Note from author- This is inspired by the English version of the tv show and not the rubbish CGI American remake.
All persons described are of the age of consent.
Guaranteed no talking bulldozers!
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Bobsville, England, 2007.
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Bob the builder was a cheery sort, passionate, dedicated and determined.
His newly wedded wife, Wendy however knew him better than others.
He had only one negative aspect and that was the fact that he simply couldn't keep his cock in his pants.
Bob was an experienced general contractor for the family business and was thoroughly respected in the sleepy English village of Bobsville.
His trusted office help, Wendy, had helped enormously in cementing the company's good name, and their relationship had blossomed over the past couple of years and they had married.
An attractive young woman with long blonde hair and a button nose, she had fallen easily in love with the athletic built builder.
The nature of his labour meant he was a strapping and burly type with ripped muscles and a tight butt.
Just the sort of man Wendy went for.
It also helped that the six footer was quite handsome with thick brown hair and 'come to bed' eyes.
Last but not least he was amazing in the sack.
It was about a year into their marriage when Wendy began to harvest some nagging doubts about Bob's fidelity.
On occasion he showed no interest in making love to her, despite the fact she was in her prime looks wise.
They had fucked like rabbits after they had wed and nothing was off the menu in the bedroom.
It was that one time when Wendy had overheard a telephone conversation between Bob and another which shocked her.
"Yes, I am rock hard right now just thinking about you. I want to lick you all over, then fuck the shit out of you."
Wendy froze behind the living room door in shock as she listened.
Her husband went on in explicit detail about how he wanted to stick his tongue up this unknown person's sopping vagina and drink of the juices therein.
Then he talked of sucking on big breasts and getting his boner blown.
As he hung up Wendy was even more disgusted when she discovered her own pussy was wet from her arousal.
When she regained her composure and went into the room Bob became sheepish.
"Oh, hi Wendy. I just got a call for an emergency plumbing job. Must dash, don't wait up."
Over the course of the next few weeks Wendy feared the worst.
Bob was having an affair, the hints and clues were there for her to see, and together with his lack of interest in having sex with her she had become certain.
She had decided to catch him in the act and informed him that she was going to be out of town for two days at a training seminar.
"That's too bad, I'll miss you like crazy." Bob had told her, his thoughts elsewhere.
Wendy got busy setting up a video camera hidden discreetly in their bedroom on a bookshelf.
Quite a dab hand at these things the versatile woman connected the camera to a nine volt battery and attached it to a receiver.
It was able to record through the television to a video recorder once powered up.
She was banking on her spouse to cheat on her the minute she left the house and hoped there would be enough tape to record on.
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Wendy's hunch was correct.
When she returned after two days with her parents, she had hurried to the VCR and nervously fast forwarded through the nine hours of footage.
The first three hours had filmed an empty bedroom, then the door opened and two figures entered giggling.
It was Bob and Mrs. Broadbent, one of the neighbours.
"Not that middle aged bitch!" Thought Wendy.
She peered closer to the television screen and watched wide eyed as Bob and the woman engaged in a lingering French kiss, their lewd slobbering resonated on the tape.
With a blushing face Wendy watched as they tore each others clothes off with a frightful urgency.
Bob's faded blue overalls were wrenched from his body and his red and orange shirt unbuttoned with fumbling fingers.
Mrs. Broadbent's floral summer dress was hoisted over her head and her bra and panties soon followed.
"Bob, you bastard!" Cried Wendy.
And there on the twenty seven inch screen was Bob's bulbous, pulsating erection.
How Wendy had loved it during their married life.
How she had adored its taste, size and girth, and the way it filled her up so when Bob shoved it deep inside her soaking cunt.
Mrs. Broadbent evidently agreed as the top heavy naked woman went down on her knees and proceeded to sink her mouth over the prodigious length.
"Oh baby, suck that thing lover!" Cried Bob as he stood with his hands on his hips.
The moist warm lips of the brunette wrapped around the cheating builder's organ and salivated on the thick shaft as she applied pressure.
Bob grunted with approval as she went to town, his throbbing cock sliding in smoothly inside the woman's wet mouth.
From long experience Wendy knew what it was to suck on that magnificent seven inch piece of meat, how sensitive it was for him when she swirled her tongue on the underside of his uncircumcised crown.
Bob held the head of the woman blowing him and looked down with half lidded eyes as his entire length was devoured.
"Mrs. Broadbent, you're making a new man out of me, lovely."
The brunette was whipped back and forth on his rigid cock, muffled moans and slurping sounds emanated from her stuffed mouth as Bob face fucked her.
His animalistic grunts mingled with her moaning as he was sucked with a salacious frenzy working each other into a maddening pitch of excitement.
"What the fuck does she have I don't?" Wondered the hurt Wendy.
Mrs. Broadbent dug her nails in his developed quads as his prick hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag uncontrollably.
Wendy watched his gorgeous dimpled bum clench as it always did when he was fully erect,
Then the muscles in his back hardened as he bent over and lifted the brunette up onto the bed.
Their bed! Thought Wendy with disgust.
"What a scumbag!"
From the angle of the camera lens it became unclear as to what Bob was doing but Wendy would hazard a guess that he was happily licking the woman's pussy.
The blonde knew her husband's routine well enough by now.
He would start by brushing his lips over her breasts, down to her stomach, then eventually between her parted thighs.
Bob would meticulously kiss her left inner thigh up close to her vulva then scoot over to her right and back down again.
The technique always made Wendy drip with anticipation of his contact with her pussy.
After several minutes she would be begging for him to slide his tongue inside her twitching cunt.
"Bob, Bob, lick my pussy, please!"
Sure enough Mrs. Broadbent had reached the begging stage, yearning for physical contact with her sopping pussy.
Wendy was sure Bob was even now lapping at her outer labia and flicking at her clitoris with that frenzied side to side motion he loved.
It was still not the ideal camera angle as Wendy strained to see Bob's oral stimulation on the cheating vixen, but her meaty legs had come up onto his shoulders.
"Fuck me Bob, give me that divine cock of yours."
Wendy saw Bob rise up at the edge of the bed, his tight butt facing the camera lens and gasped as his pelvis moved forward.
"OHHHHH! YES!"
Bob began to pump his hips back and forth, his bare feet firmly planted on the bedroom carpet as he banged into the woman on her back.
The cheat maintained a steady rhythm as he pushed in and out, and as Wendy looked closer at the screen she could just make out his balls as they smacked against the screaming neighbour.
"It's so good! I love your cock in me!"
Wendy knew just how the slut felt and imagined her spouse picking up the pace as he rammed her with his thick seven inch boner.
Between his legs from behind she saw his ass crack was dripping with perspiration as he pumped the sweaty pussy on the bed.
Funny, thought Wendy, this is the first time she had seen Bob's back as he had sex.
"Let's switch, Wendy never likes to sit on my cock."
It was true, the blonde was never comfortable in the cowgirl position and now her husband was going to have a little minx ride on his prick.
Bob laid on his back at the edge of the bed as Mrs. Broadbent sat astride him reverse cowgirl.
Wendy looked on aghast as his rigid pole vanished inside the hairy minge of the brunette.
Immediately the pair of cheating lovers rocked back and forth, his hands cupping her big floppy tits.
"Oh my, I...I'm getting wet."
Wendy put her right hand inside the unzipped front of her blue jeans and discovered her panties were damp.
Disgusted but aroused, she slid her jeans and underwear down to her feet and leaned back.
As Bob and his lover built their fucking to the inevitable orgasmic climax it seemed the pair of them were looking right into the lens.
Right at her!
He kept on fondling her boobs as she gyrated and bucked on his rock hard cock, her brown hair whipping around her head as she reached boiling point.
"Holy shit! I'm coming!"
The woman screamed and froze, still impaled on the throbbing cock.
Waves of pleasure washed over her as she became limp on Bob's lap.
Wendy frigged her pussy with eyes wide open as she looked on with a mixture of arousal and horror, her fingers deep inside her softness.
Then Bob rose up and pulled his knob out and held the woman's face up to his midriff.
Only two inches from her mouth, Bob ejaculated and sprayed his cum on her pursed lips.
Then she opened her mouth to receive the next two spurts onto her tongue.
Bob kept wanking his pulsing rod until he had wrung out every last drop of semen.
"Fucking great! Wendy never lets me cum on her face."
Quite right too, fucking pervert, thought Wendy.
