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Wife Forced to Pay Husband’s Debt Complete Series, by Jezebel Rose

Late for work and in a rush, I was not paying attention. I pulled out of the garage before the garage door fully opened. My SUV’s roof rack caught on to the bottom of the garage door, being hooked onto the mechanism that was attached to the ceiling motor that lifted the door. When I did not stop, I not only destroyed the bottom of the gate but also ripped the engine out of the ceiling, which landed on the hood of my car, cracking the windshield in the process. It all happened in less than 5 seconds, seconds that would dramatically alter my life. Getting out of the car, I looked at the damage. I could not believe what I saw; it looked like a bomb had exploded in the ceiling. There was smashed wood and debris all over the garage floor. My first thought was, “My husband is going to kill me.”

My husband had just left for five days to attend a conference. At this point, he was in the air, flying to California. I could not contact him even if I wanted to, and I do not think I wanted to. I needed to get this fixed without his help and hopefully without his knowledge that it ever happened. On the garage door was a sticker advertising the company that had installed the doors. I went inside and gave them a call. They would be there in an hour. I went inside and called work, letting them know I would not be in today. It was only eleven in the morning, but I was extremely tense, and so I poured myself a glass of wine and went upstairs to change out of my work clothes.

Between the kitchen and the bedroom, I concluded that some flirtation and seduction was going to be needed to help negotiate with the workers and get everything fixed as quickly and cheaply as possible. I am an attractive woman, and my looks have helped me in the past in some minor situations but never had I attempted the premeditated seduction. I did not know how far I would have to go, or how far I would be willing to go, to get me out of this jam. I went into the bathroom, stripped, and took a good look in the mirror. The potential was there, and I needed to decide what outfit would best help my cause. With the amount of damage done to the garage door and car, I was not going to be able to hold back.

First, I sprayed my entire body with a fast-acting self-tanning spray that always gave my body a nice light golden glow. I then found my black Lycra string bikini with a thong bottom that I had not worn in years; on a hot summer day like today, and it would not be too strange for the workers to find me in a bathing suit. Both the top and bottom had a red heart stitched into the fabric placed strategically just above my left nipple on the top and dead center below the waistline in the thong bottom. Inside the heart, the black Lycra material was removed exposing the bare skin underneath. The centers are about the size of a half dollar.

The bikini top was small for me when I initially bought it, but it was even shorter for me now that my breasts had increased in size. The bikini top has adjustable cups that slide across the string that is used to tie the top around my chest. After putting it on, I adjusted the top so that the cups were slipped to the side so that my nipples were barely covered and when I leaned forward, my nipples were exposed. The top half of my left nipple was also visible through the heart that was inset on that half of the bikini top. The Lycra material cupped the sides of my breasts nicely, pulling my chest up and helping to accentuate my well-shaped breasts. The article is very thin, the shape of my nipples was visible, and when I rubbed my hands across my breasts, I could feel the textures of my breasts and nipples. I thought about how it would feel to have the workers doing the same if things got that far, which I expected they would.

Over the top, I put on a long sleeve reasonably transparent white blouse that buttoned up the front. Deciding not to use the buttons, I merely loosely tied the blouse high around my waist. Looking in the mirror, I could see the bathing suit top through the material, but I knew that in brighter light even my skin through the heart would be visible. I would have to make sure I got a chance to stand in direct sunlight when the workers arrived for maximum seduction effect. The blouse was quite baggy and thus was significantly open in the front anyway. I surprised myself at how devious my thoughts seemed, but I was getting more excited by my plan of seduction. Next, I shaved and closely trimmed my pubic hair significantly so that I could wear the thong bottom extremely low in front. When I put on the bikini bottom, the small triangular front barely covered the small patch of hair I had not removed while shaving. The top of the slit of my vagina was visible through the heart in the fabric, and I placed a finger through the opening, wondering if someone else’s thumb might be doing the same later today. The T-back of the bathing suit was nothing more than two black strings holding the triangular front in place. It was riding high above my backside since I had the first riding so low. Looking in the mirror, I was quite pleased with how sexy I looked and wished that I did not have to put anything on over the thong bottom, but I knew that would be too much. I slipped my hand inside the triangular base, let my finger slide deep inside my now wet vagina, and again thought about what might lay ahead.

I next rummaged through my drawers looking for a skirt, finally choose a tight Lycra, and cotton white dress that was probably only a foot wide. When I slid it on, I positioned it so that the top of the dress ended just above my thong bottom head in front and ended only at my butt line in the back, not covering the back of the thong much at all. The bottom of the skirt ended about six inches below my crotch, but I knew it would ride high when I walked or sat down. The material was somewhat translucent, and when I stood in front of the mirror, the lights made it easy to see the black outline of the thong bottom through the skirt. This would also have maximum effect when standing outside in the bright summer sun.

I just needed a pair of shoes to complete the look. I choose a pair of black high-heeled sandals that helped accentuate the curves in my legs. Taking one last look in the mirror and feeling quite pleased and, by this time, quite horny I went downstairs to wait for the workers; I hoped they would be young and attractive.

The Workmen’s Surprise

As the garage-door company had promised, a truck had arrived in an hour. I went down to the garage to greet them at the scene of the wreckage. I was surprised to find myself disappointed when I saw that they had sent only a single worker. I was hoping for a bigger crowd to work my seduction on. The worker was a nice looking thirty-something guy with blond hair, kind of a surfer type. He was wearing jeans and a short sleeve polo shirt that had the name of the company printed above the pocket. It was a hot summer day, and there was already sweat forming on the back of his shirt. I let him see me give his body a good look over, intentionally eyeing his crotch for an extended period.

He stood on the opposite side of the rubble spread over the garage floor. “Would you mind giving me some help here?” I said as I extended my hand. “I know I’m going to trip over this stuff in these heels.” The worker quickly crossed over the rubble on the floor and stood next to me. I grabbed his left hand tightly in my right hand and pulled him toward me. He put his other hand on the small of my back and guided me across the floor. I could feel his fingers pressed into the upper part of my bare backside. I was playing the helpless blonde role to the hilt. As I carefully lifted my leg to cross the rubble of my skirt, as expected, rose significantly. I did not attempt to readjust it. When we reached the other side, I made certain that we stood in an area with direct sunlight shining on us.

Letting go of the worker’s hand, I turned and gave him a big hug pulling his body tightly against mine. I thought I could already feel a bulge in his pants. “Thank you for coming so quickly!” I said. “I’ve been a wreck all morning worrying about this. I feel so relieved that you’re here!” I said as I squeezed him even harder toward me. The bulge was real. “My name is Cheryl by the way,” I added as I removed my arms from around him and backed slightly away. “Also, excuse my dress,” I added. “I was about to go out back and sun a bit.”

“No problem,” he said. He added nervously, “You look fantastic! By the way, my name is Evan.” He then offered his hand to shake. I grabbed it with both mines and gave him an excellent warm handshake. It was clear that Evan was having difficulty trying not to stare at my body. His eyes would look at my face for a moment but quickly move down the length of my body. I felt pleased that I had done an excellent job of choosing my outfit.

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