My name is Jennifer, and I am twenty three years old. I've been married for almost a year now to my husband Kevin. Our marriage has gotten a little shaky as of late. We argue and fight about everything. I want to start a family and have children, but my husband keeps saying we are not ready financially. He's been acting very strange lately and has been too tired for sex almost every night this month. I don't know what's going on with him. I keep myself in great shape by going to the gym everyday.
I thought it was me and that I wasn't doing enough to satisfy his needs. Maybe I just needed to try a little harder to please him. Kevin was due home from work soon. So I got showered up and was about to get dressed. I stood in front of the mirror to admire my nakedness. I'm five foot four inches tall and weigh about one thirty. I have a nice big round ass with full c-cup tits. I have short brunette colored hair. People say I got a really cute face with a small button nose and green eyes. I was always popular throughout school and always had guys asking me out. I was real shy and only been with two guys before I met Kevin.
The phone rang and it was Kevin calling.
"Kevin where are you, I'm waiting for you," I answered.
"I'm sorry but there has been a work emergency and I'm going to be here until midnight or possibly longer."
"What, tell me you're lying to me? I need you here now. You always have to work late. Can't someone else work in your place tonight? Someone else can cover for you."
"I'm so sorry babe; I'm the only one here that can get this system back up."
"But you don't realize how horny I...
That's when Kevin cut me off mid sentence.
"Gotta go, here comes the boss. I'll call you when I get a chance."
"Kevin...Kevin," I cant believe he hung up on me.
That asshole, ever since his new boss Vicky took over, Kevin's been working these so called 'work emergencies'. It's got me real suspicious. He always coming home smelling like women's perfume. He's told me there was nothing to worry about. But I've seen Vicky, with her big fake tits and her hundred ten pound body with bleach blond hair. I think there is plenty to worry about. He's said he didn't find her that attractive, I knew that was a lie. The more I thought about it the madder I got. I tried to call his cell back but he wouldn't pick up. I just know he's up to something with her.
So I threw on a short silk robe and went into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of red wine. I kept trying to tell myself not to be jealous and that there was nothing to be upset about. But the more I thought about it, the more I drank, until the bottle was almost gone.
I went back up to my room and lyed down on the bed. I was buzzing so hard off the wine. I spread my legs open wide and began to rub my pussy. I was so fucking horny, I got out my vibrator and went crazy fucking myself.
Fuck my cheating husband, I don't need him, I'll take care of myself. My moaning was getting louder and louder as I worked it harder and harder in my pussy. I flipped over on all fours and with my face in the pillow and my ass high in the air. One hand was rubbing my tits through my and the other was working my vibrator between my legs. I was never into it like this before. I was moaning so loudly.
The doorbell rang. I threw on my short silk robe and went over to answer the door.
"Who's there?"
There was no response, so I cracked open the door slightly. To my surprise was a large black man standing there. He had to be at least six feet tall and about two fifty plus pounds. He looked strong with big muscles but also had a large belly on him. I would guess he was about forty years old or so.
"Hi, my name is Steve."
"Hi, I'm Jenny."
"I'm here to look at that recliner you have for sale on the internet. I talked to Kevin earlier today and he said to come by at six."
"That's my husband, he isn't home right now, if you don't mind, could you come back tomorrow."
"I would like to take a look at it now since I'm here. If it looks good, I can pay you and come pick it up tomorrow when your husbands home."
I didn't feel comfortable letting a stranger into my house, especially when I only had a robe covering myself with nothing on underneath. I figured this should only take a couple of minutes. We really did want to sell this ugly recliner to make room for the new furniture we ordered.
"Sure, follow me this way."
I lead Steve in to the living room and showed him the recliner. He inspected it closely for any rips or tears. I was standing close by as he looked the recliner over. He kept glancing down at my cleavage as he slowly took his time looking the recliner over. I was thinking that it probably wasn't a good idea letting this stranger into my house only wearing a little robe.
He then sat in the recliner and leaned it all the way back. I couldn't help but notice a huge bulge in tight fitting gym shorts he was wearing. Holy shit is that his dick, I thought, that thing can't be real.
"Ya'll sure you want to get rid of this recliner. This is so comfortable."
"Yeah we don't have any room for it anymore."
He didn't seem to be in any hurry as he made himself comfortable in the chair. I went over and sat on the couch across from him as I was waiting for him to finish testing out the chair so he could leave. He kept sitting in the chair looking over at me. He was starting to make me feel a little nervous. He was eying my legs that were barely covered by the short little robe. He started making small talk by asking questions about how I like the neighborhood and things like that. He seemed to have a charming personality. We ended up talking for about twenty minutes or so. The more we talked the more comfortable I was getting with him.
"So when is the husband coming home?"
Why would he ask me that? I thought.
"Who knows, it seems like he don't have any time for me anymore. He's always working late with his new female boss."
"If I was your man I would be with you every second I could. As hot as your little ass is, you are so fine. What is wrong with him?"
"Wow, thanks for the compliment. I thought maybe I wasn't doing enough to please him."
"If I were him, I'd be pleasing you right now."
"Oh, would you."
I felt a hot flash come over my body after he said that. I eyed his huge bulge in his shorts again. I kept imagining how it looked out of them shorts and how big it really was. I could feel my pussy starting to get hotter the more I thought about it. He knew I was eying it as he opened up his legs a little. It looked like it was starting to grow bigger. I shouldn't have drunk all that wine. I don't know why I was thinking these crazy thoughts in my head. It was just that I was so damn horny. He kept the conversation going trying his hardest to stay sitting there with me across from him. I just couldn't stop looking at his manhood. I could see the outline of a very big dick running down the leg of his tight silky gym shorts. I tried my hardest to stop starring at it, but it seemed to hypnotize me. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I just wanted to see what his dick looked like.
"You look like your a little stressed out. I think you might need a little back rub. That will make everything feel better," Steve said to me as he invited me over to sit in front of him on the recliner.
"Oh no, I can't. I'm married, but thanks for the offer."
Things were getting a little awkward. I thought it was about time for my unexpected visitor to leave.
"Well Steve do you like the like the recliner."
He sat up and pushed in the recliner, then sat on the edge and spread his legs wide and patted a little spot in front of him. "Come here girl, I won't bite. Let me show how good I can make you feel with these hands."
I looked at his crotch and the bulge looked like it was going to burst through his shorts. I couldn't believe how fucking turned on I was. My pussy was hot and I knew I was getting moist. I don't know why I was starting to get turned on by this fat disgusting black man. He was double my age, he had a big fat belly and he was black as coal. I never even thought about being with a black guy before. It just seemed so wrong. But I kept looking at his dick and wondering what it looked like out those shorts.
"Fine, I guess little back rub would feel kind of good right now. But don't you dare try anything, I'm a happily married woman."
I went over and sat on the edge in front of him on with my back to him. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I wouldn't of even let him in my house if wasn't for me being drunk from the wine. He began his massage on my shoulders. He really seemed to know what he was doing. It felt so good. His hands were so big. He rubbed all over my back and shoulders. I felt very naughty letting some strange man touching me like this. My nipples were rock solid from rubbing on the robe. I couldn't believe how wet my pussy was getting.
"You really do know how to give a good massage."
I could feel him scooting closer in to me. I could feel his breathing on my neck. I knew this was going a little too far, and I should make him stop. But his touch felt so good and it made me so relaxed. He was slowly pulling my robe up from underneath my ass as he was rubbing my lower back. I let a little moan as his hands were right above my ass. I even lifted up a little so he could pull my robe easier. My wet pussy was on the leather of the recliner. I was so turned on knowing that I was now showing the lower part of my bare ass to a complete stranger as his fingers brushed my butt cheeks. My nipples aching to be touched. His hands lightly caressed my ass. He slowly went underneath my robe. It felt so wrong letting this strange man touch my bare ass. But I just couldn't control my lust. A moan escaped my mouth as he really massaging my ass hard. His big hands explored up my back as he was pushing my robe upwards. His hands were slowly reaching around the sides of my breast. I wanted him to touch my rock solid nips so bad.
"Your body is amazing," Steve said.
Steve then leaned forward and kissed my neck.
"What the fuck are you doing, you can't do that. I think you should be going now, this is going a little too far."
