"It's what I takes fur the head ache, Mrs. Green," Delbert said looking down her blouse as she bends over to pick up the napkin the wind blew off the table. There is enough cleavage there he could hide a pack of Kool's in there. "If'n you want, I got some in the truck I'll git fur you.
Delbert has only been gardening for the lady and her husband about a week and each time he is here, he gets an almost uncontrollable desire for the forty year old blonde with the heavy hangers. Darla didn't sleep well last night and woke up with a slight hangover just before Delbert arrived in his old truck. For an older black man, he is very strong and healthy looking and reminds her of the old actor Woody something.
"Please, yes. I'd like that," she said and turning away, her ponderous breasts sway heavily inside her silky robe. It is layered and he can't see through it, but those two swinging globes are quite the opposite and excite him very much. Delbert squeezes his partially erect cock and balls as he exits the kitchen. "Damn baby, you askin' fur it or what?" he mumbles and fights his cock's expansion by thinking about anything and everything, but to no avail.
Darla Green is maybe forty with a full body and surprisingly small waist and under that robe is a treasure only her husband has ever only occasionally sampled. She's a conservative preacher's daughter and Scott is the only man to ever... well you know. In truth Scott is a closet homosexual and yesterday Darla found a stash of gay magazines and movies and then to her shock, she watched a DVD of Scott and her preacher "doing things". She doesn't normally drink, but seeing he is in Chicago for a week on business, she sat down and got drunk, alternating between pity and anger.
Delbert is sympathetic and hands her a yellow pill while she pours herself a glass of filtered water. "I'll just be getting started Mrs. Green," Delbert says as he stands and places his hands in front of him so she can't see his excited state. Darla swallows the potent pill Delbert knows will perform its magic soon enough.
"Thank you Delbert. I'm feeling rough this morning. I hope you don't mind if I lay back down?"
"No Ma'am, Mrs. Green. Ol' Delbert knows zackly what's to do." Delbert knows exactly what he's going to do because he knows exactly what the pill does. He buys them from a Jamaican Wiccan priestess and they are about twenty dollars a piece and worth every penny.
He stands and heads out the door, taking one final look at the woman he will only possess for a couple of hours and the beauty of the pill is, she will enjoy it beyond guilt or reason. As he has witnessed many times with other white wives, when the pill hits them in full, they become the aggressor. It works every time and the more inhibited they are, the wilder they get.
Delbert has about twenty minutes of work he must complete and that is cleaning the pool. It's already getting hot outside and the pool patio area is magnificently landscaped creating a grotto/lagoon effect which provides complete privacy.
Delbert is fifty-four and the father of fourteen girls and four boys and he never paid for a single one. His women never asked. He has twenty-six grand chiren too, but he never sees them. He likes to plant the seed, but is terrible in he never watches them grow. Funny, as he is a gardener and treats his plants with loving care -- just like his Ho's and Darla is his next Ho.
Striping off his shirt, he reveals his shiny ebony skin is rippling with muscles. He was blessed this way. Over the last thirty years he's felt many a womans hands run over him as they bucked wildly under him, often saying things they never imagined they would utter. The beauty of the drug is as potent as it is, it causes memory blurring over the next week where the woman believes she fantasized it. On more than one occasion, Delbert has serviced a wife more than once and each time she doesn't remember and it happens again down the road on another service call.
Darla feels like she is on fire. She fans herself furiously and believes she's having her first hot flash. The pill really helped at first and she felt a rush of excitement in her neck as the heat intensified. "Whew!" she says as she drops the robe on the bedroom floor. On a sudden thought, she decides to dip in the pool and immediately acts upon it. It is then she realizes Delbert is in the back yard and all she has is the tiny green micro bikini she wears for Scott. Scott! "The lying cheating...uh, fucking queer!"
Oh my God, she just said the F word and out loud! She never ever talks like that, but finds cursing Scott is exciting and she repeats the word over and over getting louder each time. Suddenly she stops, as Delbert might hear her and feels a rare drop of girly dew run down the inside of her thigh. "What?" she exclaims and realizes her anger and words have her strangely sexually elevated. Scott has never been much of an enthusiastic lover and he's never brought her off, either orally or otherwise. She thought this was normal.
"He's never brought me off," she mutters adjusting her top. "Not once and he sloppily dumped nasty sperm on her stomach fearing her having a child, "Which I am not ready for!". Her boobs are the best money can buy and Scott lobbied for them and then lost interest. Now she knows why. "Fuck you Scott!" she utters and then repeats it again and again and feels her loins begin to heat up more. "Whew she says and fans herself. What has got into her talking like this and she peeks through the window, fearing Delbert may hear her.
She sees the shiny black chest of the muscular maintenance man in only a pair of shorts and flip-flops and she gasps loudly when he turns as he uses the pole net. His shorts are bright orange with white flowers and stop about halfway to his knees. He is as striking as a magnificent National Geographic African warrior, but that is not what arrests her breath. Hanging a good inch below the bottom left leg of his shorts is a fat plum-size purple... "Oh my God!" she says and steps away from the window.
