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My recently married wife, Megan, and I have been struggling financially. After some convincing (on my end) we have finally agreed that renting out our spare room will be the best way to cover our costs.
My wife is a 28 year old brunette. She has very perky c cup tits and the best ass I’ve ever seen. She’s pretty fit and takes very good care of herself. I don’t know how I landed such a perfect woman, but she chose me for some reason… a nerdy guy who has always been on the scrawny side.
“Well I guess it’s official…” I say posting our ad for our spare bedroom online. “You won’t be able to wear your underwear around the house once we get a tenant.” I say chuckling.
She looks down disappointed. “Ya this kinda sucks… I feel more comfortable wearing underwear, but whatever.”
I give you a kiss, “It’s not forever, just until we get some of this mortgage paid off.” I say.
Days turn to weeks, which turn to months. We have zero offers on our spare room. We are starting to get desperate, after many failed attempts to market our ad. Money is getting tight as well. One day I nervously walk into our living room… “Honey, I have an idea.” I say.
“What’s that?” She asks.
“So I found a government program that pays double if we allow a recently released inmate to live with us…” I say.
Megan looks at me annoyed, “Ya right… letting a criminal live with us… what a great idea. Especially since you travel for work quite a bit.”
After some convincing she finally rolls her eyes and agrees… “Well now you definitely cannot wear your underwear around the house.” I chuckle.
She laughs, “Definitely not.”
We get accepted in to the program and the following Sunday our new tenant is set to arrive.
That Sunday, we finish cleaning and you are getting ready in our bathroom when I hear the doorbell. I walk to the door to an officer. He has me sign some paperwork then looks at me saying “Good luck”. Turning around he waves his hand and walks back to his squad car. Out of the passenger’s seat exits another officer, who opens the backdoor letting out, what may be, the scariest looking man I’ve ever seen.
Standing at 6’5/275+ lbs is a rough look black man. He’s much older than Megan and me. Covered in tattoos on his face and down his arms, I gulp. The officers take his cuff off and shake his hand. The one officer who came to the door, gave me a nervous look and nodding, he gets in his squad car. They pull out. I nervously extend my hand to the intimidating black man walking up to me. “Hi I’m….”
“I’m Jamal.” He hands me his bag. “Where’s my room?” He asks in a gruff voice.
I look down and turn around saying “This way”.
He follows me inside, where Megan is walking out of our room looking nice… I hear the shakiness in her voice, “Oh! Ummm hi… I’m Megan.” I see her eyes are big looking him up and down.
Jamal smirks at her. “Jamal…” He looks at her hungrily and there’s silence as she stands shocked.
“Your room is this way…” I say, leading him to the spare bedroom.
Jamal spends the rest of the day getting settled and that night, Megan and I get in to bed. We talk about Jamal nervously. You eventually say, “I’m sure he’s not a bad guy anymore… they wouldn’t allow him to live with us if he were still dangerous… right?”
I shrug. “I guess so… All I know is that you definitely cannot wear your underwear around the house anymore.”
Megan chuckles, agreeing.
We go to bed, but Megan lays in bed awake. A little nervous and a little curious, it takes hours for her to finally drift off to bed.
The next morning, I wake up earlier to leave for work. I kiss Megan on the forehead and leave. Hours later, Megan wakes up still half asleep. Forgetting that Jamal has moved in, and our conversation last night, she goes to the underwear drawer. She picks out her comfortable bra, which shows ample cleavage and thong. She rubs her eyes as she walks to the kitchen. As she begins to pass through the living room, she freezes. Jamal is sitting on the couch folding his clothes.
He looks up smirking “Daaamn girl. One day out of jail and I get to see this?”
Megan blushes, “Oh shit… I’m sorry, I forgot you moved in… I’ll go change.” She turns to walk back to our bedroom when Jamal says..
“Don’t be sorry, I’m not complaining. I’m 58 years old, I’ve seen worse.”
Megan turns around and says “I just don’t think it’s appropriate. My husband wouldn;t appreciate it.”
“You more comfortable wearing underwear… aren’t you.” He growls.
Megan nods looking down.
“I do too…” Jamal says.
She looks up at his ugly tattooed face saying, “Really? You do?”
He nods. “Haven’t been able to lounge in my underwear for fifteen years now… since I’ve been in prison. I’d like to be able to do that again.” He says adjusting himself. “I won’t tell…” He adds.
Not wanting to upset him, Megan slowly nods.”Well… um… okay. As long as it’s for your comfort…” She says. Megan feels intimidated.
Jamal stands up. With his frame towering over her, he takes his shirt off exposing his girthy upperbody (he has a fat stomach, but is still muscular). Megan gulps and can’t help but stare as he pulls down his joggers. He’s wearing tight underwear, exposing what is (by far) the largest bulge she has ever seen. Megan’s mouth drops, not being able to help staring at his crotch.
He looks at her, his ugly face forms a smirk. “You don’t mind right?” He says grabbing at his bulge.
“Um… whatever makes you comfortable…” She says blushing. “I’m going to go and make coffee.” she adds trying to get away from the situation.
Jamal chuckles, nodding. He watches her young fit ass jiggle as she walks to the kitchen. “Damn…” He mutters as she walks away.
Megan hears him, and she feels her cheeks grow red. As she makes coffee, she steals looks in to the living room. She can’t help but try to get a look of his giant bulge. She is conflicted, he is so much older, rough, and ugly. She does not find him attractive, but the sheer size of his frame (and bulge), doubled with his intimidation factor, is driving her crazy.
Megan sips her coffee and rubs her legs together.The friction is not enough to give her any pleasure, but she can’t sit still. ‘I need to leave the house and calm down.’ She says to herself.
Once finished with her coffee, she walks through the living room. Jamal stands up smirking at her “don’t you feel more comfortable now?” He says. His voice booms.
She looks over and sees him standing there tracing the outline of his, now growing, bulge. She stops in her tracks watching this. “Very much so.” she says spell bound.
Jamal now caressing his bulge says, “Got any plans.?”
Megan nods, “Yes, I need to get changed now.” and starts walking to our room. She looks back one last time to see Jamal gripping his bulge, watching her walk. Without thinking she grabs at the waistband of her thong pulling it up. Showing more of her ass and hips, she says “I’ll see you later then.”
Once in our bedroom, Megan feels a wave of guilt and gets ready for the day. Putting on a casual outfit, Megan calms down. While exiting the front door, she looks back at Jamal saying, “have a good day.” She sees him rubbing his bulge. She bites her lip and leaves.
That night I come home late. Jamal is not at home and I find Megan in our bathroom.
“Honey, you’re home.” She says, jumping on me. “Come here.” She adds, directing me to the bed. She gets on top of me, undressing me.
“Whats gotten in to you?!” I say excitedly as she pulls out my 5 inch cock and sliding it in her pussy.
“Just shut up.” She says starting to ride. “Are you all the way in?” she asks.
“Yes… fuck…” I say
“Are you sure?” She asks
I nod grabbing her perfect hips and ass. The sudden excitement makes me cum. Looking down at me disappointed, Megan says. “Nice.” angrily with a hint of sarcasm. She rolls over and goes to the bathroom for a while.
She comes out later looking relaxed. “Sorry honey I just missed you.” She says.
We get ready for bed and quickly fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up early to go to work again.
Megan wakes up a little later. Her pussy aches from the lack of pleasure she is receiving from me. She hasn’t told me, but I have not made her cum since before we got engaged.
Her mind immediately goes to Jamal. A smile forms on her face as she walks to the underwear drawer. She picks out a g string thong and a crop top that shows a bit of her underboob. After brushing her teeth, Megan looks at herself in the mirror. She arches her back looking at her perfect round ass. She pulls the waistband as high as it can go. She pinches her nipples to make them hard. She puts her hair in a ponytail and walks in to the living room. Jamal is there in his underwear.
“Good morning Jamal.” Megan says smiling as she walks in confidently.
“Well damn… good morning. You looking fine today.” He says grabbing at his giant bulge.
“Oh well thank you.” Megan says shifting her weight on one leg. “We didn;t see you last night where were you?” she adds.
“Went to a dive to get a drink… came back later.” He says.
“Oh did you meet anyone?” Megan asks turning around to pretend to adjust a painting on the wall. Her ass jiggles as she moves.
“Tried to. Came back empty handed…” He says
“Aw poor guy.” She turns around seeing that he is caressing his bulge. Biting her lip Megan watches. ‘You hand definitely isn’t empty right now’. She thinks to herself.
“I’m going to be doing chores today. So if you need anything then don’t hesitate to ask.” Megan says walking to the kitchen swaying her hips.
“Mind showing me how to work the laundry?” He asks
Brewing her soffe, Megan nods “Of course I can. I’ll meet you over there in a minute.”
Jamal gets up grabbing his crotch. “See you over there.”
After drinking her coffee, Megan walks to the laundry room. Jamal is standing there with a small load waiting to be washed. He is wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitting joggers. Megan immediately sees the outline of his bulge.
Megan walks to the washer. She bends down to check and see if there is a load on wet laundry in there. She bands more, arching her back. The g string rides up and Jamal looks seeing the outline of her asshole on each side of the thin piece of fabric.
“Mmmm” he groans, rubbing his crotch.
“Oh I have some clothes I need to put in the dryer. Let me grab them.” she says not looking up
Jamal nods looking at her hungrily.
Megan gets on her knees to open the door of the washer. Looking up she asks “Can I pass these to you and you put them in?”
“Yea you can.” Jamal says towering over her. His crotch is perfectly at face height for her on her knees.
She hands him a handful of clothes staring at the outline of his crotch. He takes the clothes. As he puts the clothes in the wash, she notices his waistband fall a little. Every time she hands him an article of clothing, his waistband falls a little more.
Before long, his waistband is showing his pubic area. Biting her lip, she hands him more clothes. The waistband falls more and now she is starting to see the beginning of his shaft. He looks down, knowing what he is doing. She is so spellbound that she doesn’t look up.
Megan hands over a few more articles of clothing, and now his waistband is showing 4 inches of what looks to be a thick and veiny black cock. Megan hands him the last articles of clothing. As he puts them away, his waistband fall even more. 6 inches and we’re not even close to the head.
Megan stares and Jamal looks down. “I should probably add these to my load of laundry.” He says.
She nods “Ok” grabbing the waistband she pulls down Jamals joggers. His semi hard cock flops out. “Oh my God.” Megan says.
Jamal chuckles looking down. Megan reaches out to grab all 9 inches of his semi hard cock. Her hand does not fully make it around the thickness of his shaft.
She rubs and caresses his cock without saying a word. She is spellbound. She feels it getting harder in her hand. Inch by inch Jamal’s cock stands strong and veiny at 11 inches. Megan looks up at him pleadingly. “Oh my God… sir.” she strokes Jamal’s cock.
He smiles at her and nods. “Go ahead…” he orders.
She looks back down at his cock and hungrily starts licking and slobbering on it. Megan licks his full shaft and wraps her lips around his head.
“Fifteen years, no . This is exactly what I need baby.” He moans.
She starts taking him in her mouth. She greedily sucks his cock. Looking up at him pleadingly.
“Mmmm you like taking convict cock don’t you, you white slut.” He asks.
Megan nods “mmmmhmmm”. She moans with his cock in her mouth.
“Does your husband have a cock like this?” He asks
Megan takes his cock out of her mouth. His precum dripping, “No, not even close.” She says taking his cock back in her mouth. Her tongue circling his head.
“Mmmm get up. Show me your bedroom.” he orders.
“Yes sir.” Megan says submissively.
She gets up leading him to our room. He gropes her ass along the way “Mmmm baby, your ass is perfect”. Jamal says as they enter our bedroom. He slaps Megan’s ass and gropes her tits. She moans as he roughly gropes and takes her clothes off.
He lays down and she climbs on top of him. Sliding his cock in her pussy, she guides herself down moaning loudly. “Yea ride that thug black cock baby.” He says.
“Oh daaaddy…” She moans, beginning to move her hips.
She gropes her perfect c cup tits and ass as she works his cock. He pulls her down and holds her as he begins to violently thrust his cock in and out of her hard and fast. All she can do is scream and she squirts and quickly cums on his cock. Only a minute goes by and her body goes limp.
He turns her over and violently uses her pussy from behind. She manages to let out guttural moans as he makes her cum again. He pulls out and she shakes from being fucked so hard. He takes her ass and slides his cock in her asshole. “She hasn;t done anal in a long time, but is too spent to fight it. Jamal slowly slides his thick cock in and out of her asshole. He fucks long and slow, then pulls out flipping her over. He cums thick ropes on her face, moaning loudly. She parts her lips as he rubs his head on her mouths taking in his cock.
He fucks her in missionary. Her small coos are replaced with long moans as she cums yet again. Groping her tits, Jamal cums again. He rolls over breathing heavily.
Jamal pulls Megan on top on him. He slides his softening cock in her used pussy. They slowly fucks hile he gropes her ass. Her limp body laying on top, Jamal sees a text from me on Megan’s phone.
“Hey Honey. Gonna be out of town this weekend for work.”
“Looks like your hubby is gonna be out of town this weekend.” He shows her.
Megan smirks, “Perfect.”
“Just so happens, my friend is also getting out of prison this Saturday…” Jamal says…
To be continued…
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