Erica sat at her desk at work exhausted from the long hours she has been working. She had been working on a huge health insurance deal that would send her career in the right direction. She fell back into her desk chair and brought both hands to her face rubbing her eyes sucking in air and letting out an exaggerated exhale. She thought to herself how little time she had for her husband and even more, her kids. "I can't wait to get this deal done" she said out loud to herself.
She took a short break from her work to check her online messenger and saw that her husband Ricky was online. She decided to send him a message and wrote "What's up Honey? Sorry I've been working so much lately but I'm getting very close to closing this deal. I'll make it all up to you." And she topped it off with a smiley face.
Ricky, not being very enthused by her message replied "Just put the kids to bed, I'm really tired so I'll probably be sleeping when you get home," completely ignoring her attempt at being playful.
Ricky was irritated and began thinking about all the things that made him this way. He was recently laid off from his real estate job and was having trouble finding work. They had to sell their beautiful house and move into a duplex in a declining area of town. It's been so long since they had sex, he couldn't remember, all he knows is it's been months. A decline in sexual activity is normal after nine years of marriage but this he thought, this was ridiculous.
Ricky went outside to get some fresh air and finds his neighbor from the other side of duplex, Demetrius, sitting in the open area between their steps. He tries to make conversation "How are you?" but Demetrius as usual didn't have much to say to him so Ricky just sat silently and enjoyed the great summer night.
A car pulls into the driveway and Ricky watches as his neighbor walks to the car and leans into the window. In the darkness of the night, it is hard to see his ebony body but it is highlighted by his silky white gym shorts sagging in the back showing his boxers and white tank top. Ricky is a little intimidated by his large muscular black frame and his arrogant silence and looks away as he sees his long braids fall to one side as he looks in his direction. He decided it's time to call it a night and wonders into his apartment.
Ricky lies on the couch and drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by Erica shortly after. He looked up at his wife now changed from work relaxing in a pair of mesh shorts and a tee shirt. It was obvious from the great scent pervading from her that she has already showered.
He feels a little disappointment at her choice of outfit. There is nothing he would love more than to have been awakened to find his beautiful wife wearing something sexy. He has been trying to open her up to more erotic things for nine married years and hasn't broken her conservative barrier yet.
Erica looks down at him with her soft brown eyes and pale freckled face while sticking out her bottom lip making her best sad face. "Come hang out with me for a little bit," she says in a spoiled whine. "It's beautiful out let's go sit on the steps."
"Isn't Demetrius still out there?" he asked.
"Probably, he is always sitting out there but who cares, we live here too," she says pulling him from the couch by his hand.
Ricky never could tell her 'no' when she used the pouty face and tone and found himself walking behind his wife to the door. As always he found his eyes falling to her plump ass and tone legs. In her bare feet she only stands 5'2 but had been blessed with a perfect frame according to Mike's taste.
Walking onto the small porch and turning to the right to sit on the steps they are greeted by the large black thug they knew as Demetrius. Erica sat three steps down and pulled her husband to sit one step above her placing a leg on either side of her. It was getting late and the traffic next door seemed to have slowed for the night.
Erica being neighborly says "Hi!"
"What's up girl," he says in a drawn out low bass voice.
"Nuttin, just came out to enjoy the weather," she says in her sweet raspy voice. "How 'bout you?" she asks.
"Chillin" was his only reply.
Ricky still sitting quietly behind his wife wonders what his wife is doing trying to continue this conversation. He looks down at Demetrius sitting in his chair at the bottom of the steps between their two sets of steps. He is coal black and solid muscle, and was talking to his wife completely ignoring the fact he was sitting there.
Ricky's mind began to wonder back to a couple of weeks ago when he and Erica laid in their bed listening to the moans coming from his apartment thru the thin walls and open windows. They were in their mid-thirties and Demetrius was probably only about twenty-three but still, it seemed to go on forever.
He was snapped out of his day dream when she lifted the back of her shirt up "Tickle my back, pleeeeaaase?" she asked.
He slid back to make sure she couldn't feel his erection that developed during his day dream and began running his fingertips softly up and down her back. As he tickled her back his mind drifted off again to that night. He thought about the sounds but then began remembering Erica's voice whisper "He has been fucking her forever. Everyone in the neighborhood can probably hear her. It sounds like its true what they say about black guys."
All of these statements kept playing in his head along with the sounds and he found himself very aroused. When he began paying attention to his actual surroundings he felt his hands gently caressing her back sliding up to her neck making her shiver and she let out a light moan. He pulled her hair to one side making her tilt her head so he could gently kiss her ear pulling her ear lobe into his mouth and lightly sucking it into his lips.
A series of small moans escaped her lips as she felt eight finger tips run down her arms across her hands and onto her thighs. "Mmmmm that feels so good" she said lightly as she felt goose bumps forming on her entire body.
He slid his finger tips to her knees then back up letting them fall to the inside of her thick toned thighs many times. She spread her legs slightly hoping his fingers would find the moist area between them. As his fingers slid just past her pussy barely touching it she raised her hips up trying to offer it to him as his fingers roamed away. He was surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties under her shorts and slid his hand back up her thigh and under the leg of her shorts and let his fingers spread her pussy and slide the length of her slit.
"Oohhh god that feels good, don't stop!" she breathed as she grabbed his hand into both of her hands and held it there.
