BBC regularly fixes my married pussy

My name is Marie, I’m 30 years old. My husband Paul and I have been married for 10 years. We live in a small house on the outskirts of town. Paul works as a delivery driver and comes home tired in the evenings. I run the house, cook, and try to do as much as I can. I also sometimes make recipe videos for the internet while our kids are at school.

In the winter, our washing machine broke. Paul didn’t want to bother with the repairs himself, so he found a repairman online. «Hank. Home appliance repair.» An hour later, a tall, black man of about 40 years old arrived with a toolbox. Hank smiled calmly, his hands strong and calloused. Paul quickly explained the problem and left for work. I stayed in the kitchen.

I offered him coffee. While Hank was taking the car apart, we got to talking. He said that he used to work for a large service company, but now he works for himself. We started talking, and I realized it had been a long time since anyone had spoken to me so easily. When the machine started, Hank looked at me a little longer than usual. The bill was small. I paid it, and he left.

The next day, I found his business card in my drawer with a note: «Call me if anything happens.» For some reason, my heart pounded harder. I didn’t throw the card away.

A week later, something broke again, this time the microwave. Paul was at work. Hank arrived for lunch. I was home alone. I loved watching Hank while he was fixing things. And then he came up to me, pulled me close, and said: «Will you let me fuck you?» This turned me on, and his strong arms gripped my waist tightly.

He slid his hand under my dress and inserted his finger into my pussy. I let him do it. And then he fucked me bending me over the kitchen table. It was so unexpected and exciting. His cock entered me filling me, and warmth spread through my body. My legs buckled as he fucked me right there in my kitchen.

His black cock was thicker and longer than my husband’s. And he fucked me roughly pounding into me so hard that I came. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Hank told me that if I ever wanted him to fuck me again, I could always call him.

I lived my normal life for about a month, but I often thought about the sex Hank gave me. So I called him again. I told him what time I’d be home alone, and he came. Hank pinned me to the couch in the living room. I felt his cock. I missed that heat so much, so I asked him to fuck me again.

Hank turned me over and entered me. I was completely wet. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me. Then I realized how much I’d been waiting for this. He fucked me for a long time, then massaged my clit, and I came on his cock while he stayed inside me. And then I felt him cum inside me.

He left me with my uterus covered in his cum, which was dripping into my panties. That evening, our microwave broke again.

I told Paul lying in bed before going to sleep, that we needed to call Hank again. Then he said that I wasn’t indifferent to him, and that’s why I was ready to call him for any repairs. He said that I had fucked many guys before our marriage and often acted like a slut. And now I wanted to fuck the repairman.

I was very surprised by these words from my husband. He also said that he married me because I had always been slutty. I told him that despite this, he still married me, so he got what he wanted.

This conversation turned us both on. And I asked him what he would do if I fucked Hank. He replied that his cock got hard when he imagined Hank fucking me right here at our place.

Then I decided to tell my husband everything. So that night, I told him about how Hank fucked me today, and last time too. I showed him my panties with Hank’s cum dripping into them. Paul looked at it and said he wanted to fuck me right then. So I spread my legs, and Paul took off his shorts, and his cock was really hard. He thrust hard into me and wanted me to tell him what happened.

I told him everything, and Paul fucked me very deeply, but slowly. He asked me if I resisted. I said no, that I really wanted Hank to fuck me. I noticed that Paul wasn’t angry, but very excited and continued fucking me.

It was hard, and then he sped up. And he came, a lot of cum; we hadn’t fucked in a long time. And then he lay on top of me relaxing. I waited to see what would happen next. And Paul asked me to clean his cock, which I did.

I sucked and licked his balls, and his cock started to get hard again. Paul put me on all fours and started fucking me from behind. He fucked my pussy hard, then grabbed my hair and fucked me really hard and harshly. His cock pressed against my pussy so well that I came with a loud scream.

Then he grabbed my ass and continued fucking until he came inside me again. He said: «I like it when you act like a slut again.» I think that was his consent for me to continue fucking Hank.