It was just after 8am when I heard that fateful knock at my front door. I was off work today from teaching and my wonderful husband Jesse had taken the kids out to run some errands for a few hours. I always missed them when they were gone for any amount of time. On the other hand, it WAS kinda nice to just have the house to myself. Unfortunately, I had completely forgotten about the repair guy coming today. I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night.
"Fuck it" I said to myself as I grabbed one of my husband's robes cover myself. I was still wearing my PJs from last night. My very large and very braless tits were barely contained in a old tank top and my white PJ pants clearly revealed the outline of my panties through them.
Hurriedly, I put my dark brown hair up into a messy bun and made it to the door just as the doorbell rang. Toys were covering half the floor as usual but well...fuck it. I approached the door wrapping myself in the my grey robe and moving random toys with my feet. I happened to be looking down as the door swung open but that's when I first heard his voice. He had a warm pleasant way of speaking that immediately improved my mood. His tone was deep and warm, I loved it almost immediately. That's when I looked up and saw the most physically impressive man I have ever seen.
As I looked up to see man at my door, I saw the most magnificent black example of a man that I had ever seen. 'Davontae' is what his name tag said, his height put it nearly head level with me. He had to have been almost half a foot taller than my sweet husband. He was a very broad and imposing figure. He towered over me. I'll admit I had crush on him right away. He had a shiny bald head, no facial hair and his face was chiseled and beautiful. Not only was he tall, handsome and beautiful, but his body was absolutely rippling with muscle. I could clearly see the veins in his biceps as they were being choked by the stretched short sleeves of his blue uniform shirt. Davontae shifted from looking down at his clipboard to looking at me. I wanted to melt as his big light brown eyes met mine. I felt myself getting turned on as we locked eyes. He greeted me and told me his name was Davontae. I invited him in.
"Hey, I'm Amber. Thank you guys so much for coming out" I said with a little smile.
We made some awkward small-talk before he asked about our kitchen's electrical issues. I explained the issue as best I could. I just smiled and try not to get too swept up in those eyes of his. Who cares what the problem was?? Look at this man! His eyes occasionally went up and down my curvy thick body. Was this beautiful black god actually checking me out? I couldn't believe how attracted I was becoming to this gorgeous stranger. I thought my husband was the only one who could make me feel like this...but I was so SO wrong. This black titan was turning me on. I didn't know I could have these feelings like these for anyone but my sweet handsome husband. I was so confused.
Davontae stood very close to me as we spoke. I could practically feel the heat from his large muscular body and pouring over mine...maybe I was just imagining it. One thing was for sure though, I felt strangely safe and secure in his large intimidating presence. His eyes kept scanning my body. I could almost feel his powerful gaze on me and I loved it.
I truly began to like him more and more as we spoke about our lives. We continued making small talk for a few more minutes before. After a brief lull in the conversation, he asked about the electrical issues again and with that we stepped into the kitchen. That seemed to snap me back into reality and why he was even here in the first place. I'd never felt this way about anyone but my husband before. I was having mixed emotions but I was still very turned on.
"Amber...you're happily married. Just fucking relax" I thought.
Eventually, I showed the divine black-masterpiece called Davontae where the breaker box was. It was in our bedroom. Having him follow me there felt kinda naughty but in a harmless fun kind of way. He was probably in people's bedrooms all day for work and this felt perfectly normal for him. I was just being stupid...but it was kind of sexy having this guy all to myself right?
"You seriously need to get laid or something" I thought.
My dear sweet husband Jesse could never know how enchanted I was by this handsome black giant of a man. Normally, I didn't care for muscles on guys but on him it was too fucking delicious. I couldn't believe how attracted I was becoming to this tall bulging stranger. I had never dated a black guy before or really even had the opportunity to. I guess I never even thought about it. It certainly seemed like an interesting idea right now. Especially, if they looked like this absolute black dream of a man. I watched as he squatted down on his powerful haunches to dig around in his toolbox.
"Ok perfect, I'll just get started" He said with his friendly but also quite sexy deep voice. His smile was radiant as he spoke.
"Amber, get a grip, your family will be home soon" I thought. I had almost forgot that they would be back sometime in the next couple hours.
I left the bedroom with an inaudible sigh as I left the bedroom.
I desperately wanted his attention still for some reason I couldn't explain but he probably wouldn't be interested in some mother in her 40's? I do have some pretty big tits though and a big round mom-ass. My husband seems to like my big round ass a lot. Actually, my husband seem to be obsessed with it. On our special nights together, he likes it VERY much indeed. My dear sweet handsome husband gets obsessed with burying his eager wet tongue into my delightfully sensitive asshole. I feel like I have to pull his tongue out of me sometimes just to get him to fuck me. I love my husband's attention. He loves my thick full-figured body. I love how easily I can tease him with my big round heavy tits and my big round butt.
Even if I was a little bit self-conscious about being plus-sized, I do know at least my husband craves me. I thought that was all I ever needed. I guess all things considered, having big tits and a big round ass isn't all that bad. Besides, I'll admit I DID know other men liked me too. I would catch them sometimes eyeballing my big tits, as I went about my day. At times it secretly pleased me. Catching them checking me out sometimes irritated me and sometimes it made me hot. I bet they wished they could shoot their cum all over my big tits after I sucked their cocks. I imagined how hard they would get about me secretly. How many men had cum thinking about me I wonder? How many men imagined fucking my mouth or tits even as they were speaking to me? I could never ever EVER tell my husband about these thoughts. I wouldn't want him thinking I was a slut and I also wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.
I stood there in the kitchen just trying to forget about the 30-something black adonis in my bedroom. I wonder how big his cock is...?
"Amber you're married..." I thought to myself.
I couldn't help imagining Davontae's immaculate chocolate body lying naked in our marital bed, beckoning for me. I imagined crawling up to his big throbbing black cock and slowly gripping it. I always told my husband that big dicks weren't that great. I think it made him feel better about only having 5 inches but it did the job. My dear sweet Jesse never failed to make me cum. He lived to please me. He knew how to fuck me at just right and I usually came at least twice. I loved our special nights together. I loved how hot it got him to please me, sucking my big fucking tits for me or tongue-fucking my tight asshole until I begged for his cock.
The more I thought about my husband, the hotter I was getting. I imagining Jesse here in the kitchen, bending me over the sink and fucking me hard until I came. Then suddenly, in my mind it switched to the godly Davontae. I was back to thinking about the black human masterpiece in the next room. He was in there...all alone...we were the only two people in the house. It would be so easy to just go back in there and...talk.
Why was I having these weird feelings?? A wave of lust swept over me as I stood leaning against the kitchen counter. I tried to deny it but thinking about Davontae, instead of my wonderful husband, coming up from behind me and pressing his big hard black cock against my big soft ass made me hot as fuck. I couldn't believe myself. These thoughts were overwhelming. In the silence of the morning kitchen and with Davontae was busy in the bedroom, I slid a hand over my pussy. It felt so good to put just a small amount of pressure on it, as I throbbed harder and harder. I was getting so fucking wet knowing that enormous beautiful black electrician, was in the next room. I teased my pussy as I bit softly into my bottom lip. Being naughty like this was so fucking hot right now. My feelings of arousal began to grow stronger and stronger by the second.
