There are days that don’t go anything like how you thought they would. Take for instance what happened to me a few years back. What I thought was going to be a relaxing day back home, turned into one of the most intense episodes of my life. Just thinking about it now make my heart pound and my dick stiffen. Let me explain.

It was late summer, just a couple of weeks before the kids would be heading back to school. I was at the office of the electrical contracting company where I’m co-owner. That afternoon, I was supposed to going around town to supervise some of the jobs we were working on. Then I got word that city inspectors found problems at two of the sites I was going to, which would pause work for at least a week. My partner Eddie called with the bad news.

“Listen Jeff”, he said, “It’ll be ok, just a few days delay. Meanwhile, don’t worry about the 3rd street job. I’ll be down that way this afternoon, and I’ll take a look at things.”

So, suddenly, I found myself with the rest of the day free. A pretty rare occurrence for me, so I decided to knock off a few hours early. I figured I could head home for lunch, help my wife Amy with some stuff around the house, and if the kids were distracted, perhaps a little “afternoon delight” as well. I hopped in my car and sped home.

As I got off the freeway and rounded the corner to our neighborhood, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I saw my 14 year-old daughter Chrissie’s bike in front of her best friend Shauna’s house. It was laying on it’s side, as if she had jumped off without putting the kickstand down. There was a quick flash of light brown hair as my little girl hurried through the front door. She obviously didn’t see me, as her back was to the road.

Now, this would normally not be unusual. Chrissie and Shauna were inseparable. They were always at each other’s house, or ridding around on their bikes. They made a bit of an odd couple, since Shauna was so much taller, with dark black skin with short cropped hair. Chrissie, on the other hand, was short, even for her age, with long brown hair and her mother’s porcelain complexion. But they were both bubbly, energetic girls who seemed to be constantly in motion.

Today, however, this was unexpected. I knew that Shauna, her brother and their mother were out of town, visiting relatives. Nobody would be home except for the father, Ralph, who worked from his home office. What was my daughter doing there? I figured she must have left something at her friend’s house and was there to retrieve it. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and waited. Minutes passed and Chrissie failed to emerge.

Deep inside me, a strange feeling began to stir. Barely perceptible to my conscious mind. A sensation of dread and excitement somehow combined. I got out of the car and made my way to to the front door. It had been left slightly ajar. Quietly, I slipped inside.

I don’t know why I didn’t call out Chrissie’s name. Something told me to stay quiet. I looked around, but the house seemed empty at first. Then I heard something. Voices? It was coming from down the hallway to where the master bedroom was. I turned and slowly walked towards the noise. On the ground, I saw my daughter’s shoes and socks discarded haphazardly. Then, crumpled in the corner, I saw something else. I didn’t recognize it at first, but then a chill ran up my spine and my heart leapt to my throat. It was her panties.

I heard more voices from the other side of the closed bedroom door, and what sounded like giggling. I wanted to open that door, to see what I knew must be going on in there, but couldn’t believe was true. Then I remembered something.

Off to the right was a small office/guest bedroom adjacent to the master bedroom. A few weeks earlier, I had helped Ralph Harris install some shelving and lighting in the closet of that room. Somehow, during the work, Ralph had managed to knock a small hole in the wall between the two rooms. I remembered chiding my friend that, despite being such a big, muscular guy, he was kind-of a klutz. Ralph laughed and replied that was why he became a CPA instead of a pro-athlete.

I wondered if Ralph had ever gotten around to patching that hole. I knew his wife was always complaining how he left various repair projects half done. If I was lucky, that wall would be unpatched. I dashed over to the smaller room and carefully slid open the closet. There it was, about a foot off the ground, two inches wide. I got down on the floor, put my eye up to the opening, and held my breath.

I bit my lip to keep from reacting to what I saw. There, on the bed, sat my 14 year-old daughter and the 42 year-old father of her best friend. Both were topless, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Ralph’s muscular arms enveloped the petite teen, his large left hand cupping her bare ass. His other hand kneaded one of her firm, peach sized breasts. He bent his head down and began suckling on the other breast. Chrissie moaned softly. Then I saw the older man insert a finger into her swelling cunt. She gave a quick yelp, her breathing quickened as he began moving it in and out of her tight teen snatch.

Chrissie’s small frame seemed like it was being enveloped by the tall, muscular black man. Her tiny hand reached out and began caressing his crotch. She squeezed the growing tent in his pants as Ralph grunted approvingly. She began fumbling with his fly.

Part of me thought, “I should stop this”, but the tingling in my groin and my own growing erection overruled the rational part of my brain. I wondered how this had happened. Was this rendezvous planned? My mind raced. Had they done this before?

Ralph had become inpatient with Chrissie’s fumbling. “Here girl,” he said, “let me help you with that.” He reached down and unzipped his pants. My teen daughter yanked them down and then his underwear. Out flopped his cock.

Now, it’s really not true what they say about black men. In reality, race has nothing to do with penis size. What does correlate with the size of the member is the size of the man it’s attached to, and as I said, Ralph Harris was a very big man. His dick definitely reflected that. Long, thick and veiny, it stood proudly from his crotch. Chrissie gasped, then smiled appreciatively. Her tiny hand grasped the monster, just barely able to circle it’s girth. She began rubbing it up and down, Ralph moaning I pleasure as his dick, impossibly, grew even more.

From my position on the closet floor, I found myself having to shift as my own boner grew. Almost unconsciously, I started rubbing it slowly through the fabric of my pants. I continued to be fixated on the scene before me.

Chrissie’s tongue protruded and wet her lips. She slid down off the bed, kneeling before the large black man. Tentatively, she licked the tip. “Mmmmm,” she reacted. She bent down further and kissed the head, then began licking up and down the length of the shaft.

“You like how that cock taste?”, asked Ralph. The 14 year-old nodded affirmatively. She then moved back up the to the top of his dick, opened her mouth and took in the first couple inches of Ralph’s member. Her head started bobbing up and down, gradually taking in more and more. Her cheeks started bulging as saliva coated the older man’s shaft. He placed one hand on the back of her head and began guiding her motion. Gently at first, up and down, a little more disappearing into he throat each time. About half-way down, Chrissie started to gag. She tried to pull off, but Ralph held her head in place with his strong hand. “Easy little girl,” he spoke softly, “Just relax, breath through your nose.” With that, my daughter seemed to relax, the gagging sounds stopped, and he continued sucking on Ralph’s cock.