In the aftermath of Joyce and Kate’s shopping/spa/sex overnight in the city things reverted to nearly business as usual for Joyce and John.  He managed the business and she managed the office and kept the books.  Joyce assumed that Kate was back to being a housewife and mother of two young children.  They had heard nothing from their friends since the women came home.

Joyce’s period came right on schedule giving John time to recover from the three bouts of sex he enjoyed as he heard the details of the girl’s adventure. After her period Joyce often felt extra randy.

Later in the week, she got a text suggesting she meet Kate for coffee across town.  Joyce arrived first and chose a table away from the crowd.  When Kate sat down she announced, “The pubic sculpting is a big hit; Bill can’t leave my pussy alone; he licks it, plays with it, and even wants to photograph it and he hasn’t fucked me so avidly in years. I love it.”

Joyce chuckled, but then asked, “It looks as though you have forgotten about Frank then. Did you tell Bill about our little party in the city?”

“No. There never seems to be the right time what with the kids and other distractions, and now I’m not sure that I will say anything. As for Frank, time will tell.” Joyce was just glad that Kate didn’t blame her for corrupting her.  Their friendship seemed intact.  They decided to go to the club and have some tennis practice.

Joyce’s phone rang while they were on the court. It was the local appliance store informing her that her new dishwasher had arrived and they wanted to deliver it that afternoon. It had been delayed by the pandemic. In the excitement of the recent events, she had forgotten that it was coming.  She agreed to be home by 3:00 pm.

She was parking in her garage when the delivery truck pulled into the driveway.  A very handsome middle-aged black man got out and introduced himself.  She was immediately intrigued.  They reviewed the best method for bringing the machine into the house, then she left him to unload it.

Since that first time she and Frank made love, Joyce’s mind would undress any attractive man, especially a black man, that she saw on the street. She would imagine his lovely soft cock curled in his briefs waiting for her to wake it up, making it erect and lickable.  She could become aroused very easily, feeling that warm urge in her lower abdomen.

She sat at her desk and watched him open the carton.  He had a good physique and muscular arms.  She slipped out of her panties and touched herself. She tried to estimate his age, perhaps early forties, younger than John, older than Frank. She bet that he flew commando; she could see the outline of his cock when he stood up.

When she saw him wheeling the machine toward the garage she went to hold the door for him. She went barefoot, knowing that men find her feet sexy. They chatted while he worked so she learned that he was retired military, not married, and contracted part-time installing. His name was Tom; his hobbies were hiking and rock climbing. She wondered what he thought of her being so inquisitive; if he felt some sexual tension in the air.

She decided to test the water right away; not many men would say no to her. When he laid on his back to disconnect the old washer, she went to the sink to fill the coffee pot. Standing over him she asked, “Can I tempt you… with a cup of coffee?” She stood still with her feet slightly apart, giving him a perfect view up her tennis skirt.

“You are very tempting,” he replied. When she put the pot on the stove she saw the bulge in his pants had grown. By the time the coffee was done he had the old machine out.  They took their cups out to the patio. He stood close enough to her that their shoulders touched.  She let her hand brush his hip quite near his burgeoning erection. His hand tentatively touched the small of her back.

The sexual tension kept building, making her nipples harden and putting warmth in her belly. “Please turn and kiss me,” her brain kept saying.  As if reading her mind Tom put down his cup, took her in his arms and they kissed; his tongue probing her mouth. Her cup fell to the grass.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered.

“Mmm, hmmm,” she said quietly.

“But first I’m going to explore every inch of your luscious body.  I have what they call a slow hand.” He grasped her tee and pulled it up.  She raised her arms for him to pull it over her head.

When she tilted her head back and shook her hair out, her pert B cup breasts with their dark areolas and erect nipples jiggled tantalizingly.  She had faint triangular tan lines. Tom gazed at her lustily as he unbuttoned his work shirt and shrugged it off. “You are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely.

When he bent to kiss her again, she wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed the back of his head with her hand. Without breaking the kiss he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her off her feet.  She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips. When her nipples contacted his chest she shuddered and moaned.

She buried her face in his neck and whispered, “That sent a shock right to my pussy. I may have soiled the front of your pants.”  He effortlessly carried her to the double chaise near the pool, laid her down, and sat beside her.  She lifted her pelvis so that he could remove her skirt. He couldn’t take his eyes off her body.

Joyce closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun and the feel of his hands roaming over her. Then his mouth was on her nipples, licking and sucking them while his hands caressed her thighs.  His gentle touch raised goose flesh on her whole body it seemed.

“I can’t wait to touch your hard cock; may I?” she asked.

“Are we in a rush? Is your husband due home soon?”

“Not to worry, my husband is a gentleman and he loves for me to be pleasured more than he can provide. He likes to share me but he won’t approach us unless he is invited.  He will watch though.”

“I’m not much of a sharer.”

“Hopefully after today you will think I’m worth it.”

Tom thought about that for a moment and then said, “Well ok then.” He unzipped and slid his pants down; he was commando.

“Oh yes, bring that here please,” said Joyce.  She took his hard cock in her hand and bent to touch her tongue to the tip. It jumped at her touch and Tom moaned. “I’m so glad that you aren’t circumcised,“ she sighed, “I love sliding your foreskin off your smooth soft head.”

“My mama wouldn’t let anyone mutilate her baby boy,” He laid back and wrapped his arms around her legs.  When she opened them her sex aroma wafted to his nose.  He plunged his face into her pussy just as she slipped her lips over the head of his cock. There was a mutual gasp of pleasure.

Tom gazed at the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen, wet, glistening lips and an erect clitoris. His cock was responding to her ministrations and he was in heaven. He touched her clit with his tongue and was rewarded with another shudder.

After a few minutes of this, their position became uncomfortable for Joyce.  She let go of him and said, “Please get between my legs and slide your hands under my ass and just hold it while you slide your tongue between my pussy lips and gently over my clit.  I will cum like that and then please replace your tongue with your cock and fuck me. I’ll lick my pussy cream off your lips.”

That is about when John walked into the kitchen and looked out the window.  He immediately sized up the situation: the old washer in the middle of the kitchen, a new one in the garage, and his wife having her pussy devoured by a strange black man. Life was good.  He pulled a beer from the fridge, popped the top, and walked out into the backyard.

Joyce’s eyes opened and she raised a hand briefly in greeting; then she squeezed them shut again, grasped the man’s head, and came loudly on his tongue.  Tom held still until she calmed, then he moved up and kissed her. She took his cock in her hand and guided him to her pussy.

This was a moment when John always felt a burst of jealousy mixed with his aroused state. Somehow, her kissing another man felt more intimate than the other sexual contact.  It soon passed and he stood watching as they found their rhythm, Tom’s cock slowly moving into her and out again until he was fully buried.  Then he stopped and held her while she came again. Her legs were shaking almost violently.

Tom held her, not moving, whispering endearments in her ear then kissing her more as she calmed down.  Finally, she placed her feet on either side of his thighs, took hold of his ass and said, “Don’t stop fucking me. I want to keep cumming again and again until you fill me with your hot spunk.”

At the end of each inward stroke Joyce would gasp “yes”, raise her pelvis to meet his thrust, “yes Tom… yes… yes… then another spasm while Tom held her. He ended each of his strokes with a quiet, “Ohh.”

John watched, mesmerized, so entranced that he didn’t even take out his cock.  His pants were soaked with precum. Finally, Joyce said, “Please cum soon; I can’t take anymore, my head feels like it will explode.”

“I don’t want to stop. Your pussy is so perfect and tight I could fuck you all night.” was Tom’s reply.  “Where do you want me to cum?”

“I want it deep in my pussy, lover, where it belongs.”  The “lover” stung John a bit.  She wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck and raised her legs in the air, repeating, “cum in me now,  cum  in me,” in rhythm with his strokes until, with a yell, he exploded in her pussy again and again for what seemed like many minutes. She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles.

They fell into a sweaty pile of sated flesh.  John went to her and kissed her, then held out his hand to Tom, “I’m John, Joyce’s husband.  You must be the appliance installer. You didn’t finish the job.”  He enjoyed his little joke but Tom didn’t seem amused.  After a few moments of silence, he kissed Joyce, got up, and went into the kitchen.

John sat beside Joyce.  They hugged. “Was it good?” he asked.

“Yes, very good.  Did you enjoy what you saw?”

“I was a little jealous but it excited the hell out of me. I even forgot to jerk off it was so intense.

She unzipped his fly and took out his very gooey cock. She bent down and placed her lips around the head while she reached in to cup his balls. “You are so beautiful when you are being fucked,” he croaked. “God, I’m ready to explode.” And cum he did.  Joyce swallowed it all then tucked him into his pants again.

“Thank you, darling,” Joyce said and went to their bath to shower.

John went to the kitchen to watch Tom complete the installation.  When he finished John tried to give him a $20 tip.  Tom angrily refused and told John, “You are a damned fool to let other men fuck your young wife.  Some guy will fall in love with her instantly and take her away from you.  If I weren’t such a straight arrow it would be me!”  He picked up his tools and left without saying goodbye.