The building of their extension had been moving along nicely. There had been delays, a week when the old sewage pipe in the ground collapsed and needed replacing. Then the site foreman passed away and it was a further two weeks before the small work force returned with a new foreman.
John and Paula Brown had moved into the property twelve years earlier with the sole intention of extending the property, they had seen its potential and were now trying to capitalise on it. The financial climate at the time indicated that it was a good to time to make better their home.
They had been married for sixteen years and work started just after their sixteenth wedding anniversary. Paula, like most women, has two personalities. If you knew the couple, you would say that Paula wore the shoes in the house. She was a strong confident woman with high moral standards, she can be cool and calculating even shrewd.
John, her husband, you would class as being the complete opposite, when at home. At work, he is a hard sale executive who isn't afraid to take risks. The company valued him for his sometimes-ruthless negotiating skills and the amount of business he'd procured. Yet, when he is at home, he is content to leave Paula in charge of the domestic issues. He likes the quiet life, to come home and immerse himself in his hobbies, tease his two beautiful daughters mercilessly and maintaining his garden. He has no problem in allowing Paula to be in charge.
However, there is a kind of role reversal when they enter the bedroom or when John instigates sex. Paula for all her confidence and moral standards becomes the submissive, not in the true sense of the word but she allows John to take control and set the rules when it comes to sex. That is the way it has been for all their married life.
Like all heroes of legend, they all have their Achilles heel. Though Paula may wear the shoes, she has a weakness that breaks down that strong, confident woman. Since having two children, she has disliked her breasts with a passion. They have lost all their firmness and sag considerably, for the past eight or nine years Paula had grown a complex about them and always ensured no one would see anything of her breasts. She would ensure that her bras would encase the sagging flesh completely. Whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, she would cringe in despair while mauling her breasts. The one thing Paula always wanted was to keep the shape and firmness of her figure but after two children, it was never to be. John on the other hand liked her breasts just as they are and that infuriated Paula.
From the very first day Anas arrived at the property she felt uncomfortable, she could tell he was always looking at her. At first, she just dismissed it as her imagination. However, within days she realised it wasn't. With John at work and the kids at school, she was not only doing her chores but made the workers cups of tea and sandwiches. At these times, they would all talk to her, Anas mostly, discussing the work on the extension.
One day John was in the kitchen having his breakfast. He was late this day as he had an appointment with a client not far from home and to go to the office first would have been pointless. He sat eating his cereal when Anas came to the door, "Good morning Mr Brown," he said with a huge smile, "What a lovely day?"
John turned to look towards the door and replied, "Aye that it is, Anas."
"We don't get mornings like this in Syria, here the sun gently warms the air and you can feel the coolness of the night slowly warm up. In Syria, as soon as the sun comes over the horizon, it is hot and I mean hot and humid. I like this kind of weather."
"Yes that's one of the good things about our climate Anas, but you wait until the winter gets here then you'll want to get straight back home for some of that warmth."
Anas laughed his white teeth bright, too bright John thought. "You're right there Mr Brown your winters are too cold for me, in October I go home."
"Back to your wife; does she not mind you being away for so long?" John asked.
"That is a fair question Mr Brown. Alas after but a few weeks she tells me she is fed up with me being home and she kicks me out to fine work. Work in Syria not pay much that is why I come to England and earn money," he replied, I send the money home and we have a good life and when I go home I can sit around and drink coffee while watching the pretty girls go by."
"That sounds good to me too, Anas but I wouldn't get away with it, and Paula would kill me if she saw me looking at pretty girls."
"My friend what you have to remember is this, what the eyes don't see the heart won't grieve over."
"I know that saying, Anas but you know what women are like they always seem to know what you've been up to."
"That is one thing I can agree on, Mr Brown. My wife must be a witch with a crystal ball, as she sometimes seems to know what I have been doing. But I do manage to get one over on her now and again and that pleases me."
John laughed and continued with his breakfast.
"Your home is well on the way to being finished, Mr Brown soon we will all be gone."
"We hope so, Anas we hope so."
At that moment, Paula walked into the room carrying two glasses and an empty bottle of wine. She'd obviously picked them up on her way through to the kitchen. Paula had completely forgotten herself especially when there are several builders moving about the place. She came into the kitchen and both Anas and John looked at her dressed in her flimsy nightshirt showing a lot of thigh and the wobble of her tits as she walked.
"Morning Mrs Brown," Anas spoke. His voice broke her thoughts and suddenly Paula realised the position she was in, "Lovely morning?"
She stopped in her tracks; "Oh!" quickly put the glasses and wine bottle down on the worktop and crossed her arms. "Oh morning Anas, yes it is a lovely morning."
John watched her face colour up as her embarrassment grew. Paula stood there unsure of what to do next when she looked at John, made a beeline to the table, and sat down using her husband to shield her from Anas.
Noticing Paula's embarrassment he said, "Well I suppose I'd better get back to the grunts and see what they're up too." He looked over at John and smiled. The chair Paula sat on gave a good view of her legs and thighs, she'd crossed her legs and this only emphasised the shape of her thighs. Nevertheless, what he did like when she entered the kitchen was the way her breasts gently bounced under the nightshirt. He took one more look in Paula's direction, hidden from his view, he realised that there could be a challenge here with this woman and he really felt like a challenge.
As the days went by so Anas made sure he could be close, his talks with her became gentle and meaningful. He understood her plans of decorating the house once the building had finished. Slowly, as the days got longer and the work progressed his words had become more than that. Very quickly, her usual strong demeanour softened towards him and she found herself listening more closely to what he had to say. Within his words, she found a passionate creativity. He made her laugh and sometimes brought tears to her eyes with stories of life back home. The words he spoke would spin a web of romantic longing and when she spoke, he would transform her words into stories of their own. Boring deep into their meanings, he twisted them with deceit and desire to find an element of romantic and sexual truth. His subtle words brought an undercurrent of dynamic tension and she felt this. It swayed her and slowly bent her to his whim.
That strong outward shell that protected her melted like snow from this man's gentle, warm seductive words.
Like a little girl, she found herself becoming obsessed with him. At first, she would search for him just a couple of times a day then it was more or the time spent with him got longer. Then, suddenly, she found herself doing things for him. He was appreciative and she liked it. The requests were menial at first and slowly they changed and she changed.
Later, with hindsight, it was about this time John realised something had changed in his wife. Of course, at the time John didn't have a clue. But at that time what he saw he liked. He liked the idea that Paula had turned full circle and was now looking the woman she really was.
Brunette, nice figure, not skinny and yet not fat. She has large dark eyes that seem to shine when you look into them. After two kids and fourteen years of marriage, she was still looking attractive. Her dress sense had reverted to when they were first married with slightly shorter dresses and skirts. She was wearing more makeup, not a great deal more but enough for him to notice. Paula had become closer, she would cuddle up to John in the evenings and he liked it. Moreover, in bed she seemed a lot more responsive. Hindsight is one thing, but at the time, John was like most men, blind as a bat!
John had taken a couple of days off work; this is something he'd planned to do as the extension progressed to its conclusion. He was working in the rear of the property clearing a section of ground where he intended to build a patio and sun house. This had been something he wanted to do for several years. This section of the garden was overgrown and would need a lot of hard work to clear the ground sufficiently for his project.
