My husband hired Reggie, a member of the varsity football team, for some physical labor we needed around the house. His father was a family friend, so he suggested his son, a strong and hard worker. We had an old cement wall and patio that needed to be removed. Swinging a sledgehammer and lifting the chunks of broken concrete into a pile, Reggie made it seem effortless.
It was hard work, so he took off their shirt, his dark muscular body glistening with sweat was difficult not to notice. His powerful legs stood firm as he brought the heavy hammer down onto the concrete. A thick gold chain swung from his neck as he lifted the broken rock and placed them on a growing pile.
My husband was trying to help, but Reggie was doing a good job and soon he was relegated to weeding one of the gardens. I was sitting by the pool, trying not to stare at Reggie’s young strong body, yet I could not resist. Reggie looked up and caught me staring and gave me a wide smile. I turned away blushing and hoping my husband didn’t notice. This happened at least three times, I just could not resist looking at this young man’s lean dark, and strong body.
As a religious Jewish woman, I knew my thoughts were inappropriate. However, watching this young man work was exciting, and I liked the feeling coursing through my body. I had to separate myself, so I went into the house to try and calm myself and change my soaked panties. I was wearing a plain sundress and was feeling a strange urge from inside my body, so I changed into a lighter summer outfit, and, with a wicked smile, I skipped the bra.
What was happening to me, I wondered, yet it felt good. I knew nothing would happen, my husband was home and besides, Reggie was a teenager, and his parents were good friends. The most that would come of this was my husband receiving great sex, or so I thought.
Reggie was nearing the completion of the job, so I ordered a pizza, which was going to be delivered in thirty minutes. I was walking back outside when my husband announced he had to go to his office and would be back in two hours. He didn’t notice the sundress I was wearing as he thanked Reggie.
A short while later, Reggie was putting the tools back and walked towards the deck, where I told them the pizza was coming and he should cool off in the pool. I went back into the kitchen and dared another look, his dark skin glistening in the sun. Once again, Reggie caught me and I quickly turned away, my cheeks flushed a deep red. I told myself to behave and then realized, my husband was away. My safety net was gone, my composure was lost, and the urges were getting stronger.
I heard Reggie in the pool, which probably felt nice on his tired muscles. Reggie was splashing around and being a teenager in our backyard private pool.
Ten minutes later, I called out from the kitchen, “The pizza is ready, Reggie.”
The splashing stopped, and Reggie said, in an embarrassing low voice, “Mrs. Goldstein, could you hand me a towel?”
As I entered the pool deck, I followed Reggie’s eyes and saw the problem, his clothes were piled on the deck chair. Then I looked over and saw my husband’s swim trunks on another chair.
I asked, “Didn’t my husband’s trunks fit?”
He flashed a sheepish grin, “No Ma’am.”
My mind quickly deduced; Reggie was naked in the pool. My panties were soaked again as I brought him large, oversized towels. Just as I was about to hand the towel to Reggie, who was by the pool ladder, he climbed out revealing his naked body.
Water dripped off his semi-hard cock, the largest cock I had ever seen. I couldn’t stop staring, his cock was un-cut, and his shaft was unusually thick.
I was in shock, unable to move or say anything, and the towel fell from my hands. Reggie stood there and I could tell that he began to feel uncertain about his bold act. Sensing he made a mistake, Reggie began to apologize.
I must have surprised him, by holding up my hand and nervously telling him, “You are beautiful, may
I touch it, may I touch your cock?”
I couldn’t believe I heard myself say that, but the urges were in firm control, as Reggie nodded, I touched his chest, his strong muscles showing under his dripping wet black skin. Running my hands over his chest, exploring his body, I felt a hand on my shoulder and was pressed down to my knees.
Moments earlier, I thought he accidentally came out of the pool, but I realized, he calculated this move. He firms hands on my shoulder and that told me that I was not the first lady he seduced.
I didn’t know how to handle his uncut cockhead and large size. Reggie peeled back the flap of skin and I felt his hand guiding my head, I was soon licking his long thick shaft. I lost all control, as I began to hungrily attack his young cock, feeling his large balls. It was hard to take his cock deep in my mouth due to his thickness, yet I tried, and though I was nervous, it was getting easier.
I looked up and saw a young black man grinning and enjoying his prize. He knew what he was doing as his hands forced me back to attend to his cock. His hands guided my head, gagging me as I tried taking more of his shaft in my mouth. He was thrusting his shaft harder, urgently, as I tasted his sweet precum.
Reggie forced his erupting cock deeper into my mouth, coming with many strong spurts. He finally released my head, and I was out of breath, swallowing all his thick hot come.
After my husband comes, his smaller cock is limp, spent. Reggie was still so hard and large and though I was exhausted I kept kissing and licking his cock, I didn’t want this to end.
Fear of being caught overtook me. I stood up and told Reggie to eat some pizza, while I texted my husband. I wanted to know how long he would be at his office.
My husband said he was sorry; he needed another hour. I told him Reggie had just finished and was going to have pizza. He told me that his father was coming over in an hour, and they were going to have a beer.
With that news, the fear dissipated, and the urges quickly returned. I turned towards Reggie, who once again looked like an innocent teenager eating the pizza hungrily. As I walked towards him, I removed my sundress and, now topless, took his hand. He took one more bite of the pizza, and with the confidence of a much older lover, led me to my bedroom.
Again, Reggie was dominant, slipping off my panties and sliding his fingers into my vagina. He was forceful, feeling my vagina walls without much skill. Maybe this was something I could teach him, but now I felt rushed. I took control and laid him on his back.
I was nervous, and said, “I can’t believe I am going to do this, are you ok Reggie?”
What was he going to say, No, you shouldn’t be doing this, Mrs. Goldstein.
He replied, with a wide grin, “Yes Ma’am.”
As I lowered myself on his hard thick cock I said, “Reggie, you cannot tell anyone about this, I am serious,”
Reggie’s reply gave me confidence, as he assured me with a serious tone, “You can trust me, ma’am.”
With that, I pushed down on his cock as he thrust his hips upward, smashing my cervix. I moaned loud with each thrust, experiencing an orgasm as never before. I felt like a virgin with his large cock inside me, it hurt, and yet I was feeling intense pleasure too.
He came again, just as strong, filling my body with more glorious seed. His thrusts slowed and I rolled off his cock, which was still hard. He pulled my head towards his soaking wet cock, and I begin to stroke it and licked it, tasting his seed and my juices.
I sensed that he could come again, but there wasn’t much time, besides, I was exhausted. Reggie wasn’t tired, which amazed me after breaking up the patio with the heavy hammer. He held my head in place and pumped my mouth fast and hard. Thankfully, he came quickly, and now I saw he was finally tired.
Checking my phone, my husband promised to text when he was leaving. There weren’t any text messages, so I laid my head on Reggie’s chest, noticing his eyes were closed.
I asked him, “Was I your first older lady?” Knowing full well, I was not.
He replied, “No Ma’am, but thank you, I fucked another lady from the neighborhood.”
I wanted to ask who, but instead asked, “Do you still fuck her?”
He replied, “No ma’am, would you like me to fuck you again?”
And with an exchange of text numbers, we quickly cleaned up the bedroom and he returned to the pool.
I wasn’t surprised, Reggie slipped on my husband’s swim trunk, so they did fit him after all.
