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The Thrill

I did not plan on writing this story, but the more I contemplated it,
the more I wanted to share with other women and let them know that they
are not alone. My story is about me and the two lives that I live. One
is the life my parents, my husband, and even my best friends think that
I live. The other is the very private dark side that only one man knows.

I married my husband right out of college. I got a law degree and got a
job with a large corporation doing contract work. My husband is an
accountant who got a job working in the accounting department of a large
department store in town. Most of our friends consider us the perfect
little suburban couple. We go to church every Sunday, and we are both
active with our friends and other social groups. David, my husband,
loves to play golf, and he and his buddies are out on the course every
Saturday morning. I am a tennis nut and belong to a couple of leagues in
our neighborhood. Every weekend we gather at either our house or that of
one of our friends for a cookout and drinks. We enjoy our life together.

I consider myself to be a sensual person who enjoys feeling sexy. David
and I both are athletic and take care of selves. We are in the gym three
or four times a week, and I love to run. While I am required to dress
professionally at work, underneath that business exterior is a
mischievous little girl who does her best to keep Victoria's Secret in
business. I like to feel sexy and have to be careful to make sure that
my skirt is long enough to hide the garters that hold my stockings in
place. There is always lace and sheer fabric, and I love to wear a silk
camisole beneath my jacket that reminds everyone that I am a woman.

David's and my sex life is good; it was especially good in the early
years of our marriage. I like taking care of him and want him to be
satisfied. I am pretty aggressive in bed and will fight to get what I
want. I like go to bed wearing some sexy little something that I know
will stir the beast between his legs. David loves for me to suck his
cock, and I have over time developed into what I consider to be a
talented lover when it comes to pleasuring him orally.

I love to rub up next to him and let my fingers walk down his body till
I take hold of his package. I usually start stroking till he is all good
and hard then I start kissing my way down his chest and stomach. Every
girl knows that there is power in sucking cock, and I love to see him
squirm. I like to tease him for several minutes until he is moaning and
begging. At that point, I usually slide off my panties and climb on top
of him. I will ride him hard till either he fills me with his sticky goo
or I have one of my sweet orgasms that makes me buck like a wild horse
on top of his pole. Either way, I make sure that we are both satisfied
in the end. If he cums first, I will lean over him while he is still
inside me and let him suck my nipples while I reach down and rub my
clit. If I finish first, I climb off of him and take him in my mouth
till he shoots his load. He loves to watch me as I swallow the good
stuff and lick his cock clean.

The dynamics in our relationship began to slowly change after a few
years of marriage. I began to move up the corporate ladder at work and
eventually became lead attorney for the contract division. The new
position resulted in a substantial salary increase, but it also required
that I travel more. Whenever my company is in negotiations, I meet with
the other company's attorneys to ensure that we are fairly represented
and that no local or state laws are violated. All of this means that it
is not unusual for me to have to travel two or three times a month for a
couple of nights each trip.

My husband's career was not progressing as fast as mine, and he seemed
to be in a professional rut. He got annual raises and sometimes a bonus,
but he did not get the promotions that I was getting. My salary has
always been more than his, but with the promotions, it became
substantially more. There was a power shift in our house. Whenever there
were decisions that had to be made, he would depend on me to make them.
He began coming to me to ask permission to buy things. His role began to
become more of a caretaker around the house. He started to do most of
the cooking and laundry while I became responsible for the finances and
major decisions. This shift in power also carried over into our bedroom.
While we have always tried to take care of each other as well as satisfy
our own sexual needs, he was no longer aggressive in the bedroom. If he
wanted sex, he would either hint or meekly ask me for it. If I wanted
it, I took it from him. I still love my husband and want to have a happy
marriage, but sometimes a woman wants to be swept off her feet and made
to feel that she is desirable. While on the outside our marriage looked
perfect, I knew that something was missing.

As I mentioned earlier, my job requires that I travel, and I often
accompany the Director of Sales. While we are together on many of these
trips, at work, we rarely see each other. Our offices are on different
floors and on the opposite side of the building. Most of our contact is
made either on the phone or via emails. Jack, the Director of Sales, is
a happily married man with two children. He is a handsome man with a
quick smile and an athletic build that reminds me of a NFL linebacker.
He is one of the few African Americans in management, and he commands
respect.

Two years ago, my company was in the process of acquiring a smaller
company based in Chicago. We were in the final stages of negotiations,
so Jack and I were told to fly up. Knowing that I was going to be gone
for a few days, I called David from the office and told him to be home
early. He had made dinner and washed the dishes when we were finished.
While he was in the kitchen, I slipped upstairs to the bedroom and put
on a red lace babydoll that I knew he would enjoy. I called down to the
kitchen, "Baby, why don't you come up to the bedroom? I have a prize for
you tonight." I heard him running up the stairs.

My sweet little husband looked like a kid in a candy store as he stood
in the doorway and stared at me lying on the bed. I did a slow crawl
across the bed, deliberately flashing him as I slid to the other side.
"Oh boy," he said, "I was hoping you would let me have sex tonight." He
left a trail of clothes from the door to the bed as he hurriedly
undressed. He jumped in bed and pulled me closely. I tried to prolong
things and attempted to kiss him, but he quickly wrapped one arm around
me and rubbed and squeezed my breasts with the other. I nibbled on his
neck as he said, "I love the way you feel. You make me so hard. Is it,
well, uh, okay if we uh...?" I looked and him and said, "Of course baby,
I want you. This is my little present to you so that you will think of
me while I am gone." Without any hesitation, he pushed my legs apart and
climbed on top of me. I held on to him as began immediately pushing in
and out of me. Trying to cope, I feigned a moan of pleasure to encourage
him. Three minutes later I heard, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, I don't think
that I can...." I felt him empty his load inside me. He collapsed on top
of me and muttered something unintelligible. A minute later he was
asleep. When he started snoring, I pushed him off of me. I looked over
at him and said, "Well baby, at least you enjoyed it."

The next morning I met Jack at the airport. We flew up together and took
a cab to our hotel. We were staying downtown on Michigan Avenue at one
of the older but very posh hotels. We had a meeting room reserved where
most of the negotiations took place. Jack ran the meetings while I
supported him with the legal information that he needed. At the end of
the first day's meetings, I decided to go up to the gym in the hotel for
a workout. They have a great workout facility with an indoor track that
runs around the perimeter of the room with all of the workout equipment
in the center. They also have a separate room that has a great pool and
hot tub. Two sides of the room are glass and have great views of the
city. Added to all of this was the fact that it was snowing. Southern
girls like me are still fascinated with snow.

I had been jogging for about 45 minutes when I saw Jack come in and
start his workout. While I ran in circles around the machines, I
couldn't help but admire his muscular body as he exercised. He was
wearing shorts and a sleeveless muscle shirt. His arms and chest looked
powerful as he lifted. I was wearing a pair of black spandex running
shorts and a red Nike sports bra. Two of the walls were covered with
mirrors, and I could see that Jack was stealing glances of me while I
ran. After the workout, Jack called me over and wanted to know if I
wanted to meet him downstairs for dinner. Even though we often travel
together, we rarely eat together unless we are in a group. I thought it
would be okay, and we agreed to meet downstairs in an hour.

I went back to my room, stripped out of my running clothes, and took a
long shower. The hot water felt great after the workout. I dried and put
on my favorite powder. I pulled on a black thong and bra and decided to
wear a black skirt and jacket with a blue silk camisole. I love to wear
a black jacket because of the way it highlights my blonde hair, and the
blue camisole makes my blue eyes sparkle. I decided not to wear
stockings and wore heels. I met Jack downstairs. He was wearing a sports
jacket without a tie.

We had a very good dinner with a nice bottle of wine. Jack was his usual
fun self, and we did a lot of laughing and talking. Jack lifted his wine
glass and toasted me as he said, "You did a really great job in the
meeting today. I don't think that I could do this without you. You wowed
the other guys almost as much as you wowed me." I felt myself blush. One
couldn't help but be attracted to him. Jack is smart, articulate, has
good taste, is very pleasing to the eye, and oozes confidence. Being
from the South, I felt a little strange having these thoughts. It is
still considered taboo for a white girl to be with a black man, and I
know my daddy would have raised an eyebrow if he saw the two of us
together. Even so, I found myself imagining what it would be like to be
with him, a handsome black man.

After dinner, I excused myself to go the restroom; I noticed that Jack's
eyes followed me as I walked away. Walking back to the table, I saw that
Jack had ordered us both a French Coffee with Grand Marnier. We sat and
talked for a good hour before he decided that it was time for him to go
back to his room. I will admit that I was a little disappointed that the
evening was over, but I got up and followed him to the elevator.

The good food, wine, and the after dinner drink had put me in a relaxed,
mellow mood. I followed him into the empty elevator, and he pressed the
button to take us up to our suites on the 25th floor. I leaned back
against the wall as the door closed and halfway closed my eyes. That is
when it happened. Jack moved and stood directly in front of me, took my
chin in his hand, and lifted it as he guided his lips to mine. I
honestly did not see it coming. Even though I was startled, I kissed him
back. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me closer. I felt
my knees go weak as I melted into his powerful body. We kissed
passionately all the way up to the 25th floor. When the elevator door
opened, he simply took my hand and said, "Come with me."

We walked into his suite, and he closed the door behind him as he took
off his jacket. Even though there was only a bathroom light on across
the room, we could see clearly because of the outside lights that
filtered through the windows. He led me across the room, took off my
jacket, and gently pushed me onto the sofa. Jack said, "I have thinking
about you all day. You looked so good running in the gym, and when you
walked down to the restaurant wearing this, damn, I knew that I had to
be with you." I didn't protest; it was as if I couldn't speak. He was in
charge, and I was doing whatever he wanted. He sat beside me and placed
his hands on my bare shoulders. He again pulled me to him, and we
kissed. He felt so strong and dominant. I know that it sounds trite, but
he took my breath away.

His hands began to move up and down my body, and I responded like a high
school girl in the back seat of a car. My nipples were instantly hard,
and I could feel the heat growing between my legs. Jack said, "I want to
touch you. I need to feel your body." He pulled my camisole up over my
breasts and began to feel me through my sheer bra. His touch was
electric, and my nipples ached as he stroked them. He leaned down and
kissed my neck as he skillfully unsnapped my bra with his left hand.
Immediately his right hand was underneath and touching my bare skin. I
held his head in my hands as he touched me, and I moaned aloud.

He released me and stood as he unbuttoned his shirt. I looked at his
dark skin, muscular chest, and flat stomach and felt a desire that I had
not experienced in years. I knew that I was going to be taken, and deep
down, I knew that I wanted it to happen. He took my hand, and I kicked
off my heels as he led me to his bed. I dropped my unfastened bra on the
sofa with my jacket and camisole and undid my skirt and let it fall to
the floor. Wearing only my black thong, I sat on the edge of the bed as
he stood in front of me and began to undress. He slid off his shirt, and
I reached up and ran my hands over his muscular abdomen. I knew what I
wanted and started undoing his belt. He looked down at me and smiled
knowing that I was his willing partner. I undid his pants as he slid off
his shoes. His pants fell down, and I sat there staring as his cock
strained against his underwear. Without saying a word, I reached around
him and pulled him close to me. I rubbed my face against his hardness
and could feel the heat through the fabric. It was his turn to moan.

I looked up at him as I reached into his shorts and took out his cock.
He looked down, his face full of lust, as I pulled out his meaty black
member. His cock was heavy and thick, and the dark color only added to
my excitement. He wasn't fully erect, and already his cock was thicker
than any that I had ever seen. The contrast between his dark angled body
and my soft white hands was erotic. I held his black cock and started to
slowly rub it against my face and hair. His dark curly pubic hair and my
straight blonde hair were so different. I began to slowly kiss his cock
and then began stroking him as I guided him into my mouth. He stood and
watched as his cock slowly disappeared between my lips. I held his hard
ass with both hands and pulled him closely as my head moved back and
forth, sucking him. I love the way it feels when a man's cock gets hard
in my mouth.

I licked up and down his thick shaft, coating it with my saliva. Jack
looked down and said, "I love the way my cock looks in your sweet little
pink mouth. You are beautiful, and your mouth was made for my cock. Suck
me. Suck my cock like you love it." I licked his thick dark shaft and
sucked the head. I then gave him what I had only given one other man in
my life. I slowly took his cock and began to slide it down my throat. I
realized several years ago that I was able to take a cock all the way
without gagging. Even though his cock was bigger than any I had ever
seen and all others paled in comparison (in more ways than one!), I was
able to take it all the way down my throat. I held my face against him
and was able to lick his balls as his big cock rested in my throat. Jack
let out a moan and said, "I have never been with a woman who could do
that." I slid it back out so that I could breathe. His cock was coated
with thick spit that came from deep within my throat.

Jack reached down and played with my breasts and nipples as I sucked his
glorious cock. I loved the way his dark hands looked on my breasts and
the feel of his athletic legs and muscular ass only added to his
masculinity. He squeezed my breasts harder as his excitement grew. I
alternated between sucking the head while I massaged his cock and balls
and taking him all the way down my throat. I wasn't sure how he wanted
to cum, but I was willing to take it anyway that he wanted. Sensing that
he was getting close, I picked up the pace and squeezed has dark shaft
harder as I sucked and licked his thick cock head. I was surprised when
he put his hands on my shoulders and stepped back and kicked off his
pants and underwear and pulled off his socks. He moved back towards me
and gently pushed me onto my back. I lifted my hips, and he slid my
thong off and tossed it on the floor beside my skirt.

I saw Jack smile as he stared at the swollen lips between my legs. I was
more than wet and ready for him. He reached under my bottom and lifted
it with his strong hands as he leaned over and began to softly kiss my
wet slit. I stared between my breasts as I watched as his tongue began
to move in slow circles around my already swollen clit. He squeezed my
ass as he held me up, licking up and down my swollen lips before coming
back to circle his tongue on the center of all my pleasure. The
sensation was intense, and I knew that this man knew how to satisfy a
woman. I watched in the mirror as he stood leaning over the bed, my legs
spread as he licked and gently sucked my clit. His cock hung between his
legs like a black club ready to do battle. I was biting my lower lip to
stifle the low moan that was beginning to build.

He lowered my bottom and began to kiss my body as he moved up to my
breasts. He took one in each hand and began to alternately kiss and suck
each nipple. I was on fire. "Jack," I said, "I want you. I know that it
is wrong in so many ways, but I don't care. Make love to me. Jack, I
need you to make love to me." I tossed my head to one side as I felt the
weight of his body on mine. He climbed over me and began kissing me. I
could taste myself on his lips and tongue. He reached underneath me and
held my ass as he began to slowly grind his cock against my soaked slit.
I spread my legs wider as I reached down and took his cock and guided
him inside me.

He slowly began to push, and I could feel him slide deeper with each
stroke. His cock was thick and long, and I felt a fullness that was new
to me. I thought that I might pass out as he finally buried all of his
fat cock deep inside my stretched walls. I pushed my hands against his
chest so that I could watch him slide in and out of me. His dark curls
and thick black cock looked like chocolate as he slid in and out of my
stretched pink pussy. I leaned back and wrapped my arms around him,
pulling him against me. "Oh Jack, fuck me. I love it. Oh god it feels so
good." He let out a man growl as he began to speed up and fuck me
harder. He told me how tight I was; how much he wanted this; and how
good it felt. I just held on as my heart raced and clit throbbed. I
wrapped my legs around him as he pounded in and out of me. I could feel
his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I was losing it quickly, and
could feel my orgasm beginning. I let out a long moan as waves of
pleasure spread across me. I had never had an orgasm as powerful as the
one that ripped through my body.

Jack slid out of me and rolled me onto my stomach as he pulled me onto
my knees on the edge of the bed. He stood behind me, and I held my ass
in the air as he buried his cock deep inside my wet hole. "Yeah baby,
that's it. You feel so wet and tight. Your hard little ass was made for
me. You look so fucking hot with my black cock buried in you." He had
both hands on my hips, pushing my boobs flat against the mattress and
holding my ass up as he took me. I squeezed my pussy around his cock
wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. He took me that way
for several minutes before he took one hand off my hip and began to
tease my other opening with his wet index finger while he continued to
fuck me. I reached between my legs with my left hand and began to slowly
rub my clit. The added sensations of my fingers, his thick cock sliding
in and out of me, and his finger probing my ass triggered another
orgasm. I moaned as he kept pumping in and out of me, and I clinched
every opening that he was filling. He stepped back and continued to
stimulate me with his finger. I wiggled my ass against his finger and
pushed back against it. I knew what he wanted, and after all of the
pleasure that he had already given me, I would do anything for him. If
he wanted me that way, he could have it.

?

He pushed me flat on the bed and crawled on top of me. He held my body
underneath his as I moved my hips back and forth against his hard tool.
He placed his legs outside of mine and raised his chest, supporting his
weight with his arms. I lifted my ass, offering him the best angle to
enter me. Instead of taking me the way that I thought that he would, he
slid deep inside my pussy and began to slowly fuck me from behind. Jack
was a fucking machine. My husband would have already had his orgasm,
left me unsatisfied, and would be asleep and snoring. Jack was still
enjoying me and looked like he could do it all night.

"Jack," I said, "I want you to cum. I want to feel you inside me. You
have taken care of me twice, and now I want you to have yours. Please
Jack. I want it. I need it." He lowered himself onto his elbows, reached
under me, and held both breasts in one hand as he slid the index finger
of his other hand into my mouth. I sucked his dark finger just like had
I had sucked his dark cock. He squeezed my breasts, and the tempo slowly
increased as he again began to hammer me from behind. He began to thrust
faster, and I felt his body tense. I heard him moan as I felt his hot
cum spew inside of me. He held me that way for several minutes, his cock
buried inside me, his hand holding my breasts, and his finger still
inside my mouth. I was exhausted, full of his semen, and utterly
satisfied. I had no idea that sex could be that good. Jack eventually
rolled over onto his back beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder
and carefully held his softening cock as his warmth oozed out between my
legs.

I awoke the next morning and quietly went to my room. Later, we sat
beside each other in the conference room and acted as if nothing had
ever happened. Anyone watching us would have never guessed what took
place the night before. That evening a bottle of wine was delivered to
my suite. I opened it and poured two glasses hoping that I would hear
from Jack. Ten minutes later there was a knock on my door. I opened it
and Jack walked in. We have been lovers ever since.

That was the beginning of my other life. David has no idea what is
happening. I come home to him after each trip and act as if he is my new
found love. I still make love to him and satisfy him. The only
difference is that now the smile on my face that he thinks is for him is
really in anticipation of my next out-of-town adventure.

Jack and I do not speak to each other at work or communicate in any way
unless it involves business, and there is never any flirting of any
kind. We will sometimes go for weeks without seeing or talking to each
other. But what we both know is that as soon as we are on a trip and we
finish business, I will be in his room exploring new passions as we
offer ourselves to each other.


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