I was beat when I got home from the office that Monday evening, and depressed to think that my husband Tom had already left on his business trip, which would keep him away all week long.

I needed a shower and a drink, not necessarily in that order.

I went into the kitchen to mix myself a pitcher of margaritas, which I took upstairs to our bedroom, where I stripped and got ready for my shower. Afterwards, rather than get all dressed again, I slipped on a little robe and decided to take my pitcher and sit out on our patio for a while before dinner.

Our backyard is completely private, and as it was quite warm, I slipped off my robe to enjoy the liberated feeling of being naked outdoors. Half a pitcher later I was feeling no pain, so I set my glass down, turned over on my stomach and soon fell asleep.

I woke up some time later to the relaxing sensation of one of my husband’s back rubs, which I always enjoy. I wondered briefly why his trip had been canceled, but it wasn’t unusual in his business for schedules to be changed at the last minute, so I just went with the flow as the massage continued. A low moan escaped my lips when he began kneading the sides of my full breasts where they bulged out beneath me, then slid his hands oh so slowly down to my ass, where he spent 10 minutes tenderly rubbing my tight buttocks.

When his fingers ventured into the crack of my ass I spread my legs invitingly, allowing him an open path to my steamy cunt. But he stopped to lightly tease the puckered bud of my asshole, making me think he might want anal sex. I felt confirmed in this opinion when his hot wet tongue began probing my tight rear passage, sending wild sensations through my loins.

After a moment, however, he stopped to raise my ass and spread my cheeks further apart in order to lick the full length of my dripping cunt. Tom always gives fantastic head, but now he seemed more enthused than he had been in a long time, and I was soon begging him to fuck me. In response he moved up between my legs to line his cock up with my entrance. I felt an unusual bit of resistance as he pressed his cockhead against the mouth of my pussy, and as soon as he started feeding his super-hard dick into my sheath, I knew something was wrong. This cock was harder than Tom’s had managed to be for years. It was also definitely thicker and, as I soon found out, longer as well. There was no doubt about it; this man was not my husband.

He was, however, quite good at what he was doing. It was too late to prevent what was happening, and anyway I didn’t want to. Instead of trying to pull away, I found myself pushing my ass up at him as he filled my pussy with his big dick as it had never been filled before. His powerful strokes as he began to fuck me, combined with his extreme girth, brought me to an explosive orgasm in seconds. I’m a squirter, so I drenched the pad on the chaise lounge as my joy juice poured freely from my quivering cunt.

My stud managed to keep himself under control, and resumed fucking me steadily after I settled down. The swollen head of his cock was stimulating places I didn’t know I had, and it got me off another three times before he climaxed, shooting his no doubt potent sperm deep into my womb. Thank God I was on the Pill.

Instead of moving away when he finished, he stayed as he was, his cock, incredibly, still firm and hard inside me. “My God, Mrs. J.,” he panted, in a heavy Spanish accent. “I have wanted to do that for such a long time!”

I knew instantly then that the cock inside me belonged to Miguel, a young Mexican who had been our gardener and grounds keeper for over two years. He had always been very polite, but I had been aware of the way he surreptitiously ogled my breasts and ass when he thought I wasn’t looking. I had always found this amusing, but my husband had not, and had warned me to keep away from him.

Before I could say anything in reply to his words, Miguel started to thrust in and out of me again with his still erect dick. He began gently, but quickly picked up the pace, and soon I was moaning and begging him to fuck me harder and deeper. Finally I pleaded with him to let me turn over, so I could draw my knees up and take even more of his giant dick into my creamy depths. When I did so, he hammered my eager snatch for about five minutes, bringing us off within a few seconds of each other and leaving us exhausted and gasping for breath.

I cradled him between my thighs for several minutes until he finally softened and slipped out of me. I quickly reached for his flaccid organ so I could examine that monster up close, slipping off the lounge to kneel on the hard deck for a better look. I couldn’t get over the immense girth of it, even in its present state. Unable to stop myself, I bent forward and ran my tongue around the deep ridge below the head, causing him to throb immediately and begin to grow stiffer. I then opened my mouth as wide as possible and took as much as I could of that giant tool inside it. But as it continued to grow, it became impossible for me to retain even the head of it between my lips, and I ended up licking it lovingly all over, like a mother cat bathing her kitten. I was delighted when it erupted moments later, spewing spurt after spurt of hot semen all over my face.

Miguel held my head against his softening organ as I tried to lick up as much of his ejaculate as I could reach. When he released my head so I could turn my come-smeared face up to him, he told me I looked like an angel.

Miguel spent that night in my bed, fucking me nearly nonstop, and he continued to fuck me every night until Tom returned. After that we had to be more careful, but we still managed to get together secretly about twice a week for another year or so, until Miguel finally met and married a sweet young Mexican girl and moved away. I knew it would cause a whole lot of trouble if Tom found out that I was screwing this horny, well-hung young man, but I couldn’t stop.

Fortunately, he never did.