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The Fence

By: Shaunandave



Well, this is how it all happened. I am a 34 year old military wife with two young children. I live in the countryside away from big city fuss. At the time of this story, my husband had been deployed oversees for six months and would not return for six months to follow. It was mid May and starting to warm up. Since he had been gone I had taken up various activities and habits to cope with his being gone, trying to make the time go by faster. 

Some info about me: I am 5'3, at the time about 145 lbs with 36D breasts. I have long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. 

My most recent project had been improving the value and aesthetics of our 5 acre property. I particularly wanted a privacy fence between my place and the neighbors. To that end I decided to look into fencing options. I got a basic quote over the phone and a few days later, a guy came out to measure for the material and make a more precise quote. I was out shopping when he came by, so he left the workup on my front porch. The quote was reasonable so I called and arranged for the work to begin.

The evening before the fencing was to kick off, I was spending time in the front yard with my two young children. My 3 year old daughter was playing with the garden hose and, although I warned her several times, she inevitably pointed it in my direction. A full 2-3 second cold stream hit me from neck to knees. My T-shirt and shorts were soaked. Before I could even wrangle the hose from her, I heard a vehicle coming down our driveway. I looked up to see an unfamiliar long-bed pick-up with utility racks. On the driver's door I recognized the name of the fencing company that would be building my fence the next morning. Why were they coming by tonight, I wondered.

The truck came to a stop about the time I got the hose shut off. As the door opened, a tall black man emerged wearing the obligatory ball cap, T-shirt and utility belt. 

"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting. I'm James, the guy who'll be building your fence tomorrow. There were some items on the quote that didn't make sense and I just need to clear them up before I bring out the wrong stuff."

"Oh, hi... I'm Shauna. Yeah, we were just having a water fight here; you missed out," I giggled, a little surprised and a little nervous. 

"Yeah... I see that," he chuckled while looking at my soaked clothes.

"Well, if you have a few seconds, I'd like to go over the quote," he suggested.

"Yeah, no problem," I responded, starting to feel a little chilly.

He opened up a folder and pulled out the work-up for the original quote. As he stood close to me, I could smell a hint of his cologne; it smelled fantastic. We went over the material list and as James expected, the quote guy had listed the wrong material. He said the material I wanted would cost about 20% more and asked if I wanted to redo the quote. I told I had my heart set on the particular design so was in a bind. 

"You know what. Let me go measure the area again and see what I come up with," James politely suggested. 

I agreed and he grabbed a few things from his truck and proceeded to the back yard to measure. I watched him as he did this. He was a striking black man with strong, masculine features and a muscular, yet trim build. He was probably 35 or 36. He stood about 6'3 and probably weighed 230 or so. He had high, prominent cheekbones and full lips. His irises were deep brown surrounded a very stunning white, that matched his very white teeth. When he smiled, his whole face smiled. He seemed like a genuinely nice man, and a very handsome one at that. I also couldn't help but notice his very firm ass as he was leaning across the cab of his truck. I caught myself sizing him up, felt guilty and then reminded myself that I was only looking; no harm in that.

Ok, I decided I had seen plenty, and besides I was practically shivering as I was still wet and the sun was ducking behind the horizon, cooling the air rapidly. I took the kids in and got them playing with their toys. As I walked into my bedroom, I passed by the full-length mirror and stopped, eyes wide open.

There looking back at me was my wet self. But what caught me completely off guard was that my white bra was clearly visible through my almost transparent white T-Shirt. What's more, my nipples were protruding so far they could have put an eye out. Great, I just gave this perfect gentleman and the guy who would be building my fence a full-on Wet T-Shirt show. I thought he was looking at me kind of funny. At that point, I really felt ridiculous about checking him out. I quickly changed into something dry and much less revealing. I threw on a sun dress and some flip-flops.

After fifteen minutes or so, James came back to the front door and knocked. I let him in and brought him over to the dining room table to have a seat.

"Can I get you coffee, tea or anything," I asked.

"Sure, I'll have some coffee," he replied.

He started explaining the error and continued that he would be able to do the design I wanted and, even though the materials cost more, he would make it work so that it was "transparent" to me. Funny choice of words I thought.

I thanked him for being so understanding and flexible. He said that it was no problem at all, he also mentioned that it might take one full day and a few hours the next day, depending on his progress on the first. We chit-chatted for a bit while I waited for a fresh pot of coffee to brew. He asked where my hubby was and I told him he was on a deployment. I asked if he were married or had kids. He said he was recently divorced and that his one five-year old son spent equal time between mom and dad. There was a pause in the conversation, so I got up the check the coffee.

"How do you like it," I asked as I came toward him from the kitchen. 

"Well, you look great, but you looked great all soaking wet too," he said, apparently thinking I was referring to my sundress. 

"Uh.... Thanks, but I was asking about your coffee. Cream or sugar?" I was sure he could detect the embarrassment in my voice.

"Oh. Dang, I am so sorry. You caught me off guard and I thought I better compliment you. I'll take it a little sugar," he responded, also visibly embarrassed. "How about you... how do you like it." I suspect he was flirting with me, so I smiled wryly and told him I was a tea drinker.

"Well, I do appreciate the compliment. Thank you." I tried to cut the obvious tension.

"Well, you're welcome." Was all he said, regaining his status as the gentleman. "So, if we have an agreement, I'll start tomorrow at around 8:00am. That too early?"

"No not at all, I'll be up doing the usual morning chores and the kids should be still in bed."

With that, he rose from his chair. Since I was still sitting, I couldn't help but notice two things. He was very tall. And he had a serious bulge in his jeans. I wasn't sure if he caught me as I glanced at it. It was only for a split second, but enough to tell me he was well equipped. 

As he opened the door to leave, he smiled a radiant smile and bid me goodnight. I sat there for a couple moments. I was sweating a little and my heart was beating faster than usual. I also felt a little flushed. I was definitely embarrassed by the interchange we had just had. At the same time I was definitely a little aroused. 

As the evening went on, I kept repeating in my head the things that he said, analyzing them and trying to determine what, if anything, he was implying. As I rethought our conversations, I kept imagining him looking me over as I was all wet and wondering what he must have been thinking.

The kids stayed up longer than usual. By the time they got to bed I was exhausted. I quickly showered and shaved my legs. I also trimmed my pubic hair a little, not sure why. I don't remember what I was thinking about when I went to bed, but I felt a little guilty and a little aroused all at once.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual so I could get some chores done before James arrived to work on the fence. I went through the daily routine of feeding the pets, cleaning up a little, and doing dishes, etc. I was still going over the events of the previous evening in my head. I planned on showering and getting dressed before James arrived. I sat down at the computer to enjoy a cup of tea and check email. At about 7:00 am, I heard the neighbor's dog bark. I looked out the front window and saw the same truck from the night before. Crap, I thought... I better get dressed. I was only wearing a T-Shirt and white cotton panties. I watched from the dining room window as he pulled the truck around to the back. He did not come to the door, but rather went straight to unloading. 

"Ok, cool, I thought. I'll go back to my tea and email." From the computer desk where I sat, I could see James unloading the material for the fence. He was wearing a fairly tight-fitting T-Shirt. I could tell he was accustomed to manual labor. He probably combined that with a gym workout. I had often watched my husband out working in the yard. He also has a wonderful body that he takes good care of. It was weird watching this handsome black man perform the work I was used to my husband doing.

I kept turning in my chair to peer out the window. He was almost done unloading and was distributing the material for easier construction throughout the day. I turned back to the computer and shot an IM to an online friend, mentioning that there was a hunky black fencing man in my backyard.

Suddenly I heard a tapping on the window behind me. Startled, I spun around in the office chair and saw James smiling through the window at me. He must have seen me look out the window at him. In a motion, I pulled my T-Shirt down a little and wheeled the chair over to the window. I figured I'd be able to open the window without having to stand up and reveal my panties. I tugged on the window handle, but it didn't budge. Great! The window was locked of course.

Now, the house sits on a foundation about 3 feet above the outside ground level. The window that wasn't cooperating starts at 2 feet above the floor. All these dimensions ran through my head instantaneously resulting in the inescapable conclusion that if I stood up to unlock the window, James would have a full-on view of my white cotton panties, right in his face. I hesitated, but saw no graceful way to avoid the inevitable. 

So, with one quick motion I stood, reached up and grabbed the window lock. As I did this I was fully aware that my T-Shirt had risen above my panties, giving him a full view. And, of course, the latch wouldn't budge either. Determined, I gave it all I had and it gave way. I quickly threw the window open and flopped back down in my chair. I was standing for 5 or 6 seconds, but it felt like minutes.

James pretended to not see a thing of course as he conveniently turned his head toward me all of a sudden. However, as I was wrestling with the window lock, I looked down briefly and saw him staring right at my pantied pussy. 

"Good morning, James. What's up?" I said, a little flustered and definitely flushed.

"Oh, sorry to bother you, Shauna. My cell phone battery is completely dead. I was hoping to use your phone, if it isn't any trouble." He managed to seem composed and completely unaware of the view he just had.

"Uh sure, just a second" I stammered as I realized I would have to get up again out of my chair. Good grief, why couldn't I have put on some shorts or something, I berated myself. I was thoroughly embarrassed, but I was also a little turned on by the whole awkward situation. I collected myself, spun around in the chair and stood and walked toward the living room. This time, James had a full view of my butt as I walked away. As I walked toward to living room, I could see his reflection in the windows across the room. I could tell that he was watching the whole show. I grabbed the phone off its charger and walked back over to the window. Again James, the gentleman, was looking away and pretended not to notice I had returned. I handed him the phone and sat back down in the chair.

James took the phone and proceeded to make his phone call. He stood at the window as he called his office, inquiring about another job he was scheduled to do the next day. As he talked, I decided to get up and get showered and changed. This time, I was less tentative and walked away with more of a sexy sway. For some reason, embarrassment had subsided and was replaced by arousal. In fact, I was really aroused and I could feel it... my pussy was moist and I felt it tingle a little as I walked into the bedroom. And as he did the time before, James watched me as I walked away.

Now, since my husband left, I had lost about 20 lbs. and was really starting to feel good about my body. I still had 20 or so I wanted to shed, but more and more of my old clothes were fitting everyday. I was a little flattered and a lot turned on that this handsome black man was eyeballing me. And while I am much too conservative to give him a free show, the circumstances had evolved the way they did and were mostly out of my control. At least that is what I was telling myself. I peeked back toward the window. James had finished his call and set the phone on the window sill. I could hear from the commotion out back that he was back to work.

Also, since my husband left, I had only masturbated a half a dozen times. I really felt like I needed to get off before I took a shower. I went into the bedroom and closed the door. Interestingly, I grabbed the only dildo I had that worked: a black one. My husband bought it for me to play out a fantasy he had of me doing a black guy. I had only gotten into it a couple times. Mainly I used it because it was lifelike and still worked, unlike the few cheap ones that had quit humming. I took the dildo out of its hiding spot and, out of habit, grabbed the KY as well. 

I lied back on the bed and started touching myself. I found to my amazement that I was soaking wet down there. I hadn't been that wet in a while. I was in such a state of arousal over the whole panty flashing that I was dripping with my own fluids. I took the dildo and pressed the head against my pussy, without any KY. It vibrated against my lips and my clit and felt amazing. I continued to push it deeper into my hot and hungry pussy. I could feel it press against my cervix and vibrate the inner depths of my womanhood. As it hummed inside my soaking pussy, I began to slide it in and out, slowly at first. As my pussy stretched a little to accommodate it, I began thrusting it faster and deeper, 'til the attached balls pushed up against my ass.

As I began to fall into some abstract fantasy, I was jolted back to reality from some noise outside the bedroom. I quickly tossed the dildo on the bed, grabbed my bath robe and opened the door and peeked out. I expected to see James out there but he was still busy at the fence. I looked around and checked on the kids. They were still fast asleep. I couldn't figure out what I'd heard. 

"Good grief, I can't ever get a moment to myself," I thought as I headed for the phone on the window sill. Just as I was about to reach for it, it rang and scared me to death. I grabbed it and answered it. At the moment I heard the voice on the other end I also smelt James cologne that was lingering on the handset. It was very pleasant. The person identified herself as a coworker of James and asked if he were handy. I told her to hold on and I called out to James, still laboring on the fence. As he turned to walk toward me, I was in awe. He had taken his shirt off and was covered with a light sheen of sweat that accentuated his incredible physique by contrasting the reflection of the sun with the darkness of his skin. I handed him the phone. He smiled at me and simultaneously winked. I smiled back and withdrew from the window.

I looked down at the computer and noticed I had some new emails and my friend was IM me. I sat down and began to respond to her and the emails. James came back up to the window. He had the phone in one hand and his T-Shirt in the other. 

"Shauna, I have to run over to the office real quick. It'll only take a half-hour or so and shouldn't delay the fence progress any. Besides, I'll stay late if I have to."

"Sure, no worries. I'm about to jump in the shower anyway." Not sure why I told him that.

"Could I use your restroom really quickly before I jet," he asked. 

"Sure, come on in the back door," I replied.

As he came around to the back door, he put his T-Shirt back on. I filled up a glass of ice-water and handed it to him as he came in. He drank it down and then asked which way to the restroom. I didn't want him to wake the kids, so I directed him toward the master bedroom, through which was the adjoining bathroom. He proceeded and I returned to the computer. 

"Oh shit!" I thought. "I left the fucking dildo on the bed. Dammit, I hope I at least covered it up with the covers."

Extremely nervous now, I walked toward the bedroom. As I looked inside, I discovered what I was afraid of: my big black dildo lying in plain view and in stark contrast to the white bedspread. Ok, now what, I thought. I hoped he hadn't noticed it on the way through. I snuck into the room, hoping to snag it before he came out. As I did I noticed he hadn't fully shut the door. I could see him standing there over the toilet. I could also see him holding a monster of a cock as he peed. I stood there dazed for a moment. It was then I looked up from the sight of his huge manhood and found him smiling back at me in the bathroom mirror. 

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"Oh god, I'm sorry," I managed, now completely flustered for having been caught watching him. "I just cam in here to get something," I mumbled futilely. 

"Yeah, I saw what you came in here to get . You know, mine is bigger than that toy of yours, and a lot more realistic, too," he said as he turned toward me. He didn't put away his giant penis, but rather left it hanging. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help myself. I glanced down at what must have been 9 inches, and not even hard. The toy that lay on the bed was 8 inches.

I suddenly felt frightened and timid. I hadn't asked for the situation to evolve as it had. I could hardly believe that I was standing there in my bedroom, in my bathrobe, with this massive black man, staring at his huge black tool.

"Do you like what you see, Shauna?"

"Uh... well...it's rather impressive," is all I could manage.

"I enjoyed watching you this morning, you have a very sexy body, you know," he said with confidence. "I have been thinking about you ever since I saw you last night all wet."

"Oh, man... I can't believe this is happening," I muttered. 

"Do you want me to leave? If you are uncomfortable, I'll walk away and go back to work. Honestly, I don't want you to do something you are not ready to do."

I paused. I was a mess. I felt completely out of control. I was in a situation I hadn't foreseen and for which I wasn't prepared. On one hand I wanted him to haul that monster back into his jeans and get the hell out of here. On the other hand, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn't think straight. The sight of this huge powerful sexy black man standing there in front of me was intoxicating.

"No don't go... I..." Before I could say another word he stepped forward grabbed me and planted his big luscious lips on mine. I was numb. I was paralyzed and could hardly stand. His tongue entered my mouth. At first I hesitated. Then my tongue found his and began to dance in and between our mouths. My head was spinning and I was getting dizzy from the emotion of the moment. As he held me in his massive arms, I felt his manhood pressing against my belly. I was in total, uncontrollable bliss. The last instinct to resist faded and I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back firmly. I moaned with pure pleasure as we kissed and began to grind my pelvis into his leg. I could feel his massive cock pushing just below my breasts. He kissed me passionately and held me tightly as he did.


The Fence Ch. 02



It had been several weeks since James had come by to build the fence, and we had had our little rendezvous. I had really come to enjoy my new privacy fence; I often wondered what James was up to. My husband and I had talked many times on the phone and on IM since then, A couple times we had naughty phone sex. I really wanted to tell him about my encounter with James, but each time I was about to do so, I hesitated. 

Finally, early one morning, I summoned up the nerve to share my secret with him. Well, sort of. 

"Hi honey, I was just dreaming. It was a very erotic and realistic dream," I sighed as I lay in bed.

"Oh really? Well tell me more," he insisted.

So I went into details that were not at all fantasy or from my subconscious, but that were vivid memories of an event that was all too real. I told him how it all started, with a casual flashing of my panties, then being caught with the big, black dildo. I retold how we kissed passionately and gave each other amazing oral pleasure. Finally, I recounted how he plunged his massive black cock into my pussy and ravaged me for hours until he came inside me. My hubby kept asking for more details; he was clearly turned on by the whole account that was supposedly a dream.

"Damn, baby, that was one hot dream; you sure you didn't make any of it up? It was so detailed. That was a real turn-on. Did the guy in the dream have a name?" He asked.

I stopped for a moment. Should I tell him? How far should I go with this?

"James was his name, I think," I said as if somewhat unsure.

"I see, so what else happened in your dream," he asked, still obviously aroused.

I told him in more detail some of the events.

"So, that really turns you on, huh?" I asked coyly.

"Oh yeah, you know that is one of my favorite fantasies," he replied.

"So, what would you do if I actually did that," my heart raced as I posed the question.

"You mean if you turned that fantasy into reality," he pondered. "Well it'd be pretty fuckin' hot, but it would certainly change things. The visual I get is so erotic, I would just wonder about the after effects. You know what they say, once you go black..." he chuckled.

"Hmmm, I was just curious what you thought, if you really wanted to go through with it someday or if you were just into the fantasy alone," I reasoned, unsure where this was going.

"Well, if the opportunity ever presents itself, I guess we'll just play it by ear. Still, the fantasy is so arousing, yet the prospect of it suddenly becoming real, maybe on impulse is definitely erotic."

"So what if the opportunity presented itself and it happened so fast that I had to tell you about it after," I asked, really wondering if he would see through the questioning.

"Well, I trust you so much that I also trust you to make the right call in a situation like that. If it were a spontaneous thing like in your dream... I think you'd know what to do and you know I would be ok with it. But you'd have to tell me about it," he added.

So there it was; validation that he would not only be ok with it, but also turned on by it. I felt both a sense of relief and suddenly extremely aroused. We talked a little more, then he had to go.

I immediately began touching myself. I was thinking of James licking my pussy. I was thinking of my husband watching and getting very turned on and stroking himself. It was all too much to contain and I came, very hard and very wet.

I got up and went at the daily morning chores. I kept thinking about our conversation and analyzed what my hubby said and if it represented his true feelings or was just really pillow talk.

Several days went by. Hubby, still affected by the "dream" kept asking if I had had any more. I told him I hadn't had any but I would share them if I had any.

One morning, as I was running on the treadmill, the neighbor's dog started barking and I heard a vehicle coming down the drive. I jumped off the treadmill and went over to the window, it was James' truck. I felt a rush of anxiety as I watched the door open. However, it wasn't James that got out, but a 40ish white man with a clipboard. As he came to the door, I wondered what he could possibly want.

I opened the door before he knocked.

"Hi, you must be Lynn," the man greeted me, "good morning, I hope I'm not bothering you." 

"No not at all. What can I do for you," I asked feeling somewhat disappointed but also a little relieved.

Before he could answer, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was the passenger door opening. As the man emerged from the truck, my anxiety came back instantly. Here was James, the man who had rocked my world about a month before walking toward me. He looked stunning.

"Well, we're just here to follow-up and check on the fence to look for settling, shifting, etc. He added something about a gift certificate for landscaping, but I was not paying him any attention, as I was focused on the tall black man walking toward me.

"Hi Lynn. Great to see you," he greeted me with a smile and a wink.

"Hi James, how've you been," I replied, feeling flush and a little weak in the knees. 

"Hanging in there. We've been very busy. Joe, if you want to check out the fence just go around the side there," James said as he pointed the way to Joe.

Joe tipped his hat and made his way to the fence, leaving me and James on the front porch.

"So I am taking a new job in the Bay Area in less than a month so I am finishing up all my jobs here and getting ready to move," James said, sounding somewhat apologetic.

I told him the Bay Area is nice but expensive and wished him luck in his move and transition. I told him good workers like him were hard to find, so it'd be a shame not having him in the area. He smiled and chuckled a little.

"You look great," James said.

"Yeah, well, I just got done running on the treadmill and heard you drive up," I said sheepishly, feeling very self conscious like he could hear my heart pounding or read my thoughts.

"So, have you thought about our little rendezvous much," he asked, shattering the ice. 

""Little" is not a word I would've chosen to describe it. And yes, I have thought about it a few times," I replied, no idea where the conversation was heading.

"Yeah, I sure had a fantastic time," he said as he moved up and sat beside my on the porch bench. "I was hoping I'd hear from you, even though I was pretty sure you meant what you said. Honestly, that was some of the best sex I have had and I can't stop thinking about it."

Wow, he was forward. It was quite sexy. I paused. I could smell his cologne again, just like the first time I smelled it. Here he was, laying it out there. All I had to do was accept his advance and I would once again be rocked in unbelievable fashion. I recounted the conversations with my husband. My heart raced and my pulse quickened... not to mention what was happening between my legs.

"Yeah, it was pretty amazing. I couldn't walk right for days," I offered, warming up a bit.

"Well, Lynn, I'd love to do that to you again. I will if you give me the chance," James said confidently. 

He leaned in to kiss me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he drew closer. I felt flush and weak. I closed my eyes and turned my head toward him as I parted my lips. His luscious lips found my cheek, then my lips. We kissed passionately; I met his tongue with mine and lightly bit and sucked on his juicy lower lip. He reached around and pulled me closer, holding and massaging my breast with his massive hand. He trailed his lips away from mine and kissed my chin then my neck. His full lips found my ear and he bit my earlobe lightly as he whispered in my ear.

"Lynn, I want to fuck you so hard and for so long. You are so damn hot," he whispered as his hand left my breast and made its way down. 

He slid his hand under the waistband of my shorts. I parted my legs, accepting his massive fingers and betraying my arousal. His long middle finger slid past my clit and gently parted my pussy lips; I could feel the moisture indicating how fucking turned on I was.

"Damn, girl; you are so wet. You want it, don't you." As he said this, he pushed his finger past my lips and into my very wet pussy.

"Oh,God....James," I managed, beginning to lose control. "Yes, I want it. I really want it. But we can't. Not here, not right now."

Right as I said that, James withdrew from me in a flash and stood back up. I was startled. But then I heard Joe's voice.

"Looks good James; you put her up real nice," he said as he rounded the corner of the house, unaware of what had just happened.

"Yeah, I really took my time on this one," James said as he winked at me. I was completely flustered and my heart was racing. 

"Well, Lynn, give me a call if you need any other work done," James said with a big white smile. "By the way, we'll be working just down the street for the next week," he added as he winked at me.

He reached his hand out to help me up. As he pulled me up to me feet, he leaned in and whispered, "I truly hope to hear from you."

I could only manage a quick smile, then I turned away, knowing full well how flushed I must have looked. I waved as they got in the truck and drove off. As soon as they were out of sight, I sat back down. My heart-rate was still up and I felt weak.

After regaining my composure, I went back in the house, played with the kids and went about my daily rituals. My mother was coming down the next day so I wanted to get the house cleaned up a little. She was going to stay for a week and help out and watch the kids and keep me company.

That night, I found myself thinking about the day's earlier encounter. I was so horny, yet so tired. I drifted away with strange, fleeting images running through my subconscious. 

Sometime during the night, I drifted out of sleep. I was not completely awake, but not asleep. I ran my fingers across my pussy, it was slightly damp. I lightly touched my clit as I lay there. I began to play with my pussy with both hands; one rubbing my clitoris and the other caressing the folds of my pussy. I had drifted out of a dream state that, although I didn't remember anything, had spun up my hormones. I was barely awake yet fully sexually charged. I rolled around in bed, first lightly caressing, then rubbing, then penetrating my pussy with my fingers. I was so hot. My mind was clear but my pussy was on fire and ached with passion. I ran my hand along my inner thighs and down past my ass. I fingered the outside of my asshole. I inserted one finger in my ass as I continued to rub my clit. 

I moaned as I continued to pleasure myself. Before long I was climaxing hard. I clenched my jaws as I spasmed with each rush of nerve tingling sensations. As the spasms subsided and the sensations turned to numbness, I drifted back to sleep.

As morning came I awoke and made some tea. I showered and got the kids ready. My mother was set to arrive later in the morning. As I went through the usual routine, my mind kept flashing to images from my subconscious. Vague and abstract images flashed through my head of dreams I had but couldn't quite recall. I tried to visualize them but with no luck. Whatever I had dreamed, it launched me into incredible bliss and compelled me to bring myself to orgasm. I had a feeling it was brought on by my brief encounter with James the day before.

My mother arrived and we took the kids to the mall. My mother entertained the kids while I tried on new clothes and got my hair and nails done. Then we went to the park. As we were returning to the house, we passed by a familiar truck out in front of one of the neighbor's house. First, I saw Joe loading tools back into the truck. As we got closer, I could see James sitting in the cab writing on his clipboard. He didn't see us as we passed but as I saw his face, and instantly remembered part of my dream. I recalled James' face and upper body. He was smiling as he guided me down to his massive cock. As I reached for it, the recollection ended. It was a short flash of memory. It was enough, however, to cause me to miss the turn into our driveway. My mother joked with me and made some comment like "how long have you lived here?" I backed up the car and turned down the driveway. 

As I unpacked the car, I tried to recall more but couldn't. That night I tried again but still could not bring back the dream... it was a little frustrating. I hoped if I dreamt again, I would revisit it.

I was restless and had a hard time getting to sleep. When I finally fell asleep I slept hard.

I awoke the next morning and immediately remembered either the dream I had the night before or one from this night. I remembered James pinning me against the wall and kissing me from my forehead to my lips and neck and then my breasts. I remembered kissing his bare muscled chest and smelling his cologne mixed with his masculinity. I remembered him pulling my panties down and rubbing my ass as he lifted one leg and grinded against me. I don't know where we were or anything else. But that brief scene was very vivid and very real.

I got up and made the usual batch of tea. I was up much earlier than usual. I decided to try to call my husband on his cell phone, although I was rarely able to reach him. To my surprise, he answered. We talked about the usual daily things. He asked me why I was up so early and I told him I had had another erotic dream, similar to the last "dream."

"Oh really? Wow I sure wish I could hear about it, but I am about to start a meeting," he said, sounding really excited. "Please tell me about it later... I really want to hear the details. I have been thinking about the conversation we had about if you ever actually went through with it. Ever since you told me about the first dream, I have been really turned on."

I told him I definitely would and wished him a wonderful day. I was a little disappointed. I wanted to share it with him. I wanted to hear him say "Yeah, go fuck a big, studly black man and tell me all about it." The whole situation was a turn on. The forbidden and unexpected rendezvous. The fact that it turned on my husband. The recent encounter and the recurring dreams. It was something that I certainly had never expected but was awakening a sexual excitement in me that I couldn't remember having felt in a while.

I decided since I was up already I would go for a walk. I told my mother to listen for the kids, although I doubted they'd be up for several hours. I threw on some running shoes, panties, a sports bra, shorts and a tank-top and headed down the road. I had bought new workout clothes at the mall the day before and was excited about wearing them, especially since they were 2 sizes smaller than the last ones I bought. As I rounded the corner of our lazy neighborhood road, I spied James' truck out in front of the neighbor's house again. My heart started pounding. I had only walked for about 500 feet so it wasn't the exercise. As I approached, I could see James working a shovel as he dug a post hole. He saw me and instantly smiled. 

"Good morning, Lynn," he greeted me with a friendly wave as he rested against his shovel. "I was sure hoping you'd stop by."

"Hi, James," I replied. "How's it going?"

"Better now," he smiled.

"So what are the Jones' having you do for them?" I asked.

He explained the work he would be doing for them and added that they had left for the coast for a few days. 

"Where's Joe or the other workers?" I queried.

"It's just me today," he said as he picked up one of the posts and sunk it in the freshly dug hole. I watched as his biceps bulged and strained at the tight sleeves of his t-shirt.

"I really like your hair, you must have gotten it done yesterday... it's different than when I saw it earlier," he complimented with sincerity. I was really flattered and a little surprised that he noticed.

We chatted a little, mostly about nothing and the weather. It was a little awkward. We came to an awkward pause.

"I'm already done with the fence in back; do you want to see it?" He offered, filling the gap.

"Sure, let's have look," I managed.

I followed James to the gate at the side of the house and around to the back. I watched him as he walked; very masculine yet graceful. And I couldn't stop looking at his rock-hard ass as it flexed under his jeans. I was really turned-on and could feel it as I walked.

"You see, it completely surrounds the yard so that there is complete privacy," he explained as he pointed to various features. I paid less attention to his explanation and more to his lips as they moved.

"Very cool," I said. "I'll have more done to my yard eventually," I said as I turned and walked toward the house to look at the deck. "I really like their deck, it's so..."

Suddenly, I felt a hand reach around my waist and another reach around my shoulder. I could feel James' hot breath on the top of my head. He whipped me around and planted his lips on mine. I eagerly received his tongue and reciprocated with mine. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall as he kissed me hard and deep.

Although I was caught a little by surprise, I was less tentative this time. I aggressively kissed him back as I dug my freshly manicured nails into his muscular back. As he pulled me closer to him, I reached down and grabbed his rock hard ass with both hands. I slid my hands under his waistband and squeezed and massaged his butt cheeks.

This time, I wasn't nervous. I wasn't apprehensive. I was horny and I wanted sex, really good, mind-numbing sex. I suddenly felt a sense of deja-vu and realized that this turn of events paralleled my dream. 

As he pinned me to the wall and kissed me, I reached down and undid his buttonfly and grabbed his cock through his shorts. It was as big as I remembered it and straining at the fabric of his jeans and shorts.

"Mmmmmm... let's let that thing outta there," I said in a sultry voice.

I reached in his shorts and pulled it up until it sprang free and pointed out at my belly, not fully hard but getting there. I let it just rest there in my upturned hand for a few seconds, feeling its weight. Then I began to caress it. A small bit of precum oozed from the large purplish bulging head. I knelt down so I could look at it up close. I could smell his manliness; I could feel the heat. I was in awe. I flicked my tongue at the head and caught a drop of precum. It tasted salty. 

I pulled away again and just stared at it as it bobbed in my hand, slowly increasing in size. I was amazed at how the veins stood out. As it reached its glorious potential, I stroked it from head to base with both hands. I kept looking at it as it responded to my touch. I looked up at James who was smiling down at me.

"You like that... don't you," he said, knowing the answer.

"It's fucking incredible," I managed right before I planted both lips on the bulbous head. I sucked on the head for a while, flicking my tongue across the hole. I began to suck it a little further into my mouth. As I did this, I continued to stroke. I did not deep throat him this time but I managed to get 3-4 inches in my mouth as I continued to stroke him and lick all around his head. I cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them lightly as I continued. 

As I continued to stroke, suck and lick this massive tool of his, he began to pump a little. He grabbed my head and massaged my scalp as he continued a slow pumping motion. I reached down inside my shorts for a second. I was fucking soaked... my pussy was on fire. I reached back up and continued to stroke him harder and faster. 

"Oh damn, Lynn, you sexy baby. You keep that up I'm gonna blow." He managed.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked up at him while I continued to stroke him.

"Go ahead, stud, you can cum in my mouth if you want," I whispered in a throaty, sexy voice.




The Fence



As we kissed, he took my hand a placed it on his now fully erect cock. It was fucking enormous. I began stroking it gently. I explored it with my hand as I continued to kiss James. I ran my hand all the way up and all the way down to its base. I reached underneath and felt his balls. God, they must have been as big as golf balls, or bigger. As I gripped his massive cock, I realized that I couldn't touch my thumb to my fingers because of its girth. I was really feeling weak then.

James broke our embrace and rested his hands on my shoulder. I knew instantly what it was he wanted and was so ready to give it to him. I knelt down in front of this specimen of a man and stared directly at his enormous dick. I looked it over briefly, just to see what it was I had been feeling. I figured it to be about 11, maybe 12 inches. Then I placed my lips on the huge purplish head and began sucking the tip. I flicked at it with my tongue and managed to get the first 2-3 inches in my mouth. Now, I had never sucked a dick this big and was positive there would be no deep-throating. James moaned and arched his back as I sucked him. He had his hands on my head and was rubbing my scalp as I continued to suck him. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly started fucking my mouth. At first, it was a little more than I could handle and I gagged a bit. He fucked me shallower and slower. As I got used to feeling his cockhead in my throat, I reached around and grabbed his rock hard butt cheeks. They felt amazing. I pulled him into my face. He continued to slide his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I could smell the scent of his sex mixed with sweat and it was driving me fucking crazy. He continued to slowly fuck my mouth until I had ¾ of his entire length sliding down my throat. I was in complete disbelief. I had never had a cock so far down my throat. My husband, at 7 inches, is even hard to deep throat at times. I had 8 or 9 inches sliding up and down my throat, massaging it as it went.

James pulled his cock out and let it hang next to my head. I continued to lick at it like I couldn't resist it. I wanted it and I needed it. My pussy was on fire and sopping wet with my own juice. James pulled me up to him, picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down on the bed and stared into my eyes. "Now it's your turn, sweet thing," he said. I pushed myself back further on the bed and watched as he knelt between my thighs. As I watched his face approach I noticed that my pussy hair was glistening with my fluid, my thighs also had a spattering of juice. He looked me over and reached his hand up too my breasts. He massaged them as he began to flick his tongue at my pussy lips.

As he flicked his tongue at my clit, I started feeling a rush of blood flowing to my head. I felt dizzy. I was still in shock but fully willing at this point. James suddenly pressed his face into my wet pussy and began tongue fucking my pussy hole. His nose rubbed up against my clit as he buried his face in my soaking wet mound. I went from dizzy to numb as he brought me close to the edge of climax. I bucked my hips and I tried to fuck his face. I grinded and twisted, trying to help him bury his long tongue deep in my wet hole.

He climbed onto the bed and rolled over on his back. He instructed me to straddle his face and fuck it. I eagerly did as I was told and began grinding on his face. At first, I was afraid I might be hurting him and sat up. "C'mon Shauna, ride my face like you mean it, don't be afraid."

I was so unafraid at that point. I felt so liberated and uninhibited. I commenced to grind on his face hard. I reached forward a grabbed his rock hard cock. As I gyrated on his luscious lips and masterful tongue, I jacked his huge dick all the way up and down.

He suddenly picked me up and dropped me on the bed on my back. I was blown away by how powerful and agile he was. He grabbed my dildo, and without warning, plunged it up to the nuts into my steaming wet pussy. 

"Oh my God," I exclaimed. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. He began drilling my with the black rubber penis. My head fell back and I was clutching the bedsheets and moaning very loudly.

"You like this fake black cock of yours? How about a real black cock? You want to feel my big black cock inside your hot pussy? Huh? Do you wanna feel it?"

"Oh God! Yes. Oh fuck yes! I wanna feel that giant cock deep inside me!" I Exclaimed between staggered breaths. I didn't have a condom, and at the moment I didn't care. I just wanted him in me right that minute.

"He pulled the dildo out and tossed it off the bed. He got up on his knees and knelt between my burning thighs. He lowered his upper body down to me and brought his face to mine. I reached up with my lips to kiss him. He kissed me back, passionately. I could taste my juices on his face and in his mouth. He positioned his huge cock between my pussy lips. I could feel the heat; much different than the cold rubber cock. I could feel his cockhead pulsating at the entrance to my pussy. I reached around and grabbed his ass and hooked my ankles around his legs, trying to get him inside me.

"You really want to feel that inside you don't you?" He was teasing me now, making me want it even more. "Is this your first taste of black cock?" He asked menacingly.

"Yes! First! Pleeeeeasse! I want you to fuck me with it! Don't tease me! Just fuck me!" I pleaded with him.

"I wanna hear you beg for it, I like to feel desirable too!" He taunted me.

"Please! Dammit! I want that in me! I need that in me! I haven't been fucked in so long! I just want you to fuck me senseless!" I plead in earnest.

At that moment, I felt like I was being split in two. James entered in me in one slow yet constant thrust until I could feel his pelvis against mine and his balls on my ass. Shooting pain, mixed with intense pleasure, erupted throughout my lower half. I could feel his cockhead displacing my cervix upward. It felt like he had pushed his cock directly into my uterus. He held it there for a few seconds to let me get used to the feeling. The sensation was indescribable. I felt completely filled up. 

He slowly pulled back and slowly thrust again all the way until our pelvises mashed together. He repeated this over and over for a while. Each time he thrust, I would feel myself exhale as if forced to by the pistoning of his huge shaft. I could see my belly move... it looked and felt like my insides were shifting positions to accommodate the massive length and girth of his cock. After about the 5th or 6th thrust, I threw my head back, bit my lip and orgasmed as never before. My head spun, my pussy spasmed and my limbs convulsed and them went numb. My breathing was so staggered that I almost hyperventilated. I was paralyzed for a few moments. James kept the slow, sensual rhythm as I recovered. As my pussy poured with my overflow of cum, the friction of his thrusting was replaced my smooth gliding, causing a slightly different sensation.

"You ok, baby?" He asked as he continued to slowly pump in and out of me.

"Oh...... yeah..... I'm fucking fantastic..." I said between long deep breaths.

"Yes you certainly are," he replied with a smile.

As I got used to the size, and as the inner walls of my pussy expanded to accommodate his size, he began to pick up the pace. Each time he would pull his cock nearly all the way out and thrust it all the way back in. The surface area of his cock contacting every inch of my vagina made me tingle with sheer internal pleasure. Each time he thrusted back in, he would slide the topside of his shaft along my clit, sending pulsing tingles up my spine. Needless to say, size does matter if you want to experience all these kinds of sensations all at once.

Soon he was in a rhythm that had our bed bouncing. It was amazing how he kept this up after everything else. His stamina was phenomenal. He kept thrusting and grinding for what seemed like an hour. I looked to the side and saw us in the mirror... wow... that was a hell of a site. I never imagined I'd see that. James caught me looking at the mirror and looked as well.

"You see how sexy the contrast between your white skin and my dark skin, as well as the size difference between the two of us? You look fucking amazing." He managed between powerful thrusts. 

He then scooped me up in one arm and pulled me up vertical, still impaled on his dick. I told him I was too weakened to be on top, so he turned me over onto my belly. He pulled my hips up and like a rag doll, positioned me doggy style. As he thrust into me from this direction, he hit nerves he hadn't yet found (that I didn't know I had). This brought yet another sensation I hadn't previously discovered. His thrusting turned into pounding. I tried to meet his every thrust but was having a hard time keeping up. He was primal, animalistic. He was turning me inside out with each powerful thrust. I came again and again, each time losing control of my ability to keep any ounce of composure. I was bucking my hips and thrusting my pelvis and saying things a slut would say. I was being wildly fucked by this big black man I had just met and was loving every second of it.

As he continued to fuck me madly, he began playing with my ass. Using lube from one of my many orgasms, he inserted his thumb into my asshole and began massaging it as he continued to pump my pussy. Just when I thought I couldn't take one more intense sensation, he introduced another. I just closed my eyes, buried my head and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Holy fuck! You fucking stud! I can't believe what you are doing to me. I have never felt anything like this before! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I screamed into the mattress.

With that he turned it up one more gear. He pounded my so hard and so fast I couldn't stay on my knees. I melted onto the mattress and he continued to fuck me as I laid on my belly. He'd move to one side then the other, back and forth, hitting my insides from every angle. I felt like I would never walk normal again. 

Finally after what seemed like hours, James began to thrust differently than I had felt before. His rhythmic breathing started to become staggered, like he was about to cum.

"James, I don't take birth control; I don't want to get pregnant." I insisted, the only sane thing that had come out of my mouth in hours.

"I had a vasectomy 3 years ago; my boys can't swim." He replied as he came closer to climax. "Do you want me to pull out?"

I paused for a second. This man was giving me the fucking of my life. I felt I owed him at least that. I turned my head so I could see him out of the corner of my eye. In my sexiest voice I could muster, I answered him.

"No. I want you to cum in me. Pump that juice deep inside me. I want to feel you fill me with your cum, you stud!" I spurted between thrusts.

With that, James began to make long and deep thrusts. His pelvis stiffened and he arched his back as he tried to plow through me.

"Oh! OH damn, girl. Oh fuck! Oh...... damn." He hollered as his massive cock spasmed and pulsated inside my pussy. I thought I could feel each hot squirt of cum as it blasted my stretched out cervix. I'm sure he shot his cum right up into my uterus, as deep as he was thrusting.

As his thrusting subsided, he began breathing normally again. He collapsed along side me. I could feel his wet cock resting on my butt as he laid there with his arm around my back.

I was truly spent. We laid there for a while and we kissed tenderly. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and looked magnificent, his muscles bulging out.

We laid there for a while longer as his massive hands glided over my weary body. I looked at the clock: it was 11:20 am. We'd been at it for about 3 hours. I realized that the kids would be waking up soon. I told James that I needed to get cleaned up and dressed before the kids got up.

He agreed, apologizing for having put the fence on the back burner. 

"So can we make this a regular event?" He asked as he gathered his clothes.

I thought about it for a second. The truth was, I didn't have the desire to cheat on my husband. This rendez-vous wasn't planned, wasn't staged, wasn't premeditated. It just happened. Certain unexpected events put me in the position to make to the decision I made, but it happened so quickly that I didn't have time to sort through my thoughts. Sure, I rolled with the events and definitely enjoyed myself immeasurably. And I doubted that I would ever be pleasured quite like that again. But the answer had to be no.

I explained it to James and he fully understood. He didn't want to break up a happy family and explained that he too got caught up in the chain of events and found himself almost thrust into to situation, as if by fate. He had never cheated on his wife so he understood and wasn't going to push me to change my mind. However, he left the door open by reminding him that I know where he works if I ever changed my mind on my own. I know he did that out of flattery and that he truly believed I was serious. 

"Can I have one last kiss before I get back to work," he asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

He took me in his arms and planted his luscious lips on mine. Our tongues found each other and we locked in embrace for several moments. I then broke the kiss and told him it was time for him to go before I got all aroused again. He smiled and winked at me. He washed up quickly, dressed and headed out to finish the fence.

I sat on the bed for a few moments in a daze. Cum was running out of my stretched pussy and pooling on the bed; a combination of his cum and mine. I was still a little in shock but felt unbelievably fulfilled. I lightly touched my swollen pussy lips. I had the feeling they would be sore for a few days. I put my robe back on and checked on the kids. They were still konked out from staying up so late. I decided I really needed a bath. I dared to try to enjoy one before they awoke.

As I lay there in the warm, soothing water, I caressed my pussy and rehashed the amazing events. A smile came to my face. I would tell my husband someday; I was pretty sure he would not be angry with me. Right now I was just going to enjoy be fulfilled and desirable. I was also going to enjoy this little slice of "me" time so rare anymore. 

I drifted away to the sounds of James hammering on the fence outside.