("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Paint Job by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com) *** We were getting our house painted. I was at work but returned early only to witness how a harmless incident turned out to be an erotic eye-opener for me about my wife's rather submissive behaviour. And of course one after another "painter" got the benefit of her doubt. (MMF, wife, husb-voy, bi, intr, size, orgy) *** A thick coat of paint in my innocent wife's pussy: My wife is very naïve and innocent. Even though we have been married for 10 years, she is still as innocent as a 10 year old. Anyone can fool her. Anyone can make her do anything... she just believes every word of whatever anyone says. And I? Well, I just sigh and roll my eyes and let her be. After all she also takes care of me and has always agreed to whatever I have asked her for. What more could a man ask for? Anyway we decided to paint our house as it had been not painted for nearly three years. As usual, she volunteered to look after the operation all by herself which was good because I am really lazy and do not like to supervise workers for such household chores. We signed a contract with a local company as it was a good offer and they even threw in a free check up and repair for all our plumbing in the house. And since they had a large team, they assured us that they would be able to finish the entire four-bedroom apartment within two days. They were supposed to start on Monday and promised to finish by Tuesday evening. So Monday morning my wife got ready to receive the painters and dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt to be able to supervise the work efficiently. Just as I was ready to drive to work, I saw the company's pickup piled with six workers and loads of paint tubs and all the necessary equipment drive past me toward my house. Relived that I had left even before they started messing up the house, I drove on singing a tune to myself. I reached the office and started my work. I had a couple of meetings lined up and just when a few colleagues and I were going out for lunch, a distressed looking receptionist informed us that the chairman of my company had died of a heart attack in the board room just after an important meeting. We were all stunned. Within minutes an ambulance arrived to take his body away and the entire office environment turned somber. The chief executive officer wisely announced that as a mark of respect for the chairman and to avoid emotional outburst from staff, we close the office for two days. All of use directors agreed and informed our respective staff accordingly. Slight upset with the disheartening news I started my drive back home completely forgetting that I would be in the midst of a messy house with noisy workers everywhere. Upon reaching my home, I realised that there was absolutely no way to park my car and since I didn't want to get a parking ticket to park on the main road, I drove to the nearby shopping mall to park my car safely. I walked back to my house and navigated my way through the jam-packed driveway. The front door was blocked by some ladders etc, so I decided to walk from the backdoor. Even there was no space to walk in so I decided to use the side fire stairway to climb to my study just above the garage to enter the house. I thought I would just hide in the study and read something rather than going down. As it is I knew that they were only going to paint the study on the second day. It sounded very safe. What I didn't count on was the fact that they had already packed my books lining the walls in bookcases. All the bookshelves had also been removed. The bookshelf next to the door was placed there to hide a service window originally built there. Anyway, my comfortable armchair was still there intact so I took off my shoes and slumped inside for a nap even though there was a humming noise everywhere, with low chatting sounds and noises of workers scraping the walls downstairs preparing them for the new coat of painting. About 10 minutes into my sweet nap, I woke up startled by a loud crashing noise followed by a billowed cry of pain from one of the workers. I lay still for a while and listened curiously as my wife shouted with concern, asking if the worker was okay. I heard some groaning and moaning from the worker who had apparently fallen from a ladder when his colleague supporting the ladder went to pee without telling him. I opened the window a bit to see the commotion and saw that worker had actually fallen down at the beginning of the staircase leading downstairs. The ladder had broken into two and two workers were carrying the ladder out to repair it. The injured worker was lying down moaning and clutching his crotch. He had fallen on an overturned wooden stool and that had hit him where it hurts the most. My wife was standing next to him comforting him with sweet words. The workers' supervisor told all the workers who had crowded around to go back to their work. My wife brushed the supervisor away with her hand and told him to see to the work while she handled the injured worker. Then she sat down next to the injured worker, still writhing in pain. I noticed he was a Bangladeshi national and was much tanned. His build was short and stout and his hair was cropped very short. He was wearing faded jeans and a tank top t-shirt with lot of dried paint stains. His big black hands were clutching his crotch and his legs were bent at a 90 degree angle. His face was twisted in pain. My wife, as she would have asked in a similar situation, asked him after she sat down next to him, "I can see it is very painful, what do you want me to do to ease the pain?" He managed a weak smile and said, "Don't worry madam; I don't want to bother you." My wife looked at his face and said, "Oh no, no. It's not a bother, just let me handle it. Just say what you want me to do, and I will do it to help you feel better." I grinned internally at how any man would have understood her simple words. Even the worker, despite his condition, seemed a bit amused. "I think if you just rub here a little, it will be okay," he said as if testing waters. But there was no look of shock or bewilderment on my innocent wife's face. She squatted a little closer to the worker, sitting sideway from him and holding his bent left knee, pried his legs open getting a small shriek of pain from him. Unperturbed she removed his hands from his crotch and replaced them with her own, gently massaging this young black worker's crotch from over his dirty faded jeans. From where I was, I could not see my wife's face but I could see the worker's face clearly. He seemed to have forgotten his pain a bit and was now staring at her round ass just inches away from his face. My wife continued rubbing for a while and asked him if he was feeling better. Of course the bastard was feeling better as I could see him enjoy my sweet wife's hand on his crotch but every time she asked he grimaced and yelped in pain and she continued. After five minutes, he probably decided to go a little further and said, "I think the pain is more inside my thighs." "Is that so," my wife said and asked, "So what should I do?" The worker smiled behind her back and said boldly, "I think you better rub my thighs a little." And with that he opened his legs a bit wider as my wife started massaging his inner thighs sincerely. After a few minutes he asked my wife, "Madam, do you have any balm, like pain-relieving cream or something? I think we better massage some cream then I will be able to feel better and get back to work." "Good idea," my wife said and rushed to get the first aid box from the attic. While she was gone, I saw the worker grinning to himself and adjusting his lumpy crotch. He put his hand inside his jeans and positioned his cock along his "painful" thigh and quickly resumed his grimaced face look and the crouched position just as he saw my wife return. She was hurrying back to him with a small tub of what was moov or iodex cream. She sat down and scooped a large amount of cream with her fingers and turned to him only to realize that he was wearing jeans. "How can I put the cream on your thigh if you are wearing jean?" She asked him, to which he replied, "Don't worry, here, let me take these jeans off to make it easier for you." And he slid his tight faded jeans off to reveal thick hairy and muscular thighs. He was wearing tight trunk briefs and his readjusting had cleverly and conveniently lined his half hard cock along the inner thigh. I could even see the distinct outline of this thick shaft and the mushroom head of his cock through his trunks. My wife didn't seem to notice his thick baby- making snake slithering down and earnestly started rubbing the pain killer cream on his thigh. It was not easy because of the huge amount of curly hair all over his legs but she managed well, at times even colliding her lovely fingers along his cock, which twitched at every contact and lengthened some more. The worker groaned but now the groans had a pleasured edge to them. He was now lying on his back and his legs were spread wide lewdly making his package stand out. As my wife continued her rubbing, he became even bolder and sneaked his long hands to grab her waist, "I better hold it otherwise I might slip down." She eagerly moved a little closer to him so that he could hold her tiny waist in a better grip. "Enough of that...madam, now massage slightly higher," he said and pulled his trunks upwards. As he did that the head of his thick cut engorged cock emerged proudly from the underside. I could see s thin trail of slippery fluid seeping from his piss slit. He noticed it too and asked my wife to wipe it off so that the skin could absorb the cream better. My wife dutifully wiped his leaking cock with the end of her t-shirt and continued her rub. Now she was rubbing just under his ball sack and with his movement his cock was extending out more and more. Soon his entire cock was out of his trunks and jutting out proudly tilting towards my wife's hand because of being so thick and obviously heavy with meat. "I think you better hold this thing with one hand so that you can massage my painful thighs easily," he ordered boldly and my wife complied. She held the base of his thick cock with her left hand and continued her massage. "Here please," he said and lifted his balls out of the trunks completely and held them up. As she slid her hand under the balls he let them go and the balls covered her hand completely. Then he took me by surprise although it didn't affect my wife in any way, "You better hold the balls also with your other hand," he said and she complied dutifully. Now she was just sitting there holding his leaking huge cock with one hand and cupping his hairy black balls with her other hand. Innocently she asked, "oh, then how can I massage now, both my hands are occupied?" He laughed languidly and said, "don't worry the pain is almost gone, but the skin is getting a bit dry maybe you should spit on my balls and use your mouth to spread it around but please don't drop my cock and balls as it is very painful when they touch the dry skin. The friction is way too painful for me." My sweet innocent wife looked at him like a tender loving caring mother, bent down, steadying herself by planted her knees on the floor and started spitting and licking his balls with her mouth while holding the heavy set of the worker's cock and balls. Just then the supervisor, a thick set black Nigerian man, walked up. He stood dumbfounded in his tracks but seeing the situation quickly assumed his supervisory role, adjusting his fast growing cock. He was a man of about 65 and seemed like another unhygienic fellow like the worker. As he openly played with his cock by putting his hand inside his trousers, he started instructing my wife. "Madam, I think his cock is swollen because of the fall. I hope it doesn't get infected, see the amount of liquid coming out," he said sitting very close to my wife. He put his hand on her shoulders and said, "I think the poor boy is in utter pain look at his cock. You better massage it with you mouth. Better not touch with your hand, it looks too tender and your rough skin my make it break into rashes." My sweet innocent wife, who until now had only seen my cock's action and that too only in her pussy, actually relieved that there was someone else to give her instructions, quickly slid her mouth on the worker's engorged cock. As the big mushroom head hit her mouth, the worker groaned in pleasure. My wife took the groan for pain and started sucking faster. The old Nigerian, by now had freed his gigantic black uncut cock from the confined of his stained trousers and was stroking it slowly. It was really huge and made me worry about the safety of my wife's pussy. He moved behind my wife and said in a flat tone, "You better take off your shorts, they really getting dirty and since you do not have any access to laundry too. Here. Let me help you, just raise your ass up slightly... umm... not so fast... give me a minute while I unbutton your shorts. Now, yeah, that's a good girl." With that the willful and conniving old black man, tugged at my wife's shorts waistband and tugged them down together with her panty in one swift moment and just as she registered her surprise, he smiled and winked at her, adding in a deep baritone voice, "Of course it's a mistake and I apologise that I accidentally removed your panties as well. But it's a good mistake since now you can also save the trouble of wearing dirty panties tomorrow. Right?" It might have been slightly difficult for my poor wife to understand that logic with her mouth full of a big pulsating cock leaking pre-cum constantly and her hands busy massaging the massive hairy balls of the Bangladeshi worker. But she did a good job and nodded her thanks. Then the Nigerian old man lied down just behind my wife. His magnificent and rock hard black uncut cock was brushing my wife's blatantly exposed pussy "innocently" every now and then. I also saw how, he scooped some his raw pre-cum on two fingers and lightly started rubbing my wife's brazenly displayed pussy lips. From my position, I could even see her pussy lips glistening and shining with the black Nigerian's pre- fuck juice. Black Nigerian also started penetrating his thick black calloused fingers into her slick pussy hole ever so slightly. When my wife stopped, just for one moment, to steady her in that rather uncomfortable position of swatting down, the Nigerian old man grabbed the godsend opportunity, "Madam, you look tired and I can see, the swelling in his rod is not yet gone. So why don't you make yourself comfortable? I really don't mind if you move behind and sit on me." My wife was probably actually tired sitting there for the last 30 minutes and must have been thankful for that instruction and suggestion so she raised her bare ass and splayed pussy which had been carefully lubricated by the pre-cum of a giant black uncut cock and slowly sat down. Her knees must have really hurt because as fast as she had raised herself, she descended down equally fast and perhaps she was so fast and tired that she couldn't get off that giant cock that punctured her pussy with its spear like (although a very, very blunt spear) thick purple head. If she had not been sincere in sucking the Bangladeshi worker's cock, she might have screamed, but like I said before my wife's innocence and dedication to any cause is really worth commending and thus, she endured that one quick thrust that impaled her pussy on that really impossibly thick and long cock. In her dedication to serve the man lying in front of her and writhing in pain (at least to her pure mind) she suffered the urgent and forceful thrusts of the black Nigerian as he gradually increased the tempo of the pounding of his cock in and out of my wife. After what seemed like was an eternity and after enduring a rather long and painful erection confined in my tight briefs. Anyway what was happening outside was much more exciting right now then to pay any attention to my tiny weenie penis, so I let it be and gazed outside intently to see what my poor wife was being subjected to. Luckily I was just in time to see the Nigerian slam his big black veiny cock one last time inside my wife's hairy pussy and discharge a big load of his black seed deep inside, somewhere close to her womb where my small penis had never been able to venture leaving us childless even after many years of marriage and despite having sex at least once in a month or two. I was getting close to making my wife's dream of having a child finally. So what if it was not me who was actually making a baby in my wife's stomach? Well, so after the father of my future baby finished breeding my wife, he slowly removed his spent cock - still much bigger than my hard penis - from my wife's gapping pussy. I heard a plopping sound and a river of thick ropes of white sperm flowed from my wife's pussy. The black Nigerian quickly scooped all his own cum and pushed it back in her pussy. He pulled her down with her shoulders and made her lie down on her back, knees bent and pressed to her chest. When my wife raised her eyebrows slightly, he laughed heartily and explained, "Madam, I am just ensuring that all my tiny soldiers remained locked inside your fortress till they are able to bond with each other as proof of our friendship." My wife nodded as if she understood but I didn't really get he meaning of what he was saying. The Bangladeshi worker had recovered by now and as he got up from his "hurt" position on the floor, he quickly shed his clothes and helped the Nigerian by pressing my wife's folded legs properly. I dashed to the adjoining attic as now my view was not very good, from the attic window it was easier for me as I could lie down and see directly below me as to what scene was unfolding. I saw the Bangla worker holding my wife's legs down. It was an erotic site to see a half naked black old Nigerian man pulling his spent but still massive uncut cock and to see a virile young almost black Bangladeshi worker standing over my wife in a lying-down-kneeling position with his super hard cock with a thick mushroom head almost touching my wife's freshly fucked pussy which was peeking from under her folded thighs. Such a sweet pussy! How could the hard-cocked Bangladeshi stay away for long so he aimed his cockhead at my wife's pussy tunnel already lubricated generously by the old black Nigerian's thick and copious sperm and slid his seven- inch cock in her pussy just like a hot knife slices a slab of hard butter. He pounded her tucked in pussy for about five minutes and flooded her interiors with his Bangladeshi sperm. I would now never know who the real father of my future child was. And to add to my confusion, three of the other workers climbed the stairs and stood around my wife, one by one, taking out their hard dirty cocks with dried sperm, piss drops and sweat and maybe even shit that might still be sticking there after they might have fucked each other in the ass to relive themselves in the night. That evening, my wife got banged a total of nine times by all the workers and their black Nigerian supervisor. And I just lay there in the attic watching her get bred by the dirty multi-racial workers - there were two Bangladeshi's, one Indian, one Pakistani, one two from Sri Lanka and of course their Nigerian supervisor. I too came three or four times even without touching my penis. Each time they came inside her, they ensured their sperm mixed with each other's seed and remained inside. Her pussy was overflowing with copious amounts of the seven men's sperm. Of course, the workers - having been so busy with breeding my sweet wife, couldn't complete the entire apartment's painting within the promised time and their efficient company extended the painting project by three days. And of course, in nine months time my wife gave birth to a healthy pair of twin boys - jet black in colour with a thick mop of nigger hair on top of their head. What convinced me that their father was the old black Nigerian supervisor was the sight of their crotch which was stunning - even as a day-old babies, their penises - or I better say cocks - were already three-inch long and about a inch thick with a beautiful cover of jet black skin complemented well by a pair each of jet black wrinkled balls that were at least as big as a lime. Months after the boys were born; I hunted the black Nigerian from a slum where he had retired after being sacked from the company. Now he officially lives in our house as I "adopted" him as the grand "father" of my two boys. My wife still doesn't know that I saw every moment of her breeding. Now since the black Nigerian moved in, I have seen evidence of thick dried cum in her used panties, I know that I can happily live with my sweet family as long as the black Nigerian is with us. Once he dies, surely he will as he quite old, I will replace him with another black old Nigerian grand "father" for my children till they grow up because once they are teenagers, they can take over their duties as the fucker of my wife. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61