Miranda's Shopping Trip

"I would never do that, I love you too much." "Thank you so much, I love you too," and she blew a kiss down the line.

Again there was silence.

"Has he found the problem with the TV," Jim enquired.

Miranda put her hand over the mouthpiece and asked the cable guy the question he shook his head, he was beginning to gain a little more confidence in her presence.

"It might not take me so long if there were fewer things distracting me," He grinned. She smiled back at him, she liked this guy.

"He says I'm distracting him," she said again speaking into the phone.

"Distracting him, how?" Jim asked.

"Maybe it's the fact that I'm sat here without any clothes on that the problem."

There was a laugh at the other end of the phone. "I can't believe you, you say the wildest things, can he hear you, you'll embarrass the poor guy."

Miranda smiled to herself.

The cable guy was kneeling back on his haunches looking at her, she smiled at him.

"He can't hear what I'm saying I'm on the other phone," she lied.

"Good for you I don't want him to walk out because you've embarrassed him."

"Like the time you embarrassed me?" She asked

"When was that, I don't remember."

"At your flat when you dared me to remain undressed when your roomy Ken was due back."

There was a laugh at the other end of the line.

"Oh that time."

"Yes that time."

"But you said afterwards that you had enjoyed it, and you didn't even bother to dress when you got the chance, if I remember rightly it was Ken who finished up being embarrassed. You got up and got us all a beer and then you sat in that big arm chair and started playing with yourself, Ken got such a hard on that he had to walk out." Miranda laughed,

"They were fun days weren't they," she sighed. The cable guy was fixing the back on the TV, "Is it okay now," she mouthed silently he nodded and gave her the thumbs up.

"He fixed the TV," she said into the phone.

"Great ask him if he wants paying or will he bill us."

Miranda smiled, "Maybe he will take it in kind save us some cash." She said smiling at the guy.

"I can't believe you said that," Jim replied with a laugh, "I don't know what's come over you."

"Well seeing that I've got no clothes on if I spread my legs for him he might be tempted when he sees what I've got to offer."

The cable guy's eyes opened wide as Miranda spread her legs wide and displayed the intimate delights that up to now had been almost hidden from view. She licked one finger and ran it slowly down her open pussy lips.

"He's considering the offer," she said huskily into the phone.

"You get worse," Jim said.

Miranda ran her finger up and down her open lips then lifted the finger to her lips and sucked on it, she smiled to herself as she could now clearly see the bulge in the front of his overalls.

She eased her self forward so that her hips were now resting on the edge of the sofa still with her legs spread wide she beckoned him to come to her, he shuffled forward on his knees until he was between her open legs. With her free hand, the other still gripping the phone, she pressed his head down between her open thighs. When his tongue first touched her open pussy lips it was as if someone had touched her with a red hot poker, she gasped.

"Are you all right darling," Jim inquired. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she said, "I nearly dropped the phone," she said, desperately trying to control her voice as the cable guy tongue slid deep into the warm wetness of her pussy.

Over the next few minutes she carried a weird conversation, later she couldn't even remember what was said, she just agreed with Jim and said yes in hopefully the right places as the cable guy continued to eat her out. Thankfully Jim was suddenly called away. She dropped the phone on the floor and concentrated fully on the job in hand.

It wasn't hard the get the guy out of his overalls and boxers, the bulge she had noticed earlier was satisfyingly large now she was stroking it in her hands as he was lying besides her feasting on her breasts.

She groaned and clung to him when he finally moved between her legs and she felt the excitement as he penetrated her slipping easily into her well lubricated pussy. He was a very competent lover for a young guy, and she orgasmed several times before he finally deposited his juices into to her more than willing body.

The cable guy stayed for over an hour, he was good and a stayer, he took her several times and when he wilted she obliged by taking him in her mouth and working on him until he was back to full strength again, and after all her hard work he managed her again.

They showered together before he left; he gave her his card saying that if she wanted any servicing doing she could ring him personally. They kissed on the doorstep as his hand gently caressed her breast.

The following morning Miranda was beside herself when she woke up. Immediately, her mind went back to yesterday, when, after an afternoon of torrid sex with the TV repair man, she had again ferociously fell upon her now amazed husband, giving him another incredible night of lovemaking, and her pussy was still tingling.

She touched her lips and found them still swollen and tender. Still, she ran a finger through the already creamy cleft, sighed as she remembered how amazing it was to open the door yesterday, clad only in high heels, the only thing which she was now wearing around the house, loving the way they accentuated her long shapely legs.

She shook her head, what had come over her? From a simple comment about a school play to this? She had always been a faithful and loving wife and she knew that her husband was faithful as well, so there had been no reason for her to act this way, exhibiting herself to neighbors and strangers. And when she saw the look on the TV man's face as she opened the door, well, she lost control was the only way she could explain it. Up until then she had thrilled to be seen, but at that moment it turned to something else, and she knew at that moment that she had to take the next step.

She thought she might be dreaming but for the tenderness in her nether lips and the dampness that now seemed to be occurring every day. She smiled to herself as she felt the sense of pride she'd developed in appearing nude in front of total strangers, from that first exciting trip down to the local store. Where she much to the delight of Mr. Clarke the store owner she had displayed herself in all her natural beauty. She had been worried about the recriminations, but so far there had been none, no phone calls to her husband, no visits. No, it wasn't a dream, it was real and she was loving every naughty second of it.

Her family duties called; however, so she got dressed, today in a simple button through sundress, she wore nothing under it, as she knew it would be coming off as soon as everyone had left the house. Thinking of being again seen naked was already getting her nipples hard, she had to stop that.

When the house was clear she slipped out of the dress excited to be naked again, she cleared away the breakfast things and then made her way upstairs for a shower, as the water cascaded down over her body she wondered what today would bring, she could almost feel her nipples hardening at the thought and she couldn't resist slipping her fingers between her still tender pussy lips and gently rubbing her clit.

The phone rang just as she got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her dripping hair and answered it, it was then she remembered that today was the day the new furniture would be delivered. She'd been in such a state of mind over the last couple of days that she'd forgotten. "Yes, I'm so glad you called, or I'd have forgotten completely." As she listened to the soft tone of man from the furniture store she felt her arousal growing, he didn't realise he was talking to naked woman, she felt her nipples stiffening at the thought. She gave him the directions to her home and they agreed on a time, right after lunch, which would give her a few hours to do her usual chores around the house. As they talked she wished he could see her now; watch his eyes as he took in all her curves, knowing that he would be lusting for her, wanting to do more than only look at her lush body.

"Yes, I'll be ready for them, thanks. In fact, I'm ready now," she said jokingly," her long fingers beginning to probe into her silken wet slit," and she sighed. "Will it be you making the delivery? Her finger probed a bit deeper. But, no, he was only the shipping coordinator; the delivery crew would be seeing her later. Seeing her indeed, she thought.

Her excitement built as she completed her chores, oddly, there were no second thoughts. When the furniture van finally pulled into the driveway she ran to the door, and had it open even before the delivery crew knocked, there were two of them, one standing on the top step his hand raised to knock the other waiting at the bottom. She was surprised to see they were two young black men, but they were even more surprised to see a very attractive white suburban housewife answering the door totally naked.

"Uh, we're here to deliver furniture to a Mrs. Miranda Wood," the guy said a little hesitantly, but before he could finish she interrupted. "Yes, that's me. Please come in," she said standing back she wanted to get away from the open doorway as quickly as possible. In case someone walked by. The two men, both seemingly a little stunned, and Miranda turned, walked into the living room. Not hearing them behind her she turned, nearly laughing as she saw them still standing there, disbelief on their handsome dark faces.

"This way, please," and when she had shown them where she wanted the furniture she explained where the individual pieces would be placed. Her matter of fact attitude and the fact that she seemed totally unconcerned about her nakedness seemed to calm them down and in a few minutes they were removing the old furniture and not long after they had put the last new piece in place. Miranda had taken care not to disturb them, wanting to have some time with them, it was still early.

"Cool drinks before you leave? You've both worked very hard and I do appreciate it." Her eyes took in, their mahogany bodies shining with sweat, their tee-shirts damp from it. She had been watching with approval as those muscular bodies had effortlessly carried the heavy furniture, the bulging muscles so different than her husband's, and she noticed as well the bulges in their tight work pants.

"Thank you, missus, but we really should be leaving," and Miranda could see that their discomfort at her nakedness had returned. She took a deep breath, approached the one who had just spoken to her.

"Please, I'd like to show you how much I appreciate what you have done," and she ran her fingernails down his hard thick arm, both of them sighing at her touch. She turned to the other, her eyes locking on his, dropped her gaze and saw that his bulge had noticeably grown as he watched her touch his partner. When she looked up she saw that he understood a slight smile on his thick lips.

"Charlie, I could sure use a drink about now, how 'bout you?" His eyes never left Miranda's as she continued her taunting of the other man. "Maybe we should go into the kitchen, though," his eyes darting to the windows that overlooked the street.

"Willie, I guess I could use a Coke, yeah," beginning to get the idea. Miranda smiled, took Charlie's large hand in hers and led the way, giving Willie his first good look at her lovely ass.

The two guys leant against the kitchen side as she opened the refrigerator, seemly searching the contents. She bent down to get to the lowest shelf, and as she did she spread her legs, just enough that her pussy came into view beneath her firm ass cheeks, which were spread a bit as well, and she almost blushed to think of the view she was providing. "No Cokes left I'm afraid, but I have some Bud," and came up with three bottles in her hands. She turned, saw that her new acquaintances were wide eyed and smiling, the bulges in their pants now straining to find release.

"Here, let me help you with those," Willie rose, and came over to her; he took two of the bottles from her. Miranda was a bit crestfallen at first, wanting to prolong the teasing, but in a second she was moaning as Willie gently touched her tender nipples with one of the cold bottles. She nearly dropped the third bottle, then she regained her composure enough to set it back in the refrigerator and close the door.

"Lady, I think it's you has to cool off," and he let one of the bottles slip lower, until it was rubbing on her trimmed mound. She groaned, louder this time, her knees quaking, and she leaned back. Willie dropped to his knees, pulled Miranda's legs apart, touching one of the bottles to her nude lips. Her hands went to his head as a louder moan escaped her. She bit her lower lip as she felt the bottle top rubbing within her sodden slit. She pulled his head to her and heard the bottles hit the floor, rolling away unbroken.

Willie stood, picked her up in his strong arms. "Where?" his dark eyes hypnotic as they held hers, her arms around his neck, her mind filled with the warmth of his damp body against hers, and with his sweaty scent, which she found very exciting.

She broke the stare, looked toward the doorway: "Through there, up the stairs. Hurry!" he carried her easily and his friend followed. She pointed in the direction of the guest bedroom, she didn't want to use the master bedroom, being unfaithful to Jim was bad enough but to do it in their bedroom was unthinkable.

Willie set her down gently on the wide bed, he looked down at her laying there her legs slightly parted her pussy lips pouting and wet, "your some hot woman," he grunted. Then he was pulling at his clothes, Miranda let out a gasp as his pants came of and she got a first look at his cock, it looked large and angry, she had never seen one so big.

Naked he climbed on the bed beside her he bent and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and biting it gently Miranda squealed. Then she felt his hands on her pussy opening her up probing into the moist wet depths. She groaned and pressed herself against his hand. She felt the bed sag and looked around to see the other guy had joined them his muscular naked body gleaming in the bright afternoon sunlight.

"You are a horny white bitch," Willie said smiling down at her, "and my friend Bobo and me are going to fuck your white arse with our black dicks till you cry for us to stop." Miranda nearly swooned, now two pairs of hands were exploring her body, groping her breasts opening up and exploring the delights of her pussy.

When Willie at last entered her she cried out as she was stretched as his monster cock eased its way into her hole, she had never experienced anything like it she felt as if any moment he would split her wide open, but slowly she became accustomed to his size and when he began to work himself into her she clutched onto him pleading with him to fuck her harder.

Bobo watched the whole scene before him rubbing his hands along the length of his cock, he watched as Willies cock slid in and out of her pussy and he couldn't wait to be in his place, At last with a cry Willie came, Miranda felt his cum surge into her, she was glad she was on the pill, a black baby would be hard to explain.

Willie withdrew his softening cock and moved from between her open legs, he smiled at his friend, "she got a wonderful tight pussy, my friend, you're going to love her." Bobo slid between her open legs he rubbed the head of his cock over her oozing pussy before opening her up and sliding inside, Miranda grinned at him. "Come to me baby," she said "fuck your little white whore." Miranda blushed; she couldn't believe she was saying these things. Actually pleading for a black delivery driver to fuck her.

Bobo wasn't quite as big as his friend but he certainly gave her, her moneys worth she screamed and moaned and pleaded for more as he pounded into her, when he as last shot his load inside her she gasped her thanks, wrapping her legs around his sweating body and pressing herself up against him not wanting to miss a moment of the pleasure.

Willie glanced at his watch "We got to get a move on lady we got two more loads to get in this after noon, I'd sure like to sample some more of that cute body of yours but we gott'a go." Miranda smiled, she too was a little disappointed to be loosing her lovers. "Can we shower before we go we don't want our next customer to be smelling pussy on us," Willie said grinning.

Miranda slipped off the bed and escorted them through into the large bathroom; she saw her reflection in the full length mirror that covered one wall, her white naked body contrasting with their dark ones. The walk in shower set against one wall was large enough to accommodate all three of them, soon they were enjoying the hot spray and the pleasure as Miranda soaped down their bodies.

She gripped their cocks one in each hand and was pleased when she felt them respond to her caresses then she slid down onto her knees, the black cocks looked inviting already semi hard dripping with water, she gently ran her tongue over each one in turn and was rewarded with gasps of pleasure, then she opened her mouth and took one inside still working the other with her hand.

It was hard a delicious as she sucked it deep into her throat she felt hands gripping on to her hair forcing her to take it even deeper the course black pubic hair rubbed against her nose as she sucked hard working her lips around the monster. When he at last came she almost gagged as his juices filled her throat, she managed to swallow some but the rest burst out splashing her face to be washed away by the streaming water. She repeated the process to the second one with almost the same results. As they dried themselves Miranda would have happily let them take her again but time was pressing, reluctantly the said their farewells, Miranda still naked waved then away as the climbed back into their truck and drove back out onto the road. She sighed as she closed the door on yet another adventure.