A Surprise Visit Ch. 01

It was ten thirty on Thursday morning when Susan Caldwell heard the doorbell ring. She was in the bedroom getting ready to go into town and wondered whom it could be. She and her husband John did not know anyone having only moved to this small city two weeks ago, where John had taken a job as assistant accountant with a distribution company. John had only just started work on Monday after a busy first week of unpacking and getting settled into the house they had bought. Susan was pleased that he had found a job away from all the problems that had plagued him in his last job and hoped things would be better now.

She and John had known each other for most of their life's having lived on the same street and run around with the same crowd at high school. They had gone steady since she was eighteen and he twenty. They married when she was twenty-one. Now after four years of marriage she wondered if she had made a bad choice in marrying John.

He had had problems at the previous two places he had worked but blamed his co-workers for the problems that arose. She was also very disappointed with her sex life, for here John had seemed to lack the sex drive to fully satisfy her needs as a woman. It was true that she loved him, and it was she who had said no to premarital sex when they were courting. She sometimes regretted this, for had she let John have sex with her she might have known before marriage about his low sex drive. Still she tried to make her marriage work and had thought about getting him to see a doctor to check and see if there was a health reason for his problem.

She hurried downstairs and opened the door and was surprised to see a tall Blackman standing there.

He smiled and said, "Mrs Caldwell?"

"Yes."

"My name is Sam Goodman. I am the owner of the company that your husband John is working for. I thought it was time I stopped by and welcomed you to the city."

"Why thank you Mr Goodman. Come on in," she said and saw another smile spread over his face.

He was certainly a handsome man, about forty-five she thought, about six-foot, well built but not fat.

"Please call me Sam," he said as she stood aside and he entered into the house.

Closing the door she took him through to the living room.

She smiled at him and said," My names Susan."

He held out his hand and they shook hands. His grip was strong and he seemed to hold onto her hand longer than was necessary. She had never had any contact with black people before but already she had taken a liking to him.

"Please sit down Sam," she said gesturing to an easy chair.

"Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"That would be nice Susan."

"Black or white?

"Black please, no sugar."

He watched as she walked away to the kitchen. She was certainly a good looking woman about five-foot seven, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. A nice slender figure but not skinny, a great pair of legs and a lovely round ass. He had seen her photo on John's desk on Monday and he liked what he saw, even though it was just a head and shoulders picture of her. Now seeing her in person made his cock stir.

She returned a few minutes later with two steaming cups of coffee. Placing them on the coasters on the mahogany coffee table, which was in front of him she sat down in the easy chair on the opposite side of the coffee table.

"It was nice of you to stop by Sam. John never mentioned that you might stop by at all."

Sam picked up his cup of coffee and smiled at her before taking a sip of the hot coffee as he contemplated what he was going to say to her.

Placing his cup back on the saucer he looked directly into her blue eyes and said, "Well Susan, I really came to discuss something about John with you, but I am surprised he never mentioned I was going to call on you today. I asked him yesterday if you would be home and told him I wanted to come and have a talk with you."

"What about John?" She asked him, feeling a little apprehensive, hoping that he had not got offside with anyone at work already.

"Well Susan, I only met John last Monday. I was out of town when my accountant interviewed him for the job two months ago. My accountant of course had decided that John certainly had the qualifications for the position and had already accepted him. On Monday John and I had a chat together. He seemed to me to be a quiet sort of person; perhaps you could say a loner. Did he have many friends in the place you used to live?"

Susan was feeling somewhat concerned now as she said, "No not really, but John has always liked to spend all his spare time with me."

"I can see why he would," Sam said a big smile on his face. "However he seemed somewhat reticent when I asked him about why he left his previous job. When I finally coaxed a few details from him I became a bit concerned that he might cause problems with the other staff. I am considering letting him go at the end of his three months trial. I can't risk having trouble at the plant."

"Please Sam let me have a talk with him before you make a decision about his job."

Sam looked at her captivating blue eyes wondering what it would be like to have them looking up into his as she knelt in front of him as she sucked on his cock.

"Well being truthful Susan when I had a talk with John I happened to see your photo on his desk. I thought how unfortunate it would be for a lovely young woman like you to be uprooted again, and how hard it might be for John to obtain another job. It would be hard to explain to another employer why after having only recently taken the job with me he had left. I asked him about you and if there were any problems at home that might be affecting him. He was quite frank with me and did mention that there was a sexual problem. It appears that John has a low sex drive and because of that he has been worrying about his relationship with you."

Susan blushed; she could not believe that John had discussed their sex life with Sam who was really a complete stranger. However she wanted to try and help John to keep his job, as she did not want to end up having to move again.

"Yes Sam we have been having some problems relating to that area of our marriage, however I think it was caused by stress at the previous place he worked. Please let me try and sort things out with him and see if things improve."

"Please don't be offended Susan when I say that I came to see you after seeing your photo on John's desk, because I wanted to help you and John if I can. Your picture does not do you justice Susan; you are a very beautiful young woman, in fact you are the sort of woman I could use if you would agree to come and work for me also. I have made John an offer of taking the position of Accountant next year and all the assistance I can give him to help him improve his people skills."

"What sort of work would you need a woman like me for Sam?"

Sam noted the sudden change in her voice from sounding rather sad to one of semi excitement.

"Well Susan I told John that I need a personal assistant on an as and when required basis."

He paused looking at her waiting to see what she had to say before being more specific. His cock was partly erect due to his imagining what it would be like to see her naked, to see her on her back with her legs spread wide waiting to feel his cock pushing into her.

"What sort of duties would I be required to perform Sam? I do have some work skills but have not worked since John and I married."

"Your duties would mainly be performed at home. On other occasions I would require you to entertain some of my business associates in the evening and sometimes at the weekends, you know act as a hostess. The pay would be good and I am sure you could use the extra money to help pay off the mortgage on this house." Sam told her.

"Tell me more Sam, it sounds like an interesting job. I feel sure I could be a good hostess to your business associates, and also perform the duties of a personal assistant, perhaps with a little help and guidance from you when you tell me the sort of things you would expect of me."

Sam noted the excitement in Susan's voice and said, "I am pleased to hear that Susan. I think you would fit in well with what I have in mind. John said he wanted you to take up the job. However I said we should all sit down and discuss it together. Also I would need to test you on some of your skills. So I have arranged with John for you and he discuss it together. I will pay you another visit on Saturday afternoon to see what decision you have both come to."

Sam looked at his watch and said, "Anyway Susan I had better go now."

"Well thank you Sam for stopping by and also for your offer to help John, also for offering me a job as well. I really do appreciate it.

He watched as Susan opened her legs slightly as she stood up. In that brief moment he caught a glimpse of her inner thighs as the short skirt she was wearing rode up a little as she slid forward off the chair making his cock stir more in the confinement of his trousers.

Sam stood up and smiling at her said, "It has been my pleasure to meet you. Thanks for the coffee. I look forward to seeing you again on Saturday."

"I will be looking forward to seeing you again Sam. I promise I will make sure that you will give me the job after talking it through with John. Why don't you and your wife come for dinner on Saturday."

"I have no wife Susan, we divorced six years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that Sam."

"No need to feel sorry, it is just one of those things that happen in life I guess. I accept your offer to dinner though."

She walked with him to the door and watched as he walked to his car.

She felt elated that she might soon have a job as the personal assistant of Sam Goodman. She had noted how every now and again Sam's eyes had lowered and she realised he was looking at her legs, her knees exposed due to the shortness of her skirt.

She had taken a liking to Sam. He was old enough to be her father she knew, but he also exuded an air of confidence and what is more sexuality. She liked the compliment he had paid her when he said she was a beautiful looking woman. She also saw the way he had looked at her legs as a compliment to her femininity. Having heard stories about black men having bigger penises than white men she wondered if it was really true. She had woken up that morning feeling horny, and she suddenly realised how wet her panties now felt. She could not believe it was because of the way Sam Goodman had looked at her, yet there was no other explanation. It was to late to go into town now; it would be better if she went after lunch she decided.

The heat and wetness of her sexual need was now paramount. She went upstairs and stripped off her clothes. She took her vibrator out of the bedside cabinet drawer and lay back on the bed. This was how she always relieved herself, as she stayed faithful to John. She usually fantasised about a big strong man who took her forcefully, and usually ended up bringing herself to orgasm twice before she was satisfied.

As she lay on the bed she played with her breasts, pinching the nipples hard making them stand up. Then moving one hand down she began to rub her fingers over her pussy lips, feeling them already slightly apart and the wetness inside as she began to rub two fingers back and forth inside the pink valley. She rimmed her hole twice and then slid her fingers up and played with her clit which was now enlarged and peeping out from under its hood.

For some reason today she began to think about the man being a Blackman, all the other times the man in her fantasy was always white. The only image she could conjure up of course was a mental picture of Sam Goodman. Well older man or not he was going to have to be the one. She imagined him kissing and caressing her body, his fingers playing with her nipples, her clit, then being pushed up inside her hole as he began to finger fuck her. Once she had aroused herself and was ready for this imagined man, this Sam Goodman, she picked up her vibrator and turned it on low. It now became Sam's cock sliding up and down in her pink valley, rubbing over her swollen clit making her moan. After a few moments of this teasing she moved the vibrator down and positioned it against the ring of her sex. She moaned loudly and said to her imaginary lover, "Yes Sam, take me ride me." Then she pushed the vibrator deep into her sex enjoying the lovely sensations it brought her. Soon she was highly aroused and said, "Harder lover, ram that dick deep into me." As she began to ram the vibrator back and forth hard into herself, she imagined it was her imaginary lover responding to her urging. Then the lovely orgasmic waves started as the imagined black dick brought her to orgasm. She moaned loudly as her sheath rippled along the vibrator, which she now had buried deep inside her as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flowed over her and her pussy flooded with her release.

She lay there on the bed for a few moments enjoying the after effects of her sexual release. As she lay she wondered what an earth had made her fantasize about having sex with a Blackman, and an older one at that, Sam Goodman. She could not explain it to herself as she had never ever thought about sex with other than white men. She gave up trying to come to any conclusion; after all it was just a fantasy.

She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up feeling much better after her orgasm. She then made some lunch and after that she headed to town. On the way she started to look forward to the evening and talking about Sam's job offer with her husband John. She had thought that perhaps she might find a job in this new place, and Sam had been right about her pay helping to pay of the mortgage on the house. Sam having told her that John wanted her to take the job made her feel confident that they would agree without to much having to be discussed about it.

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After dinner that evening she and John sat down in the living room. When John had arrived home from work and even at dinner neither of them had mentioned Sam and his offer. Susan had purposely not mentioned it waiting to see what John had to say, especially as he had known that Sam was going to visit her today.

As John made no effort to say anything Susan said to him, "How was your day John?"

"Quite good Susan can't complain."

He picked up a magazine and started looking through it.

"I had a visitor this morning, his name was Sam Goodman." Susan said.

"Oh, and what did he stop by for?" John said in a quavering voice.

"Why are you not talking to me John? You knew he was coming to see me today and also the reason for his visit, what is the matter with you?"

John put down the magazine and looked at his beautiful wife. Would she understand, would she do whatever was necessary for him to keep his job, he doubted it.

"Yes I know all about the job offer, it seems so innocent doesn't it. Well the truth is I love you Susan, but I really need you to accept Sam's job offer. I am afraid to talk to you about it. Afraid you will hate me asking you to help me in the way that Sam wants."

"Why, I would only be working for him as his personal assistant as and when required, and act as a hostess on occasions, what is so bad about that?"

"Did Sam say your duties would be performed at home?"

"Yes, but he never went into detail, I guess he will explain on Saturday. By the way I have invited him to stay for dinner."

"Susan, promise me that you will do what ever I ask of you, that you won't leave me if I tell you about my meeting on Monday with Sam."

"John, of course I won't hate you or leave you no matter what this is all about. You know I love you and will do anything, anything at all to help you."

"Do you mean that Susan, without knowing what I am going to tell you?"

"Yes John my love, I will do anything that you ask of me. Just think with me earning money we can pay of the mortgage quicker."

"I really hope you mean it Susan. Well on Monday when Sam came to see me he saw your photo on my desk, he picked it up and said, "Is this your wife John?"

"Yes Sam, that's Susan."

"Fine looking woman," he said as he put the photo down. "How old is she John?"

"Twenty-five, we've been married for four years now," I told him.

"Then he questioned me about why I left my previous job. After I told him a few details he said he was concerned I might cause trouble for him. However he said he would make me an offer, the gist of it was that he would give me every assistance to improve my people skills, and also give me the chance to become the accountant next year, seems Gordon Jones is retiring."

"Well what is bad about that?" Susan asked him.

"You will not like what I am going to tell you now I know. Also understand that I am going to use the same words that he used when he told me what he wanted in return. He picked up your photo again and said, "I really would like to fuck your white bitch wife John, would you mind?"

"What do you mean Sam talking like that about Susan?" I asked him.

Hearing John say that Sam Goodman had said he wanted to fuck her, calling her a white bitch sent a thrill of excitement through her. She felt her pussy begin to moisten. She somehow managed to talk in a normal way so that John would not know how excited she suddenly felt.

"You omitted to tell me John that you had also told him about our sex problem. What else did he say?"

"Please Susan, please try and understand. I don't really want him to have sex with you...but in order to save my job I have to ask you will you?"

The memory of that morning and imagining Sam Goodman fucking her flashed through her mind. She felt herself getting more aroused, eager now to hear what else had been said, discussed. She hoped John would not sense her eagerness.

"He asked me to talk it over with you and let him know when he comes to see us both on Saturday afternoon."

"Will you do that for me Susan?"

The thought of being fucked by Sam Goodman, seeing his lovely smile, hearing his deep voice, seemed to good to be true especially after her fantasy of him fucking her. She had read that men with deep voices usually had big balls. But then again it could just be like the thing about black cocks being bigger than white cocks, just a story that was untrue.

She did not want John to think she was eager to allow Sam Goodman to fuck her like John had told her, so she told him she would think about it an let him know on Friday.

"If I say yes I hope you won't think of me as a slut wife?"

"Of course not Susan. You know that I love you. It will be a one off encounter, and then we can get on with our lives."

Get on with our lives. God, I hope not. I need a man who will give me the real pleasure that sex can bring. Not leave me unfulfilled like you because of your premature ejaculation, she said to herself. But then the one off encounter that John had said it would be took some of the pleasure she felt away from her.

That then was the end of the matter.

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On Friday after John left for work Susan could not get Sam Goodman out of her mind. The thought of being naked in front of him, a stranger who she was going to allow to touch feel and eventually allow to enter her body. You really are a slut she said to herself as she made her way up to the bedroom to relieve the demands of her sexual arousal as she had yesterday.

This time as she lay on the bed with her vibrator beside her she felt more aroused than she had for a long time. Susan realised that she was hot and horny because she had been thinking a lot about having sex with Sam Goodman. She imagined Sam looking at her nakedness, cupping her breasts in his hands, his mouth kissing her erect nipples, his mouth sucking on them as he squeezed them hard making her moan. She let her imagination run riot now as she pictured him laying between her thighs, his mouth pressed against he pussy lips as he kissed her sex. John had not wanted to give her oral sex and had told her he would not require her to give him oral sex when they were on their honeymoon.