together, especially when I came back for the few days, we would go out, make out and have sex like we were college kids, then I would be gone again. When I came home for the last time, it was different and stayed that way.
Desiree was making more money, and she now felt she didn't need me. I felt her pulling away with every day.
"We need to talk," Desiree said as she entered the bathroom.
I turned the shower off and stepped out. "In here?" I asked as I grabbed a towel.
"I don't want the others to hear," Desiree said as she leaned against the door.
"Okay," I said, wrapping the towel around me.