In the following weeks, everything Roland did, impressed me. He organised training sessions for the entire site, and the way he delivered it, turned me on so much. He was a popular topic amongst the ladies, many expressing in detail what they would like to do with him.
I was in a dangerous place. My marriage was good, and my sex life was great. Sex was our morning ritual before we had coffee and sometimes, we had sex before bed as well. Yet, my curiosity was taking me closer and closer to this man.
We bought our first house. It needed a lot of work, but it was at the right price, and it had the space to make it our dream home. My husband had purchased some materials for the house, but the person who was supposed to help with the transportation, let him down. When he called me and told me about the situation, he asked if Roland could help. He had met Roland and his wife when he came to pick me up from work, so he did not see him as a threat. I explained the situation to Roland while still on the phone to my husband. Roland smiled and agreed to help without hesitation.
With materials on the back of Roland's pickup, we went to my house. Being in the truck with Roland further enveloped me in his aura. I found myself looking at him and the confidence that was oozing from him made me feel warm and fuzzy. I happened to be wearing a skirt that day and I remembered what happened last time I was close to this man wearing a skirt. I kept opening and closing my legs as we talked throughout the journey.
We got to my house and before we offloaded the truck, the trouble started. Roland took off his shirt, and it was all down hill for me from there.
Roland carried two bags of cement at a time into the house. I was in awe at the ease at which he was lifting 25kg bags of cement, coupled to that was the rippling muscle inches away from me and, my desire was dangerously becoming lust. Once the half a pallet of cement was offloaded, I suggested he take a shower before we went back to work. All that stood between me and the answer to my curiosity was a shower curtain. I stopped myself from pulling it back by asking him if he wanted a drink, and going into the kitchen when he said yes.
I heard when the water stopped and when the shower curtain was pulled back. I turned to give him his drink and froze. Roland had dried his himself and came out of the bathroom naked. He had the biggest erection I had ever seen. He walked up to me, pulled me into him, and kissed me deeply. His dick was pressing against my belly, and it felt like it was getting bigger.
I made a futile attempt to stop what was about to happen but as I pulled away from him and his dick came into view, my pussy betrayed me. Roland reached under my skirt and began to pull my T-String down. I was telling him to stop while I was moving my legs to facilitate its removal. He turned me around, lifted my skirt, bent me over the counter, and pressed the head of his dick at the entrance of my pussy. Being that my pussy was so wet, he entered me easily. He gently pushed all of that huge dick into me, being careful not to cause pain.
My pussy was being stretched further than ever before. Every inch of my pussy was reacting to the huge dick that was sliding into to me. I was realising what the ladies meant by their pussy being full of dick.
He began to fuck me with long gentle strokes, allowing my pussy to become accustomed to the size without causing any pain. Once I started to moan and move my hips, however, he fucked me harder. He had a firm grip with on my hips with his huge hands, which felt so good. He was doing all the right things, and I knew I would cum soon. He told me how he loved how hot and wet my pussy was and that I took his dick better than most women he had in the past. Hearing that pushed me over the edge. Knowing that I took that monster well made me slam my hips back on to him and I came in the next four strokes, bucking and shaking while being impaled on that huge dick.
Once I regained my composure, I pulled away from him. We had to get back to work before we raised any suspicions. He finished his drink and we cleaned up before heading back to work.
I relayed the full conversation that happened at Samantha's house on the journey back, and why what happened between us happened. I told him that it could not happen again because I was happily married and wanted nothing to interfere with that.
He smiled and said "You do not have to worry about me. No one will know."
He sounded so reassuring that I felt comfortable that it would remain a secret.
Our interactions at work remained the same and no one suspected at thing. From time to time, I would look at him while he was working and got that warm and fuzzy feeling. I often wondered what a full session with him would be like. The ease with which he made me cum left no doubt in my mind that he would have made me tap out.
Two weeks later, an announcement was made. Roland had resigned after receiving an offer of a top position overseas with a multi-national company. For me, it was a sweet and sour moment. I admired him, and I was going to miss him. All of him.