Our story begins in early May, in the small town of Plymouth. It's a small community the deep Midwest. It is the type of community where everyone knows everyone else. Like in most neighborhoods, we would lock our doors at night to keep out unwanted visitors. Word spread around our small community about a secret visitor.
A tall mysterious man would sneak into your house in middle of the night. He was not the type of visitor you would be scared of. He would sneak in to your house while your husband was fast asleep. He wasn't there to steal anything or cause any harm. He was simply there for one simple reason. At first the book club ladies in the community thought it was some kind of made up fairy tale. One by one he would sneak into our homes while the rest of our family members were fast asleep.
Once our husband's were fast asleep, we would sneak downstairs and unlock the doors. I would always wonder if it would be my lucky night. It was the only time I could remember that us ladies would purposely unlock our doors at night.
Louisa claimed that he visited her on multiple occasions. She claimed he snuck into her house while her husband was away on his frequent business trips. She said the mysterious stranger made love to her all night. She told us that he was like a bull in bed, and was able to go at it all night with her.
Louisa also claimed that she could fully fit him in her mouth. She claimed that she didn't even have trouble and she could easily satisfy him, and get right down to his balls. None of us book club ladies believed her wild story. There was no way anyone could get that branch sized thing all the way down their little inexperienced throats.
The other book club ladies claimed that he was just too massive. The book club ladies didn't believe that he ever visited Louisa more than once. They did agree on one thing though. They agreed that a few of them had been visited by a hot mysterious stranger who made passionate love to them while their households slept.
We met at Louisa's house once a week for book club. We all hated her with a passion, but she had the only house available. She lived in a big imposing mansion that was always dead quiet. She was the only one on our block without children, so it worked out well that way. Her husband was usually away on business so it was always the best place to meet.
We almost never talked about books these days. The discussion always turned to the mysterious stranger. Of course Louisa always had a better story than anyone else. It didn't make sense that he kept going back to her, and no one else.
I pretended to love hearing about it, and always asked for more details. The book club ladies were more than happy to talk about it. Secretly I was jealous; maybe I wasn't good enough for him. Maybe I wasn't attractive enough for him. Maybe I wasn't as put together as the other ladies. Why was he skipping over me? For my age, I still had a pretty decent body. I went to the gym and ate well. I was chubby but definitely not obese. I felt a bit better when Clara told me she hadn't had a visit from the mysterious stranger. Clara was definitely the hottest woman in our group. She worked as a model for a sports magazine. She was young and beautiful. We were all secretly jealous of her long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes and Barbie physique.
One late Friday night, everything changed for me.
My husband was snoring like an army tank and was fast asleep. I left the bedroom and went downstairs for a late night snack. I nearly yelled as I came face to face with someone peering into my dimly lit kitchen.
A tall masked man stood outside the sliding door. His face was covered by a nylon mask, and only his eyes and lips were visible. I could see his toned upper body through his tight black shirt. He placed his index finger over his protruding lips signaling for me to be quiet. Was this the mystery guy they had all been talking about?
The mysterious stranger undid his pants zipper and pulled out his massive cock. He pressed his long flaccid member against the glass sliding door. Louisa was for sure lying, that damn thing was the size of a small tree branch, and he wasn't even hard. I was suddenly hypnotized by the tall muscular stranger standing outside my kitchen doors.
I undid the sash to my bathrobe and revealed my fully naked body to him. I opened the robe all the way and pressed my breasts against the glass. I smiled at the handsome stranger as he stroked his massive black cock up and down.
The mysterious stranger was the reason I slept naked. I would dream of him coming to visit me. If he really existed I wanted to be ready for him. He was the reason the book club ladies slept naked. We all wanted to be ready when he showed up. None of our husbands ever satisfied us the way he was rumored too. It wasn't fair that he was sneaking around satisfying everyone except me. Well, there was also Clara. We needed it as much as the other ladies did.
I slid the glass door open as quietly as I could. I was so scared someone would see or hear us. Maybe my husband would wake up? How on earth would I explain any of this? My heart thumped back and forth as a rush of adrenaline came over me.
I opened the door all the way and he quietly slid it shut behind him. He was so methodical that it was clear how often he did this. He stood behind me and slid his hands up inside my open bathrobe. His hard cock pressed into my backside as his hands squeezed my bare breasts. He covered my mouth with one hand.
"You've waiting for me haven't you?"
I nodded up and down as he slowly took his hand of my mouth.
"You have some place quiet we can go?" He asked.
I motioned for him to follow me down the hallway. Most of the lights in the house were off, but I was still terrified someone would notice us. I couldn't resist stroking him as we walked quietly through the dimly lit house. I was definitely going to try to fit him in my mouth. I had to be better than that bitch. She was always one upping me. She had the rich husband and the nice car. She had the biggest house on the block and those nice fake tits she barely worked for.
I led him down the basement stairs and closed the basement door behind us. I had to make sure it was locked. As soon we got off the basement stairs, I undid my bathrobe and got on my knees. I was still under this hot stranger's spell.
My knees pressed hard against the basement carpet. I gripped him in my hand, and slowly started sucking his massive cock. Fuck his big black cock tasted so damn good. I licked small circles around his massive circumcised tip. I was struggling to fit it halfway in my mouth. I could deep throat my husband's tiny little cock any day. It's like his tiny cock would ever turn me on.
I reached up and undid his pants button dropping them around his boots. I cupped his balls in my and hand, and popped his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock expanded and filled up my mouth. I could feel his thick veins on my tongue as I slowly licked him up and down. As much I tried I could still barely get half of it inside my mouth. I kept gagging harder and harder thinking that work. It wasn't helping at all. The harder he got, the less I was able to fit him in my mouth. There was no way I could get down to his massive balls.
Both my hands gripped his bare butt hard, as he rhythmically pushed in and out of my mouth. My saliva dripped from my mouth on my breasts, and down to my knees. He pulled out of my mouth and teased his cock softly on my thirsty slut lips. I couldn't help but notice my wedding picture hanging behind the masked moaning stranger.
