Day Thirty-eight - Wednesday
I woke with a long fat nipple in my mouth, nursing like a baby. Sue was smiling at me saying "happy anniversary, husband."
"Imagine that, we have been married for a whole week already. I leaned up to kiss her, but she said for me to keep on sucking. She wiggled under me and pulled my very hard dick into her waiting pussy. Our lovemaking was slow and gentle, but the eroticism was so high that we both began coming almost too quickly. We kissed then headed to the bathroom.
While Sue sat, I turned on the water and got in, relieving my bladder under the shower. We washed each other, then dried and dressed, ready for the day. We were a little early but I waited till six-twenty five to turn on the patio light. By six-forty everyone was sitting and drinking coffee, including our two new couples.
Ruth said that perhaps the new folks would like to be a part of our supper club too. The ladies explained how we were doing it. Betty and Sue both thought it was an economical way to have good meals. One meal for seven couples was cheaper to make than seven meals for one couple.
The seven wives agreed to mix up what night of the week they would have each week by drawing days from a coffee can with seven slips of paper in it. Tom said he would dig out his dominoes and separate a one through seven, which would make it easier for them to decide. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday could be something other than homemade if it was agreed upon. Like pizza, or Sonny's ribs, or maybe even Chinese take out.
I noticed the new picnic tables and the chairs had been painted. I looked at Martin and asked him if he had done that. He shook his head and pointed to Tiny.
Tiny was grinning, "I had off yesterday. It was hot in the afternoon so I came over to have a beer and was looking at the new furniture. I had some good white deck enamel paint that doesn't chalk, so I began painting the chairs. There was enough to paint the chairs and the table."
Ruth laughed at him, "There was enough to paint everything and enough beer to put him away by the time he was done. I don't know who made out. Tiny had a great time doing it, getting half shit-faced in the process."
"They look nice, and with our growing population, we needed the chairs," I said.
Martin suggested, "I was thinking we should buy or build a big table that would hold us all at once. If we could get one with fourteen chairs maybe even sixteen for when Abe and Alice come around, that would be nice."
"We need a bigger patio. There wouldn't be room for other lawn chairs and small tables," I said thinking our group was getting out of hand. But then I had second thoughts. "Martin, how about figuring out how big we can make the patio both in total length and how far out we can come without making the park owner upset. We could move the shed back farther so the door was at the end of the house. It may stick out too far toward the back lot, you'll have to see. It is something to consider though. With a great big patio, we could have a big table at one end and the other patio furniture at the other. It might be nice."
It was time for all of us to head to work. Sue stayed home, but said she and the girls would bring us all lunch. Al and Tom were now riding with each other, saving gas.
Abe instantly had Al using his body shop skills smoothing and preparing panels to paint.
Tom and I set up the stands and began measuring and cutting two frame sets. He got the hang of measuring at least twice before we cut once. Then when we started bending he learned to measure to the inner angle so it would be accurate. As we went along, I called out the number of the part so he would remember to number each piece and the significance of numbering the pieces. We cleaned up all the ends, then began setting up the stands and tacking the front end first, then the rear, and finally the cage.
It took us an hour to re-measure every thing as something was out of kilter. When we found it, we had to re-tack several pieces to bring it in line. I think Tom learned the significance of measuring over and over again to be sure of every length, distance, and angle.
When we finished tacking, the girls had arrived with lunch for all of us. Abe enjoyed lunch with us, eating some great roast beef sandwiches with potato chips, and Sue's Diet Cokes.
After lunch Tom began welding. By the time he finished his frame, I was done welding and darn near done cleaning the welds.
I inspected each weld with Tom, showing him in different places how he may have been able to do a better job faster, if he did something different. He took it in and said he would work on it next time.
I had Tom begin cleaning on one end and I began on the other. He had some thick beads but as he progressed, they became better. I was done with the back and the cage as he finished the front. Together we went back over every weld, length, distance, and angle, making sure it was done right and drilling the holes while we were measuring. We also went back over the frame I had done myself.
Good, two more frames ready to roll. The Lakeland guy still needed four so Tom and I would finish up with the materials we had by making up three more frames, two for Lakeland, and one for the shop. Since it was only four, Tom and I measured and cut pieces for the three frames, ending just after five.
Abe came to get us saying he wanted me to see something special. The generator he had been working on was done, with the panels hanging up to dry. Abe went over the starting sequence for the big generator then hit the button, it caught immediately, smoothing out to run quietly.
Al stood back and said, "I think I'm getting the idea of what you keep saying about perfect. Abe is very exacting. He's taught me a lot these last two days."
Tom echoed Al saying, "I'm welding right now better than I have ever done and it is still not the quality of work I will be capable of soon. I'm going to be putting out the best work Steve has ever seen."
Abe slapped me on the back, "Looks like you have yourself a couple of good guys. Let's get out of here, it's Miller time."
Abe went home while Tom and I cleaned up the welding shop. I emphasized that if the shop were cleaned up at night, we would want to come to work the next morning. Al pitched in and it only took fifteen minutes to have the place straight.
At the park we separated to get cleaned up before supper. It was Ruth's turn to delight us. She had a huge stack of fried chicken with mashed potatoes, gravy, and more green beans. We had a salad first, then ate till we were all lethargic. When the dishes were all cleaned off the table, Martin brought out a big pad of graph paper.
He had a drawing of what was built now and surrounding it what he proposed. He was showing a seventy-foot long pad thirty feet out from the house. That's twenty-one hundred square feet of patio, it would be huge. He had another drawing, showing the construction design to show how he would build the patio roof so it wouldn't have to have interior supports. He had even showed how it would be anchored to withstand over one hundred-mile per hour winds. He said the park didn't care since it was a lot improvement that they didn't have to pay for. He also said there would still be nearly seventy feet of grass between the patio and his place. I would have to parallel park in front of the house or at the end of the patio, as my current parking place would be patio.
The shed was shown sticking out behind the house with a concrete apron in front of it. Martin said, "If you put the shed on the end of the building, it can be another couple of feet wider but could now be as much as thirty-two feet deep if you wanted."
"How long would it take if we wanted to do it?" I asked curiously.
There is a guy here in the park that could pull the permits, pour the pad and build the cover complete with guttering as I designed within a week. He said the shed, depending on the size it was going to be, would be another couple of days.
"How much?" I asked even more interested.
Sue had come out and was looking over the plans listening to what Martin had been saying. She was standing next to me with her hand on my back.
Martin gave me a price that made me choke. Sue was patting me on the back trying to help.
Martin said defensively, "I thought the price was pretty low. I really didn't think it was very high."
I finally caught my breath, "Martin, it isn't high at all. I was choking because it was so low. Are you sure the guy can do it for that kind of money?"
Martin nodded and I said, "Let's go see him, right now."
Martin, Sue, and I walked over to the other side of the park to a nice small doublewide. The man Martin was talking about was sitting under a nice screened patio with his wife. After we were all introduced, I questioned the guy again about his price, indicating the drawings that Martin had brought along.
We spread out the different drawings and he explained he had helped Martin make it up this afternoon and was able to make up a material list and get some quotes on the concrete. He says he is a little slow right now and his men need the work, so it would be a great time to do this.
Martin confirmed with him that the price would include the pad, all materials, the electrical for the six fans with individual wall controls, and the wet bar with a little refrigerator and a cooking hood.
"Wet bar? Cooking hood? I didn't see that on the drawing?" I said puzzled.
The guy spoke up, "That was my idea, if you're going to have a party patio, you might want a wet bar, as well as a hood for a built in gas and charcoal grille. This is what I do for a living and I can make you a great party patio."
Sue and I looked at each other. Sue winked at me then turned to the man, "Build it, start as soon as you can."
The man went inside and brought out a contract. He referenced the drawings, numbered them, and signed each one. He wrote all his numbers down, excluding the new shed, then signed it. He turned it around for us and Sue grabbed the pen and signed everything, saying, "Steve will be right back with a check for the first half." We all shook hands. Martin left the drawings with the builder and went back home.
I got a check, wrote it out for the ridiculously low amount, and went back to give it to the builder. He said he would probably pour the patio tomorrow after he tore down the current one and moved the shed. He also had to put in the big pillars that would hold up the roof at the same time. He was sorry he was going to interrupt our supper area. We all agreed we could suffer for one day.
I couldn't figure out how he was going to get it all done. I told everyone that we might get kicked off the patio in the morning as these guys start early. Charlie and Jim said I should put my two bikes in their sheds now, as that way, the workers wouldn't see what I had.
Sue and I, along with Ruth and Tiny, did our walk then swam for a half-hour. We sat in the hot tub where Sue teased Tiny into going down on her before plowing her thoroughly. Ruth wanted some tender loving that included lots of nipple sucking, some clit licking, and a slow fuck that lasted until Tiny unleashed his second load. We walked back to the patio giggling. We had a beer while both girls were dipping fingers into their leaking pussies, feeding the juices to each other. It was enough to make Tiny and I get hot again. We dragged the women off to bed for more.
Sue was really cantankerous, wanting me to go down on her and get her off a couple of more times, claiming she was really horny. She just wanted to see if I'd eat her thoroughly while she still sported a good bit of Tiny's double load. I could only imagine that Tiny was face first in my leftovers in Ruth.
Once Sue had come three or four more times with fingers massaging her special spot, and other fingers up her butt, making her squirt, she wanted me behind her, giving it to her as hard and as deep as I could get. This resulted in a quick come. Sue moaned, "I wish I had more energy, I'd have you clean me out and fuck me all over again. Just lay here with me though, I am thoroughly fucked out. That was good. Tiny's an appetizer for me. When he's done, I'm so hot for you, I'm dripping."
I was going to say 'Yeah, dripping with Tiny's stuff, ' but thought better of it.
She didn't say anything else. She fell asleep, kissing me, holding me.