“You know. I like you. You remind me of my Mama.”
“Thanks … I guess.”
Anne wasn’t feeling like his Mama. Anne was feeling wet between the legs.
“I don’t mean like an old Mama … more like a hot Mama.”
Luckily for Raphael the phone buzzed to send him back to the counselor. Although there was a side exit for clients Raphael came back in through to get his duffle back of clothing and stuff. They talked a little while, Raphael telling her he would be back in a couple of days.
Anne had to slip out to enjoy Ed’s big cock in the pool house again that night. As much as she enjoyed it she found herself cumming while thinking it was Raphael’s black cock shooting seed deep into her cheating cunt. It was a wipeout orgasm for Anne. She cleaned herself a little and sneaked back into her own bed with her husband none the wiser.
She told Carl about Raphael the next morning as they shared breakfast.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the next time he comes in I can bring him home. Maybe get his clothes washed, him cleaned up so he can look for a job.”
“That might help. We’ve got two guest bedrooms in the basement. Maybe let him sleep in a real bed a couple of nights. Get him pointed in the right direction.”
Anne had a slightly different scenario. Maybe let him point his black cock in the right direction at her constantly wet pussy and push hard. The idea sent her to the pool house with Ed and his young and eager cock right after dinner when Carl needed to go back to the office a little while. Of course, Carl was letting a new hire’s wife show him a little gratitude for her husband’s job.
The next morning Carl left early for a meeting before work with the crews. Kind of a pep talk he liked to do from time to time. Anne had Ed over in their bed pep talking her horny married cunt before he had to catch the bus. This was the first morning Anne had gone in with such a cunt full of cum. She liked being at her desk with seed oozing from her slit. She fucked Ed again that night and quietly slipped back into bed with Carl.
Right after lunch the next day Raphael came in again to see the counselor, his real reason being to see Anne. The fortyish little Mormon wife had caused him to jack off several times since he had seen her last. She greeted him cheerfully with him having no idea of the offer she was about to make.
“Hey, Miss Anne. I made the twenty last. Bought a sausage muffin for breakfast with the last two dollars this morning. How ya been?”
“I’ve been fine Raphael. Been thinking of you.”
“Thinking of me? Why would you be thinking of me?”
“Just hoping you were okay and safe.”
“That’s mighty nice of you Miss Anne.”
“Well, just call me Anne when no one else is near.”
“Okay, Miss Anne.”
“Raphael … no one is around.”
“Oh … oh! Okay … Anne.”
“Listen, Raphael, my husband said I should bring you home tonight, let you get a shower, and spend a couple of nights in our basement guest room.”
“You folks would do that for me?”
“Sure. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. I don’t volunteer on Fridays. I can take you by Goodwill for some better clothes, maybe a haircut, see a movie … or something.”