My name is Evelyn and I am a thirty-five-year-old, happily married woman. My husband, Wes, is a very successful man, and we consider ourselves fortunate in our relationship. One time and one time only, I engaged in a sexual activity outside our bedroom, and it was a blowjob I’m going to remember the rest of my life.
We were having some landscaping work done on our property, and Josh was the foreman on the job. He is a very tan and muscular man, but I really paid no attention to him until he asked to use the phone. I went into the next room but could overhear him angrily talking to his girlfriend. “Listen, I don’t want excuses. When I get home you be in your black high heels and ready to suck my cock.” With that, he slammed down the receiver, and saw me in the doorway.
Josh walked over to where I was standing, close enough so I could smell the sweat on his body. I started to stammer something about how he was positively a throwback to the Dark Ages, but he put his finger to my lips to quiet me and asked me how come my cunt was so wet. Before I could answer, he reached down and masturbated me while standing in the doorway. It was an astonishing turn-on! For the next few days, I avoided him and tried to convince myself that he wasn’t the man of my fantasies.
The next week he again asked to use the phone and told me to stay while he made the call. After his phone call, he walked over to me and, putting his hands on my shoulders, said, “Let’s see how well you suck cock.” My fingers were trembling, and I couldn’t believe that I was actually ready to do whatever he asked. The pungent smell of sweat and urine filled my nostrils as I pulled his large prick out of his pants. It was much thicker than my husband’s, but I started to lick and suck it with abandon.
Josh looked down at me as I performed the sluttiest blowjob of my life. He told me to look up at him while I sucked and asked me if this was the first time I’d ever done anything like this. Without missing a beat and not taking my eyes off him, I moaned a guttural “yes” around his big cock. At this he smiled and started pushing in and out of my mouth in strokes like fucking.
Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to rub it across my face, saying that he did not want my love, my money, my friendship; all he wanted was to see this rich bitch give better head than his girlfriend. As he stuffed his fat Rick back into my mouth, I hoped that that was just what I was doing. A few moments later, Josh pulled out again and began to pump jet after jet of thick white come over my face.
After what seemed like minutes, he stopped coming and began to rub the come all over my face with his cock. He asked me if my pussy was wet, and I told him that I was wetter than I’d ever been. He pushed his cock back into his jeans and then squatted down and again jerked me off, right there on my knees. He said he was going to think about me the rest of the day on the kitchen floor of my million-dollar house with my husband’s landscaper’s come drying on my face.
The moment I heard his truck pull out of the driveway, I pushed three fingers into my tender pussy where his hand had been and had the orgasm of my life!