4 comments/ 55180 views/ 3 favorites The Construction Worker By: okayjack Some readers already know about my wife. She is hot and sexy and we love to live out fantasies. She is normally a very proper Southern lady and very professional. However, she can also be a bit slutty and she always tells me about her adventures. This is one of them. You are in Washington, DC for three days of meetings. You were already horny when you went to Washington but on this morning you woke up in great need. After stirring around, brushing your teeth and having a Coke Zero to get the day started, you dig into your suitcase and find some "toys" you brought along to satisfy your needs. It is a cool morning with sun streaming in your first floor hotel room. The French doors open onto a small terrace giving you a good view of the pool and some construction work on a brick wall surrounding the pool. As you open the sheer curtains and then the doors you are struck by the appearance of a tall, lean, blonde construction worker who is walking past your room. He does not notice you but you check him out from head to toe. He is tall, maybe 6'2" tall and wiry....lean and fit. He has surfer boy blonde hair worn long....touching the collar of his shirt. He has his sleeves pushed up revealing tan skin from working outside all day and muscular arms from the gym or from his work. He moves with the grace of an athlete and you are intrigued. Viewing him from your room only serves to exacerbate your deep carnal needs. You are wearing a short, white negligee and lay down on the bed, toys nearby along with a bottle of water. You leave the doors open with the sheer curtains parted in the middle giving you a view of the workers and the pool area. You begin by rubbing your clitoris lightly and as you close your eyes your mind wanders to me, past lovers, hard cocks and the growing wetness between your legs. It takes only moments before you have your first glorious climax. You spread your legs wider and dip your finger into your wetness. You hear the voices of the workers but with your eyes closed you have no idea if they can see you. In fact, you hope they do. You don't mind putting on a show and the thought of someone or a few men watching you bring yourself to orgasm after orgasm thrills you even more. Before you know it you are close to another climax and you dig your fingers into your wet vagina. You cum with a loud groan and your body shudders and trembles with the release. You are unaware that the hunky blonde construction worker is watching silently outside your doors. He heard the noise as he was walking by to get some water and peeked in through the doors and curtains. Watching you with fingers inserted stopped him dead in his tracks as he waited silently for you to reach that magic moment. He moves closer to the doors to get a better look. He cannot believe what he is seeing and he is mesmerized by your body and the actions on the bed. You slowly open your eyes, aware that someone is watching. You see him looking in boldly making no attempt to hide his actions. You raise your head slightly and smile sexily. As you pull your fingers out of your sopping pussy, you move them to your mouth and lick them slowly. He continues his stare, smiling and moving closer. You crook your finger and motion for him to come closer......or is to come in? He moves to the doors, tentative and not wanting to trespass if he is not really invited. You spread your legs wider giving him full view of your wetness and motion again with your fingers. Come in, come on. He moves silently and quickly to the bed dropping his tool belt and shirt as he moves to you. The sight of his tanned body, muscular torso and blonde hairs on his chest excite you beyond measure. He does not speak but drops to his knees and grabs your ankles, gently at first and then moves you to the edge of the bed. He kneels beside the bed and spreads your legs as wide as they will go. You pull the negligee over your head fully exposing your beautiful breasts. You are naked and give in to the moment. He stares at your pussy and then moves his tongue to your sex. He laps slowly from your anus to your clitoris and then reverses the motion. He uses his tongue in a flat, lapping motion up and the down, lingering on your anus. This stimulates you beyond belief. He finally begins to nibble on your clit and it takes you only seconds to cum loud and long on his mouth. He slows, allowing you to recover slightly but then he quickly inserts his long tongue into your vagina. He begins tongue fucking you slowly at first and then with an urgency. You return his motions by rotating your hips and pushing up onto his mouth so that he obtains maximum tongue penetration. He plunges his tongue deep into your sex and you reward him with a gushing climax. Your juices spray his mouth, lips and face and runs down your legs to your ass. He moves back slightly and admires the view. Your eyes are still closed as you come down from the enormous orgasm. You are aware that he is standing up. You hear the zipper on his trousers and cannot help but open your eyes to see what gifts he has brought you. He drops his work pants revealing red bikini briefs. They look so sexy on his tan, muscular legs. The blonde hairs on his chest and legs makes you think of a California surfer. His blue eyes burn a hole in your body as he stares hungrily down at you. Your eyes move from his briefs to his eyes and you lock on to his gaze. You lick your lips never saying a word. He slowly lowers the briefs but you already know there is a wonderful prize under the fabric because you can see the large bulge pushing the fabric obscenely. You cannot wait to see it. Finally he lowers the briefs and an enormous cock pops out of them. It is thick with veins bulging on either side. The head is large and shaped like a helmet. His pubic hair matches his blonde scalp hair and you cannot wait to feel him close. He is now completely naked and his body is gorgeous. You look him up and down and smile waiting to see what he does next. He leans down and picks up your legs and moves them back to the bed. He climbs onto the bed beside you and kisses you deeply. You taste your climax on his lips and it is delicious, spurring you on to want more and more. As he kisses you deeply you reach for his cock and cannot believe its girth and hardness. It is velvety to the touch but hard as steel. You rub its entire length loving the feeling of hardness in your hand. You move up and down and continue to kiss him deeply. He rolls on top of you and you feel the hardness pressing into your thigh. He spreads your legs and moves lower, his cock pressing against your outer lips. You spread wider, wanting him inside you now. You reach down and spread your pussy lips for him. He grabs his cock and guides it straight between your fingers and waiting vagina. He pushes in slowly and the feeling of his large and engorged cock is more than you can stand. He pushes in about 2 inches causing you to cum out loud and gush wetness onto his cock. He takes this cue and pushes in deeply plunging all 9 inches deep into your vaginal cavity. The feeling is heavenly. You grab his shoulders and pull him to you so you can kiss him again. He pulls his cock back slightly and then plunges in even deeper as his tongue finds your waiting mouth. You raise your legs into the air wanting him deep inside you. He moves back slightly and puts your legs on his shoulders. He pushes back and your legs are almost over your head allowing him to drive deeply into your vagina. You love the feeling and soon the pace quickens as you begin fucking each other with a sense of urgency. He pounds you in and out and in and out with your legs splayed wide. You return the urgency cuming once, twice, three times more. Each climax seems more intense than the previous one. Each time you cum you hope that his release is near but yet he keeps pounding and it is you who keeps on cuming over and over. Finally, he slows and you know he has not cum. He gently rolls you over onto your knees and you eagerly await his next plunge into you. You raise your ass high in the air giving him unfettered access and an enormously sexy view. He admires your ass and moves his fingers to your anus. He pushes very gently with his fingers already wet with his own saliva. He pushes first one then two fingers into your ass and you push back. Soon he moves up and you are expecting his cock in your ass. You are somewhat disappointed when he enters your vagina with a hard plunge pushing all the way to his balls. It feels heavenly and you push back hard. He strokes you slowly in and out, in and out and you are near another climax. Soon you are both rewarded with a deep, wet climax. You gush onto his cock dripping down your legs. Slowly he withdraws and you realize what he was doing. He wanted you to cum on his cock again so it would be good and wet for the anal penetration. You push your ass higher in the air, knowing what is coming next. You feel the large cockhead pushing against your outer ring and you push against him to help. He pushes slowly but steadily and soon the helmet shaped head pops into your anal cavity. It feels heavenly in your aroused state. He pushes slowly but surely until it is all the way in. You can feel his hairy balls against your ass. He is deep inside you. He slowly moves back and you want him to stay deep inside. You are rewarded with his next thrust as he plunges all the way in again, and then slowly back out. Soon the pace quickens and you feel another climax coming. You know these are different than the vaginal or clitoral climaxes and you anticipate the feeling. You are so horny and push against him urgently. You quicken the pace wanting to feel it all, feel it deep inside you and most important, you want to cum on that cock. Soon you explode with a deep guttural yelp and the climax comes from deep, deep inside you. It grows as you climax and it continues for what seems like minutes. You push back as he pushes into you and the climax lasts for an eternity. It feels soooo good. As you return to the moment coming down from the high of the climax you are aware that he has not climaxed yet. Although not a word has been spoken between you to this point, you look back over your shoulder and say, "What about you? How do you want to cum?" He smiles and looks down at you telling you he wants to cum in your ass. You ask him to be gentle but please cum in you now. He moves again, slowly at first and then faster. His cock seems to grow in length and width. It feels huge in your ass. You suddenly realize that you feel another climax building and cannot believe it after the enormous and gut-wrenching climax you just had. But it builds deep inside you and you hope you can cum before he does. You need another one. His pace quickens and he is pounding into you with a fury. You push back with an equal momentum and you are both sweating, needy, driving to that moment of mutual pleasure. He says he is close and you reply that you are too. Lets cum together. You can tell he is close and you cum first, loudly, screaming with pleasure and release. Soon he begins with a deep growl, like a giant animal cuming for pure release and pleasure. He gushes deep inside you and you can feel the hot cum pouring into your bowels. It feels wonderful. Over and over he spurts into you and you feel every drop. It adds to the wonderful feeling of your post climax relaxation. He slowly pulls out of you and rolls you over. He lays down beside you and kisses you deeply. You reach down to grab his cock and to your amazement, it is still rock hard. You grab its girth and slowly begin to stroke it. He remains hard and if it is possible, he seems to grow in your hand. You ask him to bring a warm wash cloth so you can clean his cock and he does so willingly. He cleans his growing cock with the wash cloth. He then slowly moves your head to his cock and you get the chance to see it up close for the first time. It is beautiful and you love the feel of it. You like the blonde pubic hair and twirl your fingers in it as you move your lips to his cock. How can he still be hard? Your lips move down the shaft and you cannot believe how good that giant cock feels between your lips. It is thick and long and wonderful. You move up and down, slowly at first and then eagerly wanting to see if he can cum again. After all the climaxes you have had, you certainly want to return the favor as often as he can stand it. His fingers are in your hair and you move up and down as your hand grips his cock and follows your wet lips up and down, up and down. Soon his cock seems to grow in your mouth and in your hand. You quicken the pace sensing that he is close. You want him to cum in your mouth and you suck harder. Soon you are rewarded with an enormous climax. You cannot believe it because he just came hard and long in your ass. As he explodes you savor the salty taste and swallow the enormous load in one, two and then three mouthfuls. It tastes heavenly. You move back up to his chest enjoying the view. You don't even know his name and you don't care. You move up to kiss him and he returns the kiss deeply. As he rolls over to look at the clock you are both surprised to learn that over an hour has passed. He tells you he is sorry but he must return to work. As he kisses you once more and climbs out of bed to retrieve his clothes, you hear laughing and clapping. The entire work crew is outside your French doors laughing and applauding the performance. You smile but are somewhat disappointed that you did not know they were there. Once he is dressed and you have your negligee back on you stand to kiss him and he pats you lovingly on the ass. "Do you come here often?" You smile and say, "Not likely I will ever be here again. But thanks for everything. You were wonderful." He says, "By the way, I did not even get your name." You smile and say, "Don't worry about my name. Just remember the moment. It was wonderful. Thanks." He strolls out to the patio and looks back and smiles over his shoulder. He cannot believe what has just happened and as you close the doors and the curtains you smile, wave and blow him a kiss. A hot shower is going to feel really good. And you can't wait to tell me the story of how the fantasy of the construction worker has finally come true. Delicious!! And you don't even have to send a thank you note since you do not know his name. The Construction Workers The building of their extension had been moving along nicely. There had been delays, a week when the old sewage pipe in the ground collapsed and needed replacing. Then the site foreman passed away and it was a further two weeks before the small work force returned with a new foreman. John and Paula Brown had moved into the property twelve years earlier with the sole intention of extending the property, they had seen its potential and were now trying to capitalise on it. The financial climate at the time indicated that it was a good to time to make better their home. They had been married for sixteen years and work started just after their sixteenth wedding anniversary. Paula, like most women, has two personalities. If you knew the couple, you would say that Paula wore the shoes in the house. She was a strong confident woman with high moral standards, she can be cool and calculating even shrewd. John, her husband, you would class as being the complete opposite, when at home. At work, he is a hard sale executive who isn't afraid to take risks. The company valued him for his sometimes-ruthless negotiating skills and the amount of business he'd procured. Yet, when he is at home, he is content to leave Paula in charge of the domestic issues. He likes the quiet life, to come home and immerse himself in his hobbies, tease his two beautiful daughters mercilessly and maintaining his garden. He has no problem in allowing Paula to be in charge. However, there is a kind of role reversal when they enter the bedroom or when John instigates sex. Paula for all her confidence and moral standards becomes the submissive, not in the true sense of the word but she allows John to take control and set the rules when it comes to sex. That is the way it has been for all their married life. Like all heroes of legend, they all have their Achilles heel. Though Paula may wear the shoes, she has a weakness that breaks down that strong, confident woman. Since having two children, she has disliked her breasts with a passion. They have lost all their firmness and sag considerably, for the past eight or nine years Paula had grown a complex about them and always ensured no one would see anything of her breasts. She would ensure that her bras would encase the sagging flesh completely. Whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, she would cringe in despair while mauling her breasts. The one thing Paula always wanted was to keep the shape and firmness of her figure but after two children, it was never to be. John on the other hand liked her breasts just as they are and that infuriated Paula. From the very first day Anas arrived at the property she felt uncomfortable, she could tell he was always looking at her. At first, she just dismissed it as her imagination. However, within days she realised it wasn't. With John at work and the kids at school, she was not only doing her chores but made the workers cups of tea and sandwiches. At these times, they would all talk to her, Anas mostly, discussing the work on the extension. One day John was in the kitchen having his breakfast. He was late this day as he had an appointment with a client not far from home and to go to the office first would have been pointless. He sat eating his cereal when Anas came to the door, "Good morning Mr Brown," he said with a huge smile, "What a lovely day?" John turned to look towards the door and replied, "Aye that it is, Anas." "We don't get mornings like this in Syria, here the sun gently warms the air and you can feel the coolness of the night slowly warm up. In Syria, as soon as the sun comes over the horizon, it is hot and I mean hot and humid. I like this kind of weather." "Yes that's one of the good things about our climate Anas, but you wait until the winter gets here then you'll want to get straight back home for some of that warmth." Anas laughed his white teeth bright, too bright John thought. "You're right there Mr Brown your winters are too cold for me, in October I go home." "Back to your wife; does she not mind you being away for so long?" John asked. "That is a fair question Mr Brown. Alas after but a few weeks she tells me she is fed up with me being home and she kicks me out to fine work. Work in Syria not pay much that is why I come to England and earn money," he replied, I send the money home and we have a good life and when I go home I can sit around and drink coffee while watching the pretty girls go by." "That sounds good to me too, Anas but I wouldn't get away with it, and Paula would kill me if she saw me looking at pretty girls." "My friend what you have to remember is this, what the eyes don't see the heart won't grieve over." "I know that saying, Anas but you know what women are like they always seem to know what you've been up to." "That is one thing I can agree on, Mr Brown. My wife must be a witch with a crystal ball, as she sometimes seems to know what I have been doing. But I do manage to get one over on her now and again and that pleases me." John laughed and continued with his breakfast. "Your home is well on the way to being finished, Mr Brown soon we will all be gone." "We hope so, Anas we hope so." At that moment, Paula walked into the room carrying two glasses and an empty bottle of wine. She'd obviously picked them up on her way through to the kitchen. Paula had completely forgotten herself especially when there are several builders moving about the place. She came into the kitchen and both Anas and John looked at her dressed in her flimsy nightshirt showing a lot of thigh and the wobble of her tits as she walked. "Morning Mrs Brown," Anas spoke. His voice broke her thoughts and suddenly Paula realised the position she was in, "Lovely morning?" She stopped in her tracks; "Oh!" quickly put the glasses and wine bottle down on the worktop and crossed her arms. "Oh morning Anas, yes it is a lovely morning." John watched her face colour up as her embarrassment grew. Paula stood there unsure of what to do next when she looked at John, made a beeline to the table, and sat down using her husband to shield her from Anas. Noticing Paula's embarrassment he said, "Well I suppose I'd better get back to the grunts and see what they're up too." He looked over at John and smiled. The chair Paula sat on gave a good view of her legs and thighs, she'd crossed her legs and this only emphasised the shape of her thighs. Nevertheless, what he did like when she entered the kitchen was the way her breasts gently bounced under the nightshirt. He took one more look in Paula's direction, hidden from his view, he realised that there could be a challenge here with this woman and he really felt like a challenge. As the days went by so Anas made sure he could be close, his talks with her became gentle and meaningful. He understood her plans of decorating the house once the building had finished. Slowly, as the days got longer and the work progressed his words had become more than that. Very quickly, her usual strong demeanour softened towards him and she found herself listening more closely to what he had to say. Within his words, she found a passionate creativity. He made her laugh and sometimes brought tears to her eyes with stories of life back home. The words he spoke would spin a web of romantic longing and when she spoke, he would transform her words into stories of their own. Boring deep into their meanings, he twisted them with deceit and desire to find an element of romantic and sexual truth. His subtle words brought an undercurrent of dynamic tension and she felt this. It swayed her and slowly bent her to his whim. That strong outward shell that protected her melted like snow from this man's gentle, warm seductive words. Like a little girl, she found herself becoming obsessed with him. At first, she would search for him just a couple of times a day then it was more or the time spent with him got longer. Then, suddenly, she found herself doing things for him. He was appreciative and she liked it. The requests were menial at first and slowly they changed and she changed. Later, with hindsight, it was about this time John realised something had changed in his wife. Of course, at the time John didn't have a clue. But at that time what he saw he liked. He liked the idea that Paula had turned full circle and was now looking the woman she really was. Brunette, nice figure, not skinny and yet not fat. She has large dark eyes that seem to shine when you look into them. After two kids and fourteen years of marriage, she was still looking attractive. Her dress sense had reverted to when they were first married with slightly shorter dresses and skirts. She was wearing more makeup, not a great deal more but enough for him to notice. Paula had become closer, she would cuddle up to John in the evenings and he liked it. Moreover, in bed she seemed a lot more responsive. Hindsight is one thing, but at the time, John was like most men, blind as a bat! John had taken a couple of days off work; this is something he'd planned to do as the extension progressed to its conclusion. He was working in the rear of the property clearing a section of ground where he intended to build a patio and sun house. This had been something he wanted to do for several years. This section of the garden was overgrown and would need a lot of hard work to clear the ground sufficiently for his project. The work was hard and the weather hot, it wasn't long before he could do with a cool drink. He looked up the garden towards the house and to his surprise saw his wife walking down the path towards him carrying a glass of juice. "That's perfect timing," he said to himself. He came away from the pile of overgrowth and stepped onto the path to watch his wife come to him. The sun was shining over the house and into his eyes. His sunglasses were having trouble keeping the glare reduced but he could clearly see his wife walk towards him along the path. As she walked the half way mark, the sun shone through her summer dress making it practically transparent. As she came closer, he could clearly see her legs and the small gap at the top of her thighs. It was quite an erotic sight to be sure and he smiled to himself, as he knew that if Paula knew she was displaying herself like that she'd be running for the wardrobe to change. However, as Paula came to him and just before the angle was lost he saw something that shocked him. Something he thought she'd never do. Paula was actually walking down the garden path with no knickers on. He could clearly see her wild bush silhouetted against her dress. Then the scene was gone as the angle was lost. Paula smiled at him, "Thought you needed a drink as you're working so hard," she looked past him, "Hi Digger." John turned to Digger standing behind him. He saw the smile on his face and John instantly realised he'd seem exactly what he'd seen. "Thanks sweetheart you're a gem," he replied taking the bottle of beer and taking a swig. "Once you've broken up all those branches what are you going to do with it all?" Paula asked looking at the large pile of branches. "Burn it, I'd need a lorry to clear this lot away and dump." "Maybe we could clear out that old shed behind the garage and burn that too?" "Depends what it is, I'll look into it." "Well I've got some washing to do, I'll see you in a bit," said Paula turning and walking back up the path. John stood there and watched his wife walk away. The sun again shone through her dress and with great interest, he tried to discover whether she really was sporting a naked beaver but he was disappointed as her arse, as nice as it was, got in the way. Blimey, has Paula lost her senses. She's only ever done that once before and that was while they were on their honeymoon. "Nice sunny day Mr Brown?" Digger said. "Lovely, can't complain though." "Got your work cut out there," he said as he followed Paula up the path carrying some tools. As the extension took shape, so the mess around the house intensified and a week later Paula found herself constantly cleaning dust from the areas not immediately affected by the building work. She was in the lounge dusting again, when Anas entered, "Are Mrs Brown, please may I speak with you?" He asked with that huge grin. Paula jumped with surprise, "Oh, hello Anas." "I have come to see you about your answer?" "Yes I suppose you have," she replied sheepishly. That hard exterior Paula had disappeared in an instant as she stood in the lounge looking at the floor and then up at Anas. "So what's it to be?" Anas gently asked with a voice full of syrup, "We could have so much fun together, so Paula what's your answer please?" "I think it might be fun too, but I'm not sure Anas. I am a married woman; I have a man who treats me well I've no need to take our friendly relationship any further." "But Paula we've been over this, surely a hug here and a kiss there would not hurt two consenting adults?" Anas moved to stand close to her. Paula could smell his cheap deodorant plus the remnant of another odour, a manly one that sent a shiver down her spine. To her he smelt good and she felt her stomach quiver. "You're a beautiful woman, Paula you need to relax and allow things to progress." Paula felt her reserve break, the cool clear confident woman she had once been had been eroded away over the last couple of weeks by this man. There was nothing left. His constant and insistent words had, since he arrived three weeks ago battered her into submission. "Please can we just go on the way we are?" Paula asked. Anas swallowed hard, "Okay." Now his mind was set and the challenge stepped up a level. Paula was in the bath. She likes her bath, she likes the hot soapy water covering the whole of her body as she lays with her eyes closed letting the world soak away. That's not to say she doesn't like having a shower, they both have their uses. But today would be the last time she would be able to have a bath as the builders will be ripping it out tomorrow and it will be at least three days before the bathroom will be operational again. It was early evening. The days were longer and Anas had managed to get the workers to work longer so that they could catch up with the delays. Paula could hear them working as the hot soapy water massaged her body. Then suddenly the guilt set in, crashing through her mind and she recoiled about the things she'd done over the last couple of days. Why she ever agreed to do them she'll never know. She'd never done anything like this before, in fact she'd never even thought about it. Somehow, Anas had managed to break down her defences, which had taken years to put into place. Only John had been able to get behind them, but Anas had done it in a couple of weeks. Now she was being used, on one hand she hates the idea that a complete stranger could do this to her and yet on the other it is exciting and exhilarating. Paula lay in the water thinking, setting her mind to stop this idiocy and somehow make it up to John. She never did. Anas didn't relent and Paula found herself accepting more and more requests from him The gutted kitchen was ready for the new units and Anas, Digger and Longlegs were installing them. Paula had made some sandwiches, and with a pot of tea places it all on a tray, then took it out onto the patio where John was sitting watching Sid working on the scaffolding above them. Paula sat and poured the tea. She sat away from John close to the scaffolding and wearing a loose fitting blouse for a change. John noticed that Paula had two of her top buttons undone and was mildly surprised that she hadn't had them done up to hide her breasts. Noise from above took his attention away and John looked up at Sid who was treating timbers in the side of the building. John took a sandwich and started eating. "As we can't cook at home I thought we could have dinner at The Black Swan tonight, darling," Paula suggested. "Good idea; we've not been out for quite some time." "That's true; it'll be nice since we won't have the girls with us." Paula added. "Yes, I was wondering what they were up to staying with their grandparents?" "Well I spoke to mum earlier and she said they were fine, granddad had taken Susan fishing and Lucy had helped mum with some shopping and cooking. She managed to get Lucy gut one of the fish Susan had caught," said Paula astonished. "Wow that's a bit much isn't it, why doesn't she do that with you?" "Who knows, maybe mum has a better way with people than I do?" "Maybe but I think we ought to work on that when they return." Paula nodded and took another sandwich. John looked up to see Sid looking down. However, he wasn't looking at them he was looking straight down at Paula. "So we'll walk down to the Pub about seven, shall we," asked Paula? John straight away saw Sid's line of sight and realized that he was looking down Paula's blouse. The blouse was a floral print and square cut across the breasts and it looked fine considering Paula's thoughts about her breasts. "That'll be good," John replied. However, his mind wasn't really paying attention. From John's position, Paula kept her modesty intact and she had no idea that someone was trying to see her breasts. Could Sid actually see anything from where he was standing? John knew that he couldn't Paula would have her breasts completely covered what with her dislike of them. Sid moved away and carried on working. A few minutes later, he was back looking down at her. Paula had moved her position since then and Sid had to change his line of sight. From John's angle, he watched Sid smile to himself as he looked down. It was now obvious to John that Sid could see more than he realized. Then Digger appeared from the house and called Sid down. John saw the disappointment appear on the old man's face as he made his way down the ladder to disappear into the house. John was now curious, what was Sid able to see from up in the scaffolding. Surely, he couldn't see Paula's breasts. She hates them, there is no way she would let anyone see her breasts. Even I have to fight to see them sometimes, he thought. Yet his curiosity got the better of him and he wanted to know. He stood up, walked round the table, and stood behind Paula. Paying no particular attention to her husband, Paula picked up another sandwich and started eating. John moved up close to her and put his arms around her waist, "We could have nice romantic meal tonight. You could dress up for me?" he whispered into her ear while looking down her blouse. Paula smiled knowingly, "I might, we'll have to see won't we," she replied softly. John looked and was amazed to see that Paula had a completely different bra on. He'd not see its colour before but he had seen ones like it in the men's magazines. Better known as a platform bra; no wonder Sid was getting an eyeful from where he was standing and the way Paula was sitting he could see her nipples – see all of her tits! John returned to his seat and picked up another sandwich. He was completely shocked at what he'd just seen. He took a bite of his sandwich and then picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. His expression didn't go unnoticed, "What's up John?" Paula asked looking at him intently. "Nothing, just a bit of bread going down the wrong way, that's all." He looked at her breasts again and saw nothing to reveal what she was wearing underneath her blouse. "Well I've got to go and change the bed," she admitted, "Don't forget we can't have a bath or shower tonight." "No, I know," John replied. Paula got up, collected the empty plates and cups, and took them back into the house. "We've not been out for a pub meal for ages," Paula said as they entered the pub. The Construction Workers "No, and we probably wouldn't if the kitchen wasn't out of action." John was still at loggerheads with his thoughts on what he'd seen that afternoon. As he closed the door after him, so a voice called out. John didn't hear as his mind was elsewhere. "Hey, John, Paula over here," came the voice from across the pub. Paula looked up and saw an elderly gentleman sitting at the far end of the bar. "Sam," Paula called back with a huge smile. John came out of his thoughts and saw the old man looking at them, "Hi Sam." Both walked over to him, a balding little man with a narrow moustache across his top lip. "Sam," Paula said playfully, "Doreen kicked you out again?" With a huge grin, "I wish," he replied and blew a kiss at Paula. "You're looking fit old man," John remarked. "Why thank you, John. I have been working out lately. Doreen says I'm wasting my time. But I tell her I'm doing it so that I'll have the stamina to shag her all night long," he says. "Well I hope it's working," John adds. "Nah, I'm supposed to be at the swimming pool doing forty lengths. I saw the pub and I found myself miraculously in here having a few pints," he replied laughing, "Funny thing is it's so much more interesting here in the pub than at the pool," excepted for the woman in their bikinis." We all laughed along with him. John and Paula liked Sam. He was their first acquaintance after they moved into the village and a friendship with him and his wife had developed since. Sam got down from his stool and said, "Come on little lady you park y' bum on this here stool." "Why thank you Sam," Paula said her voice genuine, "It's nice to see some men still have good manners." "Hey that's not fair," John spoke out. Paula smiled at her husband; her big brown eyes swam in affection for him. However, John's mind was still pondering on his wife's change of attitude in her dress sense. Paula hadn't shown any indication at all about this sudden transformation. He wasn't complaining about what she's doing just that she'd never said anything. Well he wasn't going to spoil it by asking her about it and possibly forcing her to return to her old ways. Sid was lucky enough to get an eyeful because of it, Paula didn't know and what the eye don't see the heart won't grieve over it, as the saying goes. He let the matter drop and got into the conversation with Sam. "So, John how's the extension going," Sam asked? "Okay now, but we did have a few problems at the start." "Don't tell me, your main sewer pipe collapsed?" Sam asked knowingly. "How did you know that?" asked John surprised. "Happened to us as well; we had our extension done over ten years ago and while connecting up the new outlet from the house to the pipe in the ground it collapsed causing a good weeks delay." "Our delay was about the same, however the works foreman passed away just after that and we had a further two weeks delay waiting for another one to show up. Work is now nearly back on track, the new foreman, I have to say, knows his business even though he's a foreigner." "This new foreman has worked wonders," Paula added. "That's good news then. Maybe the Misses and I can come over and see what you've done once the work is finished?" "I know," Paula spoke enthusiastically, "You can both come over for dinner the first Saturday after completion how's that?" "That sounds great I'll speak with Doreen. When do you think it is likely to be?" Sam asked. "Well, if nothing holds up the work from now on I'd say two weeks." John informed him. "Okay I'll tell the wife and let you know." "How is Doreen?" asked Paula. "She's doing fine thanks. Had a couple of bad days last month but this warm weather seems to be good for her and for the past three to four weeks she has had no problems at all." "That sounds really good, Sam," John said seriously, "When you think it was touch and go with her last year." "Yes, well she's over that now." "You'll have to excuse me while I take a little walk to the men's room." John said as he turned and walked towards the gents. On a table just outside the gents sat old man Penna. He sits there every night drinking his pint of Guinness. Drinks one pint and goes home. At Christmas, he has two. "Hello Albert how you been?" John asked as he headed for the door of the gents. The old man ignored him. Yet he had a smile on his face and that was unusual. The one thing about Albert Pena didn't do was smile. Everybody who knows Albert would tell you that the old man was a miserable git and if he did speak with you he'd moan about anything and everything. On his return, he stood beside the old man. Albert put his pint down still staring straight ahead with that gentle smile. John leaned slightly to the right, as a pillar was obscuring his view, and followed the old man's line of sight. John gasped at what he saw and stood up straight. He blinked, he'd just seen his wife sitting on the bar stool with Sam standing beside her chatting. He couldn't believe he'd seen his wife with her legs slightly open exposing herself. He clearly saw her black bush; he leaned over and looked again, no wonder Albert had a smile on his face! He then smiled to himself while shaking his head. Why the hell is she doing this, platform bras, see through dresses, whatever next. Maybe it was time to have a talk with her and find out what she has on her mind. He went back to his wife, as he walked towards her, she closed her legs. It wasn't a quick movement more like a slow closure indicating she wasn't aware of what she was doing. Picking up his beer the barman came to him saying, "John your table is now prepared go in when ready." "Thanks Dan," John replied, he turned to Sam who spoke before John had a chance. "John would it be too much of an inconvenience if I join you and Paula for dinner, it's been a long time since I've had a decent conversation with people I like and I am hungry?" "What about Doreen?" Paula asked surprised, Will she not have something prepared for you?" "No alas not, I do all the cooking and I made her dinner before coming out, I eat here several nights a week, it's just that it is extremely boring on your own." "Well I'm okay with it, of course you can." A week later John and Paula were in the new bedroom watching Anas inspecting the floorboards, he was on his knees looking at the joins his co-workers had made, "Looks like there's a few loose boards here, probably missed them with the nail gun." "Okay shall I get the gun?" John asked turning towards the door. "Yes, that would be good; you'll also need three inch nails." As soon as John had left the room Anas looked up at Paula saying, "Come on, Paula show me." "No it's too dangerous," she stressed. "Show me Paula, I want to see it," he pleaded. "I can't, I shouldn't!" "Come, just a quick look," Anas asked his voice forceful. "No, please no," pleaded Paula. "Do it!" John met Sid at the bottom of the stairs; he was carrying the nail gun, "You must be a mind reader Sid; I was coming down to get that nail gun for Anas." "I was going up to fix the floor boards in the new bedroom," he replied. "Well you don't have to now I'll take it up to his lordship." "Okay, fine by me," he said shrugging his shoulders, "You'll need these as well." He handed the gun over and a box of nails. "Thanks Sid," John turned and started back up the stairs. Anas' insistence had made her change her mind. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Paula sighed and went to Anas. She stood in front of him and looked down at the man kneeling on the floor. He was looking expectantly up at her. With a look of resignation, she pulls up her dress exposing her stocking covered thighs until she exposed her knickers. Anas stared at her covered sex; he could see the large dark patch of hair under the material. Then his cock twitched when his eyes feasted on the black hairs poking from the legs of her knickers. They then heard John coming towards them. Anas saw Paula become fearful he could see she wanted to cover up. "Leave it!" Anas ordered. Paula groaned and remained as she was exposing her underwear to this Syrian, "Please!" she whispered. "I said leave it," Anas ordered. Paula was now terrified. She could hear John coming along the landing his shoes making an echo sound on the bare wooden floor. She looked down at Anas who was still looking up at her covered sex. It seemed he didn't care whether John saw or not, then just as John turned to enter Anas turned away. John came into the room he saw Anas still on his knees while Paula seemed to turn quickly. He thought he saw her dress come down. "Are, there you are do you want to do it John?" The idea of actually contributing towards the building of the house, although a small contribution made him forget everything he'd seen as he entered the room. "I've never used one of these before," John said looking down at the gun. "I'll show you, your Mrs said you wanted to help." John looked over at his wife with a wide smile. She looked back at him and saw the boy in her man but also underneath her calm exterior, she was terrified that John had seen them. Her heart was pumping hard and she really didn't know what to say if he challenged her. Four weeks had now passed and a loud clang woke him. John stirred and turned over onto his back. Straight away, he knew Paula wasn't lying beside him. There was another clang and John knew he'd slept in. He looked at the bedside clock to see it displaying nine forty-five. The bedroom door swung open and in walked Paula carrying two mugs of coffee and the newspaper under her arm. "Morning sleepy head," Paula said smiling as she entered. "Blimey we've really slept in this time, Paula?" John said sitting up. Paula giggled, "We sure have, nice though!" "Why's that?" Paula handed him a mug of coffee to John, dropped the paper on the bed and then put hers on the bedside table on her side. She then removed her dressing gowned and got back into bed. "Well, it was nice to cuddle up to you, it's was warm and cosy. In any case it's not often we get a chance to lie in like this." John sipped his coffee, "Yes you're right. Last night was good though wasn't it?" "I hadn't danced like that for years," Paula revealed. "Me neither, maybe we should do it more often?" Well Tom and Stacy go every week." Paula drank her coffee while reminiscing about the night before. "Tom's a good man; know where you stand with that fella." "Stacy is a nice woman, quiet and a little soft but you can depend on her," added Paula. "Then maybe we should; see them more often and take the dancing a bit more seriously. Apparently it's good for you, helps keep you fit," John said as he opened the paper, "Maybe we should invite them over for dinner after the extension is done." "I've already done that," Paula revealed. "Stacy can certainly dance that's for sure." "And I don't is that what you're saying?" "Hey don't get up on your high horse, it wasn't meant that way," John snapped back in defence. "What way was it meant then?" Paula again retorted. "Not the way you're taking it that's for sure. Stacy is a damn good all round dancer and that's all there is to it." "And I'm not is that what you're saying?" What's got into you for Christ sake?" John asked his normal laid-back manor slowly changing to anger. "Nothing has got into me. You men are all the same thinking life is always greener on the other side. You see an attractive woman and all you can think about is getting into her knickers." "Paula where is this coming from I haven't said anything to cause this. Stacy is a friend as is Tom, why would I want to get into her knickers for Christ sake?" "And last night, yes it was a good night but ruined by that pervert old man who kept trying to look up my skirt." "What old man, there was only that elderly couple who were mostly on the dance floor." "Well that old man kept trying to look up my skirt." "You have to be joking, Paula I sometimes thing you're on a different planet than the rest of us." "He did John, every time I looked over at him he was looking at my legs, trying to look up my skirt." "I really don't know how you can say that, how do you suppose he could actually see anything when the lights were down low making the room dark and your skirt was over your knees. What were you doing sitting with y' legs open?" "That's it," Paula said angrily throwing the bedclothes back and got out of bed. She stood facing John in her bra and knickers, "The problem with you is John you can't take me seriously. I saw what I saw and you obviously can't believe your own wife." "You were seeing things Paula; there was no way that man could see anything under those conditions. If you were wearing a mini skirt, and that would make a change, then I could understand it." "And what's that supposed to mean, 'that would make a change'?" Paula's voice moved up an octave as her anger come through. "Nothing, I just don't believe that man was trying to look up your skirt that's all." Paula stamped her foot in rage, "He did for Christ sake, God! I'm going to have a shower." Paula stormed out of the room. A second later, the bathroom door slammed shut and the lock pushed home. "Jesus where did that come from," John said aloud. There was another clang of metal outside and a loud thud against the house telling John that work on extension was still progressing. John was angry; he just couldn't understand why Paula was so adamant about the old man at the dance last night. As far as he remembers, the man was in his sixties with his wife and they were on the dance floor ninety per cent of the time. But she's making herself a bit of a hypocrite after she exposed herself to anyone who cared to look while in the pub the other night. John then saw someone walk past the bedroom window. The builders were working on the roof and replacing the old galvanised guttering. One of the builders was working right beside the window. He could only see their legs so wasn't sure who it was. In walked Paula. She had a towel wrapped round her body and was rubbing her hair dry with another. John opened the paper and started to read, then turned it over to look at the sport headlines. Looking over the paper, he could see Paula was still angry but her face had softened. "Paula, I really don't know what's got into you lately, you're not the woman I married." "Look maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic but I know what I saw." "Okay, shall we leave it at then, because I don't want to continue with this argument?" "Nor I," replied Paula. She was standing in the middle of the room still rubbing her hair. Then John saw the builder take a step down the ladder - then another. John brought the paper up and looked at the words; seeing nothing. His heart was beating hard and could feel a throbbing in his head. He didn't quite know what to do. Should he do something if the builder, whoever it is, looks? Paula would have a baby if she were to see him looking at her, especially in the way she was dressed. His mind went back to the other day when Paula had come down the garden path without her knickers on. Why did she do that, he thought, what was going on. One minute she was the prim and proper solid woman then she does that. Then there was the time in the pub. Sitting with her legs open displaying her bush to old man Pena. Although he felt this wasn't the time to ask, he was going to anyway. Did she really exhibit herself or did she just leave her knickers off hoping I would notice? As he looked over the top of paper, he instantly forgot what he was thinking, for there in the window looking in was Digger. He'd obviously taken another couple of steps down the ladder and happened to look in to see Paula. John could only just see his face as he was now looking from the corner of the window and the net curtains were obscuring him, but he was having a good look. Paula threw the towel over towards the bedroom door. She then released the towel around her body and taking both ends rubbed the towel back and forth over her back. From John's view, he saw her breasts sway with the movement. From the window, Digger saw Paula swaying about until she dropped the towel to the floor and had a full view of her back and arse. John remained hidden behind the paper. He was nearly seeing double with the amount of blood pulsing through his veins as his excitement soared. His cock grew practically instantly and he had to bring up a leg to cover the obvious tent he was making with the covers. She didn't know someone was watching her, completely naked in front of a complete stranger. The shit would really hit the fan if she knew, John thought. Paula went to the dressing table naked then turned to her husband to say something but remained silent. John continued to pretend he was reading, but he kept an eye on Digger at the window. Digger had a full frontal look at Paula's body; he could see her thick black bush with its wild growth covering her mound and sex lips and at the same time, her sagging breasts. Then Paula turned and sat at the table and started brushing her hair. When John looked back at the window, Digger was gone. My God, I've become a voyeur, for Christ sake. His cock was hurting, throbbing under the covers. I've just let a man look at my naked wife; Digger saw her full frontal and I did nothing to stop it. Why am I so excited about it? It had come to the last week; the garden now had a resemblance of a garden instead of a building site. The builders were now just finishing off before handing over to John and Paula. John had found several things that were not up to standard and Anas very quickly put those things right. The Tuesday of that week Anas came to John saying, "Mr Brown I really need you do a complete and thorough check of the work as I have got to return to Syria." "You have?" John queried knowing he wasn't supposed to be leaving until later in the year. "Yes, my wife has had a car accident and I shall have to return." "I'm sorry to hear that Anas, is she okay?" "It appears she has a broken leg and several broken ribs. My son is dealing with it for me at the moment but I will have to get the earliest plane home so that I can support my family." "Well if I can be of any help Anas then please don't hesitate to ask," John added. "Thank you Mr Brown, but I have already secured a flight for very early Saturday morning. I would appreciate it if you can check on the work we have done so that can get the lads to make good any faults you may find. After Friday I will not be here to carry out those duties." "Of course not a problem Anas I'll get straight to it for you." Over the next couple of days, John found several things that were not to his satisfaction. Anas very quickly got them put right and by Thursday, John was happy with the work they had done. As Paula had started to decorate the kitchen, they decided to go out for dinner down at the local pub again after phoning Sam and Doreen inviting them over the following Saturday as promised. They entered the pub to find all the workers standing beside the bar. Longlegs was the first to see them, John saw his eyes light up, and then he called out to the others. They all looked round and started to call both of them over to join them. There was no way out of not joining them so they went over and the drinks began to flow. Both Paula and John paced themselves as they knew they would never be able to keep up with these harden drinkers. Anas also joined in but he never touched the alcohol. Digger and Longlegs both made room for Paula by placing an empty stool at the bar and offered her the seat. As she climbed up so her skirt rode up her thighs showing a lot of leg. Momentarily both men stared at that lovely sight before Paula pulled it down, while laughing at something Sid said. The Construction Workers Everyone was having a good time. John and Paula arranged for a table in the pub's restaurant, and then they all decided on having something to eat. The meal ended up being a raucous affair with Paula being the centre of attention, something she doesn't normally like. Digger soundly spoke out while there was a quite pause, "Longlegs and I were only saying like the other day, what a lovely wife you have John." John looked serious at the two men as they looked on with smiles on their faces. "That was last week in the back garden; you were tidying up around the cement mixer if I remember correctly." Digger's face quickly clouded over and though he'd had several pints of ale, he still remembered and realised John must have overheard their conversation. "Yeah – well," Digger said feeling embarrassed while picking up his glass of ale and proceeded to hide his blushes behind it. John laughed, "You're okay, Digger no offence taken." Digger looked up and then smiled, "You're a real sport, Mr Brown a real sport." Longlegs looking terrified and expecting a backlash from John looked over at Digger and saw the change in his attitude. "Seriously, Longlegs no offense," John repeated. Again, Longlegs looked at his friend. "As I say Mr Brown you're a real sport." "Aye," said Longlegs, "a real sport." Unfortunately, Longlegs didn't get it and just went along with Digger. "I'm quite chuffed you think my wife is worthy of your attention?" John added. "You got to be kidding us, Mr Brown your wife is a real beauty." Digger exclaimed. "Aye that she is sir," Longlegs added looking at Digger for assurance. "I'd give my right arm to wake up every morning with a woman like Paula lying beside me, heaven or what?" John started laughing. Digger and Longlegs laughed also but were still unsure of John. John looked over at his wife to see she was still in conversation with Sid. She'd not heard a word. If she had, she'd have turned crimson with embarrassment and possibly walked out. Sid had been paying particular attention with her ever since they had arrived. He certainly wasn't drunk though he'd had more than a couple. It sure did look like Sid was pacing himself to get the maximum out of the night; obviously, he was a man who knew his limitations. Anas had struck up a conversation with an executive on the next table. He'd been cordial and friendly but that's as far it went with Paula. The other workers were in complete contrast to Anas and after the meal the drinks continued to flow until the barman rang last orders. "Say guys you all want to come back to the house for a night cap?" John called out. There was a simultaneous agreement and they all followed John and Paula back to the house. At the house they all piled into the dining area as this room hadn't been touched during the building work. Again, the drinks flowed and John put on some music. Everyone was having a good time until just after midnight the argument started. "Here we go again," Sid sighed, "It's the same bloody thing every time." "What do you mean by that?" John asked as Digger and Longlegs argued. John was wondering whether he ought to intervene and get them to leave. They were both in their faces and on the verge of throwing a punch. "Cricket," Sid exclaimed sarcastically, "They're constantly bickering over a county cricket match between Yorkshire and Surrey." "Well that's a first. Football yes but not cricket," John said. "Aye and the thing is both of them were still in nappies when the game was played, yet once they've had a couple of drinks they start this crap." "So what game was it?" John asked then suddenly realised, "Oh, no don't tell me – 1952 when the Surrey bowler threw an extremely fast ball and clipping the Yorkshire batsman then his bat and the umpire gave out causing Yorkshire to lose the match and the championship." "That's it," Sid said and went on, "The argument has gone on for years apparently. How did you know?" "I'm a cricket geek; I've even got the game they're arguing over on DVD. I also know what part of the game they are referring too." "You do?" asked Sid bemused. "Sure, it's one of those occurrences that resulted in heated debate for years. I'll let them watch the incident if it will help?" "Well I'll be dammed; I think I'll watch as well; just to see exactly what all the fuss is about," said Sid seriously. "Come on then the DVD player is in the other room. Let's get the other two," Sid followed John over to Digger and Longlegs who had grown quiet. John explained that a truce was necessary so that they could see the incident on DVD. Both agreed and headed for the other room. "Are you coming Anas?" John called from across the room. "Nah, not my scene cricket and in any case the petty squabble those two buggers have won't stop even after they've seen it." "Oh and why's that?" "Because they will always find something else to argue about," Anas revealed, "They won't be happy until they are arguing." "You might have something there," Sid added as he followed the other two out of the room. "Paula you coming to watch," John asked. "No thank you, you know I don't like cricket and besides we can't leave our guest here all on his own especially as it's his last night in England." "Okay we won't be long just going to let them watch that wicket incident and we'll be back." "If you must dear, I'm not going anywhere," Paula responded while sipping her drink. John followed Sid out of the room. As soon as John was out of sight, Anas moved in on Paula. "You going to let me see you, Paula?" he asked quietly while looking at her intently. Paula suddenly felt threatened. Yet every time he ordered her to do something the excitement raced through her body. She knew her husband was in the other room and he could walk in at any time. She also knew what Anas wanted. Paula had managed to keep him at bay so far and on occasions had found it extremely difficult. She recalled the time behind the shed when she nearly gave to him. Now all she had to do was hold out for this night and Anas will be gone from her life and things should return to normal. Her guilt had been extreme and once again she felt it crash through her body over the things she'd done with this man. Things she'd not even done with her husband, yet the excitement, the sexual high was such she would do more but not with Anas. She wondered what it would be like to have this man lying above her. My husband is just a few feet away for Christ sake what am I thinking, she said to herself. "I don't think I can Anas," she said equally quiet, almost a whisper. Her mouth had gone dry so she took a sip from her glass of wine, the wine making her mind confused. She was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. "What's the matter have I done something to offend you?" he asked suddenly saddened. "No, no of course not," she quickly replied, "It's just that well; John is so close that I don't think I can do it." "Don't be afraid my little marvel he won't be back for some time. The cricket will keep their minds off us so let me see you again Paula." Paula looked and whispered, "Oh God," and took a few steps from him and turned to face him, "I shouldn't be doing this, Anas neither should you be asking me," she said with a slurred voice. "Paula you are a fine woman, beautiful; men would love to lie with you." She smiles drunkenly, "I'll take your word on that Anas, but what about the consequences?" Paula seemed to sway slightly, glass in her hand. "Just do as I say when I say and there won't be any consequences," he replied forcefully, "Do you understand Paula?" "If we're discovered I could lose everything. I have more to lose than you. You can go home to your wife back in Syria while I'm here homeless." "You won't Paula. Now do as I ask," he ordered, "Come on I've only got a few hours left before I have to go, give me something to remember you by." Paula hesitated for a few seconds and then he sat down on the couch in front of her. She stood in her black dress, tastefully cut, the right conservative length and no cleavage on show. Her fixation concerning her drooping breasts very much on her mind and she was glad she had chosen to wear the dress. The underwear or lack of it was Anas' idea. Paula could feel her nipples against her dress. She liked the way the platform bra allowed her breasts to move as she walked and the sensation of her nipples rubbing against her dress making them grew and become erect. "Are you going to show me Paula?" His question seemed final even threatening. Paula bent slightly and with one hand took hold of the hem of her black dress. She straightened up pulling her hem up as she went. She exposed herself to him and no matter how many times he'd asked her to do it she still felt an excitement so extreme it sent, like the last time, blood gushing to her sex. Paula could feel her clit engorge and her vagina almost immediately get wet. Paula stood there watching the man staring at her. In all her life, she'd never dreamt she would do this sort of thing in her own home to a complete stranger while her husband was not twenty feet away in the next room. Paula gulped down the rest of her wine. "You are beautiful Paula," his voice was a mere whisper. He knew that if he raised it another octave the spell would be broken. Anas saw the wild spread of her black pubic hair. Through its thickness, he could just make out the start of her cunt lips before the wild growth completely hid it. I want that, he thought. His cock grew thinking about thrusting his cock into her warm depths of her sex, to feel her heat, her lust with his cock; he knew he wanted more of this receptive woman, but time was running out he would taste her instead, drink from that hidden well of female nectar. Still sitting with a perfect view of Paula's sex framed in black suspenders and stockings he spoke, "Come to me." His request was quiet and firm and Paula obeyed letting her dress fall as she went. His hands went up her legs as she came before him, pulling her dress up once again. Again he looked at her sex and Paula gave a quiet sigh. The alcohol and lust went straight to her head. Anas leant forward and smelt her scent. He could detect the musk emanating from her sex. Then he buried his face in her thick wild bush. Paula felt his tongue worm its way through her pubic hair and into the upper part of her slit. His tongue moved further in and along her slit looking for her clit. "No," she gasped in surprise as she looked down her body at the man trying to eat her pussy. He ignored her weak plea and continued to lick her clit. But it was difficult. Looking up he whispered to her, "Help me, yes." Again, his voice was quiet and commanding. With the booze now taking control the sexual high grew and grew. She was panting with the excitement of it all as she opened her legs allowing the man better access. At the same time, she bent her knees and thrust her cunt into his face. With a subdued moan of satisfaction, he started lapping at her slit and with a little effort got his tongue into her cunt. He tasted her nectar and gorged himself on it, and then working her clit to make more, only to return his tongue to her hole capturing that sweet sauce running from her sex. Paula felt her orgasm come on. It was coming quick. She felt the sensations grow in the pit of her stomach and spread all over her body. The warm glow that grew with intensity was like a drug – she wanted it, she had been addicted to it ever since her husband took her cherry. Now it was another man that was feeding her addiction. She wanted this orgasm more than anything; this man was going to bring her off. Paula's breathing was getting heavier; her chest was rising with the effort of her impending orgasm. She wasn't doing anything to help him; Anas was bringing her off. That warm soft tongue manipulating her lust as it went from her clit to her sex hole. It was as if Anas had always known, from the very beginning, what excited her. She bent her knees a little more and leaned back giving him her cunt to chew on – she was nearly there! Her thigh muscles began to ripple as she tried to keep her balance. She suddenly realised she was now holding Anas' head, holding him against her sex. Anas felt the change of stance in Paula. Knew the lust was taking control; losing her inhibitions and leaving her wide open and submissive. If he thought he could get away with it he'd fuck her, she was ripe, a slut. He would dearly love to get this woman up the duff, to leave her something to remember him by, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Both were now lost in their own sexual desires, but desperate to complete this act of sexual gratification. Anas sucked her clit into his mouth and continued to flick the engorged nub with his tongue willing Paula to climax, wanting to taste that liquid nectar that flows at the height of passion. Paula lifted her dress to look at his face buried in her sex; she was so close. She could feel her orgasm it was there but wouldn't complete. Wouldn't take her over the edge to that place men crave to go. Her face was flushed showing the determination and the effort it was taking to capture that elusive climax. Adjusting her position slightly she felt her orgasm come closer but it still didn't give her the satisfaction she craved. Then she felt Anas probe through the soaking wet folds of her hairy sex. Her cunt was so wet his finger slid into her body with ease. He went right in up to the end of his finger and Paula gasped in ecstasy. Anas then started to finger fuck her as his tongue continued to work her clit. That was it! Her body convulsed at the waist forcing her upper body to waver back and forth as the surge of orgasm washed over her body. Her hips involuntary thrust forward onto Anas' mouth to illicit more from his tongue. Legs shook at the unexpected movements as she felt the need to sit but the sensations rippling through her body kept her cunt firmly on Anas' face. Paula fought desperately not to cry out but eventually a loud groan escaped her lips as she spoke to her lover, "Lick me. Eat my cunt!" She gasped and suddenly looked towards the door in fear of being heard. A fleeting shadow caused her to come to her senses. Paula snatched herself away from Anas' mouth as the dark shadow disappeared from the doorway. That was all she saw, just a shadow of someone moving away. Anas looked up shocked; saw the direction she was looking and also looked. "What's up?" he asked seeing nothing. "Someone was watching!" "What?" Anas looked back at the door his face showing shock, "Who?" "I don't know," She replied looking terrified as she smoothed her dress down. "Who do you think it was?" "I don't know for Christ sake," Paula slurred the alcohol still in charge, she was panting still, the after effects of her orgasm still flowing through her body, "But I saw someone's shadow moving away from the door. Someone saw us." Paula moved well away from Anas and sat in an arm chair and crossed her legs. As she did she felt the wetness on her thighs and a tingling awareness in her cunt? The alcohol spun her head confusion set in making her terrified that John was the one who saw them. But the alcohol won and she gave a quiet giggle. "Shit," Anas cursed as he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. Paula's attitude changed, ". . . knew I shouldn't have done anything, I knew I shouldn't have listened to you," Paula said angrily. "Well you can't say you didn't enjoy it." Paula heard the voices, one louder than the others. A shout of triumph echoed from the other room. Anas stated the obvious, "They're coming back." John was first through the door followed by Digger and Longlegs. Digger had a huge grin on his face, one of a victory long expected. While Longlegs had a long, sad face that told everyone Digger was the winner from their long feud. "It looks like the matter has been solved by the looks on their faces," Anas remarked. "Aye and about time too," Sid added. Everybody was looking at the two old labourers as one strutted about with a victory march while the other slumped into a chair looking quite miserable. Paula closely watched her husband he was smiling and gave no indication that he was the one. Digger starts to jig about the room, a victory dance to rub Longlegs' nose in it, "I'm hot, hotter than a sharp shooter," he sang. Paula then looked at Sid. He had moved over to stand next to Anas. He was smiling while watching Digger continue with his dance. Sid then whispered something in Anas' ear. The look on Anas' face told all – it was Sid! Now she was in trouble, she thought, John liked Sid and over the weeks, a friendship had formed and knew he would consider what he had to say. Anas moved away from Sid and sat in a vacant chair. John was having the time of his life. Paula had never seen him so animated. He pulled Longlegs up out of the chair and got him to join in with Digger. Very quickly Longlegs got over his defeat and started to copy his friends dance. Paula's guilt was like a ton weight on her shoulders. She was now deliberating what was best for their relationship and honesty was the best policy. Tell him before he gets it second hand and an exaggerated version. She got up from her seat and went over to her husband putting her arm through his. "Can I have a chat with you darling?" "Not now sweetheart, when everybody has gone. Then you can have my complete attention," he replied with a warm smile, turning to the others he called, "How about a toast to the victor?" Digger heartily agreed and Longlegs gave a smile in defeat and gulped some beer. Sid turned the music up and the two old labourers again jigged about the room. John was laughing his head off at the two men. He was really enjoying himself. He went and got another drink for the both of them. Paula took it and gulped half of it down straight away. The music slowed and Digger went up to Paula and asked her to dance. She accepted and they dance up close. The night wore on and the men took the turn in dancing with Paula. She continued to drink until in the end she sat leaning back against the wall nearly asleep. It was two AM when the party finally ended. Sid was snoring crashed out in an arm chair. Longlegs looked as though he was out cold lying on the floor. Digger was spread across the couch eyes closed and breathing easy. Paula was subdued and didn't quite know what to do other than to laugh when John did and hope that she was looking like she was having a good time. But her thoughts were full of terror wondering if Sid would tell John what he'd seen. The she fell asleep Anas looked at his watch and left the room. John went to his wife, picked her up from off the floor, and took her up to their bedroom. Where he put her gently down on the bed, the movement disturb and she came awake. "God, John why did you let me drink so much?" Her voice a whinge as the alcohol spun through her brain. "It's your own fault, Paula," John replied while getting undressed, "You just won't say no will you?" "I did but Digger and Longlegs kept filling my glass," still whinging. "Well you'd better get undressed and into bed, hopefully you'll sleep it off." Paula groaned and sat up. She was swaying and had difficulty keeping things in focus. She tried to pull down her zip on her dress and failed miserably. Falling back onto the bed, John went to her and pulled her up onto the bed proper with her head on a pillow. Pulling her up brought his arm in contact with her breast and he knew straight away that she wasn't wearing a proper bra. He stood over her looking down at her body. It was a fine body and a lot of men would clearly go out of their way to abuse it and Anas was no exception.