Big Black Delivery

By Jane Snow

Lily is a stay at home house wife with a husband that's been extremely busy lately. She's been as supportive as she can but when she noticed a long strand of blonde hair along with a lipstick mark on her husband's dress shirt, she's devastated. Before she can even formulate a plan, her new washer and dryer arrive, along with two large, muscular black delivery men.

They easily carry the heavily appliances up through her house and start installing when a shelf in the room falls on one of them. She apologizes profusely, knowing that it was her husband's fault. He was supposed to fix the shelving months ago. She notices that the shelving somehow cut through one of the black men's pants and as her eyes linger, she notices the tip of his manhood sneaking out through the leg opening of his boxers. Her face turns bright red as they inform her that they won't tell the company about the mishap.

Lily thanks them and leaves, trying to hide herself away by telling them she needs to shower. As the hot water rushes past her body, she can't help but think about what she just saw. Her hands slowly move down her lower body when one of the two black men knock on the door. They need her to help check the piping as their hands are too large. Lily rushes out in her bathrobe, gets on her knees and looks. When she turns her head back to one of the men, she gets a clear view of what she thought she saw before. She decides that this is her chance for a little bit of revenge while also offering a great bit of compensation for the ripped pants...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Powers
• Release date: Apr 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310984273

Jane Snow

Jane Snow loves chocolate but more importantly, she loves chocolate, ebony men. Their hot, muscular glistening bodies get her juices flowing and put her mind in the clouds of ecstasy. She loves fantasizing about big black men and sharing her fantasies with you.

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Big Black Delivery

By Jane Snow

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© 2016 Jane Snow

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

The sun peeked over the trees outside my window, slowly pouring its radiating warmth into the chilly bedroom. I rolled over and extended my hand out, hoping to feel my husband's chest but paused and sighed as I saw the empty spot where he was supposed to be. He had changed quite a bit since his latest promotion, spending long hours in the office.

I couldn't recall the last time we had even woken up or fallen asleep together. He would sneak in at night while I was sleeping before silently wandering out in the early beginnings of the morning. We had chatted about it once before, about his absence and he promised he'd try but things hadn't changed.

To try to spark our love life last month, I bought and wore a string bikini. It was difficult but I stayed up late until he came home, at which point, I had seductively walked over to him wearing nothing but open toed heels and the bright pink string bikini. He had given me a small nod of acknowledgement before telling me he was too tired and he had another busy day ahead of him.

It was quite honestly, one of the most disappointing nights I had ever experienced with him. My friends told me that he was most likely cheating. There was no way for a man to ever turn down sex unless he already had gotten some, they had told me. I brushed off their comments, but lately, their words echoed in my head.

I yawned and extended my arms upwards, arching my back as I wiggled my toes, stretching out as much as I could. The bed creaked slightly as I rolled to my side and off the side. Our new washer and dryer were supposed to arrive and I wanted to be presentable before they arrived. I excitedly headed into the closet.

The current washer and dryer had both suffered problems at the same time. I had to wait two weeks, watching as our clothes piled up in the closet. For a neat freak like me, it was quite the burden to watch the pile of dirty clothes build.

I dug through the pile, splitting the colors away from the whites and making sure to flip over any socks and jeans. It was a boring, laborious process but it had to be done, it wasn't like my husband was going to do it. I paused as pulled up one of his darker dress shirts.

He normally sent his dress shirts in