My husband Ralph is a workaholic, and sometimes he is too busy even to think about sex. A few months ago I was walking around in a constant state of arousal because he had been ignoring me sexually for several weeks. I masturbated often, but I wanted more than that. I wanted cock. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted it badly. When I would start fondling Ralph's cock in bed, he would say he was too tired. I started thinking that my husband was getting it from someone else, and it was then that I decided not to be the sweet faithful wife any more.
One morning I was siting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. Without thinking, I went to the front door and opened it. The guy standing there looked really surprised when he saw me. I was wearing a very short and very thin nightgown and no robe, leaving very little to his imagination. He was a very good-looking black man, probably about thirty years old, with an athlete's body.
He stammered a good morning, then said something about my husband having sent him to do some repairs on the bathroom fixtures. I recalled Ralph saying something about that, so I invited him in. He was trying very hard not to look at my near-naked body as he asked me if I knew exactly what had to be fixed. I said I didn't remember, but that I would call my husband at work and ask him.
I went up to our bedroom to make the call, and there I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. I knew I looked good. I am five feet six and weigh one hundred fifteen pounds, with long natural auburn hair and a firm 36-28-36 figure which I maintain by doing aerobics.
What with Ralph's apparent sexual disinterest and my own growing frustration, I decided to make a play for the repairman. I took off the panties I was wearing under my nightgown. This made me feel more exposed and sexy. Moisture was already starting to lubricate my cunt.
"I wanted to ask his name, but I could hardly speak, and when he began fondling my ass I didn't care any more. I went to my knees"
After making the call, I went downstairs and invited the repairman to join me for a cup of coffee. My voice was filled with excitement and desire. I took him into the kitchen, and as I reached up to retrieve a cup from the cabinet, I made sure my gown rose high enough to show him I wasn't wearing panties. I glanced back at him and smiled, to let him know I knew what I was doing
After pouring the coffee I sat opposite him with my legs parted so he could get a good look at my pussy. His eyes were riveted there. "Like what you see?" I asked him.
"I sure do," he said, a little hoarsely. "You are one nice-looking woman."
"Then let me see you too," I whispered. "Please take off your clothes."
Without a word, he stood up and began undressing. When he undid his pants and slid them off, I gasped. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his growing cock was uncircumcised. It was not only the first uncircumcised cock I'd ever seen, it was the first black one also. It sent a chill through me. I stood up and moved to him, wrapping my hand around that gorgeous cock. It was lengthening and hardening rapidly, and its tip soon emerged from the foreskin. It had to be at least ten inches long. Ralph's was six inches when erect, but this one was much longer, and hard as an iron rod.
I wanted to ask his name, but I could hardly speak, and when he began fondling my ass I didn't care any more. I went to my knees and began licking up and down on that beautiful cock. To my delight, it was still growing, and seemed to be a foot long by now. I lifted his heavy balls, and then put the head of that hard cock in my mouth. I couldn't get much more of him in, though I kept trying, until he laughed and said, "Just suck the head, baby, just suck it and lick it." I sucked on that beautiful head until he stopped me. Then he lifted me up and carried me to the couch in the living room, where he stripped off my nightgown and began kissing and caressing me all over. My cunt was on fire. This was what I had wanted and needed for days, and my pussy was tingling with passion.
After a few minutes I couldn't control myself any longer. "Fuck me, oh fuck me!" I begged. "Please fuck me. I want you so bad! Fill my cunt with that beautiful cock!"
He lay on his back then, his huge tool sticking straight up. "It's all yours, baby," he said. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his big pole, desperate to feel that monster inside me, but cautious of its size. When its tip touched the back of my cunt I lay down on him and began to move up and down the full length of that marvelous cock.
It only took a few strokes to send me over the edge into the longest and most intense orgasm of my life. It was the most incredible pleasure that I had ever experienced, and it shook every part of my body. When it had subsided I wanted to feel it again, and I told him so. I asked him if he could keep it hard, and he laughed. "Baby, I can keep it hard as long as you want it. You just keep fucking until you can't come any more."
I couldn't believe it. With Ralph I was lucky if I could come once before he would roll over and go to sleep. I was amazed at the staying power of this black lover. I came three more times, each one just as good as the first, while he just kept playing with my titties and ass.
Finally I reluctantly withdrew from his enormous cock and stood next to the couch. That proud pole still stood as straight and tall as a nightstick, glistening with my come, the skin stretched so tight it looked like it would split. He arose from the couch then and had me get on my hands and knees. When he got behind me I thought for a moment that he wanted to put that huge thing in my ass; but instead he gently inserted it between my cunt lips and began to pump in and out slowly. His hands gripped my hips, occasionally moving around to play with my tits. I quickly heated up again, and soon was on the edge of coming once more. I could tell that he was close as well, so I held back for a few moments, until I felt the first shot of come squirt from his cock. Then we were both coming, groaning and moaning and fucking hard into each other, until we collapsed.
We rested for only a few minutes before he said he had better get started on the repair work. I followed him upstairs, showed him the bathroom, then went into the bedroom and lay on the bed, still naked. When he finished his work, he came to the bedroom door and asked me if I was okay. "I will be," I replied, "if you can fuck me one more time."
"Sure, baby," he grinned, and he undressed again. This time it was even better, maybe because we were doing it in the bed my husband fucks me in. This wonderful man was able to fuck me three more times before he had to get back to work.
Later that night Ralph asked me if the repairman had got everything fixed. "Oh yes," I replied. "He sure did!" Now, as often as he can manage it, that man comes around to see if everything is okay. After a careful examination he usually finds that my pussy needs fixing, and he never fails to do a really outstanding job.--P.R., Des Moines, Iowa