He was so big. My tiny mouth was stretched... ...to the point I thought I would rip at the corners. The excitement of the week — Watching him climb the ladder to my roof shirtless and drenched in sweat. Imagining what I would do with him if I had the chance— had my core slick with my arousal. I was ready for him. My body ached to have him inside of me. And then my husband walked in. I thought for sure he would be angry. I didn't care. I was horny and needed the roofer's massive black appendage buried inside my petite white body. I gave him his options. Stay and watch or leave. Either way, I was going to have my way with this big beautiful bull. To my surprise, he stayed. I made my husband a cuckold. Right there in the living room of our new house. I don't think things are ever going to be the same.