It had been nearly four weeks since Amber had come home from work on an otherwise normal Friday to find a watery mess on her living room floor, caused by a leaking toilet upstairs.
Their homeowners insurance had agreed to cover the replacement of their flooring and the ceiling damage, but Amber and Paul, married twelve years with no children, had to replace the toilet themselves.
The damage to their modest middle-class home couldn’t have come at a worse time. Their finances that month had been strained, to say the least. And despite the insurance company’s coverage, which Amber was grateful for, this setback would be challenging to quickly recover from.
They had found a new toilet at a plumbing supply outlet, and while Paul was out of town on business, it finally arrived after being on backorder. The owner of the outlet, Bill, offered Amber a significant refund if she would have sex with him. Due to their financial troubles, it was too tempting an offer to refuse. Even though Amber had never cheated on her husband before, she was already aware she was biologically unable to get pregnant, so there was virtually no downside if she kept it secret; she agreed to the offer. Amber had sex with Bill right there in the warehouse after hours on the evening she picked up the toilet.
During that encounter, Amber discovered something new about her body: she could release fluid from her urethra during a powerful orgasm! Bill called it “squirting.” Though she’d never heard of that before, she later researched it and learned it was a real physical response for some women!
Amber decided not to confess the encounter to Paul. He was only aware that Bill had offered the couple a discount for the delay caused by the backorder, and he was grateful for it.
Yet Amber did hope to experience squirting again. She became more seductive towards Paul, and much to his delight, they were making love more often. Still, she frustratingly could never cause her body to squirt again!
Paul and Amber took turns taking days off once the work commenced. They were grateful their jobs allowed them to work remotely whenever necessary during this time of renovation.
After a crew of movers came in to place their furniture in their garage, another couple of workers spent two days demolishing their old flooring and cutting away the damaged section of the ceiling. Meanwhile, Amber and Paul shopped for their new flooring. They were able to find a close match to their old laminate flooring, and insurance approved it.
Work paused for about a week as large room dryers were placed on the floor and pointed towards the open ceiling. Paul and Amber were instructed to leave the machines on 24/7, and they had to essentially live upstairs, only sitting in folding chairs on the cement living room floor downstairs to eat meals. It was difficult to talk or even watch videos on their phones with the noise of the machines running constantly, so their meals were short!
Then they finally received the call from Andre, their insurance agent, explaining that Micah, the inspector, would be coming in a couple days to take a look at the demo work. If it all looked good and dry, then the repair and installation crew would arrive to finish the renovations. They could see the light at the end of the tunnel!
That second inspection went smoothly, and Micah approved for the repair work to recommence. Paul and Amber were told the full restoration would take approximately one week. Paul took the first part of the week off, when the ceiling repair work occurred. Amber had arranged to take the second half of the week off for the new flooring installation phase.
The afternoon before Amber was supposed to be off work for a few days, she came home to see a fully restored ceiling over her living room—a vast improvement over the giant hole that had been there the past couple weeks, and much better than the leaking bulge she came home to six weeks ago!
Paul and Amber celebrated in bed that night. Paul put on a porn video to get the mood going. As the scene progressed, depicting a beautiful woman being manhandled by a group of her husband’s poker buddies, Amber felt her body responding with a slickening of her pussy and butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
When she was in college, Amber had secretly fantasized about being the center of a gangbang after her roommate had shared a story about her own group sex experience at a frat party. But after getting married, Amber had long forgotten about the fantasy. Now, here was a reminder of that seemingly lost erotic dream!
The scene progressed. When the woman in the video had her final orgasm while being fucked from behind, the male pulled away, and the camera zoomed in on the woman’s pussy as a clear stream shot outward from it and a creamy dribble dripped from her gaping hole. The model had squirted, just like Amber had in the warehouse with Bill! The woman’s loud moans indicated her pleasure and relief.
That was the trigger that caused Amber to immediately mount Paul’s cock by climbing on top of him, riding him rapidly as he gripped her hips, his face displaying utter shock at his wife’s unusual aggression!
Amber rode her husband wildly until she came hard with a loud groan! That was all it took for Paul to stiffen and shoot his load into his beautiful wife’s slick depths. As they came down, Amber’s overall euphoria was only dimmed by the knowledge that she still had not squirted. She collapsed onto her side next to Paul, quietly stroking his heaving chest, slightly damp with sweat.
“Wow,” Paul smiled, catching his breath. “You were on fire tonight!”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess the video really revved me up.”
“Noted!” Paul chuckled, touching his wife’s chin before moving closer to kiss her tenderly. “Maybe I should invite some friends over for a poker night!”
“Oh, stop it!” Amber giggled, lightly slapping Paul’s shoulder.
Amber was grateful for Paul’s steady presence, and she made a mental note that she usually didn’t have an orgasm with him except when he licked her. Still, she was frustrated that she hadn’t again experienced that elusive squirting she’d had with Bill. Frustrated, she wondered what it would take to experience it again.
As Paul’s semen trickled from Amber’s vagina, she walked to their master bathroom and dabbed at it with toilet paper. As she climbed back into bed, pulling the cool sheets over her, Paul told her that the work crew had been arriving consistently around 9 a.m. So Amber planned on waking up by 8.
Paul turned the TV off and they both rolled away from each other to fall asleep.
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Amber became conscious the next morning as the sun crested above the horizon and its light peeked through the semi-closed blinds.
She looked at the digital clock on her nightstand. It read “7:57.”
“Perfect!” Amber thought to herself. She kicked the sheets off of her and took a quick shower to prepare for the crew’s arrival.
Once dressed, she padded her way downstairs and prepared a low-calorie breakfast of yogurt, melon and coffee, eating it while standing in her kitchen since all their furniture was packed in their garage. She watched the local news on her tablet.
Soon, there was a soft knock on the front door. Amber’s microwave clock read “8:59.”
“Right on time,” she smiled.
She opened the front door and welcomed the three men inside. She introduced herself, and a Hispanic man who looked to be around her age introduced himself as “Jorge.” He motioned to his two younger colleagues, introducing them as “Luis” and “Enzo.” Amber was flattered at the admiring looks the men were giving her.
She told the men to feel free to go in and out the door for the day, and that she would be upstairs if they had any questions. Then she excused herself, starting by doing laundry while watching romantic shows on her bedroom TV.
Amber could hear the work going on downstairs, the pounding of hammer tools and the sound of a power saw in her front yard. And throughout the day, she heard Latin Banda music playing on the Bluetooth speaker one of the men had brought.
She took a break at around noon to eat some lunch. She offered to make the men sandwiches, and they accepted with gratitude. Amber decided to eat with the men, and they sat on folding chairs retrieved from her garage. She could see progress and liked how the new flooring was looking. They were about a quarter of the way done.
The four of them enjoyed the conversation during lunch. Amber asked questions about each man’s background and learned that Jorge was recently divorced, and Enzo and Luis were single. Jorge had emigrated from Ecuador thirteen years ago, while Enzo and Luis had come to the U.S. from Mexico under five years ago. Enzo played on a community soccer team, while Jorge and Luis were in a local band together; Jorge sang and played the violin, and Luis played guitar.
Amber felt a real connection to the men, and they expressed their appreciation for her care and hospitality.
“You’re the first customer who ate lunch with us,” Luis said with sincere gratitude. “Thank you,” he added, looking at her with a genuine countenance. Amber was touched and fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat.
After lunch, Amber went back upstairs, and the men resumed their work. By around 4:30, Jorge called up to her to tell her they were leaving and would return tomorrow. Amber called down her acknowledgment and went downstairs when she heard the front door close. Dusty pieces of cut flooring and tools were left behind, and Amber smiled at the memory of her visit with the crew.
When Paul got home from work, he also admired the progress that had been made. “I can almost see it all done,” he said, wrapping his arm around his wife.
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The next morning, Amber became conscious of some noise downstairs, the sound of someone walking around and humming a tune! Her eyes darted open, looking at her clock. It read, “7:55.” She knew that was too early for the workers, but Paul usually left their house by 7:30. She wondered who was in her house!
Jumping out of bed and throwing on her robe, she grabbed the baseball bat next to her nightstand and crept down her stairs, her heart racing.
She let out a loud sigh of relief—and maybe a little surprise—to see Enzo, with earbuds in his ears, setting up his tools for the day. Beyond him, the front door was open, and Jorge and Luis were walking in. Luis was carrying a pink box of pastries. All three looked up at her, their eyes wide.
“Oh! Hi, guys,” Amber stammered. “You’re early today!”
“Oh, Miss Amber,” Jorge began with his sweet Spanish accent, realizing she had been startled. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you. We called your husband to see if we could start early. He let us in before he left.”
Appreciating the explanation and at the same time feeling frustrated with her husband for not telling her before he left, Amber rested the tip of the bat on the cement floor.
“It’s fine,” she said, smiling. “I was just afraid someone I didn’t know was in my house!”
“Would you like some pan dulce?” Luis asked as he set the box on the kitchen counter and opened it, revealing the colorful Latin pastries inside. “We just wanted to return the favor for lunch yesterday,” he grinned.
“That is so sweet of you,” she responded as she followed them into her kitchen.
Luis placed the box on the counter, and Amber took a pink one from the box and bit into it.
The men also gathered around and made small talk with Amber as they shared in the breakfast fellowship.
Amber caught Luis looking at her chest and realized her satin robe had fallen loose, exposing a little more of her chest than it should have in such company. She remembered she was only wearing panties under the robe! She quickly pulled it together, holding it there as she took the last bites of her pastry.
She suddenly felt very vulnerable, remembering she was only wearing panties under her silky robe. Almost involuntarily, her mind replayed the images of the gangbang video she and Paul had watched two nights ago. She imagined being taken by these sweet but masculine men right there in her kitchen, and she could feel her pulse quickening and blood rushing to her pussy!
Amber decided she should go upstairs and take a nice bath, and try to avoid doing something that she might regret.
“I’m… going back upstairs,” she said, thinking of each word before she said them. “I’ll be in the bath.”
She quickly lamented telling the men that much, but she didn’t add anything and decided she just needed to leave the comment alone.
She walked away towards the stairs, and could feel their eyes on her back as she moved. Reaching the stairs, she hurried up them, entered her bedroom, and rapidly closed the door behind her. She leaned against it, catching her breath while imagining the men following her, laying her on her bed, and being pleasured by them in all manner of methods, all at once!
Then she recalled her college roommate’s group sex story, and how she was covetous of her friend’s experience. She recalled more of the gangbang scene she watched with Paul, how the woman “squirted” like she had a couple weeks ago with Bill at the plumbing outlet, and her frustration at how she had not been able to repeat that experience.
Tossing her robe onto the bed and stepping out of her panties, she filled her bathtub with warm water. Amber added some lavender oil to the bath and sank into it with her eyes closed, letting its warmth embrace her like a blanket.
In no time, she began fondling her breasts. Seconds later, she was moving her hand between her legs. She pictured young Enzo above her, as if he were preparing to penetrate her. She slipped two fingers between her folds, moving them in and out of her opening. Her breath hitched, and her fingers began moving furiously when all of a sudden…
…there was a soft knock on her bedroom door!
Then, a voice from behind it: “Excuse me, Miss Amber?” It was Jorge.
Trying to make her voice sound calm, Amber responded loudly. “Yes?”
“We need you to come make a decision about the baseboards,” his faint voice said from behind the door.
Amber couldn’t believe the terrible timing of his interruption! She really needed some sexual relief! For a moment, she considered finishing her act of self-love first, or going downstairs right now. Begrudgingly, she opted for the latter, not wanting to possibly reveal her activities with a delay.
“Okay!” she called back. “I’ll be down in a minute!”
She opened the drain of her tub, stood, snatched her towel that was hanging on the rack nearby, and began patting it along her skin to dry off.
Stepping out of the tub, she grabbed her robe off the bed and tied the sash around her waist. She didn’t bother with panties, assuming this would be a quick decision and she could “finish” her act on her bed. She opened her bedroom door and quickly jogged down the stairs with a tinge of frustration.
In the bare living room, Amber found Jorge standing at a corner. Luis was kneeling in the same corner. He appeared to be working on the baseboards on the wall.
“Do you want the corner diagonal, or squared?” Jorge asked her.
Looking intently at the corner, distracted by the ache between her legs and the images of the gangbang movie she couldn’t shake, she made two impromptu decisions.
“Squared,” she responded, untying her sash and letting the robe fall off of her shoulders.
“But I think it’s time for a break,” she added quietly.
The men were stunned for a few seconds, and Amber almost worried she made a fool of herself.
“I… I’m sorry,” she said, starting to bend down to retrieve her robe. “I just… really like you guys and I… needed this.”
But before she could excuse herself in utter humiliation, young Enzo came to her at lightning speed. He began to kiss Amber passionately and put his hands on her ass, rubbing it gently as they kissed.
Amber heard one of the others close the front door, and then sensed both of the other men close by. The sound of the Banda music continued in the background.
Six hands caressed her soft skin, rubbing her neck, shoulders, and back. Enzo began fondling her breasts, causing her kisses to be more urgent on his lips as their tongues danced around each other.
Enzo paused their kissing to bend his head down to begin kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples. Amber felt goosebumps cascade down her body in response to all the stimulation!
Luis kissed his way down Amber’s back and parted her ass with his hands to admire her intimate area’s beauty before plunging his face between the spongy lobes. Amber didn’t know who it was, but she could feel a tongue sliding up and down her slit and teasing her anus. She instinctively bent slightly at the waist to give the man better access to her goods.
Meanwhile, Enzo kept playing with her tits, alternating between squeezing and pinching her nipple on one while licking and sucking the other.
When she saw Jorge unbuttoning his shirt from the corner of her eye, she realized it was Luis who was providing her with the oral pleasure below!
“¡Qué bien!” she heard Luis growl hungrily as he devoured her sex. She remembered that it meant something was “good” from her college Spanish class. She was glad to hear and understand it.
Amber was really getting aroused now. She pressed her crack into Luis’ face while Enzo stood and began taking off his clothes. Her half-lidded eyes widened when she saw Enzo’s long cock. It wasn’t very “girthy,” but long enough to hit some places deep within her body. It was already rock-hard!
Enzo then stepped toward her, and she bent over further so that his cock was at her face. She happily opened her mouth and let him slide it in!
“Ohhh, sí, gatita,” purred Enzo.
She didn’t know what a “gatita” was, but she knew what “sí” meant, and hearing someone talk about her in their native tongue was so erotic!
Her mouth had become a passive receptacle to Enzo’s long tool as it slid in and out of her lips.
Amber saw Jorge standing next to Enzo fully naked, so she reached out to his flaccid cock and began fondling it. As his manhood responded to her touch, she wrapped her left hand around it and started stroking it as she continued sucking Enzo and as Luis persisted performing oral behind her.
Soon, the room was a cacophony of moans, groans, and Latin music.
Amber needed someone inside of her, and now! Pulling her head away from Enzo for a moment, she begged, “Somebody fuck me, please!”
Everyone stood upright and Jorge led her by the hand to an area on the floor that had a quilted pad spread on it. He laid down on his back and motioned for Amber to mount him. She happily complied!
Sliding herself down on him, she began to ride him, slowly at first. Soon, Jorge put his hands on her waist and began thrusting up into her at a quicker pace, smiling at her as they found their rhythm.
Enzo and Luis, meanwhile, stood to the side, stroking themselves at the carnal scene before them, thinking of the ways they would take this beautiful, ravenous married woman when it was their turn!
The Banda music continued to play over the speaker. Even though Amber didn’t know what the lyrics meant, the music was driving her libido!
She could feel an orgasm building within her, and, closing her eyes, she began to moan around Luis’ shaft as it slipped back and forth.
“¡Me encanta este coño!” Jorge growled through gritted teeth as Amber began to fuck him faster. He could feel sweat on his forehead and chest from the exertion.
Luis backed away to prevent himself from climaxing too soon, and both he and Enzo watched from the side, stroking themselves slowly as they lusted after the sexy married woman before them. Luis was finally taking all of his clothes off.
Finally, Amber’s pleasure crested, and her orgasm caused her to shudder uncontrollably for a few seconds, ceasing her ride on Jorge.
Graciously, Jorge patted Amber’s hips to indicate that it was ok for her to dismount him. He knew he could climax some other way today.
She fell off of him and lay on the quilt on her side, catching her breath as Jorge stood again. Enzo then knelt at her feet, raising her leg with his hand and sliding his rigid tool into her with a smooth motion. Amber gasped.
“Oh, yes, Baby,” he said. “Your pussy feels so good!”
He began rocking his hips, and his living sex doll began to moan again, occasionally yelping, “Yes!”
After a couple minutes of this, Enzo felt Amber’s warm tunnel clasp tightly around his cock. She was cumming again, and he smiled at her response to his technique.
Just before his own climax, Enzo pulled out and slid his cock on her soft thigh until he spurted his seed all over it. He slowed his humping of her leg until he was spent. Then he got to his feet again.
Luis stepped forward and offered his hand to Amber. She smiled up at him and took his hand as he helped her to her feet.
He escorted her over to one of the sawhorses that were set up in her living room. This one had another quilted pad folded over on it. He gestured toward it.
“Get on it on your stomach,” he said, smiling.
Amber straddled the sawhorse and leaned forward, so her tummy was resting flat on the pad and her ass was pointing at the ceiling. Her hands were folded on the rest of the sawhorse in front of her, and she could feel Luis positioning himself behind her. Then she felt the head of his cock sliding up and down her slick folds teasingly.
Then she felt him press forward. She felt her pussy stretching wide open, almost uncomfortably. She realized she’d never taken a good look at his cock yet, since he started out eating her from behind and undressed while she was in the throes of riding Jorge.
It felt like he was going to split her apart, and he hadn’t even bottomed out yet! Finally, Amber felt the tip of his tool touch her cervix—a feeling she’d never experienced before! It felt like a deep, intense pressure that added to the stimulation on her vaginal walls.
“Oh my god!” she cried at the experience.
Luis began to slide backward, almost pulling out, then plunged back into her now-stretched sex.
“AH!” she cried out again, her voice echoing throughout the room. “It’s so fucking BIG!”
Luis picked up the pace, now truly fucking her with his giant endowment.
With each thrust, Amber wailed in blissful euphoria. Her eyes clenched, her teeth bared in a mix of pleasure and pain.
Then, she felt Luis press the tip of his thumb into her ass, and she lost all control. She felt that old sensation of suddenly having a full bladder and climaxed around his shaft, while feeling a warm fluid running down her thighs, and she knew: she had finally squirted again!
Luis felt it on his groin and running down his thighs, too. And his continued thrusting splashed it all around them, creating small puddles at their feet.
“¡Mierda!!” he chuckled. “¡Ella chorreó!” [“She squirted!”], he declared, and the other men chuckled with him.
Gripping her hips and thrusting hard a few more times, he buried himself deep within her and stiffened, filling her with copious ropes of his thick, hot seed.
Luis pulled out of her with a faint “pop!” He watched his essence fall in globs onto the quilted pad and down to the cement floor as her back heaved with each breath.
“I… I squirted,” Amber said shakily.
“Yeah, you did!” Luis said with a tinge of pride for his part in it.
Swinging her leg over the sawhorse and standing on her feet again, Amber was a little wobbly.
“I’ve only done that once before,” she laughed nervously, again feeling a little embarrassed and yet victorious.
“And, oh!” she said, her eyes wide as she looked at the wet floor. “I made a mess on the floor!”
Enzo smiled in mock surprise. “Another leak in your house!”
Everyone laughed.
“We’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” Jorge said warmly.
Then Luis spoke up again as his breathing was slowing back down to normal.
“Jorge, did you finish with Miss Amber?”
Amber’s eyes went wide again. “Oh! I don’t think you did,” she said, looking at Jorge with sympathy. “But… I don’t think I could handle another… screwing,” she finished.
“Ah, it’s okay, Miss Amber,” Jorge said graciously. “Maybe… can you…?” Then he opened his mouth in an “o” and moved his closed fist back and forth in front of it.
“Absolutely,” she answered with a broad smile. “Get over here.”
Jorge walked over to the pad that was on the floor, and Amber joined him. She moved in close and kissed him sweetly before sinking to her knees and stroking his semi-soft manhood until it was hard again. Then she leaned forward with her warm, wet mouth and slid her lips over him.
“Mmm,” he groaned.
Amber felt Luis’ cum still dripping with a light trickle from between her folds, but didn’t concern herself with it as she was on the quilted pad.
Sucking Jorge with enthusiasm, she thought it was the least she could do to swallow his eventual load and braced herself for that.
Looking into his eyes, Amber expressed affection as she gave him a sloppy blowjob, her cheeks hollowing each time she pulled back. She sensed her stringy saliva dripping from her chin as she continued showing adoration for his tool. As Jorge looked down at her, he knew he would be climaxing in mere seconds.
“Oh, Miss Amber,” he began with his accent, “I’m going to…”
“Mm-hm!” Amber hummed around his shaft, consenting to it.
Then he stiffened, grabbed her head, groaned loudly, and shot his load into her mouth! Amber felt a dribble of his cum running down her chin, mixing with her drool, but otherwise swallowed every drop!
Wiping her chin with the back of her hand as she stood, she again kissed Jorge gently.
“Gracias,” he said with a boyish grin.
“De nada,” she smiled back at him, recalling the little Spanish vocabulary she knew.
Looking around, she saw three naked men beaming at her, each one totally satisfied. Indeed, her own extreme sexual hunger earlier was satiated.
“Well,” Amber finally sighed, “you guys ready for some lunch?”
The men laughed as they started getting dressed again, different forms of affirmative answers coming from each one simultaneously.
Jorge began, “Miss Amber, after lunch, we’ll get back to work. We’ll stay as long as it takes to finish the job today.”
Amber was very touched, since they had originally planned on finishing tomorrow. “And we won’t charge the company for the extra time,” he added, essentially saying they were donating the additional time tonight.
“Are you sure? It’s okay, you don’t have to do that,” she responded.
“It’s our way of thanking you for showing us such… kindness,” he said.
Again, more chuckles from everyone at the sweet innuendo.
“Well, thank you,” Amber replied, tying the sash of her robe again as she walked barefoot into her kitchen. She could still feel the dampness between her legs from Luis’s cum, and the soreness from the fucking, but she was in a blissful state after her first gangbang.
As she bent at the waist to look inside her open refrigerator, Luis nudged Enzo with his elbow and nodded his head toward the sight of the satin material hugging Amber’s round ass. Enzo smiled back at Luis wickedly, wagging his eyebrows in acknowledgment, extending his hands as if they were gripping a woman’s waist and thrusting his hips forward a couple times. They shared a private laugh.
The men brought the folding chairs back inside from the garage and set them up in a circle. They all sat and ate more sandwiches on paper plates, laughing at jokes and funny stories.
As she collected everyone’s paper plates and soda cans, Amber told the men she would be going back upstairs to finish her bath and they could continue working.
After getting herself clean in the bathtub again, without the need to masturbate this time, Amber dressed and sat on her bed watching TV. She could hear the music, the sound of the rotary saw and pounding of mallets, excited to see the finished product a day early! It was yet another advantage of her sexual escapades to turn this disaster around to something more positive, like the refund Bill had given her for the toilet.
At around 5:30, Paul got home from work. Entering their bedroom, he expressed confusion about seeing the men still working downstairs.
“The work looks almost done,” he said with amazement. “They got here early this morning. Why are they working so late?”
“I’m so glad you mentioned them coming early, since you forgot to tell me and I thought an intruder was in our house when I heard noise downstairs!” she said with an edge of anger.
“Oh, shoot!” Paul said, slapping his forehead. “I completely forgot! I am so sorry that scared you, and I’m glad you’re ok,” he apologized. “But still, why are they working this late?”
“Oh, I fed them lunch, so they offered to stay to finish the job as a way of saying ‘Thank you.’”
“Wow, that’s some ‘Thank you!’” Paul scoffed. “What did you feed them? A steak dinner?”
Amber smiled. “I guess they thought my sandwiches were pretty spectacular.”
“I guess so!” Paul laughed, leaning in to kiss his wife’s forehead. “You’ll have to make me one of those soon,” he added.
Amber chuckled at his unintended risqué suggestion. “Oh, I’m sure I will!”
When Paul had changed into comfortable clothes, he sat with her on the bed and reflected on his workday. About an hour later, they could hear the loud sound of vacuum cleaners downstairs.
They went downstairs hand-in-hand to watch the final touches being finished… power tools, sawhorses, and quilted pads being taken out to the crew’s truck, and of course the vacuuming being done by Jorge and Enzo.
Finally, by around 7:00 pm, the exhausted men were done with all the work. Paul took pictures of the men posing on the finished flooring, and for some reason, he insisted that Amber join them for a couple of photos. Even though it was Paul’s idea, Amber was secretly happy to have photos to remember her special time with them.
The men left their home at around 7:20, and Paul and Amber ordered dinner to be delivered.
They knew that coming weekend, Ray would come install their new toilet, and the movers would return to place all the furniture in their garage back into the house.
Their lives would soon be back to normal. In the end, aside from the inconvenience of living without their furniture for a few days and paying Ray to install the toilet, they'd come through the ordeal surprisingly well—and had even gotten the toilet at an enormous discount. Amber decided that someday soon, she would tell Paul the secrets behind those unexpected benefits, but not just yet. It was a little whimsical just keeping those stories to herself for now.
