The other night as I was relaxing over my favorite scotch at the neighborhood bar, I heard an interesting conversation. I was on my way from work and had stopped for a brief drink before I headed home to my wife Sally. We are a bit old-fashioned and have an old-fashioned marriage; I work for the money and Sally spends it. I do pretty well so she doesn’t have to work. Instead she stays home and takes care of the cooking and cleaning as well as being involved with the PTA and all of the other things a suburban housewife does during the day. This particular week she wasn’t going to any meetings because we had workmen at the house adding a brick patio to our backyard. So Sally stayed home to make sure the workmen were doing the brick work and not gold bricking.
I was thinking about work so I wasn’t paying much attention to the people around me. Then I heard someone say, “You know all of those stories about bored suburban housewives. I never really believed them until today.” I looked over and saw a rather muscular young man talking to his friends. One of the friends replied, “I tell you, I didn’t either, but I’m a believer now.”
The conversation was confined to four guys. They all looked to be in their late 20s and early 30s. As I listened, it became clear that they were all construction workers who were meeting after work. They had all worked in the area that day. Apparently two of them had just returned from a rather interesting job. I continued to eavesdrop while they described their adventure.
“Yeah,” said one of them, “we arrived at the job site at 8:00 this morning. The lady of the house met us at the door in a rather revealing negligee. I guess her husband had already left for work and she was just lounging around the house.”
“Well, didn’t she know you were arriving to do the work? Why wasn’t she dressed?” said one of the friends.
“I didn’t know why at the time.” the storyteller answered. “Anyway, she was an older woman in her early 40s. A Mrs. Robinson type. Older and a bit plump, but still a knockout. Maybe her husband likes to have her lounge around the house in negligees. I don’t know. At any rate, the negligee was one of those black babydoll types. Her tits were really large and her nipples were pretty obvious through the top.”
“Yeah, we just figured we caught her unexpectedly,” his companion piped in, “she introduced herself as Sally, I think it was, and she pointed out the area where she wanted the patio.”