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The Fall and Rise of Roz - Fucked by Builders (1)

My need for more than one man at a time gets me into trouble again
It was always in the back of my mind, and frequently in the forefront. My first experience of having sex with more than one man at a time had left an indelible footprint on my brain. As a consequence, my sex life never really returned to the monogamous early days of my marriage. Having two children did slow me down for a couple of years but the nagging lust to have more men to satisfy me was ever present.

By the time my younger son was 6 months old, my body was returning to normal. I had several affairs, or at least I had sex with several men who weren't my husband.

Is that the same thing? There was no romance, no relationship just sexual gratification on both sides.

Some of them were pretty good, but there was always the memory of more hands, more mouths and yes, more cocks satisfying me in a way that one man just couldn't.

I knew as I lay alone on my bed with my legs wide open, trying and failing to quench my thirst, that I wouldn't want to resist if temptation was put in my way again. My fingers and a small collection of toys my husband had bought for me were no substitute for the real thing.

Business meant that Darren, my husband, was still spending long hours at work. It was logical that when we decided to convert some outbuildings at our house to use as a play area, for parties, bar-b-qs etc. it was me who sorted out the building contract. The builders I chose to do the work were a local bunch of lads, a bit rough but their hearts were in it, and they knew what they were doing. The work was going to take about 3 months from start to finish but having them around was no problem, I got on with them all pretty well from day one.

During the sweltering summer days I looked after them with drinks and they made sure I got an eyeful of muscular bodies and bulging shorts. Likewise, I did my fare share of flashing, making sure they saw more of me than was absolutely necessary. Like most builders they gave me a bit of lip some of which was a bit edgy. I'm not a prude and can give as good as I get so I joined in when they started on me.

I'd admit that I enjoyed all of it and often went out of my way to provoke them. The good weather made it easy for me to wear skimpy clothes, my favourite was to take them drinks wearing just a crop top and bikini bottoms. I would stay and drink with them watching as they tried to look at where my small top moulded itself to the shape of my breasts or at the V at the top of my legs. I made sure I sat with my legs slightly open giving them a tantalising glimpse of what was hidden by my tiny bikini pants.

More than once I had to head off to my bedroom and take care of myself because it turned me on. I often imagined that they might be doing the same thing in my bathroom. It surprised me that none of them ever tried anything during the first few weeks; builders don't exactly have a reputation for being shy.

About 4 weeks into the work, I discovered that things weren't as under control as they appeared. I was on my way back from the garden and passed near where they were working when I overheard them talking. They didn't know I was there so I stopped to listen.

"Fuck Daz, have you seen her today, she's flashin' her tits all over the place, I'd give her one wouldn't you?"

"I'd do her right now. Do you reckon she'd fancy a bit of rough, she acts posh but my bet is she'd fuck for England if you could get between her legs. I don't think I've ever seen a mouth more likely to suck dick. She really looks like she'd put out doesn't she?"

"I reckon her old man doesn't give her enough, have you seen the way she looks at us when we strip off, my guess is she's well up for some builder's poles between those long legs of hers. She's got a dirty mouth on her too, she doesn't back off when we give her lip."

"Maybe we should try to get into her knickers, that's if she wears any." They both laughed at his joke.

I'd never heard men talk about me like this before, I wanted to stay and listen but I was petrified they would catch me. As I started to back off, Mark, the first one to talk added that they'd better get on, he had a hard on just thinking about what he'd like to do to me. Darren laughed and said him too. They joked that it was a waste of 2 boners that I'd probably love to sort out for them.

I backed away into the garden out of earshot and sat on a bench hidden down among the shrubs where no one could see me, my brain was spinning. If I should have been cross, I wasn't, I was incredibly turned on and wanted to hear more. I loved the way they talked about me and how I made them horny. The thought of them getting hard watching me and talking about what they'd do to me got me feeling really hot.

Memories flooded back of how it felt when I seduced the two IT geeks who worked for my husband. The sensation of having 2 pairs of hands pleasuring me was fresh in my mind even though it happened almost 3 years before. My vivid imagination replaced the 2 young inexperienced boys with these rough hard builders; I felt a surge of lust deep in the triangle between my legs.

I felt so randy I had to touch myself. My hand slid past the hem of my short sundress caressing the sensitive skin of my upper thigh as it sought out the thin strip of cloth that hid my sex. I rubbed myself gently, first over the damp fabric, then slipping underneath to feel skin on skin. I was very aware of how fast I was breathing. I mentally replayed what they’d said and got hotter by the second. It wasn't long before I slid the first finger into my wet hole.

After looking round to check I was still alone, I let my thighs drift apart so I could slide a second finger in beside the first. My thoughts were a kaleidoscope of images. Pictures from the past re-playing my first experience of two men fucking me, mixed seamlessly with fantasies of the builders taking me one after the other across one of their trestles. I felt my orgasm building and controlled the speed of my fingers to perfection, bringing myself to a shuddering, but ultimately unsatisfying climax.

I knew at that moment I would find a way to let these men use me, I just had to let them believe they'd made me fuck them so I wouldn't look like too much of a slut.

The warm sun felt wonderful on my skin as I sat back and relaxed in that blissful post orgasmic haze I enjoy so much. The sun's rays and the slight breeze fought each other, one warming, the other chilling me where the cloth, wet with my own juices, clung to the top of my wide spread legs.

It would have been perfect to stay there all afternoon but there were things to do so I soon headed back towards the house. As I passed where the builders were working I heard their voices again and stopped to listen thinking I might hear more snippets about how much they wanted my body and what they would like to do to me.

"You don't have to believe me, I tell you, she was down there in the bushes friggin' herself. She had her eyes closed and was ramming 2 fingers up her snatch. She didn't see me, I promise you she got herself off."

"Fuck Geoff, why didn't you call for us? I'd fuckin' love to have seen that."

"Yeh, if it'd been me I'd have told her I could scratch her itch for her."

Shit, the foreman had been watching me, this might get really embarrassing.

I couldn't walk past the building they were in without them seeing me so I headed back down into the garden to think. I decided that he was unlikely to say anything, After all I was effectively his employer and I could always throw them off the job.

There again, maybe this was my opportunity, I just had to stay in control. The little devil on my shoulder was telling me that this might not be too bad after all.

I heard his voice calling to me from the top of the garden then saw him walking towards me.

"Do you have 5 minutes Roz, there's a few things I need to go through with you." This sounded business like, a feeling that was confirmed as he talked through a few issues and we made decisions. I was beginning to think he wasn't going to say anything but he looked over his shoulder as he turned to leave.

"One final thing before I go, the lads want you to know that if you need to take care of yourself again, they're keen to help."

I'd have to admit to being thrown. Having decided nothing would happen yet, I was suddenly confronted with the big decision, fight or flight. Whatever happened, I knew I had to try to stay in control.

"What? I don't know what you mean."

"Of course you do Roz, I was watching you just now, down in the garden. The boys and I just want you to know that if hubby isn't giving you enough, all you have to do is ask."

I didn't answer; I was more embarrassed than scared, more turned on than either. He acted like he did this kind of thing every day. I moved to push past him, but a large part of me hoped he would stop me.

"What kind of woman do you think I am?"

He didn't let me down. His hand pressed onto my stomach stopping my escape, I didn't fight him. Strong fingers clutched the thin fabric of my sun dress threatening to tear it. His voice whispered in my ear.

"I know what kind of woman you are Roz. Some of the lads who've fucked you brag about it. Don't pretend you don't put it about, I know you do. Don't try to tell me you don't love this, I know what you're like. Do you remember Kevin from the party you were at a couple of weeks ago. The guy you let fuck you in his car in the lay-bye up the road?"

I froze like a rabbit caught in car headlights. Shit, I knew Kevin had been a mistake. How many people had that bastard told and how much did he tell them?

This was it, this was the moment, this was my opportunity. I could decide to go but I knew that wasn't what I wanted. Just don't make it too easy for them.

I sensed his fingers pop one of the buttons that ran down the front of my dress. His callused hand slid through the gap onto the naked skin of my stomach. My muscles tensed, my sharp intake of breath must have given away my excitement.

"Well Roz, do you remember Kevin from the party?" I nodded, god, that hand inside my dress was driving me mad and all it was doing was rubbing over the flesh around my midriff.

"Did you let him put his hand up your skirt in the back garden at the party and finger you? He reckons you did." I didn't answer; my breath was coming in short gasps.

"He made you cum with his fingers; didn't he? Right there in the garden you let a man you'd just met touch you up." His fingers unfastened another button allowing the palm of his hand to rub over my ribs, scratching my delicate skin. I fought the urge to grab his hand and pull it up to my breasts.

"Do you like getting fucked by men you pick up Roz? You told Kev that you don't get enough from your old man, didn't you?" I would have nodded my head to almost anything at this point, even things I hadn't done. But I remembered that I had told Kevin that. I nodded trying to look ashamed.

I closed my eyes, mixed emotions fought for dominance. Any thoughts I had about running away from this man were swamped by the wish that he would run his coarse hand over my nipples. I could imagine how it would feel, his hardened skin scraping over the sensitive tips, god it would feel good.

"That's better, Roz. Now we're beginning to agree what kind of woman you are aren't we?"

There was only one button left holding the top of my dress. His hand was so close to the underside of my breasts, how did he stop himself? Why did he stop himself?

I knew it was because he was enjoying telling me everything he’d been told about what I'd done with Kevin. It was turning him on as well. I could hear him breathing heavily in between sentences.

"You sucked him off while he drove you home from the party. You took his dick out while he was driving and you gave him a gobble with that dirty little mouth of yours, so don't pretend to me that you're shocked by the way I'm treating you. He told us all about it, he was bragging about how he'd met this horny married bird who was really up for it and I recognised you from his description. He told me you made him cum in your mouth and swallowed every last drop."

The last button at the top of my dress popped out with a flick of his finger leaving it gaping, exposing my small firm breasts. At last I felt his hand grab at my flesh. The breath I hadn't been aware I was holding, escaped from my lungs in an audible gasp.

"That wasn't enough though; you still stopped in a lay-by and let him strip you in the back of his car at the side of the road. Anyone could have seen you. You let him touch you, he opened your legs so wide, one of them was held behind a headrest. He loved telling us all about that. Then he stuck his fingers into you and fucked you with his fingers again just like he did at the party."

The last button at the bottom of my dress was undone allowing the thin fabric to blow in the gentle breeze, gaping to expose my whole body. He must be able to tell by the way my chest was heaving that I was seriously turned on.

He slid his hand back down over my stomach pushing past the elastic top of my panties. He stopped for a second; his fingers had registered that I had no hair where he expected it. He chuckled quietly, running his finger tips over the area round my mound, checking how smooth my skin felt. He didn't say anything but after satisfying himself that I was totally bald, he pushed down and onto the top of my wet pussy. I spread my legs to let 2 of his fingers slip into my wet slit with almost no resistance.

One of my "stand out" moments during sex is when I first feel a man's hand between my legs for the first time. Opening myself to allow fingers to penetrate me just seems like a natural reaction.

"Like this, is this what he did to you? Did he ram his fingers into your posh married twat? Then he fucked you, and made you cum as well, but there's one final thing you did with Kev, tell me what it was Roz."

I shook my head, I was losing control of this situation. No, I'd lost control.

That wasn't surprising with his fingers grinding into my sex, distracting me from any plotting I wanted to be doing. His other hand took hold of one of my breasts, playing with me, his rough skin made me shiver with pleasure.

He had 3 fingers inside me now and I was going to cum. I groaned loudly, my body jerked, my hips swayed, simulating being fucked as I came and came. I always love being talked to during sex, and having this rough labourer talking dirty had me feeling as horny as I'd been in a long time.

I slumped against him; my legs wouldn't support me through the intensity of my climax. He held me while he finished me off with his fingers, gradually easing until my body stopped twitching against his.

"Tell me what you let Kev do to you Roz."

My will power had deserted me, I wanted to admit the last thing I'd let Kev do. I wanted this man to know how dirty I could be.

"I let him fuck my arse, I let him cum in there." I didn't look at him but I knew there was a big grin on his face.

He didn't wait for me to recover completely before he picked me up like a toy, carried me into the long grass in the field behind the house and unceremoniously dumped me on the ground. I heard the zip of his trousers being undone and felt him spread my legs.

My body responded to his hard cock rubbing against my cunt lips. My hips pushed back, trying to force the lips of my pussy over his engorged head. The thought flashed through my mind that I hoped he was going to get the other 2 to join in.

"Do you want me to stop?" I don't know if he was serious. I shook my head, grunting, he laughed ginning down at me.

I was so ready. I hardly noticed the speed of his entry, just the sudden feeling of being full right up to my cervix. He fucked me with long, hard, powerful strokes; I came over and over before I felt him pull out. He hadn't cum so I knew this wasn't finished yet.

He was strong; he picked me up like a feather and flipped me round. It's difficult to describe the position he put me in but I'll try.

He pushed me onto my side and lifted one of my legs up and over his shoulder with my foot pointing to the sky. His legs were on either side of my other leg, pinning me to the ground. The effect was to open me wide.

He dipped one of his fingers in my pussy covering himself in my juices before sliding it over my rosebud, pushing but not penetrating. I love the feeling of a finger rubbing over me like this; it gives me what feel like tiny orgasms.

I let him play, let him pleasure me, I knew he would be getting off on this. All men love playing with my arse. I pushed back against his hand and felt my sphincter muscles relax allowing his finger to penetrate. He paused with the first inch inside me. The bastard knew how much I wanted him to twist it, turn it round inside me. I wanted it deeper, I wanted him to fuck me with it, but he didn't move. He waited until my hips made the first involuntary thrust before he gave me what I wanted. He laughed again; he was loving this, revelling in making me want him to use me.

"There's nothing better than a horny married tart who wants to be fucked, I'm goin’ to make sure you get all the cock you need. I'm goin' to have every one of your holes filled until you'll be glad to get back to being ignored by your hubby."

Oh god yes, at last, there it was. Confirmation that I was going to get what I wanted, what I needed. He wanted to be the first, that was ok, but there would be more of them soon. I almost came on the spot just from thinking about what was in store for me.

His other hand moved between my legs, they were still spread wide by his shoulder holding my left leg high in the air. He pushed two fingers into my cunt, yes it had become a cunt. There was with no resistance, I was wet and ready for him and the others to take me, to give me all the satisfaction I craved. He was ramming both fingers hard into me and still fingering my back passage with his other hand.

The sensations were magical, I was gasping for air as I could feel another orgasm on it's way. I screamed my way through it, not caring who heard me, the feeling of his fingers in my arse and cunt at the same time had my brain imagining they were cocks doing me together.

My mind was a blur, only partially aware of what was being done to me. I just knew that I loved it and was feeling as happy as I had in a long time. I also knew he would live up to his promise of giving me all the cock I wanted.

Through the haze, I became conscious of a sudden empty feeling, his fingers had left me. I needn't have worried, something bigger and fatter was soon pushing its way in through my loosened arsehole. Penetrating just an inch or two, he paused to let me adjust to the new feeling before he rocked slowly forwards, pushing slightly deeper.

His fingers moved to my clit, dipping in and out of my pussy and back onto my clit again, I've been known to cum during anal sex, but this twin assault on my senses was incredible.

He was really turned on as well, I could feel how hard he was and I knew he wouldn't last long. Men are so turned on when I let them do me like this and they usually don't last. He speeded up and I sensed he was heading rapidly towards his own orgasm.

His fingers ramming into my pussy and his cock in my arse were bringing me off as well. I started to spasm, my hips jerking against his twin assault. I just beat him to it and came again screaming at him to fuck me harder. As my thrusting started to ease, I felt him tense and then the wonderful, powerful jerks over and over again as he emptied himself into my bowels.

The prickling of the grass on my skin told me my senses were returning, I'd been oblivious to the discomfort up until then. Geoff was lying on the ground next to me, I hadn't even noticed him slip out or lower my leg to the ground. My skin chilled slightly as the breeze dried the sheen of sweat covering me. Geoff looked just as sweaty.

I really needed to have a shower, and told him I was going back to the house. I even thought he might join me. He, however, had other ideas. He wasn't about to give up the advantage he'd gained over me and I found myself being led firmly back to the building where Mark and Daz were working.

My hands clutched the fabric of my dress; Geoff had stopped me fastening the buttons. For some reason I felt that an element of modesty was required.

Geoff pushed me through the door of the building following closely behind. Mark and Daz stopped work, their eyes wide with amazement. They didn't utter a word although it was blindingly obvious what had been going on. I waited to hear what Geoff would say to them. Instead, he spoke to me.

"Take your dress off Roz, let the boys see."

You could have cut the tension with a knife, none of us moved for what felt like minutes. Geoff broke the deadlock, moving my hands away from the edges of my dress, slipping it off my shoulders down to the floor leaving me naked and vulnerable. I moved my hands back to cover my breasts and my pussy but strong hands soon took hold of me and held my arms down by my sides.

Their eyes took in my naked body for what seemed like forever before either of them spoke. I could see and feel them scanning up and down taking in every part of me other than my face. Neither of them looked me in the eyes.

"What the fuck?" Daz hadn't moved from where he was, I could only imagine what was going through his brain.

"Have you two .... erm." Mark looked to Geoff, then back at me.

"Our lovely Roz isn't getting enough of what she needs boys. I've promised her we'll help her out, is that ok?"

"Bloody hell yes, do you want us all to fuck you Roz?" Daz, direct as always. I nodded, I already knew they wanted this, all I had to do was, literally, give them the nod.

I knew Geoff was behind me but that didn't stop me gasping when his hands reached round and rough, hardened palms rubbed round and over my nipples. He hardly touching the flesh of my breasts as my already hard nipples were pushed and pulled, rotated in small circles like little joysticks, making me quiver all over.

Mark and Daz finally woke up to the situation and moved towards me.

This was so unlike my first experience where I had been totally in control of 2 young boys and could direct every action. This time I was like a puppet with 3 very experienced, horny men pulling my strings.

There were hands everywhere. Geoff’s hands were pushed aside to be replaced by 2 more but this time squeezing and moulding. I could feel my nipples like bullets pressing into their palms. More hands, I don't know whose were running over my stomach, round to squeeze the cheeks of my arse, up my thighs, parting my legs to give them access to my honey pot. There were 2 fingers pushed into my slit, I knew they from different men but I couldn’t work out who. I was in heaven.

As one hand disappeared it was quickly replaced by another. They took turns to grope each bit of me, not a square inch of my body was left untouched, I wasn't complaining. They sampled my flesh and satisfied themselves that I was a willing partner in what they were doing to do to me.

When they realised they were meeting with no resistance, just moans of delight, I was moved over to where a wooden beam was supported between two stands. A hand on the back of my head pushed me forward until I had no choice but to bend and lean on my arms. The rustle of clothes warned me that the first of their cocks was about to enter me. My legs were roughly pushed apart to open my wet entrance before a gorgeous hard rod filled me for the second time that afternoon.

I worked out it was Daz who had sunk his cock into me when Mark appeared, waving his erection in front of my face. It didn't take much to work out what he wanted. Giving him a blow job at the same time as being fucked by his pal wasn't as easy as I expected, especially with the energy Daz was putting into shafting me. My whole body was being rocked backwards and forwards making it difficult to keep Mark in my mouth. Eventually I gave up trying to suck Mark and just let the movement Daz was generating do it for both of us. I didn't hear any complaints.

The sensations between my legs grew stronger and stronger as Daz hit me with everything he had. If Mark hadn't been in front of me, I think I'd have fallen over. Instead I started to cum. It might have been one long cum or a series of small ones; I didn't know and didn't care. I lost myself in the moment, my hips bucking back against his onslaught increasing the pleasure he was giving me and driving him on.

I was really looking forward to feeling him cum inside me. He didn’t, he pulled out at the last minute and I felt warm patches forming on my bum cheeks as he finished himself off behind me.

I hadn't been paying much attention to Mark as I concentrated on my own pleasure. I turned back to him but he moved to position himself between my legs and his hardness replaced Daz taking over exactly where he had left off.

It's an amazing feeling to have a lovely hard cock make you cum, then for another to be ready to take you further, higher. That's exactly what happened as Mark pistoned into my pussy, starting me cumming again as he filled me.

Fuck, I loved it. This is what I'd missed all those years, this is what I needed. As my whole body shook with another climax, my brain was celebrating having found a gang who I knew would be banging me for weeks to come.

Mark was so turned on I could feel the tell tale tension telling me how close he was. I didn't mind, I'd had so many orgasms, I was happy to feel him shudder and finish inside me, animal grunts signalling each pulse of his cock. There would be plenty more where that came from.

As I picked my dress off the filthy floor and wrapped it round my well used body, Geoff was talking again.

"There's no reason why your hubby needs to know anything about the way you behave Roz. We know how to keep our mouths shut don't we boys?" There was enthusiastic head nodding from Mark and Daz.

"So as long as you look after us, we won't have to tell him will we Roz?"

I put on my best "beaten" look for them and suppressed my smile of satisfaction. I would keep that for when I got back to the house and re-lived the last hour while I showered.

....... to be continued.

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