How a Housewife Became a Sex Crazed Slut
Copyright© 2026 by Honey Moon
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Donna was feeling neglected by her husband. Against her nature, the pale skinned busty 39 year old redhead started feeling attracted to the young black man mowing her lawn. She was confused by growing more horny than she ever had in her life, just from watching him work! A defective Bikini set everything in motion. Married as a virgin, she was about to take a lover! What unseen force set this all in motion? Would she discover the mastermind who turned a mild mannered woman into a raging slut?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Interracial Black Male White Female Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Porn Theatre
Once again my dear husband ditched me for his damn golf buddies. I had wanted to go out for lunch. Possibly even take in a movie, or maybe a romantic overnight stay in a hotel, but no. He had an afternoon tee-time! I didn’t argue. I was just left simmering in anger when he drove off.
Here I was on a lovely Saturday afternoon, watching a neighbor kid mow the lawn through the living-room window. He looked about seventeen, and had a wiry sort of thin strength in his movements. I’ll be blunt. Hell, I won’t mince words. The gorgeously handsome young man was black, with very dark skin. His dreds gave him a roguish appearance I thought made him look like he should be in Rap or something.
I’m a redhead, with the accompanying very pale skin. I am of a certain age, but I work hard to take care of myself. I had seen him taking quick looks at me in the window each time he turned to mow another strip. I drank my wine and watched him working.
Then I had the sudden thought that maybe he thinks I don’t trust him. It wasn’t my idea to keep watching him. My husband insisted that I made sure he didn’t slack off. Enough of this!I turned from the window, slugged down the last of my wine and ran upstairs. No plan had formed in my mind. I just wanted an excuse to keep watching him in a way that didn’t look like I didn’t trust him to do a good job. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the fact that my husband hadn’t touched me in nearly three months. Who knows?
Anyway, I struggled out of my clothes, and into a green bikini I never had the nerve to wear before. The damn thing fit well in the bottoms. The spaghetti strings made it easy to adjust to my wide hips. The top was another story. Never order a swimsuit on Temu! The tiny twin triangles of fabric could barely hide my overlarge nipples from direct view. Indirectly? It looked like I was hiding a couple of shot glasses! I was showing plenty of side, top, and bottom boob! If I ran while wearing the damn thing, I would bounce right out of it!
I came downstairs, slow and steady and heard the gate as he moved into the back yard. Good. The back was entirely hidden. The stupid stockade style fence my husband insisted on prevented anyone from seeing in. I didn’t want to go public in this ridiculous excuse for a bikini.
I couldn’t figure out why I was just dying to let the lawnmower guy see me though. I wasn’t quite drunk, but felt very strange. Heat was flowing from my middle, into my extremities. I wanted to give the kid a peek! I needed to!
I know it’s cliched, but I grabbed a beach towel and a big bottle of sunblock and went outside into the yard in my bare feet. He glanced at me. The glance turned into a stare. Then I noticed something that was a big boost to my ego. He had grown erect in his loose fitting shorts. My heart nearly skipped a beat. I suddenly felt even warmer.
I had never ‘had’ anyone but my husband. I was a virgin when we married. That’s rare these days, but there you are. My body count, as the content creators say, is one. I had to force myself not to stare. Was it possible to have a penis that big? It must have been how the baggy shorts were bunched up. My inner thermostat went crazy! I was burning up, but in some strange enjoyable way!
“Excuse me!” I called, trying not to sound like some Karen. I waved the sunblock. “Could you lend me a hand?”
“Sure, why not?” He walked over. I tried to keep my eyes on his face as he approached. I’m tall, but he was taller! He was close to seven foot! He looked me up and down. “Should I call you Mrs. Robinson?”
“What?” I felt my face grow even hotter when I realized what he meant. “I, um, about, uh, sunblock, ah, on my back?”
“Mrs. Anderson, your husband hired me to mow the lawn.”
“I, I’m sorry.” I felt like a total idiot. I turned around to walk back to the house, struggling not to openly sob. I didn’t even know him, but his rejection was humiliating. “Please forget this happened.”
“I can’t forget that cake.”
“What?”
“Baby got back!”
“Back of what?”
“Junk in the trunk.”
“My car is in the shop. I cleared everything out so they could repair the rear end damage.”
“Mrs. Anderson, I was telling you that I find your ass to be quite alluring.” He smiled. “Your breasts are astounding, too. You’re a lovely snowflake.”
“Really?” Snowflake? Did he think I go skiing? Who cares! “You really think so?”
“Now you’re fishing for complements.” He laughed. “I can see that you work out a bit. Girl, you balanced it just right. There’s padding in all the right places!”
“Thank you!” My heart was singing! I don’t remember the last time David, my husband, complimented me. “Would you like to rub sunblock on my back?”
“Not in this lifetime.” He said with a smile.
“Oh, okay.” I tried to keep the smile on your face. “The lawn is looking great!”
“I’m just fooling with you.” He said with a laugh. “I can’t risk my girlfriend smelling that stuff on me later when I take her out. She’d kick my ass if she thought I was messing around behind her back again. I can do with a break though. May I join you inside?”
“We, um, inside the house? O-Okay.” I said, resisting the urge to grin like a fool. It had crept up one me, but now I knew what I was experiencing. I haven’t been this aroused in ages! Hell, I was downright horny! I don’t remember ever feeling this turned on in my life! Glory be! This fine young man found me attractive! Did that mean he also found me desirable? Did he want me? I tried to stay calm as I thought dangerous thoughts. “If you want to, come in. May I offer you a beer?”
“I’d like that.” He said, looking me directly in the eyes. “But I’m only seventeen. I turn eighteen next month.”
“Okay.” I said nervously. “Make that a soft drink.”
I led him in. As soon as we were inside, I was shocked to feel him untie the string of the top at the back of my neck. It fell away and my boobs bounced and swayed on their sudden release. I stood there, stunned, with my girls on full display. He untied the other string and the tiny top fluttered to the floor. Without thinking, I spun around and faced him. His eyes were not on mine. I felt a flush spreading over me as he stared almost hungrily at my breasts.
Sure they sagged just a tiny bit, but why wouldn’t they at their size and my age? It sometimes embarrasses me to be an “H”, but being nearly six foot, and with the slight padding I carry, I think I work the look. He seemed to like my breasts. His eyes were locked on them!
“What are you doing!” I gasped, belatedly crossing my arms over my chest. I needed more arm. I wasn’t hiding much all that much. “Why’d you snatch my top off?”
“I was just checking to see if you were serious.”
“Serious?” I whispered stupidly. “About what?”
“Mrs. Anderson, you changed into a bikini eight sizes too small, then came out in the secluded back yard and used that old “Sunblock my back” routine. Finally, you invited me in. Don’t insult my intelligence now by saying you didn’t expect anything to happen!”
“Okay, um, I, I, ah, I’m serious.” I did the only thing I could do to assure him I wasn’t doubting his intellect. I’ll leave such racist nonsense to David! I took a deep breath and untied the bottoms. With a little shimmy, they joined the top on the floor. I was completely naked before a total stranger. “Is that serious enough?”
He closed the patio door, and then pulled the vertical blinds. Then he turned to me. I couldn’t help gulping when he pulled off his tank top. His chest was well muscled, despite him being so slender. His six-pack made me come close to panting. He kicked off his green stained work boots and pulled off his socks. My mind flew in circles. Big feet! Was that saying true? His cock had seemed big in his shorts. Then he pulled them down, boxers and all.
Dear Lord in heaven! What I had seen in his shorts wasn’t my imagination! He was huge! Big, thick, and a beautiful deep mahogany! It pointed directly at me, like it was letting me know that it wanted breach me. My husband’s is a good eight inches, and pale as my own fair skin. This glorious dark monster looked to be at least sixteen inches! That’s twice David’s size! It was even thicker than my wrist. God help my soul. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I suddenly wanted to taste it!
“That, um.” I stammered, feeling the growing wetness between my thighs. “That, uh, that’s big! I mean really big!”
“Does big black cock scare you, snowflake?” He asked with an hard edge in his voice.
“Oh hell no!” I gasped.
I don’t know what I was thinking! I actually wasn’t thinking anything. Right there in the kitchen, without a stitch of clothes on, I dropped to my knees without the slightest hesitation. I leaned forward and kissed the huge purplish head. I swear to God I almost climaxed when warm salty fluid moistened my lips! I kissed it again, and then started licking the shaft all up and down it’s length. Not minding a little hair, I even sucked his balls into my mouth, one after the other. Oh God, they were so big and warm sitting on my tongue!
My cloudy and confused mind blamed David for the sudden attention I was lavishing on this giant penis. He taught me this! On our honeymoon, he had forced me to take him into my mouth when I didn’t want to! Over the years, I had grown accustomed to it. Being accustomed had slowly changed to me enjoying him cumming in my mouth. Nasty as it seemed, I even started to like the salty musky taste. Just as I had eventually learned to like when he occasionally fucks my ass. This, the second cock I had ever touched in my life, was getting my full and complete attention!
Feeling so warm I could have actually had a fever, I took the purple head into my mouth! Being so close to him, I could smell freshly cut grass, gas from the mower, and clean fresh sweat. I took more of him in. I strained to keep my mouth open as wide as I could. The difference in girth was amazing!
“That’s right.” He said huskily. “You take that bone, snowflake!”
I did take it. David can easily get into my throat, but this was far different. I gagged and choked, but finally managed to swallow him down! That’s when it hit me. I was sucking on the cock of some seventeen year old kid I didn’t even know the name of! What did say about me? What would the neighbors think?
Feeling strange mixed emotions about my suddenly unleashed sexuality, I struggled and strained to do something I had never even dreamed of! It took a bit of work, but I finally did it! My nose was buried in his curly black pubic hair! I had the whole thing stuffed down my esophagus! Flailing my arms wildly, I managed to grab his hands. Without thinking, I put them to the sides of my head!
David had made me watch porn a few times with him. I never told him how much I liked the lesbian stuff. I think I might lean a bit towards being bisexual, but have no experience to confirm that. I do remember this exact scenario though, but on the DVD the man and woman were both white white. My unknown lover got the idea! He grabbed my head, and started fucking my face!
I put my hands on his legs to steady myself as that huge thing pumped in and out of my face and down my throat. Breathing was a bit difficult, but I soon got the hang of it! Was this a blow job, or is face fucking something different? I didn’t really care! It was so exciting!
“I’m about to cum!” He suddenly announce. “Better pull out!”
No! I couldn’t have that! My hands left his legs and I grabbed his firm young ass! Digging my fingers into the strong muscles, I would not let him pull out! I urged him to keep thrusting! He resumed pulling my head to him, far more forcefully! Then, with my nose buried tight in his curls, I felt the underside of his cock throb and pulse fiercely! His semen was shooting directly into my stomach!
After he was finished, he slowly pulled out of my mouth. Then something I had never expected happened! He helped me up onto my feet, and then pulled me to him! He kissed me! David never did that! If I sucked his dick, he wouldn’t kiss me until I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash! This young man was pushing his tongue in, where his dick had just been seconds ago! My heart pounded as our tongues moved against each other. I wondered if he could taste the wine I had been drinking as I sucked on his tongue like it was sweet candy.
Then, he took my hand and lead me into the dining room. Strong hands went under my arms as he effortlessly lifted me! He picked me up and sat me right on the dining room table. Part of me noted that I was sitting at David’s place at the head of the table. My naked ass cheeks rested right where his plates and coffee always go!
“Now I’ll return the favor.”
I let out a squeal when his handsome face went right between my thighs! Oh Dear Lord! I was being licked! I was being, eaten! It was something that David would never do!
“That’s dirty!” I gasped. “Stop that!”
“Who says it’s dirty?” He asked, mouth shining with my wetness. “It’s perfectly natural.”
“My husband says it’s filthy!”
“No offense, Mrs. Anderson, but your husband is an ass!”
“It’s Donna!” I shouted as he was returning to his delightful torments. “Now what the hell is your name?”
“Clifton Howard, but my friends call me Cliff.”
“I’m your friend, Cliff!” I cried in my need. “Please don’t stop!”
He didn’t stop! I was embarrassed at not having ‘trimmed’ the bush, so to speak, but Cliff didn’t care that I was a bit unkempt! I felt a weird pride that he was seeing up close that I was a redhead at both ends! It pleased me even more that no stray silver hairs had appeared downstairs yet! Slipping his hands under my ass, he squeezed and kneaded my cheeks as his wonderful tongue darted surprisingly deep into me!
I was humping and squirming under him, as his relentless tonguing continued! He found my clit, something I think David thought was a myth, and my heart raced!
“Oh God yes!” I wailed as I was propelled into the finest orgasm I had experienced in nearly a year! It washed over me in waves of pleasure! It seemed endless! “God! Oh God! Cliff! Yes! Oh please don’t stop! I don’t want this to ever end!”
End it finally did, after I climaxed eight or nine times! Cliff’s face was soaked, as was the table. Did I piddle a bit? No, that wasn’t it. Did I actually...
“Damn girl, you’re a squirter!” He proclaimed as he stood up. “Your honey is everywhere!”
“Um, sorry.” I felt so embarrassed. “I never did that before. I didn’t mean to!”
“Hell, it was fantastic!”
He grabbed his still rock hard cock, and I felt a stab of panic. David, against my wishes and without my knowledge, had a vasectomy about ten years ago. He refused to even think about having children. I had no form of birth control! I had no need of it because of his selfishness.
Now I was naked, and a big beautiful cock was so very close to me. I knew already, but did some frantic counting anyway. I did not like the answer. My biological clock was ticking, but the alarm hadn’t gone off yet! I was ovulating today! I was sure, because I always feel horny while ovulating. Hell, I was hornier than I ever felt before in my entire life! That’s why I was so pissed at David for abandoning me today. I needed to be fucked! I craved it like I had never done before!
“Um, I don’t mean to sound terrible, but do you, um, I mean.” I couldn’t help a nervous giggle. “Got any condoms on you?”
“To mow lawns?” He grinned. “My shorts don’t have pockets.”
He remained standing between my legs, and laid his thick length on me. The head was clear up to my tummy! An inch or so past my belly button. Good Lord! Would it even fit in me? I needed to find out!
Craning my head up, I stared between my breasts at it. It still glistened with my saliva. It looked so dark against my pale skin. We both knew exactly what was coming up next. We both wanted what was coming next! He wanted to fuck me, and I needed to feel that wonderful thing up inside of me! If I didn’t say something right now, it would be a disaster in nine months! I don’t know if it was the wine, but when I opened my mouth to speak, the exact wrong words came rushing out.
“It, it’ll be okay today.” I lied, hoping and praying that I was right, but knowing in my heart that I was absolutely wildly wrong. I knew I had a goofy smile on my face as I committed to the most reckless and insanely impulsive thing I had ever done in my life! “We don’t need one. I’m sure it will be okay. I know I’m safe today. I swear it!”
I really don’t think he believed me. I could see it in his eyes. He knew I was lying. I think he knew why I was lying! Was that going to stop him? Thank God the answer was no! He moved back a bit as I spread my legs wider. He placed the huge swollen head between my thighs, and touched it to my vaginal opening.
“If you’re sure about it.” He said in a gruff voice. “I already have one baby-mamma from mowing lawns last summer. I’m not forcing you, am I?”
“No! Not in the least!” I said, nearly panicking at the thought of us NOT continuing. I didn’t give a damn anymore that I was ovulating today! I was at the point of begging him to fuck me as the lies flowed free! “It’s fine! I’m safe today! Really! I guarantee it! I want you inside of me! Please?”
He nodded, and began pushing into me. I swear! I hit another orgasm before that beautiful organ was even three inches in! He took that as his cue to just ram in the rest! I let out a wail as my body shook! Oh God! He filled me so much! It was glorious!
The table shook under me as he started a powerful even stroking into my body. His youth and stamina was so exciting! Before he started ignoring me sexually, David rarely managed to make love to me after his nightly blowjob. He’d go right to sleep, and I’d stand in the tub riding through one orgasm after another with my hand held shower-massager. I swear, a woman must have invented them!