Myself (I am Steven) and my wife Lucy had not long bought our first home in our local village in South Wales, UK. I met Lucy when we were studying at Cardiff University.
We were both very young at 22 when we bought our first home. Both sets of parents helped with the deposit as both our salaries were low. I had secured a job at an accountancy firm while Lucy was a teaching assistant at our village school.
Although we didn't have much, we were deeply in love and as happy as any couple could be. We were married a year earlier in a very low key event with only our parents attending. The highlight of my life was hearing the vicar proclaim us 'husband and wife', in our the small village church. I had never been with anybody else and neither had Lucy.
I always felt Lucy was out of my league. She's 25, has lovely olive skin, standing at 5ft 3. She has long dark brunette hair, big brown eyes, dark thick eye brows and thick lips to complete a gorgeous face. Her Mediterranean looks came from her Greek heritage from her mother's side. She has an amazing busty physique, a shapely arse that looked great in jeans but my favourite part of her body were her 34d sized breasts. They always got the most the most attention in the bedroom. Another lovely feature of hers was her friendly voice and accent. I'm being biased of course but there's nothing better like hearing a girl talk in a Welsh accent.
I was fairly good looking. I'm 5ft 9 with a slightly overweight build, full head of dark hair and beer belly formed thanks to lots of beer drinking from rugby trips with the lads. Despite that I would say I was a good performer in the bedroom and Lucy never voiced any displeasure with my efforts. My cock when fully erect stretches to a respectable 6 inches which is miniature compared to the cocks I see when watching porn.
Our sex life was very healthy, making love 2 times a week. Lucy was always shy when it came to trying new things or positions and I never pushed her into doing anything she didn't want to do. Although, there were times when she would get very vocal. There was one occasion when her screams woke our neighbours, we discovered the next morning. ''Next time, don't please her as much!'' Lloyd from next door joked. Lucy was mortified.
Within weeks of moving into out first home, I started looking at prices for a kitchen and lounge extension at the back of the property. The existing lounge in our home was very small and not enough room for when we had our friends around or parties.
Using various building review websites, I obtained the phone numbers for our local and best reviewed building companies. The first and only company I called was Wilson Extensions.
The call went to voicemail where I left my details and asked if someone could call me back. A few hours later I received a call from a friendly female voice. She informed me that their head of the company, Carl Wilson will come out to give us a quote at the weekend.
The next Saturday came and at midday the doorbell rang. I answered the door to be greeted by a large, well built but friendly looking man. ''Good evening, I'm Carl from Wilson Extensions."
''Hey come in,'' I replied. Carl was built like a rugby forward. Roughly 6ft 5 inches in height, large shoulders with thick arms and legs.
''Thanks,'' Carl replied. He was completely bald but had a very friendly and attractive face. He made his way into the hall as I closed the front door. I then led him into the kitchen.
It was a very warm summer afternoon and Lucy had spent most of the day reading her book on a hammock in the garden. Upon hearing myself and Carl discussing measurements in the kitchen she came inside.
''Hey, would you like a coffee?'' she asked as she entered through the back door.
Carl turned to answer, ''Oh I normally would but it's so warm today, can I trouble you for a cold drink?'' he said politely.
''Yeah we've got some orange juice," I answered.
Lucy poured the drink adding some ice as I discussed the potential work and costs with Carl. As we chatted I noticed Carl's eyes occasionally peering towards Lucy who wore a short denim skirt and white t-shirt tied at the bottom to expose her belly. She now had a lovely brown tan on her arms and face having been in the sun all morning.
Lucy, smiling turned to Carl and handed him the glass. ''Oh thank you,'' he said, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way outside.
I was slightly uncomfortable for the rest of the conversation knowing Carl had been scanning Lucy up and down but also proud and happy that she was mine. I was never the jealous type.
After pricing up both the kitchen and lounge, Carl, having spoken to his architect, gave us a good price for the job and we agreed his company could start work on the extensions in 2 weeks time.
We both shook hands on his way out. I noticed and felt the size of Carl's hands and fingers. They were massive.
''Although I do the pricing, it's not me who does the job. I get the younger lads to do the grafting but I will be checking on them occasionally if that's ok with you?'' Carl asked.
''Yeah sure, thanks," I answered before bidding him farewell.
After Carl left, I joined Lucy in the garden. ''We've got a good quote Luce, they'll start in a couple of weeks."
''Oh excellent, he seems a nice guy," she replied.
I almost asked her if she noticed him looking at her when the three of us were in the kitchen but decided to leave it.
Over the following days, I started to have thoughts that had never crossed my mind before. I thought about Lucy being with another man in bed. The picture that developed in my head was of her and Carl. I had no idea why these thoughts were appearing now. Lucy had always got the attention of other guys when we were on nights out but I never had actually fantasized about it. The thoughts were more of a nightmare than a fantasy and at one point I considered cancelling the job and getting a quote from another building company. Ultimately I decided to stick with Carl, because the quote was so cheap and work would start soon.
2 weeks later and work had begun on our extension. Everything was coming together nicely and the lads Carl had working were friendly guys who worked hard from 8am to 5pm.
I arrived home from work one afternoon as the builders were finishing for the day. I waved them off outside but noticed a big Bentley car parked across the road. I opened the front door to the house and heard Lucy's giggling.
''Here he is," I heard her say. I entered the kitchen to find Carl sat at the breakfast bar and Lucy sat opposite.
''Oh hi Carl," I said with surprise. "Hi Steven, I just popped over to see how my lads are getting on," Carl explained.
''Its looking good isn't it baby'', Lucy said positively.
''Yeah I have to say your boys are doing a great job,'' I agreed.
''Good, good, that's what I like to hear,'' Carl replied before sipping the cup of coffee Lucy had made for him.
''If they ever look like they aren't pulling their weight let me know. Although I think I'll be here quite often if Lucy is going to be making amazing cups of coffee like this one," Carl continued.
''Glad you like it,'' responded Lucy with a wide grin.
We chitchated for another 5 minutes before Carl informed us he had to leave. We both saw him out of the front door and enter the large Bentley across the street.
''He's a nice guy Steven. I think you've definitely picked the right firm to do this job," Lucy said with a smile.
Carl's visit had my mind in overdrive again and those thoughts involving him with Lucy kept creeping into my mind.
