I am a 35-year-old married woman with two teenage kids and a loving husband. I am five feet five inches tall, with dark brown shoulder-length hair and a nice figure which still draws lots of male attention. My husband, although a good provider, is sometimes lacking in the bedroom department, but aside from an occasional grope at a party or on the dance floor at a club, I’ve never really been unfaithful to him—until recently.
A few months ago we decided to redo our kitchen, and we called a contractor who’d been recommended by some friends of ours. When the guy came around to give us an estimate, he turned out to be a well-built black man in his 20s. When we were introduced he smiled at me in a way that led me to believe his interest wasn’t just in our kitchen. This feeling was reinforced when my husband left the room to answer the phone and Albert, the contractor, very quickly and nonchalantly squeezed my butt. A secret thrill went through me, but I didn’t say or do anything at the time.
Most of the renovation was to be done while my husband was at work and the kids in school, and I had no problem with that whatsoever. On the day the work started I dressed in a tight top and a black pleated skirt, underneath which I wore a white lace body suit with a snap crotch. I cleared out the kitchen as Albert got his tools ready. This gave him the chance to see what was under my skirt as I twirled and bent over while clearing out the final items.
As we spoke about what he was going to do first, I could see that his eyes were drinking in my body, and the idea thrilled me. I stood close to him as he knelt down to check under the sink, and suddenly I felt his hand on my leg, resting on my smooth calf. We had been talking about how he was going to mount the new cabinets down there, and now he said, in a different tone, that mounting was his favorite thing. I smiled and blushed, but said nothing, wondering how far I was going to let this game go as his hand began caressing my leg.
As if for answer, I found myself parting my feet slightly as our conversation stopped completely and Albert continued to caress me. I felt my excitement overwhelming me as his hand ran up my inner thigh to my crotch. When he discovered the snaps of my body suit he quickly undid them, and after a quick pass through my dark pubic hair, his fingers delved inside me, causing a sharp gasp, followed by a long moan, to escape my lips. I let him probe me until he found a rhythm that swiftly had me on the verge of climax. My legs buckled as I cried out, and luckily Albert caught me as I fell.
Within moments his pants were down, and I saw his large black cock throbbing for me. As I sat weakly on the floor, Albert stood up and drew my head toward his twitching cock. Automatically I opened my mouth and his cock slipped inside, but I couldn’t take all of it, due to its size. I sucked noisily on his cock as he held my head to guide it. Judging by the sounds he was making I must have done a good job, and after a few minutes he began bucking his hips as though fucking my mouth, then groaned and shot his load down my gulping throat. Luckily, most of it went straight down, because there was so much of it that I certainly would have gagged if it hadn’t. When he finished spurting, he pulled away, saying, “Oh God, that was so good!”
When we had caught our breath I got us some drinks. We gulped them down, and when I turned to put our glasses in the sink, Albert was suddenly right behind me, his hand running up the back of my leg under my skirt to my round butt.
“Mmmm,” he said. “I haven’t been with such a sexy woman in a while, and I haven’t been with a white woman for a couple of years.” I felt his hard cock brush against my butt before he eased me down to the floor on my hands and knees. Before I could say a word he had pushed my skirt up over my hips, parted my thighs and slammed into me, making me cry out at the sudden penetration. It took my breath away, but inflamed my passion even further.
Now this raging bull held onto my hips and pounded into me without remorse or letup for God knows how long before he rolled me over onto my back, then mounted me again. He had excellent stamina, and he rode me through several positions while bringing me to a series of loud screaming climaxes.
He’d gotten my top down at some point, and his hands and mouth made free with my tits and my hard sensitive nipples. After a few minutes he again got me into the doggie position and proceeded to bang me that way, until I heard him groan and felt him finally shoot his second load deep into my spasming pussy.
As we lay panting he said, “That was awesome, but now I better get some work done.” So I left him to it and went upstairs to soak in a long hot bath.
When I came back down some time later Albert was packing up for the day. He told me he’d see me the next day. I could hardly wait.
The next day he returned with the new cabinets, and with an assistant, another black male in his 20s named Ned. I was disappointed that Albert was not alone, and I went upstairs to be out of their way.
After doing household chores for an hour or so, I went into my bedroom and lay down to rest. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I became aware of someone’s hands rubbing my ass as I lay on my side. Thinking it was Albert, I just smiled to myself and said nothing. I felt his body settling onto the bed, and then a cock probing me from behind. Hands came around to cup my breasts as the cock penetrated me and began to thrust in and out. I felt kisses moving over my neck and ears, and suddenly I was aware of facial hair tickling my earlobe.
Albert was completely clean-shaven, so I instantly realized that the man fucking me had to be Ned. I turned to look at him, and he smiled and told me breathlessly that Albert had told him to come up and check on me, and that once he saw me, he couldn’t help himself, and he hoped I didn’t mind. I knew I should, but the fact was that I didn’t, and I mutely shook my head as he continued to fuck me until we both came.
Between the two of them, Albert and Ned finished the job that afternoon, and when he got home my husband said he was happy with their work, and paid them handsomely. He said he’d call them again if we ever needed more work done, and I heartily went along with that promise.
Albert and I locked eyes as he smiled and said, “Thanks, I’d like that.”
—G.R., Jackson, Mississippi