April Fools Joke or a New Way of Life

by Barneyr

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: A young man falls head over heels for a woman and after two years of marriage she surprises him with an April Fool's encounter he never expected. Some codes are not given to prevent premature exposure of the surprise.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Was I ever surprised last night? I never in my wildest dreams ever figured my wife would be involved with what happened last night! But, maybe I better start at the beginning.

My name is Steve Cummings and I'm currently 24 years old, 5'-11" and weigh about 180. I have been married to my wonderful wife Amy, for almost two years, now. She is now 22, 5'-7" tall and weighs about 125 pounds. She's slim, and trim, and sexy as all get out.

We met at her work, where she's a receptionist at a landscaping company. I was trying to have some work done at my new home. I had decided that I needed to establish myself with a good job, a nice home and nice car before I tried to get into the dating pool. I also wanted to get this done before I finished my Master's.

I come from a family of old and new money. It is a rather staid and conservative group. I received a trust fund inheritance once I reached the age of 21. I had to be in school, or gainfully employed. I had graduated high school at 17, and went straight to college with money from my family. I studied computers, for a computer science degree, with web site design and computer analysis majors. I achieved my Bachelor's degree less than three years later, and started on my Masters before I was 20. I hoped to finish my Masters in a year.

My trust is a stipend of $10,000 per month until the whole ten million is gone. But, with the interest being gained each month, that could be a very long time. At two and a half percent interest, the trust is making more money than I'm getting each month. The other stipulation of the trust is that if I married before I was 25, I would get double that amount, each month. Nice trust fund, huh? Of course, I could claim the whole thing after ten years of marriage, or at least two children, whichever came first.

Not a bad way to start out life is it? Anyway I was working on my Masters in business. I had saved some of my stipend, and put a down payment on a three bedroom home in a fairly nice area in the town of River City. The yard was just grass plugs, and it hadn't had the chance to take off, yet. There was no other real landscaping. No flowers, shrubs or trees on the property. It was soon going to be the rainy season, and I wanted to make sure I didn't lose my nice fill dirt, due to the slope to the street; or the back slope, going away from the house to a 'greenbelt', behind me.

Once I walked into River City Landscaping, I saw Amy, and was really smitten immediately. There was something about this young lady that drew me to her. She was a beautiful blond with a terrific tan, which was accentuated by her pale yellow dress. I was almost tongue tied at first; I was so awed by her beauty. I finally blurted out what I wanted, and she said she would have her brother talk to me.

"Please, Mr. Cummings, if you will have a seat? I will have my brother Thomas come get you, to see what it is you need done."

"Thank you Miss ... ah?"

"Oh, I'm Amy Madigan. Our family owns this business."

She went back to the desk and sat down. She used the phone and then a very large gentleman came out to great me.

Thomas Madigan was at least 6'-4" tall, and about 245. He had a very thick chest and very muscular arms. Thomas also had a nice dark tan, which I expected to see if he worked outside most of the time.

He shook my hand and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Cummings. Let's go back to my office and we can discuss what you would like to see for your property. Then we can take a run over there, and we can see what we have to work with. Sound good?"

"Sounds great to me."

"How big is your property, Mr. Cummings?"

"It's 'Steve'. When I hear, 'Mr. Cummings', I always start looking around for my father or grandfather. I think I remember it is like 130 feet across the front and 164 feet to the back fence at the greenbelt. I guess that is like a quarter acre, right? Then there is a three bedroom, single story home with a two car garage set back about fifty feet from the street. The home is about 1900 square feet of living space."

"Wow, that's a nice place for someone so young. I'm 'Tom', by the way. I know my little sis tells everyone it's 'Thomas', but I really answer to 'Tom', better. Was this an existing house or newly built?"

"It's a new home and the grass is plugs or sprigs, or whatever you call it. But there are no trees, no plants and no shrubs. I wanted to at least get sod and maybe some short shrubs or plants or flowers planted across the front of the house and maybe something along the property line in the front. Like I said, the back has a fence that comes up to just about ten feet past the house where it comes over to the house so the back yard is enclosed. There is a gate on each side. I don't have a neighbor on either side, yet, so a fence may show up when I have neighbors."

"Okay, so something to cover the ground, and something to kind of limit the property and something that will compliment the house out front. That sound about right, Steve?"

"That sounds perfect. After all, you are the expert here, not me."

"Okay, then let's take a ride out to your place and I can get a better idea of what will work. You have the time to do that, right?"

"Oh, yes. I'm done with classes for today; well, in fact, for the week. I have my last class on Thursday. My school week starts bright and early at 8:00 AM on Monday, and ends at 3:00 on Thursday. You won't have to gain access to the house, will you?"

"No, no. We'll need access to the back yard, but not the house."

"Good, because I don't get home from school until about seven each night, as my computer labs are evenings. I can get more done then, than during the day. During the day, there are too many distractions, like your sister."

"You think she's a distraction, here? You should see her when we go on vacation, down to the coast. Now that, is a distraction."

Thomas climbed into his truck, and I went to my three year old Kia. I drove to my new home, with Tom following.

I thought Tom's remark about his sister was about the skimpy bathing suit she wore, when they went on family vacations. I had to come to a completely different conclusion, after last night; but, on with the story, now.

We made it to my home with plenty of light left. Tom first started sketching the lot, and then the house. Afterwards, he did some measuring, while I held the dumb part. You know which end that is, I'm sure. He was looking around at all the neighboring houses, and I think he was looking at all the houses leading up to the back end of the subdivision where my house was sitting. He started making cryptic notes on a new sheet of paper, and I asked if he would like something to drink.

"Yeah, Steve, that sounds great. I sure could use an iced tea, or a cold drink of water."

"When you get through, come on in through the garage. I have a mat there so I don't track all the mud in when I walk around the place."

It wasn't exactly muddy, right now. We'd had a lot of hot sun, after the small shower of this morning at seven, when I was getting out of my car for classes.

I had fixed some sun tea, yesterday. I'd left it out on the patio table, out back. This was while I was at school. It was now cold from sitting in the fridge. I put some ice in a pair of tall glasses, and poured some for both of us. I drink mine unsweetened, so I placed some sugar on the counter and some of the artificial sweetener packets that I'd grabbed one or two of, when I'd been out to eat. I don't have very much company, since the house is so new. I have only lived here about a month. I can't see the sense of buying a big box of each kind of sweetener, when I don't even use it. Only my mother uses it, and she doesn't care what brand it is, so this works out for me.

About five minutes later, Tom knocks on the garage door and I yell, "Come on in!"

I hear him stomping his boots, and then he comes around the corner from the laundry room, into the kitchen.

He comes in, looks around, and says, "Nice place! Kinda empty yet, but a nice layout. Mind if ask how much?"

"Right around one ninety. They had a couple of two story ones, going for two and a quarter; but I liked the single story style, better. It's got the split bedrooms. The master is on this side, and the other two on the other side with a bath between them. The front one is my office, but I have a nice sized spare room about twelve by thirteen, same as the front one."

"Real nice place; and it's at the back of the subdivision, too. I'll bet its quiet around here."

"Not right now in the daylight; because they are still building three or four homes, back on the next street over. But, at night, it's nice and quiet. I usually sit out on the back patio to look at the stars and just unwind from the hard day at school. That's why I bought, here. I wanted someplace quiet, where I could unwind."

"Well, this looks perfect. Let me get back to the office, and do some drawings. Then I'll get you a price on everything you want. Have you got a number in mind for a ceiling for what you want to spend?"

"Well, I'm not sure. What kind of number I would be looking at?"

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