Brent was sweating profusely as he dropped the final box down onto the tile floor of the apartment. “That’s the last of it.” He breathlessly spoke, wiping his brow with his forearm.
“Good job babe”, Amanda replied, unboxing some of their clothes on the living room floor. She was impressed by her husband’s efforts in unloading the moving truck, especially considering that he wasn’t the blue collar type.
She gave her husband a once over, noticing that he was struggling to catch his breath. “Grab a Gatorade from the fridge. I just stocked it up with some drinks.”
He nodded, smiling, “Thanks, lady.”
Amanda watched as he twisted open the bottle, desperately pouring the thirst quenching drink into his mouth. Brent wasn’t a large man, standing at about five-foot-eight inches tall, he was maybe an inch below average male height. His physique was rather ordinary as well, as her husband wasn’t one for the gym, or even recreational sports for that matter. He had recently turned twenty-seven, and Amanda couldn’t help but notice that her husband was starting to show some early signs of aging. Brent’s bald spot seemed to be growing at a rapid pace, and the late hours he spent on his computer didn’t help with his complexion or energy levels. Amanda unknowingly sighed, remembering how youthful and full of vigor her husband was when they had met at university. That was only seven short years ago.
Brent noticed her sigh, asking, “Whats wrong babe?” He wiped the excess Gatorade from the chin as the words escaped his mouth.
Amanda smiled, shaking the silly negativity from the mind, “Nothing my love. I’m just tired.”
It wasn’t all bad, she reminded herself. Brent was now a successful software developer, with relative financial freedom. Amanda and Brent had recently decided to move to a quieter part of the country, Brent now able to manage his businesses from nearly anywhere. They were tired of the chaotic days that Southern California unrelentingly offered, and opted for a quieter suburb a few hours outside of Chicago. It was a beautiful area, but it would be several months before the construction was completed on their new home. In the meantime, they had found an upscale apartment complex about five minutes away from their future residence. Even more importantly than their well standing finances, Amanda and her husband also connected excellently on a mental level. They were both reserved and shared interests in science, technology, and fiction. They were both rather shy, and both somewhat nerdy, especially Brent.
“Coming through.” The voice of Darius suddenly boomed from the exterior hallway. Amanda looked up, feeling those butterflies in her stomach once again. He’s six-foot-four, two-hundred and thirty-pound muscle-bound frame moved through the entrance. He was carrying Amanda’s dresser. She looked up and couldn’t help but notice his large muscles rippling across his dark complexion. They had met Darius during their initial visit to the apartment complex a month previous, and Amanda always felt an electricity when he was around. It was strange, actually, Amanda didn’t often find herself intrigued by black men, but something about Darius captivated her. Her husband’s voice snapped her out of her inappropriate stare. “Let me help you with that”, Brent kindly offered, shuffling over to the door.
“No worries. I got this.” Darius replied, easily navigating the foyer and moving past him.
‘Not like you’d be much help anyway.’ Darius thought.
Darius liked Brent well enough. He seemed like a nice guy, but he also seemed uncoordinated and unsure, and he wasn’t much help unloading the truck. ‘I should have accepted the money.’ Darius regretted, shaking that thought from his mind. He had ran into the couple a month back, whilst they were scouting the complex for apartments. When he realized they would be moving in across the hall, he felt it only appropriate to lend a hand.
“Jesus Darius, how can you carry that thing?” Amanda blurted in admiration. The dresser must have weighed two-hundred pounds, and it had taken two of the movers to load it on the truck back in California. She added, “Thank you so much for the help.”
“No problem Sugar,” Darius replied. “Where do you want this?”
“In our bedroom, please,” Amanda replied, sweetly.
While Darius was more than happy to tolerate Brent, but he really liked Amanda. ‘What guy wouldn’t?’ He thought to himself. Sure she seemed a tad demure, her healthy brunette hair knotted up and tucked behind her head, reading glasses covering her cute face. She also dressed rather conservatively. The few times he had seen her she was wearing a heavy dress or loose fitting jeans, and neither form fit her in revealing ways. Still, Darius could tell Amanda had a great body. He noticed her plump rear a few times this afternoon when she helped carry things down from the truck. Even now, he could make out the outline of her large breasts beneath the fabric of her shirt. While perhaps initially unassuming, Darius found Amanda to be an extremely attractive woman, amplified further by a lovely personality. He wasn’t quite sure how her seemingly average husband had landed her.
“Fuck yeah!” Brent squealed, cumming.
It was later in the evening, and boxes were scattered about the newly occupied apartment. The bedroom was dark, but moonlight provided some small visibility as Brent spasmed to completion. It was an awkward lovemaking session, but still, it was technically husband and wife christening their new residence.
Amanda looked up at Brent, pouting. “Not fair baby. I didn’t get mine.” She pleaded. Brent and Amanda’s sex life hadn’t been in the best place these last few months, Brent seeming preoccupied on most nights. Amanda was willing to give her husband a pass, however. After all, he was under a ton of stress coordinating the move, and keeping the business afloat in the process.
Despite her willing understanding, nature wouldn’t be denied. Amanda squirmed, her womanhood clearly inflamed and unsatisfied with her husband’s effort. It was frustrating because, on the rare occasion that they did have sex, Brent would cum rather quickly. That issue was exasperated by the harsh fact that Amanda’s husband wasn’t very endowed, to begin with. Brent was maybe five inches long, on a good day, and didn’t have much in the way of girth, either. She looked down at his penis, which was now deflating and shrouded by his unkempt pubic hair. Amanda wasn’t very sexually experienced prior to meeting her husband, and lately, she couldn’t help but notice an unfamiliar craving for… more.
“I’m sorry baby.” Brent replied, feeling an all too familiar pang of inadequacy. His wife was a beautiful woman, and he hated that more and more frequently he didn’t have the ability to give her what she deserved. ‘Too much fucking stress.’ He thought to himself. He glanced down at his less than ample manhood, and his perverted mind wandered back to that shameful, recurring, thought.
Amanda bit her lip, nipples stiffening. She was feeling abnormally horny for some reason. Suddenly, the memory of muscular Darius flashed through her mind. She was immediately surprised with herself, body feeling flush, ashamed for allowing her mind to wander to such a place. She shook the image away, but couldn’t help spreading her legs open for her husband, pleading. “Maybe you could use that magical tongue of yours?” She blushed, never having asked him for oral after intercourse before. For some reason, Amanda desperately needed to pop.