We lived in a quiet cul-de-sac, my husband Dave had a normal 9 to 5 job, I didn't work, we were both in our mid 40's, married for 20 years and our children had left home.
Generally our life was fairly ordinary, we spent most of our time at home pottering around the garden, with an occasional dinner out or bar-be-que with the neighbours.
We were just a typical, normal suburban family or we were until about 6 months ago.
It began 9 months ago when Steve and Tina bought the house next door and moved in.
Steve was 30, he was a negro about 6 foot 4 tall and bald, he was very muscular and when he worked outside in his garden he would only wear a pair of shorts. It was a sight that always made my heart race.
Tina was 23, she was about 5 foot 3, with long blonde hair down to her waist. Her complexion was very pale, she had a tiny waist, small perky tits and a tight flat ass. She generally wore a loose tank top, which regularly gave glimpses of her breasts and tight, short shorts.
Shortly after they moved in we invited them over for drinks, they were a lovely couple and we hit it off straight away. It quickly turned into a regular thing, getting together each week at each others house for drinks and dinner.
Being at home meant I had a lot of free time, most of which I spent on the computer watching porn. I have a very high sex drive and would masturbate a couple of times a day. Dave and I had sex every week or so but it was nothing mind blowing, it felt like Dave treated it just as another chore he had to do as he was a married man.
My porn taste is I think quite normal, boy-girl, girl-girl, threesome, nothing too out there. With the arrival of Steve my viewing preferences changed and I began watching more porn with big black cocks. Often fantasying about Steve dreaming that he was hung like that to go with his magnificent body.
Steve worked in construction, which to an extent explain his muscular build. Tina like me didn't work and also like me spent most of her time at home.
With both Dave and Steve away at work during the day Tina and myself began to spend a lot of time together and became very close.
We regularly went on shopping trips a couple of times a week, these always included lunch and drinks. On other days we would visit each other for nibbles and more drinks, more often than not I would go to Tina's place.
Being in construction means Steve is at home occasionally when he finishes at one job site before he starts at the next. Also the weather affects his work, for safety reasons if it too hot or wet they are unable to work.
Their house has a little patio area where we would sit in the shade to have our drinks, it gave us a view of the whole garden. Whenever Steve was home Tina made sure we sat outside.
I enjoyed watching Steve working, admiring his rippling muscles, his muscular body wet with sweat, his tight ass in his shorts, his strong muscular legs. Maybe it was because he was in construction but he always seemed to be building something, which required a lot of bending and lifting, all of which I found very appealing.
I couldn't help but stare and Tina knew it, teasing me with little comments and innuendos.
As I watched Steve I often imaged him as an star in one of the porn movies I watched, it always made my pussy tingle and wet. When I got home the first thing I would do was masturbate, lying on my bed as I fuck myself with a dildo, my eyes closed dreaming of Steve's body.
It was 6 months ago that everything changed, Dave had to go work out of town, his firm was opening a new shop and he was needed to help set it up and get it running. He left on the Monday and wouldn't be home until Friday.
I arranged to meet Tina on the Tuesday, some shopping in the morning, lunch out and an afternoon of drinks at her house. It also turned out that rain over the weekend closed Steve's worksite, so he would be home, some eye candy to go with the wine.
I met Tina at her house at 10am, we hit the mall checking out all the clothes and shoe shops, we even squeezed in a quick visit to the beauticians before lunch at the local tavern. A nice meal and several drinks before heading back to Tina's for some wine.
Steve was working in the garden when we got back, we headed to the patio with a bottle wine and a couple of glasses, settling in for a relaxing afternoon.
"God it just makes you wet doesn't it?" Tina said.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, I was only half listening to her, I was distracted watching Steve work.
"Steve, that gorgeous body, it gets my cunt wet from just looking at him," she said.
I just stared at her, not sure what to say or do.
"Be honest Brenda, you love his body too, I see you staring," Tina said.
"Umm...well,,,umm" was all I could say, I could feel myself blushing.
"Don't be embarrassed," Tina said, "I know other women find Steve hot and fantasise about him, I honesty don't mind."
"Well he does have a nice body," I said with a slight smile.
"He certainty does and you can't even see his best part," Tina said.
I nearly choked on my wine, I could feel myself going redder as I stared at Tina.
"God look at me," Tina said pulling her top tight against her breasts, "Just thinking about him has got my nipples rock hard."
"And I can tell you my cunt is wet just remembering this morning," she said.
I just stared at Tina, drinking my wine as she talked.
"15 minutes earlier this morning you would have seen me spread across this table with Steve stuffing his cock into me,' she continued, "You must have heard me screaming as you walked down the path."
I topped up my glass and had another large drink.
Laughing she said, "I spent half the morning trying on clothes with a cunt full of cum."
The bottle was empty, Tina got up to get another, I stare at her tiny body as she left, imaging her naked with Steve's big muscular body fucking her.
It was making me horny, remembering some of the porn I watched as big black cocks ravishes little petite white girls, imaging Steve doing that to Tina.
My pussy was wet and I wanted to masturbate.
Tina returned with more wine and topped up my glass.
She sat there beside me holding the wine bottle as she stared at Steve, her hand stroking the neck of the bottle.
I was staring at her hand when she said, "It's bigger than this."
"Sorry, what?" I asked.
"His cock, it bigger than the neck of this bottle," she said as her hand moved down the body and stroked it.
"Nnno..., I wasn't..., wasn't thinking that," I stammered.
"Yes you were, you want him," Tina said.
