The sun beamed down on the garden of the big, old country house that Victoria and her husband Stephen had moved into only a few months before.
The workmen were building a large extention and the place had been a building site since they moved in, however they had recently began to see some light at the end of the tunnel, as they had been informed the work would be completed within a couple of weeks.
This news came as a great relief to Victoria in particular, as she spent most days alone in the house, constantly disturbed by the noise of machinery.
She had become accustomed to lazing by the outdoor swimming pool, which was not at all overlooked, by any neighbours, as the nearest house was some half a mile down the road.
However, the scaffolding around their part built extension looked right down on the pool and the knowledge that the workmen could see her sunbathing made Victoria feel strangely excited.
Not wanting to seem like she was flaunting, Victoria would put her headphones on and pretend she was in paradise, which inevitably she would be once the work was complete, because the huge, remote county home she'd bought with her husband was indeed special.
The old stone building with ivy covering the walls stood alone in a characteristic courtyard, in an acre of land in the english countryside.
Stephen was a kind of small man of slender build, with light brown hair. Victoria was still very much in love with him, even after more than twenty years of marriage. He provided for her more than adequately as he had a very well paid job in the city, meaning that, despite being very well-educated herself, she didn't have to work.
Stephen worked in London and was away all the working day. His commute into the city took around an hour and a half and he'd usually spent most of his train journey working on his laptop,
Victoria hadn't worked since she gave birth to her eldest daughter, some twenty years before. Both their children had fled the nest, leaving them to enjoy some peace and quiet and a totally different style of life than they had when they lived in their family home in the city.
At forty-three years old, you could say that Victoria was at the peak of her physical appearance. Her above average sized cleavage still stood firm, like gravity hadn't had much bearing on it and her naturally wavy dark hair was devoid of the greys that many woman her age had began to show.
She was a very attractive, well presented, upper middle class woman. She dressed well, wore expensive, but not lavish clothing and always smelt fantastic. But deep down inside, locked away for many years of full-time parenthood, hid a side of her personality that was aching to be released. A kinky, adventurous side which began to rise to the surface one Wednesday lunchtime in early September.
Victoria was preparing the workmen their lunchtime teas and coffees. When she began to walk into the building site that was to be their new living room, with the tray of drinks and snacks, she overheard a conversation between two of them who were working behind a wall and seemingly had no idea she was around the corner, in earshot of them.
"I'd love to smash the arse off her, wouldn't you?" Victoria heard a man say in a rough cockney accent. She stopped still, holding the tray and began to listen into their conversation.
"Oh I'd fuck her brains out mate, I love a nice posh bird." Came the reply from a younger man, Victoria recognised his voice and knew him to be called Ethan. She had spoken to him several times and he'd always been polite, so she was surprised to hear him talking like that.
"Ethan you'd fuckin' destroy her with that thing in your pants!" Laughed the first man. A few other laughs could be heard, she presumed from some of the other men working close by.
"How do you know what Ethan's got in his pants you big poof?" Came the voice of a third man who had joined the conversation.
"I saw him in the showers when we played tennis a few weeks ago," the first man replied. "He's got a good eight and a half inches stuffed into his jeans there, and it's thick an' all... Still couldn't beat me though." Victoria heard bellows of laughter coming from several of the workmen at this response.
It was not the kind of language Victoria was used to hearing, coming from her background, but rather than stick her nose up at it, she found it quite refreshing. She had always had a hidden penchant for the rough and ready tradesman type, although sadly she had never been close enough to anyone to experience it first hand.
"I bet she'd love a nice big cock like that, eh Ethan?" Another man remarked.
"Yeah," came Ethan's reply. "I reckon she's dirty as fuck."
"She's old enough to be your mum, you fuckin' whippersnapper."
"Yeah, but I love an older woman, more experience mate." Ethan said.
Ethan was a tall, athletic man in his early twenties, with dark hair, a dark, trimmed beard and slightly tanned skin. Although she hadn't thought about him in a sexual way until now, Victoria knew she was attracted to him.
She noticed her hand was shaking and the drinks on the tray she was holding were spilling, so Victoria composed herself and made a noise as if she'd just entered the room.
"Hot drinks and snacks for you all." She said as she walked round the corner. She was greeted with polite and grateful response from the workers, like butter wouldn't melt.
"Oh thank you very much Mrs Stoneman, that's very kind of you." Said Ethan, as if he hadn't just been talking about 'fucking her brains out.' a few moments before.
"You're very welcome." Victoria replied with a friendly smile, before turning to leave the room. She made sure to walk out confidently with a good posture, knowing that the men would be looking at her bum in her blue denim shorts as she left.
As she went back into the kitchen and closed the door behind her, Victoria felt herself shaking again, she couldn't help but imagine what the other man had said about Ethan's penis and how big it was. She knew she was attracted to him, she liked his rugged good looks, that he was working class and a little rough around the edges, which was something she had next to no experience with. She found herself thinking momentarily about him 'fucking her brains out' and about him thinking she was 'dirty as fuck.'
Victoria went upstairs and looked at herself in the full length mirror of her bedroom. She was confident that she looked good. Her smooth, tanned legs were on show and the curves of her bust in her black, sleeveless top could be seen nicely. She couldn't help but turn away from the mirror and peer over her shoulder to look at her arse in her denim shorts. She was happy that what the workmen had seen, especially Ethan, was more than acceptable, so she laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.
She couldn't get the thought of Ethan and his big cock out of her mind and as she lay there with the sun shining in through the window, she unzipped her fly and slipped her hand inside her shorts. It was very seldom that she did this kind of thing, her and her husband Stephen's sex life had become a bit mundane and less frequent over the years and ait was only on special occasions, or after a few drinks that she truly let herself go.
Victoria began to slide a finger between her pussy lips and gently rub her vulva, she felt the wetness of her pussy on her finger and used it to lubricate her clitoris. It felt good and she really began to let herself enjoy the moment.
Just then she had an idea. She remembered what her best friend Kate had bought her for her fortieth birthday a few years ago. It was a rather large and slightly intimidating vibrator which she had never used and still sat, unopened at the back of her wardrobe.
Victoria, decided to dust off the box and open it, she took some batteries out of the television remote and put them in, before slowly sliding the big pink vibrating shaft between her pussy lips. She let out a satisfied groan as she pushed it inside her, very wet vagina.
