I looked up at the red, sweaty face above me. It had its mouth open, gulping in air and gasping.
"I'm Coming!... Fuck it I'm Coming!"
It grunted and I felt his cock pulsing, as he added another load of spunk, to my cunt.
"Christ! I thought. How did I get myself into this position."
Another cock pushed into me. I closed my eyes and my mind replayed, the last two weeks, of my life.
The Beginning.
Monday morning 7am, the builders arrived. My husband, (Derek) had arranged with Ray, a builder and one of his golf club chums, to build us a conservatory.
But of course, as usual, Derek was not here. He, being the European sales manager, of a national textile company. Was at this moment, somewhere in the air, on route to Italy. So Jane, his wife (me) has to get out of bed and greet them.
I slipped on my dressing gown and looked out of the window. I counted 4 men, all shifting things off the lorry. I couldn't see Ray, but as I was looking, sure enough his white Mercedes, came down the drive.
Damn, I thought, no time to dress now. I don't really like Ray, his eyes undress you and he is always next to you, if you know what I mean.
Down the stairs I go, doorbell ringing. "Coming Ray! Coming!" I shout.
"Well! That's a lovely sight for an old man on a Monday morning! He says, raping me with his eyes. Right! The lads know what to do, don't let them give you any shit. OK! Now, how about a mug of tea, before we start?"
The English workers start to the day. I thought, as I said, "Yes sure why not."
He followed me, into the kitchen and sat on a stool. I made the tea, while he was babbling on and I just gave the occasional yes, or whatever. I did turn round once and caught him, shifting his cock, in his jeans.
"Sorry! Tight jeans!" He said.
But the bulge was there, for me to see and he enjoyed showing it.
He called the lads in and introduced them. The foreman, was called Adam and I fell for him, straight away. Tall, muscular, bronzed, tight tee shirt and shorts.
They all gave me the once over too. I am just under 6 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair, fairly good tits and body (for a 35-year-old). But my best features, are my long, long, legs.
It's my legs that got me Derek. I was a model, for tights and stockings and my agency, sent me to his factory, to do some shots for their packaging. We met and although he's 12 years older, he wined, dined (and bedded me)and we married.
That was 8 years ago. Now, he rarely fucks me, (2 or 3 times a month) so I have strayed, discreetly of course, in the last few years.
The Trouble Starts.
It's Thursday, the lads have been here every day, working and drinking tea. It's been warm and sunny, so I have been dressing a little more daringly, each day.
I am getting really horny, for Adam. My cunt bubbles, when I see him stripped off, save for his little sports shorts.
So today, I have on a short white skirt, which zips down the front. A little white top, which buttons down the front (top 3 buttons open)and for the first time, 4 inch stilettos. So I can give him a leg show.
I have made up my mind, to let Adam know I am available to him. Derek, won't be back until Saturday lunchtime. I need to be fucked and Adam makes me horny.
I was sat on a stool, in the kitchen when they came in for their tea. I could feel their eyes on my body, as I got off the stool and walked across, to get the teapot.
"WOW! You look cool Jane!" Said Ben, the only black guy among them.
"Why, thank you Ben!" I did a little courtesy.
He went on, "You have a great pair of legs!Knockout! If you don't mind me saying!"
"Thank you again, kind sir!" I replied.
They all sat down, tea in hand. I returned to my stool and sat facing them. One leg straight out and one bent, as I hooked a stiletto, onto a bar, on the stool.
I knew they could just about, see my white mesh panties and maybe even, the small fuzz of black hair, around my cunt. Conversation, seemed a little more raunchy than usual, as we chatted away.
I really wanted Adam. But how, do I let him know?
"Do you fancy a biscuit, or something?" I said to them.
"What's, the something?" Ben replied and they all laughed.
"Well! You never know do you, until you look inside."
I laughed, as I walked across to the cupboard, discreetly, undoing another button on my top. I took down the biscuit tin and walked toward the lads. The bulges in their shorts were fairly obvious, as I bent down,(keeping my legs straight) in front of Ben.
Adam had a perfect view of me from the back, as I took off the lid.
I said to Ben, "Anything in here you fancy?"
I could feel a change of tension in the room and my cunt lips started to thicken. I had a sudden thought, that I could have all 4 of them, if I wanted.
Ben looked, first in the tin and then at the, clearly visible tops, of my tits.
"I think, you're a bit of a cock-tease Jane." He said, quietly to my face.
My cunt started to leak moisture and my heart was pounding, as I delivered the punch line.
"Like I said, you never know, until you look inside!"
He stood up and faced me. His hands slowly came up and opened 2 more buttons on my top. Then, separating it put his hands inside, on my bra and squeezed my tits.
I gave out a big sigh and buried my head on his shoulder. I felt another pair of hands, come round my waist from behind and tighten, as a body pressed into me.
"I think Jane wants to play, don't you Ben?" It was Adam.
"Yes I do Adam! I'd like to play, very much!" I moaned.
He lifted my head and started kissing my neck, making me lean backward into his body. With my chest pushed forward, Ben pushed up my bra, giving him complete access, to my hardening tits and nipples.
I felt yet another pair of hands, on my hips. They moved to the skirt zipper and pulled it down. The fastener at the top was popped and my skirt fell around my ankles.
"Fucking hell lads! Look at these Legs! They go on forever! The voice was John's who, at 32, was the oldest of the men. Christ! I'd love to get between these!"
My panties were next to go, eased off my hips they too were pulled down my legs. Then I felt a hand, lift each ankle in turn, as they and my skirt, were taken from me.