I had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang.

I was home by myself, my husband and son having left late that afternoon for a weekend fishing trip. Which meant I was going to have a three-day weekend all to myself, and I sure was looking forward to it.

I had no special plans — just to sleep late and enjoy myself, maybe go to the mall, or out for a drink with my girlfriends. I also had a special toy in my underwear drawer that I could use to entertain myself, if the need arose. It would just be a welcome break from my usual housewifely routine.

The unexpected sound of the doorbell made me jump. I couldn’t imagine who it could be, as it was almost nine in the evening. I hastily finished drying myself, then grabbed my blue terrycloth bathrobe and threw it on.

At the front door I peeked through the security peephole, and quickly recognized the man standing there. It was Lewis, our next-door neighbor and my husband Grant’s poker-playing buddy. Thinking he had come over to see Grant, I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hi, Lewis,” I said. “You’ve missed Grant, I’m afraid. He’s on a fishing trip and won’t be home till Monday afternoon.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lewis said, and to my surprise he walked past me into the house, brushing up against me slightly as he did so. “You got a beer for me?” he asked me. He went into the living room and seated himself on the sofa as I, still a bit startled, went to the kitchen to get him a beer.

Lewis was not one of my favorite people. I thought he was generally kind of rude, and every second word from his mouth was a curse. He was about 35, 10 years younger than me, a tall, well-built black man, six feet two and about 200 pounds, with muscular arms and legs. Tonight he was wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, which showed off his powerful body,

After handing Lewis his beer, I sat myself across from him in my recliner, being careful not to show him too much leg. I was very aware that I had nothing on under my robe, and I was pretty sure he was too. I could see and feel him staring at me as the two of us made small talk, and it made me uneasy. I found myself wishing that my husband was home.

Lewis finished his beer rather quickly, and asked for another. I got to my feet and passed in front of him to go to the kitchen. As I did so he suddenly grabbed at my waist and yanked me rather roughly onto his lap, my robe parting halfway up my thighs. I gave a little shriek, but the next thing I knew he had me in a lip lock, kissing me passionately, with my arms pinned to my sides. This was a situation I had never been in before, and I didn’t know what to do. Or what I wanted to do.

Lewis’s kiss went on for a very long time. I tried to pull away at first, but he held me tightly, and perhaps I didn’t struggle all that hard. As the kiss went on I could feel myself slowly giving in, whatever resistance there was in me gradually draining from my body, until I found myself not only accepting his long wet kiss, but actually returning it.

Lewis parted my lips with his large tongue and slowly moved it around in my mouth. Then he broke the kiss to bring his mouth to the side of my neck. I could feel him sucking on it, and I wondered how I would explain the hickey to my husband.

I gasped involuntarily when I felt Lewis’s large hand on my bare knee. But I didn’t object when the hand moved slowly upward between my legs. I just sat there allowing him to do what he wanted to do, and accepting the pleasure of his stroking fingers.

In no time that hand was moving through my pubic hair, and I felt his finger teasing my crotch. The finger moved about, searching for my slit, and it didn’t take long before it was penetrating my tight opening. I must have been very wet, because his finger moved about easily as it poked and probed inside me. I heard myself moaning, and I knew that he could do anything he wanted with me.

This time I was the one who initiated the kiss, pressing my lips to his wet mouth as he began to finger-fuck me. My legs were open wide now. I did my best to control the waves of passion that surged through my body, but it was useless, and suddenly I climaxed, throwing back my head as a loud scream issued from my open mouth.

It took a long minute for me to settle down and control myself, and when I did I saw Lewis grinning at me. “I’m not done with you yet, lady,” he said as he pushed me off his lap onto the sofa, then stood up and began to undress.

I watched with great interest as Lewis undid his belt, then unzipped his bulging shorts and pushed them down. Oh my God! There in front of me was nine inches of hard, beautiful black cock. The mushroom head was almost the size of a golf ball, but of a deep ebony color.

Lewis didn’t have to say a word to me; I knew what I had to do. I slid off the sofa and got down on my knees in front of him. I took in the beauty of that cock for a long moment, its nine inches pointing straight at me, before taking the large head between my parted lips. I couldn’t get much more than the head into my mouth, but I swirled my tongue around it, moving my lips back and forth. Then, without warning, I felt three powerful spurts of hot come shoot into my throat, and I swallowed them down with pleasure.

Well, that was just the beginning. My three-day weekend turned out to be a lot more fun than I had anticipated — though not nearly as restful.