It started with a mis-delivered package and a new neighbor.
Sandy Philips found herself standing on the doorstep of the house two doors down from theirs. She rang the doorbell and waited a little nervously. Not having met yet, she didn't really know what to expect.
Taylor Pendleton stood around 6'3". Toned, athletic, and bright, he'd just taken a position as the assistant director of marketing for a local tech company and moved halfway across country to their town. He opened the door and greeted his neighbor. "Hi! I'm Taylor. Taylor Pendleton. But call me Tay. Everyone does."
Sandy was looking at the man before her. Tall, jacked, and black as night, his huge hand extended in greeting to shake hers. Automatically she did the socially appropriate thing and shook hands with him. His hand engulfed hers and she looked down towards the box she had under her other arm.
"Hello, Mr... uh Pendleton." She began. "I don't know what happened, but this package showed up at our house."
Tay looked at the woman. She was 5'7' with honey blonde hair, C cup titties, dressed in a tennis skirt and polo shirt. Top of the line tennis shoes with low cut socks. Pure Milf. She looked even hotter up close than she had at a distance when he'd seen her on a few of his daily bike rides.
"So...You're Walter's.... um... trophy wife." Tay said jokingly.
Now it was true that Walter was almost fourteen years her senior. That when she was twenty her parents, who had always done shift work in the factories, introduced them. Walter was an accountant, a CPA no less, and they'd been pretty insistent that he was a good catch. She'd really just gotten caught up in it and before 3 months had gone by they were married.
He was a really good provider. She'd wanted to be in love with him, she really did. But cupid never showed up. Sex was a series of all too brief frenetic couplings, and after she gave birth to Walt Jr. Even those had become few and far between.
Still, being called a trophy wife hurt a bit. But in the bare light of the facts, she could see how it might look that way.
"Hey. Thanks for dropping this off. C'mon in. I made some lemonade." Tay had encouraged.
Tay had taken to cycling to stay in shape after college. Discipline and miles. He'd moved to the neighborhood because the infrastructure was more bike friendly than most local communities. He understood that he wasn't the typical homeowner in the neighborhood. But the first time he'd laid eyes on Sandy... The first time he'd seen that perfect ass... well the wheels had started turning.
Sandy sat back in the chair and sipped her lemonade, Taylor sat on the couch opposite from her. She found herself admiring his physique. His well-groomed look belied his casual dress. Bike shorts and a T-shirt. That's when Sandy saw it. There. Under the leg of his tight bike shorts. Was a bulge that was bigger than anything she'd seen or imagined. Flaccid it had to be three times Walter's size hard, and proportionately thicker. It was shocking, really. She just wished she could stop looking at it.
"Hey, this lemonade is good." She said in a lively tone.
"Thanks. I make it myself. Organically grown lemons. More vitamin C." Taylor explained taking a sip from his glass. It was not lost on him that he was being checked out. Good.
They small talked. She officially welcomed him to the neighborhood. He thanked her for the welcome, and again thanked her for bringing over the package, explaining that he worked from home quite a bit since the pandemic, and frequently was getting things delivered.
Having finished the lemonade, they walked back to the door. Taylor watched her walk down his driveway, and she'd headed up the sidewalk back to her house. That tight white married ass. Yeah.
It had started in college. Taylor had gotten a sports scholarship on the track team. His parents were both Jamaican, and he'd grown up with a strong work ethic, in a house full of competitive siblings. A hard worker, he was determined to be the first in his family to graduate from grad school. But it was as an undergrad that he'd discovered his true calling.
The coach's wife was a runner. Slim, supple, and cute as a button. Taylor had noticed how she tended to "be around" at practices a lot, and he'd struck up a casual relationship with her. It was perfectly innocent...at first. But one night she'd shown up, a little tipsy, at his dorm room door, and all that changed. She was all over him that night like she was sex starved or something, and she took him bareback, draining his balls over and over again with a passion the likes of which he'd never even imagined. And when he'd looked down to see her hands parting her pale thighs for him, the bedroom light glinted off the wedding ring on her hand, proudly displayed. Well, something in Tay, had clicked into place at that moment.
Meredith liked it dirty and often. Taylor thought coach must have known, but if he did, he never let on about it. After that first night it was open-season and he was skewering her holes every chance they could manage. And he'd tried dating other girls, but there was something about the look of that wedding ring, and how she'd admitted after that first night that her husband couldn't even begin to give her the pleasure that Taylor did, it was having that metric in play that had him hooked on married pussy.
It was a week later, and it had happened again. She probably should have a word with the UPS driver, but it was no big deal taking the delivery down to Taylor's house. And she admitted that she was kinda hoping to get another peek at his bike shorts again. Taylor didn't disappoint, greeting her and inviting her in, they'd had a nice visit. Sandy felt a bit flushed being around the big handsome black man once more. Both times he'd been very politely attentive to her.
But there was something; a subtext in the way he'd looked at her that she just couldn't put a finger on. It made her feel... vulnerable... tingly.
It was after that, that the masturbation had begun. She'd always had little solo sessions here and there. Hell, it was the only way she'd actually ever experienced orgasm. But lately...she'd just needed it more. And while it had always before been about getting herself off, and then getting on with her day, she now found herself daydreaming and taking her time. Playing with her own tits and getting herself good and worked up, before moving down to her throbbing clit. And the daydreams had taken on a pretty consistent theme. Tay's huge black cock.
Sandy had just returned from dropping Walt Jr. off at daycare. When she noticed the package by the door again. She checked it and sure enough it was addressed to Taylor Pendleton. With an exasperated sigh, she tucked it under her arm and headed down the drive.
Tay, met her at the doorway as usual, and invited her in, taking the package and placing it on a side table. "Hey, sorry, no lemonade this time..." He'd said apologetically.
"That's okay. I don't mind." Sandy replied, distractedly.
"I did get something from my cousin though." Tay added. "Some of the best ganja North of the equator. Shall we partake?"
"I... um... never..." Sandy said in shock. She admitted that she'd never really even tried pot before.
"Well, I'm not going to force you. Just offering." Tay said.
What would Walter say, Sandy wondered as she took her first bong hit, just like Tay had showed her. A couple minutes later she was a little light-headed, but good with it. It was a nice feeling, but goofy. She looked over at Tay and kinda spaced out. A minute later she was still staring at him.
