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The Builder

By: Cathleen



Julie arrived home from the office tired and cranky from the hot day and long week. What she wanted was a long cool shower and a drink. These hot, humid days had always left her drained and feeling down. Life had become routine for her, work and home, over and over, sometimes meeting a friend or seeing her sister and her family. But routine it was. She wasn't unhappy, in fact she was a joyful person, but there was something missing, and that was a special love. She wanted to find someone special but she never really did anything about it, so life continued as is for her. Gathering her things she drew a heavy sigh and made her way along the walk to her front door, as always stopped to enjoy the flower gardens along the way. They needed tending she noticed; perhaps that was a good thing, for it would fill part of her weekend.

Arriving at her door she noticed a note in the box, from the nearby florist, simply called "The Florist". She knew the owners, Peter and Linda, for she was a flower lover and bought flowers there a few times a week. They knew her tastes well and usually had something new for her too. They had become friends over the last year and had a few friends in common too. The note was from Peter letting her know she had a delivery and asking her to call if she would like him to return with the flowers that evening on his way home. She couldn't imagine who had sent her flowers; she would call Peter and accept his delivery offer. 

Julie entered her home, feeling the coolness right away, smiling to her self for being insistent with the builder about having central air conditioning. He thought it a waste since the sea breeze was enough for most people, but she insisted, she just hated the heat, so coming into this nice cool home made her smile and feel damn good about winning that struggle with him. The house was a lovely contemporary cape cod style set on a lot overlooking the Cape Cod Canal, see could see both the Sagamore and Bourne Bridges from her home. 

The land had been in her family for years and left untouched. Her parents were going to build a home there but time ran out for them and the land sat empty as she and her siblings figured out what to do. They all had homes and families of their own, she was single with no children, had a great business and a plan for building a home for herself. They were thrilled for Julie and were excited about the house and of course had designs on being there for summer weekends. It seemed each day one of them would call and say, "hey what about doing this....". Some of the ideas were great and some she laughed at with them. But all in all it was wonderful for the family, they felt this was what their parents would have wanted as well.

The plans were drawn up and her architect had a builder in mind. The builder had a great reputation and Julie visited several homes he had built, she like them all very much. The builder himself however was another story all together. Their first few meetings were very business like if not a bit contentious too. They seemed to clash but it was subtle, nothing overt but there was something she couldn't put her finger on. But she liked his work enough to put that aside and hire him for her house. They spoke on the phone almost daily and met each week a time or two. There was always some undercurrent between them. One call in particular made her want to scream at him. It was late in the day and she just didn't want to deal with one more decision. Her phone rang and grabbing it up quickly she said "Hello?"

"Hi Julie", she knew his voice by now for certain. "Did you decide on the lighting for the baths? We need to know today so the product is here for the install next week. The schedule is getting tight." 

"Hello Nick" she responded with a heavy breath. He was the last person she wanted to talk with now. "Yes, I called your office and left all the specs. Donna said she would place the order today, have you spoken with her?"

"No, I haven't. I've been out at your house all day and my cell battery died. Its' been one of those days." He too had a heavy breath in his voice. "Sorry to bother you, I will call there now, thanks." He hung up before she could respond. She just wanted to scream!

That was the way it had been with them for the last few months, always a tension between them. Actually that tension was there from the beginning she recalled. She thought about him at the oddest times and in the most unusual ways. Thinking of this now, as she headed for the shower, she felt that sweet stir in her depths. "What the hell was that she thought? Just from thinking about Nick? No! That man drives me crazy!" Then she realized she was grinning, ah, but wasn't that a tantalizing thought, just what kind of crazy did she want? No, it couldn't be that, stepping into the shower; she tried to dismiss it all, he built her house! That was all he is to me, the builder! Damn it. 

When she finally moved into the house she was surprised to find so many little extras that she hadn't thought of or expected, they were not in the plans, and lord knows, they went over those plans thousands of times. It seemed each day she found some new treasure in her home, she had only been there a month now, and already it was home, no longer just a house. And like it or not, Nick was a part of her home. Each time she came across these little extras she thought of him. So many thoughtful additions that only a builder would think of, but she hadn't asked him to do that. Damn him, he is everywhere; in my house, in my thoughts, and worst of all, she was feeling him in her body. Late at night she would lay in bed looking out the skylights and thinking of him, no, feeling him. It was as though he was there and that this was his home too.

Feeling refreshed from the shower, she put on a new sundress she had found at the boutique in Sandwich Village. It was a lovely pale blue halter dress, it made her blue eyes bluer and was very becoming to her figure, it reminded her of the color of the morning sky. She felt so much better now as she made herself a drink. What luxury she thought, and headed for the enclosed porch with her drink and laptop, just a few emails and that was it for the week. When she heard the doorbell ring she made her way to the front, knowing Peter was due with her flowers. She was excited, for she hadn't had someone send her flowers in so very long. 

Her eyes about popped out of her head and her mouth dropped open, there in the doorway with the most beautiful arrangement of flowers was Nick, her builder. Stunned into silence, she tried to regain her composure, but Nick was more capable that she was right now.

"Hello Julie" he said, almost softly, she imagined.

"Nick, I didn't expect you, Peter never mentioned, ah, please come in." Still in a bit of a shock, she added "Those are gorgeous, thank you for dropping them off, you didn't have to do that, had I known Peter couldn't, I would have gladly picked them up myself."

They walked through the foyer towards the living room, the sun was setting and the brilliant colors were filling the sky, she had always loved those Cape Cod sunsets. The living room had one full wall of windows, which overlooked the canal, and as dusk settled, the room took on all the colors of the sky. It was a beautiful house; they both knew just how lovely it all came together. He had made some changes to her plans, and at first she was stubborn, but with a bit of time, she knew he was right. Now it was apparent what a wonderful difference those changes made to the feeling of the home. They both had won and lost a few battles over the months they worked together creating this special place. The end result was worth it all she thought.

Nick moved about the house with ease, it startled her at first, but then realized of course he would, he built it. But still, it was a peculiar scene for her. He placed the flowers exactly where she wanted without her saying a word, right on the baby grand piano off to the corner. It felt as if he was reading her mind, she thought. The flowers instantly brighten her mood, oh how she loved flowers. She knew Linda had done this arrangement, for her style was unmistakable. Just then she realized she didn't know who had sent them and walked over to look for a card. Nick watched her walk; his eyes followed her across the room, seeming to look through her at times. There was no card to be found. She turned to Nick to ask and she noticed he was smiling at her. What was he grinning about she thought and forgot about the missing card.

She was feeling awkward now, wondering what to do next. Julie noticed him spy her drink. With surprising spontaneity she offered him a drink, which he just as quickly accepted. They both moved into the kitchen where he had added a nice touch, a small wet bar. Nothing too fancy but just right actually, Julie was so surprised the day she found he had done that. She could tell he was happy with the result and maybe even that he was happy he had pleased her. With his drink in hand they moved to the porch where she had been working before he arrived. 

"Julie, why are you sitting inside on this beautiful night? How about we sit out on the deck and enjoy the sunset? Nick was already moving that way with both drinks in his hands.

"I was working, it was cooler, well, sure okay." Stammering her words. Laughing to herself she then mentioned something about the air conditioning and just how nice it was, as a kind of dig to him and he turned and grinned at her. Now she was grinning too as she opened the French doors to the outdoor deck. It was nicer now she thought, damn, he always seems to be right and she didn't know whether that was good or not right now.

Nick placed the glasses on the small table and offered a seat to Julie. She was almost stunned; here he was offering her a seat at her own home! Somewhere inside her though she had a pleasant feeling about all this, it seemed almost natural since they had spent so many hours here together during the last months. 

"So, Nick, how have you been? How is business? I'm sure with all the nice weather you are very busy, where are you building now?" Julie asked him with genuine interest.

"I am working on one here in Sandwich but it's the one in Chatham that is spectacular. You should come with me to see it sometime. I know you'd love it as much as me." 

He was talking so casually as if his being here like this was ordinary and it was personal too, he knew her tastes well by now. Their conversation was smooth and Julie would have been surprised had it not felt so nice. They talked about her work too and he mentioned a friend who was in need of an accountant and could he have him call her, it was just so easy. They talked and enjoyed the sunset and cool night air. When Nick stood Julie watched him come to her with his hand reaching out for hers. Without a thought she placed her hand in his.

"I'm hungry. How about we make some dinner together?" Nick was leading her towards the door and she was letting him without any thought except yes. 

They made their way to the kitchen and gathered some items for a nice meal. It was Nick taking the lead again as he made a delicious primavera with angle hair pasta while she fixed a garden salad. They took their creation to the dining room, which was really a dinning area near the porch, again enjoying the view of the canal. They had wine and conversation and both were surprised when her clock chimed eleven o'clock. The time had drifted quickly and very comfortably too. 

After they cleared the table of the dishes, Julie made some tea, she knew he preferred tea to coffee; it was all so familiar between them. They sat in the living room now and that is when Julie remembered the flowers and the card she didn't read yet. Walking over to the flowers he watched her again.

"Nick, do you have the card?" She inquired of him. Still seeing that grin and feeling a very quick tension grown in her stomach.

"Well, Julie, there is no card actually." His grin turned to a smile. Now she was more than curious, she was baffled.

"Well, I'll call Peter in the morning and ask him, so I can thank someone for their kindness. Its just beautiful." Saying this as she turned to take in the scent of the bouquet.

"Julie, there is no card." This time he said it with a tone that meant he knew just what he was saying.

"I don't understand Nick, didn't Peter give you a card from the sender?" Questioning cautiously.

With that Nick moved closer to her and she froze in place. What was this, she thought. What is going on and why do I have butterflies in my stomach? Nick moved closer still and reached for her hand with his own. Voluntarily her arm reached for his too. He held her hand in his and placed a kiss upon her hand.

"The flowers are from me Julie" was all he said.

"Ah, well, thank you Nick, that was very kind of you. You didn't have to do that." She didn't have a clue why either.

"Oh, yes I did. I've been trying to find a way to see you again. Now that your home is complete we don't see or talk with each other. I've missed you Julie, more than I ever could have imagined." He was so honest she felt her insides begin to melt.

She didn't know how to respond. She knew how she felt, even if she had been trying to deny it for all these weeks. She missed him too, more than she could have imagined too. With her hand in his, he pulled her close and kissed her. There was no hesitation from either of them, Julie was kissing him right back, and the kiss grew to a hunger that included all the emotions from the months they had been so close but far away too. 

The Builder



My name is Jake Wilcox. I am a GC, general contractor. My specialty is custom built luxury homes, anything from 4000 to 20,000 square feet. It's a very lucrative business and the only tough part about it is the clients wives, but more about that later. I am 38 years old, 6'1" tall and weigh 190 and am still in pretty good shape. I was married for almost 4 years when I was 25 to a lovely girl but we just couldn't make it. I am usually up at 6am and on the job by 7 to set up the days work for my subcontractors who start their crew at 8am. By the time the day is over and I check what they have done, I don't get home until 6pm. It's a 12 hour day and I come home tired. She was a party animal, wanting to out drinking and dancing almost every night. I just couldn't hack it so she started going out by herself. You guessed it. It led to several affairs until I found out and that was the end. So now I live in a very comfortable trailer that I keep on the job site and have no wife to worry about.

About 6 months ago I got a call from an architect to bid on a 10,000 foot house. Now that's a 4 million dollar job with a very nice profit for me. I made my bid and it was accepted and a meeting was arranged with the clients, a Mr. & Mrs. Brian Worthington. We met at the architect's office and I explained how I worked and that they should go over the plans with me to prevent any misunderstandings as the job progressed. Mr. W could not have been less interested in whole thing. He kept answering his cell phone and barking orders to his subordinates, completely distracted from what I was trying to explain. She pooh pooed his inattention and told me that all he was interested in was making more money and that I would be working with her. This was interesting because she was a knockout. About 15 to 20 years younger than him, late twenties, and I assumed, a bimbo trophy wife. She came to the meeting wearing 4" heels that took her up to 5'6", a skirt that came to mid thigh, showing two beautiful legs and a blouse with enough buttons undone to show the creamy sides of her full breasts. Jet black hair, full red lips and eyes so dark they looked like bottomless pools of night. The skirt was tight enough to show that her ass matched the rest of her.

As we bent over the plans her tit would press against my arm or her hip and thigh make contact with mine. I wondered, was she coming on to me? But she was very explicit in what she wanted and the time constraints that were required. She understood every thing that I was explaining. This was no bimbo. She knew what she wanted and if it took sex to get it she was telling me she was willing. Working with the wives of clients is the toughest part of the job. Most don't know shit from Shinola and keep changing their minds about what they do want. This one was different, or so I thought. 

Her name was Samantha, 

"Call me Sam." She said.

When we broke ground, she was there. When we poured the foundation, she was there. She would show up at least 3 days a week wearing tight jeans that did wonders with that gorgeous ass and a tight sweater that did the same for her tits. When we started framing, she started making comments and criticisms and, as the weather got warmer, wearing T shirt just as tight. By the time we got to the second floor framing she was a full fledged construction supervisor and was telling the men how to do their jobs. I was getting fed up.

I told her that she was more than welcome on the job but any instructions to the men would have to come through me. This did not go very well. Her reply was, 

"I am paying for this job and I will get what I want."

"Of course you will, but contact with the men will still be through me. You will not give them orders."

Her eyes were blazing and her face reflected her fury. Then suddenly her features softened, her hand went to my arm,

"Your right. I should have told you what I wanted. You would have gotten it done for me."

She turned the situation around and wanted me to be her messenger boy. Cute. From then on she came to me, told me what she wanted in a manner that suggested I was to do her bidding. Butter wouldn't have melted in her mouth.

That was the way things went along until one day she came to me and said,

"The arch way to the family room is too small."

"It is exactly what the plans call for."

"That may be, but I want it wider."

"We can't change it now. The partition along side of it bares the weight of half the second floor."

"I want it changed."

" It will cost a fortune. I will have to put in a steel header and delay the job almost a month."

"I want it changed and I am not going to pay a dime more and I expect the job to be done on time as specified."

"Your crazy if you think I will eat the cost and get the job done in time."

We went on and on like that her voice getting louder and shriller until I took her by the arm said,

"Let's go in the trailer. We don't have to argue in front of the men."

Inside, out of earshot and eyesight, she started again. Her face reflecting her fury about not getting what she wanted. Her body tightened and she started pummeling my chest. She was consumed by her frustration. I just stood there until I reached out and put my hands on both sides of her head and held it tight. She was so surprised she just shut up. Then I leaned down and kissed her. She struggled but I was holding tight almost lifting her from the floor. Her body stopped moving but my tongue didn't. Her hands that had been pressing against my chest relaxed and slid up behind my neck. I let go of her head and slid my hands down to grab her ass and pulled her tight to me. She was moaning now. Her tongue dueling with mine, her pelvis and belly rubbing me.

"You're a bitch." I said. I peeled off her T shirt.

"I know I am." She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off my shoulders.

"I'm going to make you my bitch." I took off her bra.

"Do you think your man enough to control me." My jeans and boxers went to the floor.

"More than any one you ever met before." Her jeans and panties joined mine.

"I want to introduce you to Mr. Cock." I pressed her to her knees.

"HMMM. He is very tall and so handsome." Her hands grasped the whole 9 inches.

"I think he likes you. Give him a kiss." She kissed the tip and then the sides.

"I like the taste of what comes out of the tip." I groaned.

"There's a lot more if you suck harder." She tried to deep throat me.

I couldn't hold back. I came with a roar. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to swallow it all and she finally caught up. I lifted her, carried her to my bed as we kissed and laid down next to her. Her hands were playing with my cock.

"I want you inside of me."

"Ask nicely."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"God damn it. Please fuck me."

I rolled her across my lap, my right thigh across her legs, my left hand on her back pressing her chest to the bed, my right hand spanking her ass. The twin globes quivered with each blow. She was crying, screaming, finally sobbing.

"Please. Please. Please. Please stop spanking me."

"What else?"

"Please fuck me"

I pulled her on top of me.

"No. Your going to fuck me. You are going to put my cock into your own pussy to show me that you are giving yourself to me. Sit up. Raise yourself and sit on Mr. Cock."

She sat straight up. Her tits were beautiful. I reached up and palmed them. She reached under herself, found my shaft, centered herself on the tip and slowly swallowed it into her cunt. She looked magnificent impaled on my cock with her back arched. Her face took on an expression of unlimited bliss as her ass settled on my thighs.

"You are going to move ever so slowly. Grip me. Milk me."

My fingers rolled her nipples, exerting more and more pressure each moment that passed.

Her expression changed as the pain increased and I could see the need blossoming in her eyes.

"Please."

"Please what?

"Please I need to cum."

"I have a name."

"Please Jake, I need to cum."

"Will you love me if I let you cum."

"Yes Jake, I love you, I love you. I love you." 

"Then cum with me NOW."

And we both exploded together in a glorious burst of passion. I could feel the spasms in her body. They went on and on. She collapsed on my chest. Her breathing slowly becoming normal.

"My god," she said, " You controlled every minute. It was incredible. I never had an orgasm like that before."

"It shows you how good it can be when you give up control to me. Are you ready to be my bitch now that you know I am man enough."

"Yesssssssss, Jake. I will be your bitch."

The contract for this house was to be completed in 9 months. I stretched out to 18 and no penalties were requested. The benefits, however, lasted until a year after completion.



The Builder Ch. 02



"Damn it to hell!" she shouted as she burst in the door. Julie was so angry she didn't care she just broke the door with her slam. 

Julie tried to get the door closed and made it worse. Now the damn thing wouldn't close at all and he was going to have to fix it she thought. Its all his fault anyway, if he hadn't said that then she wouldn't have been so mad and wouldn't have stormed away which made her slam the door! Damn men! Who needs them any way? They just cause trouble and heartache. 

Julie was in love with Nick, her builder, although she had not said those words to him and or even to herself. They met when she hired him to build her house on the Cape Cod Canal. It was a beautiful house and worth all the effort and even he was worth the effort she knew, but right now she just wanted to scream at him. Kind of like old times she thought, but they were builder and client then, now they were lovers and this wasn't a fight about lighting fixtures or cabinetry. This was a fight about them, about her. And she was ripping mad at him. It was their first fight as a couple and she didn't like it, not one bit. She didn't care if she saw that man again, never would be too soon.

She heard his car pull into the driveway and got even madder. How dare he come here, how dare he. 'This is my house not his, mine!' she was muttering to herself now. 'The pain in the ass, now what does he want to fight about.' She stood in the hallway and watched him come to the door, the broken door. Nick noticed the hinge and the crack in the frame and smirked, which irritated her more. 

"What?" She growled at him. "It's your fault you know. I wouldn't have broken it if you hadn't made me so damn angry!"

"How is it my fault you broke the door?" He was almost egging her on he knew. He knew her so well; probably better than she knew herself sometimes. And he knew he was right about what he said too. She just didn't want it to be true or him to be right. 

"Oh, shut up and just fix it. Then you can go home, to your home. I've had enough of you." Julie turned to head for the kitchen she wanted a drink.

"I'm not going anywhere until we talk this over Julie. Its important and you know it." Nick was frustrated but he wasn't going to let her not deal with this, it meant so much to him, she meant so much to him.

"I told you I was done. No more, finished. I have nothing more to say and you already said too much." She turned on her heel, trying to gather her pride back and went to the kitchen.

Nick knew he had pushed her but damn it she needed pushing, she just didn't know it. He worked on the door and he heard her in the kitchen banging things and slamming cabinets. He had seen her angry before but not this angry and never at him. He wondered how much to push and if now was the time, damn she was stubborn; she certainly got under his skin in so many ways. He heard the sound of glass breaking and she cursed which meant she'd hurt herself; he quickly went to her and found her bleeding.

"Julie, don't move you'll cut yourself again. Here, let me help you, take my hands." Nick's arms were outstretched to Julie so he could get her away from the broken glasses. 

"No, I can do it." Julie moved a step and felt another shard in her foot and then reached for him to help her. She hated needing help. Which was the crux of the fight tonight.

He carried her to the bathroom and got the first aid kit out. He wanted to clean out the cuts and bandage them for her, but stubborn Julie wouldn't let him. Damn she was infuriating him now. So he left her there to do it alone and mumbling under his breath went to the kitchen to clean up the glass. 

He heard her come back and neither said a word to the other. She wanted to thank him but couldn't get the words out. He wanted to make sure she was ok but was tired of her yelling at him so he remained silent. When they both bent to pick up a piece of glass they bumped heads, she moaned, he smiled and rubbed her head gently.

"You okay?" He said very quietly.

"Yea, I'm okay, thanks. Are you okay?" He heard softness in her voice that he hadn't heard in the last few hours. She took his hand from her head and held it in hers. "Nick, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I just wish you..." Nick cut her off.

"Sweetheart, we have to talk about this. I don't want to fight either, but we have to figure it out. I want to figure it out with you." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"But you're wrong Nick, I'm not pushing you out, I'm not!" Her voice was rising again and he knew she wasn't going to listen if she got upset.

"Let's have some tea and sit outside on the porch. Its such a nice night, we can relax and star gaze together." The romantic in him was his magic charm to her. "Go and change and I'll met you outside with the tea sweetheart."

Julie melted with his words and slowly hobbled off to her bedroom to change out of the dress she'd worn to dinner. It had been a nice dinner until... no she wasn't going to think of that now, she just wanted to relax and be quiet with him. She knew deep down he was right, she was pushing him away or maybe she was running away. She didn't want to run from him, she wanted to run to him. She loved him and wanted to be with him. Julie was scared; she'd never felt so much for someone. Never did she want to need someone, it wasn't her style, but since she'd met Nick, nothing had been the same in her life. Everything was new and wonderful with him.

Julie was lost in her thoughts and didn't hear him come into the bedroom. She had just put on her nightgown when he came up behind her and embraced her tightly.

"You look lovely sweetheart." He whispered lightly into her ear and Julie pressed back into him and put her head in the crook of his neck with a purr. 

"Oh, honey, I don't want to fight anymore. I just don't know how to do this, I don't want to need you." Julie was starting to cry. Nick turned her to face him and brushed the tears from her eyes.

"I know you don't Julie, I know it's hard for you but I need you. I want to need you." He pulled her in tight and felt the tears fall onto his chest. 

"Its okay, sweetie, let it out. Cry if you want but I'm happy. I don't want to upset you but I'm so happy you're crying." He was holding in his laughter but only slightly.

"Gee thanks Nick, laughing at me now." She was smiling as she said it, she knew he was right and this was his way of letting her off the hook.

"Julie, I love..." She cut him off, with a kiss. No ordinary kiss either it was lustful and wanting, long and passionate. He had not spoken those words to her either and she didn't want to hear them, not yet, it would only complicate the matter more.

"Well that was some kiss sweetheart. How about I laugh some more?" Nick was teasing her; he wanted to lighten the mood more. "Come on, let's go have that tea on the deck."

The couple made their way outside and sat on one of the lounge chairs together, she sat in between his legs and he wrapped himself around her. They enjoyed the stars and the quiet of the night. Julie was so calm he thought he could broach the subject again, to get at the root of the problem. 

"Honey, what is it that makes it so hard for you to want to need me?" His sincerity was so real she couldn't refuse to answer him.

"Nick, I don't know the whole reason, but maybe because I was raised to be very independent. My mother wanted her daughters to be able to do anything and everything for themselves. She made sure we knew how to take care of ourselves in everyway. Maybe that wasn't the right thing but it was how she raised us." There was just a bit more tension in Julie's voice.

"You are very independent Jules, the most capable woman I've ever know. But that doesn't mean you don't need someone. I want you to need me, I want to be there for you in everyway." His voice in return was quiet and steady hoping to keep her from getting upset again.

"I know I'm capable Nick, I do. But to need someone is entirely different and so hard for me to accept. I don't want to need someone, I want to want someone. I don't know how to explain it Nick and I don't want to talk about it either. Can we drop it?" Julie was feeling exasperated. 

"Jules, if we don't talk about it how can we deal with it? This is important. There is a wall there and you keep me out. Do you know how much I want you to let me in? I feel shut out of your heart." Nick wasn't trying to fight, he just wanted to understand her and for her to understand how much he wanted to be in her life.

"Nick, I can't help your feelings, I let you in, I do. You are a big part of my life. What more can I offer you?" Julie had moved and was sitting on the edge of the lounge chair now. 

"Jules don't you see, I am a part of your life, just a part. You are in every part of my life; you are my life. But you keep me out; you stay just out of reach – in here, in your heart. There is a place you don't let me know or see Julie. I want to see it, I want to know all of you." He was trying so hard to get through to her.

"Nick would you stop saying that please! You are in every part of my life. Why can't you see that? Why do you keep talking about this? What more can I do? Just because I can do things for myself doesn't mean I don't want you. I just don't know what to say so you will understand." Julie was really agitated now. "I can't take this any more tonight Nick. I just can't. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. So how about we see each other tomorrow? I have to go to my sisters in the morning but maybe we can have dinner tomorrow night if you are free." She rose to leave and then leaned over Nick and gave him a quick kiss.

"That's it? You're just leaving it like this? Julie, I think..." That was the proverbial straw that broke the camels back for Julie.

"Please Nick, just go, I am trying to be nice, but please just go. I can't take this anymore tonight. I will call you on my way home tomorrow. If you are free do you want to have dinner?" She really couldn't care less at this point but didn't want to cause another fight.

"Fine, yea, why don't you call me. Try me on my cell, I may just take off for the day." Now he was angry and hurt. He tried but he wasn't going to put up with her stubbornness any more tonight. "Good night Julie, maybe we will talk tomorrow." With that he gave her a little kiss on the cheek and headed for the door, the door he had fixed for her. He left without looking back. She felt him leave more than she saw him leave.

Julie crawled into bed, exhausted, physically as well as mentally. She was tired of thinking, she spent a lifetime thinking and examining, so whatever it was that Nick wanted from her she just didn't have. Even though she knew deep down he was right, it was just something she couldn't do, not anymore, she had been hurt too many times perhaps but there was a part of her that was closed off and she thought for good reason. Julie tossed and turned for what seemed like hours before finally falling off to a sleep that was hardly restful.



The Builder Ch. 03



Morning came all to quickly for Julie. She considered calling Nick but decided against it, she was too grumpy and would probably say something she shouldn’t. The long cool shower she took woke her up but did nothing for her mood and she didn’t really feel like doing anything but she wanted to see her sister and the kids so much that she would go; they would lift her spirits. She had packed a few things and headed out for the day. It would be a good change of scenery and maybe she could talk with her sister about Nick – that it if she even wanted to think about him. Julie laughed to herself, like she had a choice about thinking of him; it was just something she did, like breathing.

When she pulled into her sister’s driveway she heard the kids in the pool and when they heard her car door shut they started yelling their hellos, she loved them so much and their welcome instantly made her mood brighten. She went to the pool and they jumped out to give her a kiss and she greeted their friends too. They wanted “Auntie” to come play in the pool right away. The feeling of being wanted just as she was felt so good to her, she didn’t disappoint them the way she felt she disappointed Nick last night. She told the kids she’d join them in a bit after she’d relaxed with their mom for a while, and that she had brought a surprise for them, and no she wouldn’t tell them what it was yet.

Her sister was waiting on the porch for her and gave her a big hug and kiss. Julie held on a bit longer and tighter her sister noticed.

“What’s wrong Jules?” Sisters know. Julie just looked at her sister with the ‘what do you think is wrong’ face and Trisha knew. “Nick.” It was all that need to be said. 

“Yea, but I don’t want to talk about it yet. There is time enough. Lets just have a chat and catch up. How are you and Joe? The place looks great, as usual.” Julie voice started to relax, she knew she had the whole day to not be judged, she could be whoever and whatever she wanted here, this was family. Something inside made her think that Nick was family too though.

“Joe’s fine and so am I. Come on let’s get something to drink and I want to show you something in the living room.” The two sisters went off chatting and laughing as always. They were the best of friends and had been since childhood. There was a special bond between them, one born from sadness but the bond wasn’t sad, it was love.

Joe, Trisha’s husband came into the kitchen and greeted his sister with a hug asking her how she was. Trisha just gave Joe a look and he let out a chuckle. 

“Oh Nick troubles, I better get out of here now.” Joe was easy to get along with and Julie loved him but with that remark she just stuck her tongue out at him, he just laughed more. He gave his wife a kiss good bye and said he’d be back after his golf game. “Julie, are you staying for dinner? We’re just going to grill some chicken and steaks.”

“I don’t know yet Joe. Thanks, but I will be here when you get back, have fun and remember, swing easy and keep your damn head down.” Julie always kidded him about golf, because she could and because she and her sister had never lost to him and she didn’t want him to forget it.

“Someday Jules, ‘pow to the moon’, just like your sister!” And with that he was gone, leaving the sisters alone to gab.

They sat on the deck talking about nothing and everything and watching the kids have fun with each other. The shouts of ‘Auntie watch this, Auntie watch me’ were almost endless and the two sisters went into the kitchen to make lunch and talk more. Julie told her sister about the fight she’d had with Nick the night before and what she thought about it all. Trisha listened letting her get it all out; the two had always shared everything and valued each other’s thoughts and opinions. Finally when Julie let out a sigh Trisha knew she was done and waiting to hear what she had to say. Trisha knew Julie wouldn’t want to hear it either.

“Julie, I think Nick is right.” She waited for Julie to cut her off but she didn’t. Trish was surprised and knew then that her sister felt more for this man than any other she’d dated. “There is a part of you that is closed. I know it but that is only because we share that same place. Joe said the same thing to me when we first started dating. I was afraid to let him in, afraid to let him love all of me.” 

“Damn, Trisha its so hard. What do I do, I mean how do I let him in – I don’t even want to know it myself. So how do I open it up for him to see, why do I want that?” Julie was so tired, her sister could tell this was a big step for her, after all she’d done it too and knew just how scary it was, Trisha was so grateful for Joe, he was wonderful and she had a feeling that Nick was just as wonderful for her sister.

“Jules, you take it slowly, one step at a time. You have to trust him. Do you trust him? Julie, do you love him?” Trisha was sure Julie did but wanted her sister to admit it out loud that would be the first step.

“I don’t know Trisha, I think so but I don’t know what love is. I know I hurt right now. I feel badly about how mean I was last night. I know I hurt him. Trish I told him to leave, that I couldn’t take it anymore. When he walked out the door I felt numb, like I just ruined a good thing you know? God, I don’t know what I feel anymore. I just - oh hell I don’t know.” Not only could Trisha hear Julie’s sadness but also it showed on her face, in fact her whole body looked sad. She’d not seen her sister like this before.

“Jules I think you do know. You just don’t want to admit it. I know for me it was hard to tell Joe the same thing. But I did and it isn’t as scary as you think honey. Let’s just finish making this stuff and have some lunch with the kids. Come on.” Trisha knew her sister well and knew she needed to be distracted for a while and the kids were perfect for that.

They all had lunch together on the porch and laughed and teased one another. The kids were just what Julie needed, her mood brightened around them always. Trisha had always wanted her sister to find someone to love and have a family of her own but that never happened and her kids were as close to being Julie’s as they could ever be. They adored their aunt and she them; the bond between she and the kids was as strong as the bond the sisters shared. 

Julie’s nephew kept hinting about the surprise and Julie loved to keep them in suspense as long as possible. Trish left them all together to have fun and went into the house to make a phone call and clean up the kitchen; she listened to the laughter outside and knew what she had to do.

Julie came into the kitchen to get the surprise for the kids, she always brought a favorite treat for them. Trisha was just hanging up the phone and handed her sister a platter when she saw the bakery box come out of the refrigerator. Julie placed the fruit tarts and cookies on the platter and smiled at her sister. Trisha knew the kids would be bouncing off the wall soon and gave her sister a smirk that said ‘sure, you’ll be gone and I’ll be stuck with those wild children’ but they both knew it was all in fun and love. As soon as Julie appeared back on the deck with the platter the kids were diving in for their treats.

It was such as pleasant scene and Julie was so relaxed. But in her mind she wondered if she called Nick would he want to see her? She wondered if she blew the whole thing last night. Her thoughts continued to wander to last night; what she could have done, what she didn’t do, there was so much behind her wall. Her sister was right, she had to let him in.

The kids went off playing and Julie and Trisha sat in silence for a while. Julie was lost in her thoughts and her sister knew she was struggling but she also knew Julie needed time to work this out. Trisha got up and gave her sister a kiss on the head and told her she was going in to make a few things for dinner. Julie offered to help but Trisha said no, she wanted her sister to relax and have some quiet time. 

Julie didn’t know how she was going to let her guard down with Nick; it was hard to be so vulnerable. She felt scared but she knew Nick was worth the risk and the effort too. She reached for her cell phone and listened to his home phone ring and ring. When the voice mail picked up she didn’t know whether to leave a message or not; she decided not and hung up. She quickly dialed his cell number before she lost her courage. His cell phone too rang and rang; again she hung up without leaving a message but knew that he would see her call come in. Then she started to second-guess herself – he would know I called and didn’t leave a message, maybe I should call back and leave a message, maybe this, maybe that. She was so off balance and she didn’t like it at all. Julie was always self-assured but not around Nick. Closing her eyes Julie drifted off to sleep.

When Julie woke they chatted quietly again; Trisha asking if Julie had called Nick, was she staying for dinner and just chitchat. When Julie’s cell phone rang she saw it was Nick on the ID and motioned to her sister she was going to take it inside. 

“Hi Nick, how are you?” There was tentativeness to Julie’s voice.

“Hi, Jules, I’m fine, thanks. How are you today? Did you get any sleep?” Nick’s voice was strong but gentle too. She thought he would be angry with her, as she was with herself.

“Not much sleep no. I’m tired. Nick, I’m sorry about last night, I really am. I wish it wasn’t complicated.” A heavy sigh escaped her, so heavy that Nick could feel her tension.

“Sweetheart, come home. We can have a quiet dinner and just relax together. There is no need to bring anything up tonight, just come on home.” That soothing voice was what she needed, and she noticed he called her sweetheart and wanted her to come home.

“I will Nick, I will. I can pick something up on the way or do you want to go out?” He heard a change in her voice and he smiled.

“You just come home, I’ll take care of things. I’ll be at your place by 6 o’clock, and I’ll bring dinner. You just be there ok? I will see you later sweetheart.” With that he hung up and Julie’s spirits lifted.

The ride home was far happier then her drive that morning. Julie was singing to the songs on the radio and the grin returned to her face, it had been missing for a few days. Even the typical Cape Cod traffic of Saturday afternoon didn’t bother her, she just rolled on happily.



The Builder Ch. 04



Nick’s car was in the driveway when she arrived and she took a deep breath before heading inside. She was going to let him in, she had to, and she knew she was in love with him but her stomach was so tight, what if he decided to let things go, let her go? Julie’s voice smiled when she came through the door and called out a greeting.

“Nick? Hi there, where are you?” Julie let out that long breath she’d been holding. She wanted to get this over and done with now, she didn’t know if she could keep her courage up for a long time.

“Hi sweetheart.” Nick came to the front door and gathered her into his arms and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. Julie in turn kissed him hard on the mouth, pressing herself to him, wanting to never leave his embrace.

When they walked through the foyer into the living room Julie saw the dinning table set with candles and roses. Her surprise was evident and she turned to Nick with a tear in her eye.

“Oh no, there will be no tears tonight. Tonight is for us to relax and enjoy, no talking about anything distressing. Just us being us.” He took her hand and kissed it as they went to the kitchen bar for a drink. 

He took her hand again and lead her outside, the two just sat with each other quietly, taking in the beauty of the evening and the unspoken love between them. As the summer sun set he mentioned dinner, and the couple made their way inside to the kitchen. They moved about easily as they pulled everything together. Nick had forgotten nothing as usual and they sat to enjoy their salads, there was no talk about yesterday, they just enjoyed themselves being together. 

“Nick, I want to tell you something.” Julie was cautious, her stomach in knots.

“Sweetheart you don’t need to say a thing, remember tonight is to relax.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to say anything but he didn’t want her to feel she had to. Plus he didn’t want to fight and the potential was there he knew.

“I know, but I just have to say you are right. There is a place inside me that I don’t let you see. I talked with Trisha today and I know now I want to share that with you. I want to tell you what is there.” Julie was nervous, this could go well or she could shut back down.

She told him all about that place, even describing what it looked like to her. She told him what she sees in its place now. What happened, when, all of it; she let everything out, the abuse, the fighting, the chaos and hell, no holes barred. She told him why she was scared to need him, why she fought his love and that she needed his help. Nick listened intently and quietly. When she was done she let out a long breath. She waited for him to say something, anything, but he didn’t. Instead he took her hand and kissed it. Well that did it, the flood gates were about to open she knew and Nick noticed her eyes filling with tears.

“Julie, I love you. With all my heart I love you. I want to be with you always, anywhere and everywhere. There is nothing you can tell me that will change that, I love you.” His voice was calm, he was calm and he hoped she’d remain calm. She didn’t, the tears came falling down like a summer thunderstorm. She tried to tell him she loved him too, but her words were muffled and she was all a stutter from crying.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok, relax. I know what you are trying to say. You love me too.” She was shaking her head yes as her tears came streaming down her face. 

He moved to her and pulled her to him. His arms enveloped her and her tears and she let them flow and he did nothing to stop them. He knew she needed to cry it out and each tear was like another invitation inside her hidden place. He knew all about that place before she told him. Trisha had called him earlier in the day and confided in him, knowing her sister loved him. He assured Trisha that he loved her sister and thanked her for calling.

Nick cried that afternoon too, not because of what was in that place but for the woman she was despite it. He knew he was in love with her but after that phone call he loved her as if his life depended on it. So now with her in his arms crying he wanted to let her know he wasn’t going anywhere, he was right there with her and he wasn’t going to leave. He felt her tears just as he felt them last night but tonight they weren’t keeping him out, they were allowing him in. Nick stroked her hair and held her until he felt no more tears falling onto his chest and then he leaned back to look at her.

Julie’s eyes were slow to lift to his but they did and she saw him looking at her with a tenderness she’d never known in her life. He smiled and she followed. He kissed her gently on her lips and she followed. He kissed her harder and longer and she followed. When she looked up at him she saw a smile so wide she thought she could live inside it forever. A final stuttering sigh left her mouth.

“I love you Nick. I love you so much, I am sorry about ……” 

“There is nothing to be sorry about Jules.” He held her tighter. “I am glad you let me, you have given me a special gift, thank you.”

They stayed in their embrace holding on to each other, neither wanting to let go ever. It was the moment of their togetherness, started with a tear and sealed with a kiss. Julie was overwhelmed by his love of her, he only wanted to sooth her, letting her know that real love existed and they had it. They whispered their love to one another and knew nothing could intrude on this moment.

Well, maybe a little something. They heard the buzzer from the kitchen; they slowly broke their embrace and headed to the kitchen. They found themselves scooting around each other, pulling the dishes out, having to bump the other out of the way, it was all non-verbal and they laughed softly. When Nick was in her way again she bumped him to move, he didn’t. He looked at her with a grin, almost a smirk.

“What?” She blurted, “What are you grinning about? I need to get to that cabinet.”

“I know, you can reach it, I don’t have to move. Go ahead, get the bowl.” Not only was he grinning but now even his voice seemed to be playing with her.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play it, well fine. I will.” Julie reached over him trying not to touch him but knowing there was no way, she was going to lose this round in their playful dance. 

She stood on her tippy-toes and tried to reach around but lost her balance and fell into him. She had to grab him to keep from falling, he grabbed back. He held her with her back arched and her head falling away, the classic kiss pose and smiled his evil grin at her.

“Right where I want you my dear. Are you a damsel in distress?” His voice was accented playfully.

“I suppose you think you are here to save me, you know me Nick, I don’t need help!” The laughter coming from her was louder then the words she tried to speak.

Nick was laughing so hard he almost dropped her and she clung to him all the more. It was just what she was feeling in her heart too. He pulled her up and met her half way with his mouth. He kissed her as she’d never been kissed before. His mouth covered hers and he searched for her tongue with his, pulling it into his mouth as if to claim her. They straighten and kissed passionately, long and wet, the kiss spoke volumes to each of them. Both knew what the other was saying with the kiss, they came together in that one kiss.

When she pulled back, both were breathless. His eyes showed her the future and she in turn smiled with hers to let him see inside. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Dinner sat on the counter and neither looked back.



The Builder Ch. 05



Julie’s bedroom had floor to ceiling windows on the backside of the house that overlooked the canal. Her home was situated on the lot to take advantage of sun as it rose and set; her original plans had her house placed more traditionally until Nick suggested a change. It was one of their first disagreements during the building project. Most of Nick’s ideas enhanced not only the beauty of the house but the functionality too. 

In so many ways Nick was a part of this house. He came to know her tastes and wants so well that he would even make some additions without consulting Julie. She learned not to protest too much because she saw the quality of his ideas and craftsmanship.

As they entered the bedroom, Julie lit a few of the candles that were around the room, the flickering light danced off the windows, walls and ceiling and added warmth. The bed was set against a small wall that angled out toward the windows; it was another change Nick had made. It turned her ho-hum master bedroom into a romantic suite with a cozy sitting area where she would sit and read on a lazy day. Nick’s touches were everywhere in her home, it was his home too in many ways.

Julie moved to the dressing room to change, Nick had given her a beautiful pink gown last week and tonight she wanted to wear it for him. It was pale pink, almost blush in color, with simple spaghetti straps and lace covering her breasts, the gown flowed easily down her body and came to her mid thigh, the hem was lace as were the side slits. She combed her hair and added just a touch of her fragrance oil he liked so much. 

She was nervous, as if this was their first time and in some ways it was, he knew about that hidden place now, would that matter to him, would it matter to her? She knew it mattered to her, it always had and she was glad she let him in, now she would show him how glad she was. As she returned into the main room Nick as standing by the windows looking out, he had already undressed to his briefs and when he turned around and saw her it was his gentle smile that called to her. She went into his arms with no hesitation.

“You’re beautiful sweetheart.” Julie blushed at his words, and mumbled a thank you to him. “You’re not getting all shy with me are you?” He titled her head up to look at her.

“No, ah, nnn…” More mumbling and then she found her voice and said, “No, Nick I am not getting shy, I love you Nick!” It was the first time she’d had said that to him and the smile on her face and the strength in her words brought a smile to his face too.

Nick leaned in to kiss her gently, letting his tongue briefly flicker over her lips before opening her mouth to him. Julie tried to stifle a small moan as she pressed her mouth and body against his, feeling his tongue upon hers and kissing him deeper. Her hands move around his neck where her fingers lightly caressed him causing a shiver in Nick. He moved a hand down her back, feeling her skin and then the soft silkiness of her gown, sliding down to her behind and pulling her tight against him. 

When Nick broke their kiss Julie moaned for more, he took her hand and led her to the bed, putting her gently on her back, he crawled up her with a look that said he was about to devour her. His head moved down to her lips again and they continued their kiss with passion that was almost fierceness. He had almost his full weight was upon her and he slipped a hand down her side, lightly touching the flesh of her breast, stopping to caress her mound as it spilled out from her gown. 

Julie reacted with a squirm under him, and he moved his hand farther down her body, to the outside of her thigh, her legs began to spread, inviting him in closer, wanting him closer. Julie slipped a hand in between them and her fingers found their way to his crotch, she could feel the heat through his briefs and stroked and touched him. Nick let out a growl as she slipped her hand inside and wrapped her hand around his hardening cock.

“Oh God sweetheart that feels so good.” Nick’s heavy breath was moaning the words and his mouth moved to her neck to suck and kiss her.

“Mmmmmmm oh Nick, yesssss.” Those would be the last intelligible words the couple could share for some time. Their movements beget moans and groans or soft cries and loud screams.

Nick kissed his way down her neck and slid the gown from her shoulders, giving him what he wanted, her breasts. His mouth took an already erect nipple into his mouth and his tongue flicked over the top and around it, her other breast was in his hand, his palm lightly touching the nipple and Julie arched up for more of his touch. 

Her hands moved off his cock to the waistband of his briefs, Nick lifted slightly to allow them off with ease, grateful to be out of the restraints of the material and Julie’s hand was once again there, her fingers touching up and down, a gentle stroke front and back, her hand using his fluid to ease the sliding as she went.

His cock twitched in her hand and he slithered down her body farther, leaving her hand empty of his cock, mumbling something but moving down more. His hand lifted her gown over her stomach and his tongue played around her bellybutton as her hips rose higher over and over. He settled between her spread legs and his hands slipped under to lift her, moving her legs over his shoulders as he gazed as his beckoning feast.

Julie couldn’t stand the wait and thrust herself towards his face, and Nick dove in as if he’d not had a meal in years. His fingers, his tongue, his feast. He spread her lips, he tasted her, entered her, sucked her, loved her. Her orgasms were like waves in the ocean, never ending, and always another coming. 

He could feel her legs pressing into his back pushing him deeper, his tongue was inside her as she crested another wave and he drank her up, but still not satisfied. He lifted his eyes to see her, the delight he saw was his impetuous to slide two fingers within her, slowly moving them in and out before building to a tempo that brought more of his life drink, his thirst was insatiable just as her want was for more.

Nick wanted to give her everything he could, their love making had never been this passionate, perhaps it was the freedom she finally felt, perhaps it was that they were now one but he knew he wouldn’t stop until she begged him. As Julie felt the last of that wave Nick moved the fingers he had inside her, curling them to stroke her g-spot to life. The nub roughened up and he knew it wouldn’t take but a moment or two before she was feeling everything more intensely then ever. He heard the change in her sounds and she screamed out, he didn’t stop and he kept bringing her over that glorious edge, she flowed out and he didn’t stop, not until she begged him did he stop and then he gently touched her clit for another pulsating orgasm. 

Nick slid back up to hold her in his arms as she quivered and panted. Julie tried to say something but could get nothing out and there wasn’t a word for how she felt, the euphoria was overwhelming all her senses. Nick continued holding her; he brushed the hair from her face and dried the glistening sweat while gently caressing her. She purred in his ear, her contentment was deep, just like the passion she felt for him.

Julie’s breath returned and she felt herself returning from the blissful trip Nick had given her. She kissed his lips and smiled up at him, his eyes held hers and she felt herself blush.

“Darling why are you blushing?” His voice held the same smile on his face.

“I’m not blushing Nick.” She knew she was and her own smile betrayed her.

“Oh, so what I am looking at really isn’t happening? That isn’t a coy smile on your face? You look as though you want something but can’t bring yourself to ask. Am I right? Hmmm?” Teasing Julie was always easy for Nick not to mention quite enjoyable.

“I can’t see what you’re looking at sweetheart, perhaps you are imagining things.” The laughter came out as soon as she said it, she knew and she knew he knew too, which only made her blush more. He loved that about Julie, she was almost shy about their intimacy. She had grown more comfortable but there was still sweetness to her shyness.

“You, my love, are incredible. How is it that you can be ‘Miss Competent and Friendly’ everywhere and when we are here you become shy and coy? Care to explain that dearest?” She knew the answer and knew he was teasing her. Julie was about to change all that, Nick wouldn’t be asking that question of her again, that thought brought a grin, a wicked smirk to her face, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now what are you thinking Jules? I can see that mind of yours turning, spill it now or I take other measures to get it out of you.” Julie knew he meant that too but she wouldn’t give him the chance, she would take her newfound openness with him and show him what she felt, show him the difference in her, now that she allowed him inside her heart.

“Oh yea? You think so huh?” She was trying to play tough with him with not a chance in the world. “I’ve got my ways too you know mister!” And she jumped up to her knees and was peering down at him, still with a grin he’d never seen before. His laughter egged her on more.

Julie looked into his eyes, hers were smiling at him but they also showed a smoldering quality. She knew what she wanted and it was all about giving, giving him that new place that was created by him that night. Julie looked from his eyes, slowly down his torso and beyond; she didn’t notice she was licking her lips as her eyes took all of him in. She lower her head to his and kissed him with hunger, she’d never felt this way for anyone before and she’d never felt this way herself. Her mouth covered his and she pulled his lips into her mouth, her tongue flowing over them before releasing them and forging ahead into his mouth. She wanted to leave no doubt in his mind what she wanted and felt for him.

She broke the kiss and lifted her head slightly to look again into his eyes, she couldn’t believe they were looking at her, looking in her now, really in her. Again Julie lowered her head but this time to his neck and kissed again, fast then slow, pulling his earlobe into her mouth and breathing into his ear like a whisper. She moved on, around his neck, under his chin and around to his other ear, repeating the same whispered breath.

She had his attention, so much so that his breathing was shallow and ragged. She was only beginning, her hand slid over his chest, caressing each nipple, feeling them harden more with her touch. He could hear her moan as her mouth trailed behind her hand, leaving kisses and licks as she went. Nick’s breath caught as she pulled a nipple into her mouth and sucked, then flicked her tongue over the hard nub. Moving slowly down his body Julie left no place untouched, she turned her head to look at Nick just before rimming his navel, first with her fingertip then with her tongue. He almost came unglued with the look on her face, he wanted to plunge his hands into her hair and pull her back to his mouth but Julie had other plans for her mouth.

As Julie’s hand lightly touched his cock, Nick let out a groan and his hips thrust up. Her one hand couldn’t hold his thickness, he was so hard he didn’t think he could hold back, but she looked once again at him as if to say ‘not yet my love, not yet’ and her hand slid down his shaft to the base and she twisted her wrists around and around ever so lightly, teasing him and enjoying every sensation she felt in her hand. She kneeling over him with her knees at his waist, he could reach out and touch her and he did, caressing her breast and then covering as much as he could in his hand, squeezing her and teasing her nipple. The moans of both filled the air.

Julie had no plans to stop or be distracted; she shifted herself down the bed straddled one of his legs and was now she was facing him. This was her feast, placing both hands on his cock she slid up and down and around his shaft, feeling the heat and the moisture of his precum. When she pulled both hands off him, she brought one to her mouth and tasted him licking each finger, slowly and tantalizingly. Her free hand moved down under his shaft and cupped his balls, lifting them, feeling their heft in her hand and smiling at him. As her last finger slipped from her mouth she smiled and moved her mouth closer to his hardness, her tongue played on the head, tasting more. 

“Oh God, Julessssssss Mmmmmmm…..” Barely able to get the words out before she took his head into her mouth.

The sounds were heaven to her, she so wanted to give him all the pleasure she could and opened her mouth more to take more of him in, her tongue flat against his shaft. Nick’s hips lifted again and so quickly her mouth was full, just as she wanted. Her hand held him from the base as her mouth began to glide up and then down, again and again. His balls in her other hand and slipping backwards to rub him and allowing her finger to rim around his hole so very lightly. 

The love she was showing him completely mesmerized his senses and he arched his back sending his hips higher and now he was deeper in her mouth then ever. She’d never felt this before and would take as much as she could, her tongue slipped around and flitted about as her head once again moved up and then down. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth and was spurred on to move quicker, sucking harder on him, pulling him deeper and deeper. 

As his hips thrust up again she felt him hitting the back of her throat and her mouth closed around him, trying to hold him in, but as he lowered his hips he was able to pull totally out of her mouth and she let out a moan. She looked up to his face, she saw the pleasure on his face and wanted more.

“No, no sweetie, stop.” Julie was confused for a moment until he grinned at her. “Unless you think we are done for the night then no more, I could barely hold back and I want more of you. Come here babe.” 

She blushed slightly as she moved up his body settling down on top of him, feeling his hard cock so near her lips, wanting to shimmied just a touch this way or that way to feel him at her opening. She so wanted to be filled with him, feeling impatient she wiggled a bit more. Nick started to grin, he knew what she was doing and there wasn’t anything he wanted more either. As his cock was just about to slide in, Nick pulled her up and into his arms, and holding her tightly slid her off his body. He knew she loved the feeling of him on top and tonight would give her anything she wanted, she was looking up into his eyes, waiting that wondrous feeling of becoming one. 

He had to tease her a little though, sliding his cock up and down her slit, almost entering and then sliding up and down more, waiting to hear her beg for him. Julie did not disappoint him either, her hips were thrusting to try to capture him and pull him inside her and then finally moaning and begging him. Nick stopped a moment, looked into her eyes and they both held their gaze as he slowly began that journey they both wanted and needed. The perfection of it all was overwhelming and Julie sighed with delight as he felt the fullness, the oneness.

The two of them now one, not moving yet, only wanting to feel the awesomeness of it all. Nick moved slightly and she moaned, but knew the pleasure that would come to them, she moved with him, slowly and followed his pace. He slipped almost out of her and then slowly again returned, over and over, each time deeper and moving faster until they were both panting and groaning for the climax of the dance. His hips rotated and grinded against her, she clenched him within her, wanting to hold him tightly, on they moved. Harder and faster and the wave was building, each could feel it, each move brought them closer until there was no holding back and the explosion peaked inside her. She still bearing down on him, he still filling her, their union made.

Nick collapsed on top of Julie, both breathing hard and feeling the beads of sweat slide off them, hearts pounding against the other. He stayed inside her and as squeezed him tight, pulling everything he had into her, she wanted all of him, there was room for him now, in the place that opened up today. 

Never had they had such an experience as tonight, never had she so freely given herself to another and so totally, that night she let go of something and in its place was Nick and his love for her.

As their breath and senses returned Julie smiled at Nick and gave him a sweet kiss. The feelings she had for him couldn’t be contained, nor would they ever be contained again. Her smile turned into a slight giggle and when Nick asked her about it she laughed again.

“Nick, this was the most incredible night of my life. Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for waiting for me, I am sorry it took so long to let you in.” Julie wasn’t sad but there was a tear forming in her eye and Nick kissed it away, ssshhhhhing her and letting her know she was worth the wait. 

Her smile turned into a grin and his face revealed his inquiry as to why she was grinning.

“Well, this all began as a fight. Our first real fight and look how it turned out!” Biting her lip and giggling more she added, “So, what can we fight about next?”



The Builders



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It was incessant. It was driving Rachel insane. It had woken her up before eight that morning. After another bad night with the baby it was all she needed. That noise was enough to drive anyone crazy. She just wanted it to stop. Not only had it woken her but it had woken the baby as well. And she was already cranky and over-excitable from teething. To top it all off she had been a nightmare to get to sleep. Now it was starting all over again.

Rachel had already tried complaining to the building management but these works were too important for a little thing like a crying baby to interfere with the property values of a few rich schmucks. But this was too much. Noise like that was considered torture by the United Nations and prohibited from use against prisoners of war. But single mothers and six month old babies were fair game? All right so she realized that she was one of less than a handful of people that was home during the day. She had tolerated weeks of hammering and drilling, but that was intermittent. Whatever they were doing now was non-stop. And it was too much.

Without thought that she wore only a thin night shirt, Rachel raged out into the hall, looking for the first workman she could find to accost. She did not have far to look of course. She opened her mouth and weeks of frustration flowed out. She started -screaming and yelling. To be fair, she had to just to be heard. But she let them have it until the noise stopped and an older man came over. Rachel was shaking, visibly trembling as she tried to explain to the man. Of course, wouldn't you know, he barely spoke any English. It was a builder's nightmare come to life. 

After talking to the man, or trying to anyway, for several minutes, Rachel thought perhaps she had made her point. She turned to go back to her apartment, content that at least she had said her peace. It might have ended there too if she had not heard the laugh from behind her and turned to see the men snickering together, making crude motions with their hips. She did not need to understand their language to know what was being said. They spoke the universal language of 'assholes.' She turned and strode back over to them like an avenging Valkyrie hand maiden. 

Hands planted firmly on her hips she stared down the older man that she had first spoken with, the one who at least spoke a bit of English. "Trust me, asshole, there is not a one of you man enough to give me what I need. So here is a little challenge for you, shithead. Choose your best and send him around after work. If he fucks me into submission then you can continue this shit. If I fuck him into submission then you find a quieter way of getting this job done...no matter how much it costs you."

The man stared at her for a long moment. His face was clearly readable. He could not believe that his limited English had heard her right. "Oh yeah, you heard me right." She used her hips in a pump and grind to mimic the men's earlier insults, "A fucking contest. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"We get in trouble. Big trouble," he muttered.

"No, you will get in big trouble if I go to your bosses now. I will call the police about the noise, tell them about your insults and call the company to complain. Another crew will probably show up tomorrow making just as much noise so that won't do me any good. But you would all be out of jobs. Is that what you want? Or do you want a fighting chance of keeping me quiet? I promise even if I do lose, which I won't, I will not tell anyone. Do we have a deal?" Rachel held out her hand.

The man stared at her for another long moment. He looked from man to man of his crew. Then he slowly nodded his greying head, "Deal."

"See you or one of you at five then," she said as she turned to go back into her apartment. 

She had plans to make and toys to get out. Lots of them. Toys that she had not used in over a year. But it felt good. Felt really good. Mistress Rage was back. She almost pitied the poor schmuck that got selected for the job. She wondered if the foreman would think to take the spoils for himself? How long had it been since that jerk had a really good one? Probably a long time from the sour look on his face. Or maybe the old man would realize that at his age, he might not have the stamina to win a contest like this.

Rachel closed the door and leaned back against it with a broad smile. Win or loose, it felt good. Good to be back to her old self and she looked forward to taking those bragging assholes down a few pegs. A loud wail came from the nursery just as that infernal racket started again. She sighed and cursed, but first she had to get through this day. 



The Builders Next Door



Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either side only have one floor, they're bungalows. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window (we have a 6 feet high fence), we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the bottom was facing where the conservatory was being built. 

The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded cross members and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few layers of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few spare pieces of scaffold and made a slight modification to it. He left it so that there was a vertical bar about 6 inches from where my pussy is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that night, but the next evening Jon took a look at the building work and told me that the next day was going to be 'my day'. He told me that the way PVC conservatories are built meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the next morning he told me to cover my front with suntan lotion and to go and make myself comfortable on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankles and wrists to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the next 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite cold and not very happy. Even the thought of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime (my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime) I started to warm up and could hear some noise from next door. My mind started having visions of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photographs of me (see my Journal). That time Jon had some control over the builders, but this time he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able to do anything they liked to me. The piece of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches from my pussy would make it difficult for someone to actually fuck me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the exciting times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout, 

"Fucking hell! Come and have a look at this." 

Everything went quiet and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice tingling in my lower stomach and pussy was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming round, had the gone for their lunch, or what? The anticipation and not knowing was getting me even more excited. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down between my arse cheeks.

After what seemed like hours I heard the side gate open. Next I heard feet walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch my right nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little. 

Still there was silence. I was just starting to think that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough. 

"Hello, is anyone there?" I said. 

After about a minute, a young sounding man's voice said, 

"Are you all right?" 

Relieved and excited, I said, 

"Oh Hi, I was beginning to think that I was imagining that someone was there." 

"What are you doing out here like that?" the man's voice asked.

"My Master restrained me here this morning. It's my punishment for not obeying him." I said. 

"Your Master! That means that you're his slave?" the tone of his voice asked. 

"Yes, I do everything that he tells me, and he uses me as he pleases." I said. 

"So he abuses you and you're happy about that?" was the reply. 

I just said, "Yes" and waited.

After a long pause a second man's voice said, 

"Right then, you won't mind if we 'abuse' you a bit will you?" 

With that I felt a rough hand grab my right breast and start mauling it. Then another hand on my left breast. My nipples (which were rock hard) were being pulled in every direction. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that," the first man's voice said. The second man said, 

"If you want to miss an opportunity like this then bugger of and finish putting that roof on. I'm going to have a piece of this slut." 

After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate bang, then I felt a hand on my pussy. As a finger went inside me, the man said, 

"You're loving this aren't you?" I was, but I didn't say so.

The hand on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the little rings in my pussy lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both hands went away and I felt the whole scaffolding frame move. 

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs?" he asked. 

I didn't answer him. After the whole frame moved another couple of times everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the frame because the next thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force my mouth open. 

"Suck that bitch" he said. So I did. 

He was stood above my head with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get much of his dick in my mouth, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as nice as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his load into my mouth there was a long pause before I felt him climb off the frame. 

"I'm off for a spanner, don't go away." He said laughingly. 

There was a few seconds quiet and I was thinking, 

"Oh shit, Jon's not going to like this," when I heard Jon say, 

"Can I help you?"

"Err um, me and my mate are working next door and have just seen your slave, err woman. I though I'd better come and see that she was all right." He said. 

"Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you Vanessa?" Jon replied. 

Before I had chance to answer, the man said, "Right then, I'll get back to work."

Jon came over to me and asked me if I'd enjoyed myself. I told him that I had, but not enough to cum. He then told me that he'd watched the whole thing from the upstairs window and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like. 

"Not as nice as yours Master." I answered. 

Jon then told me that he'd take care of me in a minute, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared. 

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the extra poll off. I thought that he was going to fuck me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later. 

"Wanted to make sure we had an audience," he said as he rammed his dick into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his load into me. When he pulled out of me I said, 

"Master, please make me cum, I need to cum." 

Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion that my frustrations were not to be relieved when I felt one of my vibrators being pushed inside me. Then it was switched on. It wasn't long before I reached my first orgasm of the day. Then the second. Just as the third was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrists and ankles and told me to go and get a shower. It took ages for my eyes to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the builders were working, the conservatory roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the front window and saw the builder's van drive off.

I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them, and is happy with them.

Love 

Vanessa



The Building Maintance Man



She just looked at me and smiled.

"Go down stairs dear we will be done in half...OOohh shhit...make that an hour" as the ass hole pumped her a little harder.

Well there it was she had told me I had nothing to worry about, she loved me this morning she was going out to have some fun while I was at work. I had I known this was her idea of fun I would have stayed home and got laid. I stood there with my mouth hanging open for a few moments with a flurry of thoughts and a confused mixture of emotions, hate, anger, sorrow, humiliation, trepidation and most of all the loss of trust at her betrayal. 

We had been married for twelve years; never once had I had doubts about Annie's faithfulness. How could I be so clueless? 

I was jolted from my momentary paralysis by Jackson pushing me out the door and closing it on me. I had been kicked out of my own bedroom so he could fuck my wife. How could I let that happen? How could she let it happen?

I went down stairs and sat down with Jose Cuervo we had a pretty good conversation going when they emerged from the bedroom that used to be ours. She waked him to the door and kissed him good bye. The fucker was eyeballing me with fucking smirk on his face. He knew I couldn't hurt him ,he was everything I wasn't...rich, six five at two hundred and forty pounds of muscle, me I weigh in at a buck fifty at five foot nine, I had no chance of beating him head to head.

"See you tomorrow at work Annie" yup Jackson Samuels was her boss. He played in the NFL for two years but he also had a Masters in business administration now he was a self-made millionaire with the seed money from playing football, he was also a self-made ass hole, "later Cucky oops I mean Chucky "he laughed as he left. I saluted Jose once more. I started to pour another when Annie put her hand on my shoulder, I flinched and spilled some on the table...fuck sorry Jose, I moved the glass and put my lips down to the table sucking the golden liquid up, making sounds like when your Big gulp has run dry, then you put the straw in the bottom corner to get the last vestiges of the quenching liquid, a fitting comparison to our marriage. All I could do know was toss Annie out like the ice or wait for the ice to melt and drink the remaining liquid that was a pale second to the rich full flavor of the original. The love was gone now what was left was room and board a slut to fuck if she had the time.

"Charles that is disgusting, why are you drinking anyway, you know I don't like it" so...like I give a fuck.

"Not as disgusting as seeing as seeing Jacksons black ass and ball sack staring at me from my....my old bed" I tipped another shot of the magic elixir sending it burning down to fill the hole in my heart. Damn it I felt a drop on my hand. Putting it to my lips I discovered it was too salty to be the ambrosia...shit I was leaking from my eyes.

"Oh god, don't be a baby, look I apologize for having him here ok, but he had to get to the airport and we didn't have time to go to his condo."

"Gee I hope I didn't delay him with my interruption" as I poured another shot I watched the golden stream fall into the one once glass made specifically for this sort of recreation, it seemed to be in slow-motion as it flows up the other side trying to escape but quickly became a victim of gravity once more, pooling onto its self then threating to overflow, I return the bottle to its natural position, pointing to the sun. 

"There is no need to be sarcastic Chuck I still love you dear nothing has to change. I still need you. You are an excellent husband and father Chuck, it's just well Jackson has a ten inch cock; you know I can't even get my hand around it. He just ....enhances our love making." I'm sure it's a thrill a minute.

"So how long has Jackson been 'Enhancing' our marriage Anna?" I use my thumb and three fingers to grasp the glass as I picked up my next shot of liquid escape...my hand was trembling, I had to raise the glass slowly so I wouldn't spill the wonderful nectar.

"It was about six months after I started working for his company, you remember the Christmas party when we had to go to the office for an hour or so to help a customer's emergency. He took me on the couch in his office" Let's see that was five years ago. Her revelation distracted me from my immediate task at hand, breathing or actually sobbing when I should have been drinking, the result was a bit of alcohol in my windpipe making me choke, it was by sheer force of will I put off the urge to choke the golden liquid sent to its intended destination before coughing. "You were in the bath room when Jackson caught me under the mistletoe we kissed when you came out we had to leave before he fucked me right there on the table." 



"So I got sloppy seconds that night?" I remember she said she was so wet from all the attention she received from the men at the party. I also remember the looks I got, I never liked them so I didn't go again and she didn't ask, she said she was going with a girlfriend and not to wait up. Gloria lived really close and she would crash there for the night. I'm such a fool.

"Well...yes but you have since then too, not all the time but it never seemed to bother you, I still love having sex with you it just made it better" I remember those times she said she was extra horny and asked if I could get her off with my tongue. The bitch intentionally fed me his cum.

I got up and went to the porch with my bottle and shot glass, I just hopped I wouldn't throw up. She didn't follow me.

I woke with a killer hangover and a kink in my neck. The stupid bitch had actually put a blanket over me, she always was thoughtful. I looked at the bottle it still contained a measure of magic elixir at least enough to dull my senses I poured the first one and tossed it back. It revolted, I tossed the contents of my guts right on the lawn I sat back down spit over the rail and poured. I had just enough to make me calm but not so much that I was unable to function. I started to move my stuff to the spare room not waiting for her to get up. She always slept in on the week end.

"MMm what are you doing you know I like to sleep in on the weekends"

"I don't give a shit what you like... I'm moving to the spare room until I find a place" She woke up completely now.

"What are you talking about Chuck? Moving out you can't move out what about the children?" I stopped for a second. What about the children.

"Ya about them I guess I'll have a DNA test done see to if they are mine" she looked funny getting red and angry it made me chuckle.

"You son of a bitch how dare you, do you think I'm a slut or something, just for that you will not be getting of this pussy for quite a while"

"Gee thanks that takes the pressure of me to live up to Jackson's standards." It's not like I wanted to get any more of that stinky pussy anyway, fine by me keep it far away.

"Don't think you can just run off and divorce me, I still love you Chuck, but so help me god I will put you in the poor house if you leave me."

"Yes I can feel the love you have for me"

"Please Chuck; just don't do anything foolish, I don't want to loose you." She kissed my forehead like a child she had just scolded to make it all better.

I am Mechanical building maintenance technician by trade I earn good money, my current job was paying me $35 hr. and I putting lots of overtime at time and a half. So money wasn't the problem. The problem was big dick Jackson Samuels. He was a smooth talker and good looking and smart.

I needed him out of our lives and Annie needed to see the error of her ways. In my current profession I knew A/C repair, elevator repair, alarm systems, plumbing and electrical I could pretty much fix any building from my own house to the Sears tower. 

The one thing those two didn't know about me, was my past as a B&E artist I could open doors, safes bypass alarm systems, scale buildings. I was very good at too,until I got tossed in jail once for a nonrelated offence for one month, it was more than enough for me to start walking the straight and narrow. I went to school and landed some pretty decent jobs in maintenance. 

I lived in seclusion in my room coming out only for meals, work and for the kids, Annie had made several attempts to get me in her room for sex, the closest she got was sneaking up on me while I slept and gave me a blow Job. I shot off in her mouth; she ran to the bathroom and spit it out yelling at me that I could have warned her. 

I had bugged the house phone and set her cell to call forward so when she got a call I could listen. "Jackson, Chuck is not to happy, I know we expected that, I managed to give him a blow job yesterday morning but I can't get him to come back to me. You said he was a wimp and we could have him be our cuckold that he would accept that... I had needs, but I don't want to lose him I do love him and he is the father of my children."

"Just hang in there baby keep working on him I'll see if I can get anyt dirt on him so you can keep him and then I can make him eat my cum from you well fucked pussy I know how that gets you off."

"Oh god does it ever I couldn't believe it the first time I tricked him, but now he won't even get near me." 

There it was Jackson was manipulating her and in turn, me. I wonder how many others he had dirt on as he put it. I figured it was time to visit his office. Waited until everyone was asleep and paid his building a midnight inspection. 

The security guards were easy to dodge, Chuck went up the fire stairs in a uniform and ball cap with an official looking insignia on it. He discovered Jackson had a private elevator to his office that only he had a key to, well him and now Chuck. Chuck never used it, he entered Jackson's office through the air ducts being slim and nimble was a big help in his old line of work, .It took Chuck almost two hours but he cracked the wall safe cleaning out the cash and other valuables, he also found several computer disks. He needed to take a look at them. He sat at the fine mahogany desk turning on the computer Ctrl Alt Del user name was still on the startup window ...Chuck scratched his head for a few moments 'annie' password incorrect...'cuckold', password incorrect...'bigdick', password incorrect...'Master1'...how arrogant. Chuck plugged in a flash drive and found a buried encrypted file named *accounts and pw*, how stupid ...copy complete... next he watched the disks of Jackson fucking several women and Annie on the sofa all of them were hot, Chuck popped a woody from the hot women getting fucked and jacked of in Jacksons coffee cup, he took his finger wiped it all over the inside and lip letting it dry. Chuck recognized a few of the women from the local TV and newspaper, all married some to prominent men in the community powerful men...copy complete. The elevator was easy he pulled open the control panel and soldered in a new remote control chip then ran a USB cable to his laptop resetting the parameters according to the elevator use logs he had copied before installing the new chip. Chuck left the same way he came in leaving only a slimy residue on the Jackson's coffee cup. Chuck smashed the lap top removing the hard drive beating the disc into a small lump of metal. 

Two days passed Chuck heard on the forwarded call from Annie's phone that Jackson wanted her in his office for lunch he would meet her at the elevator at 11:00. 

This is where the rubber meets the road Chuck thought. He stuck his finger down his throat puking out everything in his stomach, danced a little did some shadow boxing then entered the building and waited partially hidden by a plant in the lobby. Jackson appeared in the lobby with in one minute of eleven Annie came through the lobby doors. Chuck hit send on his phone let the message be received then removed the battery breaking it in half tossed it in the trash. Annie had no idea her next decision would be of such grave importance. Chuck stepped up behind them.

"Jackson you son of a bitch you are not going to fuck my wife again" he yelled so all could hear. Chuck put the mouth piece in, then swung with all his might connecting with Jackson's lips, Chuck grimaced in pain from a probable broken hand.

"Chuck!" Annie screamed 

"Motherfucker you little pipsqueak cuck..." Chuck took another swing, Jackson easily dodged it and unloaded on poor old Chuck one two three once to the nose and two into Chucks ribs. Chuck remained standing and tried to kick Jackson in the nuts but missed and hit his inner thigh he still inflicted pain, pain that sent Jackson into a rage, a round house to the temple that could have killed the smaller man. Chuck went down, Jackson still out to damage his attacker started to kick poor Chuck. Annie was screaming for Jackson to stop and grabbed his arm that only earned Annie a back hand to the face. She went down security ran to the scene. Jackson stopped then looked at them.

"You all saw it he attacked ME!" as he spat blood and wiped his busted lip on his hand. "I'll be in my office if the police need a statement" He looked down at Annie hovering over her husband crying. "Fuck I'll get some later." He thought as he stepped into his elevator. 

Nobody saw the weak smile on Chuck's bloody swollen lips. 

Annie cried, Chuck bled, security guards stood around being useless, Sirens were heard at the front lobby doors, the paramedics had not completely entered the building when it happened. 

There was a distant scream that increased in volume until the building shook violently, the granite façade around the elevator cracked and fell, smashing to bits on the marble floor. Dust emerged from the stainless steel doors as they buckled, the tortured metal moaned from the force of the crash bulging outward sending dust and debris into the lobby, as the dust started to settled one brave paramedic ventured a peek in the gaping doors only to see Jacksons shattered body lying there in a contorted unnatural way, blood pooling around him in the crumpled elevator car.

"Poor bastard" the medic said as a murmur went around the room full of onlookers.

Annie never heard him, she was running beside the gurney that carried Chuck, thinking about what a fool she had been to let herself be manipulated by Jackson and how brave her Chuck was to stand up to a man that was so much bigger than himself to fight for her. She knew she didn't deserve it but could only hope Chuck wouldn't toss her cheating ass out on the street. 

Two days and passed Chuck was still slipping in and out of conciseness but every time he opened woke up Annie's beautiful face was there, worried, sparkly, tearful he loved all her faces. He could understand why other men would want to possess her. 

On the third day he opened his eye; one was still bandaged and too swollen to see out, Annie was still there holding his hand she held it to her cheek and tried but failed to stifle a sob. Then threw her head on his chest and broke down crying uncontrollably. 

"I'm so sorry Chuck can you ever forgive me, I let that man come between us and manipulate me. I swear I will make it up to you every day for the rest of my life."

Chuck winced when she lay her head on his chest "doesn't this stupid bitch realizes I have broken ribs" he thought. But he put his hand on her head stroking her ear with a finger. "I suppose I will have to change a few things if I keep her, she may not like it but she owes me" he pondered more as the movement of her sobs mad his ribs ache. The nurse pulled her of him scolding her. Chuck pushed the button for the pain medication and drifted off again.

On the sixth day he was sitting up the tubes and the catheter had been removed, he still needed help to the rest room but Annie was there to wipe his ass as both arms were still in casts. 

The news had hit the streets, Jackson Samuels involved with senators wife. The video was suppressed and denials began, News at Eight. Local judge divorces wife of twenty years, News at Eight. 

Local business man files suit on the Samuels Company for alienation of affection, News at Eight. 

It went on and on. Two weeks had passed and Chuck was coming home the house was decorated; the place was full of friends welcoming him home, no news at Eight. 

Annie helped him to the bedroom Chuck stopped.

"What's the matter Chuck?"

"I'm still not getting in that bed" Annie realized the ordeal was far from over.

Annie opened the door and Chuck saw a brand new bed a king size bed. 

"Please Chuck I had it replaced two day after your fight I couldn't sleep in it either" 

"Ok I need to lay down and take some meds anyway" Annie covered Chuck up and got in bed with him snuggling for the first time since he walked in on them. 

Four days after Chuck arrived home he woke to a wet cock, Annie looked up at him and smiled as best she could without stopping, he came in her mouth, she never complained just swallowed it and asked what he wanted for breakfast. She fed him by hand every morning, afternoon and evening, he fed her first thing when he woke up. 

One month after coming home, Annie mounted Chuck after waking him up the usual way and rode him she had a wonderful orgasm when he shot his load into her.

One year after coming home. Chuck seemed to have made some good investments, their vacation to the Bahamas' was fabulous. They were talking in bed one afternoon after a practically strenuous fuck session. Chuck had taken to spanking Annie making her wear a dog collar telling her how bad she was and Annie loved it, the spankings hurt and made her cry sometimes but the orgasms after were ...orgasmic. 

"Chuck"

"Yes dear" 

"Do you ever wonder how an elevator could come crashing down like that...I was supposed to be on it when that happened "She asked as she got up to go rinse off the sticky cum and brush her teeth.

"Yes, I suppose you were very fortunate I picked a fight with Jackson at that particular time, but it just goes to show you need a really good Building Maintenance Man in your corner." Annie stopped short at the door of the bathroom she was having a hard time breathing, Chuck just smiled to himself.     

THE END



The Building Site



Meena Patel walked up and down the dreary street between her house and her children's school twice every day, just part of her stifling routine of domestic duties. In the morning she left the kids, aged 5 and 7, and returned home to cleaning, shopping and cooking the evening meal. In the afternoon, she trudged back to the school gates and collected them, the bright little lights in her life. In the evening her husband returned from work, ate his meal and played with his children for an hour before their bedtime. Then the two of them watched TV largely in silence, until it was time for bed. In the morning, the whole thing started again. 

Weekends were little better, mostly involving visits to and from her husband's family, whom she detested, as they treated her as a servant. Her own family were in India, and she saw them rarely. In fact she had seen them only twice since she came to this country to marry eight years ago, at the age of 19. On a Saturday night sometimes there was brief frantic lovemaking, which she saw only as another of her duties. Her husband's needs were not great, though, and he was not given to displays of affection.

She felt she could not complain about her life -- many had worse. She had two lovely children, her husband was in work and their standard of living was quite good, and he didn't drink or beat her. None of the other mothers at the school gates paid much attention to her, but she didn't feel much need to socialize with them -- she could not understand their lives and their interests.

Today Meena looked at herself in the mirror in the hallway before setting out once again to the school, and wondered why she felt so empty. Perhaps it was just the distance between her and her family. She may have been bored and unhappy, but always took great care of her appearance. She was always immaculately turned out in traditional sari, her hair tied back and her face radiant with just a hint of make-up to enhance her lovely brown eyes. Her features were delicate, and she wore a stud on one side of her nose. She was only just over 5 feet tall, and her tiny slim figure had not suffered from two pregnancies. 

As she walked along the street she noticed workmen had begun to clear a patch of waste ground near the school, and wondered why. Anything different was welcome to change the routine. It was spring now and the weather was good. The workmen were stripped to the waist, and she stood and watched them work for a minute before walking on, then stood alone amongst the chatting mothers at the school gate, listening to their gossip and their coarse laughter. She couldn't chase the image of those broad chests and strong arms from her mind, until her children ran up and greeted her and broke the spell. She walked home, listening to them chatter, but stole another glance at the workmen as she passed.

The next week as she passed again, she noticed a temporary building being lowered onto the site. There was heavy machinery now, digging out foundations, and different workmen. As the week wore on it became a routine that when the young mums walked past the site, often dressed in skimpy summer clothing, the workmen would whistle at them, and sometimes shout suggestive remarks. Meena watched disapprovingly, but something in her wondered why they didn't shout at her.

On the Friday morning, she trailed home in the morning having dropped off her kids once more. She was lost in thought as the passed the site, when she heard a whistle. She looked around to see the object of their attention today. There was no-one else in the street.

"Get your tits out!" came a shout. "Come over here and we'll show you something!"

Meena stopped in her tracks and turned to look for the speaker. She saw a group of four workmen, amongst whom there seemed to be some sort of a dispute going on. She did not know what possessed her, but she set off across the uneven ground in her sandals toward the men. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she had no notion of what she was going to do when she reached them. When she did so, they looked distinctly uncomfortable, looking at each other or the ground. One of the men, a shortish guy in his thirties, spoke first.

"Listen love, I'm really sorry about Eric. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. That was out of order."

"Just a bit of fun, Mike" mumbled the man identified as Eric.

Meena looked at Mike for a moment, and then at Eric. He was probably in his late fifties, with cropped grey hair and stubble to match. He was over six feet tall, and overweight, and the huge paunch that stretched the filthy vest he wore was peeping between it and dirt encrusted jeans. He had a pair of muddy tan leather boots, and indistinct tattoos on his arms. His face was red and lined with years of sun. Meena turned back to Mike. "Why not? I have heard you speaking to all the women in this way." 

"Yes, but they're... I mean that's different, it's..." Mike gave up . Meena walked towards Eric.

"What do you wish to show me Mr. Eric?" she asked quietly. Eric opened his mouth to speak, and Meena noticed his top two front teeth were missing. He closed it again without speaking.

"Do wish to see my tits Mr. Eric? Is that not what you said?" Eric gaped again. Meena could not believe she had said the words that had left her mouth; she could have turned and left at that moment, leaving a group of chastened builders behind. But something was stirring inside her.

"Come then." Meena strode towards the site office, her sari trailing in the mud. Eric looked at his workmates, then dumbly followed her a few paces behind. She opened the door of the office and looked inside. She had no idea what to expect, but there was an untidy desk, several chairs, a battered filing cabinet and some lockers, and an old grey sofa, fraying and stained. Light came through two grubby windows, and the place was warm and stuffy and reeked of cigarette smoke. Eric stepped through the door and closed it, and stood looking at her apprehensively.

She faced him once again, and looking him in the eyes, took her sari from her shoulder and began to slowly untuck it from the waist, and unwind it around her slim hips. She stood for a moment in just her petticoat and short tight blouse. Eric looked appreciatively at her tiny waist and flat stomach. Then her hands moved to her chest and she very slowly undid the buttons at the front of her blouse. Eric swallowed audibly as he caught a glimpse of her bra. Meena then slipped the blouse over her shoulders and threw it on a chair with the sari. She was wearing a modest bra, spotlessly white in contrast to her golden brown skin. As she reached behind her to unclasp it, she noticed Eric's eyes were fixed to her chest, and his breathing was coming faster. She deliberately took a long time to remove the bra, increasing his suspense. As it slid down her arms and she threw it down, she could hear him mutter something she didn't understand.

"Now you have seen them. Does this make you happy?" she asked him. He nodded. His eyes were fixed on her small firm breasts with large soft nipples, and her perfect skin. Meena did not feel in control of her actions, and did not have a conscious plan, but she was aware of a strange sensation in her hidden parts, which seemed to be driving her on. Standing topless in front of a complete stranger was giving her a high. She took two steps toward him so that she was standing only two feet away. Eric tore his eyes away from her breasts at last and looked into her big brown eyes. He seemed to be asking permission for what would happen next, and when Meena responded with a slight smile, he reached out a hand and cupped her breast. His hand was rough on her skin, and made her tingle to her toes. No one except her husband had seen her breasts, let alone fondled them. What was she doing?

As he massaged her breast she stepped closer, and standing on her tiptoes put her arms around his neck, bringing her face close to his. She could smell tobacco and sweat. Eric for his part smelled the clean fresh fragrance of Meena's hair. She put her lips to his, and Eric responded -- there could be no doubting her wishes now, and he got into his stride, pulling her buttocks toward his crotch with one hand, whilst inserting his tongue into her mouth. Meena tasted the bitterness of the tobacco in his saliva; she found it repulsive but fascinating. No-one had kissed her like this before, but she didn't want it to stop.

Now using both hands, he gradually pulled her petticoat up at the back, until he reached the hem. He found the waistband of her panties and pulled it down over her small firm buttocks, which he proceeded to squeeze with one hand whilst returning to her breast with the other. Meena broke the kiss for breath, and noticed the dirt from his hands on her breast, which seemed to arouse her more. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he worked his hand around to the front inside her panties. Eric let out a sigh as his fingers found first pubic hair, then the warm wetness between her lips. Meena gasped as his calloused middle finger first found her clitoris, then entered her roughly. Eric was stooping now, sucking one of her nipples, one hand on her bare back, and the middle finger of his other hand thrusting in and out of her inside her panties. This carried on for a couple of minutes until Meena reached the first orgasm she hadn't given herself. She didn't make a sound, but the sudden violent shuddering of her little body told Eric of her climax. He withdrew his hand and looked her in the eye again.

"Thank you Mr. Eric" said Meena. "Now what was it you were wanting to show me?" Both allowed their gaze to fall to his crotch. Before Eric could try to answer, Meena knelt and began to undo his belt with her delicate fingers. She undid the waist button of his jeans with some difficulty because of his overhanging belly and the strain the button was under, then eased his zip down. He helped her by easing his jeans down to mid-thigh, revealing a large but grimy pair of briefs, with a noticeable swelling in front, and a small damp patch marking the end of his cock. Meena grasped the waistband and pulled it slowly down, until his cock sprang free. 

Meena had never seen a penis other than her husband's, and she rarely saw that as he climbed onto her for his Saturday relief. Her husband's was small, slim, neat and brown, like the rest of him. She stared at Eric's for a long time without moving -- it was a good two inches longer than what she assumed was normal, and so thick! It was purplish red, with thick blue veins, and seemed so knobbly, with a big bulbous end, on which there was a clear sticky fluid. She could not say it was beautiful, but it was certainly affecting her in a way she had not experienced before.

"Oh, it is so nice" she said almost in a whisper as she eventually reached out to touch it, tentatively at first, then grasping the shaft in her hand. It was as hard as steel, and she found her finger and thumb did not meet around it. She started to gently pump it, and Eric groaned. He felt he needed to take control of events now, and pulled Meena to her feet. He put his hands on her bare shoulders and guided her to the old sofa, and pushed her firmly down onto it. He lifted her feet onto one end so she lay flat on her back, then as Meena arched her back to help him, lifted her petticoat to her waist, and pulled her panties down, throwing them to the floor. 

He paused for the briefest look at her now fully exposed glory, then proceeded to try to clamber onto the sofa. This proved awkward, owing to his bulk, and the fact his jeans and briefs were round his knees. He lowered himself down onto Meena's petite body, and as his armpit passed her face she was hit by a strong odour of sweat. He struggled to pull up the front of his vest so that he could feel her breasts in contact with his skin. She could hardly breathe with him on top of her, but responded to his rough kiss. She could feel his rigid rod against her thigh, and parted her legs wide for him. He started to push with his hips, and his swollen bulbous end blindly struck her repeatedly between her legs. Somehow Meena managed to reach down with one hand and grasped Eric's shaft and guided him to her opening.

As he felt his cock touch the soft, warm and wet area he had been seeking, he suddenly thrust his entire length into her with an animal grunt. Meena gasped under him, but put both hands on his lower back. Eric started to thrust in earnest now; Meena had never felt a sensation like it. She was stretched to accommodate Eric, and the depth of his penetration stimulated her as never before. He fucked her hard, with long deep strokes, which just went on and on. This was nothing like the rabbit-like thrusting of her husband, which rarely lasted longer than 30 seconds. She was so wet though, that Eric's cock caused her less discomfort. As she reached her second orgasm of the morning, she let out a little whimper, but Eric just kept going. The old sofa creaked as Eric pounded her, and she felt the sweat forming between their bodies, and his hot breath on her ear. As she lay under this heaving mound of flesh, she could just see one of the windows. She couldn't be certain as her head was moving in time to Eric's thrusting, and the window was so grimy, but she thought she saw three faces pressed against it.

She looked towards the ceiling. Here she was, she thought to herself, a respectable traditional married mother of two, being fucked mercilessly by a disgusting fat stranger, while others watched! She didn't care, in fact the very thought brought her to another climax. She dug her fingernails into Eric's buttocks to encourage him, and he obliged by pumping away harder. He carried on for a further ten minutes, giving her two more orgasms, before reaching his own and emptying himself into her cunt. He sagged onto her for a moment, before heaving himself off the sofa, and pulling his jeans up. 

Meena got unsteadily to her feet, collected her clothes, and dressed calmly while Eric watched.

"Thank you for showing it to me" she said to him brightly, "I liked it very much." Meena walked out of the office door into the sunshine, smiling at the workmen standing nearby, watching her silently as she passed them by. She stumbled across the site to the road, feeling their eyes on her back, and set off for home. Her face was flushed, her hair untidy, her sandals and clothes covered in the dirt of the site and the office. There were grimy hand marks on her breasts and buttocks, Eric's semen was soaking her panties and running down her thigh, and her cunt ached, but she felt on top of the world. When she reached home, she walked through the door and undressed again. She threw all of her clothes into the washing machine and went upstairs to take a shower. 

After she had removed the mud, dust and semen from her body, she lay naked on her bed, and despite the soreness between her legs, gave herself her sixth orgasm of the day. She felt a disappointment that it was Friday, but felt that she might just be returning to the building site very soon...