Chapter 1 - The Four-Hour Window

CHAPTER 1: THE FOUR-HOUR WINDOW

Boniswa felt like all she did was dishes, laundry and run errands. She and her husband had decided she would not work outside the home so their children could have better care and more attention.

Now that the kids were all in school, that left a good part of the day to do chores and other activities. The school run, Checkers, the chemist, home — that was the shape of her mornings in the estate.

The Defy had been acting up lately, so Boniswa was waiting for the repairman to arrive and take a look at it. She hated how companies just assumed you were free all day to sit at home waiting for their technician, with a four-hour arrival window. Well, yes, she was free all day — but still, it would be nice to have a more precise arrival time than "between eight and twelve"!

Boniswa had always loved sex and had a healthy sex drive, so being frustrated, bored and lonely, she grabbed her vibrator and started working on her clit while relaxing on the couch. That massaging head vibrated away at her clit, stimulating her in just the right way. She was getting really hot, and soon had the tip of the vibrator at the opening of her pussy, her favourite spot for vibrating stimulation.

Working her clit with her right hand and holding the vibrator with her left, Boniswa had her legs spread as she reclined on the couch, concentrating on the delicious sensations between her thighs. The tip of the vibrator was just the right size, similar to her husband's penis. Sometimes she wished it was larger, but she didn't want to stretch her pussy out so her husband would notice a change in her tightness. Even after giving birth to three kids, Boniswa took pride in her body and her tight pussy sheath. She worked hard to stay fit and did plenty of Kegel exercises to keep her pussy tight and able to clench Bheki's cock well.

Hitting her climax, Boniswa heard the doorbell ring just as she was coming down from her high. Figured. She had finally been keeping herself entertained and now the repairman showed up. Hurrying to adjust her clothing, Boniswa rushed to the door to let the guy in.

When he turned to face her, she looked up into his dark, handsome face. He was a good-looking guy, a couple of days' growth on his cheeks, and he exuded sexuality. Maybe it was the blue-collar thing or his air of competence, but Boniswa was immediately turned on by this stranger on her doorstep.

"Good morning, Mama Shabalala. I'm Zweli, from Dolphin Coast Appliance Repairs. You called about your washing machine?"

"Oh, yes. Hello. Um… please, come in! Yes, the washing machine has been acting up. It's just off the kitchen, in the scullery. Please, follow me."

Boniswa led him through the lounge and suddenly realised she'd left her vibrator lying out on the couch where she had been reclining. She was so embarrassed! Hopefully he didn't notice the fifteen-centimetre device — although it was bright purple and right there on the seat cushion. Keeping her head high, Boniswa walked quickly through the lounge, across the open-plan kitchen, and back to the door of the scullery.

She could feel her cheeks flaming as she led Zweli to where the washing machine stood. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she saw him focus on the machine as they entered the room.

"Okay, what's it been doing, Mama Shabalala?"

After giving him the rundown, Boniswa felt maybe he hadn't noticed the vibrator in the lounge, and after escaping the room, hurried back to put it away. Within half an hour Zweli called out to her, asking her to join him in the scullery.

"Well, Mama Shabalala. I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that the machine needs a new part. The good news is that my company has a replacement part in stock and the parts bakkie is running it over within the hour. How about we find something to do to stay busy while we wait?"

As Zweli finished speaking, he reached out his hands and grasped her upper arms, pulling her close. Bending his head down, he masterfully took possession of her mouth, ravaging her completely. Boniswa tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He was too sexy!

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave herself to his kiss, feeling his hands begin to glide up and down her back. He grasped her by the buttocks and pulled her firmly up against his body, letting her feel the raging hard-on he had hidden beneath his overalls.

"Oh my God! What is that in your pants? What are we doing? I'm married! You need to let me go!"

Boniswa had broken the kiss off to gasp out these words, but only halfheartedly put up any resistance. He was huge! She could feel his cock pushing into her stomach and it felt larger than any cock she'd ever seen. Reaching a hand down, she grasped his hard cock, amazed by the size of him through his clothing. He was so long and so wide that she could barely get her palm to cover the top of his erection.

While she was stroking his massive meat, Zweli wasted no time getting his hands under her jersey and onto her breasts. He began plucking at her nipples, pulling and twisting them, making them even harder than they had been a minute ago. At the same time, he covered her mouth again, cutting off her verbal protests with his tongue and lips.

They sank down onto the couch, him covering her body with his own. He began rubbing his hard cock between her legs, stroking her clit with his huge hard-on.

Boniswa had her head and shoulders propped up on a cushion, and as Zweli began dry-humping her, he pulled her jersey up so her breasts in their sheer bra were exposed to his gaze. Quickly grabbing the bra cups, he moved them up and out of the way so he had her naked breasts to admire. Boniswa couldn't help but grind her hips up to meet him, the stimulation to her aroused clit making her forget her earlier protests.

Zweli had his mouth working her nipples now, nibbling and sucking them, driving her even crazier with desire. His overalls zipped up the front, and taking that final, fatal step, Boniswa reached for the zipper to free him from his clothing. As soon as his zipper was down to his waist, he was pulling his arms out of the sleeves and shoving the material down below his waist. He wasn't wearing much underneath, just a lightweight t-shirt and boxers, so it only took him a few seconds to free his cock to her gaze.

The size! Boniswa thought people were making it up when they talked about thirty-centimetre cocks thicker than a Coke can, but here was one right at her disposal! It took both her hands to get around the girth, and both to stroke him completely up and down from tip to balls. She wasn't sure if this cock would fit inside any woman, let alone her!