Big Jake

Jake was to come build the new work shop this week and at the last minute Tim called me from work and said he had to go to Miami for a few days to check on one of his real estate projects and did I want to come along for the ride. I could shop, lie in the sun, have room service and use the hotel spa everyday. Let me think do I want to go along just for the ride. Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell I can fake a good fuck when I have to. We spent the week in Miami and I was a good girl, horny all the time, saw a few hunks around the pool and went out dancing one night and did a few spins on the dance floor with a couple hot Latin lovers, god what I could do with them for one night. But I was a good wife, damn it!

We got home the following Monday and Tim saw that old Jake had finished the tool / storage shed and was please with the way the old man had organized the work shop area. Saturday of that week Tim had got home from his golf game and was out in his new work shop when I drove in from being out on a mission of mercy…I had to help keep the economy going I was shopping. When I went out to see Tim and what he was doing…he told me that he had some bad news. Old Jake had died Friday night and his son, Jake Jr. or as the family called him big Jake. Tim said the man stood over 6′ 7″ and had to weight 275# and he said I just missed the son by 5 minutes.

“Oh Tim the poor old guy,” I had tears in my eyes and Tim saw me crying. “Tim that was a fine old man he was one of a kind, I’m going to miss him!” I wiped the tears away, fuck just when I had a good thing going that old bastard up died on me.

“Yap and it seems a few other women will also.”

I looked my hubby, what the fuck is he talking about. “Marca it seems Jake had a few lady friends on the side, ladies he was doing work for, his son just spent the last hour telling me that his father had more than 8 women he was doing handy man stuff for and having sex with them also.

“HE WHAT, HE WAS FUCKING WHO?”

“Marca that’s not like you to use langues like that, what got into you?”

“Sorry dear, just felt like he took advantage of me, ah I mean us, working here and I was feeling sorry for him, thinking he was a lonely old man.”

“Will he took advangaes of one of the ladies one time to many, seem he was in the act of having sex with one and the husband came home early and shot old Jake in the bedroom of the couples house.”

Tim went on to tell me that old Jake’s son who had his own landscape and lawn service was going to take his place and do repairs and yard work. It seems that old man Jake had only kept about 10 clients and let his son have all the rest. I knew why we were one of the old man\’s chosen 10…I guess the other had something going on the side also.

“Marca…I told the son, Big Jake to come around next week and get with you…he needed to meet you since you would be the one he would be dealing with on the yard and repairs… since I am always gone…! Oh it seems Mr. Jake might have suffered a slight heart attack sometime within past few months!”

“Oh and he kept working?”

“It seems the old guy had a girl friend and was doing her and about 2 or 3 hours later fell over at home. he came clean when the doctor pushed him as to what he had been up to that caused him to suffer his 5th or 6th attack in the last 5 years!”

“So that was when he told the doctor he had been with a woman? Ah, did he, ah did he say who it was?”

“Big Jake his son just said it was one his customers. Damn I bet it was some old woman who was not getting any at home and old Jake was taking care of her!”

Tim chuckled and I smiled like yap that is funny.

I just nodded and didn’t say much about it…this may be just what I needed to get a fresh start and get back on the right road to being a perfect wife. A week to 10 days went by when one morning around 9 a truck pulled up and a black man with 2 Mexicans got out and started getting mowers and weed eaters out of the truck…who the hell is that? Oh that must be old Jake’s son and his crew to do the yard. Three men…poor old Jake took half a day to do the place…these guys will be gone in an hour. Dressed in my usual house attire of shorts and a skimpy top…today it was a halter top and it made my 40DD hard to hide. Best I go out to introduce myself to old Jake’s son. I saw the tall black guy head to the back yard and I went out the patio French doors.

“Hello,” I spoke to him over the noise of the mower, as I put my hand out to shake his. “I am Marca…and you are…?”

“Ms. Marca I am Big Jake…will Jake Jr.”

He was checking me out as he tried to make small talk about the yard and what his father had told him what I like before he died. Damn I wonder did he tell everything!

As he explained all this my eyes could not help but notice his muscular chest beneath the white tee shirt he wore. His calves and thighs were also well sculpted, I noted. I felt a tingle I shouldn’t, not when talking to a new hired help…god no girl…don’t go there. Perhaps it was the way he looked at me, or the softness of his voice. I do not mean to imply that he was coming on to me in any way. I could sense electricity in the air as we spoke. Our small talk ended and he went about his business. I, however, had lost all ability to concentrate on my house work, preferring to sneak glances at Big Jake as he and the two short fat Mexicans worked.

Over the course of the next three month, I found myself eagerly anticipating ‘lawn care days’. I would be sure to look my best when I knew Big Jake would be about, and I found myself having naughty ideas about him in places of his father. I don’t feel guilty about what I had done with the old man…I was just fantasized about the old black men. I wonder if it was true…like father like son…! I certainly had no intention of ever acting on them…I got past the wild few times I had with old man Jake and Tim never found out…why push it…no way…!.

Than one day the bathroom sink had a leak under the counter and I called Old Jake’s number with out thinking and a recording came on telling me to leave my name and number. An hour later I got a call from Big Jake and I told him my problem and he said he would be at my place in the morning. That night I told Tim about the problem in the guest bathroom and that Jake’s son was coming in the morning to fix it…or he was sending someone. Than, like most married couples while in bed in the dark; Tim wanted to talk.

“Damn that son of his is a big guy…did you get to see him?”

“Yes I met him a few weeks ago…he has a crew with him so they are all business here and gone in an hour…poor old Jake took all day!” (One hour working…two hours fucking me) I was impressed with him the first time he came by with his father…very professional…looked like a guy who was a linebacker in the NFL…I bet he pumps iron…!”

Than Tim was feeling horny…as always the first thing he did when he wants some ass is reach over, and give my breast a gentle squeeze. He whispered, “You have me hard baby…god I been thinking about you all day…thinking of your beauty…I know other men look and want what I have…!”

I could feel that little prick of his growing to its full length…all four-inches and I got a knot in my stomach…wow oh boy all for me…damn luck…! He climbed on top of me, inserted that small cock in my almost wet pussy and started his nightly calisthenics

“I love you, too, honey.” I responded and turned to kiss him so we could get this over with. “Tim…what you just said…a minute ago…does it turn you on to know that other men look at me…think about having me?”

“Oh Marca…don’t say that…I know it’s wrong on my part…I see them looking…yes…I get excited thinking about it. You…them watching…!”

I was surprised he said that much…I notice the expansion in my pussy lips…hell it was turning me on to think that Tim might watch me fuck some stud. Tim never changed the position he fuck’s me in the, as always the missionary position. I was the one who had to make our sex life more than just a quick fuck. Tim can’t last past 5 minutes on a good night…some times he can’t get it in before he shoots off on my fold or stomach.

There is seldom any sound to his sex except for his grunting when he was close to losing his wad. Once he empties his cum into my pussy, he turns over and falls right to sleep. I lie there with the desire to touch myself so that I can feel fulfilled.
‘Damn Tim was thinking of me fucking some hunk…where could this lead to…!’ In the dark…I reached over to my night stand and got one of my toys from the bottom drawer…got up and went to the bathroom and completed the job that Tim had left unfinished.

I looked at the toy in the bathroom when I turned on the light and saw I had picked up the black one. I finally satisfied myself thinking of fucking a big black hunk…! I climbed in bed next to my unconscious husband, and slept very sound. I woke just as Tim was going out our bedroom and he saw me setup and I smiled at him as I stretched and climbed out of bed to go Pee.

“Marca what time is Jake’s son coming?\” Oh shit that big guy is due here at 9…”Soon …bye honey sees you tonight…call me if you have time…love you…!”
I had my shower did a few touch up’s on shaving my legs and mound…did my make up, hair and was ready to see the world…or ready for the world to see me. I put on a pair of shorts and a matching top…this was a sexy looking set of very, very short shorts and a tight matching tank top. I stood in front of my full length mirror and saw that the outline of my pussy lips showed though the thin material and needless to say my nipples were like head lights on high beam. A pair of 3 inch corked sandals rounded off the look…the heels gave my ass that nice full look as it made it stand out.

He was very punctual. The doorbell rang at exactly 8:45. I opened the door and said, “Morning Jake…nice to see you again! Please come in.” My smile was wide and his look told me he liked the effect I had made to look hot and sexy. “I am doing great Ms. Marca…that is what my father said he called you…is that right Ms. Marca…!”

“Yes…he does…do…!”

“By the way all my friends call me Big Jake…that way we know who in the family you are talking about…!”

“Oh…ok…Big Jake it is…!”

“Let me show you which sink I have the problem with…!” With that Big Jake picked up his tool box and followed me up the stairs and I could feel his eyes on my ass as I made my way up the steps and I did put a little extra into my wiggle. I showed him the bathroom and got down on all fours to point out where it was leaking…I felt the shorts run up my ass crack and with no underwear on I knew he saw my cheeks full and round. I got up and turned away to walk out of the room for him to do his thing…I made sure he got a good look at me before I walked away. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him quickly look away. I knew I had his interest completely and smiled. I went to my bedroom to make up the bed and start cleaning up my bath.

Some of you may ask what I don’t have a maid to do all this…will I have a woman come in twice a month to do a full cleaning and this makes it easy for me to do light clean in between her heavy duty cleaning.

About 45 minutes later Big Jake knocked on my door and called out…”Ms. Marca I’m all finished…!” I came out of the bath room wiping my hands on a towel and said to him. “How much do I make the check for…?” He looked at me and I could see the look he was giving me…like father like son…!

“Oh you can pay me the same way you always paid dad…that is good enough with me…!” Oh…he knew…old man Jake had told him…be cool girl.

“That was always a check…!”

“My dad said he enjoyed the way you paid him for the work he did on your work shed…!”

Oh Jesus Christ…. I froze…I was at a lost for words. “In fact Ms. Marca why don’t we just take some time and talk about how much work you will be needing me to do, when, and how…!” By this time he had walked up next to me and stood towering over me. He reached for my breast and said, “Dad said you had a nice set of tits for a married woman and your ass isn’t bad either. I got news for Dad…you is fine… married or not…you are built for it…as he said you were.”
I blushed and said, “Thank you I guess…so your father told you everything…?”

“Yes ma\’am, even my crew has it bad for you…when I heard you made dad feel young again…I knew I had to start doing your yard and repairs…!”

“Well, Big Jake…is your cock as big as your father’s?”

“Yaw wants to see if I come from the same stock…?” Marca you better say no girl…if he is like old man Jake…youre a goner. You know you can\’t turn him down…better say no.

“Yes, love to see it…I guess we have a deal…same as your father and I had…!” Ms Marca if that’s all right with you, it will be just fine with me!”

He took off his belt and dropped his pants and when he did the most massive prick I had ever seen fell from his body. It had to be at least twelve inches long. I was in awe. My god he had old man Jake beat by 4 inches it seemed. I wanted to touch it and see how it felt. I wanted to lick it and see how it tasted and I wanted to put it in my wet pussy and know what it felt like to be humped with something that large.

Jake reached down to the floor and got his tape messure off his belt, “Here sweet thing check to see if it is big enough for you.”

I took the tape and ran it the full length of his black monster, oh my god.

I didn’t even bother to ask his permission, I just took that cock in my hand as I went to my knees and stuck it in my mouth. It was immense and stretched my lips wide. It tasted a little salty, maybe he had cum recently. But I liked the taste. I licked it and stroked it…

I looked up at him as I had my mouth full of his dark meat and the look on his face told it all…we had a deal…so much for my saying no. “Damn dad said you love cock…big cock and I think he was right about you enjoying sex to the fullest.” I nodded as I took both hands to his shaft and balls pulled back some to get a deep breath and not looking at him I said. “Your wife must have a nice pussy too, I’m sure. You and your wife go at it a lot…?”

“I am not married!”

“Oh…I see…!”

“So if you are thinking about some wife getting in our way… I am pretty free to come see you everyday…if you need me…!”

“Ms. Marca…my father said you have got the greatest cunt that a woman could have.”

“Oh, Jake…I mean Big Jake I think your dad was just saying that…!”.

“Does your husband know just how hot a fuck you are woman?”

“Oh…look you got to know… I love my husband. He is the most wonderful man in the world. But, he just can’t keep up with my needs in our bedroom…his sex is not that good….you get my drift…!”

“So my dad said…you need it big like we got…right baby…?”

“He can’t give me the orgasms that shake my world. I’m sure that if he knew that I had others to take his place he would die…male thing you know…I don’t love anyone but my Tim…But I need what only a big cock can give me.”

Jesus…my pussy began to throb with anticipation. I stood and moved to my bed that I had just stripped the sheets off. “How good you are with that beautiful instrument you have between your legs,” I said as I sat back on the bed and pulled my top off and rested on my elbows. He reached down and pulled my shorts off my ass and down my long tanned legs.

“Just leave them there, I am not going to need them for a while,” and he took off the rest of his things. “Do we need a condom…I am clean…god tell me you are…but don’t lie…!”

“Nothing big boobs…I am clean…nothing…!”

When he was undressed…I saw him in his full nude hard black body…a black Greek god…shit he had it all…his muscles had muscles…and a cock to go with all this. With his shirt off he revealed to me a massive chest without a hair on it and a six-pack stomach. I was more than impressed. My entire body craved having his black physique explore me and make me one of his hoes. My juices started trickling down my legs. As big as he was, physically and sexually, he was very gentle when he begins. He took it slow, kissing my breasts…sucking on my nipples, licking my shaved pussy.

He looked up between my legs and told me he liked his woman to be clean shaven…my pussy was pretty and soft.

“I’m glad you like it that way,” I said, “It makes my clit easier to find.”

“Oh, I likes that, I do! I’m going to kiss it for a while, are until you beg me to stop…!” I smiled and spread my legs. Big Jake unlike his father liked oral…doing it on me…! He had a nice strong tongue and he knew exactly how to use it. He flicked my clit and swirled that tongue around the inside of my pussy. He sucked on my clit and fingered it and he flicked it with his tongue some more. He flicked that wonderful pink flipper in and out of my pussy like it was the head of a penis and my juices flowed begging for more. I had four strong orgasms just from his tongue and we were only starting.

Then he took a break from my moist pussy and explored my breast, gently like they were delicate flowers he ran his tongue over the nipples and they became erect and hard. He sucked the nipples and nipped them between his teeth. It tingled, hurt a little, and felt good. Big Jake tried to take the whole breast into his mouth and sucked it in and out for about five minutes.

He was fingering my pussy at the same time, keeping it wet and the juices flowing. I could feel my clit growing harder and I was eager to feel that big black cock in my hot, wet pussy. I pushed my pelvis towards his hand as he fingered me, letting him know I wanted more and he took the hint. I felt his penis become larger and stiffer and I moaned with anticipation of it entering my waiting cavity.

I reached down to feel his cock…god he was thick…and the head was like a big plum setting on his dark log. I wondered if it would even make it past the lips of my small cavity. Hell it would…never had one yet that couldn’t get it in. It certainly had been a while since I had anything that large in there; not even my massive dildo was that big.

He reached down, pushed my hand away and inserted the head of his penis in the mouth of my vagina. It was hard and when he applied pressure on it I could feel the fold slip inward as he pushed a couple of inches in. It felt big…warm… then hot and then as it made its way into me; I felt fantastic. I wanted to keep this feeling deep inside of me. I wanted this pleasure to last. Finally, I let out a loud moan and he smiled. “You like that, Ms. Marca,” he asked me. “You like the feel of that big cock in that tight little pussy of yours? I know I like that tight little pussy around my big dick.”

“Oh yes, Jake, I like that a lot. You may be the only one who thinks my pussy is tight and little…!”

“You will be broken in before long…that husband of yours may just need to jerk off after you had me a few times…!”

“Damn Jake your nasty…I love it when you talk to me like that. Now fuck me good…you big dick ass hole…fuck me like a whore…like the whore I am…! Go on stretch my pussy so that only your dick will make me happy.”

At that he lifted his buttocks and began to pump in slow long strokes into my now enlarging pussy. It made my walls stretched beyond anyone else before him…my god he was big thick…yet it felt so amazing. It seemed his whole penis would not fit into my pussy. I tried to help it go deeper by ramming my pelvis towards him as he came towards me but I could see we might need to do this a few times before we got it right…thank god…! I screamed, and moaned and clawed at him for more. I didn’t want him to stop.

He was good and he had stamina. He wasn’t a five minute wonder like Tim. For the next three hours he pounded my sore, swollen pussy with that beautiful cock of his. He was fucking my pussy until I was raw. I did it on top of him…on all fours…standing…him setting in a chair…me standing bent over dog style…on the floor on his back on my back…spoon style…69…! I had more orgasms in those three hours than I had in the past three months with Tim. My cunt was filled to the top with his cream. Finally Jake collapsed, all of his seed exhausted. He lay on top of me; his massive cock shrinking back to a limp stage…if one that size can shrink. He rolled off my convulsing body and lay next to me. We rested for about ten-minutes.

He turned to me and said, “Do you need me twice a month…or once a week…by the way…your paid up for the month on the lawn and any minor repairs…!”

I laughed out loud, set up on my elbow and looked down at his long limp black snake…”We better just make this once a month…but…I do get to take half a day to pay my bill don’t I…?”

“I knew you’d be good at that,” he said, and got up and dressed and I watched him zip his pants up.

I chuckled and turned to him. “Your father told you all about me…I think he told you too much…you know me better than I thought you did.”

He started toward the bedroom door…stopping to put his boots on. “I know a lot more than you think I do.” When I felt strong enough, I crawled off the bed, put on a robe and walked to my bath…as I went into the bath…I called out to him…”Jake let yourself out…see you in a week or so…are sooner if something breaks…!” I went and took a long hot bubble bath and rested my over worked pussy and my butt was sore…god he had squeezed my butt so much I might have bruises on it. Time got away from me and I knew Tim would be home soon. When I finished soaking, I went and started dinner and when Tim arrived I met him at the door with a big kiss. “You seem happy today, honey,” he said.

“Yes, I had a good day, sweetheart,” I told him, “and I fixed your favorite dinner. I hope you’re hungry.”

“I’m starved, ” he said as we sat down to eat. He obviously didn’t even notice the gentle way I sat my sore ass down. After dinner we talked of his day and he asked about mine. I lied and told him that I just did house stuff and talked on the phone with my girls and I had a great bitch session.

He asked, “So are you real tired?”

I said, “No, not really, but I’m horny for you. Will you take me upstairs and eat me and then fuck me with your marvelous dick?” I knew this would get him excited.

He smiled, stood up, lifted me into his arms, and carried me upstairs. He threw me onto the bed and ripped off his clothes; then he ripped off mine. He bent over to kiss me and I let him lick my mouth for a short time. Then I spread my legs and pushed his head toward my pussy.

“Lick those lips for a while,” I cooed. “And make sure you French kiss that pussy…I feel wicked!”

He said, “Yum, we haven’t done this in a while…!”

He licked the outside, around my clit until it got hard and started to throb with excitement. He sucked my clit and licked it.

I started rhythmically pumping my hips towards his face. I wanted his tongue to fuck my pussy and him to lick Big Jake’s new pussy partner…me. My movements excited him and his tongue finally made its way into the gaping hole that was once my tight little pussy. He flicked and slurped and sucked up any cream I might have missed when I cleaned up…I felt as if I got it all…but as deep as Jake was, some might still be coming down my tunnel.

I was thinking of that thick seed that Jake had deposited into what was once Tim’s tight little pussy. I climaxed with a convulsion as Tim ate me out. I think it must have been the knowledge that he had no idea he might be sucking a black, man’s cream…if I had any left…in my pussy. It was pleasing me to have him do so. For the first time since our first few weeks of marriage, I felt fulfilled somewhat…by Tim. To return the favor I just jerked him off…that didn’t take long…we both slept well that night.

The next morning the cycle began again. Tim was really happy that morning; he had not gotten a hand job from me in a week or so. He kept saying, “You were wonderful last night.” I smiled and said, “So were you, I needed you to go down on me more than just once in awhile, it felt delicious.” “Marca I’d do that for you every night if you wanted.”

“Mmmmmm,” I sighed, “that would be really nice.”

To be continued….