Mrs Johnson gets her walls painted.

Mark had been in Singapore for nine days, and the house felt emptier than ever. Elena had arranged for the interior painters to come while he was away — a full repaint of the living room, dining area, and main hallway. Three men had shown up that Monday morning.

They were all in their late twenties to mid-thirties. Strong, muscular from years of physical work, and unmistakably attractive. Jamal was the tallest and broadest, with smooth dark skin and a deep voice. Marcus had a leaner, athletic build and a cocky smile. Tyler was the youngest, with a shaved head and intense eyes that kept drifting toward Elena whenever she walked past.

Elena spent the morning “supervising” in a loose white tank top with no bra and a short, flowing sundress that barely reached mid-thigh. Every time she bent over or reached up to point at something, the hem rode higher.

By midday, the sexual tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Elena brought them cold beers during their lunch break. She sat on the edge of the dining table, legs crossed and let the conversation turn flirtatious.

“You boys have been working so hard,” she purred. “It must get hot in those overalls.”

Jamal chuckled, eyes dropping to her hard nipples poking through the thin white fabric. “You have no idea, Mrs. Johnson.”

“Elena,” she corrected. “And I think I do.”

She uncrossed her legs slowly, giving them a clear view that she wasn’t wearing panties. The three men went quiet, staring at her smooth, glistening pussy.

Elena smiled. “My husband won’t be back for another week. The house is empty… and I’ve been very, very bored.”

That was all it took.

Jamal moved first. He stepped between her legs, cupped her face, and kissed her hard. Elena moaned into his mouth as his big hands slid up her thighs. Marcus and Tyler quickly joined them, hands roaming over her body, pulling her tank top down to expose her full breasts.

They carried her to the large leather couch in the living room, still covered in drop sheets. In seconds, Elena was naked, surrounded by three muscular black men stripping out of their paint-splattered clothes.

Her eyes widened at the sight of their cocks. All three were thick, long, and heavy — significantly bigger than anything she’d had before.

“Oh fuck…” she whispered, biting her lip.

Jamal sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. He rubbed his massive cock along her soaked slit before pushing the thick head inside her. Elena gasped loudly as he stretched her open, sinking deeper than she thought possible. He gripped her hips and started fucking her with powerful upward thrusts.

Marcus knelt on the couch beside them. Elena eagerly leaned over and took his thick cock into her mouth, sucking him sloppily while Jamal pounded her pussy. Tyler stood on the other side, stroking his own heavy shaft as he waited his turn.

They rotated her like that for nearly an hour — fucking her pussy, mouth, and hands in every combination. At one point Jamal had her in a full nelson, bouncing her up and down on his cock while Marcus fucked her throat. Elena came repeatedly, shaking and squirting all over Jamal’s thighs.

Then they took her ass.

Tyler lay back and pulled her on top of him in reverse cowgirl, easing his thick cock into her tight asshole. Elena moaned like a whore as he stretched her. Jamal stepped forward and pushed into her pussy at the same time. Double penetration. Elena screamed in pleasure as the two big black cocks filled both her holes completely. Marcus fed his cock back into her mouth, using her throat while the other two fucked her senseless.

The room filled with the obscene wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh, Elena’s muffled moans, and the men’s deep groans.

“Such a dirty married slut,” Jamal growled, pounding her pussy harder. “Taking three black cocks while your husband’s away.”

Elena came so hard she nearly blacked out, her holes clenching rhythmically around the two cocks inside her.

One by one they finished.

Jamal came first, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. Tyler followed, pumping deep into her ass. Marcus pulled out of her mouth at the last second and painted her face and tits with heavy streaks of semen.

Elena lay there afterward, covered in sweat and cum, holes leaking, chest heaving. She scooped some of the cum off her breasts and licked it off her fingers with a satisfied smile.

The painters looked at her in awe.

“Same time tomorrow, Mrs. Johnson?” Marcus asked with a grin.

Elena laughed breathlessly, stretching like a well-fucked cat.

“Every day until the job is finished. And maybe even after that.”

She spent the rest of Mark’s trip getting fucked by the three painters in every room of the house — sometimes two at a time, sometimes all three. By the time her husband returned, the walls were freshly painted… and Elena had become even more addicted to her new, shameless life.