Chapter 3

The next morning, when Victoria woke up, Jim was already in the kitchen drinking his coffee.

Victoria approached him and asked, "Do you think we made Frank's dream come true?"

"I'm sure it was one of his dreams," Jim answered.

He continued and added an answer he had prepared in advance to manipulate Victoria. "After you left to take a shower, Frank was saying what an amazing and sexy woman you are and how lucky I am to have such an incredible wife. He also said that he would cherish that evening for the rest of his short life."

"Poor man," Jim added, his voice soft and full of practiced sympathy. "I feel sorry for him."

Victoria looked at him in silence. Her eyes were moist, her kind heart clearly aching for Frank.

Jim set down his coffee cup and reached for her hand. "He's going through such a hard time right now. Those months ahead of him... knowing that every day might be his last. We have each other. We have our health. He has no one."

Victoria nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"I think we should invite him again next week; it would be good for him," Jim said. "And honestly... I think it might be good for us too. Helping a dying man is something meaningful."

Victoria looked out the window toward the garden, where Frank had spent so many hours tending the flowers.

"Okay," she said quietly. "I guess you are right."

Jim hugged her gently, hiding his smile against her hair.

The plan was deepening. Frank would get more evenings. Victoria would continue to open up. And Jim would finally get to see his wife become everything he had always wanted her to be.

Jim prepared his next step. He walked out to the garden, away from Victoria's ears, and called Frank.

"Morning, Frank," Jim said when Frank picked up. "I hope you had a good time last night with us?"

Frank's voice came through warm and grateful. "Jim, I can't thank you enough. It was the best evening I've had in my life. Victoria is... she's something special. I couldn't sleep last night. Just kept thinking about it."

Jim smiled to himself. "I'm glad to hear that. But listen, I have an idea for the next encounter. Something that will move things along a little faster."

"I'm listening," Frank said.

"Next time you come to our house to handle the garden, I need you to be here in the evening. Not your usual time. I'll tell Victoria that you had something important to do during the day, so you're running late."

"Okay," Frank said slowly. "Then what?"

"Once you start working on the garden, I need you to cover yourself with mud," Jim continued. "We'll say there was a burst of water from the hose and the soil splashed all over you. I want you to look messy, clothes dirty, hands covered, maybe some on your face."

Frank let out a confused laugh. "Mud? What for?"

"Trust me," Jim said. "I'll offer to let you take a shower inside our house. I'll suggest giving you a clean shirt to wear. Once you're in the house, we'll take it from there.

Frank was quiet for a moment. "You've really thought this through."

"I've had time," Jim said. "So, can you do it?"

Frank let out a breath. "Yeah. I can do it. What day?"

"Wedensday," Jim said. "Victoria works until six. She'll be home by six thirty. You show up at seven, start working, and then we stage the accident, you need to look frustrated ok?, I'll call you out to the garden when Victoria is watching from the window."

Frank was quiet again, then spoke. "You're a strange man, Jim. But I can't say I'm not grateful."

Jim chuckled. "Just be here Wednesday at seven. And don't forget the mud."

"I won't forget," Frank said.

Jim ended the call and walked back toward the house. Victoria was in the kitchen, washing the breakfast dishes. She looked up as he entered.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"Just a client," Jim said casually and went to his home office.

It was Wednesday morning as Victoria left for her shift. She asked if Frank was coming that day, and Jim answered that Frank had mentioned he would have to come late to do the garden. Something had come up during the day, so he would be there around seven in the evening.

Jim added, "I think the poor guy is going to have some medical tests."

Victoria nodded. "I'll make sure to have some lemonade ready for him."

Jim kissed her cheek. "You're always so thoughtful."

He walked to his home office, a satisfied smile on his face. Tonight was going to be interesting.

The evening arrived. Victoria had been home since 6:30, and Jim had kept the atmosphere relaxed. They sat in the living room, the evening news playing softly on the television.

At exactly 7:00, they heard Frank’s truck arriving.

"That must be Frank," Jim said, rising from his chair.

Victoria nodded, glancing toward the window. "I hope everything went okay with his medical tests today."

Jim opened the front door and walked out to the garden. Frank stood there, dressed in his usual work clothes. He looked nervous but gave Jim a small nod.

"Evening, Jim," Frank said.

Once they were in the garden, out of sight from the living room window, Jim turned to Frank.

"Alright," Jim said quietly. "Time for the next part."

Frank looked around. "The mud?"

Jim nodded. "There's a patch of wet soil by the flower bed. Get yourself dirty. Clothes, hands, face. Make it look like the hose burst."

Frank hesitated for just a moment, then walked to the flower bed. He knelt down, scooped up a handful of wet soil, and smeared it across his shirt. Then another handful on his pants. He rubbed some on his hands and across his cheek.

"How's this?" Frank asked.

Jim inspected him. "Needs a little more. Here." He took a handful of mud and added a few streaks to Frank's arm and shoulder. "Good. Now, wait here!"

Jim ran toward the front door and called inside. "Victoria! Can you bring me some paper towels ?"

Victoria appeared at the door, wiping her hands on a towel. "What's wrong?"

"There was an accident with the hose. Frank got soaked. Mud everywhere."

Victoria ran towards Frank , her hands went to her mouth. "Oh no! Frank, are you okay?"

Frank gave a sheepish shrug. "I'm fine. Just a mess."

Jim turned to Victoria. "He can't work like that. And he can't drive home covered in mud. You should take a shower here. I'll lend you a clean shirt."

Victoria nodded immediately, her nurse's instincts kicking in. "Of course. Poor man. Frank, come inside.”

Frank followed them into the house, glancing back at Jim. Jim gave him a small, encouraging nod.

Jim led Frank to their private room bathroom. "There's soap and shampoo in the cabinet. Take your time."

Victoria was waiting in the hallway, her expression full of sympathy.

"That poor man," Jim said. "First the medical tests, now this. He just can't catch a break."

They waited in the living room for five minutes, listening to the shower water running. Victoria kept glancing toward the hallway. Jim could sense her nervousness, but also something else, curiosity, perhaps, or a growing warmth toward Frank.

"I have to make an important phone call to a client who is waiting for me," Jim said, rising from his chair.

He took a few steps toward his study, then paused and turned to Victoria.

"You know," , his voice casual but deliberate, "I forgot to give him a towel and a clean shirt. The poor man needs assistance. Would you mind helping him?"

Victoria's cheeks flushed. "You want me to go in there? While he's showering?"

"You're doing it every day at the retirement house, and it will not be the first time you've seen him naked. Help him as he needs; I'll be in my study."

Victoria stood up slowly; it felt like Jim had given her permission to do something she wasn't planning.

She walked slowly towards their private room with a fresh towel and one of Jim's clean shirt in her hands; she could see Frank through their bathroom's transparent door still showering.

She took a deep breath and quietly entered the bathroom.

“I brought you a fresh towel and a clean shirt,” she said while inspecting his physique.

Frank knew it was his turn to act. He turned around, facing her, and replied, “Thank you, Victoria. Will it be much trouble to ask you to scrub my back from the mud? I can't reach properly."

Victoria approached Frank from behind, and as she started scrubbing his back, she accidentally got wet by the splashing water.

Frank burst into laughter ,”I wasn't ready for this,” Victoria giggled.

“I guess you should take your clothes off if you want to assist me,” Frank said.

Victoria paused for a second, but she figured Jim was basically giving her the go‑ahead to help Frank with whatever he needed.

She undressed slowly while Frank was looking to the other side , but he could see everything through the bathroom mirror.

Victoria had an amazing body, big tits, a thick body, and an amazing ass; Frank’s dick reacted immediately.

Still with his back facing Victoria, she started scrubbing him slowly, first his back and then his wide shoulders.

It was the first time she had been in such an intimate situation; she glanced at his erect dick, and her body naturally reacted.

Frank could feel her big tits pressed against his back while Victoria started scrubbing his chest from behind.

At that moment, Jim had quietly entered the room; he wanted to see his wife taken by Frank.

He secretly stood behind the closet, watching the act through their private room's mirror.

Frank turned around, facing Victoria , his erect dick pointed into her body.

“It’s my turn to scrub your back," he said.

Victoria turned her back to Frank, and he gently started to scrub her back, slowly down to her ass.

Frank got on his knees behind her and started to eat her pussy from behind; no one had ever eaten her like that before.

Frank held her hips with both hands and pressed his face against her backside.

Victoria started moaning loudly; her legs couldn't hold her. She bent over and leaned on the bathroom wall.

After some time, when Victoria could not take it anymore , Frank stood up, Victoria got on her knees, and sucked his dick for several minutes.

At that moment, Frank knew he had an opportunity to fulfill every fantasy he wanted, and he wasn't planning to let it slip.

He pulled his dick out of her mouth and slid it between her busty tits.

Frank took Victoria's tits in his hands and began to titfuck her.

After several minutes of titfucking, Frank pulled Victoria up from the floor and bent her over on the wall.

Frank's dick got even harder when he saw her large white ass.

He slowly shoved his dick into Victoria's pussy and started to fuck her.

Victoria’s thick body shook on every stroke.

Victoria was facing the bathroom wall, which gave Jim an opportunity to get closer to the bathroom to watch the scene.

It was a dream coming true for him, a Black man fucking his wife in the shower like in a porn movie.

Jim was highly aroused; he pulled out his dick and started jerking off.

Frank fucked her harder and harder, and Victoria was moaning in pleasure.

She never felt a long black dick in her pussy; the feeling was amazing, and she was in ecstasy.

At some point Victoria was nearly coming; she started screaming in pleasure, "I am cumming , I am cumming."

Frank continued to fuck her hard, and as Victoria reached an orgasm, Frank shot a massive load into her pussy.

It was the best orgasm she had felt in years.

Victoria felt his warm cum in her pussy and on her legs.

Jim quickly slipped out of the room, letting them finish their shower.

After a few minutes, Victoria was the first to come back to the kitchen, while Jim remained in his study.

Frank finished his shower and headed out to the garden to carry on with his work as though nothing had happened.

Half an hour later, just as he was getting ready to leave, Jim went out to the garden and walked over to Frank’s truck.

“How was the shower?” Jim asked.

“The best one I’ve ever had,” Frank replied, a smile spreading across his face.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Jim said.

As Frank turned toward his truck, Jim noticed he was wearing the T-shirt Victoria gave him with the words “Good Job” on the back.

Jim smiled and said, “Keep it.”

Frank looked confused.

“The shirt, keep it. You’ve done a good job.”