He was the contractor they had hired to put together the new house they were building as an anniversary gift to each other. It would be a lot bigger t...an the two-storied, three-bedroom house I'd grown up in, which meant that there would be plenty of room for either me or my sister if we needed it, which wasn't something I was about to complain about, considering that at twenty-four, I was about to run back home with my tail between my legs.Needless to say, it wasn't looking like my best. They dropped anchor. Rain had begun falling, blown by the wind so that it hit you in the face. The boat rocked precariously, making even coils of rope slide across the deck. They spent half an hour tying down what they could.“I spotted a house up on da hill as we came in,” Stone shouted. “We should go up der an’ see if we can find shelter.”They jumped over and waded to shore, clambered up the rocks and climbed to the house. When they drew near they saw it was of the old Viking style, made of. “Jack, will you do me a favor?” I asked.“Of course,” he said.“I want you to do one thing for me before you go,” I said. I’m going to kiss you goodbye now. Then I’m going to drop my skirt and lean on the back of that sofa and I want you to fuck me from behind in my pussy and my ass as hard as you can. Then when you come just button yourself up and walk out the door. I don’t want to see you leave.”Then I kissed him. Long, hard and deep with my arms bundled around him as tight as I could, his. "With that, Chantal hung up.Before I could react, the phone rang again calling me to yet another business meeting. The remainder of the day was busy. There I was working hard, earning a crust, in the knowledge that my wife was being fucked senseless in my own home.That evening I rushed home early. I walked in through the front door to find the house in darkness. No one home. I walked to the neighbours' house, and opened the front door. The lights were ablaze, and there to greet me was my wife..