Originally Posted by lilly33davis (Post 76257)

My husband Rick has worked for the same construction company since 2002. In February 2015 he was offered a position as the Head Foreman on a multi-million dollar apartment complex being built in a town right at 200 miles from home. This meant that he would be staying in the other town and only getting to come home every other weekend and major holidays.
We were just getting used to the life when we celebrated our 13th anniversary the weekend before the actual day in April. Then on Sunday we had a verbal disagreement over something stupid. It got loud enough that I was glad that our daughter was at my mom’s house that day. Rick was getting ready to head back to the job and couldn’t stay an extra couple of hours.
About 30 minutes after Rick left there was a knock at the door. When I answered the door, it was our 23-year-old black neighbor Patrick. He said that he had heard us yelling and just wanted to check and see if I was ok. I was still upset but didn’t think that it would hurt to talk for a while, so I invited him in.
We sat in the living room with me on the couch and him in the recliner and chatted for a while. He seemed genuinely concerned about me and asked a lot of stuff that he did not already know. One thing that surprised him was that Rick and I had been married almost 13 years. He said that he had thought that we had been more recently married. He also said that he thought that our daughter must have been Ricks from a previous marriage because I didn’t look old enough to have a child her age. I thanked him very much for the complement and told him that I was 33.
After a little more conversation, I offered Patrick a beer and when he accepted I got up to go into the kitchen to get it. He followed me and when I turned around from the refrigerator he was right behind me. It startled me for him to be so close and I dropped one of the cans which broke open and sprayed beer all over the place. We both laughed and he picked up a dishtowel from the counter and started wiping off the cabinet while I got the mop. Once we got the kitchen cleaned up we were laughing so hard it was comical and I still don’t know to this day why I did it but I hugged him.
I had grown up in a very small rural town and had never even seen a black person until I was around 10 years old. I was shocked at how good it felt to have this younger black man’s arms to wrap around me. As I looked up into his face he kissed me. With that my mind just exploded. Rather than push away from him, I put my arms around his neck and started kissing him back. When I felt his hands move down to my butt I knew that there would be no stopping even though my mind was screaming for me to.
As he supported my butt with his hands and lifted me off the floor, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he turned and sat me on the counter. He took his hands out from under my butt and started kissing my neck, which is one of my more erogenous spots. As he kissed my neck, I could feel that he was also moving the leg of my shorts aside with his hand. This only excited me even more.

By the time he got my panties aside so that he could finger me, I was his. I took my hands from around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt as he worked my clit between his thumb and finger. I was trembling so hard that I could hardly breathe. After I got his shirt unbuttoned, I started on his pants, which had one button and a zipper. When his pants fell away, I was in awe at the size of his huge cock. I have since learned that he has almost 10” when his dick is hard.
Once his pants fell down to his knees, I did not get to look at his cock very long. He almost immediately stepped between my open legs and his dick slid right into my wet and waiting pussy. I could not believe that we were fucking right there in the kitchen and not a word had been said between us since we walked into that room. As he slid his cock into my pussy, he started kissing my neck again. I leaned my head back and moaned with pleasure. I again put my arms around his neck again and he slid his hands under my ass again. Then he stepped back away for the counter while pulling me with him. My legs instinctively came up and around his waist. As my ass dropped off the counter, my weight caused me to drop until I was totally impaled on his cock. I started to cum that very instant.
He continued thrusting into my waiting pussy, and I orgasmed too many times to count. Finally, I could feel him getting ready to cum himself and knew that this was so taboo, but wanted it so bad. As he shot his hot cum into me, I had yet another huge orgasm.
He pulled his still erect cock out of me and sat me on my feet. My knees were so weak that I could hardly stand. It was at that time that he smiled at me and said, “Your mine now.” I was shocked that he would say that, but I was even more shocked that I simply nodded my head. With that, he pulled up his pants and walked out without saying another word.
After the adrenaline wore off, I felt so filthy, but I had also never been so sexually satisfied in my life either. The next morning as soon as I got home from dropping my daughter off at school Patrick came back over. That day we ended up staying in bed the whole day. He continued to tell me that my body now belonged to him, and I agreed with him.
Since those first two days in April, we have continued fucking almost every day. When Rick does come home for his weekends off, I have to fake being satisfied. I know that someday Rick will catch on as to what has happened. When that day comes he will simply leave and not come back, and I will never look back.
Thank God, for neighbors that step in and fill the void left by absentee spouses.