Sweating profusely, Brent dropped the last box on the tiled floor of his apartment. “This is the last one,” he panted, wiping his forehead with his forearm.
“Good job, baby,” Amanda replied, unpacking some clothes on the living room floor. She was impressed with her husband’s efforts to unload the goods into the moving truck, especially considering he wasn’t the blue-collar type.
She looked at her husband again and saw that he was having difficulty breathing. “Get a Gatorade from the refrigerator. I’ll just pour some drinks in there.”
He smiled and nodded: “Thank you, Miss.”
Amanda watched as he opened the bottle and poured the thirst-quenching drink into his mouth. Brent wasn’t very tall, standing about five feet eight inches tall, maybe an inch shorter than the average male height. His physique was also quite ordinary, as her husband didn’t like the gym, let alone leisure sports. He had just turned twenty-seven, and Amanda couldn’t help but notice that her husband was starting to show some early signs of aging. Brent’s baldness seemed to be progressing rapidly, and the late nights spent on the computer were not doing much to his looks or energy level. Amanda sighed involuntarily, remembering how young and energetic her husband was when they met in college. That was just seven years ago.
Brent noticed her sigh and asked, “Baby, what happened?” He wiped the excess Gatorade off his chin as soon as the words left his mouth.
Amanda smiled, clearing the stupid negativity from her mind, “It’s nothing, sweetheart. I’m just tired.”
This wasn’t entirely a bad thing, she reminded herself. Brent is now a successful software developer with relative financial independence. Amanda and Brent had recently decided to move to a quieter part of the country, and Brent could now manage his business from almost anywhere. Tired of the constant chaos of Southern California, they chose a quiet suburb a few hours’ drive from Chicago. It was a beautiful place, but their new home would take several months to complete. At the same time, they found a luxurious apartment building about five minutes from their future home. Even more important than their strong financial position is that Amanda and her husband also have a great spiritual connection. They were both conservatives and interested in science, technology, and fiction. They were both shy and a bit nerdy, especially Brent.
“Come here.” Suddenly, Darius’ voice came from the hallway outside. Amanda looked up, feeling the tension inside her again. Six foot four inches tall, two hundred thirty pounds, and muscular, he stepped into the entryway. He was holding Amanda’s dresser. She looked up and couldn’t help but notice the big rippling muscles on his dark skin. They had met Darius a month earlier during their first visit to the apartment complex, and Amanda always felt an electric feeling when he was around. Strange, really, Amanda didn’t often find herself attracted to black men, but there was something about Darius that attracted her. Her husband’s voice pulled her out of her inappropriate gaze. “Let me help you,” Brent said lovingly as he slid toward the door.
“Don’t worry. I get it,” Darius replied, walking smoothly past her into the foyer.
“You can’t help much anyway,” Darius thought.
Darius loved Brent. He seemed like a nice guy, but he also seemed unorganized and lacking in confidence, and he wasn’t helping much with unloading the truck. “I should have accepted the money.” Darius regretted it and pushed the thought out of his mind. He had met the couple a month earlier when they were looking for an apartment in the building. When he realized they were walking across the hall, he thought it would be only fair to help.
“Oh my god, Darius, how can you move that thing?” Amanda wondered. The dresser must have weighed two hundred pounds, and it took two movers to load it back onto the truck in California. “Thank you so much for your help,” she added.
“No problem, sugar,” Darius replied. “Where do you want it?”
“Please come to our bedroom,” Amanda replied sweetly.
While Darius is more than happy to tolerate Brent, he really likes Amanda. “Who wouldn’t?” he thought to himself. Sure, she looked a little shy, with her healthy black hair tied back in a bun and reading glasses obscuring her lovely face. She also dresses quite conservatively. The few times he saw her, she was always wearing bulky dresses or baggy jeans, neither of which suited her. Still, Darius could tell that Amanda had a great body. This afternoon, as he helped unload the truck, he noticed her plump buttocks several times. Even now, he could see the outline of her large breasts under the fabric of her shirt. Although she may have been low-key initially, Darius found Amanda to be a very attractive woman, whose attractiveness was enhanced by her charming personality. He wasn’t quite sure how her ordinary-looking husband had managed to find her.
“Fuck yes!” Brent yelled, coming over.
It was evening, and boxes were scattered around the new apartment. The bedroom was dark, but the moonlight provided some visibility, and Brent ended abruptly. It’s an awkward lovemaking session, but it’s still technically a husband and wife baptizing their new relationship.
Amanda looked at Brent and cried out. “No, baby. I haven’t got mine,” she pleaded. Brent and Amanda’s sex life hasn’t been going well the past few months, with Brent being too busy most nights. However, Amanda is willing to give her husband leeway. After all, she was under a lot of pressure to coordinate the move and keep the business going.
Although she was willing to understand, naturally she would not deny it. Amanda squirmed, her womanhood clearly irritated and dissatisfied with her husband’s efforts. It was frustrating because on the rare occasions they did have sex, Brent would ejaculate too early. The problem was compounded by the harsh fact that Amanda’s husband was not very talented to begin with. On a good day Brent’s was about five inches long and not much more in thickness. She looked down at his cock, which was now swollen and hidden by his unkempt pubic hair. Amanda had not had much sexual experience before meeting her husband, and lately she couldn’t help but notice an unfamiliar desire… for more.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” Brent replied, feeling an all-too-familiar feeling of powerlessness. His wife was a beautiful woman, and he resented his inability to give her what she deserved. “This is so stressful,” he thought to himself. He glanced down at his less-than-perfect manhood, and his perverted thoughts returned to that shameful, recurring thought.
Amanda bit her lip, her nipples hardening. For some reason she felt incredibly horny. Suddenly, a memory of a well-built Darius flashed through her mind. She was suddenly surprised, her face flushed and she was embarrassed that her thoughts had wandered to such a place. She shook the image away, but couldn’t stop herself from spreading her legs for her husband and begging. “Maybe you could use that magical tongue of yours?” she blushed, she had never asked for a blowjob after sex before. For some reason, Amanda desperately needed to be popular.
Brent was surprised by the request, and he hesitated for a moment to fulfill it, considering the strange fact that he had just finished her. “Don’t be silly.” Then he thought about it and realized he had no one to blame but himself. He looked at his beautiful wife who was squeezing her big natural breasts together and pinching her pink nipples. Brent had rarely seen her so aroused, and he began to regret his premature ejaculation even more. His eyes tracked her petite figure down to her slim stomach and shapely hips. Soon he had all the inspiration he needed. Brent pressed his lips to her pussy and began to passionately kiss and lick her cunt with his tongue.
Amanda thought that for all of Brent’s faults, there was no denying that he had a very good tongue. Her hands were clutching the sheets, her wedding ring glinting in the moonlight. Soon, she came.
Later in the week, Amanda went for a morning run. Unlike her husband, she likes to take some time to stay fit. She immediately realized how much better the air quality in the area was. She shuddered when she remembered the noise and smog of California. Her mind was wandering, but her heartbeat was pounding faster than hers. Suddenly, her left ankle snapped unexpectedly and buckled on the asphalt. A sharp pain shot through her leg and she fell to the ground with a loud thud.
“Fuck!” she yelled, grabbing her ankle. She knew instantly it was a sprain. Amanda wiped the redness from her palms, composed herself, and tried to stand up. She soon realized that trying to get back to her apartment was a nearly impossible task. Brent was rushing around outside trying to set up his home network, but she had no choice but to call him for help. The humiliation was compounded when she noticed a new crack on her phone screen. She sighed, but before she could click the contact and call Brent, a deep voice came from the street.
“Amanda! Are you okay?”
Her heart began to beat faster when she saw Darius jogging in the opposite direction. She suddenly felt embarrassed and now all her weight was on her right leg, limping.
“Are you okay?” he repeated, coming closer.
Amanda replied: “Oh, not really. I think I sprained my ankle.”
Darius nodded, his body covered in thick sweat. Amanda noticed that he looked calm and that his breathing didn’t seem labored from running. “I saw you slipping on all this trash,” she said, kicking loose pieces of asphalt onto the grass. “These guys need to do a better job maintaining the roads.”
“I shouldn’t have run so close to the edge,” Amanda admitted.
“Can you walk?” Darius asked, already knowing she probably couldn’t.
“I don’t think so. I was just about to call Brent to pick me up,” she confirmed.
“We’re only half a mile from here. I’ll take you back.” Darius requested, hoping she would accept. This was the first time he had seen her without her glasses, and he noticed her lovely brown eyes. Darius looked at her, enjoying the sight of her large breasts hugging her running tank top, while her ass looked plump in her pink lycra shorts. As he suspected, Amanda had the body of a murderer.
Amanda suddenly felt embarrassed, unsure, “I-uh. It’s a long way. I should probably call Brent.”
“Nonsense,” Darius insisted, “you’re as light as a feather, and I’m going back.” He smiled at her, and Amanda felt uneasy inside again.
“Umm. Oh, okay,” she stuttered, not wanting to seem rude. And if she had to wait for her husband, she would have to stand on the side of the road for an hour.
Before she could say anything else, Darius bent down and caught her in his arms. Amanda took a breath and before she knew it, she was in the big man’s arms. She was surprised at how easily he picked her up, and she was even more impressed by how effortlessly he seemed to keep up with her. She smelled his musk and his sweat from running, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. In fact, somehow, it was intoxicating. She looked down at her feet and saw that his large black hands were holding her fair thighs, his fingers pressing into her skin for support. Ridiculously, she felt heat between her thighs. “What’s wrong with me?” she thought, feeling ashamed of herself.
Darius enjoyed the moment more than Amanda did. This woman was absolutely beautiful and she smelled incredible. He couldn’t help but glance as her breasts bounced with her movements. However, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and kept his eyes on the road most of the time.
“Are you okay?” she offered when they were halfway there.
“Yes,” Amanda replied, feeling oddly safe in his arms.
When they finally got to the front door, Amanda was surprised to see Darius pull out his keys and enter her apartment. Before she could react, he gently placed her on the couch and walked into the kitchen. “Be right back, sugar.”
Amanda looked around her living room. She was impressed by how beautifully arranged the room was. She ran her hands over the suede couch and leaned back on the pillows, waiting for him.
Darius soon returned with an ice pack and some sort of herbal oil, she immediately noticed that it smelled very pleasant.
He sat down next to her and quickly brought her legs up to his feet. It all happened very quickly, and Amanda suddenly realized that Brent would not be happy with the photo.
“Maybe I should wait for Brent,” she offered awkwardly.
Darius replied confidently, “Let me put ice on it first so it doesn’t swell up too much.” She deftly untied her left shoe and quickly took it off, removing her socks as well. Exposing her feet to Darius and making those butterflies dance again.
He held her womanly feet in his large hands and Amanda whimpered as the ice pack touched her ankles. “Cold,” she smiled.
Darius smiled at her and said, “I love the polish on those toes.” He continued to move the snowflakes smartly over her ankles and feet, excited that he was taking care of her beautiful feet.
The two of them sat there relatively quietly, the sexual tension between them was palpable. Amanda had never experienced a moment like this. She was shy, reserved and reserved and she had always avoided boys growing up. Since her marriage, she had never allowed another man to touch her, let alone another man to be as close to her as she was. She was constantly amazed by Darius’ confidence and ability to take control of every situation, no matter how small. “He’s so manly,” she couldn’t help but notice, his biceps shaking as he moved ice packs around her legs.
Then Darius slowly removed the bag and placed it on the floor in front of them. He leaned back and suddenly began massaging her legs with quick, sensual strokes. Amanda panicked and, trying to protect her husband, awkwardly said, “I’m not sure Brent would agree to that.” She was embarrassed by the comment.
“Why not?” Darius replied, “I’m a physical therapist, remember? That’s what I do for a living.”
Amanda thought about what Darius had mentioned earlier and felt even more embarrassed. “Of course,” she replied, the situation suddenly giving her a much-needed excuse to feel vindicated. Before she could say anything else, Darius placed her left foot on his crotch and reached for her right leg. As he began to unlace her front shoe, Amanda felt her heel hit something large.
Warmth was spreading through his shorts and she could feel the thickness of his manhood. Almost breathlessly, she quickly moved her legs closer to his knees. Suddenly, her own heat began spreading between her thighs. She was amazed at her reaction to this man, her body had never betrayed her. “I really need to get this together,” Amanda thought.
Darius didn’t respond, but he loved that Amanda had touched his cock with her foot. Her other sock came off and she expertly sprayed herbal oil on her hands, quickly rubbing them together. Darius immediately began massaging her feet and Amanda threw her head back in pleasure. He was skilled, rubbing them with subtle force to relax her. Soon, he was massaging her calves as well, massaging them with a professional touch.
They occasionally looked into each other’s eyes and whenever they did, Amanda’s stomach fluttered with excitement. Amanda couldn’t remember ever being in a room filled with such palpable sexual tension that both frightened and aroused her. She had to constantly remind herself that Darius was a trained professional and was only here to treat her illness.
“Feeling good?” he asked.
“That sounds incredible,” Amanda replied, smiling. “I’ll have to ask Brent to learn this technique.” Whatever the reason, her thoughts kept bringing her husband back to the forefront. Amanda thinks it’s a defense mechanism.
“I’d be happy to teach him.” Darius smiled, “How is your ankle?”
“Feels better,” Amanda said as she felt it. She flexed her leg and the pain lessened considerably. “How?”
Darius laughed and added, “The oil has anti-inflammatory properties and it works really well. I also like to think that I’m good at what I do.”
Before Amanda could answer, she heard a commotion from across the hall. Keys rattled and trunks moved around. Her husband had gone home. Instinctively she sat up and tried to get out the front door.
“Relax,” Darius offered. “Let me help you.”
Brent turned when he heard the door open behind him. He, at least, was surprised to see Darius exit the apartment with Amanda. He soon noticed that his wife was barefoot and limping against Darius’ large frame.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Brent’s mind went to ten different places at the same time.
Amanda smiled bitterly and sweetly, “I’m fine, I sprained my ankle while running.” She raised her head, smiled at Darius and continued, “Darius used some of his healing oil to treat me.”
“It’s alright.” He smiled and gently handed it to Brent. “Feeling better,” he offered.
“Goodbye,” Amanda said, “thank you again.”
“What do you mean she hugged you?” Brent asked a few minutes later in the living room. He felt a strange mix of emotions about what had happened. Brent didn’t hate Darius, but he didn’t like the way he called his wife “sugar.” He also felt a little jealous when he thought of him holding Amanda’s huge body. Suddenly, Brent’s mind went to that inexplicable place, and beneath his discomfort a dangerous excitement rose.
“I can’t walk, dear. I can hardly walk,” Amanda replied, sensing her husband’s discomfort.
“So he just rubbed your ankle?” Brent asked, his heart beating a little faster than it did before he went home.
Amanda nodded, “Yeah, right – and my calves.” She didn’t like lying to her husband. She added, “He used this oil or something from his company. It really helped with the pain and swelling.”
Brent felt something strange inside him. He was an extremely jealous boy growing up, and then a young man. Even in his early years with Amanda, he would get angry if he caught another man looking at her. Now he sits in the living room, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of Darius touching his wife. It’s confusing and a little disturbing.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he offered, which meant several different levels.
“It’s not your fault, dear. I should have looked where I was running, the asphalt on the edge of Brookwood is in bad shape.”
Brent then knelt in front of his wife and took her feet in his hands. He suddenly started rubbing them gently, wanting to please her. Amanda smiled at his gesture but couldn’t stop herself from immediately comparing his touch to Darius’. Darius’ hands were bigger and stronger. He also used a well-trained technique that really eased her pain. Brent moved his thumb back and forth, uncertain. Still, Amanda smiled at her husband and thanked him for his efforts.
