Maggie Donaldson sat back on her heels and surveyed her flowerbed. She had spent the entire morning replanting flowers and weeding the beds, and now she was finished. She rose to her feet, and glanced at the air conditioner unit that was on the fritz wondering how long it would take to get it repaired.
She was feeling hot, tired, and dirty and there was something else she could not put her finger on.
She strolled into her kitchen to wash her hands, but after catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she headed for the bathroom to take a long, hot shower instead.
When Maggie got to the bathroom, she turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature before stripping off her clothes, and stepping in.
As she started soaping her body, she finally realized what the feeling she had not be able to pinpoint all day long was, she missed James, her late husband. He had been killed in a car accident 2 years earlier, while on his way home to celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary. She washed her hair wondering if she would ever find another man like James, one who treated her and excited her the way he did.
Running her soapy hands over her tits she pulled on the hardened nipples thinking about how James loved to bite and put nipple clamps on them. She continued soaping her body, her hands working their way down till she came to her pussy. She caressed it, noticing how wet she was. Suddenly she felt guilty; here she was horny while James lay in a grave. She was supposed to be a grieving widow, feeling only the grief that his death brought her.
Her guilt increased as she thought about the lecture she would get from her minister if she confessed to having feelings of longing. So rinsing the soap off, she turned off the shower, stepped out and grabbed a towel that she wrapped around her wet hair. Maggie knew that there would come a day where she would be able to pleasure herself without feelings of guilt.
She looked for a robe before realizing that she had not brought one in, so she padded naked out of the bathroom, with her head down as she towel dried her hair. She had not gotten 5' before she was greeted with the sight of pair feet. Maggie jerked her head up and saw Jerry, the air conditioner repairman.
Maggie was so shocked and surprised that she stumbled backwards, only to come up against something big and solid. Another man was there. His hand landed on her stomach to steady her. As she glanced downward towards the hand she noticed that Jerry's cock was hard, so was the cock of the person she was up against. The hand was black, so she knew that it had to be Mac, Jerry's helper.
As she stood between these two men, a feeling of longing washed over her. Her nipples tightened up and became hard little nubs, something Jerry quickly noticed. He smiled and reached out to touch one nipple. A sigh escaped Maggie's lips as he drew circles around it making it clear to both men that she was excited.
Jerry leaned over and bit her nipple, making her moan in pleasure. She leaned back into Macs body, feeling his hard cock pressing into her ass. She wondered what it would be like to have a black man fuck her, and grew more excited since that was a forbidden thought.
As Jerry started sucking on each nipple, Macs hand moved downward to her pussy. Maggie spread her legs open to allow him access. She felt him slide his fingers into her while his thumb rubbed her clit, God it felt so good. Maggie forced herself away from Mac and Jerry, looked at them both, and smiled as she led them into her bedroom.