Christy impatiently glanced at the clock on the wall again as she sat waiting in the living room. She hoped she wouldn’t have to be here very long; she had taken off from work to be home so some men could replace the carpet and she was already mad that this was going to cost so much. Her job just barely paid the bills as it was and now this was going to make it even harder to get everything paid this month!

In addition, she had a ton of things that needed her attention back at the office and she was already behind in her work. This was just going to put her further behind and the boss was not going to be pleased! She also would have preferred that her husband Tom had been the one to meet with them. She didn’t like the idea of being at home alone when repairmen came to do work around the house. Unfortunately, her husband was unable to be there because he was out of town on a business trip so she would have to handle this one on her own.

This is typical – every time he goes out of town something happens! Why couldn’t he find a regular 8-5 job! she thought to herself as she waited for the carpet installers. She was mad at Tom, mad at herself, and mad at the situation.

Again looking at the clock, Christy decided she would wait another thirty minutes and if they hadn’t shown up or at least called, she would call the carpet store and tell them to reschedule and head back to the office. She hated these installation calls that promised they would arrive sometime during a three to four hour window.

Luckily, this company had called saying they should be there sometime within the next hour and a half. But that hour and a half had already come and gone and still they hadn’t arrived. She was giving them the benefit of the doubt and considered that maybe they had been delayed for a legitimate reason. Still, that didn’t finish the work that was sitting on her desk waiting for her.

Christy was debating on calling the company back to see if they could tell her anything more when she heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway. She instinctively glanced at her watch as she started for the front door to see if it was them. Maybe if this didn’t take too long, she could get back and get at least a little bit of work done. She grunted softly when she peeked out the small window facing the street and saw the van parked in the driveway and two men getting out.

She watched as the driver, a very good looking 30-ish man, fished a clipboard out of the van and apparently confirmed they were at the correct address. The other was a younger, mid 20’s looking man; he had opened the side door and after a few seconds slammed it shut and walked around to join the first man, carrying a small tool kit.

Christy watched through the peephole of the closed door as the two men walked up. As they got a little closer, Christy could see they were both very good looking and she felt a tingle in her pussy as she watched the two hunks approach.

“Christy, you are a married woman!” she cautioned herself to not let her interest show. “They are just here to put in the new carpet and that’s all.” But a small voice also pointed out that she and Tom hadn’t exactly been burning up the sheets lately sex-wise. In fact, they hadn’t made love in some time. Oh, she gave him a cursory blowjob a couple times and he had even managed to make her cum once too.

But it certainly wasn’t anything to write to Penthouse Letters over! And even that had been almost a month ago! And now two very good-looking men were headed up her walkway and she was going to be in the house alone with them ... she sighed softly as she started to open the door.

She lightly blamed her attraction to the men on her husband’s inattentiveness lately, but she also knew in her heart of hearts that she hadn’t exactly been warm to him either. For the past couple months her relationship with Tom had not been what it once was. They still loved each other, but the passion, the “spark”, had cooled noticeably.

Still it wasn’t entirely Tom’s fault. Their jobs were not in sync, they were always passing each other on the way to or from their jobs. They barely saw each other except at night when they were both too tired to do much of anything. Then there was the money issues. They didn’t really fight over money, but there never seemed to be enough to let them feel comfortable about their financial footing. And now Christy was having inappropriate thoughts of other men ... and immediately she felt that guilty tug on her consciousness at having such thoughts.

“Hi.” the older man said casually as they reached the steps, “Are you Mrs. Johnson? We have your carpet here to install today.”

“Yes, I am Mrs. Johnson. Please come in,” Christy said, trying to keep her voice from revealing what she had been thinking as she opened the screen door.

The two men stepped up onto the porch, the older man saying as they did, “Thank you. We’ll just have a look at the job before we bring everything in.”

Christy stepped aside as the two entered the house. The older man, apparently the leader of the duo, continued speaking. “Sorry we took so long to get to you, but we’ve been kind of busy lately. With the sale the store is running, a lot of people have been having carpet replaced or installed.”

“I understand,” Christy responded. She led the men through house to the spacious living room. “This is the room that needs the carpet the most. We want this room carpeted and the stairs over there as well,” she said, stepping aside as they moved past her to go into the room.

“Oh yeah, I can see why you want this carpet replaced – it has definitely seen better days!” the older man said.

“Yeah we have been meaning to get it replaced, but it seemed like every time we were ready to something would come up!” Christy said.

“Well it happens. But we’ll have you fixed up real soon,” he said. The two men went right to work, starting out by measuring the room. The younger man would take the measurements and call them out while the older one would write them down on his clipboard. When they had finished taking all the needed measurements, they went out to get the tools they needed.

Setting the tools inside the house they returned to their van and started bringing in the rolls of carpeting. It was a warm spring day and the men wore their company jackets, but it was too hot for them so both the men took them off when they went to the truck to get the carpet.

Coming back, Christy saw the men’s bulging biceps as they carried the carpet on their shoulders. The older man had a white polo shirt which looked to be small on him while the younger guy wore a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, also a tad small on him. Both men were in really good shape and Christy felt herself getting damp watching the two hunks carrying in the carpeting.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the men, but her husband would not have wanted her to leave them alone in the house. At least that’s the justification she told herself. Truth be known she was just enjoying having two such beefy and attractive men in her home. Christy decided to sit down on one of the stools set at the breakfast bar that was between the kitchen and the living room.

As she did she noted how the younger of the two cast a somewhat long glance over at her. There was nothing malicious and inappropriate about it, but still it made her just a tad uneasy. Christy wasn’t a complete prude, she knew she had a nice figure. She had received a fair share of complements during her twenty-four years and she took pride in how she looked, even if she was a married woman.

She had been raised with the idea that good girls didn’t blatantly flaunt themselves. That a nice girl dressed respectively and while she did try when she was younger to push the limits of what her parents accepted as respectful she had never, at least she didn’t think so, dress too lewdly.

Still she knew men would look at her, sometimes it was an admiring quick glance while other times it had been a brazen eyeing. Christy stood five foot seven and tipped the scales at one hundred and twenty five pounds. She had lean, well toned legs, that she was proud of and didn’t mind showing off, within reason. She had a small round butt and a healthy set of 34DD tits which she considered her best feature. She was a very pretty woman but not to the point of being conceited.

The men were about an hour into the job, having ripped out the old carpeting and partway through taking out the tack strips that hold the carpet in place. It was hot work, especially pulling up the old carpet and Christy noticed them having to wipe the sweat from their foreheads repeatedly. She got up from her chair and approached the men who were pulling up more of the tack strips from the edges of the room.

“Could I offer you two something to drink?”

“That would be nice,” the older man said with a broad smile and his helper nodded in agreement.

“Well, I have some beer and also a couple of wine coolers,” she said, frowning slightly as she tried to recall what all there was to offer them, other then milk or tap water. She shrugged slightly adding, “And I have some cans of soft drinks if you’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a beer,” he said with a slow nod, glancing over at his helper and receiving a nod in agreement.

“Two beers it is,” Christy said lightly and turned away walking to the kitchen. As she did, the two sat down on the steps they would be carpeting next, the older man holding his clipboard and jotting some notes down on the paper.

Christy quickly grabbed two cans of beer and then decided she would have one too. She had just recently begun to develop a taste for beer; it wasn’t her favorite drink but she would drink it. She kicked the refrigerator door shut with her foot as she held the three cans and then walked back to the family room. When she entered the family room the young man, seeing how her hands were full, scrambled to his feet and hurried over, saying,

“Here let me give you a hand with those,” Christy quietly said thanks as he carefully took two of the cans from her. She brought a chair over from the dining room table and sat down. She opened her can after she had sat down and the other two quickly opened theirs, taking a slow sip and groaned softly in approval.

“Now that is a great way to end the day,” the older man said after he had taken a drink.

“Oh is this your last call?” Christy asked.

“Hopefully,” he said, making them both chuckle.

“It’s our last scheduled installation today and thank goodness for it!” the younger man said. He shook his head saying, “But we still have to go take care of the paperwork from all the work we did today.”

“I understand,” Christy said with a knowing nod, paperwork it was an ever present evil in today’s work place. Casually she crossed her legs at the knees, again noting how they both gave her legs a long glance when she did. Taking another sip of her beer she then asked, “So how long have you been doing this sort of work?”

“Well I’ve been at this for almost 15 years,” the older man said as he glanced at his clipboard, “But I’m getting too old for all this kneeling stuff, so I’m training this young buck here to do all the heavy stuff!”

“I see,” Christy said with a slow nod. She laughed slightly and then said, “You know I forgot to ask what your names were, please forgive me.”

“Oh that’s okay.” the old man said with a quick wave of his hand, “Most people don’t even bother to ask us our names!” He gestured at himself saying, “My name is Mike and this is Tommy.”

“And my name is Christy,” she responded. She took another sip of her beer, saying, “Nice to meet you two.”

“And it’s nice to meet you and thanks for the beers too,” Mike said quickly. He settled back on the sofa, asking,

“So what kind of work do you do?”

“Oh I work in the personal department at ABC Plastics,” Christy responded. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as she asked, “How did you know that I worked?”

“Oh just by the way you’re dressed,” Mike said with another wave of his hand. He glanced quickly over at Tommy as he said, “I mean you’re dressed like a working woman would dress. Unless of course you’re like Mrs. Cleaver and dress that nicely even though you’re staying home and just doing housework.”

Christy blushed slightly and bowed her head; she was flattered by his complement. She was wearing a dark colored dress that hit about mid thigh and had a modest scoop neckline, nothing too revealing.

“If you’re not working and dress like that, I wish more housewives would dress that nicely!” Mike said, shaking his head slowly.

“That’s for sure,” Tommy added, “Would make these house calls a lot more enjoyable.”

“Well thank you,” Christy said shyly.

“You said you work in the personnel department?” Mike asked. Christy simply nodded her head yes. He cocked his head slightly to one side asking, “So do you interview people that are applying or what?”

Unthinkingly Christy ran a hand through her shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair as she said, “No, I more handle disciplinary infractions and employee dispute situations.”

“Oh so if someone screws up they’re sent to you,” Mike asked.

“I guess you could put it that way,” Christy answered with a quick laugh.

“Well, if I worked there I don’t think I would mind getting into trouble,” Mike said with a laugh and shaking his head.

“Why is that?”

“Well if I had to go meet with you, I don’t think I would mind that much!” Mike said with a wave of his hand.

“That’s for sure!” Tommy added, “Probably be spending a lot of time getting into trouble.”

Christy laughed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, and yet a little flattered. Tom had told her on a couple occasions that she shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach and while her stomach wasn’t truly empty (she had grabbed a couple of small peanut butter and cheese crackers as she left the office), it wasn’t enough to do anything to absorb the alcohol.

Besides, she had never been a big drinker; her husband used to joke that she was a cheap drunk – it only took a little bit to get her buzzed. Maybe it was the little bit of alcohol that was making her so relaxed and uninhibited now. A part of her told her she should be rather offended by their brazen comments. But another part of her – and the part that was now taking control – was a little excited by it. She could feel her pussy tingle at their comments ... and she wouldn’t mind hearing more of them.

“Your husband is one lucky guy,” Mike said with a nod at her.

“And why is that?” Christy asked as she took another sip of her beer.

“To have such a hot looking wife to come home to every night.”

“Oh please!” Christy said with a slight laugh and shake of her head. Still she couldn’t stop herself from again running a hand through her hair.

“That’s for sure,” Tommy added eagerly, “Man if I had a wife as hot looking as you I would be home as soon as I could.”

“Well thank you,” Christy said hoping her face wasn’t too red with embarrassment.

“Yeah, it must be great to have such a hot looking woman to spend time with after work,” Mike said with a slow nod. Christy noticed how his eyes were locked on her; it both made her shift nervously and yet sit a little straighter too. He grunted softly and shook his head and then asked, “Do you dress this hot for him when he’s here?”

“Sometimes,” Christy answered. She was startled by his question and also by how quickly she responded, she really didn’t even think about her answer.

“You must have a real smoking body,” he said shaking his head and getting an acknowledging grunt from Tommy. Mike gestured at her saying, “I mean it’s obvious you have a hot body ‘cause that dress sure doesn’t hide the fact.”

“Th-thank you,” Christy stammered. This conversation was definite getting loose and maybe she should end it before it went too far.

“In fact I’d kinda like to get a look at your hot figure,” Mike said in a definite tone. Christy’s eyes widened as she stared at him not sure she had actually heard what he had said. He pointed at a point a short distance in front of where they were sitting and told her, “Why not stand right here and let us have a good look at you.”

Christy sensed from his tone, while not really threatening, there was an unmistakable implication that he was completely serious. She stared at them, her mind a blank for a long moment and then he nodded and again gestured at the spot he had pointed to, but with a little more firmness then before.

Instinctively, she knew that she had no choice that she had best do as he directed. Shakily she rose, her knees felt incredibly weak and walked over to where he had directed. She shuddered bodily as she did, noting how their eyes were glued to her dress and her legs as she walked towards them.

“Very nice,” Mike said admiringly. He made a circular motion with his finger and told her, “Turn around.”

On very wobbly legs she slowly turned around in front of them. While it wasn’t the first time she had been eyed by men, it had never been this blatant; they were almost treating her like she was a piece of meat or a new car they were checking out. Her heart was pounding when she turned back towards them, standing there quietly as they continued to run their eyes up and down her figure.

“Nice ... real nice,” he said slowly. He then made a quick little motion with his hand as he told her, “Okay now take off your dress.”

“Ple ... please don’t,” Christy tearfully stammered.

“Either you take your dress off or else we’ll rip it off of you. Either way you’re gonna take that dress off,” Mike told her in a firm, definite tone and as if to emphasis his threat they both scooted forward slightly on the couch.

Christy knew they were serious and that she had best do as he demanded. Blinking repeatedly, she leaned forward from the waist as she reached up behind herself to undo the small slide clasp and then began to slide down the zipper on the back of her dress. She shuddered when the two groaned loudly as the upper part of her dress dropped down slightly after she had unzipped her dress and revealed some of her upper chest.

They groaned again a little louder and cruder when she took hold of her dress at her hips and began to work it down, wiggling a little to help. The dress tumbled down off her shoulders and revealed her upper body and showing she was wearing a sheer flesh tone bra.