"I want to fuck other men."
Stunned, Jon sat silently and listened to his wife's pronouncement. Sue managed to have her way most of the time and he knew it would not be different with this.
"Well, may I ask why?" Jon knew as soon as he said it that he would regret what he heard next.
"To be quite frank, my dear, I need more fucking than you can give me." Sue was never one to pull punches when it came to criticism. She didn't consider it criticism though, merely telling it like it is. If it hurt Jon, well he had to learn to be more of a man. Just like in fucking, a real man lasts as long as a woman. And Jon did not measure up.
"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" Jon knew that Sue would do what she wanted, no matter the cost. If he couldn't handle it, then that was further proof he was not a real man.
"Not really. If you would like to help me find a man, that would be nice. I do love you and want to always be your wife. You do know that? This does not change the way I feel about you. We will be stronger once I do this." As usual, Sue's words were matter of fact. Her reassurance was hardly settling to Jon.
"I am not happy with this at all, Sue." Jon knew he had to try something or else the result would be the same as always. "Why are you not consulting with me first?"
"Jon, you know that I need this. We both know you can't deliver. That is not your fault, it is simply a fact that we both must recognize and accept. Just as my need for more and longer fucking is a fact. You do want me to be happy, don't you?"
Jon walked out of the room. He had lost. What he didn't realize is that Sue had already started on her crusade long before she told Jon. She really liked the men in their town. Sue had started more projects than Jon could handle and she found that there was no shortage of male volunteers to assist her. One neighbor in particular was always eager to help. Ken was a handsome, well-built black man, dark and strong, he exuded confidence around Sue. Sue was petite, with blonde hair, blue eyes, large prominent breasts, and a fine ass that a black female co-worker once remarked was something that men would just love because of its size. Sue had been offended but then realized it was very attractive to black men and that she had been paid a compliment.
Sue did like black men's bodies more than white men and she was thrilled that Ken never failed to be there when Sue needed help. Sometimes it was very warm in her house and Ken removed his shirt to Sue's delight. She managed to somehow get closer to Ken then usual when he showed off his broad shoulders and muscular chest. Sue looked forward to Ken coming over to help while Jon was at work. Hours passed and Ken would remove his shirt, Sue began commenting on what a lucky woman Ken's wife was. Ken admitted that he did hold his end up when it came time for his marital duties but sometimes he just didn't get enough. Sue started dressing more provocatively when she worked around the house, sometimes only wearing short shorts and a sports bra, especially if she knew Ken was off and would come over and help out. Ken always liked to check out Sue's ass and her titties as she bent over at the waist to pick up something from the floor. She seemed to drop things an awful lot when Ken was around.
Ken and Sue were back in the bedroom and were working hard at fixing a door frame. Sue always assisted Ken, giving him anything he asked for promptly. Ken was up on a ladder working on the top of the door frame when Sue glanced up while holding the ladder and noticed that Ken was not wearing any underwear under his shorts. She stared fascinated at the sight of his long dark cock, dangling downwards and his ball sac so close to her. Sue had a black lover when she was much younger and she always remembered how beautiful black cocks were compared to white men. Oh how she missed those days. Actually she missed black cock and the sex, not her former lover who was not a nice person. But Ken was more than nice, he was caring and helpful as well.
Ken asked Sue for a hammer and handed her a plane first. As she reached up, she purposefully brushed the front of Ken's shorts with her forearm almost becoming dizzy at the thought of what was inside. She apologized and noticed that it seemed to be getting longer. She took the plane and retrieved the hammer and handed it to Ken. Brushing more this time, with the back of her hand. Ken joked that if she kept that up, he would be keeping it up as well. Sue then decided she had to make a move, she needed what Ken had.
"Oh really, Ken?" Sue rubbed her palm over the front of his shorts, slowly caressing his manhood through them, feeling him grow to her touch. "What's the matter, am I too much for you?" Her other hand caressed his ass. She loved black men's bodies and Ken's ass was what she wanted. A piece of it, to be exact. Her hand moved from the front of Ken's shorts to inside them from the bottom, touching the object of her desire. Feeling the length of it as it hardened in her hand, stroking him with her fist.
