My name is Martin Stone and I am 30 years old. My wife, quite by co-incidence, is called Sharon and we have been ragged about her name ever since we started going together. She doesn’t look much like the film star version of Sharon Stone but she is a very lovely girl just the same. She is about 5’7″ tall and she has dark hair and her figure is fairly slim but she has swellings in the right places! She has lovely breasts – not huge but good sizes – and she could be considered to be fairly quiet in nature another difference from the other Sharon.
We are having extensions done to our home and to say we are in a mess would be understating the problem totally. The rooms are to be attached to our home and the workers have had to demolish one outside wall completely. This means we had to remove every piece of furniture from this room and store it in the other rooms thus making quite a mess. The foreman tells us they could complete all the work by next Friday (today is Monday) but there are several other jobs they have to work on and therefore can’t devote all their time to our job so ours will take two weeks. We want to entertain at our home on the weekend and although it isn’t critical the room is finished for the entertainment it is certainly necessary to free up the other rooms in the house.
I have been trying my best to get the men to work for the 5 days straight but they say they have to do the other work. I am getting very frustrated with the men and feel like sacking them all – there are 6 men plus the foreman on the job at the present moment – but I realize I would be cutting off my nose to spite my face. Then the job just wouldn’t be completed anywhere near the right time and perhaps they could sue me for breach of contract! Oh, what at a mess.
Sharon has been standing in the kitchen watching what has been happening and she knows what I am going through but she has a smile on her face which irritates me. I walk into the kitchen and say, “Sharon, I don’t know if you are getting any pleasure out of this business but if we don’t get the job done soon there will be no alternative but to cancel the party next weekend. Have you got any suggestions?”
When I see this whimsical look on Sharon’s face I know she is up to something. We have been married 6 years now and I have had ample time to study her traits and I love her dearly. We haven’t started a family yet and intend to start in about 2 years but we want the freedom of no children for as long as we can. Sharon walked over to me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She also pushed her knee between my legs and moved it back and forth against my cock making it hard and she knew she was teasing hell out of me! She broke the kiss to say, “Martin you have always talked about me doing a Sharon Stone act where I wouldn’t have any panties on and show other men! How would you like me to see if I can get these men working? Would you be prepared to allow me free rein on what happens if it will get the job done by Friday afternoon?” I knew she was up to something and now I knew she would tease the men to get the job completed. Although I have reservations about who looks at my Sharon I badly want this work done so I tell her it will be alright no matter what she does to get it completed! She kissed me hard and told me she thought she could get the work done but I wasn’t to get upset when they were looking at her body or whatever else it took to get the job done! I told her she could do whatever was required and that was that! She told me she had better begin straight away.
She disappeared into our bedroom and returned several minutes later wearing a T shirt and a short skirt as well as her shoes. She looked really lovely in those clothes and it wasn’t until she kissed me again that I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra! Before I could ask her what she intended doing she walked out to where the men were working. Well, at least some of them were working – the rest were having a morning coffee break and were sitting around. She walked up to the foreman and began talking to him. Once she started talking in a whisper I saw him look at her with a surprised look on his face and he quickly moved further away from the rest of the men. They talked for about 4 minutes with him doing a lot of nodding of his head. I knew in my own mind she was somehow talking him into staying on the job.
