It was only supposed to be a routine roof refit, Steve reflected. We were only supposed to be in and out, two days’ work at most. 

But as the mouth of this cheating posh MILF swallowed his cock whole, as she moaned in pleasure, as Frank’s face crinkled in paroxysms of ecstasy behind her, the only thing that could really be said about the job is that they very much were in and out. 

It had all started that first day. Mr Randall-Sott, some posh solicitor or barrister or something, had hired them for a complete roof refit, lead and guttering and everything.

Pretty routine job for Steve’s building company; the sort of thing they had three or four of a month, no big deal to get done at all. 

What was a big deal was Mrs Randall-Sott. He couldn’t take his eyes off her the minute he saw her.

Long, glossy auburn hair cascading down her back and curling over her shoulders; piercing green eyes with just a bit too much mascara; full, sensual lips almost always pursing into a wry, seductive half-smile.

Her full, voluptuous figure boasted a pair of breasts that threatened to spill out of her flowery frock and an ass that swung suggestively beneath its folds; tiny feet hidden away in glossy green high heels, her milk-white calves taut and shapely. 

Steve, Frank and Kieran did their best to avert their gazes, conscious of Mr Randall-Sott’s cold, disapproving gaze on them.

They failed – not that it seemed to bother either Mr or Mrs Randall-Sott. He probably enjoyed putting her on display, and she the attention. 

Randall-Sott gave them brusque instructions on where to find everything and where they were permitted to go (upstairs was off-limits, as was the study).

Steve and the others nodded and smiled, eager for him to be gone so they could get to work.

None of them would have admitted that they’d just as soon have him gone so they could ogle his wife more freely, but they were all thinking it. 

And like that, the man of the house was gone. Steve and the lads set up their scaffolding and got to work. 

It wasn’t too long before it all came crashing down. 

As soon as Mrs Randall-Sott offered them a brew, Steve could feel the sexual energy radiating off her in waves.

If he hadn’t been 90% sure that Randall-Sott could have had them legally killed, he might have made a move right there and then. 

“Cup of tea, boys?” she said, her cool green eyes locking on theirs as she sashayed into the garden, dress clinging to her curvaceous form in all the right places. 

“Er, yes, Mrs Randall-Sott,” said Steve on their behalf. “Cuppa’d be lovely.”

Her full lips pursed into a faint smile. “How do you take it?” 

“No sugar for me, one for Frank, half for Kieran.” 

“I’m watching my weight,” said Kieran by way of elaboration. 

“No need for that,” said Mrs Randall-Sott, her voice mellifluous and low. “I like a… big man.” 

Kieran laughed nervously. “Right, Mrs Randall-Sott.” 

She waved a delicate hand and laughed gaily. “Oh, please. ‘Barbara’. ‘Randall-Sott’ is such a –” her eyes drifted to Steve’s, and she smiled. “—a mouthful, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, Mrs. – Barbara.” Steve felt himself stir. 

“I’ll be back with those teas. Nice and strong, eh, boys?” 

“I like a good drop of milk in mine, Barbara,” said Frank cheekily. 

“What a coincidence. Me too.” She turned around and looked back, her dress swishing. “Though sometimes I like a good strong builder’s one.” 

They all watched her go, the roof refit was forgotten as they could not tear their eyes off her peachy calves and the half-glimpsed swell of her buttocks. 

“Boys? Do any of you know anything about radiators?” 

Steve stopped and wiped his brow, looking down at Mrs Randall-Sott. She was shielding her eyes from the sun, that sexy half-smile back on her pouting lips. 

“A bit. Everything OK, Barbara?” 

“Oh, well I do feel silly. I was trying to fix the radiator, and, well – do you think you could come down and we could discuss it down here? I feel like an auctioneer at the gavel!” 

With a minimum of discussion,, Steve and the lads decided that they could descend the scaffolding to help Barbara with her radiator problem. It would be their pleasure. 

“I was just trying to bleed it, so I adjusted this valve here, and then, well, as you can see, it just gushed everywhere.” 

The boys could see that, yes, it had gushed everywhere. The front of Mrs Randall-Sott’s dress was absolutely soaking.

Her ample bosom heaved against the strained wet fabric of the dress, erect nipples clearly visible. The folds of the skirt, moist with radiator water, clung to her thighs. 

“Oh, dear. I really should get out of this before I catch my death.” 

Slender, dextrous fingers fell to the buttons on the front of her dress. 

“Mrs – Barbara, your husband told us we’re not to come up here,” began Steve. 

“Oh, yes, so he did,” she cooed softly, one finger falling on Steve’s lips to shush him. “He’d be furious if he knew you’d been up here. Absolutely livid. What can you possibly do to ensure I don’t tell him?” 

One full breast spilt out of her dress, the nipple was perky and pink. Barbara slunk between Steve and Frank.

Her dress rustled against her buttocks as she ground them into Frank’s crotch, and her lips fell on Steve’s. 

Steve was too surprised to do anything, but as soon as her tongue pushed into his mouth, he was stiff as a rock.

Nimble fingers worked at his belt, and he instantly sprang free of his jeans. He vaguely heard Frank gasp as she slid to her knees. 

Her wet mouth, soft and welcoming, closed over his erect member, and he groaned. Besides him, she had already worked Kieran’s cock out of his trousers and pumped it slowly, firmly.

He fell onto the bed as behind them; she continued to grind her ass into Frank’s willing, throbbing dick. 

Frank fell onto the bed, trousers round his ankles. He spat on his cock, and she moaned as he thrust it deep into her asshole, her breath tickling Steve’s glans before she closed her mouth around it again.

A moment later, Kieran’s smaller cock, standing up from his pubes like an angry mole’s nose, poked its way into her tight snatch, and her moans redoubled. 

Steve cried out as she took his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and she bit back her gag as she held it there for a moment.

Kieran and Frank jackhammered at her ass and cunt, slamming their cocks into her again and again, and she cried out herself now, her slutty green eyes falling on Steve’s again, and he knew that she wanted his dick deep inside her. 

He yanked her free of the cocks of lesser men and pulled her around, exposing her puckered asshole, still glistening with Frank’s saliva and her perfect snatch.

Steve slammed his tumescent cock into her asshole and gasped as it swallowed him whole, sucking his dick in and holding it tight. Barbara’s hungry mouth closed over Frank’s dick, tasting her own asshole, and she cried out in pleasure.

One free hand closed around Kieran’s tiny cock, and she pumped vigorously. The portly builder couldn’t restrain himself; three cords of pearlescent cum shot out over her shapely hand and forearm, and Kieran gave a long groan. 

Steve couldn’t have been more turned on. He redoubled his speed, slamming his cock into her tight asshole with powerful thrusts, and she cried for more and more.

Her hand, still glimmering with Kieran’s cum, cupped Frank’s balls as she worked his shaft and teased his glans.

As her mouth closed over Frank’s cock and she began deep-throating him, she pushed back on Steve’s dick, slamming her ass back against him and moving in time with him.

Steve felt her sphincter tighten as she sucked him further in, a black hole that he never wanted to escape. 

She pulled away from him abruptly, his cock sliding free from her asshole with a rope of saliva. He didn’t have time to register disappointment; she pushed him onto his back and sat on his face, and her moist sopping twat slid over his mouth. 

Steve thrust his tongue into her cunt eagerly, revelling in the taste of her snatch juice, feeling it course down his tongue and into his throat.

Below he felt an eager moistness close around his cock, eager to taste the taste of her ass. He could hear her still working Frank and Kieran’s dicks, and Steve’s hands rose to grab her smooth, firm ass as it pistoned back and forth over his willing tongue. 

When he and Frank were close to completion (and Kieran, for a second time), she pulled free and knelt on the bed, mouth open and tongue ready to receive three gouting cocks’ worth of cum.

She laughed breathily, her eyes passing between them, lingering as always on Steve’s. 

Frank went first, ropes of cum shooting across her cheek and forehead, and she giggled. Steve was barely five seconds later, his cum spurting straight into her mouth, and the tip of her tongue caressed his glans as he moaned in pleasure.

Kieran went a second later, a gout of spunk landing on her chin. She laughed breathily, lapping up the cum, and wiped her chin with the back of one hand.

Her sodden dress lay forgotten on the bed, the three builders breathing heavily, and her hand went to the nightstand. 

She brought her phone up, cum still glistening on her face, and showed it to them. The outgoing call display said: ‘hubby’. 

“Oh, don’t worry, boys,” she said as their faces fell. “He likes to listen.” She scooped up a glob of cum with one slender finger and sucked it off. “The more common, the better.” 

She put the phone to her ear and fell back, exposing her slick asshole and tight cunt. “Hmm, dear? In the arse next time? But of course.” She smiled and ended the call. Those deep green eyes fell on them. 

“You heard him, boys.” Her finger dabbed a drop of cum from her forehead; the Cheating posh MILF circled her asshole idly with it. “Same time tomorrow.” 

The boys looked at each other and shrugged. A job was a job.