The summer was upon me. Stacy had broken things off when she discovered my clandestine affair with her mother, and while the guilt still gnawed at me, I tried not to dwell on it. I needed to move forward, secure a job to earn money for the upcoming semester at college.

For my 18th birthday, I found myself working at Pizza Palace, a local joint that would pay my tuition bills. Thankfully, my father had gifted me a car for my graduation, which I used to deliver the pies.

The week before my birthday, I ended up at a posh part of town that rarely saw my delivery routes - mansions and manicured lawns as far as the eye could see. Pulling up to a sprawling ranch-style home, I grabbed a large pepperoni pizza and approached the door.

It swung open to reveal a vision of pure perfection standing before me. "Hi there," she said with a warm smile. "You must be my pizza boy."

I couldn't help but stare, mouth agape. She was stunning - an hourglass figure poured into a tight white tank top that showcased her ample cleavage. Perky double D breasts bounced with her movements. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back. She wore form-fitting jeans that hugged her plump, juicy ass and long legs for days. A real-life cowgirl type, just wearing regular clothes instead of Daisy Dukes.

"Uh, y-yes, that's me," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush. "One large pepperoni, that'll be $25.99."

She smiled and handed me the cash. "Keep the change, cutie. I'm Lacey, by the way." Winking, she took the pizza and headed inside.

I stood there in a daze, trying to process the gorgeous bombshell I'd just met. I hopped back in my car and drove off into the night, mind reeling with thoughts of Lacey's luscious body.

The next night, I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement when I saw Lacey's address pop up on my delivery list again. Pulling up, I adjusted my uniform and rang the doorbell, heart pounding.

The door swung open, and there she was again, this time in nothing but a thin white robe. It opened partway, revealing the creamy swells of her breasts and a peek of her hard nipples.

"Hey again," she purred, leaning against the doorframe. "So glad you could make it. I got quite... hungry after our little meet and greet last night."

I gulped as she pulled me inside, kicking the door shut behind us. "I thought maybe you could help me with that..."

Before I knew it, she had me pressed against the wall, a hand fishing for my hardening cock through my pants. Her lips met mine in a hungry kiss and I was putty in her hands.

She knelt before me and wrapped her lips around my hard cock. She gave me the most amazing sloppy blowjob ever, stroking my shaft while playing with my balls. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean after.

"Too bad you're young because you got a nice big black cock for a 17-year-old boy."

"How did you know..."

"You work for Pizza Palace, right?"

"Yeah..."

"My husband owns the place."

My blood ran cold as the pieces clicked into place. "Y-your husband? Oh shit..."

I pulled up my pants and ran out of the house. "Tell my husband I said thanks," she yelled behind me.

I tried to avoid that house like a plague. Unfortunately, on the evening of my birthday, my boss insisted I deliver to that address as there was no one else. I drove there with my heart pounding out of my chest.

When I arrived, there was a note taped to the front door, "The door is open. Come in and walk straight to the kitchen."

I did as instructed and found her kneeling on a bench with just a red thong and red bottom heels on, leaning against the kitchen island. "Hey... happy birthday!" she said with a big smile.

She got up and gave me a big hug and kiss. "Get comfortable."

"I... I have.. to get back to work, ma'am."

"No, you don't. You have the rest of the shift off, paid. That's my husband's birthday present to you."

She sat me down on a chair. "And I am all yours, all evening. Happy birthday!"

She knelt before me and gave me another amazing blowjob. Soon, we were naked and entwined on the dining room floor, her on top. She rode me with wanton abandon, her perfect tits bouncing in my face as she moaned and panted. I gripped her soft ass, fingers sinking into her plush cheeks as I bucked up to meet her.

We fucked like animals, Lacey screaming and crying out her pleasure for the whole neighborhood to hear. She came on my cock with a loud cry, squeezing me tight as I pumped her full of my seed.

Glowing and spent, she collapsed on top of me. "Mmm, that was incredible," she sighed, nuzzling my neck. "You really know how to satisfy a woman."

I held her close, drunk on post-coital bliss. "Glad you enjoyed it," I murmured. "Lacey... does your husband know about us? About last week?"

She tensed and pulled back, eyes wide. "Of course. He encouraged it. I've always wanted to fuck a black dick but we couldn't find one around here. The first time I saw you around the shop, I told him I wanted to fuck you. He told me to go for it."

I sat up, feeling used and angry, but very satisfied. My cock got hard again looking at Lacey's naked body sprawled on the floor. We fucked two more times and I left before her husband got home.

Lacey and I continued fucking two or three times a week throughout the summer.

One night after we were done, Lacey told me she loved me. She was catching feelings. It wasn't just sex for her anymore.

A week before I left for school, after we'd fucked, I sat up and sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Lacey, I... I don't think we should continue this. We should end things now before they go any further."

Her face fell, and for a moment, I felt bad for her. She looked so lost and desperate. "But I'm in love with you," she whispered. "You're the first man who's really seen me in a long time. Please, don't do this..."

I softened, seeing the vulnerable woman beneath the brash exterior. "I care for you too," I admitted. "But we can't keep doing this. It's wrong. You're married, and I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore."

Tears welled in her blue eyes. "I know," she said quietly. "I just... I don't want to lose you."

We held each other and talked long into the night, trying to make sense of the mess we'd gotten ourselves into. I kissed her one last time and promised to think about what we'd discussed.

I left that night knowing I had to stay away, for both our sakes. It was the only way. I tried to focus on the future - college, starting anew.

I hoped Lacey would find what she was looking for. As for me? I was ready for the next chapter. This summer would just be a crazy, unforgettable memory.