Amber Sullivan sat at the kitchen table, sipped tea, and thought about her husband and her marriage. The day before had been her third wedding anniversary, but her husband had not mentioned it, had not acknowledged it. Amber sighed and a frown crossed her face. It's not as if he forgot it, she thought; it's as if he ignored it, as if it didn't mean anything to him.
Three years...and he...She sighed again. Of course, Lucas had a lot on his mind, and he was a minister, and he naturally...She wagged her head as she thought about her husband, and about the past few months.
Lucas had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his "flock," visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons. And sex--forget about it. She gave out a sardonic little chuckle.
From the first day of their marriage, Lucas had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed as if he looked upon sex as debasing, distasteful, a painful duty to perform. And gradually he had shown, he had made it clear, that he wasn't interested in sex.
When was the last time we did it? she asked herself. Two weeks ago? Again, she gave out a wry chuckle. And even then, it was...She wagged her head as she thought about it. Lucas had mounted her, had given her a dozen strokes, shot his load, and then had rolled off her. And that had been it....
Hammering sounds from the porch interrupted her thought. She walked to the kitchen screen door and looked out. Cliff Mason was hard at work, repairing a section of the parsonage porch.
Amber watched the carpenter for a moment, and she felt a tingle run over her and a warmth that was centered in her breasts and between her thighs. He wore a tank-top and cutoff jeans. He was black and big and muscular, and his neck, arms and legs glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. Her gaze was drawn to his thick pink lips, and she felt a fizzy tingling run up and down her body; her heart beat faster and her throat and lips were suddenly dry.
She opened the screen door and said, "About time for a break, isn't it? Would you like some iced tea?"
Cliff Mason looked up, smiled, and said, "You read my mind."
He entered the kitchen, wiping his brow. "I should have the porch done today, late this afternoon anyway."
"About how much do you think the total will be?" Amber asked as she poured him a glass of tea.
"Not that much," Cliff said. "It's mainly been a job of building on supports to the porch and the steps. I will have put in a total of about eight hours labor, and with the cost of materials, it should come to about two hundred dollars."
They sat at the kitchen table and sipped tea.
"Do you know who or what or how to bill it?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll give Mr. Sullivan the final bill today, and the church itself will pay me."
"Hmm, well, the thing is, Mr. Sullivan, he...he probably won't be back till this evening. He's gone, left this morning. He's usually gone all day."
"Usually gone all day?" Cliff asked.
"Yeah. Most days he's gone--all day...and sometimes part of the evening."
"No problem, with the bill. I can leave it with you."
"Would you like another glass of tea?" she asked.
Cliff nodded. "Best tea I've had in quite a while. Hits the spot."
He watched her as she got up and went to the fridge, and he felt a stirring in his groin.
Amber was in her early twenties, fair-skinned, long brownish-blonde hair, blue eyes, and quite pretty and shapely. He felt his prick stiffening.
She was a looker, all right...and married to a preacher. What a waste....
He took a swig of iced tea and observed her more closely. She had a melancholy look on her face, and every once and a while he heard a distinct sigh come from her lips.
His cock grew stiff, rising and poking at his pants....
He drained his glass and stood. "Well, I'd better get back to work. Thanks for the tea. It did the trick."
Amber looked at him and her gaze was drawn down to his crotch. His prick throbbed and poked at his jeans. His hard-on could clearly be seen. Amber gulped and a thumping feeling came from her tummy and ran up to her throat. She swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue across her inner lips. She suddenly realized she was so horny she couldn't stand it. Even her heart was thumping.
"Any time you want to--uh--you know, take a break and get a drink, the tea's in the fridge--just help yourself." Her voice came out rasping and husky.
He smiled and nodded. "Thanks." He went back outside.
Amber went to the living room and lay down on the sofa. Her whole body was tingling, heart thudding, and her breasts and the little secret place between her thighs was so warm, almost hot.
She thought about her husband, her marriage, their sex life...and Cliff. He was so big and muscular--and black; and his...his "thing" between his legs was so--big and stiff.
Almost without thinking, she slowly moved her hands down her body and began softly caressing herself, stroking her tummy, her thighs. She brushed a hand up under her blouse and lightly touched a breast. A warm glowing feeling ran forth pervading her whole body. She began breathing unevenly, almost raggedly. She gulped and ran her hand over her breast, caressing the mound. She gasped at the feeling. She ran her hands all over her breasts, rubbing them. Oh, it felt so good....
She brushed a hand down, down to her thigh and to between her legs. She ran a palm over her pussy and gasped at the sensation. She stroked harder and a groan escaped her lips. She spread her thighs and began briskly stroking her cunt with one hand and with the other rubbing her breasts.
