THE PAINT JOB

 thick coat of paint in my innocent wife's pussy:

My wife is very naïve and innocent. Even though we have 
been married for 10 years, she is still as innocent as 
a 10 year old. Anyone can fool her. Anyone can make her 
do anything... she just believes every word of whatever 
anyone says. And I? Well, I just sigh and roll my eyes 
and let her be. After all she also takes care of me and 
has always agreed to whatever I have asked her for. 
What more could a man ask for?

Anyway we decided to paint our house as it had been not 
painted for nearly three years. As usual, she 
volunteered to look after the operation all by herself 
which was good because I am really lazy and do not like 
to supervise workers for such household chores.

We signed a contract with a local company as it was a 
good offer and they even threw in a free check up and 
repair for all our plumbing in the house. And since 
they had a large team, they assured us that they would 
be able to finish the entire four-bedroom apartment 
within two days. They were supposed to start on Monday 
and promised to finish by Tuesday evening.

So Monday morning my wife got ready to receive the 
painters and dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt to 
be able to supervise the work efficiently. Just as I 
was ready to drive to work, I saw the company's pickup 
piled with six workers and loads of paint tubs and all 
the necessary equipment drive past me toward my house. 
Relived that I had left even before they started 
messing up the house, I drove on singing a tune to 
myself. 

I reached the office and started my work. I had a 
couple of meetings lined up and just when a few 
colleagues and I were going out for lunch, a distressed 
looking receptionist informed us that the chairman of 
my company had died of a heart attack in the board room 
just after an important meeting. We were all stunned. 

Within minutes an ambulance arrived to take his body 
away and the entire office environment turned somber. 
The chief executive officer wisely announced that as a 
mark of respect for the chairman and to avoid emotional 
outburst from staff, we close the office for two days. 
All of use directors agreed and informed our respective 
staff accordingly.

Slight upset with the disheartening news I started my 
drive back home completely forgetting that I would be 
in the midst of a messy house with noisy workers 
everywhere. Upon reaching my home, I realised that 
there was absolutely no way to park my car and since I 
didn't want to get a parking ticket to park on the main 
road, I drove to the nearby shopping mall to park my 
car safely. I walked back to my house and navigated my 
way through the jam-packed driveway. 

The front door was blocked by some ladders etc, so I 
decided to walk from the backdoor. Even there was no 
space to walk in so I decided to use the side fire 
stairway to climb to my study just above the garage to 
enter the house. I thought I would just hide in the 
study and read something rather than going down. As it 
is I knew that they were only going to paint the study 
on the second day. It sounded very safe. 

What I didn't count on was the fact that they had 
already packed my books lining the walls in bookcases. 
All the bookshelves had also been removed. The 
bookshelf next to the door was placed there to hide a 
service window originally built there. Anyway, my 
comfortable armchair was still there intact so I took 
off my shoes and slumped inside for a nap even though 
there was a humming noise everywhere, with low chatting 
sounds and noises of workers scraping the walls 
downstairs preparing them for the new coat of painting.

About 10 minutes into my sweet nap, I woke up startled 
by a loud crashing noise followed by a billowed cry of 
pain from one of the workers. I lay still for a while 
and listened curiously as my wife shouted with concern, 
asking if the worker was okay. I heard some groaning 
and moaning from the worker who had apparently fallen 
from a ladder when his colleague supporting the ladder 
went to pee without telling him. 

I opened the window a bit to see the commotion and saw 
that worker had actually fallen down at the beginning 
of the staircase leading downstairs. The ladder had 
broken into two and two workers were carrying the 
ladder out to repair it. The injured worker was lying 
down moaning and clutching his crotch. He had fallen on 
an overturned wooden stool and that had hit him where 
it hurts the most. 

My wife was standing next to him comforting him with 
sweet words. The workers' supervisor told all the 
workers who had crowded around to go back to their 
work. My wife brushed the supervisor away with her hand 
and told him to see to the work while she handled the 
injured worker.

Then she sat down next to the injured worker, still 
writhing in pain. I noticed he was a Bangladeshi 
national and was much tanned. His build was short and 
stout and his hair was cropped very short. He was 
wearing faded jeans and a tank top t-shirt with lot of 
dried paint stains. His big black hands were clutching 
his crotch and his legs were bent at a 90 degree angle. 
His face was twisted in pain.

My wife, as she would have asked in a similar 
situation, asked him after she sat down next to him, "I 
can see it is very painful, what do you want me to do 
to ease the pain?"

He managed a weak smile and said, "Don't worry madam; I 
don't want to bother you."

My wife looked at his face and said, "Oh no, no. It's 
not a bother, just let me handle it. Just say what you 
want me to do, and I will do it to help you feel 
better."

I grinned internally at how any man would have 
understood her simple words. Even the worker, despite 
his condition, seemed a bit amused. "I think if you 
just rub here a little, it will be okay," he said as if 
testing waters. But there was no look of shock or 
bewilderment on my innocent wife's face. She squatted a 
little closer to the worker, sitting sideway from him 
and holding his bent left knee, pried his legs open 
getting a small shriek of pain from him. 

Unperturbed she removed his hands from his crotch and 
replaced them with her own, gently massaging this young 
black worker's crotch from over his dirty faded jeans. 
From where I was, I could not see my wife's face but I 
could see the worker's face clearly. He seemed to have 
forgotten his pain a bit and was now staring at her 
round ass just inches away from his face.

My wife continued rubbing for a while and asked him if 
he was feeling better. Of course the bastard was 
feeling better as I could see him enjoy my sweet wife's 
hand on his crotch but every time she asked he grimaced 
and yelped in pain and she continued. After five 
minutes, he probably decided to go a little further and 
said, "I think the pain is more inside my thighs."

"Is that so," my wife said and asked, "So what should I 
do?" The worker smiled behind her back and said boldly, 
"I think you better rub my thighs a little." And with 
that he opened his legs a bit wider as my wife started 
massaging his inner thighs sincerely. After a few 
minutes he asked my wife, "Madam, do you have any balm, 
like pain-relieving cream or something? I think we 
better massage some cream then I will be able to feel 
better and get back to work."

"Good idea," my wife said and rushed to get the first 
aid box from the attic. While she was gone, I saw the 
worker grinning to himself and adjusting his lumpy 
crotch. He put his hand inside his jeans and positioned 
his cock along his "painful" thigh and quickly resumed 
his grimaced face look and the crouched position just 
as he saw my wife return. She was hurrying back to him 
with a small tub of what was moov or iodex cream.

She sat down and scooped a large amount of cream with 
her fingers and turned to him only to realize that he 
was wearing jeans. "How can I put the cream on your 
thigh if you are wearing jean?" She asked him, to which 
he replied, "Don't worry, here, let me take these jeans 
off to make it easier for you." And he slid his tight 
faded jeans off to reveal thick hairy and muscular 
thighs. He was wearing tight trunk briefs and his 
readjusting had cleverly and conveniently lined his 
half hard cock along the inner thigh. 

I could even see the distinct outline of this thick 
shaft and the mushroom head of his cock through his 
trunks. My wife didn't seem to notice his thick baby-
making snake slithering down and earnestly started 
rubbing the pain killer cream on his thigh. It was not 
easy because of the huge amount of curly hair all over 
his legs but she managed well, at times even colliding 
her lovely fingers along his cock, which twitched at 
every contact and lengthened some more.

The worker groaned but now the groans had a pleasured 
edge to them. He was now lying on his back and his legs 
were spread wide lewdly making his package stand out. 
As my wife continued her rubbing, he became even bolder 
and sneaked his long hands to grab her waist, "I better 
hold it otherwise I might slip down." She eagerly moved 
a little closer to him so that he could hold her tiny 
waist in a better grip.

"Enough of that...madam, now massage slightly higher," 
he said and pulled his trunks upwards. As he did that 
the head of his thick cut engorged cock emerged proudly 
from the underside. I could see s thin trail of 
slippery fluid seeping from his piss slit. He noticed 
it too and asked my wife to wipe it off so that the 
skin could absorb the cream better. 

My wife dutifully wiped his leaking cock with the end 
of her t-shirt and continued her rub. Now she was 
rubbing just under his ball sack and with his movement 
his cock was extending out more and more. Soon his 
entire cock was out of his trunks and jutting out 
proudly tilting towards my wife's hand because of being 
so thick and obviously heavy with meat.

"I think you better hold this thing with one hand so 
that you can massage my painful thighs easily," he 
ordered boldly and my wife complied. She held the base 
of his thick cock with her left hand and continued her 
massage. "Here please," he said and lifted his balls 
out of the trunks completely and held them up. As she 
slid her hand under the balls he let them go and the 
balls covered her hand completely.

Then he took me by surprise although it didn't affect 
my wife in any way, "You better hold the balls also 
with your other hand," he said and she complied 
dutifully. Now she was just sitting there holding his 
leaking huge cock with one hand and cupping his hairy 
black balls with her other hand. Innocently she asked, 
"oh, then how can I massage now, both my hands are 
occupied?"

He laughed languidly and said, "don't worry the pain is 
almost gone, but the skin is getting a bit dry maybe 
you should spit on my balls and use your mouth to 
spread it around but please don't drop my cock and 
balls as it is very painful when they touch the dry 
skin. The friction is way too painful for me."

My sweet innocent wife looked at him like a tender 
loving caring mother, bent down, steadying herself by 
planted her knees on the floor and started spitting and 
licking his balls with her mouth while holding the 
heavy set of the worker's cock and balls. Just then the 
supervisor, a thick set black Nigerian man, walked up. 
He stood dumbfounded in his tracks but seeing the 
situation quickly assumed his supervisory role, 
adjusting his fast growing cock.

He was a man of about 65 and seemed like another 
unhygienic fellow like the worker. As he openly played 
with his cock by putting his hand inside his trousers, 
he started instructing my wife.

"Madam, I think his cock is swollen because of the 
fall. I hope it doesn't get infected, see the amount of 
liquid coming out," he said sitting very close to my 
wife. He put his hand on her shoulders and said, "I 
think the poor boy is in utter pain look at his cock. 
You better massage it with you mouth. Better not touch 
with your hand, it looks too tender and your rough skin 
my make it break into rashes."

My sweet innocent wife, who until now had only seen my 
cock's action and that too only in her pussy, actually 
relieved that there was someone else to give her 
instructions, quickly slid her mouth on the worker's 
engorged cock. As the big mushroom head hit her mouth, 
the worker groaned in pleasure. My wife took the groan 
for pain and started sucking faster.

The old Nigerian, by now had freed his gigantic black 
uncut cock from the confined of his stained trousers 
and was stroking it slowly. It was really huge and made 
me worry about the safety of my wife's pussy.

He moved behind my wife and said in a flat tone, "You 
better take off your shorts, they really getting dirty 
and since you do not have any access to laundry too. 
Here. Let me help you, just raise your ass up 
slightly... umm... not so fast... give me a minute 
while I unbutton your shorts. Now, yeah, that's a good 
girl." 

With that the willful and conniving old black man, 
tugged at my wife's shorts waistband and tugged them 
down together with her panty in one swift moment and 
just as she registered her surprise, he smiled and 
winked at her, adding in a deep baritone voice, "Of 
course it's a mistake and I apologise that I 
accidentally removed your panties as well. But it's a 
good mistake since now you can also save the trouble of 
wearing dirty panties tomorrow. Right?"

It might have been slightly difficult for my poor wife 
to understand that logic with her mouth full of a big 
pulsating cock leaking pre-cum constantly and her hands 
busy massaging the massive hairy balls of the 
Bangladeshi worker. But she did a good job and nodded 
her thanks. Then the Nigerian old man lied down just 
behind my wife. His magnificent and rock hard black 
uncut cock was brushing my wife's blatantly exposed 
pussy "innocently" every now and then. I also saw how, 
he scooped some his raw pre-cum on two fingers and 
lightly started rubbing my wife's brazenly displayed 
pussy lips. 

From my position, I could even see her pussy lips 
glistening and shining with the black Nigerian's pre-
fuck juice. Black Nigerian also started penetrating his 
thick black calloused fingers into her slick pussy hole 
ever so slightly. When my wife stopped, just for one 
moment, to steady her in that rather uncomfortable 
position of swatting down, the Nigerian old man grabbed 
the godsend opportunity, "Madam, you look tired and I 
can see, the swelling in his rod is not yet gone. So 
why don't you make yourself comfortable? I really don't 
mind if you move behind and sit on me."

My wife was probably actually tired sitting there for 
the last 30 minutes and must have been thankful for 
that instruction and suggestion so she raised her bare 
ass and splayed pussy which had been carefully 
lubricated by the pre-cum of a giant black uncut cock 
and slowly sat down. Her knees must have really hurt 
because as fast as she had raised herself, she 
descended down equally fast and perhaps she was so fast 
and tired that she couldn't get off that giant cock 
that punctured her pussy with its spear like (although 
a very, very blunt spear) thick purple head. 

If she had not been sincere in sucking the Bangladeshi 
worker's cock, she might have screamed, but like I said 
before my wife's innocence and dedication to any cause 
is really worth commending and thus, she endured that 
one quick thrust that impaled her pussy on that really 
impossibly thick and long cock.

In her dedication to serve the man lying in front of 
her and writhing in pain (at least to her pure mind) 
she suffered the urgent and forceful thrusts of the 
black Nigerian as he gradually increased the tempo of 
the pounding of his cock in and out of my wife. After 
what seemed like was an eternity and after enduring a 
rather long and painful erection confined in my tight 
briefs. Anyway what was happening outside was much more 
exciting right now then to pay any attention to my tiny 
weenie penis, so I let it be and gazed outside intently 
to see what my poor wife was being subjected to. 

Luckily I was just in time to see the Nigerian slam his 
big black veiny cock one last time inside my wife's 
hairy pussy and discharge a big load of his black seed 
deep inside, somewhere close to her womb where my small 
penis had never been able to venture leaving us 
childless even after many years of marriage and despite 
having sex at least once in a month or two. I was 
getting close to making my wife's dream of having a 
child finally. So what if it was not me who was 
actually making a baby in my wife's stomach?

Well, so after the father of my future baby finished 
breeding my wife, he slowly removed his spent cock - 
still much bigger than my hard penis - from my wife's 
gapping pussy. I heard a plopping sound and a river of 
thick ropes of white sperm flowed from my wife's pussy. 

The black Nigerian quickly scooped all his own cum and 
pushed it back in her pussy. He pulled her down with 
her shoulders and made her lie down on her back, knees 
bent and pressed to her chest. When my wife raised her 
eyebrows slightly, he laughed heartily and explained, 
"Madam, I am just ensuring that all my tiny soldiers 
remained locked inside your fortress till they are able 
to bond with each other as proof of our friendship." My 
wife nodded as if she understood but I didn't really 
get he meaning of what he was saying.

The Bangladeshi worker had recovered by now and as he 
got up from his "hurt" position on the floor, he 
quickly shed his clothes and helped the Nigerian by 
pressing my wife's folded legs properly. I dashed to 
the adjoining attic as now my view was not very good, 
from the attic window it was easier for me as I could 
lie down and see directly below me as to what scene was 
unfolding. 

I saw the Bangla worker holding my wife's legs down. It 
was an erotic site to see a half naked black old 
Nigerian man pulling his spent but still massive uncut 
cock and to see a virile young almost black Bangladeshi 
worker standing over my wife in a lying-down-kneeling 
position with his super hard cock with a thick mushroom 
head almost touching my wife's freshly fucked pussy 
which was peeking from under her folded thighs. Such a 
sweet pussy! 

How could the hard-cocked Bangladeshi stay away for 
long so he aimed his cockhead at my wife's pussy tunnel 
already lubricated generously by the old black 
Nigerian's thick and copious sperm and slid his seven-
inch cock in her pussy just like a hot knife slices a 
slab of hard butter.

He pounded her tucked in pussy for about five minutes 
and flooded her interiors with his Bangladeshi sperm. I 
would now never know who the real father of my future 
child was. And to add to my confusion, three of the 
other workers climbed the stairs and stood around my 
wife, one by one, taking out their hard dirty cocks 
with dried sperm, piss drops and sweat and maybe even 
shit that might still be sticking there after they 
might have fucked each other in the ass to relive 
themselves in the night.

That evening, my wife got banged a total of nine times 
by all the workers and their black Nigerian supervisor. 
And I just lay there in the attic watching her get bred 
by the dirty multi-racial workers - there were two 
Bangladeshi's, one Indian, one Pakistani, one two from 
Sri Lanka and of course their Nigerian supervisor. I 
too came three or four times even without touching my 
penis. Each time they came inside her, they ensured 
their sperm mixed with each other's seed and remained 
inside. Her pussy was overflowing with copious amounts 
of the seven men's sperm. 

Of course, the workers - having been so busy with 
breeding my sweet wife, couldn't complete the entire 
apartment's painting within the promised time and their 
efficient company extended the painting project by 
three days. And of course, in nine months time my wife 
gave birth to a healthy pair of twin boys - jet black 
in colour with a thick mop of nigger hair on top of 
their head. 

What convinced me that their father was the old black 
Nigerian supervisor was the sight of their crotch which 
was stunning - even as a day-old babies, their penises 
- or I better say cocks - were already three-inch long 
and about a inch thick with a beautiful cover of jet 
black skin complemented well by a pair each of jet 
black wrinkled balls that were at least as big as a 
lime.

Months after the boys were born; I hunted the black 
Nigerian from a slum where he had retired after being 
sacked from the company. Now he officially lives in our 
house as I "adopted" him as the grand "father" of my 
two boys. My wife still doesn't know that I saw every 
moment of her breeding. 

Now since the black Nigerian moved in, I have seen 
evidence of thick dried cum in her used panties, I know 
that I can happily live with my sweet family as long as 
the black Nigerian is with us. 

Once he dies, surely he will as he quite old, I will 
replace him with another black old Nigerian grand 
"father" for my children till they grow up because once 
they are teenagers, they can take over their duties as 
the fucker of my wife.