Fortunately, there wasn't too much damage and nobody was hurt. The fire that had started in our kitchen hadn't spread to the rest of the house and, by the time the fire department arrived both my wife and I were waiting on the front lawn still dressed in our night-clothes. We watched the fire fighters work quickly and heard the occasional snigger and giggle when they saw my wife, Janet, in her almost see-through night-dress. The reason for their mirth was that Janet is not a petite woman. She's not fat, but just tall and well built and the flimsy night-dress strained to hold her 38DD breasts in check. It was the first item of clothing that came to hand when we realised that there was a problem in the house
Until the smell of the smoke hit us, Janet and I had been indulging in our favourite pass-time: sex! As my head was buried between her broad thighs, it was my wife that first caught scent of the smoke. We were both a little reluctant to move at first, but as the smell became stronger it became obvious that Janet's orgasm would have to be postponed!
I felt Janet shiver as the fire chief walked past us and threw her a sly grin. The man was big and black, the muscles in his forearms bulging with rippling sinew. I guessed that it wasn't the night air that caused Janet's shiver.
"Damn! Now that's one hot looking man!" she whispered.
I laughed. My wife is a hot little number herself at the best of times, but dragged away from an oral sex session moments before climax, her pussy must have been burning hotter than our kitchen!
It needs to be mentioned at this point that Janet has never exactly been the faithful type. Over the years of our marriage - and of course before - she has seen more cock than I care to remember. She's a complete slut and I love watching her nearly as much as she enjoys doing it! In her mouth; up her ass; between her heavy tits, she's done it all - sometimes with more than one man at a time. But the one thing that she absolutely adores, craves really, is black cock. Having watched her on several occasions with a black guy, I can say that not all of them are hugely endowed, but most seem to have more than their share of solid meat swinging between their legs!
"I'll bet he's not exactly small either!" I teased as I put my arm around her shoulder.
"Oh, John, Don't! I'm still so fucking horny! Do you think we'll be able to go back in soon? I need to resume where we left off!"
I looked over towards the door. The small fire was obviously out now and what little smoke was left drifted in lazy curls and hung in the still night air.
"I don't think it will be too long now, honey" I said, "but I'm not sure we will be able to sleep here tonight."
"Who said anything about sleeping?" Janet replied with a grin.
I smiled to myself silently. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head.
I looked back up to the house; two burly, also black, fire-fighters were walking out with smiles indicating a job well done. The fire chief followed behind them and then crossed the lawn towards us.
"All done now, Mr McDowell." His voice drawled in the local dialect. "Follow me and I'll show you where it started."
Janet and I obediently followed the large man into our house. From the back he looked even bigger and I could see the expression of lust on Janet's face as she stared at his muscular looking butt.
Once inside the kitchen, the chief hopped up and sat on the charred table.
"You folks were lucky." he said. "Fire started down here in the garbage. Probably a cigarette or something, don't think there's any need to call in the investigation team."
The chief was doing his job, but his eyes seemed to be pre-occupied staring at Janet's chest.
"Thanks chief" I said, breaking a moment of awkward silence. "You guys did a real good job. Maybe we could repay you somehow?"
"Thanks Mr. McDowell, but we're just doing our job. We're not allowed to take any repayment."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of money." I replied, smiling. "As it looks like it was my wife's cigarette that caused you all this work, I think it should be her that thanks you properly - how about she gives you some head?"
The question hung in the air like a thick smog. For a moment there was only silence while the chief seemed to try to gather his thoughts. Suddenly his large, friendly face broke into a wide grin.
"Have to admit, seeing your old lady dressed like that has given me a real hard-on! I'd love to have her suck my dick - as long as I can play with those big tits of hers while she does it!"
I looked over at Janet for her reaction. Her head was down, her eyes staring at the floor suitably contrite. I lifted her head and kissed her lips. Her brown eyes smouldered with barely suppressed excitement.
"Okay, honey - you heard what the man said - get your tits out!" Still looking a little demure, Janet began unbuttoning the front of her night-dress. She worked slowly as both I and the chief watched her intently, allowing her fingers to lightly touch the flesh of her breasts as eventually the last button popped open.
"Jeez, man!" the chief whistled appreciatively as Janet shrugged the material from her shoulders, "that's one fine pair of tits! Come here baby, lets have a feel of em!"
I watched her heavy orbs sway back and forth as my wife padded her way towards the table where the chief was still sitting and drew close to him. Her eyes closed in an an expression of pure lust as his large hands cupped and weighed them, the black of his skin contrasting acutely with Janet's pale complexion. She moaned out loud as his fingers closed on her hardening nipples and squeezed them, gently at first and then a little more urgently.
"Don't forget you still have a job to do." I reminded her.
Janet's eyes opened immediately, her hand dropping to the crotch of the chief's pants. He moaned slightly as she squeezed the impressive bulge that was outlined there. Slowly, she manipulated the stiff zipper and eventually lowered it.
"Mmmm. No shorts!" she murmured as her hand found its way inside.
"Ahhhhh....no, too hot for underwear, baby!' the chief replied as he continued to caress my wife's pendulous breasts.
And then I saw it. Janet had eased his thick tool from the confines of the chief's pants and was gently stroking the length of his shaft while he groaned happily. It was in an impressive sight: at least nine inches of throbbing black meat. The wide purple head glistened with beads of pre-cum as Janet's finger gently massaged the clear fluid around his glans.