I grasped Simon's hand as the curtains closed around Simons dad's brass handled wooden casket. two incredibly stressful months had passed since my field romp with old Mr. Sanders. Even though the urge was still there both myself and Harry decided to leave our carnal desires on the back burner so I could aim my concentration towards Simon and his family. Simon's world fell apart when his dad passed. I took some time off work to help guide him through the hell that he was living through. Simon became very distant with me, and our sex life became non-existent. Our sexless relationship was not helping with the daily fight with my hormones not to rip off old Mr. Sanders clothes off every time I saw him. Porn sites and my finger became my friend in that time, old man and young wife porn videos saved my sanity. I would be eating dinner with Simon or catching the bus to town, finding myself inadvertently staring at every old man I set eyes up on. Wondering if they could pleasure me as Old Mr. Sanders did. That rainy wet romp in his van had a lot to answer for.
It is a sunny early October Sunday morning. Simon slept peacefully as I lay watching him. It had been so long since he slept peacefully. I climb under the duvet cover with just a pair of cotton panties covering my modesty, I hug him tightly. Then semi-consciously he started grinding his early morning wood against my pussy, a sudden dampness appeared as his hard rod pressed against me, his eyes opened, and he pulled my mouth to his. My tongue dances straight into his mouth as I clamber on to his body. I reach down guiding his erect penis towards my wet vulva, I had waited months for this moment. It was like the early days of our relationship when we would fuck every day. The tip of his penis push aside my lips.
"That is, it, big boy. fuck me."
His mouth caressed my breasts with a softness of a man who is experiencing sex for the first time. The tip of his hard penis enters my wet hot pussy, as I am about to drop my hips down to take his full penis inside me, there is an almighty racket from the normally quiet cul-de-sac. Drills and hammers break the silence of the Sunday morning like an explosion. Just as quickly as our sexy Sunday morning fuck had started it was over, Simon pushes me off him and starts ranting out the window.
"Come back to bed, Simon, please."
"It's too late now, Mandy."
I look with disappointment at his penis as it droops down.
"I'll put kettle on." he said with the sadness of a boy who is not allow any sweets.
I am furious, it is first time in months Simon as wanted to make love to me. Also, I feel my vagina twinge with arousal, I need satisfying, but first the culprit of all the noise is going to get a piece of my mind. I scan the street and see a builder's van outside Harry Sanders house. I remember Elsie telling me that they were having a new kitchen fitted and that the builder had gotten behind with the work, why he had to choose today of all days to finish the kitchen is beyond my comprehension. I leave my wet knickers on and slip-on a floral loose fitting summery dress and some white trainers.
"Simon I am going next door to give them a piece of my mind. I will be back in a bit."
"Okay, I might go and see the boys at football for an hour." He replied.
I step out into the sunny but chilly morning; I should have gotten a jacket because the chilly morning weather penetrated my nipples through my thin dress causing them to erect and poke through the thin material. I rang the doorbell to no answer. As I made my way along the side of the house; the noise of the banging and drilling is ear popping. I scream out to the builder who is on the floor, his jeans sitting halfway down his large ass. I notice his drill is plugged in the wall, so I decide to end the constant drilling at the source.
"Hello there darling, what is up?"
"It is Sunday fucking morning, that's what's up."
"Sorry, but old Harry said it would be okay."
"Where is Harry?"
"In his shed."
The builder stood up, his undersized t-shirt stretched over his fat stomach, it rode up revealing a hairy sweaty stomach hanging over his jeans. I march down to a large double shed, I open the door to hear moaning coming from the back of the shed, the first part of the shed is an equivalent of a small workshop, a large workbench with shelves and cabinets filled every tool you could think of. I tip toe to investigate the source of all the moaning. My mouth drops wide open with shock, Mr. Sanders sits on an old two-seater sofa with a tartan blanket draped over it. He is naked, I move my eyes towards the floor. Shilpa Johal, my neighbour Imran's beautiful wife's puckered lips are servicing old Mr. Sanders' large meaty penis. I cannot help but look at her thick beautiful deep oak coloured body up and down, her large breasts swing with every push of her mouth down his thick shaft.
"Come on then my beautiful Indian princess." Harry says with a glint in his eye as Shilpa straddles him slipping his cock into her brown pussy hole. I watch for a minute as her body contorts and flips from the sheer pleasure his cock is delivering. I just stand there, my eyes wide open. Harry pumping his mighty weapon right up inside her, to a chorus of screams from Shilpa. I felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal. The heat of my wet mound spread through my body, I am on fire. I am lost in my own head watching Old Harry slobber over her huge breasts, I feel a tug on my dress and my knickers are being pulled down to my thighs and a large hand cups my hot wet snatch. The roughness of the hand felt so right against the red-hot sensitivity of my erect clitoris. My eyes stay transfixed on Harry and Shilpa's rampant love making as my mystery assailant's sausage like finger enters my vagina.
"You're a horny little bitch." he whispers in my ear; a voice I recognize as the builder I had just spoken to, he lifts my dress over my head, wrapping it around the back of neck. I can feel the heft of his stomach pushing up against me. I twist my head round to kiss the fat builder. Our wet tongues wrestle in his mouth. His free hand grips my breast; which gets lost inside his huge hand. He forces a second large thick finger up me. I want to scream but Harry will know I am there in the shed if I do, the builder never letting the savagery of his finger blasts to wane.
"Fuck me, come on." I whisper into his ear. I turn to face him; I have no interest in Harry and Shilpa now. The fat man had gotten my loins burning and I wanted him. then we hear Harry and Shilpa finishing, a large grunt from Harry and shriek from Shilpa. I slip my dress over my head and pull up my knickers. The builder and I hastily head out of the shed and up to the house.
