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Interracial Bed Time Stories

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The Co-Worker

By Chase

Sitting down on the bed I opened my laptop and clicked on the Internet
button waiting for a signal from the hotel's wireless. Took only a
moment before I was connected and right away contacted my wife Marisa
through an instant messengers. She had been sitting at the desk waiting
for me and replied almost instantly. I asked her if she was ready?
Confirming she was I hit my web cam software. She did the same and I was
soon staring at my wife's face as she sat in front of our computer in
the living room.

"Can you see everything clearly?" she asked. I told her she was crystal
clear and that the extra money we spent for that good camera was worth
every penny. Looked like she was right in front of me in person. Marisa
stood up and moved to the side asking me if she had to adjust the camera
so I could get a good view of our living room area and our sectional
sofa. Peering into the screen I told her it was a perfect view and I
could see everything. I also told her the sound was perfect as well.

"Good, as long as it doesn't need to be moved or played with. I was
worried we wouldn't get this set up soon enough since I'm expecting him
any minute now" she said. "I can't believe we're actually doing this.
You remember the signal I'm going to give for you to call me and
interrupt us right?"

I assured her I remembered it was a thumbs up motion towards the camera.
I told her she looked sexy tonight. Being dressed in a somewhat short
black skirt that goes down only to her mid thighs. A green tee shirt
with a v neck design with showed an ample amount of cleavage. She had
considered wearing heeled boots but decided last minute to wear only a
pair of ankle socks for comfort. Underneath she wore a matching sexy bra
and panty set. Man was she hot tonight. She was right though it was good
timing. We didn't have it set up five minutes before there was a knock
on the door. Looking surprised she said he was early. Looking down at
the camera she blew me a kiss telling me it was show time. Reaching down
I saw her click the computer monitor off and turning it to face away
from live couch. Watching as my wife walked away from the desk heading
towards the door to the left of the sofa. She went out of my screen's
view but I could hear her opening the door and the clear sound of
Dwane's voice.

Before I continue I should explain how we got to this point with me
sitting in a hotel room watching a web cam of my house. I have been
married now for nearly five years to a wonderful woman named Marisa.
When we first met we hit it off quickly and it was barely more than a
year before we got married. What surprised me was that she was a virgin
when we met. At the time we met she was twenty years old, I'm only two
years older. I thought she looked sexy from the first day we met. She
had lovely natural red hair, pretty blue eyes, and like most redheads,
very pale skin. Used to joke that the only people whiter then her were
dead. She also had freckles on the areas of her body most often exposed
to the sun. Her legs are strong and well shaped. She has naturally wide
hip bones which give he a decent figure. To top it all off she also has
naturally large breasts wearing a size 36 DD bra. I can't say I'm just a
boob guy but they are hard to miss and not stare at.

During our marriage we both admitted to certain sexual turn on's but
never thought of acting on them. She likes the idea of being watched but
never had been before. I myself kind of liked the idea of watching. We
would play around with these during love making over the years and would
have a good time and as close to the real thing as we could get
together. She also admitted liking to play the submissive role and to
being tied. The one that really surprised me though was what she told me
about a year ago. She explained that it didn't happen until after being
married a few years and wasn't sure how to bring it up to me. That
looking at interracial porn of black guys with white women had become
quite a turn on for her. It was the color difference that drew her to
it. She said that the thought of someone as pale as she is with a black
guy was a hot to her. I wasn't sure what to say but she told me it was
only a fantasy; one that we ended up using in bed more then a few times.
I could tell that when we did she would get more aroused then normal.
Yet, that was as far as it went. That is up until now.

I work for a shipping company and my days are four on, three off every
week. Dwane works with me. He's a darker skin black guy, a little bigger
then me, and about half a foot taller. Not a bad guy, just very horny it
seems. Always wanting to talk about sex. He loved to talk about how his
penis was big too and how the ladies loved it. Always considered that
just as boasting and exaggerating. He hasn't been in too many
relationships since I've known him. He said he would love to just find a
girl who wants sex and nothing more. Maybe a married girl since she
won't want a relationship. He even mentioned more then once that he
thought Marisa was hot. Telling me to take no offense but he'd had sex
with her even if she was married to me. Asking me a few times if we were
swingers so he could get the chance. I never thought much of it though
and considered it just screwing around. Marisa knows him as well since
we have hung out with him a few times. She told me that he often just
looked her up and down or stared at her chest. Even I noticed that. She
also said he has talked to her when I'm away for a few minutes about how
he wishes she was single or would consider being with another guy
because he had never been with a redhead and thought she was sexy.

Marisa and I blew this off more so since she actually felt a little
flattered. We never spoke much about any of it until a few months ago
when Dwane entered our 'Marisa with a black guy' bedroom fantasies. She
admitted to me that she even thought of him in a sexual way more then
once. Then a week ago she asked me during sex if we wanted to do it for
real, just on a limited bases. Marisa went on to explain that she wants
me to watch her make out with Dwane, maybe allow him to feel her up.
When we finished making love I asked if she was serious or if it was
just another play fantasy. That's when she said she was serious. We
spent some time laying in bed that night talking and came to an
agreement. She would invite Dwane over while I was in a room at a nearby
hotel. We would buy a good web cam with clear sound, set it up with our
living room computer, and I could watch the two of them. Dwane would
have no idea I was watching to make it more natural for him. Telling him
that I was going to be gone for the weekend. Marisa said that she just
wanted to make out with him, allow him to feel her up a bit, and then
she would give me the signal to stop. The signal would be a thumbs up
towards the camera. I was then to call our home phone breaking them up.
She would then explain to Dwane I was coming home that night instead
because I wasn't feeling well. He would leave, I'd come home, then we'd
have wild sex talking about how my black co-worker felt up my white
wife. At least that was the plan.

We bought a good web cam to have a perfect picture. Marisa gave Dwane a
call a few days before hand inviting him over for the night after dinner
but not telling him why. As the day came around both of us were nervous
and excited. That morning Marisa took a bath and shaved her legs smooth
along with her pussy for when I got home later that night. Going over
the plan for the last time I gave Marisa and kiss as I walked out the
door. Getting to the hotel I went into my room, set up my computer, and
made myself comfortable. We had perfect timing since it was mere minutes
after we set the camera up that Dwane came knocking on the door. My wife
gave me a wink and smile as she headed for the door.

I could not see them but I could hear them. Marisa welcome Dwane in and
told him to have a seat. Ushering him over to the couch into my view he
sat down. Marisa asked him is he wanted anything to drink but Dwane
wasn't in need. Turning away from him she bent over to switch on the TV.
Dwane right away stared at her ass with a slight grin on his face.
Asking Marisa where I was she stood back up and turned back to face him.

"He had to step out for a moment but will be back soon" she told him.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Dwane said he would, asking for beer
if we had any. Marisa walked off into the kitchen. I knew she was trying
to get him more relaxed but most likely was also trying to get herself
more relaxed as well. She was very nervous about doing even just this
much and after a drink or two she would be loose enough to go through
with it. Coming back into the living room with a few drinks in hand she
sat down right next to Dwane. Handing him one they both sat back
watching TV.

"Since you're husband's not here now I have to say that you look really
good dressed like that. Got a nice pair of legs girl" he told her.
Marisa almost right away blushed from the comment thanking him. As time
went by they both had a couple more drinks. It had not been about a half
an hour and they hadn't moved much. Just watched what was on and talked
about work, life, etc. Dwane asked again when I was expected back.

"Well, I'll be honest with you. He actually is going to be away until
late Sunday afternoon" she explained. Dwane got this puzzled look on his
face. "John has no idea I invited you over here. Thought that with him
away and with me home all alone I'd give you a call. You know, to get to
know you better. Maybe get a little closer. Just you ... me ... alone.
You know what I mean?" Dwane wasn't sure at first. Marisa turned to face
him, placing a hand on his thigh rubbing it. That's when I could see the
change in his face quickly as he realized what she meant.

"I have always wanted to get some 'personal' time with you. Was too
nervous though and my husband was always around. But now it's just you
and me with no chance of being caught together."

"So, you're saying about what I think you're saying right?" he asked
her. "Because if you are I'm sure as hell not turning this chance
down."Marisa smiled telling him it's exactly what she means and hopes
she wasn't too forward. "Fuck no girl! Better then wasting time. Can't
tell you how long I've been wanting some alone time with you. To see
more of what you're workin' with."

Smiling my wife gave him a kiss on the cheek then his lips. Dwane moved
in close and they began to make out as I watched them from my hotel bed.
It did make quite a sight with her pale white skin against his black. I
now knew what her turn on was with interracial porn then ever before.
They sat there kissing and could clearly see tongue. Dwane had already
placed his left hand on her side but in time he slowly began to move it
upward. I am sure my wife felt this as he went higher until it was
resting just below her right breast. He stopped there for a minute I
think to make sure she wasn't going to push his hand away. Once he knew
it was fine he moved it higher, cupping her right breast in his hand,
softly kneading it. I could hear a very faint moan come from my wife in
approval.

As I watched the two of them I could feel my dick getting hard in my
pants. Never thought I would find it hot watching my wife making out and
getting felt up by a black guy. Reaching down I began to gently stroke
my dick over my pants. They stayed that way for some time until Dwane
broke the kissing.

"You have a lot of freckles on your body baby. Mind if I play a little
game Marisa called kiss the freckles?" My wife asked him how it's
played. "Well, like this" he replied. Taking his hand off her breast he
pushed her head to the side. Leaning in he began kissing her neck. I
could see my wife almost melting instantly. She loves having her next
kissed and played with, a big turn on, and he was doing a fine job of it
too. Once he had covered her neck Dwane began to trail his lips down to
her upper chest. His lips moved lower until he reached the tops of her
breasts.

"Looks like you have a few here too" he told her just before he began
kissing her exposed cleavage. Her breathing became heavier and even from
my view I could see her nipples were hard, pressing against her
clothing. He then reached up, slipping a few fingers under the top front
of my wife's shirt. Pulling it down he exposed more of her breasts down
to her bra. Kissing again lower, right down to the laced edges of her
bra cup, across between them and then doing the same to the other one.
After finishing he pulled away, looking up at her.

"Are you hiding any from me?" he asked. Marisa nodded no. "Well, if you
don't mind I'll just take a look to make sure" he told her as he moved
his other hand up to her breasts. Guiding his fingers to the top of her
right bra cup he slowly pulled it down until her exposed he hard pale
pink nipple.

"See, I almost missed a big one there!" he exclaimed. Leaning back in he
wrapped his lips around my wife's nipple, sucking on it. Marisa let out
a sharp moan. Dwane didn't stay there for long. Sitting back up he moved
both of his hands down to the hem of her shirt. Without saying a word he
began to pull it up. Once it was above Marisa's chest she helped him the
rest of the way, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it to the
floor. Dwane quickly reached around her back and in a moment unhooked my
wife's bra. I already knew this was past the point she said she would
go. Yet as he slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms she
did nothing to stop him or give me the signal to bring it to an end. She
had only the look of lust in her eyes as he threw her bra on the other
side of the couch leaving my wife topless.

"Fuck girl! Been wanting to get my hands on your big lily white tits for
a while now" he told her. Reaching over to grabbed both of them in his
black hands, fondling. "Such nice, soft, pale white skin. Looks so
fucking hot against me. You have got to be the whitest white girl I have
ever known."

This caused Marisa to laugh. Telling him she had always dreamed of
watching a black guy touch her like this. That Dwane's dark hands looked
hot against her pale white breasts. Dwane smiled and told her he has
something that would be even hotter. Leaning in he pushed her against
the back of the couch. Grabbing her breasts again he began to lick and
suck on her nipples as he fondled them. My wife began to softly moan.

Picking up the phone I called our house. Knowing this was already past
the point she said she wanted to go. It began to ring. After the
answering machine picked it up I acted like I didn't know what was going
on asking my wife to pick up the phone if she was there. At that point
she opened her eyes and looking directly at the computer, waving me off
and mouthing 'not yet.' Hanging up I went back to watching as Dwane
played with my wife's breasts. Which he did for a good amount of time.

Eventually pulling away he looked down at her legs.

"I think there's a few freckles that I missed" he told her. Pulling his
left hand away from her breast he moved it down to her left thigh,
rubbing it. "Yep, you have a bunch here too! How high do they go up your
legs?" he asked. That's what Marisa said something I wasn't expecting.

"Why don't you find out" she told him. Dwane got a big grin on his face
as he slowly moved his hand up her thigh to the hem of her skirt. He
surely didn't stop there though. Pushing further her skirt was soon
creeping up her leg. Higher and higher his hand moved until her panties
were fully exposed and he was touching her upper thigh. He then asked
her if she might have any on her inner thighs? Marisa told him to take a
look as she parted her legs for him. Dwane slid his hand between her
thighs, pushing them open more.

"Doesn't look like you have any there. But there's one more place I
haven't checked yet" he told her. Quickly moving his hand up he softly
ran a finger across her crotch over her panties. "Mind if I take a
look?" he asked. My wife actually told him it was fine! Smiling Dwane
grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them out as he looked
down into them from above.

"Nope, none there" he said with a moan. "Only thing I see if a nice
little shaved pale white pussy. Very nice looking! Do you mind if I
touch it?" Marisa didn't say a word, just watching as he slipped his
fingers into her panties. Opening her legs more I could see the outline
of Dwane's hand under the front of her panties, his finger's moving
around inside. My wife began to gently moan as I watched Dwane rub her
pussy under her panties. This was followed by her yelping out loud. I
didn't know what had caused that until he told her how wet she was and
how tight she felt around his finger. He actually had his finger inside
of my wife! From what I could make out he was fingering her and rubbing
her clit at the same time. Marisa seemed to be enjoying it too.

While Dwane was fingering my wife she took it upon herself to reach
over, placing her left hand on his crotch. She began rubbing his dick
over his pants. Looking at Dwane's crotch for the first time I was
shocked. From my angle it was hard to see but from what I could see of
the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants was impressive.
He looked big and I mean really big! Something that didn't pass the
notice of my wife either who commented on his big he felt. He told her
to take it out to see for herself. He also threw in that since his
finger felt snug in her pussy he couldn't wait to shove his dick in
there. Marisa began to undo his pants as he continued to finger her.
That's when I called the house a second time. I didn't even get a chance
to talk on the machine before she waived me off. Mouthing for me to wait
a minute. Doing as she asked I hung up and continued to watch.

Marisa moaned as Dwane rubbed her pussy. I could clearly hear the sound
of a zipper opening as my wife undid his pants. Looking down at his
crotch she reached into his pants. I could see he fiddling around as she
pulled his penis out. The look on her face said it all.

"Holy shit!" she said out loud. "I never imagined you were so ... so ...
big!" I don't think I could have said it better. He was at least eight
inches long, if not a little longer. He had to be over two inches longer
then mine but most likely more. To top it off he was thick, really thick
with a good amount more girth then I have. From the looks of it he is no
less then five inches around. Never did I once consider that he would
have such a big, thick black dick. He surely fit into that so called
stereotype.

Marisa started to slowly stroke it as he kept playing with her pussy.
She looked entranced as she stared down at that thing. I could tell she
was getting closer to an orgasm. Her breathing became heavier, her
moaning was louder and more constant, and she began stroking his dick
quicker. Dwane continued fingering her. Seconds later my wife's legs
began to shake, her chest and face became flushed as she let out a very
loud moan climaxing. She looked completely exhausted from what had just
happened, relaxing back into the couch. Dwane didn't waste a second
though. Jumping up he striped off his shirt as his pants fell to the
floor followed by his underwear. Kicking it all off he was now
completely naked. His big black cock was sticking out, hard as a rock.
My wife opened her eyes looking up at the naked black man before her.
Reaching down he took both of her hands helping Marisa up to her feet.
Turning her around to face away from him Dwane undid her skirt, letting
it drop to her feet. Immediately he grabbed her panties, pulling them
off her waist, and down her legs as the dropped into a pile with her skirt.

"Marisa I'm going to give you something you'll never forget" he told her
as he took her by the hand. I'm not sure if either of us knew where he
was going with that as he lead her to the other side of the sofa. Our
sectional has a lounge side for laying down to relax, a big open space
that's more then wide enough to sleep on. Maneuvering her back onto the
couch he moved down with her, pushing her onto her back. What he said
next made me realize exactly what he had planned.

"Are you on the pill Marisa?" he asked. She told him that she was, which
is true. "Good because I wasn't expecting this tonight and didn't bring
any condoms along with me as I always do. But I'm clean and know you are
too. And I'm not going to lie, I'd rather go in you bareback anyway.
Have always wanted to." He said this as he positioned himself above her.
Marisa didn't say a word, just stared up at him. Quickly I picked the
phone up, calling my house. As it rang I watched as Dwane pushed my
wife's legs open. My wife seemed to be helping as she spread them wide
to allow him to move between.

"That's right baby! Open those nice pale white legs for your black
daddy!" he ordered. As the answering machine picked up I began to call
out for Marisa to pick up the phone. Doing my best to act like I didn't
know what was happening as I watched it. This time she didn't even
bother responding, just ignored me completely. Dwane was now fully
between her out stretched thighs. As I continued asking if she was home
Dwane laughed. Marisa asked him what was funny?

"Your husband has no fucking clue that his pretty white wife is about to
have my big black dick shoved into her" he explained. "There he is
talking as I'm lining my cock head up with your tight little hole. Can't
wait to see him on Monday. Knowing that he has no idea I fucked his wife
while he was gone. Even more so that I'm about to fuck you bareback to!"

She never bothered to stop him nor did she make a motion towards me.
Hanging up I was about to call again when Marisa let out a quick, sharp,
and loud moan. Looking back to the screen I could tell it was from
Dwane, who was now in the process of pushing himself into her. They both
had the look of slight discomfort about them.

"Fuck girl your pussy is tight!" he groaned. "Never thought it would be
like trying to stick my dick in a vise!" Marisa explained that it didn't
help he was so big. I personally knew myself that my wife is usually
tight around me and I'm not nearly as big as Dwane. On top of that she's
always tighter after she has an orgasm. It didn't really seem to phase
Dwane much as he continued trying to work his massive black dick into my
wife. He told her that he shouldn't complain about it being tight since
it felt so good.

"Just go slow okay?" she asked him. "My husband isn't anywhere near your
size and I'm not used to having something so big in me." Dwane told her
he would be gentle, at first. I sat there watching as he kept pushing
slowly in and out of my wife, each time their bodies would get closer as
he worked it in deeper. Roughly two minutes into it Dwane let out a deep
sign and stopped moving.

"Fuck baby girl your tight pink pussy took me balls deep!" he said
loudly. "I haven't been with too many white girls and none of them have
ever taken it all in." Marisa looked as surprised as he was telling him
she never expected that to happen either. That it was luck because she
could feel the very tip of his dick lightly touching her cervix so there
was no way he could go any deeper. Dwane smiled asking her how it felt.
My wife explained she felt very full, very stretched, and though it was
slightly uncomfortable there was also some pleasure in there.

"Just wait baby. It's about to feel a hell of a lot better. Sex with
your husband is never going to be the same" he insisted. At that point
Dwane pulled slightly out of her then slowly slid it back in.

Marisa let out a low moan. Asking her if it felt good my wife just
nodded yes. Pulling out more a second time before shoving it back in.
This time she moaned louder. Grinding it into her Dwane asked if it
still hurt any?

"No" she replied. "It's just going to take a little getting used to,
that's all. It doesn't hurt though. Other then some slight discomfort it
feels really, really good." This made Dwane smile as he no began to
start a slow, steady rhythm moving in and out of my wife. Marisa respond
by moaning with each movement he made. Could tell by the look on her
face when the discomfort disappeared replaced by pure pleasure and total
lust for the black man above her. As I watched Dwane's black ass and
hips rise and fall as he thrust he massive dick into my wife I felt my
dick actually getting hard again. I soon found myself somewhat turned on
by watching the two of them, rubbing my dick once again.

Dwane was soon alternating between hard, fast thrusts and slow, soft
ones. Marisa was in complete pleasure as he assaulted her body. Her
fingers gripping onto her shoulders as she let out one moan after
another. Some pretty loud. Was hoping that our neighbors weren't home
with the noise she was making. We live in a small two bedroom apartment.
Thankfully on one of the end units but there is still one apartment next
to ours. She was no doubt being loud enough for them to hear. The only
good thing was that they usually work late and shouldn't be home for
hours. Was even more thankful for that as Dwane picked up his pace and
Marisa was now moaning even louder. In fact louder then I ever remember
hearing before as she wrapped her legs around his back. Her feet and
toes curled up tightly in pleasure. Dwane took this of course as a good
sign, giving it to my wife good and hard making her almost scream in
ecstasy.

Marisa - "OH FUCK!"

Dwane - "Feels good doesn't it Marisa?"

Marisa - "YES ... SO FUCKING GOOD! ... OH GOD YES!"

Dwane - "Good baby. Take that big black dick!"

Marisa - "FUCK ME ... FUCK ... ME! ... FUCK YES ... DON'T STOP ... FUCK ME!"

Dwane - "Fuck you with what Marisa? Tell me what you want me to fuck you
with."

Marisa - "FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK DICK!"

Dwane - "That's right girl, that's what I wanted to hear. You to say it
out loud that you're being fucked good and it ain't by your husband.
Wishing he would call you again so I can listen to him asking for you as
I plow your pussy.

I thought that maybe I would oblige him. By this time I was openly
stroking my own dick as I watched the two of them. Picking up the phone
I called the house waiting for the answering machine to pick up. The
sound of the phone seemed to catch the attention of both of them. After
the machine beeped I began to talk.

Me - "Hey honey are you there? It's me. If you're home pick up."

Dwane - *laughing* ... "It's almost like he heard me. Going to enjoy it
while I can though and fuck you good and hard with him in the background."

He was as good as his word as he thrust into my wife hard and fast
making her scream in pleasure. Even had the part of the sofa they were
on rocking some.

Me - "Okay well I'll talk to you later then. Give me a call when you get
home if it's not too late. Love you!"

Dwane - "Tell me Marisa, does my dick feel better then his? Be honest girl!"

"Yes ... yes it does!" she told him as she looked towards the scream and
mouthed the words "I'm sorry' and 'I love you.' Dwane was fucking her
hard and fast, giving it all he had but I could tell he surely wasn't
going to last too much longer. The living room was echoing with the
sounds of my wife's moans and his testicles slapping against her body
with each hard thrust.

Dwane - "Fuck I'm getting close to cumming girl. Tell me again, I want
to hear you say it yourself that I feel better!"

Marisa - "Your dick feels better then my husbands!"

Dwane - "My what dick feels better then who's? Tell me!"

Marisa - "Your big black dick feel so much fucking better then my
husband's!"

Dwane - That's right girl, do you like this big black dick? Tell me!"

Marisa - "I love your big black dick ... I FUCKING LOVE IT!"

Dwane - "Yes baby! ... that's it ... fuck! ... this big black dick's
about to cum deep in your tight married white cunt! ... shit can't hold
it anymore! ... here it comes baby ... fuckkkkkkk!"

At that moment Dwane let out a long, deep moan as he shoved hard into
Marisa one last time, holding it there. I watched his entire body go
ridged. Then his butt cheeks tightened and released over and over again
as he shot he hot black seed deep into my wife's stomach. I could see a
slight smile work across her face as he came in her. He seemed to have a
lot in him as it took some time before he finally pulled himself off of
my wife. Climb from the couch Dwane's dick was hanging soft between his
legs yet still looked huge. He walked off leaving my view and from what
I could hear he went into the bathroom. Marisa just laid there trying to
compose herself. Turning her head she looked over towards the web camera
on the computer.

"Thank you honey, I love you" she said so softly I was barely able to
hear her. I had no doubt she meant every word. Neither of us once
considered that this would have played out as it did if we put her in
that situation. She had mentioned to me several days ago that she hoped
it wouldn't be too hard to stop it before it went too far or that she
would have the will to not want to fully live out her fantasies and
desires. I now realized that she certainly didn't have the will to stop
before it went all the way. I guess I can't slight her for that since
she is an extremely sexual person and has been dreaming of having sex
with a black guy for over a year now. Including fantasies of having sex
with Dwane.

Once Dwane came back into the room Marisa sat up, getting off the sofa.
Explaining that she now had to run to the bathroom herself because his
semen was already leaking out of her. Pointing to the couch she
explained some had already gotten onto it leaving a tiny wet spot. Dwane
said he was sorry that he came so much but it had been a few days since
he last had. My wife stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him.

"A few days!" she said. "As much as you shot into me and it's only been
a few days? My husband doesn't cum this much even after a week!" That
made Dwane laugh. He said that maybe it was because of his black balls,
that like his dick are oversized compared to what she's used to. Dashing
off into the bathroom I watched at Dwane put his underwear back on and
sat down on the sofa relaxed. When my wife came back out she was wearing
a black night gown. Walking over she sat down near him.

"Do you might if I stay here for tonight Marisa?" he asked. "Only
because it's late and I had a few drinks and not sure if I should drive.
Besides you're husband's not going to be home for another day and a half
so he's not going to know if I sleep on your couch."

Marisa didn't seem sure at first but agreed feeling that it would
probably be best if he stayed. They sat there for about an hour watching
TV when my wife got up telling him she was tired and was going of to
bed. Giving her a kiss goodnight he thanked her for inviting him over
and for the good time the had together. Telling her she was the best
he's had in a long time. And also for not raising a stink when he asked
not to use a condom. She thanked him as well and told him it was no
problem because she trusted him. Leaving the room I heard our bedroom
door open. Since our bedroom is located right on the other side of the
wall behind our couch I could hear the sound of her opening our loud
closet door. Coming back out she gave Dwane a pillow and blanket to use
for the night before going back in and closing the door behind her.
Finding myself very much turned on I clicked on the web camera icon and
rewind the action from earlier. Unknown to my wife I had planned on
recording the whole thing so she could watch herself when I got back
home which was supposed to have been tonight. As I viewed it all again I
began to masturbate until I came myself.

Once finished I went back to the normal camera view to see if anything
new was happening only to see Dwane settling in for the night on our
couch. Taking my lap I put it up on the night table beside the bed and
went of to sleep. The light from the computer screen was so faint it
acted more as a night light as I dozed off.

?

Sleeping in a hotel bed was never the best situation for me and always
found myself waking up often throughout the night. This was no different
then any other except for the fact that I couldn't get the image of my
wife Marisa having sex with my black co-worker Dwane. She enjoyed every
moment of it and looked like she was in heaven the entire time. Rolling
over I looked at the clock to see it was almost 2:30 in the morning. Yet
I couldn't seem to get back to sleep. Switching the TV on I was unable
to find anything worth watching or that would help me sleep again. While
I was laying there some movement caught the corner of my eye. Turning to
face the computer screen I could see Dwane sitting up on the couch. He
looked around for a moment just before reaching down to rub his crotch.
Even in the faint light coming from the kitchen I could see he had an
erection again. Reaching into his underwear I watched as he began to
play with himself as he looked across the room at a wedding photo of my
wife.

"Shit, fuck this! Why the hell am I playing with myself when I got the
real thing all to myself?" he said as he stood up. This peaked my
interest as I grabbed the computer and watched as Dwane walked around to
the bedrooms. I heard our bedroom door softly opening follow by the same
gentle sound of it closing. I right away figured out where this might be
going and wondering if my wife was going to agree to it in our bed and
away from where I could see them. After he went into the bedroom it was
very quiet for over five minutes. Then through the thin wall I could
hear what sounded like faint moaning of Marisa's voice. Since our bed is
literally right against the wall on the other side of the couch it was
easy to hear sounds, just not clear ones. Was able to make out what
sounded like Dwane's voice asking my wife a question and like her answer
was too muffled to understand.

It was quiet again for another minute or so when I could again hear
faint moaning from my wife. It was almost constant leading me to believe
they were doing something sexual. Wasn't sure what until the moaning got
louder at the same time I could hear the bed's headboard banging against
the wall in a rhythmic manner. I had no doubt by that point knowing that
they were having sex again this time in our bed. Marisa was moaning
loudly in pleasure so much so that it sounded as if she wasn't in
another room. On top of the moaning and headboard banging I was now able
to hear our bed spring creaking. What is the most amazing part of that
is our bed is newer and doesn't make noise unless you're jumping on the
thing. He was fucking my wife so hard by that time that he was actually
causing the bed to make noise too.

Around ten minutes from when the moaning began it ended with the sound
of Dwane yelling out before everything went silent. The quiet was broken
when the bedroom door opened followed by that of the bathroom door
closing. A second set of foot steps came out of the bedroom and into my
view in the living room. It was my wife Marisa. She was walking
strangely with one hand covering her crotch. Was confused at first until
I saw her grab a box of tissues we had sitting on the side coffee table.
Pulling a few out she bunched them together. Propping one leg up on the
couch and looking down she took the ball of tissues and began to wipe
her pussy with them. That's when I realized she was likely cleaning
herself up after Dwane had deposited another load of his semen into her.
I don't think she even considered I would be awake since she paid no
attention to the computer at all. Once Dwane came out of the bathroom
she went in herself to finish up. When she got out he called her back
into the living room.

"Thanks again Marisa" he said before giving my wife a kiss. "No offense
but you've got one nice little pussy. Your husband's a lucky man."
Smiling Marisa thanked him before going back to bed as Dwane settled
back onto the couch for the night. I never once thought she would have
sex with him a second time much less in our bed and where I couldn't see
them. Felt different then the last time they did because it was out of
sight. Not that I was really pissed off as much as I was shocked by it.
Laying back down I did my best to get some sleep and eventually dozed
off again for several hours.

Around a little before nine in the morning I was woken up by my
computer. Unsure what it was at first I at up to see my wife sitting in
front of the screen sending me an instant message. Pulling the computer
to my lap she asked me how I was doing. Telling her I was fine she said
she was sorry about going all the way last night. That her desire and
lust got the better of her along with drinking which loosened her up too
much and asked me if we were going to be okay. I explained that I wasn't
really mad at her, was just surprised and shocked. I never considered it
would get near that far. I knew she had a real big fantasy about being
with a black guy yet never figured it would actually happen for real. I
explained that we would be fine though. That made her happy. I asked her
how she slept which she said fine except for Dwane who woke her up
around 2:30 in the morning. I asked her where he was now, she said in
the shower. I then said that I was awake when they had sex the second
time in the bedroom. She asked if I was pissed about that? I told her no
I wasn't.

She said she was sorry anyway since it wasn't something that was
planned. Telling me she was sound asleep when he snuck into the bedroom
and crawled into bed with her. She woke up to him behind her fondling
her breasts. In her half awake state she explained she thought it was me
at first until she turned to look and saw Dwane behind her. She was
shocked and was about to jump out of bed but he had a tight grip. That's
when he began kissing her neck again and finding ways to make her more
relaxed, and turned on. As she laid there on her side she could feel he
was totally naked behind her. His hard black dick pressing against her
butt. Marisa explained that she knew this was even worse then the last
time with me watching. Not only because I wasn't able to see what was
going on but it was happening in our bed. She was trying her best to
fight her urges of wanting it even though she really did. Feeling like
she not only wanted it, she almost needed it. To feel his hard black
dick inside of her again.

She said he started rubbing her pussy. By then she gave up resisting. He
kept it up until she was wet which didn't take too long. After taking
his fingers away she felt something much bigger looking for access.
Could feel the soft, spongy head of his cock rubbing her pussy getting
the tip wet. Once he was lined up he wasted no time pushing he big dick
into her. In that position though he couldn't as deep, wanting to put it
all into her again. So he pulled out and told her to get on her hands
and knees. He got behind her, grabbed her waist, and slammed into her;
burying himself fully into her body. She told me that he was soon
fucking her hard and even got her to orgasm around him without having to
rub her clit. Which is something that has never happened. She said he
came soon after she did, pushing his dick all the way into her from
behind as he did. Holding her tightly against him he told her he wanted
to make sure he would get every last drop of cum as deep as he could
inside her body. She explained that he didn't cum as much as the first
time but it was still a lot. She also told me he mentioned last night
she was the first married woman he has ever had sex with that he knows
of and that he thought it was making it hotter then normal because of that.

At that moment the shower turned off and we had to start a new
conversation so Dwane wouldn't read what was said before. As he walked
out of the bathroom and into the living room he headed right over to my
wife asking her what she was up to. Marisa explained that she was
talking to me through the computer while I was free. Dwane was in
nothing but a towel standing to the side of my wife. He was too close to
see his face but everything from his upper thighs to his chest was in view.

"Really?" he asked. "You're talking to your husband?" When Marisa said
yes she was. "This can be fun" he told her as he bent down looking at
the screen. I could now see an almost evil grin on his face. Asking my
wife if she had breakfast yet she told him she hadn't.

"Good then you won't be too full to eat a black sausage" he told her.
Marisa looked up and gave him a strange look. "Now breakfast they say is
the most important meal of the day so I think it's time you had
something to eat" he said as he undid the towel around his waist.
Dropping it to the floor he moved so he was standing against Marisa's
right arm. His dick was semi soft as he grabbed it with his right hand.

My wife looked unsure what to do. I could tell in her eyes though she
wanted to as she peered into the camera at me. Without saying a word I
knew she was asking for permission by the expression she gave me. Trying
to act like I wasn't watching I wrote her telling Marisa it was fine and
to do it while pretending to be talking about another subject. Though
Dwane may not have known my wife fully knew what was being said. Witting
a quick thank you back to me with a smile and wink.

"Open your mouth girl, breakfast is served" he said. His left hand moved
up grabbing my wife's red hair, turning so she faced him and pushed her
head towards his dick. I watched as her face moved closer to his massive
black cock until the tip was touching her mouth. Dwane began rubbing the
head of his dick on my wife's lips. Without saying anything her eyes
looked up at him as her tongue darted out, liking it. She then began
running the very tip of her tongue around the head before opening her
mouth letting him slide it in.

"That's right baby. Suck that big black dick like a good little white
girl. Want you to keep talking to your husband while you do this.
Fucking turn on with my dick in your mouth as he's talking to you on the
computer. Is almost as hot as last night when he was on the phone. Just
suck it when you're waiting for him to get back to you, write him, then
get back to sucking it again."

She did as she said as we both tried to act like I could see what was
going on. I tried to waste some time between responses so I could watch.
As he requested when she was waiting for me she either had he tongue
running up and down his dick or her pink lips wrapped around it, sucking
it in and out of her mouth. Could tell that he lips were stretched as
far as they could get around that monster black dick. Had me thinking
about what her pussy looked around that massive thing. They kept this up
for a few minutes until Dwane pulled her head away. Asking Marisa if her
pussy was wet she told him it was.

"Good, then tell your husband you have to run to the bathroom and will
be right back" he ordered. "It's not fair that you're mouth should get
it all when that white pussy is hungry for some black sausage too.
Besides didn't you ever learn it's not polite to talk with your mouth
full." Doing as he said he then had my wife stand up. Taking her hand he
walked her back over to the couch and sat down. His big black dick was
still rock hard and pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

"I've already fucked you on you back and like a dog. Now Marisa it's
your turn to get a workout. You're going to get on top of me now and
ride me baby. You're husband will wait for you until we're finished" he
told her. I wasn't sure what to say about this but Marisa didn't even
question it as she climbed on the couch, straddling him.

"Take this fucking thing off. I want to play with you big tits" he said
talking about her night gown. Marisa pulled it up and over her head
leaving her like him, nude. I watched as my wife positioned herself
above him while using one hand to line his dick up with her pussy.
Though I could only see her from behind it was more then enough to see
it all. Once she was ready Marisa started to slide down onto his dick, a
little as a time. This time around I actually had a view of his black
dick disappearing into her body.

"Damn Marisa I can't believe how fucking tight your little pussy is.
This is the third time now and it's still as tight as the first" Dwane
grunted. I knew what helped was my wife did kegel exercises so she could
stay tight. Plus, as she again pointed out he was really big. Gradually
she worked it in until she was literally impaled on the thing. Rocking
back and forth as Dwane okayed with and sucked on her breasts. Marisa
was moaning.

"Ride me baby!" he ordered. Doing as he asked she began to slowly slide
up and down on his dick. I watched as his massive black cock disappeared
again and again into my wife. She would alternate between fast and slow.
At times pulling it nearly all of the way out and staying there teasing
him before sinking the entire thing back into her. She was soon moaning
loudly as she rode his dick and told him she was actually close to
cumming. Asking him to rub her clit as she rocked on his dick. Doing as
she asked in no time at all she screamed out in pleasure, cumming around
his dick. Once she caught her breath after coming down she went back to
riding Dwane.

"That's it baby. Slide that white pussy down on my big black pole! Going
to stretch that little hole open. Feels good doesn't it girl?" he asked.

Marisa - "Fuck yes! Feels so fucking good!"

"Can't believe how fucking nice your little pink pussy feels around my
dick! Ain't never felt something this good before" he told her as she
continued siding up and down on it. Marisa was moaning loudly as she was
now riding him hard and fast. From behind I could still see his black
dick quickly going in and out of my wife's body.

Dwane - "Already going to make me cum Marisa. Do you want me to me to
cum in you again?"

Marisa - "Yes! ... cum for me!"

Dwane - "Tell me you want it in you! Tell me like a good married white
slut!"

Marisa - "Please cum inside of me ... cum as deep as you can in me!"

Dwane - "Fuck ... keep it up ... yeah ... tell me again ... tell me
where you want me to cum"

Marisa - "Deep in my pussy"

Dwane - "Oh shit ... fuck ... going to cum again deep in that married
white cunt! ... ahhhhh!"

He let out another deep moan, pulling my wife all the way down onto his
dick until he was fully into her. Holding her waist tightly as he also
pushed up into her. Watching his body react I knew he was once again
shoot his hot semen deep up in my wife's body. He didn't let go for a
second until he was fully unloaded into her. Explaining he was starting
to get soft Marisa moved up sliding his dick out of her. His cock
flopped down onto the couch between his thighs as she went off to clean
up. Reaching for the remote he just sat there naked watching TV.
Couldn't help but notice his flaccid cock limp on our couch yet still
fucking huge!

When Marisa came back into the room she was wearing a robe. Dwane asked
why she put clothes on that's when she explained that I told her I was
coming home early and was expected by this afternoon. Dwane looked upset
telling her he was sorry to hear that since he was looking forward to
spending another day with her alone. Getting up he left the room for
some time before returning fully dressed.

"I guess I had better run so he won't catch me here. I hope we can do
this again soon; real soon" he told her. Bending down Dwane gave my wife
a kiss before saying goodbye. As he was heading out the door he turned
around thanking Marisa for the best weekend he has had in a long time.
Closing the door behind him Marisa walked back over to the camera.
Telling me to come home she reached over turning it off. Without wasting
a second I packed up and checked out of the hotel. Was home in less then
thirty minutes from when Dwane had left. I barely got through the door
when my wife jumped me, dragging me to our bed and was soon riding my
very hard dick. The whole time going into detail how it felt and asking
me how it looked until I came in her. It was some of the hottest sex we
ever had.

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The Trainer

By Chase

?

"Yes! Fuck me!" I screamed as he plowed his massive penis in and out of
me. It felt so good though I still couldn't believe that I was actually
doing this. That I was really having sex with a man who wasn't my
husband ... but I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Maybe I
should go back to the beginning where all of this started.

My name is Marisa. I'm 27 years old and have been married now for four
years to my husband John. It's been great except for major issues with
his work but I will explain more about that in a minute. As far as
myself I am a house wife in every sense of the word. He thankfully makes
more than enough for us to live comfortably and though I had worked
part-time up to recently the store I was employed at went out of
business. Leaving me with plenty of free time on my hands. I do like to
exercise in nicer weather, either jogging or swimming. I'm far from a
stick of a woman though at 5'6" and 150 pounds, and usually have to wear
a size 8. Yet, that along with my weight has less to do with any fat
than it does with two major factors on my body. One is my hips which are
naturally wide. The other is also natural and a real pain in the ass at
times, my chest, a size 36DD. They have often been one of the first
places guys stare at but up to now the only man who has ever seen or
touched them in John. I'm also a pale skinned redhead and to be expected
I need to be careful when spending too much time outside. I don't tan, I
burn. Friends used to tease me about being so pale I was almost
transparent.

My relationship with my husband is well considering. We don't get to see
much of each other like we used to sadly. He works as an over the road
truck driver currently and is only home three days every two weeks.
Which really sucks for us. It wasn't always like this. When we met
through some mutual friends he was working at a local company and had
plenty of time off. Well, when things started to go bad with the economy
they had to lay off many of their workers, including John. He spent over
a month looking for a job similar to it but was unable to locate one so
he was forced to take a position he never wanted to. He has been doing
it now for a couple of years and is still hoping something better will
come up soon. Sadly when ever a local job comes up he's always passed
over for people whom have been on the job longer than he has. It has
taken a bit of a strain on us but nothing that we can't live with until
things improve. We still get along well, when he's home that is. The
only major blow has been to our sex life. Granted he was never as much
in the mood as I am but it's of course far worse then before. I
personally have a massive sex drive while his has always been generally
low. Which surprised me most of all because I was a virgin when I met
John and he was my first and up to now the only man I have been with.

To replace the physical contact we once had I found myself masturbating,
a lot. At first just to my own imagination. Then one evening about one
and a half years ago I just took some time and checked out what I could
find on the Internet to help me get there. Of course it wasn't the first
time I looked at porn online but it became the start of what ended up
becoming a daily interest in it. I never looked for anything in
particular, just generally an equal opportunity voyeur. While doing this
I came across something I never considered before, interracial porn. The
first time I looked I thought 'well that's interesting' and moved on. A
couple nights later I found some more which peaked my interest slightly.
I'd say within a month's time it was my main interest. Eventually taking
over until it was pretty much all I was looking at was white women with
black men or just photos of nude black men. I found out it really turned
me on in a major way! Something I worked hard to keep my husband from
knowing about.

Now it had nothing to do with the old "big penis" myth since I know
every man is different. Also every woman is different as well and a big
penis might only go so far. Have seen women take massive things almost
all the way or all the way in them and others barely get more than half
of it in. Not to mention men in porn are likely to have bigger ones
because they are in porn. What really turned me on was the color
contrast and more so since I'm so pale. I couldn't help but try and
imagine what someone like me would look like up against a black guy.
Nothing got me so horny so fast as that thought. I also found myself
read interracial erotic stories, and even posting a bunch of photos of
me under a second screen name. Then using that name to go into chat
rooms geared towards this interest to talk to black men. That was whole
new level of turn on for me though I didn't do it often.

While doing this I met a man named Jerome about six months ago, or at
least that's what he said he name was. Though it didn't really matter
either way. He is 29 years old, 6'2" and a deeper milk chocolate skin
tone. We lived in a different state but one that just happened to be
right next to the state I live in. Seemed like almost every time I got
on he was there. We talked about a lot of things, needless to say almost
every time at least some sexual talk was exchanged. More so when I said
I am on birth control. He seldom missed a chance to talk about things
he'd love to do to me though not in bad vulgar way. Talked about all the
things he would do to me if we met in person. Often mentioned about
"going down" on me or the like. Yet, in an odd way we become just
friendly even with our less than subtle sexual desires. Simply just
talking to each other and getting things off our minds. I can't deny I
did masturbate to him more than once. Not that I went into it thinking
about him, he just kind of crept into my mind.

He was really hot, from what I saw, then again if it was him. He never
sent a face photo explaining that he worked with the public and didn't
feel comfortable about sharing that. Though he did see whole body and
face photos of me, all clothed of course. He sometimes commented on my
chest and legs but mostly on my very pale skin which he thought would
look hot against him. The photos of his body were nice though. Fairly
well built, tall, nice deep brown skin, and from what I could tell he
looked like he was packing between his legs. He never sent a nude photo
and I never sent one to him either. He was great for my self esteem
often complimenting me. He used to tell me how we need to meet in person
one day. I would jokingly agree knowing I never could get the nerve up
for such a thing. We did get to learn a lot about each other which made
me more comfortable. Jerome explained to me that he get's about as
turned on over white women as I do black men and like me has never been
with one. He also informed me he never thought much about being with a
married woman but I was changing his mind about that. It was all in fun
though as my dull sex life went on with my over worked husband. Then one
evening John hit me with something I never expecting in a million years.

One evening after making love to John about two months ago he said
something that blind sided me. First explaining that he wasn't sure how
much longer he would have to be on this horrible schedule he went on
telling me how he understood that certain needs of mind weren't being
fulfilled as I would like. Asking him what he meant he flat out told me
sex. That he knew my desire for sex way out distanced his and with his
job being another problem I wasn't getting it as much as I wanted. I
told him it was fine and not a big deal at all. Interrupting me he said
he thought a lot on it for a month now and informed me that he would
understand if I found another guy to handle my needs for the time being.
I was shocked since we never spoke about this before. I told him I never
considered that and I wasn't sure if I ever could. Interrupting me once
again he insisted that it would be fine if I did but just not let him
know about it. I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. Only just telling
him I was fine with what we had to deal with right now and I have no
need to look for another man. After he fell asleep I just laid there
thinking about what he said. I was surprised and unsure what to think.
Could I ever really do that? 'No way!' I thought but the seed was
already planted in my head.

About two weeks ago my friend Jessica stopped by on a cold, snowy, and
all around crappy morning. We just sat around drinking some coffee and
talking to waste some time on an otherwise slow day. During our
conversation I complained about the bad weather and that it's preventing
me from getting much exercise. Mainly because I enjoyed jogging and
walking outside in nicer conditions. Not only was it boring to be stuck
inside most of the time but I certainly wasn't going to be able to stay
in shape for long. Jessica told me I should join her then at a gym she
joined. That it wasn't expensive at all and had all sorts of equipment
to use along with classes and trainers available as well. Being in a
rural area about forty five minutes from anything of real size I never
once considered doing something like that. More so since again being in
a more rural location when nothing like that is nearby. Jessica
explained to me that it was a newer place and from my house would be
about an hours drive.

"Not like you don't have the time" she told me. Saying that they do it
as a pay per month system so once the nice weather came back I could
just jog the local roads and paths as usual. My interest was peaked more
so when she told me she goes two to three times a week and we can just
go together if I want.

"I'm going tomorrow afternoon" Jessica said. "You're first visit is free
if you go with a current member so as far as I'm concerned you don't
have a choice, you have to come with me just to try it out." Laughing I
told her why not? I'll go alone since what harm could it do? Well, it
was about to cause a major change in my life.

Jessica told me to meet her at her house at 10:00 AM since it would be
easier for me to drive there then for her to drive her car to the gym.
Putting on my green cotton lycra pants, a good sports bra because with
these things you need one, and a comfortable green U necked tee shirt.
Yes, I like green and redheads do look good in green. Throwing on a
coat, sneakers, and grabbing my purse I jumped into the car and drove to
Jessica's house. Parking in her driveway I found her already waiting for
me in her car. Hopping in she pulled out and forty minutes later we were
parking in the lot beside the gym. It was a massive place like I've seen
while driving in other place before but it was still of decent size and
full of all sorts of equipment I only wish we had at home. When we
walked in Jessica told me I was her guest and I had to show my show I.D.
along with filling out a paper for being there today.

Putting our stuff in lockers we went out to the exercise equipment.
Jessica asked me if I wanted to join her for an aerobic class she comes
here for. I told he I'd pass this time since I was just in the mood for
a nice long walk and maybe a little jog. Parting ways I quickly found a
treadmill since the place was mostly empty and spent the next 40 minutes
alternating between a light jog to a steady walk as I watched one of the
TVs they have up on the wall. While I was on the machine I took some
time to also glance around the place. It was really nice for what they
change to be a member and knew I would likely end up joining myself. I
also got a glimpse at two men on the other side of the gym, one white,
the other black. From the looks of it the white male was a member and
the black guy a trainer as he seemed to be guiding him through some
exercises. Plus he was wearing the same type of outfit all of the
workers here have on. Of course my eyes were fixed on the black guy. He
was well built though not huge but just right, darker skin tone, good
looking, and put some really naughty thoughts in my head almost
instantly. Physically he reminded me slightly of my online friend
Jerome. Snapping out of it I knew this likely was not the best place to
have such thoughts.

"Wait until you get home Marisa" I said to myself knowing full well that
I was already in the mood. When Jessica came out she said she wanted to
take a short shower and asked me if I would be ready to head home or
wanted to stay longer. I informed her I was fine with leaving when she
was ready. I told her I would take this time to sign up myself here, at
least to try it for a month. Jessica was pleased I had a good time then
headed off to clean up. Hopping off the tread mill I went over towards
the front desk. As I left I took a glance over to where the two men were
earlier and both were already gone.

"Damn!" I thought. "Was hoping to get a better look at that black
trainer." As I walked up to the front I picked up a form to fill out for
joining. No one was there at the time so I fill out the form before
hitting the bell on the desk for assistance. Once complete I tapped the
bell a few times and waited. Peering around again as I waited I was
startled a few moments later by a voice.

"Can I help you" a man said from behind me. Turning around quickly I
found myself staring at the same black guy I was watching earlier. 'What
luck' I thought. He was even better looking then I thought from the
distance I saw he earlier. He stood a little over six feet tall.

"Yes, I just wanted to hand this to someone so I could join" I said with
a smile as I passed the paper over the desk top. He smiled back as he
looked into my eyes and almost instantly got a strange look on his face.

"I'll go get someone who can help you with this" he said. "Have we met
before? You look familiar" he added. I told him I do not remember
meeting him, that maybe we've just passed each other sometime at a store
of the like. At the same time thinking to myself that if we had met I
doubt I would have ever forgotten him. I then told him maybe he'll
remember when I'm here next time. He said he might as he called for the
lady who is usually here. As he handed her the paper I filled out he
walked away but kept taking glances back towards me with a puzzled look
upon his face. Jessica soon appeared as I was completing the membership
information. Once full done we left for her house where I jumped into my
car, got home, and took a nice long shower. Later that night, not
surprisingly, I found myself masturbating to the thought of that hot
black trainer from earlier in the day before dozing off to sleep.

The next day was pretty uneventful. The weather was crappy as usual,
cold with some snow. Spent most of it cleaning while home alone since
John sadly wasn't going to be back for another day and a half. In the
evening Jessica gave me a call and told me that she wasn't feeling well
so she couldn't go back to the gym tomorrow as planned. I wished her
well and told her not to worry about it. More so since I joined so I
could head over on my own. When I woke the next morning it was snowing
again and realized with the low temperature I would pack my workout
clothing and dress a little warmer. Throwing on a pair of jeans, black
boots, and a long sleeved shirt I stuffed my gym clothes into a bag, put
on my coat, and drove over for a nice morning workout. I know I was nuts
for going out in this weather, more so with my small car but I tried to
take it slow and hoped I wasn't so dumb by doing this that I wouldn't be
able to get back home later. I just needed to get out of the house
again. When I got there I found I was the only person other than the
employees. Guess the weather kept people away. First getting changed in
the locker room I went over to the treadmill again.

Several minutes later some movement caught my attention. Turning my head
I saw that sexy black trainer again standing near an office door looking
at me with a big grin on his face. Being nice I waved at him and he
returned the same. The entire time I was there he periodically would
watch me which made me a little turned on. Once I was finished I
strolled back to the ladies locker room. As I was about to enter I heard
a familiar voice from behind me call out for me to "hold up!" Spinning
around I saw it was that black trainer again, quickly walking towards
me. I stopped and waited for him to approach.

"I knew I remembered you!" he said smiling. "You're Marisa! It didn't
really click until I read the name on your membership application. When
I got home I made sure and after looking at some photos I realized it
was you." I told him I was really confused by what he was talking about.
That I never recall ever meeting him before the other day.

"Well, you're right we never met in person" he explained. "We've talked
though, many times before online. I'm Jerome!" I was speechless and
wasn't sure what to say.

"You're kidding?" I asked.

"No, I'm not!" he said smiling. "I never thought I'd ever actually meet
you but here you are! I'm off work in about thirty minutes because we're
closing early due to the weather. I want you to wait for me okay? I just
want to talk to you in person for a change. Been so long and this is
like a dream come true for me." I don't know why but I actually agreed
without thinking. As I got changed I was shocked that this had happened.
Never in a million years did I believe I would run into him. More so
since he lived in the next state over which was a good 40 to 50 minute
drive from here just to the state line.

After getting dressed I grabbed my stuff and went into the lobby area. I
felt like just running out and driving off. Felt awkward and wasn't sure
if I should stay or leave. That ended up being decided for me. Peering
out the front window I could see the snow hadn't stopped. In fact it had
gotten much heavier since I had come inside. This meant some real
problems for me. Our second car I normally use of a small rear wheel
drive and not designed for this type of weather. It was bad enough
getting here but getting back might be down right dangerous. More so
since I had to cross over a small mountain going either way. What was I
going to do?

"Shit!" I yelled out loud as I watched the snow fall.

"What's wrong" I heard Jerome say from behind me. Turning to face him I
explained my crappy situation. He seemed upset by my plight. Explaining
that he was going to take me out to lunch so we could talk but realized
now that probably wouldn't be such a good idea. He was quiet for a
minute then said he would take me home. I told him I wasn't sure about
that. More so since he lived no where near me.

"It's really no problem Marisa. I have a an SUV meant for this stuff and
I have nothing else to do for the rest of the day anyway. Besides what
other options do we have right now? There's no place to stay around
here. You're car will be fine here and I'll let them know it's yours.
Plus it's not like you don't know me and I'm some strange creep" Jerome
said. I stood there watching the snow fall from the window building up
quickly racking my brain to figure out some other solution to the
problem. As much as I tried I couldn't figure out another way home,
reluctantly agreeing to Jerome's offer. He told me they would be closing
in ten minutes and we would head out soon after that. I thanked him for
helping me out. Taking a seat in the lobby I just watched out the front
windows wondering if I made the right decision. Once everything was
settled with his job Jerome came to me smiling and asked if I was ready
to go? I said I was, standing up we both headed out to the parking lot.

The drive home was extra long because of the really bad weather. Even
with Jerome's SUV we had to take it slow and careful. The normal 40
minutes ended up being over an hour long. We were one of the few cars on
the road and the closer we got to the house the worse the weather seemed
to get. It was a nice trip otherwise though. We talked the entire time,
got to know each other even better, and made me very comfortable around
him. We had a pleasant long running conversation and had a good time
despite the rough trip. When we finally pulled into my driveway I
offered for him to come inside for something to eat and drink before he
made the trip back home. Jerome agreed and we were soon relaxing inside
of the warm, dry house. I willingly made us both lunch and we both sat
down to eat as we continued our conversation. Jerome said if he had
known we lived so close to each other he would have tried to get us to
meet sooner. That he lived right over the state line, almost literally
which is why he ended up working where he does. The trip is nearly an
hour but the pay is worth the effort for now.

Afterwards I lead him into the living room to so we could talk on the
couch a few more minutes before he headed out. Flipping on the TV for
the weather update we found ourselves only in the middle of a really
heavy storm. They even said that unless you had an emergency to try and
stay off of the roads if possible. Which meant even more for our area
since we are more rural and not nearly the first in line to have our
roads plowed. I was very concerned for Jerome's safety and told him as
much. He said he would be fine but I wasn't so sure. Just a quick look
outside proved my point that it wasn't safe considering the car tracks
were mostly covered over already. I told Jerome as odd as it was he
could sleep in our small guest bedroom for the night and leave in the
morning after this has pass and the roads were cleared.

"Would your husband be okay with my staying here?" he asked. I hadn't
thought of that so I figured I would call and ask. More so if he came
home early in the morning to find some strange black guy alone in his
house with his wife. Going for the phone I realized I had forgotten to
place it back onto it's charger last night. When I attempted to turn it
on the batteries had died. Laughing at my stupidity I grabbed my purse
to use my cell phone instead. John quickly picked it up and I wasted no
time explaining the situation but made a point to leave out the fact
that Jerome was a male. I lied telling my husband it was a woman who
worked at the gym. John was more than fine with it then broke some bad
news. He said he tried calling the home phone but no one answered. The
weather was going to hold him up and wouldn't be home tomorrow morning.
At best it wouldn't be until early evening. I was of course upset about
that and to top it all off in the middle of our conversation he got a
call from his boss. We had to cut it short. John assured me he'd call my
cell again later tonight though.

Hanging up and shoving the cell phone into my pants pocket I informed
Jerome that John said it was fine before rushing off to fix the guest
bed. It was still early, not quite two in the afternoon leaving us with
plenty of time to hangout. We spent hours alternating between TV and
just talking. Before long it was dinner time. Fixing a quick meal we sat
and ate. It really became an enjoyable day despite the bad weather
outside and really got to know far more about Jerome. As we were just
wasting time sitting on the living room couch Jerome said that since he
did me a favor he wondered if he could ask the same of me? Laughing I
told him I was surely in his debt so how could I say no?

"Well, I'm not going to lie that I find you sexually attractive and
always have" he explained. "And all day I have by wanting to do nothing
but kiss you. I hope that wouldn't be to out of line to ask such a
thing?" I laughed and thought about it for a moment before telling him
it would be fine. Actually, the idea was kind of hot to me and thought
that at least I would get to do something with a black guy since I
didn't have the courage for anything more. Jerome smiled as he moved
closer across the couch until we were side by side. As we turned to face
one another I started to giggle. Smiling at me Jerome asked what was
funny? I told him it was just my nerves and even felt "butterflies" in
my stomach over this.

"Just close your eyes and relax Marisa" he whispered as he leaned in. No
sooner had I closed them than his lips pressed against mine. I felt a
surge of excitement as he did. A quick peek then he pulled back. Opening
my eyes again I looked at him, with a small grin on his face.

"Was that so bad?" asked Jerome. I told him not at all. "Good than this
will be much better" he said as he placed his hand on the back of my
head. Moving again towards me he kissed me again, this time more deeply.
In seconds he snaked his tongue into my mouth and I felt my body almost
melt. I replied by kissing him in kind. In not time at all we were full
blown making out on my couch. Jerome was massaging my right knee and
thigh with his hand. Could feel myself becoming more calm. That was
until I felt his left hand move first to my waist, gradually moving up
my side until it was resting just below my right breast. I tensed up and
pulled away.

"I'm sorry" I said. "I just ... I just need to get a drink." I quickly
stood up, rushing for the kitchen. Jerome asked if he did something
wrong? I told him he didn't before walking out of the living room.
Leaning against the kitchen counter I felt like my head was spinning.
Even seemed like I was having a hard time breathing. I was a mix of
emotions. How badly I wanted to continue, to not stop him. Then my other
side said it was wrong, that I'm married, that I barely know this guy at
least in person. As I stood there in a battle with myself Jerome walked in.

"Is everything okay?" he inquired. Looking up I said I was fine, just
simply got a major case of the nerves. "I'm sorry if I had something to
do with that" responded Jerome. I assured him it was solely me and not
him. Jerome moved up behind me and proceeded to softly rub my shoulders
in an effort to help me relax. My mind was racing as he touched me. My
stomach was in knots and I kept thinking, trying to reason, as to what
to do next. I knew how badly I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, and to
do a hundred other things together. I have masturbated countless times
to the thought of being with a black guy and here is one here, now. How
many times did I touch myself while thinking about Jerome? Dreaming
about having sex with him? What's wrong with me? The words John said
then came into my head. That's when I pushed Jerome's hands off of my
shoulder.

"Kiss me" I said, spinning around to face him. He asked me if I was
sure, I only nodded. Jerome bent down kissing me deeply again. Placing
his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him. As we stood there I knew
what I wanted to do but had a hard time getting up the nerve to do it.
Finally I decided it was now or never. My right hand was shaking as I
moved to place it on top of his left hand. I left it there for nearly a
minute before I got the balls to grab it. Pulling it away from my waist
I guided it slowly up, higher and higher, until it was once again
resting underneath my right breast. Jerome broke the kiss this time
staring down between us at where I placed his hand then back up into my
eyes. I gave him an approving look as I lifted my hand away from his.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I told him I was more than certain I wanted
him to. He didn't say another word, simply moved his hand higher,
cupping my right breast in his hand. It actually made me feel a little
light headed as he began to softly kneed it. I couldn't believe this was
really happening to me. I felt a mix of excitement, arousal, and still
nervous.

"Have wanted to touch you like this since we first met" Jerome said.
Leaning down he kissed me deeply again while he continued to lightly rub
my breast. I could feel my nipples getting hard, pressing against my
bra. Eventually he broke the kiss once again only to push my hair back,
tilt my head, and kiss all over my neck. First one side than the other
including small "love bites." He knew from past conversations this
really turned me on and got me into the mood when John does it. Jerome
was now having the exact same effect on me as I let out soft moans.

"How far do you want to take this Marisa?" Jerome asked in a whisper. I
wasn't sure how to answer this. So, I simply said the first thing that
came to mind.

"I don't care" I barely got out. Jerome took that as his green light.
Grabbing my waist he spun me around until I was facing away from him.
Pushing my hair to my right shoulder he proceeded to kiss the left side
of my neck. I nearly melted into him. He then moved his hands from my
waist. Lifting them up he placed them on both of my breasts, gently
playing with them. I can't lie, I wanted him to touch me like this. This
soon progressed as Jerome pulled his hands away from my chest only to
reach down to grab the hem of my shirt. Pulling it up I lifted my arms
as he slid it up over my head. I took over from there pulling it the
rest of the way off my arms and laying my shirt on the counter in front
of me leaving me in only a bra above my waist.

Jerome went back to playing with my breasts. First kneading them as
before then running his fingers along my exposed cleavage and
occasionally slipping a couple down between them. This was turning me on
more with every passing moment. Then he kicked it up to the next level.
Gently brushing the tips of his fingers from his left hand across my
cleavage he than moved them to my right breast moving them slowly back
and forth across the lace top of my bra. Then suddenly he slipped them
down under the top of my bra cup until they were touching my right
nipple. Taking in between two fingers he gave it a quick pinch causing
me to gasp out loud. He then rolled it gently making me moan. Pulling
his hand out he switched over doing the same to my left breast. I was
beyond turned on by now. Jerome soon pulled both hands away only to grab
the back of my bra, unhooking it. What am I doing? I thought to myself
as I reached up sliding my bra straps off my shoulders and laying it on
top of my shirt. Jerome then spun me back around to face him.

"Shit! Such nice big white tits" he said grinning from ear to ear. "Been
dying to see them. Nice little pale pink nipples too." Jerome grabbed my
waist and lifted me up onto the countertop behind me. He took my right
breast into his hand still smiling. Jerome bent down and ran his tongue
around my very erect nipple just before taking it into his mouth. He
then began to lick and suck on my nipples, alternating between them. The
one he didn't have his mouth on at the time he played with using his
hand instead. I was moaning softly as he played with them. Looking down
I watched as his black hands caressed my pale white breasts. The
extremely hot sight of that alone was enough to get me wet as hell not
to mention his mouth on them. I don't believe I have ever been so horny
in my life as I was at that moment. Jerome than pulled away letting go
of my breasts. I was kind of disappointed until what he said next.

"Lets get you off the counter and into the bedroom. We need more room
and someplace more comfortable for what I want to do to you" Jerome
explained. Helping me down Jerome took my hand leading me out of the
kitchen and down the hallway. At first I figured we would go into the
guest room where he was staying but he walked me past that and directly
into the master bedroom instead. Granted the bed it bigger and more
comfortable. I just hadn't considered doing anything on or near the bed
I share with my husband. Jerome walked my topless self to the side of
the bed. Kissing me again before he guided me to sit down on the edge of
the bed.

"Lay back Marisa" he ordered. Doing as he said he grabbed first my right
leg than my left removing my boots. Bending down towards me I watched as
he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Telling me to lift my hips he
grabbed the waistband pulling them down over my butt, my thighs and
finally yanking them off my feet before dropping them to the floor. I
was now in nothing more than my panties and ankle high socks. That
didn't last long as he wrapped his fingers under the elastic top of my
panties. Asking me to lip my hips again my panties followed the same
fate as my pants.

"Might as well go all the way while we're at it" said Jerome as he also
yanked my socks off before looking down at my naked body. "Damn, that is
one nice pale white pussy! Smooth and shaved bare too. Now, to do
something I have been wanting to do real badly to you baby girl. Move on
up to the middle of the bed like you would normally lay down to sleep"
he ordered as he pulled his shirt off. Doing as he said I stared at this
very sexy black man the whole time, resting my head on my pillows. Out
of no where he asked me if that was my husband John? Peering over I
looked at where he was pointing to see a photo of my husband and me
together on my night table. I informed Jerome it was John which he
replied he was wondering what the guy looked like. Jerome moved to the
end of the bed and kicked off his shoes before climbing up. Moving up
towards me on his hands and knees he took my legs and pushed them apart.
Moving up until his well shaped black torso was between my pale white
legs. Looking down I watched as he reached up with his right hand and
softly ran the tips of his fingers across my vagina. My body instantly
jumped in reaction. He then moved them spread me up gently rubbing my
clit several times than moved his fingers lower, slowly circling one
around my wet hole. Without warning he pushed it in causing me to gasp.

"Wow, you've got one nice tight little pussy don't you? It's nice and
snug even around my finger" he said as he slid it in and out. Moving his
head lower he flicked my clit with his tongue and then started to
perform oral sex on me. Damn did it feel good. He had often talked to me
about doing this but never believe it would ever happen. Now I was more
than glad it was. He was almost a pro at it and could feel my whole body
surging with pure pleasure. He had me moaning in no time at all. I
enjoyed every single second of it. He was so good that I even found
myself reaching an orgasm in barely five minutes from when he started. I
could feel it building just before it hit me hard causing me to grab the
bed tightly as I screamed out loud. Jerome didn't stop as John usually
does but he continued to go down on me as I went through my orgasm. This
made me hit a second than third orgasm, one right after the other. I
made a move to push him away after the third because it just seemed like
too much but he simply batted my hand away. Within a minute I hit my
fourth climax making me scream even louder and my legs to shiver
uncontrollably. That's when Jerome finally stopped lifting himself up
and off the bed. When I calmed down I opened my eyes to see a grinning
shirtless black man standing beside my bed.

"Feel good?" Jerome asked. I told him it did as I tried to catch my
breath as I smiled back at him. "Do you want to continue or stop where
we are now?" he then asked me. I told him how could I feel right if he
gave me such pleasure and I gave him nothing? That made him smile some
and asked me what I wanted to do? I told him what ever he wanted to.
Jerome smiled even bigger what I told him that. I fully expected he'd
want me to do the same to him as he did to me I was more than ready to
give him a blowjob.

"Was hoping you'd say that Marisa" said Jerome. He told me to stay where
I was as he looked down at me laying naked on the bed. Jerome reached
down and began to undo his pants which dropped to the floor around his
feet. His legs were also fairly strong but of course what stood out most
was the very noticeable bulge pressing against his underwear. My eyes
were fixed on his crotch as he quickly pulled off his underwear and his
penis sprung straight out. My eyes grew big as I let out a gasp of
shock. His penis was big! Really, really big. Jerome could tell by
reaction that I had never seen something like that in person and he
seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Big isn't it?" he asked. I barely got out a yes. "It's nearly 8 1/2
inches long and about 5 1/4 inches around." Holy crap! It is one really
big black dick. I told Jerome that he's got damn near 3 inches more in
length and 1 3/4 inches in girth on John's penis. That made Jerome laugh
a little. I told him I wasn't sure how that thing would fit into my
mouth. He informed me I shouldn't worry because that's not going to be a
problem tonight. Asking what he meant he smiled.

"I have other plans for you tonight" Jerome replied. I didn't know what
he meant as I watched him climb back onto the bottom of the bed, his
large penis bobbing up and down. "Can you hand me one of those pillows"
Jerome asked pointing towards John's pillows next to my head. Reaching
over I grabbed one handing it down to him. Jerome than told me to lift
my hips. Doing as he said he placed the pillow under my ass raising it
higher up. Then placing his hands on the inside of my knees he parted my
legs.

"I thought I'd prop your ass up a bit to give you a better view" Jerome
said as he moved his body between my calves. Moving higher he spread my
legs wider until he moved up on his knees between my wide open thighs.

"A better view of what?" I asked him.

"Of my big black cock pushing into your tight white pussy" Jerome
replied. "I think you'd want a good look at the first time a black man
sticks himself into you. Same as I want to watch it disappear into not
only it's first white pussy but it's first married one as well."

"You're still on the pill right?" he asked. I responded that I was.
"Good because I wasn't expecting anything like this today and don't have
any condoms on me."

I honestly didn't know what to say since I hadn't considered we would be
doing this. Assuming it would be him giving me oral than me giving it to
him. Now here I was about to have a massive black dick shoved into my
tiny pink hole. Part of me wasn't sure I wanted to go full blown
tonight. Yet I laid there mesmerized at the thing between his legs
pointing up towards me. Knowing full well not only how badly I'd love to
feel a black guy in me but also to feel something so big as well. I
could feel butterflies in my stomach again as my nerves caught up with
me once more. My breathing picked up becoming faster as Jerome grabbed
his big penis getting it ready as he stroked the head up and down my
pussy. A small part of me wasn't sure I could actually go through with
this. He had to have been able to tell how I was feeling.

"Just relax Marisa" Jerome assured me. "Stay calm, I promise you won't
regret this at all. If you want me to stop at any point just let me
know. I'll take it nice, slow, and easy because you're used to someone
much smaller than me. And by how snug you were earlier around my finger
I know it will be more so around my big boy here." Jerome continued to
gently rub the head of his penis around until finally positioning the
tip right against my hole. Jerome told me to look up into his eyes.
Taking my gaze off of his penis I stared up into the brown eyes of the
large naked black man between my legs. Not a second later he placed
pressure against my body trying to gain entrance. I often become tighter
after having an orgasm and Jerome was now realizing the results of this.
As the large head of his equally large penis began to push into me he
found it hard going. I even heard him let out a slight grunt as he
attempting to get into my body. A couple seconds and determination I was
finally opening up more for him as the head spread my little hole wider
until it sunk into me. I couldn't believe I had really done it. I not
only had another man in me but a black man to boot.

"Shit can't believe how tight you are. Going to take some effort" he
said. "Then again I am much bigger than your husband so that also
helps." I couldn't have agreed more with that statement. Jerome was as
good as his promise. He took it slow and easy gradually, slowly, working
his big black dick in me. I just watched it as it sunk deeper and deeper
with every passing second. I'm glad he had placed the pillow under me
because this did make it much hotter. He was now as deep as John gets
and told him so. Jerome laughed telling me he still had plenty more to
give me.

"Let's see how deep I can go girl" he said with a smile. He continued to
push more and more. Gave me a completely new feeling as he was going
places I wasn't used to having anything before. He kept going further
and further until he gently bumped up against my cervix. I had never in
my life felt so full before. Granted it was slightly uncomfortable
because it was deep and stretching me out but it was a good discomfort
none the less. Peering down I attempting to see how much was left that
he couldn't fit into me. I was unable to so I quizzed Jerome on it. He
looked down between us and with a smile informed me all of it was in me.

"What? You're fucking kidding me!" I said in shock. Jerome assured me he
wasn't joking. Holy shit how did that monster fit all the way in? Never
in a million years did I ever consider I'd be one of those women who
could do such a thing. I simply laid there in utter disbelief feeling
that thick, long, black penis buried hilt deep. As conformation I could
even feel his large testicles pressing up against my raised ass. Jerome
adjusted himself slightly before he pulled out of me a bit and than slid
it back in. That made me gasp as it gave me both pleasure and surprise.
He proceeded to do it again and again, pulling out a little more with
each time. Looking down between us I could see his deep brown penis come
into view out to dart back into me once more. Taking it very slowly as
he said he would. I still couldn't believe this was really happening.

He continued in that vein until he had reach the point of pulling out to
nearly the tip of the head before slowly sinking it back in. It was an
amazing feeling to say the least. To have every inch of him going into
my more than willing body at a pace that I could feel every bit of it
touching every part of me in ways never before. Not to mention the
feeling of being re stretched with each movement. I was amazing to say
the least and we had only started. He kept it at a slow pace the whole
time I laid there. Alternating his movements but in general taking it
easy on me. By now the discomfort had left replaced solely by total
pleasure as soft moans escaped my lips.

"Fuck!" Jerome said loudly. "For so long I've been wanting to stick my
dick in a white girl and none more than you Marisa. So fucking hot and
worth the wait. Something about you being married makes it even hotter.
More so since with the way that picture is positioned he's staring right
at me" he explaining pointing towards the night table. For some reason
that made me let out a short laugh.

"I'm not kidding girl. He's standing there watching me having sex with
his wife" replied Jerome. I asked if he wanted me to move the photo?
"Hell no! There's something exciting thinking about him watching as I
pleasure his sexy ass redheaded wife" he shot back. Jerome continued to
slowly slide in and out of me. Then out of no where he stopped and
turned his head towards the right side of the room. Turning to see what
he was looking at I could see that our full length free standing mirror
had caught his attention. The way it was positioned standing against the
wall you had a perfect view of the bed from my thighs down.

"And speaking of watching" Jerome said as he pulled all the way out of
me. I instantly felt empty as he did so and wasn't sure at first where
he was going with this. Jerome got off of the bed before explaining what
was happening. He told me to get up on my hands and knees in the middle
of the bed, facing the full length mirror. Doing as he said I was now in
a doggy position horizontally across the middle of the bed. Jerome stood
on there other side helping to guide me where he wanted before getting
back onto the bed. I watched in the reflection as Jerome moved up behind
me. He wasted no time holding my waist with one hand while lining his
large penis up with the other and plunging it back into my body. As
before he started slow but this time around he began to pick up the
pace. Now holding my hips with both hands he was soon fucking me hard
and fast. In not time at all he had me moaning and screaming my head off.

"Yes! Fuck me!" I screamed as he plowed his massive penis in and out of
me. It felt so good though I still couldn't believe that I was actually
doing this. That I was really having sex with a man who wasn't my
husband. I stared into the mirror watching this sexy, large black male
fucked me from behind with his equally large black penis. It was by far
the hottest sight I have ever seen in my life. Jerome was watching too
as a smile crept across his face staring into my eyes in the mirror.

"Feels good doesn't it girl?" he asked. I simply moaned and nodded in
agreement. Jerome did a good job at alternating between hard and fast to
slow and gentle. Either way it felt really, really good. I let out an
almost endless stream of moans as the extreme pleasure rushed over me
with each thrust. Then out of no where we heard the sound of faint music
coming from the floor in front of me. Jerome stopped moving and inquired
if that was my phone again?

"Yeah, it's my cell phone" I told him remembering I shoved it into my
pant's pocket earlier. "It's the ring tone I use when my husband calls.
He said he would later on tonight." Jerome laughed about what I said.

"Talk about bad timing huh. You should pick it up and talk to him while
we're having sex" he said jokingly. Shaking my head I told him that was
a definite no. I realized Jerome was only kidding but it was awkward
enough that John as calling while I has a massive black dick buried
inside of me. Much less talk to him at the same time. The ringing soon
stopped only to be followed by the sound telling me I have a voice mail.

"So, where were we?" Jerome asked as he began again. Once more I was
screaming my head off as he fucked me hard. I was having a hard time
keep my head up as he kept telling me to watch as he screwed me from
behind. I was simply just trying to keep myself from falling forward off
the right side of the bed. Jerome reached out grabbing a bunch of my
hair in his right hand and yanking it back causing my head to pull
upwards towards the mirror. Telling me he wants to look at my face and
into my pretty blue eyes as he fucks me. He did stare into my eyes as he
screwed me hard from behind. The room echoed with my moans and screams.
As well as skin slapping skin or his large black testicles slamming
against me. I have little doubt that you could hear me clear across to
the other side of the house. It just felt so good.

I'm not sure if it's because it's been a while since I've had sex with
John or his size or what but to me it felt better than anything I've
done before. He was lasting longer than John does. My husband would have
cum by now but Jerome didn't seem like he was going to slow down anytime
soon. Just repeatedly plowed into me over and over like a piston. Out of
no where he stopped, grinding his large black dick in me as he stared
into my eyes. It offered me a moment to catch my breath.

Jerome - "What a fucking sight we make together Marisa. A hot ass pale
redhead being fucked by a big black man. And something about you being
married makes this shit even hotter. You like my big black cock buried
deep up in your tight little pussy don't you white girl?"

Me - "Yes! It feels so good!"

Jerome - "Does it feel better than your hubbys?" ... (silence) ... "Tell
me Marisa, does it?" ... (as he yanked on my hair)

Me - "Yes! Yes it does! Forgive me but it feels so much better."

Jerome "Yeah baby that's what I wanted to hear. Are you my little
married white slut?"

Me - "I am."

"Good girl" Jerome said just before he began to fuck me hard again. I
thought I would lose my voice with how much noise I was making because
of what Jerome was doing to me. Several times my eyes even rolled back
into my head from the extreme pleasure. I almost never wanted it to end
but I knew it eventually would. That moment eventually came. I could
tell that Jerome was getting close by his movements which gradually
became more shallow and with determination. Jerome also moved both his
hands to me waist holding on tightly. He also started grunting more
often and louder. Less than a minute later he confirmed my thoughts.

"Oh shit!" Jerome said. "I'm getting real close Marisa. Can't hold it
much longer. Oh fuck! ... yeah! ... fuck! ... AAAHHHHH!"

Jerome yelled out as he slammed his entire penis into me. I wasn't
expecting it and had he not had a good grip on me I likely would have
fallen forward off the side of the bed. His whole body went stiff as he
dug his fingers into the side of my waist. An instant later I felt him
explode inside of my belly. Stream after stream of his hot sperm shot
into me, surging deep into my body. The first few shots were heavy and
large striking hard against my cervix. Followed by lighter and smaller
ones until he was finally spent having emptied every drop of his semen
as deep as he could into me. Jerome let out a long sigh as he finished
up. He didn't stay in me long and was only starting to get a little soft
as he slowly pulled that massive black monster of his out of me.

"Fuck that felt so good baby girl" he said as he got off of the bed.
Looking up into the mirror at him I laughed with a smile fully agreeing
with his statement. It had felt good, amazingly good, I told him. Jerome
walked around to the other side of the bed until he was directly in
front of me. Bending down he placed a finger under my chin lifting my
face up and gave me another deep kiss. Pulling away he grabbed his
underwear, stepping back into it. I couldn't help but notice his black
penis, now soft and swing between his muscular legs. Even flaccid it was
still big. I couldn't linger long as I started to feel a little bit of
his semen slowly leaking out of my vagina. I had no desire to let it
touch the bed and leave a stain so as best as I could got off the bed
and headed straight for the bathroom. After cleaning myself up I found
Jerome waiting for me. Giving me one last kiss he wished me a good night
and thanked me again as he left for the guest bedroom. Throwing on a
long sleep shirt I plucked my cell phone from my pants and crawled into
bed.

Calling back John I apologized explaining that I was in another room
with the woman from the gym and hadn't heard the phone ringing. I knew
it was a big lie but as John himself told me if I did have an affair
with another man he didn't want to know a thing about it. When we
finished talking I turned off the light and settled into bed for the
night. I couldn't believe what I had done tonight, I actually did it!
And it was better than I ever imagined it would be. Would I do it again?
Not sure, maybe not. It was surely an experience I will never forget.
The part I found most strange of all is I didn't feel odd about what I
had done with Jerome. I know it's wrong but it had felt so right and
needed it so badly. I eventually dozed off physically exhausted. I soon
found myself in a dream world where I was having sex with Jerome over
and over again. I was in such a deep sleep I didn't hear when he
re-entered the bedroom and climbed back into bed with me. Jerome was
about to give me an early morning wake up call.

After I hung up the phone with my husband I turned out the light and got
comfortable in our bed. I was physically exhausted from the very heavy
sex I had not an hour ago. Jerome lasted a lot long than John does plus
he was much larger, fucked harder, and was rougher. Not that it was a
bad thing, being rougher that is. It just wore me out along with all of
the other reasons above mentioned. I was still in shock I had actually
done it. I really had sex with a black man and even did it in the bed I
share with my husband. What also surprised me is I really didn't feel
much if any guilt about what I had done. More of a sense of satisfaction
of finally fulfilling a deep down need and desire. A desire that was
more than met with because of Jerome. I was tired enough that it didn't
take long for me to sleep.

During the next few hours I dreamed almost constantly while I slept.
There was little surprise that every dream always lead in one way or
another to me having sex with Jerome. I was in such a deep sleep curled
up on my left side I hadn't felt it when he came into the bedroom and
slowly climbed into bed.

In my head I was performing oral sex on Jerome when I felt something
snap me out of my dream world. A hand was gently rubbing my right breast
over my night shirt under the bed covers. I was half asleep but simply
laid there smiling. I hadn't even considered who it was. I my half awake
state my mind went right to my husband John. More so since this warm
body pressed up against my back was laying on John's side of the bed. I
left out a soft moan as his hand softly kneaded my breast. My nipples
were soon getting hard from the attention.

"I just love your nice big tits Marisa" the voice behind me said. The
voice snapped me totally awake as I opened my eyes. The room was dark
but not completely. A small night light we keep plugged in near my side
of the bed to make it easier to get up illuminates the room enough to
see. First thing I noticed was the clock on the night table in front of
my face informing me it was only a little past 4 o'clock in the morning.
I knew it couldn't be John and had no doubt it was Jerome who was now
rolling my nipple between his fingers. Lifting to covers off my chest I
looked down to see his dark hand playing with my breast still over my
shirt.

"Crap!" I said. "You surprised the hell out of me Jerome. In my sleepy
state I actually thought you were my husband for a moment."

"Really?" Jerome replied laughing. "Well unless your husband got taller
and became a large black guy then no it's not him. Hope you don't mind
but thought I'd surprise you. I woke up horny as hell and was really in
the mood. So, I figured I'd sneak in here and give you an early morning
wake up call."

"Can't say I have ever had something like this" I said to him.

"Wow, you poor girl" he replied. "Maybe we should change that then."
Jerome moved his hand only for a moment to pull me closer to him before
placing it right back onto my right breast. With his other hand he
brushed the hair away from my neck before lifting his head kissing and
sucking on it. I was now fully awake and very turned on. I only asked
Jerome not to suck too hard or too long in one place since I wouldn't
know how to explain any hickeys to my husband. He agreed and did as I
asked. Jerome was now pinching and pulling on both of my nipples over my
shirt causing me to moan. I could feel his penis against my butt as it
strained against the material of his shorts.

"Are you as wet as I am hard?" Jerome whispered into my ear. "Don't
answer that" he quickly shot back. "I would rather find out for myself."
Jerome moved his hand from my chest and glided it down my body. Slowly
he slid his hand lower until he reached my mid thigh where the hem of my
shirt rested. Pushing my right leg forward spreading my thighs apart.
Moving his hand up the back of my right thigh and under my shirt he
slipped a couple fingers between my legs from behind running them gently
along my pussy. My body jerked in reaction. Jerome moved one finger to
my hole and pushed the tip of it into me.

"You are a little wet but not wet enough yet" he said. With that he
pulled his finger out and moved it up beginning to rub my clit. In no
time at all he had me moaning softly. Jerome rubbed my clit in small
circles only stopping to stick the tip of his finger back into me to get
it wet. I had never been woken up for sex before like this but I was not
complaining a bit as he touched me. This continued for about two minutes
when he stuck his finger in me one last time.

"You are more than ready now" Jerome said as he pulled his hand away
from my crotch. He also moved his entire body back away from mine at the
same time telling me to turn around towards him. Turning my body to face
him I could clearly make out Jerome in the dimly lit room. He was laying
on John's side of the bed and was now on his back with his hands under
the covers. I watched as he lifted his legs up then dropped them again
as he pulled his arms out from underneath holding his shorts in his
hands. I knew that he was completely naked and the major tent he was
making under the sheet and light blanket proved that without a doubt.
Jerome turned his head to face me.

"Now come here Marisa and get on top of me" he said in a commanding
voice. "I want you to slide that nice white pussy down onto my big black
cock!" I simply smiled as I crawled over and straddled him. Jerome
pulled my night shirt up over my butt as I leaned forward over him
supporting my torso with my hand on the bed beside of Jerome. With my
other hand I reached down between the two of us and wrapped my fingers
around his penis. Lining the tip up with my hole I let out a gasp as I
began to push down onto it. The head spread me open wide as it sunk into
my body. Jerome let out a grunt as it popped into me.

"Shit, still so fucking tight" he moaned. "Can't believe you've got such
a tight pussy girl. Just as tight as before." I slowly slid down onto
his big black penis. Stretching me out as it went deeper and deeper into
my very willing body. Until finally he was completely inside of me as
our pelvis' met. In the position we were in I felt like I was literally
impaled on his massive black pole. It wasn't as uncomfortable as the
first time. It was almost complete and total pleasure as he filled me
beyond my wildest dreams could have imagined. Taking a moment to relax I
placed my other hand on the bed and started to slowly slide up and down
on his shaft. Jerome and I seemed to almost moan in unison as I glided
up and down on him. I only did this for at most two minutes, if that.

"Stop riding me girl" Jerome said. "I want you to sit up and then lean
back on your hands so your back is arched and your chest towards the
ceiling. Then I want you to just rock back and forth on me as I rub your
clit." Having done that before with my husband I knew exactly what he
meant. Sitting upright I was about to lean back when Jerome stopped me
again.

"Why don't you take off that shirt while you're at it girl" he ordered.
Smiling I reached down to the hem of my night shirt. Pulling it up and
over my head I threw it from my body before leaning back onto my hands.
With my hands resting beside of Jerome's knees I began to slowly rock my
pelvis back and forth on him. Jerome reached down with his hand and
proceeded to rub my clit with his fingers. He did a good job working
them faster and faster until I could feel an orgasm coming on and
informed Jerome of it. A string of moans came from my mouth as I reached
my climax point.

"Good baby girl that's what I wanted" he replied. "I want you to cum
Marisa. I want you to cum around my black dick." That seemed to send me
over the edge as I screamed out as I came. My body shook in pleasure and
my vagina tightened up around his penis as I had a heavy orgasm. When I
came down Jerome jokingly said it felt like I was trying to strangle his
dick.

"Take a moment to catch your breath Marisa" Jerome said. "Then I want
you to lay back down on the bed so I can climb up between you nice white
legs." Sitting up I lifted myself off of Jerome's penis and laid down on
the bed beside of him. Jerome didn't waste any time as he rolled over
and pushed my legs apart before moving his body between them. Bending my
legs up at the knees I made myself comfortable as Jerome moved up above
me. His heavy penis partially resting against my vagina.

"I want you to put it in again Marisa" he ordered with a grin. Reaching
down between us I lined up the head with my hole. Without waiting for a
second he pushed himself back in. Felt so good to have him in me again.
Once he was balls deep Jerome got comfortable before he started to slide
in and out of me. As I began to moan he moved faster and faster causing
me to moan louder and louder. Soon enough he was repeatedly thrusting
hard and fast into me. My screams of pleasure filled the bedroom as he
kept up his constant assault on my body. My fingers dug hard into his
arms as I wrapped my legs around his back. Toes curled in pleasure as
this hot black man invaded my body.

Jerome - "Yeah take that big black dick like a good married white slut!
Do you mind me calling you that Marisa? Calling you white girl or my
white slut?"

Me - "God no, please do! It's so fucking hot and gets me so turned on
when you do."

Jerome - "That's my good little white girl."

Me - "Yes! Fuck me Jerome! Fuck me with your big black dick! Feels so
good ... so fucking good."

Jerome - "Anytime baby girl. I want to meet you again when your
husband's gone. Every time your husband's gone. Sound good to you Marisa?"

Me - "Yes! Oh hell yes!"

"That's my good girl" he replied. "My good married white girl." Jerome
continued to fuck me hard. Making me moan and scream so much and so
loudly I thought I'd lose my voice. He was even causing the headboard to
bang against the wall with each thrust of his massive black dick. Over
and over again he assaulted my body. Then all of a sudden he slowed down
until he was gently gliding into me. I asked him if everything was okay
since it was such a quick change.

"Yeah I'm fine but if I don't slow down I'm going to explode real soon"
he replied. I smiled as I looked up into his dark brown eyes. Jerome
grinned back as we stared into each others eyes while he slowly moved in
and out of me. There was something erotic about this as we kept fixed
into each other not looking away. Him breathing heavy and me softly
moaning as he kept a slow pace never breaking our eyes locked on each
others but to blink. Both the feeling of his large penis moving in me
and watching this sexy black man above me was extremely hot. I also
relaxed myself loosening my grip on his arms and letting my legs off his
back.

"Such pretty blue eyes you have Marisa" Jerome said. Smiling I thanked
him. He continued going slow for a couple minutes and it did feel really
good. More sensual than earlier but just as nice in a different way.
Then without expecting it Jerome's expression changed. I could tell
without a doubt he was getting close to an orgasm as his eyes almost
glazed over yet never lost contact with mine. His movements also became
slightly quicker and more shallow.

"Fuck Marisa I'm trying so hard to hold back but can't much longer. I
know I'm about to cum" he said. It really did look like he was straining
to hold back. Wrapping both my legs around him again I continued my gaze
into his eyes. He closed his and I had to tell him to look at me. Jerome
did his best to keep eye contact as he reached his orgasm.

"Then cum for me Jerome" I told him. "Cum in me." Jerome smiled when I
said that and I knew it's exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Fuck, going to blow!" Jerome said moaning. "Going to cum for my white
girl and shoot it deep in her little white puss. Oh fuck ... AAAHHHH!"
Jerome let out a deep long yell as he shoved his entire penis into me. I
tightened my legs and pulled him in at the same time holding that large
black monster inside of me as he came. It was immediate since he held
back as long as he could before finally letting it go. His testicles
tightened and released over and over against me as I felt hot streams of
his semen shooting deep into my body. He didn't cum as much as last time
since it hadn't even been a full day yet he still came a lot. Could feel
it thickly coating my cervix and vagina. The whole time he tried to keep
his eyes fixed on mine making this even hotter. We stayed this way until
he was totally drained. I released my vise like leg grip on him as he
slowly pulled out. Jerome got up on his knees between my thighs looking
down at me.

"Oh I forgot ... Good morning Marisa" he said with a silly grin. Shaking
my head all I could do was laugh at that dumb statement said in jest.
Pulling my legs away from his body I sat up and slipped off of the bed
to grab some tissues since I could already feel some of sperm running
out of me. Cleaning myself up as Jerome got his shorts back on and
waited for me to finish. He tossed me my night shirt. Thanking him I put
it back on as he walked up and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. Thanking
him for the early morning wake up call he laughed.

"No, thank you Marisa" he said. "Was better than coffee. I also figured
I'd get it in now because it's going to be a couple of days until we
will see each other again. I will probably be gone by the time you wake
up again since I have to get to work in a few hours since the roads are
cleared already." I told Jerome I completely understood and giving him
one last kiss I laid back in bed as Jerome left the room. Rolling over I
glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 30 minutes to the mark since
he woke me up. I fell asleep soon enough being even more exhausted from
having sex not once but twice with a large, sexy black man with an
equally large penis.

When I woke up the second time I found myself home alone. Jerome had
left as he said he would and I spent the morning cleaning the house up.
I was slightly sore between my legs for a short period in the morning
but other than that I was perfectly fine. I still couldn't believe I had
really done it but I was happy I finally had enough balls to do
something I really wanted to. A little after 11:30 in the morning John
came home and we had a relaxing day together. He asked me how everything
went yesterday so I told him it was pretty boring and uneventful. It was
nice to see John and I put all thoughts of Jerome out of my head while
my husband was home. Later that night John and I even had sex together.
John was home the entire next day too before he headed back to work the
early morning after. Kissing and hugging goodbye he went off for another
three days away.

Getting changed I drove to Jessica's house where I jumped into her car
as we rode together to the gym. Walking in I glanced around but couldn't
locate Jerome. As Jessica went to the aerobics class as I jumped on the
treadmill. A few minutes later I heard a couple of men talking and
turning my head to look I saw Jerome walking into the other side of the
gym with one of the male members. Moving to some of the weight lifting
equipment Jerome didn't notice me at first until he by chance looked in
my direction. I saw a smile go across his dark face and he excused
himself for a moment walking towards me. He asked me how I was doing and
told him perfectly fine.

"Is your husband gone or is he still home" Jerome asked. I informed him
he would be gone for three days which seemed to please Jerome greatly.
He asked if I could wait around until he finished work in a few hours
and go to his place? I told him I couldn't because my friend gave me a
ride here. He than asked if he could come by later on? With a smile I
told him yes, just to give me a call when he leaves.

"Giving me something to look forward to Marisa" he replied with
happiness. "Been months since I've had sex before the other night and it
was worth the wait."

After Jessica was finished she took a quick shower and we both got
changed. When we got back to her house Jessica asked me if I wanted to
go out later this afternoon. Knowing I already told Jerome to come by
and I wasn't going to explain to Jessica that I was having an affair
with the black trainer at the gym I begged off. Telling him I had some
house work to take care of and food shopping but would love to get
together with her soon. Driving off I got back home and had a light
lunch before Jerome called to tell me he was leaving work. This gave me
around 50 minutes until he was here so I took some time to clean up a
little. Putting on some light make-up I figured I'd change while I was
at it. Trying to figure out what to wear I in the end decided on
something simple. A pretty matching lace bra and panties set, black low
heel pumps, and a long robe. When I bell rang I opened it up to see that
tall sexy black man before me. Inviting him in I closed and locked the
door.

Taking Jerome by the hand I didn't say a word as I lead him to the
couch. Undoing the robe I dropped it off my body to reveal what little
clothing I had on. Jerome was surprised in a really happy way. Telling
him to sit on the couch I dropped down to my knees in front of him.
Moving up between his legs I undid his pants and reached in pulling his
large black penis out which was already semi hard. Bending down I ran my
tongue up the shaft several times before wrapping my hand around the
base until he was fully hard before sinking my mouth down onto his dick.

"Fuck yeah baby" Jerome said with a moan. "Suck that big black cock like
a good white girl. My little married white slut." I proceeded to give
Jerome a blowjob bobbing my head up and down his dick and stroking his
shaft at the same time. I am the type of woman who enjoys giving oral
sex to a guy and really liked giving it to this sexy black man. There is
also one other thing I like when doing this and he wasn't doing it for
me so I had to show him what I wanted. Stopping for a moment with his
penis in my mouth I looked up at Jerome and grabbed his right hand.
Picking it up I guided it to the back of my head. I didn't need to say
anything as he tightly grabbed my head and hair with a grin as I began
to suck his dick again.

"Yeah, that's my good little white girl Marisa" Jerome said as he looked
down at me as I did my best to give him pleasure. This was how we
started an almost two day long sex vacation. Jerome was off work for the
rest of today and all of tomorrow so he just stayed at our house. We had
sex, oral and vaginal, a total of seven times over this period of time.
In the bedroom, living room, kitchen, and guest room we fully wore each
other out. This ended up becoming a common situation for the two of us.
When John was gone I either went to his house or him to ours. Sometimes
just for a few hours and other times for a couple of days. John
thankfully never knew what I was doing which is exactly what he asked of
me and I got exactly what I needed and wanted. I know it will likely
only last until John get's a better position but until then I was enjoy
myself as much as possible.


The Affair
By Chase


After saying goodbye to my friend Jessica I hung up the phone and
finished getting ready for my trip. Little did I know it would be a
visit that would change my life in more ways than one. Before I continue
I should back up a little and explain a bit about myself. My name is
Marisa. I'm a 25 year old, 5"6', pale skinned freckled redhead with blue
eyes. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a size
eight and ten. I love my legs, strong and well shaped from years of
walking and running. The one thing other then my red hair that stands
out most is my chest. I am a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often
a real pain in the butt since seldom can I find clothing I like in my
size that they fit into.

I am married for slightly over three years now to my loving and
wonderful husband, James. He's a great guy with blue eyes I just lost
myself in when we first met. We met in school and he was the first and
up to now the only man I have ever had sex with. Yes, I was a virgin
until I met him. We have had a happy marriage I just wish he was home
more often. He works for a company that makes him travel a lot and all
too often find myself home alone. Not that I am complaining too much
since I don't need to work and have a lot of free time on my hands but
it can get very lonely at times.

About a week ago I got a phone call from an old friend from school,
Jessica. We were very close but after we graduated we went our separate
ways keeping in contact when we could. She recently got a townhouse
style apartment that wasn't too far from my house, around four hours or
so away. After talking on and off she invited me to come visit for a few
days. Telling me I can explore the area when she's at work and we can
hang out most of the free time she has. Agreeing to the trip I decided
to go down this coming Thursday and would stay until Monday morning. My
husband was more then happy for me and wanted me to feel free to visit
her when ever I want so I wouldn't be so alone at home while he was
gone. I was to say the least ecstatic and looking extremely forward to
the trip.

Getting up early Thursday morning I quickly packed the car and drove off
on the long drive to Jessica's house. When I finally got there I pulled
into the parking lot. The apartment complex was fairly sizeable with
blocks of buildings with ten two story townhouse style apartments.
Jessica had a end one which gave her some privacy. Taking a few minutes
to find her place I pulled up in front. She had hidden a key on her back
deck for me to get inside while she was at work. Unloading my car I went
inside, sat down on the couch to relax and waited until she got home.
Only a couple hours later she walked in. Jumping up we rushed each other
and embraced in a big hug. We haven't seen each other in person for
years and was a happy moment for us both. She told me how glad she was
to see me and couldn't wait to catch up. She then asked me if I wouldn't
mind going out tonight. That she wanted me to meet her boyfriend John
and has told him all about me. I told her it would be fine. Jessica was
happy to hear it then asked if I would be fine with the fact that his
friend William would be with us too? That him and John were friends from
work and William broke up with his girlfriend about over a month ago and
John still felt bad for him. I said I had no problem with it at all. She
was happy to hear it and that we were to meet them at a favorite bar of
John's after dinner.

We had relaxing meal that was constantly interrupted due to our talking
. She mentioned that her and John had made plans to go out Saturday
night for their anniversary and asked me if I minded because they could
postpone it to next week. I told her it was fine and would keep myself
busy around here, since we now lived close enough to each other I could
visit her again soon so we wouldn't be missing anything. Jessica said
she was glad I was okay with it then told me we had better get going to
meet up with the guys. Since Jessica worked all day I volunteered to
drive us over there as long as she gave me directions.

About twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot. It was pretty
crowded but Jessica was able to find John and his friend across the
building. Pushing our way towards them I got a good look at the two
guys. John is tan skinned, dark hair, dark eyes, okay looking I guess.
His friend William though is not at all what I had expected. First off
he is black, no the darkest black man I have ever seen but still dark
skinned. Then again compared to me everyone is dark. He was of slightly
more then medium build, looked like maybe 6"2' or near that. I had never
thought much about black men before but he wasn't that bad looking at
all. Walking up to the two of them Jessica introduced me. After the
short pleasantries John said he was saving a booth for us to sit down
in. Me and Jessica slid in with the two guys on both ends, John next to
her, William next to me. I did catch a glimpse of William looking down
my shirt as I moved into the seat but shrugged it off since lets be
honest you can't miss these things on my chest.

We all sat around getting to know each other better and John said he was
glad to finally meet me after hearing so much and William asked Jessica
where she met such a good looking woman as me. He also asked me if I was
taken. Telling him I am married he said that ruined his plan on asking
me out on a date, winking. Nearly a half an hour went by as we continued
talking back and forth when John asked what everyone wanted to drink.
Telling him I was fine with just a soda since I wasn't much of a
drinker. I am what would be considered a light weight. It doesn't take
much to get me tipsy and alcohol loosens me up a bit too much. Was even
slightly drunk when I lost my virginity. John insisted though that I
have one since we were all friends here and I had nothing to worry
about. Finally giving in the two guys got up and went to the bar. While
they were gone Jessica jokingly mentioned that she thinks William has a
thing for me.

Coming back with a round of drinks we all sat around again talking to
each other. I once again caught William looking down at my chest but
over the years have learned to ignore those things. A short while later
John got up and came back with another round of alcohol. Trying to
refuse it they all pushed me until I gave in. A moment later my cell
phone alarm went off much to my embarrassment since it was my birth
control reminder. Reaching into my purse I pulled out my pill pack.
Excusing myself I quickly popped one into my mouth and shoved the pack
back into my bag. After finishing the new drink Jessica asked John if he
wanted to dance. The bar has a small dance floor on the other side with
some music playing. He said he was more then happy to as they up and
left telling us they would be right back. Leaving William and I at the
table they went off to the other side of the bar. Sitting there we
wasted the next six or seven minutes talking about anything that came to
mind. During our conversation he placed one of his hands on my thigh,
kneading it softly. He also asked me a lot of questions about my
husband, about how many guys I have been with, which he thought was odd
I had only been with one, and the like. I told him that I heard he had
recently broken up with his girlfriend. I added that a good looking guy
like him should have no trouble finding someone else.

When John and Jessica finally came back they brought another round of
drinks. This was soon by another one, then another, and another. I was
more then feeling it when William asked me if I wanted to dance? I
wasn't sure at first feeling out of it by now but agreed anyway. As I
moved to get up I lost my footing and would have feel if he hadn't
grabbed me. Telling him I thought that maybe I shouldn't dance seeing
that I could barely walk. Jessica said that maybe we should leave when
William interrupted that he could drive me back home so she could spend
some quiet time with John. Jessica asked me how I felt about it. I
insisted that she stay with John who would take her home when they were
done and could pick William up then. She said as long as I was okay with
it, which I was, then they would stay and see me later tonight if I was
still awake when they got home. Saying our goodbyes William helped me
out into the car.

Driving back to Jessica's place we were able to park directly in front.
Helping me out of the car and into her apartment, William had to almost
carry me up the stairs to the bedroom. Laying down on the bed I kicked
off my shoes and closed my eyes. In my nearly drunken state I forgot
where I was thinking I was laying in bed at my house. I began to feel
someone kissing my neck and a hand resting on my stomach, thinking it
was my husband I let out a soft moan. This went on a couple minutes
until the hand started sliding upwards and was soon cupping my right
breast playing with it over my clothing. I was in another world as I
laid there unaware of what I was getting myself into.

The kissing on my neck stopped as I felt my shirt being pulled up and
could now feel the cool bedroom air on my breasts. The hand went back to
playing with my breasts followed by those lips kissing all over every
exposed part not covered by my bra. Which with a chest like mine is a
lot. My nipples were now hard as rocks pressing against the material.
They're like the rest of me, pale, a light pink to be exact. He trailed
his lips down to the edge of my left bra cup. Slipping a few fingers
under the material he began pulling it down, his lips following the
whole way until my nipple was exposed. The tip of his tongue started
running around my hard nipple before clamping his lips around it,
sucking hard. This only made me moan louder. I am a woman who loves her
breasts played with. At the same time his other hand slid down my
stomach toward my waist. Parting my legs slightly he slipped his fingers
between my thighs, rubbing my crotch over my pants. Reaching down to
grab the back of my husband's head I was completely shocked into
reality. There was almost no hair. Opening my eyes and looking down over
my bunched up shirt I was left speechless. There was William, one hand
between my legs, the other holding my left breast, and his dark lips
wrapped around my left nipple. I yelled right away for him to stop.
Pulling his mouth off my tit he seemed to be surprised.

"What's wrong Marisa? Doesn't it feel good?" he asked.

Pushing William off of me I told him I am married and had no idea it was
him doing that to me. Pulling my shirt back over my breasts I told him
he had better go downstairs and leave me alone until Jessica and John
got here. William looked very upset saying that he thought I wanted it
but quickly retreated off the bed, leaving the bedroom. On his way out
he apologized and asked me not to mention it to either Jessica or John.
I told him I would stay silent as long as he did. Closing the door
behind him I listened as he walked back down the stairs. I laid back
down completely bewildered about what happened or the fact that I let it
go so far before realizing. I was really pissed off at William but also
knew it was partly my fault for not sopping him which gave him the wrong
idea. Granted there was something erotic about his dark skin against my
pale white and was even a bit of a turn on yet there was no way I could
have let this man go further. Not only because I was married but I
barely knew him.

Laying in bed listening I heard Jessica and John come in less then an
hour later. Around ten minutes later the guys left and Jessica came
upstairs. Opening the door to the guest room to check on me she saw I
was still awake. Asking how I was doing she said William told her he had
a good time and thanked him for helping me out. I made no mention of
what happened, only saying he helped me to bed. That night I had a
strange dream of actually having sex with William. I woke up not only to
find my nipples hard again but moist between my legs. The same thing
happened to me the following night. What was wrong with me? I know it
has been a while since my husband and I have had sex. Never thought
though I would be having dreams like that about another man.

The next couple of days were relaxing. Spending as much time with
Jessica as possible until Saturday evening. After dinner she got ready
for her date and asked me if I was okay with spending the night alone
here since they were going to be out late and might spend the night at
John's. I told her I have no problem with it at all, insisting that she
have a good time. Thanking me with a big smile she rushed to get ready
before he picked her up. Myself, I went and got a pajama suit on to
relax in. Nothing more then a pair of lose fitting pants and a pull over
shirt. I then plopped my butt on the couch, put my feet up, and watched
TV. A few minutes later the bell rang and Jessica rushed over to greet
John. Giving him a kiss she looked back with a smile wishing me a good
night and 'not to wait up for me' comment. I told them both to have a
good time before they shut the door. Other then the TV everything was
quite for near an hour before I was interrupted by the sound of the door
bell ringing.

'Who the hell could this be?' I thought to myself as I got up. Opening
the door I was greeted by none other then William standing there holding
a small bad. Telling him that everyone else was gone he said he wasn't
here to see them but was here to see me. I told him it wasn't such a
good idea when he broke in explaining he just wanted to talk. I'm not
sure why but I let him in. Closing the door we both sat down on the
couch side by side. Apologizing for the other night, that he felt so
lonely after losing his ex girlfriend, how he found me very attractive,
and his sexual desire got the better of him. I felt really bad for the guy.

Lifting up the bag he pulled out a bottle of wine. Telling me it was a
gift for doing what he did last night. Saying thank you he pulled out
two small cups as well. Opening the bottle he poured some into the two
glasses. We talked for nearly an hour as he vented. Every time my cup
wet empty he wasted no time in filling it back up. Like the other night
I was feeling it as my body got more loose. After he finally got it all
out I turned towards him, holding my arms out for a hug which he
obliged, grabbing me tightly. We stayed like that for a couple of
minutes before he pulled away thanking me for listening.

"Not a problem, anytime you need me" I said smiling, giving him a kiss
on the cheek. Looking directly into my eyes he reached up placing his
hand on the back of my head and leaned in giving me a kiss directly on
my lips. He held my head tight as his tongue snaked it's way into my
mouth. I honestly wasn't fighting to break off to hard, not even sure if
he noticed my mild resistance. When he finally broke the kiss I took a
moment to collect my thoughts and told him we should really stop right
now. Asking me why I told him because I am married. William placed a
finger on my lips shushing me.

"So? You're husband isn't here now and he will never know about what we
do. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." he said. I told him it wasn't
right. He didn't even let me finish talking before pulling my head back
to kiss and suck on my neck. My husband knows that is always a way to
get me in the mood. Now William was doing it with the same effect.
Letting out a soft moan I again told him we needed to stop now. He
completely ignored me as he kept kissing. At the same time he moved his
left hand to my waist. Slipping it under the hem of my shirt he moved
his hand up my stomach until he reached my chest, cupping my bare right
breast. Just as I was about to pull away from him William began rubbing
my nipple between his fingers. Making my body shiver I let out another
moan. He now lifted his head from my neck. Letting go of my hair and
breast he grabbed the bottom of my shirt. Pulling it up until my breasts
we both exposed.

"Nice big lily white tits" he said with a moan. Pushing me back against
the couch he leaned down and started sucking on my nipples. 'Fuck' I
thought, what am I doing? I sat there looking down at this dark skinned
black man sucking my pale pink nipples and I was more turned on then
ever before in my life. My shirt kept slipping down so I decided to take
it off the rest of the way, tossing it on the floor. During this time
William moved his left hand to my stomach and began sliding it downward.
Slipping it under the band of my pants. Without thinking I parted my
legs slightly and soon felt his finger glide over my bare pussy lips.

'Crap, what am I doing?' I thought. William continued to suck hard on my
nipples as his middle finger ran around my clit. I was extremely turned
on from a mix of things. Not only because it has been a while but the
addition of alcohol, the things he was doing to me, and looking down at
the contrast between our skin color which was very erotic. I was letting
myself slip into a place that I never should be and was about to
reconsider when I felt his long finger begin to slide into my pussy
causing me to moan.

"Damn Marisa you are so fucking wet already!" William said as he ran his
finger around inside of me. This was followed by him rubbing my clit
with another and was doing it like a pro. Maybe three minutes later my
body was shaking as I yelled out cumming. I have never had an orgasm so
quickly.

Letting me finish, he pulled his hand out of my pants. Standing up
William pulled his shirt off. He had a decent body, dark skin chest.
This was followed by him kicking off his shoes and undoing his pants
letting them drop. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and could
easily see the out line of his penis, looked quite sizeable. Moving
around in front of me positioning himself standing between my knees he
slowly pulled down his underwear as I sat there staring. I was shocked
when his rock hard massive black cock sprung out pointing right at my
face. All I can say is it is huge! My husband isn't small, then again
he's all I have ever had, at around 5 1/2 long by around 3 1/2 diameter.
William though had to be more then 8 long and maybe 4 3/4 to 5 in diameter!

Without saying a word he reached down grabbing the back of my head,
pulling me closer to him until my lips were literally pressed against
his penis. I knew exactly what he wanted as I parted my lips allowing
his large black cock to slide into my mouth. Taking him as deep as I
could I started to suck his dick. Now, I am one of those women who like
giving blow jobs but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would
have another man's cock in my mouth, much less a black one. William
moaned as I bobbed up and down as he held the back of my head tightly.
Soon he took over fucking my mouth as I willingly gave up control. Was
strange feeling his black cock sliding along my tongue and pressing
against the back of my throat as I kept my lips wrapped around it. This
went on for barely a couple minutes when he yanked out of my mouth.
Pulling me to my feet he wasted no time in pushing my pants down.
Telling me to lay down on the floor I obliged. I laid on my back staring
up at William as he got down near my feet. Grabbing my legs he spread
them open wide sliding up in between.

"A nice shaved white pussy! You know it's been a long time since I've
had sex and I have never been with a white girl before, much less a pale
redhead" he said looking down as he placed himself above me with his
arms on either side of my head. With a big smile on his face with moved
one hand down between us holding onto his dick. Moments later I could
feel the large bulbous head of his dick running up and down my pussy
lips, spreading them open. Rubbing it around my clit he then positioned
the tip right at my hole and began to place pressure down onto me. Well,
never having anything near this big before it was taking so effort.
Hell, even my husband says I'm snug around him and he's much smaller.
William was grunting as he tried to push it into me. It all paid off as
my pussy began to open up to him and before long he had worked the head
of it inside.

"Fuck Marisa! Your pussy is so fucking tight! I'll tell ya I was
considering putting on a condom but remembered you're on the pill and
since I have never been with a white girl before I wasn't going to pass
this chance up. Plus you never asked me to either. An now am I ever glad
I didn't put one on" he said as he went back to pushing. Needless to say
it took a while as he worked a little at a time in me. Pulled out a bit
before sliding back in a bit deeper. He reached a point that was
familiar to me, hitting the furthest place my husband gets. He didn't
stop there though as he continued to work it in more and more touching
places that were really foreign to me. Deeper and deeper he went until
finally I could feel our bodies pressed against each other.

"Shit girl, you took it all" he told me. I think I was more surprised
then he was. I knew though if he were any bigger it wouldn't have worked
because I could already feel the tip of his head just barely touching my
cervix. Was a strange feeling to say the least. It was also
uncomfortable since he is so big and needed to get used to his size. Not
to mention that this was only the second man to be in me. William must
have seen my slight discomfort as he just held himself in place,
grinding lightly in me. Gradually it began to feel good; really good.
Asking me if I was getting used to it he then started slowly sliding a
little in and out of me. Each time he pulled more out before pushing it
back and picked up speed as well. In a short time he got a good pace
going as I found myself wrapping my legs around him, moaning louder and
louder. It was so wrong yet felt so good. His massive black cock working
in my pussy in ways I never imagined. Looking up at him I watched this
black man I barely knew having sex with me. As hard as it was for me to
admit never had sex felt so good before as my toes curled and eyes
nearly rolled back into my head.

Not sure how long we stayed in this position but I never wanted it to
end. All of a sudden he pulled out making me feel very empty and
disappointed. Pushing back William told me to get up on my hands and
knees. Quickly doing as he said he moved right up behind me. Wasting no
time he slid his black dick back in. Grabbing my waist he started to
fuck me hard. Working it like a pro his dick rubbed again and again
against my G spot. Was more then glad we were alone as my loud moans, at
times near screams of pleasure filled the room along with the sound of
skin slapping skin as he fucked me. With the constant contact against my
G spot I came again collapsing onto the floor with my butt sticking up
in the air as William kept a non relenting pace fucking me the entire
time. He wasn't to far off himself either as his pace changed again in a
couple minutes to very fast and shallow along with gradual increase in
his moans.

"Fuck Marisa ... so close ... gonna cum ... deep in your ... tight white
... pussy ... fuck!" he yelled moaning loudly. Thrusting all of the way
into me he held tightly onto my waist as his body went stiff. This was
quickly followed by feeling his hot seaman splashing against my cervix
again and again which was another completely new feeling for me. He came
a lot! Least more than I'm used to with my husband. William finally
relaxed as the last drops of his seaman were deposited in me. We stayed
like this for a short time until he began to get soft inside of me.
Pulling out William got up only to collapse again on the couch.

"Damn Marisa that was so fucking good" he said to me as I laid there
with my rear still in the air trying to catch my breath. I didn't have
too much time though to calm down before I felt a slow moving hot liquid
running down my upper thigh. It was some of William's cum leaking out of me.

"Crap!" I said loudly as I jumped to my feet. Last thing I wanted was a
white stain on Jessica's carpet. Rushing off to the bathroom I did my
best to clean myself up and got as much of it out of me as possible.
When I finished I walked back into the living room putting my pajamas
back on before sitting down next to William. I still was in complete
disbelief as to what I had just done. I asked William never to mention
this to Jessica or John because I didn't want them knowing more so since
I sure as hell didn't want my husband knowing. William agreed swearing
he would keep silent. I also told him we could never do anything like
this again and maybe shouldn't even talk to each other about it. William
seemed upset about that but with so insistence he relented to my wishes.

Slightly over two hours later I was in the guest bedroom on the bed.
Once again completely naked straddling William who was also in the buff.
His large black cock was buried in me as I slowly rocked back and forth
on it. He was sitting up embracing me tightly as he kissed my neck and
chest. We had been like this for several minutes already as he brought
me to another orgasm. Coming down from that high I pushed him onto his
back and started sliding up and down his big black dick. Riding him hard
and fast the room echoed with my moans of pleasure as William reached up
to play with my breasts.

"That's it baby! Ride that big black pole like a good white slut" he
said moaning. Slowing down I teased him a little by sliding up until he
was almost all the way out of me and taking my time before moving back
down. At times just working the head in and out before sinking it all in
again. As I was doing this I caught a glimpse of my left hand positioned
next to William's right arm and a clear view of my wedding ring staring
me right in the face. Shit, what am I doing? I'm married and here I am
again having sex with a black guy I still barely knew. At that point I
even considered getting off of him ending it then and there. Yet while
this was all going through my head William got annoyed that I hadn't
slid back down him with just the tip of the head in me. Holding onto my
hips he pulled me hard all the way down slamming his dick in. A wave of
pleasure surged throughout my entire body causing me to lose any doubts
I had in my head as to why I was doing this. William took over from them
pushing up and down hard and fast making me at times scream in pleasure.
Until finally he pulled me all the way down onto his large black cock
and held me there tightly. Moaning himself his body went stiff like
before as he flooded me with another load of his hot seaman, coating the
deepest parts of my pussy. When he was finished I pulled off of him. The
suction caused some of his cum to already leak out of me. Once more
cleaning myself up I collapsed on the bed exhausted.

William actually laid there with me afterwards. I looked at the clock
next to me and said he had better leave before Jessica gets home.
Agreeing we both went downstairs to get dressed. Kissing me goodbye
William left as I went up to bed quickly falling asleep to some great
and very erotic dreams.

The next day was relaxing as me and Jessica had a nice time together.
When Monday morning rolled around we said our goodbyes before I drove
off back home. Pulling into out driveway my husband was gone as usual.
Getting readjusted to being home I still couldn't believe I had an
affair with a black man. A few days later I got a phone call from
Jessica who said it was nice to have me around. That we should do this
more often, maybe once or twice a month. She also mentioned that William
couldn't stop talking about me either and was already asking her when I
was going to visit again. I know there was no way I could tell her why.
She said he asked for my e-mail and cell phone number. Making sure it
was okay with me first I told her it was fine. This was the start of
what became a long running affair with William. Not that I don't love my
husband, I do very much. He never found out about us though, much to my
happiness. To me it wasn't emotional like it is with James. With William
is was purely unattached fucking, wonderful, wonderful sex. Never once
before considered having sex with a black guy. Nothing to do with race,
just never entered my mind. Now I found myself having a on going affair
with one and loved every moment.

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The Guest

By Chase

Driving slowly down the street in a light rain I took my time taking my
normal trip back home from work. I am a part time receptionist for a
construction / contracting company. I can't lie it wasn't my first
choice but the only thing I was able to get at the time in our area and
it does give me a decent amount of time off. Since I only work for a few
hours three days out of the week I do have a lot of free time which I
enjoy. Sadly my husband works nights so we only really get to spend any
real time together on his days off.

Before I continue let me explain a bit about myself. My name is Marisa
Johnson. I'm 26 and have been married now to my husband William for
nearly four years now. Been wonderful except for the work problem. Feel
in love with him pretty quickly and he was even the one to take my
virginity. We get along well enough but for some arguments now and then.
As far as my looks go I'm a redhead with blue eyes and very pale white
skin. Friends used to tease me about being so white I was almost
transparent. Down side is I burn easily but love the freckles I have
from being so pale. I am proud of my strong and pretty well shaped legs.
I'm not that tall, only 5'6" and around 150lbs. The only thing I think I
would change about myself is my chest. I have a natural 36DD bra size
and all too often it's what guys tend to stare at. More so since I often
catch most of the guys who work for the company staring at them as they
pass through the office are or the few times I go out to work sites to
drop things off that were forgotten or needed. Not to mention some of
the men are just out of prison for minor crimes who haven't been around
a woman for several months or even a couple of years. Granted I guess I
can't blame them since my breasts are hard to miss even when I try to
hide them under clothes.

The one down side to where I work is since the economy has gone done so
has the need for my companies type of work. Even in a large town as we
are in. Nearly big enough to be a small city in reality. When we were
once so busy we had work backed up now we can just barely keep everyone
working. Sadly several of the employees had to be laid off because there
just wasn't enough work. One I remember very well because he used to
flirt with me constantly when he was around the office was Darnell. I
took it all in fun and we did get along well, having lunch together
several times in the break room while he was around. Darnell is a
younger black guy at 25 years old. Tall compared to me at 6'2" and well
built since he told me the other times he was in prison he had little
else to do but light weights or play sports. Not a bad looking guy I
guess, a little on the dark side of skin color. The only problem I had
with him with his speech which was more on the "ghetto" slang than
anything else. Sometimes I had a hard time understanding everything he
said like when I first met him he called me a "snow bunny." I didn't
know what that meant until he explained it was a term for white women
and fit me perfectly because I am "so damn white."

Darnell had worked for us for before but get arrested on a minor drug
possession charge. Not being the first time he was in jail for slightly
over half a year before being let out. I only knew that because he
walked in this morning while I was there. Was looking down at my
computer screen when I heard a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up
I saw Darnell standing there smiling at me. He had stopped in to see if
there was any chance of getting his old job back but sadly we weren't
hiring even former employees right now. Darnell had just come from
speaking with my boss and was informed we couldn't do it. He was a bit
down but told me everything would be fine. Standing up I gave him a big
hug wishing him the best and just as normal I caught him trying to look
down my top. Giving him a look he smiled at me again.

"Yo, what can I say girl?" Darnell said. "Been a long time since I seen
a woman." This actually made me blush slightly. Before he left I told
him to keep in touch and if he needed anything just let me know. Had no
idea that the offer of a favor and my feeling bad for him would
eventually lead me and change my life in a way I never considered for a
split second.

Stopping at the store to pick up a few items I continued my trip home.
Pulling out of the parking lot I proceeded down the road for several
miles when something caught my eye on the side of the road. There in the
rain was walking a black man with a bag on his back. Looking in my
mirror as I passed by it took but a moment to notice his face. It was
Darnell! Quickly pulling over to the side of the road I sat there
waiting for him to approach the car. He obviously had no idea who was in
the car as he paid no attention while he walked around to go past me.
Pressing the button to lower the passenger side window I called out his
name as he walked past it. I actually saw him jump slightly in surprise.
Turning to look at the car he peered in to see who it was, smiling when
he saw me.

"If it ain't Mrs J." he said sticking his head in. I asked him what he
was doing out here? "Just walkin" he told me.

"In this weather?" I asked. "Come on get in the car Darnell I'll take
you where you need to go instead." Darnell didn't waste any time opening
the car door and hopping inside. Everything on him was wet. Once he was
in I drove off again. Asking him where he was headed he didn't answer me
and I could tell something wasn't right.

"I ain't gonna lie to you Marisa" he began to explain. "I ain't got no
place to go. My girl broke up wit me while I was in jail an said I ain't
livin' wit her no more. I have no money to get a place myself. An I have
no job to get any right now. So, I was hopin' to find a place to stay
'til I got somethin' better. If you can just drop me off there's a
shelter a few miles down this road."

I wasn't sure what to think but knew I couldn't just turn him off in the
street or a shelter if I could help it. I said nothing for several
minutes thinking as we sat there driving in silence. Darnell broke it as
he pointed out where to turn for the temporary shelter. I told him I
wasn't going to take him there. He asked me why not? I said that I
wouldn't let someone I was friendly with stay in such a place if I could
help it. So, he was going to stay with us in our house until he found a
better suited place to go.

"I don't know what to say Marisa. Thank you for sure! But what 'bout Mr.
J? Will he be down with that?" Darnell asked. I told him I would talk to
my husband about it when we got home since he should be awake by then.
That William should be fine with it but even if he wasn't I wouldn't
give him a choice. I seldom put my foot down on things allowing for some
give and take on both sides yet this was one I wouldn't take no for an
answer. Darnell thanked me again but wanted to make sure this wouldn't
start any problems between William and me. I assured him it would be fine.

Pulling into the driveway I got out of the car with Darnell and rushed
into the house out of the rain. Stepping inside I asked Darnell if he
had any dry clothing. He told me he didn't since all the stuff in his
bag was wet too. As we were talking I heard my husband call out to me
and walk towards our voices in the living room. Walking in William had a
shocked look on his face to see a strange black man in our house.
Excusing myself from Darnell I lead my husband upstairs to the bedroom
to talk to him about the situation. He wasn't receptive at first to say
the least. I insisted though telling him there was no way, not matter
what William said, that I would going to turn him out onto the street.
It did turn into a slight argument but I wouldn't back down until
William finally gave in telling me it would be only until he was able to
get a job and find another place. Smiling I dashed off to tell Darnell
as William went to take a shower. When I informed Darnell about it he
seemed to light up, thanking me again and saying he was sorry for any
trouble he may have caused.

Next bit of business was to take car of his wet clothing. Be both a
taller and larger man than my husband I lead Darnell down to the
basement of our small two story home where we have a little laundry room
and den where my husband spent time with his friends or guests stayed
while visiting. First pointing out the couch bed that I'll help pull out
later on where he'll stay while he's with us I also told him to use our
drier to dry his clothing. I'll be upstairs while he does and told him
when he got dressed again to join us for dinner. Thanking me once again
I started up the stairs when I heard him asking me if I played pool or
it was for my husband as he pointed towards the pool table on the other
side of the room near the TV. Laughing a little I told him I wasn't too
good at it, William was the one who played in his free time with
friends. Heading up the stairs I closed the door behind me. Few minutes
later I could hear the dries running downstairs. When William finished
his shower and got dressed for work he come downstairs to the first
floor. Looking a little pissed he said he only wished I would have given
him more notice on this. Telling him I had none to give he sat down on
the couch to watch TV.

When Darnell came up in his warm, dry clothes I started making dinner
allowing the two boys to talk and get a little more used to each other.
When I finished I called both of them in and we all had a nice meal
together. After dinner William relaxed a little while longer before
giving me a kiss goodbye and leaving for work. For the rest of the night
me and Darnell talked and watched TV until we went our separate ways to
bed. This is pretty much how the next week and a half went except for
the couple of days William had off work. During the day while William
was asleep I was either at work or cleaning the house with Darnell's
help. He was as good as his word spending time everyday looking for
work. We actually grew closer together getting to know more about one
another. He we nice enough to listen to me bitch and moan about things
when I wasn't in the best of moods. Which sadly were more often since
William still wasn't 100% happy about having Darnell living right us and
lead to a few arguments between us.

Though it still would have been easier if he didn't use so much slang I
quickly got used to that. So did William who spent some time playing
pool and talking with Darnell in at least some small effort to know him
a little better. Even with that my husband still wasn't too shy about
trying to push me to have Darnell more out. Again, leading to some more
disagreements between us. The only thing that took some getting used to
was having another man in the house that I caught looking at my chest
and other body parts. In reality Darnell was doing it even more than my
husband though I guess I can't blame William since we've been together
for a while and he has a very low sex drive; more so compared to mine.

As the second weekend of Darnell staying with us come around here I was
early Friday afternoon getting ready for my night out with William. Had
been looking forward to this as we planned on going out for a nice
evening together. It was to celebrate the anniversary of our first date
which we did every year for fun and tradition. Both of us had the day
off from work but William still was in bed during the early afternoon as
usual since he had worked the night before. Wanting to take a shower I
had no desire to wake him up so I got my things together and went
downstairs to the basement where we had our second bathroom. Darnell was
gone, having borrowed my car to put in some job applications so I felt
perfectly fine being down there. Turning on the shower I climbed in
fully cleaning myself up. I also made sure to take my razor and shaved
clean everything from my waist down, and yes I mean everything. Honestly
haven't had any hair between my legs since before we got married.
Finishing up I turned off the water, dried myself off and wrapped a
towel around my body as I stood in front of the mirror fixing my hair
and makeup. I was to busy to hear Darnell come home and down the stairs
until it was too late. Opening the bathroom door I stepped out only to
see him sitting on the couch bed with some papers in his hand. Looking
up at me when I saw him I nearly jumped out of my skin grabbing the
towel around me tightly. Darnell said he was sorry as he stared at my
legs and chest. Blushing I rushed upstairs to get dressed.

As I went through my closet I felt very embarrassed by what happened.
Putting on a sexy pair of black lace panties and matching bra I then got
my black lower thigh length skirt and a green v-neck shirt that shows
off some cleavage. Along with my calf high black heeled boots. Wanted to
look sexy for William tonight. As I walked out of the closet I notice
William was already out of bed and could hear him talking downstairs.
Finding him in the kitchen on the phone I could see he was really
disgusted. When he hung up a couple minutes later he informed me that he
had to get ready for work and we weren't going out tonight. I was left
almost speechless. William said that his boss called and needed someone
to cover since two other guys who do his job called out sick today. I
was to say the least now pissed off. Yes, he would make some more money
but we had plans! Asking him if he had told his boss he couldn't do it
William said he hadn't because he was put on the spot and didn't want to
leave him hanging. That made me even more pissed off, this time at my
husband which lead to one of the few fights we have. Storming off
William got dressed for work and had dinner without saying another word
to me before leaving for work. The whole time Darnell was there watching
or listening but keeping to himself. I sat sullen on the couch still
dressed and made up for the evening as my husband left for work. No
sooner had the headlights left the driveway then Darnell sat down next
to me.

"Yo, have to tell you Marisa, you're lookin' hot tonight!" he said. Made
me smile. "How 'bout me an you go out tonight instead?" Darnell asked.
"You're dressed up for goin' out so we can go together. Maybe hit a club
I ain't been to in a long time. Some dancin', drinkin', just some fun in
a fly joint as friends."

I wasn't sure. Granted I was planning on a night out and was all dressed
up to go. I have never been to a club either. And was still pissed as
shit at William and his boss that I wasn't in any more mod to stay here
than to go out.

"Shit girl, come on" he insisted. "Your hubby don't know what he's
missin'. We can have a good time together you an me. Get a lil' drunk
then come back to your crib an pass out. Yo, can forget your hubby for a
night and get your party on."

"Why the fuck not!" I said standing up. "Lets go out and have a good
time even if my husband's was an ass tonight." Darnell smiled at that as
he jumped up.

"Lets go girl!" he replied. Grabbing my bag we headed out to my car.
Giving him the keys I let him drive since I had no idea where I was
going. We drove for over a half an hour and through a somewhat iffy
neighborhood before parking in the lot of a night club. Getting out of
the car we walked inside to find loud music and a crowd of people.
Looking around I found I was actually the only white person there which
I can't lie made me feel a bit awkward. That being said we had a good
time. Spent most of it drinking and dancing for nearly two hours. I
really had more alcohol then he did but I didn't care, was having fun.
The music they played would not have been my first choice I still had
fun anyway. While dancing with Darnell he showed a propensity to get
very close to me most of the time until he was rubbing against my body.
He did for the most part not touch me in any place considered
inappropriate except for my butt which he seldom shied from finding a
reason to touch. Though by the time we left I was slightly drunk. I
couldn't help but think about my husband and found myself getting more
angry at him. Getting back home Darnell asked me if I was tired? I told
him no.

"Good! Then why don't we go downstairs an play some pool or somethin'?
Got nothin' to do and wanna see how bad you are at it." he said winking.
I laughed telling him I was going to make a fool of myself. Walking down
with him he set up the pool balls as I sat down to take off my boots.
Walking over to him Darnell let me have the first try and it started as
expected, badly. Then again so did the next several games as I
predicted, I made a fool of myself showing how badly I played. Darnell
did try to help me do better giving me tips and helping to guide me. Of
course I couldn't help but notice him staring down my top when I leaned
over or rubbing against my ass more than once. After losing the fifth
game I said I had enough.

"Don't I get nothin' for winnin'?" he asked. I inquired as to what he
wanted. Darnell walked over to me until he was close up. "How 'bout a
kiss?" he said. I smiled and thought why not? A kiss is just a kiss and
it's been a while since I've kissed another man and never a black one. I
told Darnell I was fine with it. Smiling at me he bent down planting one
right on my lips.

"There was that what you wanted?" I asked as I pulled away.

"Nah girl! Thinkin' I earned some more" he replied. "Not just for
winnin' but givin' you a good time when your hubby bailed out on you
leavin' you like dat."

"Fine" I told him with a smile. Darnell bent down kissing me again, this
time more deeply. In no time he had his tongue in my mouth as he held me
tightly against him. There was something nice about it yet slightly
wrong as well. Have to love alcohol to help relax one's inhibitions. As
we continued I wasn't sure how much longer this would go on. When he did
break the kiss I figured that was it until he grabbed me by the waist
and lifted my up sitting me on the edge of the pool table. Not a word
was said as positioned himself between my knees and kissed me deeply
again for several more minutes. Breaking it once more he pushed my head
to the side and brushed my away only to lean in kissing my neck. It did
feel good and couldn't deny that it was actually turning me on. Could
feel my body reacting as he kissed and sucked on my sensitive neck,
which has always been one of those spots that helps get me into the
mood. Even had a faint moan escape my lips. I'm guessing Darnell thought
that to be a good signal to more ahead. Mere seconds later he moved a
hand between us and without a murmur cupped my right breast squeezing it
softly over my clothing. My body jumped as he touched me there. Wasn't
sure what to do as he gently kneaded it while kissing my neck. It has
been so long, nearly two weeks now, since I have had sex with William
and my body was reacting to this attention nearly screaming for it.
That's when it hit me ...

"Darnell, stop. We need to stop" I told him. He pulled his head back but
never moved his hand from my chest asking me why? "Because, I'm
married!" I replied.

"So? I don't fuckin' care if you're married!" he told me. "Hubby ain't
here an he left you alone tonight anyway. He doesn't care enough 'bout
you to stay home an you even say he ain't been payin' much attention to
you lately 'cept to argue with you as you told me yourself. Ain't our
problem he's missin' out on this. He didn't give a shit 'bout you so why
care 'bout him? I'll give you pleasure he never dreamed of girl. An he
ain't gotta know what we do anyway. Just you an me girl an I'm thinkin'
you're as fuckin' horny as I am. Besides it's even hotter that you've
got a man. Ain't never been with a white woman or a married one. Will
make you forget all 'bout him baby an let you get even for what he did
to you tonight too."

"Darnell, we really shouldn't" I said knowing full well I was very much
in the mood and turned on. Never thought of being with a black guy but
something about it was a bit of an extra turn on. Not sure if it was
because he was black, I was a little drunk, been too long since I last
had sex, or was still so pissed off at William. Likely all four. Never
thought of black men in a sexual way now that's all I could see Darnell
as. I tried to fight my own urges to do what I knew was right. As I went
to tell Darnell I let me down and began to climb off the pool table he
stopped me. Before I could even finish talking he kissed me deeply
again. Letting go of my breast he broke the kiss, slid his hands under
my ass, pulled me up close to him, and lifted me up. Grabbing his
shoulders to keep from falling this large, strong black man carried me
across the room to the couch bed sitting me down on top of it. Letting
go of him Darnell stood straight up again.

"I know you're wantin' it Marisa. Can see that fuckin' lust in your blue
eyes. An your nipples are fuckin' hard too, see them through your
shirt!" Darnell told me as he pulled his shirt off exposing his muscles.
"Ain't gonna lie Mrs. J., been wantin' to do this with you for a long
fuckin' time ... Shit ... You got to be the whitest white girl I've ever
seen!" he said as he looked down at me on the bed. "It makes this shit
even hotter to me!"

Darnell climbed onto the bed quickly moving next to me. My chest was
heaving heavily up and down from a mix of excitement and nerves. Kissing
me deeply again Darnell immediately moved a hand under my shirt and up
to my breasts, touching them over my bra. 'What is wrong with me?' I
thought to myself. How could I let this man do this so willingly and be
so turned on by it too. Didn't realize how desperate I really was for
attention, including attention of a sexual nature until now. Letting go
of my chest Darnell soon grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands
pulling it upwards. Breaking the kiss once more he told me to lift my
arms up as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Once off he tossed it
across the room then started kissing my neck again. Again asking myself
what I was thinking I felt both his hands move to my upper back as he
began to unhook my bra. Reaching up he pushed the straps off my
shoulders exposing my breasts to him. Lifting his head from my neck he
looked down with a big grin on his face.

"Damn, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Always knew you got some nice
big lilly white titties Marisa! Nice little pink nipples too. Have long
wanted to touch an play with them. How 'bout you move up on the bed and
lay down girl, get yourself comfortable" he ordered. Sliding up into the
middle Darnell guiding me the entire way, I laid down resting my head on
the pillows. Darnell was literally on top of my the whole time moving me
to where he wanted. Kissing me on the lips first then slowly kissing
down my neck then to my upper chest before cupping my left breast in his
hand. Looking up at me with a smile he leaned over running the tip of
his tongue around my pale pink nipple just before sucking it hard into
his waiting mouth. I gasped in pleasure as he did this, sucking on it
several times then moving to the right one doing the same. 'Fuck, what
am I doing?' I asked again as I watching this large good looking black
guy playing with my breasts. His dark skin against my pale white was
making for an erotic sight though which only added to me getting turned
on even more. For the first time I could see why some people got off to
interracial porn, it was a hot sight to see. More so since I am so pale
white. After several minutes of this Darnell moved his right hand down
to my right thigh rubbing it as he glided it higher up under my skirt.

"Open your legs a little baby" Darnell told me. Doing as he asked
Darnell moved his hand all of the way up to my crotch, running a finger
up and down it over my panties. My legs actually jumped slightly when he
touched me there. So very new for me to be touched by another man and a
black one to boot.

"Damn Mrs. J. you're fuckin' pussy's puttin' off a lot of fuckin' heat
an there's a little wet spot on your panties already! You really must be
needin' it girl!" he said. What could I say I was beyond turned on at
this point yet kept trying to convince myself to stop. Darnell moved his
finger away from my crotch up to the waistband of my panties. Pulling it
up he guided his hand under and back down towards my vagina, brushing
his fingers softly over my outer lips.

"Nice and smooth, no hair at all. Now that's fuckin' hot girl" he told
me. Sliding two fingers in he spread my vagina lips apart and without
being asked or even thinking about it I found myself parting my legs
open a little wider to give him easier access. He then slowly slid a
finger into me causing me to moan. Sliding it in and out a few times
before moving it to my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. At the
same time he leaned back down sucking on my nipples. Again asking myself
why I was doing this, cheating on my husband with a black guy? I
couldn't seem to get myself to actually open my mouth though or to stop
what was happening. It didn't help that Darnell was really good at what
he was doing to me either. Continuing to suck on my nipples as he
fingered me. Imagine my shock as I could feel an orgasm building within
me in less than three minutes into it. Telling Darnell not to stop my
legs began to shake slightly just before I came, screaming out as the
orgasm coursed through my body. He didn't stop though. He continued
playing with me the whole time and quickly brought me to a second than a
third orgasm, one literally right after the other like waves crashing
against a beach making me scream loader each time. Finally he stopped
after the third one, pulling both his hand from between my thighs and
his head from my breasts. I just laid there with my eyes closed trying
to catch my breath as I could feel Darnell moving down the bed as he
held onto the waist band of my skirt with his hands.

"Lift you hips up for me Marisa" he said. Without thinking I did as he
asked not realizing what he was doing. In one swift motion he pulled
both my skirt and panties down off my waist to my upper thighs fully
exposing myself to him. Pulling them down my legs he slipped both off
and tossed them away as well.

"Damn you've got on pretty little white pussy girl! Only dreamed of
seein' it before" he said. Opening my eyes I looked down as Darnell
moved off the bed, staring at me the whole time. Fuck! What was I doing?
I'm married and now here I am completely naked in my house except for a
pair of ankle high socks with a black man ... a well built, good looking
black man who is turning me on. Damn, what is wrong with me? As I
battled with myself Darnell undid his pants, pushing them down quickly
followed by his underwear. No sooner had I decided to end this now
before it went any further I saw him do this.

"Holy shit!" I blurted out loud. There he was, Darnell fully nude, well
built, good looking, and had one really big, really, really big black
dick pointing straight out. I had heard of the stereotype about black
men but figured it was just a lie. Darnell certainly lived up to what
I've been told. Darnell laughed at my reaction.

"Take it Mr. J's dick ain't this big?" he asked. I just nodded my head
no. "It's my almost 8 1/2 inch long, 5 inches thick black snake an it's
been dyin' to get up inside your little pink pussy. Make you feel things
your hubby never could." He was 2 3/4 inches longer than William's and 1
1/2 inches thicker as well. It was fucking massive! Darnell climbed back
onto the bed as his large black penis bobbed up and down as he moved.

"Spread them nice pale white legs of yours girl so I can get up in
between them" he told me.

"Wait What about a condom? Aren't you going to put one on first?" I
asked. Darnell seemed taken aback by that.

"Condoms? I ain't got any condoms girl. Shit if I had any money to buy
some I would have been laid by now. Besides what's the problem, you're
on the pill ain't you? Not like I can get you knocked up" he replied.

"Yes, I'm on birth control but still ... I think we have some old ones
William used to use upstairs. I can go up and get one" I said.

"Shit, with his small dick? No fuckin' way those will fit me girl! We
don't need no fuckin' rubbers with you on the pill. I'm wantin' to get
in you bareback anyway. Both my first white and married pussy, betta
believe I'm wantin' it raw. An again I ain't gunna knock you up or
nothin' and I'm clean too since I haven't had any since before going to
jail" Darnell said. I really wasn't sure how to proceed with this but
Darnell fully knew what he wanted to do. He right away grabbed my ankles
and lifted my legs up as he moved on his knees up the bed until both of
my legs were resting on his chest with my feet pointing towards the
ceiling; one resting on either shoulder. I couldn't believe what a hot
sight it made to see my pale white legs against his strong black chest.
Was like in a trace before snapping myself out of it reminding Darnell
once again that I could run upstairs to the bedroom and grab a condom
for him to wear.

"Are you still thinkin' 'bout that? Shit, just relax girl and go with
it. I ain't lying when I say this is gunna feel real good for both of
us" he said looking down at me before trailing his eyes to my crotch.
"Damn you got one nice lookin' pussy! Wanna do it like this, at least to
start since I wanna watch my black snake slide into your pale pink pussy."

Darnell positioned himself to get comfortable on his knees and adjusted
my legs on his chest. Once he was ready he reached down grabbing his
dick in his hand. With a big smile on his face he stared down as he ran
the large head of his equally large penis up and down my vagina and my
clit. Watching myself I had a slightly obscured view but from what I
could see it was hot none the less. Finally he lined it up with my hole
and letting out a deep sigh he proceeded to place some pressure against
it as he tried to gain access into my body. Once more I considered
stopping it as some regret came over me for ever considering cheating on
my husband. The light pressure he was using wasn't working well so he
started pushing harder which paid off. Slowly my body began to open for
him and the head of his big dick started spreading me open. A little at
a time he worked his big member into me. Never felt so stretched in my
life during sex and stopped the thoughts of me ending this dead in their
tracks.

"Fuck Marisa, you've got one tight white pussy! Feels so fuckin' nice
too! Mr. J's one lucky man!" he exclaimed. "Always told by some of my
niggas in jail that white girls were tight, they weren't lying as far as
you go. Gunna open this shit up girl an when I'm done with you sex with
hubby ain't never gunna feel the same. His small little dick's gunna
feel even smaller after me."

I guess I couldn't deny that he was a lot bigger and it did feel a lot
different than William's. It was also a bit uncomfortable as he worked
it deeper into me. More and more disappeared into my body as Darnell
grunted while trying to fit it inside my small hole. He was now deeper
than my husband gets and still had a couple of inches to go. Honestly
wasn't too sure how much he would be able to fit in me. I just wanted to
discomfort to go away. Not that it didn't feel good but it was a 50 / 50
mix of both. I just laid there biting my lip as he went further and
further into my body. Until finally I felt the head bump slightly
against my cervix causing Darnell to stop.

"Damn girl!" he sound loudly. "You took it all! Didn't think you would
but my fuckin' dick's buried balls deep in your hot little pussy."
Sticking my head up I asked him if he was joking but he said he wasn't.
He was right I could feel his two large testicles resting against my
body. Holy crap! How did he fit it all in?

"I can't believe how fuckin' tight you are Marisa. So soft and wet too
which is why I didn't wanna wear a rubber, wanted to feel every inch of
you in ways only your hubby has before. How's it feel girl?" he asked. I
told him a little uncomfortable and very full, more than I ever felt
before. Darnell just grinned as he grabbed my thighs in both hands
before pulling a little out of me then sliding it slowly back in. I
can't lie it did feel good yet still uncomfortable at the same time.
Darnell kept it up at a slow pace allowing me time to adjust.

"Relax girl. Breath, relax, and enjoy it" he whispered to me. I tried to
do as he said and gradually it felt better and better until it was
nothing but pleasure. I started to moan and Darnell got the clue as he
started to pull more out before driving in back in and started to pick
up his pace. This only caused me to moan louder and more often. Darnell
spent most of the time staring down at my crotch watching is dick sink
into me. I couldn't see as much as he could yet it was hot none the
less. Could see his large black dick appear when he pulled out, shinning
slightly in the light from the wetness of my body that coated his shaft.
His big, thick black shaft. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes
before pushing my legs off his chest and spreading them open wide as he
lowered his torso just about mine.

"Get ready girl 'cause I'm going to fuck your brains out!" he told me.
Giving me a deep kiss he was as good as his word as he began to thrust
more than half his oversized dick in and out of me in the missionary
position we were in now. God forgive me, it was so wrong but it felt so
good. Felt like I was in heaven as he fucked me hard making me moan and
scream in extreme pleasure. His dick acting like an engine piston in and
out of me. Gripping hard onto his shoulder I wrapped my legs around his
back as the room loudly echoed with sounds of ecstasy, mostly coming
from me. Never made so much noise during sex before though I hate to
admit it but it never felt this good before either. My eyes even rolled
back in my head more than once and my toes were curled tightly in
pleasure. My fingers were digging hard into his shoulders as he drilled me.

Darnell - "Fuck yeah take that big black dick baby! Take it deep up in
that pussy white girl! Too fuckin' long I've wanted to do this to you."

Me - *moaning*

Darnell - "My little married white slut! Hubby's dick doesn't get this
deep does it?"

Me - "No it doesn't."

Darnell - "That's what I fuckin' thought. Bet I feel better in you too
don't I? ... huh? ... Tell me baby ... Does my big black dick feel
better than hubby's?"

Me - "Yes! ... forgive me but it feels better than his!"

Darnell - "That's my good little white girl! ... take that black dick!"

Me - "Fuck ... me! ... Fuck me! ... God yes! Feels so good! ... Don't stop!"

And that he did fucking me hard. Couch beds are not really know for
having the best springs and the bed was making almost as much noise as I
was. Darnell wasn't kidding about his plans to "fuck my brains out." The
unbelievable pleasure he was giving me truly was mind blowing. Felt so
good I never wanted it to end. Darnell was not only big but used it like
a pro. He also lasted longer than William who would have been finished
long ago. Which was even more impressive since it has been nearly nine
months since the last time he has had sex. We were almost ten minutes
into it when I could feel his pace change.

"Shit baby I'm gettin' close!" he moaned as his thrusts become faster
and shorter. "Oh fuck 'bout to cum soon. Can't hold back much longer ...
gonna bust my nut deep up in you tight white cunt! ... Fuck! ... yeah!
... ahhhh fuck!" Darnell yelled out as he shoved his entire dick into
me, all 8 plus inches, and held himself hard against me. His body went
stiff as his dick began to twitch inside of me.

"... Take it baby ... take that hot black seed deep in your tight
married white pussy!" he said moaning. In the end it's not like I had a
choice. Again as good as his word I instantly felt stream after stream
of his hot semen shooting deeply inside of my body. He had one big
orgasm, heavily coating my cervix and vaginal walls with his "hot black
seed." Could feel it when he started coming down as his penis became
more relaxed in me. Darnell let out a deep sigh as he finished. Taking a
minute as he caught his breath he slowly pulled out of me until only the
head was still buried. Reaching between us I watched as he wrapped his
hand around the thick black shaft hard. He than made several forward
strokes from the base up to what was still in me, only relaxing his grip
to move his hand back to the shaft's base before stroking forwards
again. He could tell that I was watching him.

"Just makin' sure I got all my cum out of me before I pull my dick out
of you" he explained with an almost evil grin. "Ain't wantin' to waste
any, gotta make sure I give all of it to you. I like being thorough an
wanna make sure you take all my cum in your white pussy!"

What could I say to that? When he did pull out the rest of the way I sat
amazed that even semi hard his dick was still fucking huge! Climbing off
of me Darnell collapsed on the bed beside of me as I laid there trying
to take it all in. I just cheated on my husband ... with a black guy!
And worst of all I enjoyed every second of it too. I was so beat when we
were finished I could have gladly fallen asleep except for two reasons.
First being how would I explain to William when he got home why I was
sleeping naked downstairs with Darnell? The second reason being that
massive amount of cum Darnell had left inside of me was finding it's way
back out, slowly leaking from my hole and running down my butt cheek.
Getting up I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came
back out Darnell was already asleep laying there still totally naked.
Holy crap! I actually had sex with this black man! Throwing a sheet over
him I was still shocked to find his penis was still large looking and
very impressive. Picking up my clothes I went upstairs to the bedroom
and quickly passed out myself for the night. Had three separate dreams
that night, all sexual, all with Darnell, and had to be the best sex
dreams I have ever had.

When I came to later that morning the sun was peeking through the window
and William was asleep in bed beside of me. I laid there for a moment
collecting my thoughts about last night knowing full well what I had
done and that I had enjoyed myself while doing it. Could still feel a
little bit of the alcohol I had the night before. Most of all I could
feel both a light soreness and emptiness in my body between my legs.
Amazed at what I had done with Darnell and how good it held felt. I also
knew it was wrong, very wrong. Never once cheated before last night and
wasn't sure what to think about it. I didn't think I ever could again.

Softly slipping out of bed so not to wake up my husband I put on a pair
of pajamas and quietly walked downstairs to have breakfast. The house
was silent, couldn't have said the same last night with all my moaning,
screaming, and bed creaking. Sitting down for a small meal in the living
room as I clicked on the TV I wondering what this would mean for my
relationship with William. I mean, I wasn't going to tell him I had sex
with the black guy living in our house, I just had to do my best to act
like it never happened. As for Darnell what would I do with him? Did
things I have never before with another man. How will what we did effect
our relationship and where would we take it from here?

Darnell came upstairs less than an hour later and I decided to explain
to him what we had done last night we never could again. Even though it
felt so very, very good! Of course I didn't add that part. Surprisingly
he was really cool about it. Almost a week went by and everything was
fairly normal again, except for the fact that William and I were arguing
pretty much every day. William was going to be off work tomorrow night
and thought maybe it would be a good time to spend sometime together.
Oh, how wrong I was on that. The following day I cleaned up around the
house. Darnell had left in the early afternoon for a job interview and
said he was going to meet up with some old friends at the part to play
some basketball leaving me and William home alone. After eating dinner I
asked William if he wanted to go out to a movie or something tonight. He
looked surprised telling me he had made plans to go out with some
buddies tonight after dinner and he must have forgotten to tell me. I
got a little angry over this explaining that we never get to spend much
time together anymore and thought that since he would be off work we
could do something. This lead to another argument, a bit more heated
than most until William said he was leaving and would see my later
before storming out of the house.

This put me in such a bad mood as I cleaned up the dishes. While doing
this I ended up spilling some food and water on my clothing making me
even more pissed off. Could almost feel my blood pressure rising as I
went into the bedroom to change. Taking my clothes off I decided to get
comfortable for the rest of the evening and put on a pair of loose
pajama shorts and a loose fitting light blue button up shirt. I was
still far from being in a good mood and the more I thought on it the
more pissed off I became. So, to help clear my head I went about doing
some house work. A few minutes later I heard the front door open.
Dashing into the living room I saw it was Darnell, looking tired and
sweaty from playing with his friends. He asked me where William was so I
explained to him what happened. Telling me if I needed anything to let
him know and that he was going to take a shower to clean off. Darnell
headed downstairs as I went back to my house work yet I could not seem
to get rid of my frustration. Picking up my dirty clothing from the
bedroom floor I figured I should wash it now before any stains might set
in.

Heading to the basement stairs I peeked down I found the bed empty and
the bathroom door closed. Figuring he was still in the shower I walked
downstairs then over to the washing machine and began to load the
clothing. With all my effort I could not get my angry feelings about
William to go away and the more I thought about it the more pissed off I
became at you. I had never been so mad at him before but now I was
steaming. I didn't even want to look at him right now. I wasn't paying
attention as I shoved the items in and slammed the lid shut.

"Ass hole!" I blurted out loud in anger. I was so caught up in my
thoughts I didn't even realize Darnell had come out of the bathroom and
was standing behind me.

"Who's an ass hole?" he asked. "Hope it's not me." His voice made me
jump almost out of my skin as I hadn't expected him there. Turning on
the washing machine I explained to him I was just angry at my husband.
That we had an argument again earlier and he royally pissed me off.
Darnell immediately began to lightly rub my shoulders telling me to
relax. It was helping some but more than anything I found myself
becoming turned on by his touching. That's when I decided to do
something I said I never would again. I wanted to forget about my
husband for a little while and Darnell would more than help me do that.
I wanted it badly and wanted it now!

Me - "Darnell, you remember what I said the other day about how we could
never have sex again and could never talk about what we had done?"

Darnell - "Yeah, why?"

Me - "How about we forget I ever said that?"

Darnell - "Yo, really! You serious Marisa?"

"Dead serious" I told him. Turning around to face Darnell he leaned down
kissing my deeply on the lips. Could feel my body react instantly. After
a minute or so of this I pushed away from him. He asked me if I was sure
about this? I told him I was very sure explaining that we'll go upstairs
to the master bed this time. Darnell asked me if I was sure about doing
it in the bed I share with William? I told him yes because it was more
comfortable and made far less noise than the couch bed he's using.
Excusing himself for a moment walking over towards his backpack beside
the couch bed. Unzipping it I watched as he looked around inside before
pulling out a condom with a big "XL Size" written on the wrapper.
Walking back towards me he asked if I was ready to go up?

"What's that for?" I asked pointing at the condom between his fingers.

"For sex girl" he replied. "My homie gave me a few earlier today to use
incase I get some."

"You're kidding me right? Put that thing back in your bag. You don't
need one with me and I don't want you wearing it either. No to mention
it's kind of late to worry about something like that since we've already
had sex without one" I explained to him.

"For real?" he asked. Nodding in assurance he just tossed the thing back
towards his bag. "Now dat's what I'm talkin' 'bout girl! Didn't wanna
use it with you anyway." I didn't say a word, only smiled, as I grabbed
his large black hand in mine and lead him upstairs through the house
into the master bedroom.

"You did all of the work last time now it's my turn" I told him. Walking
towards the bed I lead Darnell over to the edge. Having just come out of
the shower he was in nothing but a pair of underwear which I quickly
yanked down letting them fall to his feet. His massive black dick sprung
out stiff as a board pressing up against my stomach. I am still amazed
at the unbelievable size of his penis, both the impressive length and
girth. Never in my wildest dreams has I ever considered I'd have sex
with a man so well endowed; or black. I also was still speechless about
the fact that he had been able to get every last inch of this monster in
me. The thought of how good it had felt sent a shiver up my spine.

Telling Darnell to sit down and spread his legs I dropped to my knees in
front of him. Looking up at him I saw a smile creep across his face as
he realized what I was about to do. Without saying a word I grabbed his
dick in my hand and leaned in, softly running my tongue from the base of
the shaft to the top. Following my licking around and all over the head.
Darnell let out a soft moan as I slowly parted my lips around it taking
his hard black dick into my mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he said to me. "I always heard white girls were good at
givin' head an' always wanted to find out if it was true. An' I ain't
gonna lie, have been wantin' to get a blowjob from you for a long
fuckin' time!" Looking up at him I pulled my mouth off his penis.

"Good because I want to give you one" I told him. I" love giving oral
and something about the idea of sucking your is much hotter than my
husband's. Not sure if it's the color difference, size difference, or
the fact that I'm so pissed off at him but either way I want it real
bad. Just keep my hair away from my face. Oh, I also love having my head
held while doing it." I was about to continue when Darnell interrupted
me asking if I wanted him to turn the picture frame face down that had a
photo of William on the small table next to the bed. I told him there
was no need to move it unless he wanted to.

"Shit, I'm keeping it right there" he replied. "As a matter of fact I'm
gonna turn it a lil' so he's facin' us. Somethin' hot 'bout him watchin'
his pretty little wife suckin' on a big black dick an there ain't
nothin' he can do 'bout it."

There was something interesting about the concept but I didn't care
either way. If Darnell got turned on by it I was fine with him doing
that. After he adjusted the picture I went back to sucking his dick,
doing the best I could to please him. He held my head tightly as I
bobbed up and down on his shaft. My lips were stretched to their limit
around his massive tool. He just sat there moaning as I used my mouth,
hands, and tongue to give him pleasure. It was also turning me on, big
time! Could feel myself getting wetter and around three minutes into it
I pulled my head away. Darnell asked me if anything was wrong?

"Not at all" I replied. "Thought maybe we could do something different
now unless you want me to continue sucking instead?"

"Somethin' different, like what?" he asked.

"Like you laying down and me riding you" I told him

"Ahhhh yeah! No dat's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Darnell said with a
smile. He wasted no time sliding up into the middle of the bed. I stood
up first wiping my mouth off on my sleeve before grabbing both the
waistband of my shorts and panties, pushing them down and stepping out
of them. Leaving my with nothing on but my light blue button up shirt
and the bra I had on underneath. As I proceeded to climb onto the bed
Darnell told me to wait a moment. Moving over he reached for the photo
frame with William's and turned it so it faced towards us again before
laying back down where he was.

"I think he should watch this too! He might learn something" Darnell
said with an almost evil grin and a laugh. "Now get over here baby an
ride me like a good married white slut." Crawling up to him I straddled
him with a leg on both sides of his body. I could feel his erect penis
pressing against my bare vagina. Darnell told me he could feel the heat
coming off of it. Lifting myself up on my knees I reached down between
us wrapping my fingers around his oversized member. Leaning forward I
moved his penis into position placing the tip of the head right at my
hole. Taking a deep breath I braced myself as I sat down on it, taking
him slowly in my body as he stretched me open wide. Like last night it
took some effort due to his size and was again slightly uncomfortable to
me but I knew how good it would feel. Gradually I worked more of it into
me, sinking down slowly a little at a time.

"Slide down on that black dick like a good little white girl Marisa"
Darnell said while grunting. "Fuck you're pussy still so fuckin' tight!
My snow bunny. Slide your tight white pussy down on my black pole while
your hubby is watchin'."

More and more he sunk into me until out pelvis' touched again. Rocking
slowly back and forth on him I felt so very full, like he was about to
split me in half. I was impaled on his massive penis and it felt so
good! Darnell reached up touching my breasts over my shirt. Pushing his
hands away I told him I'd make it easier for him. Unbuttoning the shirt
I took it off, throwing it from my body followed by my bra. Darnell
smiled as I leaned down allowing him to suck on my nipples as I began to
slowly slide up and down on his shaft. Each time I slid back down onto
him I felt a wave of pleasure coarse through my body. Darnell told me to
stop, sit up, and just rock back and forth on him. I was confused at
first until he placed a couple of finger on my clit rubbing it.

Darnell - "This isn't the last time we're going to do this is it Marisa?"

Me - "Oh God no!"

Darnell - "As long as I'm stayin' here I want to fuck you from now on
girl. Sound good to you?"

Me - "Yes."

Darnell - "Tell me, tell me you want me to."

Me - "I want you to have sex with me as often as possible from now on
when ever we have the chance to."

Not sure how he did it or if it was just my excitement but I had an
orgasm around his penis in under two minutes. Even though William was
sound asleep two floors above us I tried my best not to make too much
noise, coving my mouth as I screamed when my orgasm hit me.

I took a moment to catch my breath before bending down again and riding
up and down on Darnell as before. This time with faster, longer strokes.
We were both thoroughly enjoying ourselves by the moans, gasps, and
groans we were both making. I tried my best to keep the bed from making
too much noise while giving as much pleasure to both of us as possible.
It seemed to have worked well. After about six of seven minutes into it
Darnell was making more noise.

Darnell - "Oh fuck baby I'm gettin' close to cummin'. Your pussy feels
so fuckin' good. Keep ridin' me Marisa, gettin' real fuckin' close. Want
me to cum in you again baby?"

Me - "Yes"

Darnell - "Tell me white girl! Tell me you want me to cum in your tight
white pussy!"

Me - "Please cum inside of my pussy."

Darnell - "Fuck! Here it comes girl! Gonna shoot my hot black cum deep
up in your married white cunt while your hubby watches! Shit, 'bout to
cum. Fuckkkk!"

Darnell grabbed my waist hard while simultaneously thrusting into me. He
let out a deep moan as he held me tightly down onto him. I his dick
twitch slightly just before he exploded shoot load after load of his hot
semen deep up inside of me. Could feel his his penis expand and release
with each stream of cum he shot into me once again coating my cervix and
the deepest parts of my vagina. He let out a deep sigh as the last few
drops were shot into me. When he was finished I slowly slide him out of
me and almost instantly I could feel some of his semen running out of my
well used hole. Climbing off the bed I went into the bathroom connected
to the master bedroom to clean myself off.

When I returned Darnell got off of the bed going into the bathroom
himself. Getting my clothes on I waited until he returned. Giving me a
kiss he put his underwear back on and went back downstairs to get some
clothing. I following, starting up the washing machine and going back to
my house work as if nothing had happened. My husband came home less than
two hours later apologizing for the fight and promised to make it up to
me. Asking me if I was still pissed off I explained to him that I wasn't.

"Darnell came home and after getting some house work done I decided to
exercise which always helps me relax" I explain. "He was nice enough to
join me and we both agreed that we should do it several times a week to
keep in shape and help keep me in a better mood while you're away."


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The Meeting

By Chase

I stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom giving myself once over
before leaving on my date. Wearing a green v necked tee shirt that
showed off the top of my chest. Which I have ample amount of. I also
like the way I look in green since it's a good color for my red hair. A
pleated black skirt that went down to my mid thighs and black heeled
boots that were mid calf high. It helped show off what I consider one of
my best parts, other then my hair, which are my strong well shaped legs.
They are far from small which is due to years of running, dancing,
swimming, and hiking. They look good though and I seldom ever show them
off. Staring at myself once more before going I couldn't believe what I
was about to do. Never thought in a million years of going out on a date
while my husband was away. Much less a date with a black guy I have
never met in person but have only secretly talked to online and the phone.

Before I continue let me explain a little bit about myself. My name is
Marisa. I am 25 and have been married now to my husband John for nearly
four years. He was the first and only man I have ever been with in a
sexual way. He isn't home nearly as much as I would like, or need. He
works for a transportation company as a driver and at times I only see
him one or two days per week; sometimes less. I'm not at all tall at
5"6'. I'm a natural redhead with pale skin, freckles, and blue eyes. I
am what would be considered average, fitting between a size eight and
ten. I am also a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often the first
thing guys notice about me. Guess I can't blame them though since they
are hard to miss. I also have a huge sex drive and could go everyday,
multiple times, if I was able.

What my husband doesn't know about me and I have tried hard to hide is
my biggest fantasy. A little over a year ago I developed a real turn on,
a really, really big turn on, for black guys. It all started when I was
home alone and bored so I was playing on the Internet. Came across a
site that was only black men having sex with white women. I didn't think
much of it at first the image stayed in my head for sometime afterwards,
eventually leading me back to look again. What turned me on was the
sight of their dark skin against that of the white women is what caught
me and is what turns me on to this day. More so picturing their dark
skin against that of my very pale. More and more often it turned me on
to think about until finally it became my all encompassing fantasy. The
only one I ever think about and the only one that turns me on anymore.
Have a whole stash of photos and videos hidden in a file on our computer
to look at. Yes, also to masturbate to, all are of black men with white
women.

Then I started going into chat rooms that were geared solely towards
interracial relationships. I liked talking about my desires to real
black men. Of course most every black guy told me how big his dick was.
I didn't believe much in that feeling that what I saw in most
interracial porn was the exception not the norm. That the myth of black
guys with big dicks was just that, a myth. Never went beyond talking
online even when some asked me to. That was until I met Jamal. He's a
good looking single black guy, around a year younger then me and lived
less then an hour away. Jamal was both taller and slightly bigger then
my husband. He began talking to me through instant messenger and
explained that like my fantasy for black guys, he has one for white
girls. Even more so married white women. Also like me has he never acted
on it. We talked fairly often, most every day I got on he was there.
Soon he was emailing me and I him. I tried to hid it but I know our
physical attraction was towards each other was blatantly obvious. He
sent me a ton of photos, all of which I looked at often while talking to
him. Honestly even masturbated once or twice to them. Was surprised
though since he was one of the few guys who never boasted about his
penis size leading me to consider what I already believed, that most
black guys don't have big dicks except in porn. I got so comfortable
with him that he finally convinced me to talk on the phone. From there
he got me to agree to meet him in person. Not sure how he did it or why
I gave in. We mad a date to meet about halfway from both of our places.
Jamal swore it was just as friends, nothing more. I picked a day that I
knew my husband wouldn't be at home.

We picked a bar to meet at for a couple of drinks to talk. Pulling into
the lot I sat in my car still nervous as hell. Summoning up my courage I
walked towards the building. Stepping inside I saw Jamal sitting by the
front. Noticing me too, waved to me as he stood up. Walking over he
embraced me in a hug. I still felt a bit awkward as I sat down. That
didn't last long as we began to talk I felt more comfortable around him.
We sat there for some time having a few drinks and chatting in person.
He admitted that he also felt nervous about this. Yet was dying to meet
me in person if only just this one time. At one point during the
conversation he reached over, placing his hand on my knee. The sight of
his black hand resting on my pale white legs sent a chill of excitement
up my spine. I also caught him more then once looking at my chest. Jamal
then began talking about his apartment and the view from his living's
room glass sliding doors and balcony. Telling me he would was sure I
would love it and wanted to show me where he lived. I wasn't sure at
first. He finally convinced me and I would like to see where he lived
and if the view from his place was as good as he said.

Getting into the car I drove off following Jamal who stayed close ahead
of me. A little more then 30 minutes later we pulled into a large
parking lot adjacent to a big apartment building. Had to be close to
fifteen stories high. The neighborhood wasn't the best, not the worst
though and likely safe enough for me to walk around without much worry.
Getting out of the car I waited until Jamal walked up to me. Placing his
hand on my back he lead me into the buildings lobby. As we went towards
the elevator the doors opened and out stepped two black guys, around our
age. They both looked over at us with big smiles and called out to
Jamal. I assumed they were friends of sorts. Saying hello the one of the
left asked him who I was. Jamal explained I was a friend of his and was
stopping by for a short visit. I introduced myself shaking their hands.
They both had a funny look on their faces and Jamal asked if he could
excuse himself for a moment as he walked away with the two guys to the
other side of the lobby. I could not hear what they were saying but did
notice that they looked over in my direction several times. After a
couple of minutes Jamal walked back towards me and the other two guys
yelled that it was nice meeting me. Stepping into the elevator we went
up all the way to the twelfth floor. Jamal's place was all the way at
the end of the hallway.

Opening the door I walked in first as he came in behind locking it
behind us. I took a moment to look around and it wasn't a bad place. A
decent sized single bedroom apartment. Jamal offered me a drink which I
agreed to. Sitting down on the couch waiting I felt as nervous as ever
doing my best to relax and get comfortable. When he came back he sat
down next to me as we picked up our conversation from earlier. After
some time he got me another drink then offered for me to see the view
from his balcony. Wanting to and it being the main reason for me coming
I got up and walked over towards the glass doors with him. Jamal opened
up the door and ushered me out. It was a small balcony with partitions
on either end for privacy. I had to admit that it was very nice from up
here. Could see for miles even though it was already dark out. All of
the lights from buildings and cars were almost mesmerizing.

"Nice view isn't it?" he asked from behind me. I agreed that it was. "I
think I have the best view in the house" he replied. I wasn't sure what
he meant until I turned my head around to see him looking me up and
down. This actually made me blush. Jamal moved up closer until his
entire body was pressed against my back. Wrapping his hands around my
waist he pulled me right up to him. Both seeing his black hands around
my waist and feeling his larger body against my back sent a shiver
through my body. Jamal then moved one hand to pull the hair back before
placing it on my waist again. Leaning down he started softly kissing the
side of my neck. I could actually feel my knees going weak as he trailed
his lips on me. While doing this he moved his right hand in front
running it around my stomach area.

"You look so sexy baby" he whispered into my ear. "I have been wanting
to touch you since we first met. Glad you were able to make some time
for me while your husband's away. And since he's not going to be home
for a couple days he won't mind if you're not home tonight." At that
point I knew exactly what he meant and where this we going to end up if
he had his way. Not that I can deny that I also felt the same. The
biggest part of me wanted it, desired it. A little part was still
nervous as hell and wasn't sure if I could actually go through with
having an affair. I told Jamal I hadn't planned on staying the night
with him. That I wasn't sure if I could go through with this.

"Why not Marisa? I'll more then make it worth your while" he insisted.
"I don't care if you're married. Actually it's more of a turn on." I
still wasn't too comfortable with it and told him so. That I had wanted
to but was nervous and unsure about going through with it.

"Fine, I will take it slow on step at a time and you can tell me where
you want me to stop" he told me. This made me feel more comfortable
thinking that I could go as far as I wanted but not all the way. I
agreed that would be fine. Jamal was pleased taking my hand leading me
back inside, through his apartment, and into his bedroom. Closing the
door behind us he told me to relax and have take a seat on the bed. He
also asked me to take my boots off so they don't get any dirt on the
sheets hanging off the side. Doing as he said he then sat down next to
me after kicking off his own shoes. Placing a hand on the back of my
head he turned me to face him. Leaning over he kissed me directly on the
lips. Again telling me that he will only go as far as I want he kissed
me again, this time deeply and long. We stayed like this for I don't
know how long as he moved his other hand around my stomach like before.
After some time that hand moved slowly sliding up higher and higher
until it rested right below my right breast. Making no move to stop him
Jamal then cupped it into his hand, kneading it softly over my shirt and
bra. I could feel a knot form in my stomach. Due to a mix of excitement
and nerves as he played with it. It didn't take to long for my nipples
to get hard from the attention, pressing against the material of my
clothes. Jamal realized that as well, running his fingers around my
right nipple and lightly pinching it through my clothing. This caused me
to moan.

"Is this okay Marisa?" he asked breaking the kiss. I told him it was.
"how about we make it a little easier then?" he asked. I didn't know
what he meant but agreed anyway. With a smile on his face he told me to
lift my arms up as he grabbed the bottom of my shirt. Quickly pulling it
upwards over my stomach, breasts, head, and arms then tossing it onto
the floor. Leaving my there in only my bra and skirt. He leaned back in
kissing me as before as his hand roamed over my bra playing with my
breast again. Not a minute he pulled his lips away trailing them softly
down my neck and started kissing all the exposed parts of my chest not
covered by my bra. Looking down I couldn't believe what I was seeing or
how much it turned me on to watch this black man touch me in such a way.
While he was doing this he moved his hand from my head to the middle of
my back. Not a moment later I felt him playing with the back of my bra
quickly unhooking it.

"Is this okay?" he asked. For some reason I couldn't even speak, just
nodded yes. Reaching up he slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders,
down my arms, and took it from my body. Looking back at me with a big
grin on his face he started guiding me back onto the bed until I was
laying on my back in the middle; my head resting on the pillows. Jamal
took his own shirt off before bending down kissing me deeply on the
lips. At the same time he began to play with my bare breasts with his
hand. Breaking away once more he starting kissing down my neck again
towards my chest.

"Such nice big lily white tits with pretty pale pink nipples" he said
with a moan. Moving his entire body lower his head hovered just above my
chest. Cupping one of my bare breasts in his hand, Jamal leaned down
clamping his lips around the nipple. I just laid there with my head
propped up on his pillows staring down at him. It felt good and looked
hotter then I could even have imagined. By this point I was beyond
turned on. My body was reacting all over the place not just from what he
was doing but the sight of it being done by a black guy was the biggest
factor. He spent some time playing with, licking, and sucking on my
breasts. Not that I'm complaining in the least bit. Eventually pulling
his head away from them he looked up at me. At the same time he moved
his hand down to my lower thigh below my skirt.

"Is this okay?" he asked. I told him it was. "And this?" he asked again
sliding it up my thigh under the hem of my skirt. I just told him yes.
"And this? ... and this?" he kept asking as he slowly moved his hand
higher and higher up my inner thigh. Found myself parting my legs
slightly as he got higher until his hand was resting right below my
crotch. "How 'bout this?' he asked once more sliding a finger over my
pussy above my panties, running it up and down. I was again left
speechless as I felt his finger, just nod my head in agreement. Again
sucking on my nipples he continued to rub my pussy over my panties
turning me on even more.

"So much heat coming from between your legs Marisa. Feels like your very
turned on right now. Would you let me help you with that and take it to
the next level?" he asked. I inquired what that would be. Jamal
explained that he would finger me until I came and we could stop there
since that's all he wanted to do. I knew he wasn't be totally honest. I
didn't care though since I wanted him to finger me; would worry about
the rest later. I told him that would be fine. Getting up on his knees
Jamal grabbed my skirt. Telling me to lift my hips he pulled it down and
off my body. Moving his hands back up he wrapped his fingers under the
waistband of my panties. Lifting my hips again he pulled those down my
legs as well tossing them off the bed with the rest of my clothing. If
it weren't for my socks I would be totally naked laying in a strange bed
with a black man who I just met today.

"A nice shaved pale white pussy" he said with a grin. Moving back down
he again used his mouth on my nipples as his fingers began to explore my
bare pussy. Slipping a finger down between my lips he slowly rubbed my
clit before pushing his finger into my hole. He kept up in that way,
alternating between them as he continued playing with my nipples. I just
laid there in pleasure. Jamal knew how to use his fingers and could in
less then 4 minutes feel myself getting close to an orgasm. Several
times I caught myself thrusting my hips back against his hand. Not long
afterwards I could feel my legs shake, my chest and face flush as I came
hard, yelling out loud. He didn't stop playing with me which lead to
another one right after the first making me scream even louder. Pushing
his hand away feeling like I couldn't take another I was completely
exhausted. As I laid there catching my breath I felt Jamal move off the
bed. Almost immediately afterwards I heard a lot of movement coming down
at the end by my feet. Propping myself up on my elbows I saw Jamal
standing there in nothing but his underwear, at some point having
removed his pants. My eyes trailed right down to the very noticeable
bulge between his legs. Jamal laughed as he noticed me staring.

"I want to show you what you do to me Marisa" he said smiling. With that
he pulled down his underwear. I know he had to have heard me gasp as his
dick sprung out hard as a rock. The thing was fucking huge! My husband
isn't even 5 3/4 inches, this thing had to be at least 8 inches long, if
not a little over. What made it more impressive was it's thickness, much
thicker then John's. Maybe around 5 1/2 inches around, give or take a
little. Topped off by a large head and pretty sizeable testicles hanging
down behind. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't know what to
say at first. Finally mentioning that I thought only in porn did black
guys have dicks that big and didn't think that he would since he never
boasted about it. Jamal's response to that was he didn't need to brag
about his big dick. That it spoke for itself and he was right about that.

"Are you ready to take it to the next level Marisa?" he asked. I
couldn't even find the words to answer. Jamal didn't bother waiting for
one anyone as he got up onto the bed below my feet. Grabbing my calves
with both hands he pushed my legs open and began to climb up in between
them. As he moved higher his body forced my legs open and pushed them
upward at the same time, spreading them wider until he was right on top
of me. Leaning down for a kiss I could feel his dick resting on my
belly, feeling very heavy against me.

"Are you ready for your first black dick?" he whispered to me. Once more
I got nervous about taking this final step and my stomach became all
knotted. I wanted to so badly yet couldn't get myself to actually say
so. "I can't wait to put it deep into your little married white pussy.
Stretching that little pink hole open. You want it don't you Marisa? You
want it as bad as I do."

At the moment part of me was screaming no, to stop now and to leave. I
knew what I wanted to do which was opposite from what I should do. I
explained to Jamal how nervous I was. That I was scared about going this
final step. He explain that he would go slow and if I wanted to stop at
any time to let him know. Without waiting another moment he reached
between our bodies as he moved his hips upward. Looking between our
bodies I saw his hand wrapped around his big black cock moving it down
towards my pussy. The soft head gliding across my lips spreading them
open. He rubbed it around my clit a few times before guiding it lower,
aiming it right at my hole. At that moment I snapped into reality
realizing he wasn't wearing a condom. I inquired if he planned on
putting one on.

"Hell no! Not unless you really want me to. I know I'm clean and you
have never been with another guy. You also mentioned before about being
on birth control so I'm not going to knock you up. Besides you're my
first white girl and I'm your first black. I want to feel it all and you
should too" he said. I still wasn't sure but he guaranteed everything
would be fine and to trust him. Not that I don't already know sex feels
better without using them, even for me. I am on birth control as well so
there is no worry there. In the end I relented to Jamal. Though this
honestly didn't help my nerves as I felt like I should just stop now. I
knew it was now or never and Jamal must have realized that too since he
didn't waist another second.


Jamal began to place pressure downward against my hole. It's no surprise
considering how big he is that is wasn't easy going at first. Pressing a
little harder I started to feel the very tip of his head enter me. Once
he got that far it went a little easier. The head gradually went in as
my pussy spread open around it. When he got the head all the way in he
stopped, letting out a sigh. I did as well not only because of what he
had just done but knowing I had gotten over that first hump. I was past
the point of no return and could feel myself calming down as all doubt
disappeared.

"Damn you have one fucking tight pussy!" Jamal grunted. I told him it
didn't help any that his dick was so big. That made he laugh. Jamal
began to push down again moving slowly into me. I must admit that it
felt uncomfortable. I had never been so stretched before. Jamal did his
best to take it slow so I could get used to it. Sadly the deeper he went
the more uncomfortable it was. Causing me to tense up and bite my lower
lip. He wasn't even half was in either.

"Just relax Marisa" Jamal said in a soothing voice. "I'll take it nice
and slow, a little at a time. If you relax it will be easier on you
baby. Once you get used to it I promise you'll be fine."

I knew he was right about that point. I just have never felt like this
during sex since my first time. Not that it was as bad as that but the
closest comparison I could think of. He kept pushing deeper into me as
more and more of his massive black cock disappeared in my body. By now
he was deeper then my husband has ever been and going further in every
second. It took some time and effort but finally I felt his large
testicles pressing against my rear as Jamal buried his entire dick
inside me. I believe Jamal was as shocked at that as I was. He told me
he didn't think he would be able to get it all in. Me neither I said yet
also mentioned it he were any bigger it wouldn't have happened. That I
was going to stop him because I could feel the tip of his dick touching
my cervix.

Jamal just held himself in me not moving allowing me to get used to his
size as he kissed me deeply. He kissed me for a good minute or so. By
the time he ended the discomfort was all gone. Replaced by the amazement
that my biggest fantasy was now sitting in my body. Never in a million
years did I think I would ever go through with this. Opening my eyes I
peered up at Jamal, his black body hovering above my pale one, looked
beyond hot to me. He was smiling back as I felt him slowly pull slightly
out then push it back in. This caused me to gasp. Jamal then did it
again, this time taking a little more out. In this manner he eventually
pulled it almost all the way out before sliding it back in me. A wave of
pleasure radiated though out my entire body when he did. After that he
started a steady motion, thrusting it in and out of me. Slowly at first
gradually picking up speed and force as he went.

I can't even begin to explain how nice it was. I hated to admit it but
sex never felt this good before and we were just getting started. In all
my fantasies of being in this position never in my wildest dreams did I
think it would feel this good. The bedroom was soon echoing with my
heavy breathing and moans. Jamal did a good job alternating between fast
and slow, hard and soft. At times this made me not so much moan as to
nearly scream in pleasure. Grabbing his arms with my fingers tightly I
held on for the ride. My eyes were rolling back into my head as he used
that big black pole like a pro. I felt bad for his neighbors. A mix of
my sounds of ecstasy and the bed which was thumping hard against the
wall at times or rocking up and down with each thrust. I have no doubt
we could be heard through the walls, ceiling, and floor. I don't believe
Jamal cared at all, he never let up his assault on my body. Not that I
am complaining a bit. I was in heaven as he continuing thrusting in and
out of me. At times I myself was pushing back against him which made
Jamal smile.

He fucked me like this for quite a while. Usually by now my husband
would have cum, yet Jamal showed no signs of any approaching orgasm. I
gladly took it never wanting it to end. All of a sudden Jamal stopped as
he lowered his torso down until his chest was pressed up against mine.
He then moved his hands under my shoulders, grasping his fingers up on
them as if to brace me. Kissing me once more quickly on the lips he
placed his head right above mine, staring directly into my eyes. Our
faces were mere inches apart at this point. Once we were positioned
fully he began to fuck me again, hard and fast. I was as before moaning
loudly in pleasure. Wrapping my legs around his back as he fucked my
brains out. My hands dug hard into his shoulders and back as he pushed
hard. My toes curled up in pleasure.

Jamal- "Oh fuck Marisa ... feels so good!"

Me - *moaning*

Jamal - "You like my big black dick don't you girl?"

Me - "yes! ... *moan* ... oh fuck me baby ... fuck me hard!"

Fuck me hard he did. I couldn't believe the extreme pleasure I was in. I
have no doubt that Jamal could tell with the way I was reacting. If the
building were smaller I wouldn't doubt if everyone would know with the
nose I was making. I wished it to never end but sadly it had to
eventually and that time was coming on fast. Jamal didn't even have to
say anything for me to know. His body motions changed until he was
fucking me with very quick shallow thrusts.

"Shit! ... almost there baby ... gonna cum deep inside your little
married white pussy ... fuck Marisa! ... here it comes ... ahhh!" he
grunting loudly. He thrust it all the way into me one last time, holding
it there, his entire body went stiff above me. An instant later I could
feel his hot seaman streaming into my body, repeatedly shooting up
against my cervix. I laid there watching him, looking up at this hot
black man as he deposited his hot seed deep into my body. He shot a good
amount in me before he finally finished. Could feel his testicles relax
after the last drop was released inside of me. Jamal let out a sigh, his
eyes still closed as a slight smile went across his face. Feeling he was
finished he slowly pulled out of me, collapsing on the bed. I felt so
empty at that moment. I could relax for long. I could feel a small bit
of his cum leaking out of me already. Jumping up I went to the bathroom
to clean up. I couldn't believe how much came out of me, don't did my
husband ever did this much.

Walking back into the bedroom I mentioned that it was late so I had
better go. Jamal looked upset asking me to stay that night. That my
husband wasn't going to be home for another two days and it was too late
for me to leave. I figured why not. I spent the night with him in his
bed. The next morning I found out the alternative reason why he wanted
me to stay. Waking up I found myself alone in the bed and the sound of
the shower going. I looked around in this strange room recapping what I
had done last night. I couldn't believe I had gone through with it and
to my biggest surprise I really didn't regret what I had done. The
shower soon turned off and Jamal opened the door into the bedroom
wearing only a towel. He bid me a good morning with a big smile on his
face. He got this ornery look on his face as he undid this towel around
his waist, letting it drop to the floor. His black dick hung soft
between his legs but still big as hell.

"I just finished cleaning up, now how about you help me get dirty again"
he said as he walked over to the bed. Grabbing the sheet he ripped it
away from my body. I didn't get to even say a word before he jumped on
top of me he kissing deeply as he pawed at my breasts.

"I love your big pale white tits" he stated just before clamping his
lips around my nipples. I couldn't believe how quickly I became turned
on. Reaching down I grabbed his dick, stroking it as it grew in my hand.
My hand isn't that tiny yet the tip of my thumb could barely touch the
tip of my middle finger when wrapped around it. Eventually pushing him
away from my breasts I told him to get up on his knees. Moving myself
around so I was laying on my side in front of him I got down by his
crotch. Grabbing his dick once more I moved my head in closer, running
my tongue slowly up the shaft then around the head before sliding it
into my mouth. I began sucking his dick which was stretching my lip
wide. Jamal moaned as he grabbed the back of my head. I loved it when a
guy does that since I love being a submissive. Then again I enjoy giving
oral as well. I tried my best to give him as much pleasure as possible
and was getting so wet while doing it. Jamal didn't keep me like this
for long. Pulling my head off his dick he told me to turn around since
it was my turn to get on my knees.

Moving to face away from him I got up on my hands and knees, spreading
my legs as far apart as I could. Jamal quickly moved up on his knees
between them. I felt him rubbing the head of his dick around my hole to
get it wet before pushing it into me. Like last night I was tight around
him and took some effort to work his massive black dick into me. Once
there he grabbed my waist and began to fuck me good and hard from
behind. In no time at all I would moaning and screaming my head off. Was
worried I would lose my voice. He was also working it in such a way that
he was rubbing my G spot with the head of his cock. The bed was rocking
back and forth as he thrust fast into me. My breasts were also rocking
endlessly from his assault on my body. Several times he reached around
grabbing them and playing with my nipples as he fucked me from behind.

"You remember those two guys from yesterday? They both wanted to fuck
you as bad as I did. Told me I was one lucky SOB" he said. The idea of
other black guys wanting to have sex with me turned me on even more. A
couple minutes into it I came hard around his cock collapsing onto the
bed. My ass was still sticking up in the air and Jamal dick was still
buried in me. He continued to fuck me the entire time not letting up for
a moment. I enjoyed every second of it as extreme pleasure coursed my
entire body. Sadly it all finally came to an end. Letting out a deep
moan he shoved it all into me. Holding my ass hard against his pelvis as
he shot his cum deep into me a second time. Could feel the warmth as he
coated the inside of my pussy and cervix.

He held himself there until he started to go limp. Pulling out of me he
sat down on the bed as I rushed to go clean myself up. When I came back
into the room Jamal thanked me for a great morning. He also admitted
that he wanted me to stay last night in the hope that he could fuck me
again before I left. I told him I didn't mind at all because I enjoyed
it as much as he had. Getting dressed I headed towards the door only
stopping to give him a kiss goodbye. Jamal asked me if I could come over
next weekend. I knew my husband would be gone again so I agreed, Adding
that a week seemed to far away for such pleasure. Jamal then offered for
me to stay the entire weekend, from Friday night to Sunday night. That
he wouldn't more then make it worth my while. I had no doubt of that and
wanting it as bad as he did I agreed to spending two full days with him.
More so since my husband was going to be gone the whole time anyway.

Jamal kissed me again before leaving telling me he couldn't wait to see
me again. I couldn't either. This happened to be the first visit of what
would end up be many to come. Jamal and I had a long going affair
becoming good friends that had sex, a lot of sex. He was more then happy
to do it because he wasn't wanting a relationship. So, he was very glad
I was married and only looking for sex, which he was willing to give me
plenty of. I was happy that I was getting some real physical attention
and living out my ultimate fantasy over and over again. There was no
chance my husband would find out so I didn't need to worry about ruining
my marriage.


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Neighborly

By Chase


It was another lonely night in our townhouse condo. My husband as usual
was gone for a few days because of work leaving me alone to do nothing
but watch TV. My boredom was unbearable. This was soon to change. Before
I go into the story let me explain a little about myself. My name is
Marisa. I am 26 and have been married now to my husband John for four
years. When we first met we hit it off well and ended up being the guy I
lost my virginity to. He works nights and I work part time days so I
only see him a couple times a week other then short periods in the
morning as he gets in and heads to bed as I go for my morning jog. I
hate it but the pay is good so we bear it for now until he can get a
better situation. I'm not tall at 5"6'. I'm a natural redhead with very
pale skin, freckles, and blue eyes. The only people paler then me are
dead. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a size
eight and ten. I am also a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often
the first thing guys see. Then again they are hard to miss. I also have
a huge sex drive and could go everyday, multiple times, if I was able.
Another factor that makes our work schedule hard to deal with.

Hearing what sounded like someone yelling I stood up, peering out my
side living room window. Being an end unit we have a small yard section
separating us from the other building across from us. Looking across the
gap I could see into the windows of the house where the noise was coming
from. That's when I saw Terrell and Tiara fighting in their living room.
It was easy to see since they don't have any coverings on their side
windows and they were surely loud enough to hear. They were getting very
heated but I could not understand anything that was being said. This is
not the first fight they have had but by the looks of it the biggest.
Tiara soon stormed out of their front door ending the argument.

Terrell and Tiara moved in around 5 months ago. They are a black couple
originally from a bad neighborhood in the city. Terrell apparently had
made a good amount of money from a rap album he put out and was able to
buy this townhouse in the suburbs away from his old neighborhood. He
took his girlfriend with him. After they moved in I went over to visit
our new neighbors and made fast friends with Tiara. We spent a fair
amount of time together and she often invited me over to relax in their
hot tub on their back deck. She often complained about Terrell being at
times too controlling and hard to deal with. This was easy to tell by
how often they fought. I asked her one day why she stayed if she wasn't
too happy. She told me that he took good care of her. Then leaning in
she whispered that it also helped that Terrell was well hung and was a
pro at using it. Right away making a motion with her hand to show me the
length and girth. If she was being honest he was really big and would
certainly give justice to the black male myth. Tiara's fingers were at
least eight inches apart, likely a little more, and the circle she made
was around five plus inches. Both of which were a good size bigger then
my husband's. I actually felt myself blush when she did that which made
Tiara laugh.

Terrell was different altogether. More rough around the edges then Tiara
but generally friendly to me during the few times we talked. He is a
darker skinned black male and stands over six feet in height. He speaks
with a heavy inner city accent and at times using slang I can't fully
understand. I can't complain since he has been nice. Have even spent a
few evenings with him and Tiara including some with my husband along and
Terrell has always been decent to us. John seems to get along with him
well enough. He wasn't that bad looking either and was larger then my
husband as well. Though no surprise to me I have caught him staring at
my chest every time I see him. More so when he stops by when Tiara and I
are in the hot tub out back and I'm in my bathing suit. Tiara is an A
cup so when we're side by side it's hard to miss my large chest.

The one advantage to the neighbors not having window coverings are the
times I happen to catch them having sex in one room of another. I am not
really the voyeur type. Yet being home alone and very much sexually
deprived I slowly turned into one. It started only a couple months back
when I by chance looked out my window and saw them at it in their living
room. The first couple of times I just walked away but soon I found
myself watching when I did catch them. Tiara told me that Terrell loves
sex and wants it everyday and she wasn't lying. I never could see much
but it was more then enough to get me turned on big time. It wasn't long
until I was masturbating after watching them. This eventually even lead
me to having dreams with Terrell in it. So many in fact that I actually
lost count. I knew I was sexually frustrated since I was having dreams
of having sex with other men which I never considered in my life. Not to
mention that Terrell is a black man and I never thought of them in a
sexual way before. I know I can't help what I dream about but I also
knew watching him and the way he had sex with Tiara was turning me on,
big time. Just looked very hot and as sexually denied as I am it was
driving me nuts. I just figured the dreams were a result of my own
sexual frustration.

Once Tiara left the house it was quiet for the rest of the night.
Actually it was very quiet for the next couple of days. Wondering what
had happened I decided to go over one afternoon when I wasn't working
and John was asleep. Ringing the door bell I heard someone walking up to
the front. The door opened and Terrell was standing on the other end.
With a big smile he said hello and asked what he could do for me. I
asked him if Tiara was home. His facial expression changed as he
explained to me that she had moved out after the last fight they had and
she's not talking to him. I professed my sorrow not only because I was
sad to see her go but he also seemed a bit down about it. Trying to be
nice I offered him if there was anything he needed let us know. He
thanked me. As I began to walk away he mentioned that I could still come
over if I want to use the hot tub in the back when I wanted to and even
offered for me to come over today to keep him company since he didn't
have anything planned. I kind of felt bad for both him and Tiara so I
agreed to come over after getting changed to keep him company for a
little while. Heading back over to our place I quietly changed into my
bathing suit so I wouldn't wake my husband. I slipped on my green
tankini top and matching bottoms. The top went all the way down to my
waist and was the least revealing suit I could find but even with that
it was hard to cover my ample cleavage. Wrapping a towel around myself I
walked back over to find Terrell already in the hot tub. The way he had
it set up it gave a good amount of privacy. Sitting on his rear deck he
erected a fence around the entire thing that was high enough I could
barely see down into it from my second story rear window. And even then
it was only one corner that was visible.

Taking off the towel I climbed into the bubbling hot water which relaxed
me instantly. After getting settled Terrell thanked me for coming over
and we began what ended up being a nice long conversation. Starting with
his now former relationship with Tiara which is what was bothering him
most. Then we meandered from one topic to another as I got to know and
even like him a little more. I couldn't help but notice though his eyes
kept trailing down to me chest and even at times didn't even look me in
the face when we were talking. I pretty much just shrugged it off as
being the norm for guys. After some time the sun began to set and I knew
my husband would be up from his sleep soon and figured I would head over
to start dinner. Terrell thanked me for listening and it helped him feel
better. As he stood up to help me out I caught a glimpse of his crotch
in his tight fitting bathing shorts. Then again it was hard to miss
since it appeared that he had a bit of a hard on and from what I could
see Tiara wasn't lying about his size. The first thing that popped into
my mind was "lucky girl."

Terrell invited me over again tomorrow just to hang out again in the
back which I readily agreed to. After John woke up he ate, took a
shower, and was out the door for the night leaving me alone, as usual.
As the next two weeks went by I ended up becoming a regular visitor next
door with Terrell as we talked and got to know each other better. I
honestly grew to like him and feel more comfortable even with his heavy
inner city accent which at first had made me a little uneasy. Not every
time was spent in the hot tub area but also had fun wasting time in his
living room playing against each other on his Wi gaming system which I
wasn't the best at playing at first. Spending time with Terrell was a
nice change from the boring old norm of every day alone at home. More so
since my hours at work were cut back leaving me working only three days
a week and of those only three hours a day. Even had me wishing I had
taken some time to get to know him sooner then I had. Was so comfortable
with him I had no problem even going into intimate details about my
relationship with my husband, including our sex life. What little we had
of one that is.

It was now Wednesday night, nearly two weeks from when Tiara left. I had
already spent several hours playing games with Terrell who completely
beat my butt. My husband didn't have to work tonight so I thought I
might be able to get him to have sex since it had now been over a week
since we last had. Even made sure to shave my legs and crotch again even
though I had done it just two days ago but wanted them both to be
smooth. After dinner I decided to make my move yet no matter what I did
John kept knocking me down. I finally came out bluntly asking him if he
wanted to have sex which he told me he wasn't in the mood tonight,
having an upset stomach. He even decided to go to bed early leaving me
downstairs in the living room. I was pissed to say the least and horny
as hell. I tried to relax and watch TV but my libretto was through the
roof and after an hour I figured I mines as well masturbate to relieve
my sexual tension. Something I more often then not have to do. Turning
off the TV I laid back on the couch and softly ran my hands around my
body, centering at first around my chest. Sliding a hand down my pajama
pants I began to slowly rub my clit thinking of John. As I got more into
it somehow the picture of Terrell came into my head. Imagining him
standing above me, his hand down my pants, fingering me with his long
black fingers. This was soon replaced with the picture of us both naked
below the waist, his large black body over mine as he thrust his dick in
and out of me. In a very short time I had a massive orgasm as my entire
body shook on pleasure.

Right afterwards I came to the realization that I had just masturbated
to the thought of another man; something I had never done before. I
don't know what I thought of Terrell. Was it because of the danger or
the wrongness of being with another man? Or the taboo of being with a
black man? I couldn't deny that his dark skin color near my pale white
body was a bit hot to look at. I kind of felt a little guilty even
though what I had done felt so good and really turned me on more then I
ever thought it could. Was I actually becoming sexually attracted to
Terrell? I scary part was I knew the answer already, yes I was. The fact
that my husband was seldom in the mood surely helped too.

I spent most of the next day with John and that evening we finally got
to have sex together. During the following week I as usual hung around
with Terrell when ever he invited me over which was everyday now. He
also began to get a big more touchy with me. Often placing a hand on my
leg, hugging, even kissing me on the cheek. I also began to masturbate
more often then usual, once, sometimes twice a day. To make matters
worse each time I found myself somehow thinking of Terrell. Little did I
know everything was about to reach a head. Thursday afternoon I got home
from work as normal. After parking I got out of the car and immediately
heard my name being called. Looking over I saw Terrell walking towards me.

"Hey Marisa, ya got any plans for Saturday night?," he asked right away.
I told him no more so since John was actually having to work this
Saturday as an overtime day due to the companies extra work load lately.
"Great! Then you're free. Have a small party for a new album I helped
with and lookin' for a date. Tiara was supposed to come an' you're the
only otha' girl I'm friends with. So, I figured I holla at you to see if
you can come in her place?"

I was flattered that he thought of me and told him I wanted to make sure
it was okay with John before agreeing. Terrell said he was fine with
that and to let him know. Later that evening I brought it up to John and
surprisingly he was fine with me going and even told me to have a good
time. Said that since he wasn't going to be here anyway I should at
least enjoy myself. Picking up the phone I called Terrell to let him
know I would go and he sounded very glad to hear it.

After dinner Saturday I headed up stairs to get ready for the evening.
Taking a shower I took time to shave both my legs and crotch clean since
it had been a few days since I had. Looking through my clothes I tried
to find something nice to wear, settling on a black V neck dress that
goes down to just above my knees when standing. Along with that a pair
of black heeled boots, about mid calf high. Underneath I was wearing a
matching bra and panty set. Before leaving I said my goodbyes to my
husband and he wished me a good evening. Walking over to Terrell's he
opened to door and his eyes got real big. Looking me up and down several
times he told me I looked very sexy. I thanked him, blushing. He was
just wearing his normal clothing for the evening, loose fitting stuff.
Hopping in his car we drove off to the party. Terrell told me he didn't
want to spend too much time out. Was just going to say hello, take a few
photos, then get back home.

When we finally got there I found I was one of the only white people and
the only white female which turned plenty of heads. A pale white female
like me in a large room full of black men and women, I stood out like a
sore thumb. I did enjoy myself though and met a lot of new people.
Terrell kept me close by him most of the time and seemed to revel in
showing me to guys he knew. After a couple of hours he asked me if I was
ready to go? I told him I was fine with it as we pushed our way through
the crowd and back to the car. The drive home was far from silent and
Terrell kept telling me of all the guys who commented on me tonight.
Which was flattering to say the least since I'm not used to that at all.
During the drive he took one hand off the wheel placing it on my knee
rubbing it as he talked. There was something erotic seeing his dark hand
on my pale white leg.

When we got back home John was already gone to work. I was about to say
goodnight to Terrell when he asked me to come in to his house. Maybe to
play a game or two since it was still fairly early. I was a little tired
but figured why not? I had nothing else to do anyway. Closing the door
behind me he disappeared into the kitchen only to return with a bottle
of rum and two shot glasses. He told me we would make playing
interesting, the person who loses drinks. Laughing I agreed as I took my
boots off to get comfortable. As we began to play I began to lose, as I
often did. Not that I didn't win any, just won very few. I was now eight
shots into it and just lost another making me take a ninth. By now I was
more then feeling it and knew I had to stop or I would be passed out
drunk if I kept up this losing streak. Terrell teased me a little and
pushed me into one more game promising I wouldn't have to drink if I
lost. That was a good thing since I lost in record time. I told him I
guess I had better get home.

"Wait!" he said. "You still owe me one fa' losin' that last round." I
mentioned that we agreed I wouldn't have to drink again. "I know but how
'bout a little kiss instead? Just a quick one before you go." I told him
I wasn't sure since I'm married. "We're friends ain't we Marisa? It
ain't no big deal, I ain't looking to take you away from your man.
Besides your husband ain't home so he won't know anyway." With that I
actually agreed.

Terrell stepped over to me, leaned down, and kissed me directly on my
lips. Without warning he grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled my
tightly against his body with one arm and head the back of my head with
his other hand kissing me deeply. He tongue snaked it's way into my
mouth. His strong arm kept a tight hold of me to keep me from moving. I
was shocked but not so much by what he did but by the fact that I really
made no effort to break away. In response I was kissing him back. I knew
if it weren't for the alcohol I would have slapped him for this. The
drinking loosed me up enough to do something I had thought of for a
little while now but never figured I would do it. I also never
considered I would willingly give myself up so easy more so since I'm
married and love my husband dearly. There was something about Terrell
though that excited in me a sexual nature I never had. I was soon about
to find out how willing I really was in giving up far more to this large
black man then I ever considered doing.

Terrell released me from his tight grip and I didn't more an inch.
Sliding his arm from around my waist his hand was soon planted on my
butt, rubbing it over the dress. Breaking the kiss he leaned lower
kissing my neck. At the same time he removed his other hand from the
back of my head trailing the tips of his fingers down the side of my
neck slowly working their way down. It felt nice as I just stood there
breathing heavily. He didn't stop there. His fingers continued their
slow dissent to the very top of my chest, then down lightly across my
left breast until his hand came to rest right below it. He didn't waste
a moment before cupping his entire hand on my left breast, kneading it
over my dress.

"I have been wantin' to touch these big ass white titties of yours for a
long fuckin' time" he said pulling away from my neck. I told Terrell I
think we had better stop and I should go home. "Why Marisa, don't you
want me to do this?" he asked. I again said I shouldn't and that it
wasn't proper more so being married. "Shit, I don't fuckin' care that
you're married! I ain't lookin' for a relationship. I'm just lookin' for
some fun, you know what I mean girl? I don't want another girlfriend an'
don't want you leavin' your husband, just want to fuck you. I know you
are needin' it as bad as I'm wantin' it. An' John ain't gotta know
nothin' about what we do when he ain't here. You know you're wantin' if
girl, don't you?"

I had a million thoughts going through my head at the moment. The entire
time he didn't let up playing with me breast and I really made no move
to stop him. Without thinking I blurted out that yes, I wanted it. After
those words came out of my mouth I felt shocked that I would admit it
instead if insisting that I should leave. I can't really blame the
alcohol since I really wanted to be doing this; the alcohol just helped
me release my inhibitions that normally would stop me. I was very turned
on by this point both from what he was doing to me and the excitement of
being with the big black man. I know it didn't help that it has also
been a week now since I last had sex and was craving it badly.

With a big grin on his face Terrell kissed me on the lips deeply again
as he continued playing with my left breast. After a minute or so he
moved his hand from my chest down my stomach to the side of my upper
left thigh. With both the hand on my thigh and the one of my rear he
began to bunch up my until my panties were exposed both in front and
back. Holding the hem of my dress up with his hand in back he slid the
one on the outside of my thigh across the front then down in between
running his fingers on my crotch over my panties. I was so turned on by
now and Terrell could tell as well.

"Damn girl there's a lot of heat comin' off your pussy an' can already
feel a little wet spot on your panties. Lets get this fuckin' dress off
you Marisa." he said grinning. Pulling back from me he grabbed the
bottom of my dress and began pulling it upwards over my stomach, chest,
arms, and head as I lifted my arms up to help it get off easier. Once he
pulled it all the way off of me he tossed it onto the floor followed by
taking off his own shirt, kicking off his shoes, then letting his pants
drop to the floor. We were both now in nothing but our underwear and
that wasn't likely to last for long.

Terrell quickly spun me around so that I was now facing away from him.
Pushing me hair away he went back to kissing my neck along the left
side. Reaching around he placed one hand down by my crotch rubbing my
pussy over my panties and the other up by my chest rubbing my breasts
over my bra. My nipples were rock hard pressing against the material of
my bra. Shortly afterwards he moved back hands away grabbing the back of
my bra. I could feel him undoing one, two, three, then the final fourth
hook of my bra. Pushing the straps off my shoulders I let it slip down
my arms then down to the floor. Now I was down to only my panties and
short half socks. Reaching back around Terrell grabbed both of my
breasts and began to play with them. Rubbing my nipples between his
fingers, pinching them, causing me to moan softly in pleasure. Looking
down I watched as his black hangs roamed all over my bare breasts. The
sight alone was really turning me on more along with what he was doing
to me.

"Such nice big lilly white tits with pretty pale pink nipples. I only
wish Tiara had a pair like these. How often I just wanted to reach over
and grab these. Now, I want you to go lay down on the couch Marisa" he
whispered into my ear as he pointed to where he wanted me. He has a
large section sofa that has on one end a lounger type of area where you
can kick your feet up and relax. It also was fully open except on one
side giving ample room for what I knew we were going to be doing soon
enough. Letting go of me I walked over to his couch. I didn't even get
the chance to lay down before Terrell was right against me, guiding me
down onto my back. Kissing my neck again he trailed his lips down to my
chest. Cupping my breasts he sucked my nipples, one then the other, into
his mouth. It felt so good and looked so hot. His black skin against my
pale white. He stayed there for a couple of minutes before pulling
himself away. Moving along the side of the couch he worked his way
lower, kissing down my stomach until he reached the top of my panties.
Turning his head to stare up at me he moved his hands sliding his
fingers under the waistband of my panties on both sides.

"Lift your hips baby" he ordered. Doing as he said he began to pull down
on my panties. Sliding off my waist, down my thighs, calves, off my feet
then throwing them away to the floor. "Damn girl you got a pretty little
white pussy, shaved bare too" he exclaimed with a moan. Pushing my legs
apart and my knees up he climbed up on the couch with his face right
above my crotch. Moving his hand up he slowly run his finger up and down
my clit then slid it into me making me moan. He started fingering my
pussy as he leaned in, running his tongue around my clit now. He was a
pro at this and it felt so very good. I enjoyed every moment of it as he
worked both his fingers and tongue in amazing ways. I was surprised as I
began to feel myself building towards an orgasm not even three minutes
into it. Screaming out loud my legs began to shake just before I came,
hard. Holy crap was that a quick but big orgasm. Never remember having
one come on so fast in my life. Was a good mix of sexual denial and what
Terrell had been doing to me. I just laid there trying to catch my
breath as Terrell moved up and off the couch.

"No, it's my turn baby" he said with pleasure. Moving to prop myself up
on my knees I looked up at Terrell standing at the end of the couch in
his underwear. Could clearly see the material straining against his hard
on. Without saying a word he reached down, pushing his boxers down to
the floor. His dick sprung out, rock hard and pointing straight at me.
'Holy crap!' is all that came to mind when I saw the thing. It was
fucking huge. Tiara wasn't lying. He was at least eight inches long and
more then five inches in girth, and dark as the rest of him. Just an all
around massive black cock. I never in my wildest dreams could have
imagined such a thing. Terrell could tell by the look on my face how
shocked I was and all he could do was let out a laugh. He didn't say a
word as he climbed back onto the couch, spreading my legs wider before
moving again between them. I asked him if he was going to put on a condom?

"Fuck no!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck you bareback Marisa. I know
you're on the pill so I ain't gonna knock you up. An' you're gonna be my
first white girl an' I wanna feel all with nothin' between us. Besides I
ain't carrying nothin' an' had to use a rubber with Tiara every funkin'
time since she wasn't on anything an' we didn't want any kids. An' I
know you ain't been with no other guys but John. Don't worry baby,
you'll love every inch of my big black pole."

The entire time he was telling me this he moved higher up between my
thighs until he was directly above me. His very large and heavy black
cock resting up against the side of my inner thigh. I don't know why but
I actually agreed to it since I did trust him, knew I couldn't get
pregnant, and wanted to feel it myself. Leaning in he kissed me on the
lips once more before moving one of his hands down between our bodies
grabbing his cock. Positioning himself as he ran the tip of his dick up
and down my pussy getting it wet before aiming it directly at my hole.
Without hesitation he started placing pressure down against me. Terrell
was a lot bigger then my husband both in length and in width and I
usually tight around my husband as is. Needless to say that he was
having to make an extra effort with me. Pressing harder I could feel the
head of his dick slowly start to open me up as he made it past that big
hurdle of getting it in me.

"Fuck you got one fuckin' tight white pussy! Actually hurt a little to
push it in you. This shit is gonna feel so fuckin' good." Terrell didn't
stop for second as he kept trying to work his massive black dick into
me. First the head disappeared into my body following slowly, bit by
bit, of his long, thick, black shaft. I must admit it was kind of
uncomfortable. Not that it didn't feel good but it also gave me a slight
pain as well. I tried to relax but it's hard to do when you have a
massive object pushing into your body and stretching you in ways never
felt before. Terrell continued without stopping working more and more
into me, a little at a time. By now he was past the deepest my husband
gets and he still had around two inches more to go.

"Shit are all white girls this fuckin' tight? Feels like my dick's in a
vice. Not that I'm complainin' you know." He continued his slow progress
going deeper and deeper until I yelled out for him to stop because he
was now touching my cervix and there was no way he could go further.
Terrell let out a laugh. Asking him what was so funny he explained, "I
couldn't go any deeper if I wanted to. You already took the whole
fuckin' thing. Even Tiara couldn't do that, always had near an inch
stickin' outta her."

He was right as I felt his testicles pressing up against my rear and his
pelvis touching mine. It was the strangest feeling in my entire life.
Never had something so deep inside of me. Awkward, slightly
uncomfortable, and felt good all at the same time. Terrell held himself
still in me grinding slowly for near a minute as my body adjusted to his
size. Terrell then moved while holding himself inside of me so he was
sitting up on his knees. Grabbing my legs he propped them up on his
chest, my feet resting on either side of his head. Wrapping his hands
around my thighs he slowly began to pull in and out of me. The
uncomfortable feeling was already gone by now replaced by pure pleasure.
It was also extremely hot to look up at this large black man, my pale
white legs against his torso, as his massive black cock explored the
inside of my body. The sight and the pleasure was better then I could
have ever dreamed it would be.

Terrell was no thrusting in and out of me with long hard strokes. To
gain more force and leverage he leaned his torso down against my so my
legs were now at an angle, my feet directly above my chest. Terrell
started fucking me hard, fast, and deep. My moans and at times screams
of pleasure were echoing throughout his living room and likely his
entire house. I have always been a moaner but can't ever recall being
this loud before then again sex never felt this good before. No offense
to my husband but Terrell was not only very well hung, he also knew how
to use it. Never had I figured I would ever look up staring at another
men, much mess a black guy, while having sex or that I would have been
so willing to give it up to him. I was in a sea of extasy which each
thrust into my body and waves of pleasure coursed through me. In other
words, I was enjoying the hell out of it.

Terrell never stopped for a second, only altering his movements. He had
been at it by now for several minutes with no signs of letting up
anytime soon. By now my husband would have finished. Not that I am
complaining, oh was I not complaining at all! I honestly didn't want it
to end, felt too good. Terrell eventually changed position by releasing
my legs down to his sides and moving until he was directly hovering
above me. Once there he proceeded to fuck me once again, hard, and fast.
Wrapping my legs around his back as my toes curled tightly in pleasure.
My fingers gripping his back and shoulders as he kept up his assault on
my body. Nothing but an endless string of moans were uttered from my
mouth. Terrell did good job at being able to hold back for nearly ten
minutes now but it couldn't last forever. I could tell that time was
coming on quick. His thrusts became shallower and his moaning become louder.

"Fuck baby! Gonna cum!" he yelled out loud. "Can't hold back. Gonna cum
deep in your tight married white pussy! Fuuuccckkk!" With this he shoved
it all into me one last time until our bodies were pressed together,
holding it there. His entire body went stiff above me just before I felt
stream after stream of his hot seaman shooting into me, striking against
my cervix. I think this was the one time in my life I was extremely
thankful I was on birth control. Terrell continued to moan lightly as he
unloaded the rest of his cum into me, holding himself there until he
began to get soft. Slowly pulling out of me I felt awfully empty except
for the large deposit he had left in my body.

After cleaning myself up I began to get dressed again. On my way out the
door Terrell gave me a deep kiss then told me to stop by again tomorrow.
Without thinking twice I actually agreed as I kissed his cheek before
leaving. When I got home I got undressed, laid down in bed, and relaxed.
Recounting what I had just done I was surprised I really had no guilt
about having sex with our black neighbor. I wanted it badly, pure lust
and desire. I had no real feelings for Terrell other then being a
friend, neighbor, and now in a sexual manner. Terrell had explained to
me again before I left that he only wanted to have a friendly and a
sexual relationship and had no interest in dating or taking me away from
my husband. That he was tired of emotional relationships and just wanted
someone to have sex with and was very glad that I am married. Not only
because it was somewhat of a turn on having sex with a married white
woman but also that I wouldn't be looking for a real relationship
either. Told me it was mutually beneficial to both of us, getting what
we both crave; sex and lots of it. I couldn't have agreed more happily
going along with the whole situation, at least for the time being.

Waking up the next morning I had breakfast, took a quick jog, showered,
then got dressed for work. Kissing my husband goodbye just as he was
going to bed I drove off to my part time job for the next several hours.
My body may have been at work yet my mind was day dreaming about last
night and what I had done with Terrell. Just thinking about it turned me
on a little. I know it was wrong, that goes without saying. It felt so
good not only having sex with him and his massive black cock because God
knows that part really, really felt good! The other part was the
attention Terrell was giving me that my husband John was usually too
busy for. Granted that was only physical attention but it was still
lacking in my marriage and seemed to be the only thing that way.

When work finally ended I drove back home again. Getting out of the car
I starting walking towards my front door when I heard Terrell's voice.
Looking over I saw him in his doorway motioning for me to come to him.
Walking over I told him I didn't have much time to talk since I had to
get dinner started before John woke up. Terrell looked at me with an
evil grin.

"That's fine with me. I didn't wanna talk anyway and I'll make it quick"
he said. Before I even realized what he meant he was already pulling me
by the arm into his place feeling me up right away. I told him I didn't
have time for this. That John would be up soon and was expecting me and
was no way I was going to do anything sexual with him now. In less then
three minutes I was bent over the table next to his front door. My hands
gripping the edge holding tightly. My skirt was pulled up, panties
draped around one of my ankles, and Terrell's hands wrapped around my
waist as his big black cock was being thrust in and out of me. I am not
going to complain at all, it felt so fucking good and a great unexpected
surprise. For a quickie it went on for a while, at least eight or nine
minutes. Until finally Terrell let out a deep moan and shoving it all in
as he coated the deepest parts of my pussy with his cum for a second
time. Once he pulled out I quickly pulled my panties back up, adjusted
my skirt, and hair. Terrell gave me a short kiss before I darted back
over to my house. The moment I threw open the door John was walking down
the stairs into the living room having just woken up.

John gave me a kiss as he headed for the kitchen sitting down to read
something in the paper. I went into the kitchen to start making dinner.
As I stood there I could feel something wet on my panties. "Holy Crap!"
I thought to myself. I never got a chance to clean myself up after
having sex with Terrell and now his seaman was leaking out onto my
panties. Bad enough he cums a lot but now to have it soaking my
underwear and more so when my husband is not ten feet from me. Quickly
as I could I finished dinner and was going to excuse myself to change
when John insisted that I sit down and eat first. I made a few attempts
to leave but he was having none of it. As I sat there eating the only
thing I could think of was what was going on between my legs. Eating as
fast as I could I stood up to leave when John jumped up blocking me. I
asked him to let me go just as he kissed me deeply and started to feel
me up. Looking me in the face he asked if I were in the mood since it
had been too long since we had made love together. "Holy crap again!"
ran through my head. He wants to have sex. How the hell would I explain
how a black man's seaman made it into my panties and more so into me?

"I can't tonight John" I said pulling away. "I'm not feeling well. I
have to run up to the bathroom." John understood letting me go as I
dashed upstairs. Taking my clothes off I found the crotch of my panties
wet and already getting a white stain on them. Cleaning myself up I
balled the panties and tossed them into the hamper to be cleaned. Fuck
that was too close. Glad that John bought that excuse. I didn't see
Terrell for another two days until I went out for my morning jog. I
actually passed him on the street and we talked and walked back to our
houses. I explained what happened after the last time we had sex which
made Terrell laugh, a lot. I told him it wasn't funny yet he sure as
hell thought it was. As we passed by his place he asked me if John were
asleep yet?

"I think he is. Why?" I asked.

"Good, then he won't be missin' you" he replied as he wrapped his hand
around my arm leading into his place. Without even thinking I followed.
The second we closed the door behind us he kissed me deeply on the lips,
tongue and all. Breaking the kiss not long after it started he stared
right into my blue eyes. "I know it's only been a couple days but I've
been needin' you bad girl. Already so fuckin' hard" he said as he placed
one hand on the top of my head and another on my shoulder, pushing me
downwards to my knees. I was now facing right at his crotch with his
hard on pressing against his pants.

"I think you know what I want right now Marisa" he said looking down at
me. I had no doubt what he wanted at all. With a smile on my face I told
him I'd be happy to as I started undoing his pants. Pulling them down
along with his underwear his massive black cock jumped out, hard as a
rock and pointing at my face. Wrapping my hand around it I slowly
stroked it before moving my face closer. Running my light pink tongue up
and down the long black shaft a couple of time then around the big head
just before sliding it between my lips. Looking up at Terrell's face to
watch his expression I slowly guided it into my mouth. My lips were
stretched as wide as I could possibly get them around his cock taking it
as deep as I could into my mouth.

Now I know it might seem odd to a few people out there but I am one of
those woman who actually likes giving blowjobs. It turns me on. Hell, I
already was and I just started. I'm not sure why yet there was something
extra hot sliding Terrell's dick into my mouth. Just the sight of my
pale hand wrapped around his big black shaft as I glided it in and out
of my mouth, running my tongue around it, etc. Terrell grabbed the back
of my head as I did my best with my mouth to give him pleasure and using
my left hand to stroke his shaft at the same time.

"Yeah that's right white girl, suck that big black dick!" he said as he
tightly held the back of my head. I don't know why but just him saying
that got me so wet it isn't funny. I never thought being called 'white
girl' would turn me on.

"Fuckin' hot to see that wedding ring on your hand while your holdin' my
dick. Your husband not knowin' his lovely white wife is on her knees
suckin' a big black cock. You gonna kiss him with that mouth?" he said
with a laugh.

I was enjoying this and would have gladly finished him off with my
mouth. Terrell had other ideas in mind. Three or four minutes into is he
pulled my head away. Asking him if something was wrong he told me no.
That he considered letting me suck him off but was more in the mood to
have me ride him instead. Helping me to my feet he kicked off his shoes,
pants and underwear before taking my head. Leading me up the stairs into
his master bedroom. He has a big, spacious bed that didn't look like he
had made it in some time. Letting me go he walked over to it while
taking his shirt off. Sitting down on the edge he moved himself up until
he was laying right in the middle totally naked with his dick standing
straight up.

"Come on baby girl, it's waitin' for you" he told me. Reaching down I
removed my sneakers then placed my thumbs under the elastic waistband of
my gray spandex jogging pants sliding them down my legs and kicking them
off my feet. That was followed by my thong panties which hit the floor
along with the rest. Terrell was stroking his dick the entire time.
Walking over to the bed I climbed up. Moving around I positioned myself
straddling Terrell. His dick was sitting right in front of my crotch and
as I bent down to give him a quick kiss I could feel it poking into my
belly button. Joking I told him that was the wrong hole to stick it in
causing him to laugh.

"Now Marisa move up and slide that big black dick into your tight white
pussy. I want in there real bad baby" he ordered me. Leaning forward I
lifted myself up using my thighs and propped my upper body with my left
hand placed beside Terrell's right shoulder. With my right hand I reach
between our bodies grabbing his bare cock lining up the head's tip with
my very wet hole. I spent a few moments running it around both to get it
wet for entry and to tease Terrell a bit.

"Fuck girl what you wantin' for? Sit down on it already" he nearly
pleaded. With a smile on my face I used my upper body weight to put
pressure down onto him. This seemed to help it go in a little easier
then it had before as the head forced it's way into me, spreading me
open for him. Even with that help though it took some effort to work him
in. He's still big and I'm still tight. Then again my daily keigel
exercises help with that. Eventually it disappeared all the way in to
his pelvis literally impaling me on that massive black pole of his.
Sitting straight up I moved my hands to his lower stomach as I slowly
rocked my hips back and forth. Could feel him moving around deep inside
of me as I did that. Was so damn hot and so damn good. Terrell reached
up fondling my breasts over my shirt.

"What me to make that easier for you?" I asked. He told me he would.
Pushing his hands away I grabbed the hem of my tee-shirt pulling it up
and over my head, tossing it off the bed. That was followed by my sports
bra in the same manner. Terrell quickly reached up again, playing with
my bare breasts.

"Love your fuckin' tits Marisa. Now ride me baby!" he told me while
rubbing my nipples. This caused me to moan. Looking down at Terrell I
told I would give him the ride of his life but I wanted to cum too.
"Then lean back on your hands as far as you can like this baby and rock
on my dick. I'll rub your clit at the same time."

Doing as he said I placed my hands behind me and arched my body
backwards. I slowly began to rock my pelvis back and forth on him.
Terrell did as he promised as he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
It felt very, very good! The mixture of feelings, him rubbing outside
while his cock was rubbing around me inside. I was moaning in no time at
all. I continued like this for a short time before I could feel myself
building up to a big orgasm. Terrell told me this position looked hot
since he could clearly see that his whole dick was inside of me. He
asked me if I wanted to cum around his black dick? I told him yes.
Asking me if I were close I told him I was.

Terrell - "Then say it, tell me exactly what you wantin' to do. You
wantin' to cum around this big black dick ain't you? ... Tell me!"

Me - "Yes! Yes I do! I want to cum around your big black dick baby!"

Terrell - "Now that's a good fuckin' white girl. Cum around that dick my
fuckin' married white slut!"

I was almost there as it was but the last couple things he said for some
reason drove me over the edge. I screamed loudly as I had a big orgasm
while Terrell was in me. My whole lower body was shaking as it subsided.
Once my body calmed down I sat back straight up and looked down at that
large black man under me. Smiling I thanked him and said I was no going
to return the favor as I leaned down over his body and began to slide up
and down his dick. Terrell moaned as I teased him by just letting the
head move in and out of me a few times before sliding all the way back
down. I rode him hard and fast. By the look on his face he enjoyed every
second of it and spent a good amount of the time playing with my
breasts. Eventually Terrell explained that he was getting close. He
grabbed my waist and was now thrusting upwards every time I moved down.

"Fuck keep it up Marisa!" he moaned. "Almost there! Gonna shoot my hot
black seed deep up in your little white cunt! Oh fuck!" He let out a
deep moan as he pulled me hard all of the way down onto him. Holding my
waist tightly he held me where as he went stiff under me. Like he
promised I could feel his hot seaman exploding deep into me, coating my
cervix and pussy for a third time. I just sat there as he emptied his
testicles into my body staring down at him, seeing the pleasure in his
face as he finished cumming. Once his body relaxed under me I inquired
if he was finished. He told me he was and was getting soft. Pulling up
and off Terrell his now flaccid dick fell down on his leg. Even soft the
damn thing was still huge! I can't linger long as I could already feel a
small stream of his seaman running out of me. Going into his bathroom to
clean up when I came back out he was still laying there.

"Fuck that was so fuckin' good Marisa. We should exercise like that more
often" he said with a wink. Smiling back I agreed as I began to get
dressed again. Once I got all of my clothes back on I gave Terrell a
kiss on the cheek thanking him and headed back home. When I got in John
was already in bed so I took a shower, kicked my legs up and relaxed for
the rest of the day.

As time went on things went well. My husband relationship with my
husband was going well with no changes. My relationship with Terrell was
basically the same as well. The one main change that made me feel very
strange and off was the one between my husband and Terrell. They became
more friendly towards each other and even spent time over at his place a
few times. We have also hung out in the hot tub with Terrell. Terrell
said he didn't see any problem with it more so since John had no idea
what was going on between us. I personally felt a little funny at first
when ever I saw my husband and Terrell together. If for no other reason
then I had been having sex with Terrell around three or four times a
week, sometimes more, for the last seven weeks. By Terrell's count we've
had sex one way or another over twenty times already. How do you act
normal with your husband when he's standing next to the man you've been
having an affair with? We both did our best though to act normal.
Thankfully I had been able to get Terrell to put shades on his windows
so my husband won't catch us just by looking in from our place.

My husband came to me on Saturday morning asking me if I wanted to go
out and join Terrell at his place. He had invited us over to hang out
for a while and in exchange John had offered for him to come over for
dinner. I had no problem with it. Taking a shower I got dressed in
relaxing clothing. Nothing special, panties, bra, tee-shirt, shorts, and
sneakers. We then went over to Terrell's house. For the next few hours
we sat around talking while John and Terrell mostly played with his
gaming system. After some time John mentioned it was getting late so he
said it might be time to go so he could shower before eating and I could
get dinner started. As I stood up to leave with John we were interrupted
by Terrell.

"Hey, why doesn't Marisa stay a little longer?" he asked John. "I just
fell bad since she didn't get to play much so if it's okay with you John
she can stay and play a few rounds with me. Then we'll both come over
together and I'll help you guys with the cookin'."

John was more then fine with it as Terrell handed me a controller
starting a new game up. No sooner had John closed the front door behind
him then Terrell paused the game. Without saying a word he took a few
steps backwards towards his couch. Undoing his pants he let them drop to
his feet followed by his boxers. His big black cock may have been soft
but was still long and thick as hell as it hung down between his legs.
Terrell sat down on his couch, kicked the clothing off his feet.
Spreading his legs open he looked up at me with an almost evil expression.

"So, ready to play Marisa? Get over here now baby an' get down on your
knees and suck my dick" he said pointing at the floor directly between
his legs. I laid down his game controller and moved over towards him.
Dropping to my knees I moved up between his. Terrell took this time to
take his shirt off which was in the way. Leaning down I slowly ran my
tongue up his dick. In no time at all it was rock hard and massive as
ever. Reaching up I went to grab it with my right hand when he stopped me.

"No, baby girl" he said pushing it away. "Use the left one. I wanna see
that weddin' ring of yours while your pale white hand's wrapped around
my dick. Fuckin' hot knowin' you're married to a white guy who has no
fuckin' clue you're over here suckin' my big black dick an' likin' it
too. Seeing that finger with that ring on while you're strokin' me is
the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen."

"Gladly" I told him with a smile. Reaching up with my left hand this
time I wrapped it around his shaft as I leaned in, sliding the head into
my mouth. Terrell grabbed the back of my head as I began to give him a
blowjob. Only time he took his hand off was to moved it around my side
to rub one of my breasts. This was really turning me on and Terrell
could tell. He told me to undo my shorts and to start rubbing my own
pussy while I sucked his dick. I did as he said, very willingly. He
reminded me to use my right hand since he didn't want me to take my left
hand off his cock. Rubbing my clit I was soon moaning around his dick. I
couldn't believe how wet I was already.

"That's it baby, suck that black dick like a good little white girl!
Want you to cum with my dick between them pretty pink lips" he said
holding my head tightly. He didn't have to tell me since I was on the
verge of an orgasm. Rubbing myself faster I could feel it building just
before it hit me hard. I screamed out in pleasure and Terrell made sure
to hold my head in place. My sounds of ecstasy muffled around his black
cock in my mouth. Coming down I looked up at Terrell who had a massive
grin on his face. Now it was his turn as I ran my tongue and lips all
over his cock. Doing my best to give him pleasure. All my effort paid
off as he began to thrust up into me and began to moan more often and
louder.

"Shit baby almost there. Keep it up! Suck that black dick like a good
married white slut!" he said just before moaning loudly. Grabbing my
head tightly he shoved his dick into my mouth far until I was nearly
choking on it. That's when he came as I felt the hot streams hitting
against the back of my throat. I have never had seaman in my mouth
before and Terrell wasn't giving me any option. Having to swallow it all
down into my stomach as fast as it shot into my mouth. I hadn't expected
this at all and did my best to deal with it. He stayed in my mouth until
he was nearly finished. Pulling out he told me to keep my mouth open and
to stick out my tongue. I did as he asked. Terrell then placed the head
of his dick against the tip of my tongue. With a hand tightly around his
shaft he made several upward motions, getting the last few drops onto my
tongue.

"Now swallow it Marisa" he ordered. I'm not sure why but I did as he
asked. When finished I stood up and readjusted my hair in his mirror as
Terrell got dressed. Together we went over to my house as John had just
finished getting dressed. Cooking dinner and enjoying a meal together
you never would have guessed what me and Terrell had just done. Even
more so my husband never caught on at all which was the best of all. It
might seem strange but I loved John a lot. I really had no feelings for
Terrell other then friendship and sexual. I only lusted after him. And
as of now there seemed to be no end to our affair together. If only
because we both got out of it what we wanted or needed.


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Caught

By Chase

It was just another slow Friday evening. Sitting alone on my couch with
a drink flipping through the channels. All alone and bored out of my
mind. It wasn't always like this.

My name is Peter. I'm a 27 year old white male. I have brown hair, blue
eyes, and am 5'7" tall. I am currently separated from my wife of more
than three years who's name is Marisa. She is now 26 years old. Marisa
and I had started dating when she was 20. When we first met I couldn't
keep my eyes off of her. She has lovely blue eyes, 5'6" tall, dark red
hair, strong shapely legs, and an almost perfect hour glass figure. She
has a pretty face and like most red heads very pale skin tone. Of course
the thing, or things, that stood out the most were her breasts. They are
a natural 38D. She never liked showing them off though. Marisa always
considered her large chest to be a pain in the ass and wasn't one to
show much skin.

Not that I ever complained about them. They were also a problem when she
used to dance which is where she got her nice legs from. She had been on
a dance team most of her life until she broke her ankle so badly that
she was no longer able to continue. What shocked me the most about her
was that she was a virgin when we met. It would be more than a year
later when she finally gave that up to me. In a short couple of years of
dating we were married. Like most red heads she had a large sex drive,
even bigger than my own. She wanted sex so often I could never keep up.
She also shaved her pussy bald which I liked. Our relationship was
almost perfect. We seldom fought and got along extremely well. Things
were perfect for us as a couple. She got a job she enjoyed doing working
for a local attorney and I was working for a large marketing company.
Between the two of us we were able to buy a small house to call our all.
Everything was going great or so it seemed.

Around six months ago one of my wife's closest friends then a family
member both died suddenly in the same month leaving her almost in a
state of constant depression. Barely a week later I found out the
company I was working for was losing some of their biggest accounts.
They were going to downsize which included my job. Even though they gave
me a good package for laying me off it didn't make the blow any easier.
It was the worst possible time too. My wife being distant due to the
personal loss we weren't acting as the normal team we always had before.
I found myself drinking more then ever causing Marisa and I to do
something new for us, fighting. This we started doing a lot. It was as
if any little thing would set us off at each other.

During this period we stopped having sex altogether. At this point I did
the dumbest thing I ever could. One night while I was out drinking I ran
into an old girlfriend and ended up sleeping with her. When I came back
to my senses I couldn't believe what I had done. It took several days of
guilt before I built up enough nerve to tell my wife. Needless to say
she was pissed off. After several days of silence mixed with constant
fighting I sat down with Marisa to talk. We both knew if we kept up this
way we were going in divorce. I still loved her to death and Marisa said
the same to me but we could no longer keep going in this direction.
That's when we decided to spend some time apart. Only until she could
get over her depression, forgive me for what I had done, to stop my
heavy drinking, and I would look for another job. We would talk a couple
of times a week at first and try to work things out. To be nice I told
Marisa I would be the one leaving. In a few short days I found a single
bedroom apartment in a nearby town around thirty minutes away. Signing
on to be a month by month tenant since I wasn't sure how long I would be
there. Kissing my wife good bye I moved out of our house until we could
work everything out. That was around three months ago.

Marisa had been calling me about every three days. Thankfully I have cut
down on most of my drinking. She is doing better mentally and is
learning to forgive what I had done. I recently found a good job with
another marketing company as well. It's smaller and doesn't pay as much
as I made before but it's a job. Marisa told me that lately she had been
going out with her friends to help keep her mind off things. I was happy
for her but sadly had little to tell her about my situation; I hardly
ever went out other than for work. Little different from tonight as I
sat down in front of the TV.

The building I lived in for now wasn't anything special. It was a single
story apartment complex consisting mainly of single men. It sits
vertically from the main road. We have a large gravel parking lot right
in front of the building. My place was the second to last, one of the
furthest away from the street. The neighborhood was pretty quiet
consisting mostly of single family homes spaced far apart. The apartment
next to mine, the last one in the row, was being renting by a man named
Jerome. Jerome was a very large black man with dark skin. He was much
stronger than me with a larger chest and arms. I have been told he has a
bit of a temper at times. By his own admittance he had served time in
jail for beating up a guy pretty badly over a girl. So needless to say I
never want to get on his bad side. He's also much taller than I am
standing around 6'4". He is considered by many to be a good looking
black guy.

Jerome loved to go to the local bars and clubs on weekends to pick up
women. It wasn't uncommon to hear him having sex with some girl since
his bedroom bordered right up against mine. Though as of right now it
has been a while since I have heard him getting any. He says he loves
all women but has a real thing for white girls. He said women love him
mainly because he has a large dick. When he first told me I couldn't
help but laugh which seemed to make him a bit annoyed. He swore to me
that he was nine inches long. I'm not nearly that big being just under
six inches and didn't think it was possible. When I said I didn't
believe he was being truthful Jerome stood up asking me if I wanted to
see it. Thinking this was turning a bit gay I declined and lied telling
him I believed him. Then I said that size doesn't matter as long as you
know how to use it. Jerome laughed at me saying that size does matter if
you know how to use it right.

While flipping through the channels I heard a knock on the door. Getting
up and opening it I found Jerome smiling back at me. Letting him in he
asked me if I wanted to join him tonight and go to The Spot, a popular
local bar. He said he could find me a girl since he has never seen me
with one before. I had never told Jerome that I am married figuring it
was no one's business why my wife and I were separated. I am never in
the mood to explain what had happened in the past I just wanted to look
to a better future. Hell no one living hear knew a thing about it. I
wanted to keep it that way.

Telling him I wasn't in the mood he tried to push me into going. Jerome
told me that he is hoping to get lucky tonight himself since it has been
a three weeks since he last had sex and his balls were aching for
relief. That was more than I needed to know. He looked offended when I
told him to just masturbate saying he never does that anymore. Jerome
told me there is a certain white girl he has his eye on. He met her
almost two weeks ago. That she was married but currently separated.
Jerome said he has seen her at the bar several times since but she has
been unwilling to go back to his place. He told me she's worth the
effort though. That she has nice legs, a great rack, a small round ass,
and the whitest white girl he has ever seen. She admitted to him that
it's been over five months since she's had sex of any kind. That only
helped excite Jerome even more. He told me that he finally has a good
plan to get in her pants tonight. I wished him the best of luck telling
him I might stop by later on and meet him there. Jerome seemed a bit
pissed telling me he just wanted to get my "sorry ass" out for the
night. With that he left as I went back to watching TV.

After another thirty minutes I thought I was pretty sorry looking. I
figured I would go out to the bar, spend a short while, meet up with
Jerome, then come back home knowing at least I got out of the house.
Leaving I got into my new used car. Sadly after separating with my wife
I had to trade in my larger car for a small two door to save some money.
In a few short minutes I was at The Spot and it was packed. Finding a
parking spot on the street I pushed my way into the bar getting a drink.
Looking around I found a corner table with few people around. Moving
through the crowd I sat down on a stool just drinking and watching the
people around me. After almost ten minutes I felt like I was wasting my
time and would have been better off in my less crowded apartment. I was
about to get up when I heard someone call out my name. Looking around I
saw Jerome pushing his way to me. When he made it up he said he was glad
to see me and that I would have a chance to see this girl he was after.
Jerome told me she had just stepped off into the bathroom. He told me
that he found out her weakness, alcohol. Drinking seems to loosen her up
and told me he already has her pretty well buzzed. Told me maybe one
more strong drink and she'll be having jungle fever.

Laughing at the bad pun he looked around to point her out. Said she is
wearing a black skirt that goes almost to her knees and a low cut green
shirt showing a lot of cleavage. Jerome said that he has been having a
hard time keeping his eyes from trailing to her big lilly white tits. He
told me that he couldn't wait since he has never been with a red head
before. For some reason I had up to now made no connection. All of a
sudden Jerome yelled out that she was over there pointing. Trying to
look past the crowd it was hard me to see. He said she just sat down at
the other end of the bar. As I stood there for a few seconds until
people shifted around I finally got a glimpse at the woman he was
talking about. It was my wife Marisa!

I was speechless as Jerome slapped me on the back saying he was going to
get some of that white pussy tonight. I knew all too well that when
Marisa drinks she gets a bit too relaxed. That's how she ended up losing
her virginity to me. She would also get very horny after a few strong
drinks which is why I loved it when we went out knowing we would being
having sex that night. And now my black neighbor was exploiting that
weakness to get her into bed with him. I also knew that Marisa had a
small fantasy that we used to play out every now and then. She had a
slight thing for the idea of being with a black guy but swore that she
could never do it.

I wasn't sure what to say so I turned to face him saying he couldn't
sleep with her. He ask me if it was because she is married. I thought I
would be honest blurting out that she is my wife. After a couple of
seconds of silence Jerome let out a deep laugh saying that no one as
pathetic as me would be married to a hot girl like her. I assured him I
was. After a couple of minutes of arguing and trying persuade him he
started to get a very annoyed look on his face. Grabbing me by the
shoulders he pushed me hard into the wall. Looking down at me with anger
in his eyes.

"Look, I know you ain't married. You told me so yourself. An I wouldn't
believe she was you wife for a second," he said. "You just don't want me
doing what I want to with her, think you just feel bad for her. Or do
you just hate the idea of a white woman being with a nigga? If you say
one more word trying to stop me from making my move or if you try to
pull her away from me I'll make you feel sorry. I'm not going to have
wasted these last couple of weeks."

You would think I'd shut my mouth, not me. I continued trying to explain
the situation. This only pissed him off even more.

"I like you Pete an I don't want to do to you what I did to the last guy
who tried this with me. Now you're going to shut your mouth and leave
for home and I'll be watching so you better go right for your car. Got
it?" he said.

I could feel him tightening his already strong hold on me. In a real
fear for my person I could do nothing but agree. He said he was sorry
for acting that way. He just doesn't like it when other men trying to
fuck up his chances with lies and bullshit. Though I was pissed off he
was trying to get in bed with my wife there was a big part of me that
wasn't at all worried fully knowing that Marisa would go home alone
tonight. She had never cheated on me and swore she wouldn't even if we
were separated. In response I told him there as probably no way she
would end up with him tonight.

"Really now? I am so sure she will that I bet $100 bucks on it. If I get
her to put out for me tonight you will owe nothing. If she shoots me
down I'll give you the hundred tomorrow. That's how sure I am about
this." Jerome said to me.

Agreeing thinking tomorrow I would be one hundred dollars richer I
quickly left the bar. Jerome followed me to the door waiting until I got
to me car. He only went back in after I starting pulling away. When I
got home I rushed inside picking up my phone dialing my wife's cell
number. After a couple of rings she picked up. I could clearly hear the
music and people in the bar around her but the reception was breaking
up. I asked how she was doing and she said fine. Marisa told me her
friends left only a few minutes ago and that she was leaving shortly for
home. I was going to warn her about Jerome then the connection became
worse until it was a dead line. Though I was unhappy to be cut so short
I began to feel better about the situation believing she probably
already shot him down. Taking a seat in front of the tv again I waited
for Jerome to come home.

It was more than an hour later when I heard the sound of a car pulling
into our gravel covered lot. Darting towards my kitchen window I saw
Jerome's car move up to the end of our lot coming to a stop. Peaking
through my shades Jerome stepped out of his car closing the door behind.
Much to my relief he was all alone. I could already feel that hundred in
my hands. Walking to the end of his car he stood there next to the trunk
staring towards the main road. Not thinking much of it I turned around
proceeding to head towards the living room until I heard the sound of
another car driving up. Quickly going back to my window I found myself
being a bit nosey. Peaking outside again into our dark lot I looked at
the new car parking directly next to Jerome's. I could almost feel my
heart jump into my throat when I right away realized it was Marisa's car.

Jerome walked over opening the driver side door as my wife climbed out.
Closing the door for her he walked with my noticeably slightly drunk
wife across the lot out of my view. I could hear his front door open and
close. Since the walls aren't that thick in our building I ran over into
my short hallway that divided my bedroom and bathroom. All of the
apartments are all the same, just mirror images of each other so my
bedroom, bathroom, and hallway are right up again Jerome's. I could
clearly hear the sounds of the two of them talking but the voices were
very muffled other than my wife's occasional laughing. This went on for
some time, maybe twenty or so minutes. This gave me some hope knowing
that most women Jerome takes home would already be in bed with him. It
was almost another ten minutes of listening when everything seemed to go
quiet. I stood there waiting for a few minutes for the sound of her
leaving but not even so much as a single word much less her car pulling
out.

I now began to get nervous. I picked up my phone again dialing her cell
number. Walking back into my hallway I could clearly hear the faint
ringing of her phone through the wall. After six rings I was directed
right to her voice mail. She was still there and didn't make a single
effort to pick it up. Standing there for another six minutes I still
hadn't heard a single sound. Worried I left my apartment through the
front door walking up to Jerome's. At first I was going to knock on the
door a pull my wife out of there. I quickly lost my nerve in that plan
almost as soon as I thought of it as the idea of what Jerome could do to
me entered my mind. Looking into his kitchen window I was unable to see
anything so I snuck around the side of the building into the rear.

At the back of each apartment is a small patio with a wooden partition
to give you privacy from your neighbor. Each one has access from the
apartment via sliding glass doors. Looking around the corner to see if
they were in his living room I could see no one. I was still hoping for
the best until something in the living room caught my eye. Looking in I
could see what appeared to be the dark green shirt Marisa had been
wearing laying across the arm of his couch and what looked like the
black heeled boots she had on laying near by. Stepping onto his patio to
get a better look I saw something else on the floor near the small
hallway. It was a black and dark purple bra. Just like one which I had
seen many times on my wife. Yet there was no one around. Stepping off
his patio I could see light coming from Jerome's bedroom window. Walking
as softly and quietly as possible I approached the window. His curtains
were wide open. Kneeling down so I was below the sill I slowly peaked up
over the edge into his room. I about collapsed from shock.

There was my wife Marisa laying on her back on his bed topless a mere
couple of feet away from me. Jerome was on her right side. He had her
right breast in his hand rubbing it as his lips were wrapped around her
pale pink nipple sucking and licking. Jerome's other hand was up under
her skirt up moving around up by her crotch. That's when I realized he
was fingering her. Marisa just laid there, her eyes closed with a look
of pleasure. The bedroom window was closed so I was unable to pick up
any sounds except every now and then Marisa would moan loud enough for
me to hear. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I should stop this but
there was no way I could do so safely. I also thought I probably
shouldn't be watching this but for some reason I couldn't seem to drag
myself away. What I think I found most strange of all was the feel of
being turned on. It was a fantasy we played out once in a while together
but we both swore it was never happen. What I found to be the hottest
part was the contrast of his dark skin against my wife's pale white. I
could feel my cock gradually growing in my pants. I couldn't believe the
effect seeing this was having on me.

Jerome sat up taking his shirt off showing his large upper body muscles.
Sliding down the bed he reached over placing both his hands at the waist
band of my wife's skirt. Looking up at her he said something I was
unable to hear but she smiled back at him and right away lifted her hips
up off the bed. At that Jerome pulled her skirt down her legs taking it
off her body. Reaching back up he grabbed the sides of her panties.
Lifting her hips again he pulled her panties down and off leaving her
completely naked. Jerome now slid back up until his head was between her
thighs. Looking up at her he lowered his face down to her crotch. I
could tell by my wife's facial expressions that he was now licking her
pussy. Marisa just laid there moaning. In a couple of minutes she had a
heavy orgasm. She never came so quickly before. Jerome must really know
what the hell he's doing. But he didn't stop there as he continued to go
down on her. In less than two minutes Marisa had another orgasm this
time screaming out loud as it hit. Her legs began to shake proving it to
be a large one. Both her face and chest were now completely flushed as
she laid there trying to catch e breath.

Jerome leaned up asking her something at which Marisa just nodded her
head in agreement. With a big grin on his face he moved off the end of
the bed out of my view. My wife propped herself up looking at something
on the other end of the room. All of a sudden she got this shocked look
on her face, her mouth even drop open a little and it look almost as if
she said 'oh my God.' I wasn't sure what could be making her react like
that. The end of the bed was moving as I saw Jerome climbing back on. I
now realized what made my wife look so surprised and I felt the same
way. Jerome had gotten off the bed to take off the rest of his clothing
now he was naked as well. Looking down I could see one of his hands
slowly stroking his cock and wholly shit he wasn't lying to me. He had
to be 9 inches long or damned close to it. On top of that it was thick,
much thicker then mine. Jerome just had an all around massive black cock
and he was planning on putting it into my wife. I could tell by her face
that she wasn't sure about doing this.


Jerome must have seen this too. He tried to relax her as the two of them
had a short conversation. As this was going on he was edging himself a
little at a time up in-between Marisa's legs until finally he was above
her. They seemed to be disagreeing about something. Placing a finger
over her mouth as if to quiet her down he said the only words I was able
to understand. I looked as if he said the words "Just relax."

He moved his hand back down to his cock as his arm was moving around
adjusting something. I figured at that point he was lining the head of
his dick up with my wife's pussy. My wife began talking again as Jerome
started pushing his hips down towards Marisa. At that point he must have
penetrated since she went silent biting her lower lip and tighten up her
face. By now my own dick was rock hard, pulling it out I began playing
with it as I watched Jerome slowly working his massive black dick into
my wife. A little at a time he got deeper as I could see their pelvis'
getting closer together until after several minutes they were touching
as their crotches met. I was amazed that he fit most if not all of it
inside of Marisa. I have no doubt she was too. Jerome just held himself
there I assume to allow my wife to get used to his large size. I could
tell Marisa was gradually relaxing under him. Jerome now started moving
in an out a little at a time taking it slow. Marisa's face changed from
an uncomfortable look to one of pleasure. Steadily Jerome picked up his
pace as she got more used to having something so big in her.

Marisa was now moaning and the faster and harder he moved the louder she
became. Reaching up my wife grabbed both of his large black arms
wrapping her small white hands around as best she could to hold on. I
was so close I could see our wedding ring on her finger. In mere moments
she had both of her legs wrapped around his back too. This also gave me
a slight view of his dick sliding in an out of Marisa. This was his cue
as he now picked it up fucking her hard. Marisa was moaning so loudly
with each thrust that she was almost screaming in pleasure. The entire
bed was rocking back and forth as well. I was completely mesmerized as I
stood there watching this large black man fucking my wife's brains out
with his huge cock. I'm still not sure what I thought was so hot about
watching another man having sex with Marisa. Not sure if it was just the
watching part, the extreme color difference, the pleasure he was giving
her, or all of the above. Out of no where I felt my orgasm come over me
as I came in the back yard.

Even after finishing myself off I continued to watch them as Jerome kept
up his assault on Marisa. He must have some great self control since he
had been at it for nearly ten minutes now. Though I could tell that he
was getting close to his own orgasm. His movements began to change
becoming more shallow as his face was tightening up. I could hear him
grunting with each push now. It would be only a matter of seconds.

Jerome thrust into my wife hard holding himself in her as he let out a
loud deep moan. His entire body went stiff and I knew he must be
cumming. I never saw Jerome put on a condom so he was most likely
shooting his cum deep inside of my wife's pussy right now. I was very
thankful that Marisa was on birth control. After more than a minute
Jerome's body was fully relaxed. Getting up he pulled himself off
Marisa, his huge dick hanging flaccid between his legs. Even soft
Jerome's dick was almost larger than mine. He left heading for the
bathroom.

Marisa grabbed a few tissues from Jerome's night table. Putting them
into a large ball in her hand she held it down between her legs wiping
herself. That's when I realized he had cum inside of her as my wife
tried to keep it from getting onto the bed. When Jerome came out she
jumped up keeping the tissues over he crotch running in bathroom. He
came back into the bedroom putting back on his boxers and laid on the
bed. In a short time my wife came out of the bathroom. Walking up to the
bed Jerome and her were talking but I couldn't understand a word. Marisa
said something that Jerome seemed to agree with. She bent over picking
up one of his shirts putting it on. She now climbed into bed next to him
as Jerome turned off the light in the room. I couldn't see anything now
and figured she was spending the night to sleep off all the drinks she
had. So I quickly ran back around the building into my apartment.

Sitting back down on my couch I tried to collect my thoughts and process
what I had just seen. It was hard for me to be mad at her having had an
affair myself. What I did find strange was how much watching had turned
me on. Going to bed I did my best to clear my head and in no time at all
out like a light. My deep sleep was rudely broken when I heard a strange
sound. In my half asleep state I hadn't thought much about the noise
since I had heard it many times before. That was until it hit me like a
ton of bricks as the loud noise continued to come from the wall that
bordered against Jerome's bedroom.

It was the constant rhythmic sound of squeaking like springs in a bed
along with a banging against the wall which was his headboard. One sound
was even louder then those two. I could clearly pick out the voice of
Marisa coming from the same direction, moaning loudly. It was easy for
me to put two and two together even if I wasn't fully awake. Jerome was
for a second time fucking my wife. Turning to face the clock it was near
three in the morning, only four hours since the last time they had sex.
I just laid there listening to Jerome screw my wife again. I must have
come in towards the end since it only continued between two to three
minutes before he came. Jerome let out a deep moan for a couple of
seconds and then everything was quiet. I was soon back asleep looking
forward to a new day.

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I woke up late the next morning from what little sleep I did get. It was
a rough night being very restless. Had a hard time trying to get what I
had seen out of my head and to get what rest I could. Wresting with my
thoughts all night long. The feeling of being weak, shocked, and
disappointed. How could I let him get away with doing that to my wife?
Then again I knew I surely could not fight him on the issue, to burst in
and stop them. I am sure all that would have accomplished was me being
in a lot of pain; both physical and mental. Not to mention making me a
bit of a hypocrite having done that myself while we were still together
and not separated as we are now. Though my wife and I always spoke in a
fantasy way of her doing something like this we never actually thought
we would. I honestly wasn't sure what to think of the whole situation or
what to do about it.

Getting out of bed I grabbed something quick to eat. Before I could even
finish there was a knock on my door. Opening it up I found myself
staring at my neighbor Jerome. I have never seen him with such a big
grin on his face. Slapping me on my shoulder he asked me how I was doing
this morning. Telling him I was fine he told me he had a great time last
night and couldn't wait to tell me all about it. But first he said he
needed to apologize for what he did to me at the bar. He said he was
sorry, that he blew off the handle and shouldn't have been so nasty to
me. He then went on to explain what happened last night between him and
Marisa. Even though I already knew exactly what happened I played
ignorant not wanting to let him know what I had seen.

"Man Pete, I have never been with a redhead before but if they are
anything like that girl I need to be with them more often. When I
finally got her to agree to coming home with me last I made sure to make
her feel comfortable before making my move. First started kissing her
lips and neck to get her relaxed. Before long I had my hand up he shirt
playing with those big ass tits of hers. I then took her to my bedroom
an man she had one hot ass body. Her pussy was shaved bare and smooth
and even snug around just one of my fingers. After I got her to cum
twice it was my turn. You should have seen her face when I took this
monster out. She actually was worried about how it would fit telling me
to take it slow. Her pussy felt so nice and tight around my finger I
knew I had to get in there bareback. I haven't fucked a girl like that
in years an I wanted to do it to her bad. As I moved into position she
realized I didn't have a condom on an protested."

Now, I knew I was clean an she admitted both to being with only one guy
in her life and on birth control so I saw no problem with it. I was
aching to push it in her so I kept telling her to relax, that it would
be fine. She was uneasy about it until I started pushing it in then she
didn't say another word. Fuck man it took some effort to work it in, she
was fucking tight as shit around me. In the end we were both shocked
that I was actually able to fit all of it into her an felt my balls
pressing against her ass. If I were any bigger it wouldn't have happened
since she told me that the tip of my cock was already touching her
cervix. Started working it slow at first until she got used to my size
then I fucked the shit out of her. Man she loved every minute of it,
should've seen the pleasure on her face. I tried my best to last as long
as possible until I was about to explode and couldn't hold back any
longer. Being several weeks since the last time it wasn't easy and I had
a lot built up in there wanting to get out. I made sure to shove it all
in an shot my load as deep as I could inside that little pink pussy."

When we were finished she asked me if she could spend the night there.
Being so late and still slightly drunk I agreed. And bro am I ever glad
I did. A few hours later I woke up having to pee real bad. When I came
back into the room I saw her still laying there and felt my dick getting
hard again. In case I never saw her again I wanted another crack at her.
So, I woke her up and fucked her hard a second time. I was amazed that
she was just as tight as before. Fucked her missionary first then
flipped her around finishing off doggie style. After shooting a second
load inside that hot pussy of hers we went back to sleep. She left early
this morning. I asked her if we could get together again soon but she
told me she wasn't sure. That she felt guilty now about what we had done
last night since she is still married and trying to get back together
with her husband. I told her that as long as the two of them weren't
together she shouldn't feel bad about getting some pleasure, that she
has needs too. She was still unsure we would ever see each other again.
But I am going to try, I would love to get some more time with that hot
ass white girl. I sure as hell am not going to give up that easy. I hope
to see her again tonight when I go out."

I must admit as hard as it was to hear him speaking about my wife that
way another part of me was interested in listening. I have always been a
bit of a voyeur just never considered it would be watching my wife with
another man. When Jerome finished speaking he told me again that he was
sorry about what he did last night before leaving. I wasn't sure what to
say letting him do most of the talking. The only good side is it's
likely Marisa wouldn't be back again.

In the afternoon I decided to give my wife a call. We had a good long
conversation. Though when I asked her about what she had done last night
she was at first a bit aloof finally telling me she was with some
friends drinking. When I asked she did anything else she quickly shot
back saying no. She also told me she had no plans for tonight since she
still didn't feel well with a bit of a hang over. During the
conversation we made plans for this coming Saturday to go out together
on a dinner date. I told her to get better and we would talk again on
Wednesday before hanging up the phone. I had nothing to do either
tonight so I just hung around the house as normal. The whole night
everything was quiet. A little past midnight I heard Jerome come home
but nothing else. I happened to run into him the next day and he seemed
a bit down. Not only did he not run into Marisa but didn't get any luck
at all with any woman. I might have told him I was sorry to hear it but
was also partly glad to know.

The next couple of days were uneventful. Doing my normal routine of home
and work. Wednesday was no different. When I got home there was a
message from my wife on the answering machine. She said she wouldn't be
able to talk to me tonight because she was invited to a business dinner
with some of her coworkers. So I spent my night being bored as usual.
Going to bed early I was just dozing off when I heard Jerome get home. I
was surprised, it being past ten at night which is much later than
normal. Then I realized why, he wasn't alone. I could her him speaking
then the faint sound of a woman's voice. The voices got louder as they
moved towards his bedroom then everything went silent.

As I slowly started settling back in the silence was broken several
minutes later. I could hear the sound of his bed springs slowly creaking
followed by the low moans the woman. Soon enough the sound became louder
as his head board banged up against the wall. She also began moaning
more; at times almost screaming in pleasure. I couldn't believe his
luck. Meeting up with some girl and getting laid in the middle of the
week. As I listened I actually got hard. So I decided to masturbate as I
laid there listening to Jerome and this girl next door. He was giving it
his all and at times I thought his bed was going to collapse. It didn't
take me long to cum. Jerome was still going a couple of minutes after I
was finished. Finally I heard him let out a deep moan as all the
movement stopped. I quickly fell asleep soon after not waking up until
my alarm went off the next morning. After I got home from work I pulled
into my lot. Before I even got out I saw Jerome's car pull in right next
to mine. As I got out I was going to tell him what a lucky guy he was
for last night. Before I could even open my mouth he let out a loud
laugh as he got out of his car.

"What a great day it is bro! And what a hell of a night I had yesterday."

I told him I heard since he was far from quiet. That he was one lucky
son of a bitch. He told me he was sorry for making so much noise but he
couldn't help himself. He told me that he ran into Marisa again last
night. I wasn't sure what to say and for the first time in my life I was
actually speechless.

"A buddy of mine from work invited me to a local bar and restaurant
nearby before going home. When we got there I was sitting at the bar
having a drink. Staring up in the mirror behind me I saw a bunch of
office types having dinner together. I didn't think much of them and was
about to look away when something caught my eye. Looking back I saw that
hot ass redhead from the other night at the table. She didn't notice me
at first as I sat there watching her. My friend left after getting a
call from his wife but I stayed waiting for my chance and it came when
she got up to use the bathroom. They are located right at the end of the
bar so after she want in I moved to the closet seat. In a few minutes
she came out and was shocked to see me there. I told her I really wanted
to talk but she said she was busy with a business outing. I didn't let
her go though until she agreed to meet up with me at the bar when she
was finished."

It wasn't too much longer until everyone at the table started getting up
and leaving. I was worried she was leave without keeping her promise to
see me. To my happiness once everyone left she walked over taking a seat
next to mine at the bar. I offered her a drink, sadly she said no. So I
knew I would need to use my own charms to get her to relax enough to
make my move. I worked on her a little at a time and even got her to
have a drink that relaxed her some. After some time I asked her if she
wanted to come back to my place to talk, nothing else. I was surprised
when she said yes right away without question. On the trip there I tried
to think of ways I could get her into bed again. I feel like I wasted
all that time since only a few minutes after getting in I was already
feeling her up and clothing was coming off."

I took her to my bed, stripped off the rest of our clothing and went to
town. She was so fucking wet already yet and just as tight as I pushed
deep into her. Best of all it was bareback again! Starting slow I picked
up the pace fucking her hard. I was even able to get her to cum with my
dick alone without touching her clit. Something she said has never
happened before. After she came I grabbed her legs and put them up on my
shoulders so I could plow her hard. It was so fucking hot seeing her
shapely pale white legs against me and her toes curled up in pleasure as
I fucked her. I kept it up until I came myself making sure to empty
myself into her. After I was finished I pulled out, she cleaned up, got
dressed, gave me a kiss then left for the night. This time though I made
sure to get her number to keep in touch. I hope she'll be back since I
can't wait to get another chance to fuck her."

When he finally stopped with a big smile on his face I still wasn't sure
what to say so I just smiled as I went into my apartment. I couldn't
believe she had sex with him again. Or the fact that I hadn't known it
was her last night that I was masturbating to. I could barely even eat
as I thought about what Jerome had told me. Having a couple of drinks I
passed out on my bed. All the next day I tried not to think about it,
looking forward to my get together with Marisa. All night it was quiet
next door even after Jerome got home; this time alone. On Saturday
morning I cleaned my house and got myself in the mood for this evening.

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As the evening rolled around I got ready for my date with Marisa.
Dressing nicely I was going to leave early to make sure I was there on
time. Checking myself one last time in the wall mirror I opened my front
door. Just as I was about to step outside I saw my wife's car pulling up
into the parking lot. As quickly as I could I slammed it shut making
sure she hadn't seen me. Why was she here? I rushed over to my kitchen
window peering out through the blinds. I saw my wife step out of her
car; man did she look good. Wearing light make-up that only enhanced her
looks. A pair of low heeled black pumps, white stockings, and a nice
sleeveless black dress that showed some cleavage that went down to her
lower thighs showing off some of her nice legs.

She headed right over towards Jerome's place. I could hear his door open
then close again as he let her in. Right away I ran out the back door of
my apartment to see what was happening. Darting to his patio I peered
around the wooden partition into his living room. I could see Jerome
standing by his front door but not my wife. He was wearing nothing but a
pair of boxer briefs that fit so tight you could see almost everything
he has. In less than a minute Marisa walked over coming from the bedroom
with her cell phone in hand. She had mentioned she left in some where by
mistake last time we spoke; must have forgotten it there during her
recent visit. Jerome said something of which she seemed to disagree
with. As she moved to the door to leave he blocked the way. He was again
asking her something which she shook her head no to as she lifted her
wrist pointing towards her watch. I guess trying to say she didn't have
time. Jerome then moved out of her way. I figured he was going to let
her leave but how wrong I was.

As Marisa walked to the door reaching for the knob Jerome quickly
grabbed her hand. Spinning her around he pressed her entire body against
the door so she was now facing towards me. Marisa looked to be fighting
against him as she tried to get away. Jerome was far too strong though
holding. Bending down her started kissing her neck then her lips. Marisa
still wasn't having any of it as she continued fighting. Jerome grabbed
her hands pinning against the door above her head. Holding them there
with one arm he moved his free hand slowly down until he was playing
with her left breast. She kept fighting as he trailed his hand from her
breast down her side. Reaching around he gave her ass a squeeze before
he moved his hand even lower. He began pulling at her dress tugging it
higher and higher up her thigh. Soon the tops of her white thigh high
stockings were showing. Not stopping there Jerome kept pulling her dress
up higher until her lacy black thong was exposed.

Once he got it that high he forced his right leg between her knees
pushing them slightly open. That gave him the access he needed. He moved
his hand to her right thigh first feeling it up and down. Jerome slowly
slid his hand to the inside of her thigh then upwards towards her
crotch. He started rubbing Marisa's pussy over her thong running his
finger up and down. Taking his hand away from her crotch he reached
higher pulling at the waist band of her thong tugging it lower and lower
until it was down to the top of my wife's stockings. I could clearly see
her smoothly shaved pussy. Jerome once more moved his hand to her crotch
as he slipped in his ring and index fingers spreading her lips open. He
then slid his middle finger between rubbing her clit. He started slow
picking up speed stopping only to slide his finger into her before
rubbing again.

As I watched I saw a change in my wife's body. Marisa wasn't so stiff
and gradually I noticed she struggled less and less until it looked as
if she stopped fighting all together. This was confirmed when she opened
her legs slightly wider to give him better access. When Jerome finally
broke the kiss she just stood there not protesting. Marisa's eyes were
closed, head resting against the door behind her as I could see what
looking like moans escape her lips. Jerome now released her hands
playing with her breasts as he continued rubbing her pussy. In a matter
of minutes I heard her scream out loud as her body began to shake coming
to an orgasm. It hit her so hard that it looked like she had a hard time
standing afterwards. Once she finally caught her breath Jerome leaned in
kissing my wife deeply as he pulled he panties back up and readjusted
her skirt. When he pulled back I could see the unbelievable desire in my
wife's eyes, wanting more then just that. Jerome pointed to her watch
making her look somewhat disappointed. Giving him one last kiss I
watched as he moved out of the way allowing Marisa to open the door and
leave.

That's when I ran back to my place and waited for my wife to leave
before going out to my car. Driving off I made it to the restaurant
somehow before her. Sitting there alone I waited for her to show. Less
then five minutes later she walked in and headed over toward the table.
After greeting her we sat down together. Marisa right away apologized
for being late telling me she got held up. Yet all I could picture in my
mind was the sight of her getting fingered by my black neighbor not even
thirty minutes before. Asking her if she found her cell phone she said
yes that it was at a friends house.

We spent well over an hour there talking and eating. All around it was a
good time. We said our good byes in front of the restaurant and I headed
straight for my car parked around the street. Looking back at my wife I
saw she was still standing there and was talking on her cell phone. Not
thinking much of it I started for home. By time I got there it was
already dark and pulling into my lot I saw Jerome leaving his place with
a big grin on his face. Getting into his car he waved at me as was
leaving. Figured he was heading off to one of his favorite clubs or bars
for the night. Getting inside I was soon fast asleep in bed not waking
up until late the next morning. Towards the end of the day I ran into
Jerome in our parking lot. As usual he was excited to tell me about what
he had done. After covering what I already knew about what he and my
wife had done before I went out with her he told me something that blind
sided me. He said that he had done that because it would leave her
wanting more later one and it had paid off for him.

Jerome told me he was home watching TV when he got a call from Marisa
just as he had hoped for. He told that she asked him come over to her
place for a change. At first I didn't believe it and told him so until
he started explaining where she lived which sounded exactly like our
house. He said when she opened the door she was wearing a robe but once
he got in she took it off and was completely nude except for her
stockings and heels. With a big smile on his face he said it wasn't long
before they were having sex on her living room floor. Once they were
finished having Jerome told she asked him to spend the night there.
Jerome told me he readily agreed going to bed with her. When he woke up
she was making breakfast for the two of them in this sexy little black
laced top night gown. When they finished he told me he took her hand,
led her back to the big four poster bed they slept in and fucked her
again. He said the best part is he always lasts longer the second time
and fucked her for over twenty minutes straight before cumming. He was
glad that the neighbor didn't live too close because she was moaning and
screaming her head off the entire time. Once he finished the second time
he got dressed and came back home. Before parting he said to me with a
wink 'I told you size matters when you know how to use it.'

I wasn't at all sure what to say. During the coming week I spoke to my
wife several times and she never once mentioned what had happened. Just
acted as if everything was normal. I asked her if she wanted to go out
again this coming Saturday but told me she couldn't. Her friend's
wedding was that day. Before long the weekend was here. After I got home
on Friday evening I ran into Jerome again. He was going out tonight
asking if I wanted to join him. As usual I passed spending my night
watching TV, more so since it was supposed to pour down rain later on.
Towards the end of the night I was dozing off and was about to head for
bed when I heard a car quickly pulling in. Walking to my window I saw it
was Jerome coming home. Getting out of his car he moved to his trunk and
just stood there staring down towards the street. I wasn't sure what to
think until in a matter of moments I heard a second car coming up.
Needless to say I wasn't too surprised to see it was my wife.

When she parked next to him he walked over and held the car door for
her. When Marisa stepped out I thought she looked hot. Wearing a pair of
black heeled boots, a plaid green skirt, and a green low cut V-neck
short sleeved shirt that showed a lot of her ample cleavage. After
closing the car door Jerome moved up to her bending down kissing Marisa
deeply. As they stood there several times I saw Jerome's hand move up to
touch her breasts but each time it was pushed away. I could tell this
was annoying him. Without warning he grabbed Marisa spinning her around
until she was facing towards the building. Tilting her head to the side
he leaning in kissing her neck. At the same time he wrapped his right
arm around her stomach pinning both her arms to her body. In that
position she couldn't fight as he moved his left hand up cupping her
left breast and started playing with it. Jerome has large hands but even
they appeared tiny against my wife's big tits. As he played with it she
tried her best to get free but this didn't last long before she relented
relaxing into him. When Jerome saw this he moved his other hand up as he
now fondled both of he breasts at the same time. By now her nipples were
so hard even though I was about twenty feet away I had no problem seeing
them sticking up pressed hard against the material of her top.

Jerome now moved his left hand up to her neck. It was quite a contrast
of his darker black skin against her pale white. He then slid it back to
her chest but this time down and under the front of her shirt. I could
now see the outline of his hand playing with her right breast under her
shirt but still over her bra. Marisa just stood there grinding her ass
into him. One thing I know about my wife is she loves having her breasts
played with. Sadly it began to drizzle breaking up the party as Marisa
pulled away. The two of them quickly headed for his place and out of my
sight.

Despite the weather I wanted to see what was happening. After getting my
shoes on I quietly snuck out my back door softly walking through the
yard. Coming up to Jerome's bedroom I slowly peered inside. Sadly his
bedroom lamp was off but the door was open with enough light coming in
from the hallway to see what was going on. It had only been three maybe
four minutes since they went inside. And yet there was Jerome laying on
the bed already completely nude. The one thing that stood out or should
say stood up was the sight of his huge black dick. Hard as a rock and
pointing right to the ceiling. A couple seconds later I saw Marisa
approach the end of the bed near his feet; also totally naked.

Jerome looked down at her as my wife crawled onto the bed moving up
towards him. When she got halfway she stopped and grabbed his dick in
her right hand. My wife's hand looked so small wrapped around that black
pole. Asking him something which Jerome nodded in agreement Marisa
leaned over his dick. Lowering her head I watched as she ran her tongue
up, down, and all over it. Then she slid the head between her lips and
into her mouth as she began giving him a blow job. I could see Marisa's
head bobbing on his cock doing her best to give him pleasure. She looked
like she was doing a good job at it too until Jerome grabbed her hair
pulling Marisa's mouth off. He said something to her then she moved
further up the bed. Marisa got on her knees then straddled Jerome
placing one leg on either side of him.

Marisa was now above Jerome and reached between her legs positioning his
dick. When she got it where it needed to be I watched as she slowly sunk
down onto him. Both of them got this look of pleasure as my wife worked
his cock into her until she was fully impaled. Once she got him in all
the way she slowly rocked back and forth on him. Jerome began playing
with her breasts with his right hand at the same time rubbing her clit
with his left. Even through the closed window I could hear Marisa's
moans getting louder and more frequent. I don't know how he does it but
he had her cumming in only a couple of minutes. She yelled out as her
entire body shook when it hit. Taking a moment to catch her breath
Marisa leaned her upper body down placing her hands at either side of
Jerome's head. Jerome grabbed both of her tits as she start sliding up
and down on him.

As I stood there watching my wife ride this large black man my dick was
again rock hard. I had planned on staying there until the end when the
weather got even worse and it started to pour on me. On top of that
several strikes of lightly came from the clouds in the distance so I
thought it best to get back inside. As pissed as I was missing out on
watching I thought I should at least listen. Grabbing a glass cup from
my kitchen I rushed into my bedroom. Placing the open end against the
wall and my ear on the other I was able to hear almost as well as if I
were in the room with them.

Marisa: (breathing heavy).

Jerome: Oh yeah.

Marisa: (moaning)

Jerome: Feel good baby?

Marisa: Yes.

Jerome: Oh fuck Marisa, you're so fucking hot ... that's it ... keep it
up baby.

Marisa: (moaning)

Jerome: Like riding my big black dick don't you white girl?

Marisa: Yes

Jerome: Does it feel better than your husband's?

Marisa: (breathing heavy)

Jerome: Answer me Marisa!

Marisa: Yes ... so much better.

Jerome: That's what I wanted to hear ... keep it up Marisa I'm getting
closer ... ride me harder, faster.

Marisa: (moaning as the movements of the bed were getting louder).

Jerome: Keep it up baby.

Marisa: Feel good?

Jerome: Shit yes ... getting close ... going to pull you all the way
onto me and shoot my black seed deep inside your tight white cunt.

Marisa: I want it baby ... cum for me ... cum ... cum ... cum

Jerome: Oh fuck ... almost there Marisa ... here it comes ...
aaahhhhhhh! (letting out a long deep moan as all the movement stopped).

Marisa: That's it baby, give me all that hot black cum ... feels so
good, so hot.

Jerome: (laughing).

Marisa: What's so funny?

Jerome: Nothing, just felt so fucking good. I'm not sure what it is but
you are not just the hottest white girl I have ever been with but the
hottest of all of them. I think I should have been fucking red heads
from the start. And not to be crude but I have never felt a pussy as
nice as yours. You're almost a dream, nice legs, big tits, cute ass,
pretty face, and you love sex as much as I do.

Marisa: (laughing) Glad to know you think so highly of me.

Jerome: I'm starting to go soft already so you better get off soon
before it starts leaking out. You know when I cum I cum a lot and it
seems no matter how deep I shoot it into you stuff always comes back
out. And I don't want to get any wet spots on the bed. I have to sleep
here tonight (laughing).

With that I heard Marisa leave the room and the bathroom door closing.
When she came back in they kept talking for several minutes until Marisa
said she had to leave. Jerome sounded unhappy but understood that she
had to get up early for her friends wedding. After she got dressed they
said their good byes. Soon afterwards I heard her car leaving the lot.
By that time I found that I still had a raging hard on. Jumping into bed
I began to masturbate to what had just happened. Picturing in my head my
wife riding my black neighbor got my to cum very quickly. When I
finished I rolled off to sleep and got ready for another day.

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I rolled out of bed late in the morning. Having nothing to do I was in
no hurry to start a lazy day. Grabbing something to eat I sat down to
watch some bad weekend morning TV when the thought of my wife and last
night came into my mind. I knew she would not be by today having a
wedding and party to go to afterwards. Stretching out on my couch I
zoned out as one hour blended into the next. By the afternoon I was
bored out of my mind and by the evening I was dying for the day to
finally come to an end. Around seven o'clock I was startled by the sound
of my phone ringing. Answering it I was surprised to hear my wife's
voice on the other end.

Marisa called me in a very emotional state and I could tell she had even
been crying a little. She said she wanted us to get back together again.
That watching the wedding made her think of our marriage and wanted me
to move back home. The she missed me and wanted to have a fresh start,
to forget everything up to today, to move on with our lives. Needless to
say I was shocked not expecting this at all. We ended up having a long
phone conversation lasting several hours that night and we agreed to
forget what was done, and to get back together again. It was decided I
would start moving my stuff back in this week in my free time after work
and hopefully have it all there before this coming weekend. In the mean
time I would return to our house tomorrow afternoon only coming back to
my apartment to pick stuff up. Since I renting only month to month it
would be no trouble getting out of here. When we finally got off the
phone I found myself in the best mood I've been in for a long time. That
everything was going to be normal again.

Waking up Sunday morning I found myself very relaxed. After getting
dressed I took a walk out onto my back patio for some fresh air on this
sunny morning. Stepping outside to get some peace I found anything but.
Jerome happened to be outside him self cursing out loud. Yelling over I
asked if everything was okay? He yelled back it wasn't. Told me he was
pissed off because that girl he had been seeing was getting back
together with her husband and said she wouldn't be able to see him
anymore. He said she was a "hot fuck" and had to find someone as good to
replace her. I told him I was sorry to hear about his bad luck and that
I was moving out of here this week. He asked me why so I lied telling
him I found an apartment closer to work. He quickly mentioned he was
glad for me, said if I needed any help to ask him before as headed back
inside. I knew there was no way I would ask him to help me move stuff to
my house knowing he had been there already.

Packing what I could into my car I left my little apartment for home.
That night I laid in bed next to my wife but for several hours could not
sleep. Staring at her I found myself thinking about how great it was to
be back together but also everything she had done while we were
separated. Should I talk to her about what I know? And how would I even
bring it up? Then I remembered we both promised to start new, to let go
and forget everything that was done before yesterday evening. If I were
to bring it up it might drag our new found relationship into a downward
spiral again that may never be fixed. It took me a while to come to this
conclusion and I would pretend I knew nothing and move on. Though my
mind had other ideas. Over the next few nights I had dreams that had
Marisa and Jerome having sex. Would even find myself with a hard on
after waking up from them. We also had sex a couple of times this week
and each time I kept picturing in my head Marisa and Jerome going at it.
Yet I continued to keep my mouth shut.

Other then these couple of issues everything seemed to be going well. I
was home now for two weeks and couldn't have been happier. Despite my
feelings things were not as normal as I would have hoped for. The third
Sunday I was home I was in our bedroom getting dressed while my wife was
down the hallway getting ready to take a shower. We were going to go out
for lunch and spend a relaxing day together. As I buttoned up my shirt I
heard a buzzing sound coming from the night table. Looking over I saw my
wife's cell phone open and shaking letting her know she just got a text
message. I found that strange to begin with since she always said she
hated those and never wanted to use them. Walking over I picked it up to
with the intention of giving it to her after she got out of the
bathroom. Glancing down at the screen I saw the message as written "miss
u n want to fck u again please get bck 2 me asap, Jerome."

I could hear the water running in the shower so I began to look back
into her past messages. I found another fourteen from Jerome over the
past seven days not including the ones she replied to him about but just
ones he sent on his own! They all said in one way or another that he
needed her, missed her, wanted to meet up with her, wanted to fuck her,
hasn't been able to find anyone else to replace her, was begging to have
sex with him, etc. She replied to them all basically explaining that she
couldn't and it would be cheating. He would come back with he didn't
care that she was married he just wanted to fuck. That he hasn't been
with a woman in almost two weeks now and needed her badly and she was
the best he's had. I heard the shower turn off so I put the phone back
where I found it and left the bedroom. From the living room I watched my
wife walk into the bedroom. Coming out around ten minutes later she had
her cell phone in hand closing it up.

We spent a nice day together and after getting home that evening she
went into the kitchen to start making dinner. While she was busy I snuck
into her bag and grabbed the cell phone out. Quickly I searched through
the text messages to see what she wrote him today. She only said she
couldn't do it reminding him again she was married. For the next few
days I randomly checked her cell phone when I had the chance to find new
messages from Jerome but found none. I wasn't sure if he finally gave up
or Marisa was deleted them before I had the chance to sneak a peek.
Either way it slowly slipped my mind as work began to get busier for me.
Things still seemed normal until that next Tuesday. While driving home
from work that evening I got a phone call on my cell. Reaching in my
pocket I saw it was my wife. Answering it she told me she would be home
late and had to do some overtime at work. I did find this a bit odd
since she has never had to stay late at work but not thinking twice I
told her I would be at home when she got there. Saying our good-byes I
soon pulled into our driveway.

Taking a nice long shower I plopped down on the couch and waited for
Marisa to come home. About one and a half hours later I saw headlights
through our living room window as a car pulled into our driveway soon
followed by my wife walking in the front door. She looked different from
normal, a bit disheveled and yet relaxed. I asked how she was which she
replied tired and sore as she headed towards the bedroom. In a matter of
minutes I could hear the shower running. Late that night I attempted to
have sex with Marisa but she showed no interests telling me she wasn't
in the mood. Not thinking much of it we both went to bed and were soon
asleep. As the rest of the week went on I kept a look out for cell
messages from Jerome and found none making me believe he had given up.
The next Monday she called me saying she would be working late again.
The week after it was Wednesday. Then the week after that she was late
on Monday. It really didn't seem right more so since the work she does
never required overtime before. Each time she would come home looking
very relaxed and every now and then with slightly messed up hair or
clothing.

The week following she called me again on Monday saying that she would
be home late. Thinking I would be nice I headed straight from work to
her job to see if she wanted any company or maybe go out to dinner when
she was finished. When I drove into the parking lot I found very few
cars and my wife's was no where to be seen. As I was about to get out I
saw one of Marisa's coworkers I knew and asked her if Marisa was inside.
This woman swore to me that my wife already left. Thanking her I drove
home thinking maybe she would be early after all only to find our house
empty. A little more than an hour later she walked through the door. I
right away asked her how she was. Telling me she was beat after an extra
long day at work and was getting tired of these overtime days as she
went towards our bedroom to take a shower. I was left speechless and had
no idea what to think or to say. Then I thought of Jerome. Maybe he has
something to do with this. Part of me really didn't want to believe it
was true but I needed to find out either way.

I already knew Jerome's phone number which I got from my wife's cell.
The next evening after work I gave him a call. After having to explain
who I was I asked him if he wanted to go out for a drink tonight, my
treat. He readily agreed as we met at a bar halfway between the two of
us. We spent some time just talking about what we have been up to in our
lives since I moved. That's when I took the chance to see if he knew
anything about my wife so I asked him if he had any new women in his
life. He said there were no new women in his life than asked me if I
remembered that red head Marisa he was seeing while I still live there.
Telling him I did I asked him why?

"Because I've been seeing her lately" he said. "It had been weeks
without getting any as I continued to contact her to meet up with me.
She always told me she couldn't, being married and all but I don't give
a shit. She is a hot piece of ass who knows how to suck dick, big tits,
and has a tight little pussy. Plus she always let me fuck her bareback
and no bitch in years has let me do that. I finally got her to come over
to my place to 'talk' by threatening to come to her house whether her
husband was home or not. Well, when I got her into my place it didn't
take too long before I got her in bed. I'll tell you bro after weeks of
build up it was a real relief to feel empty if you know what I mean.
Since then she's been coming over every week without her husband
knowing. Best of all she now contacts me to get some. Like I told you
before man size matters when you know how to use it. And I sure as shit
ain't complaining since I now get some every week."

My jaw about hit the ground as all my questions were answered in one
moment. A few minutes later I told Jerome I had to get home. The whole
drive there I kept running back in my head what he had said. I couldn't
believe it. When I got home Marisa was waiting for me with dinner ready.
I acted as if I knew nothing but couldn't get it out of my mind so much
so that I had a hard time sleeping that night. Two nights later she
called me again telling me she would be working late once more. Wanting
to see for myself I drove right towards my old apartment after work. As
I passed by the building slowly I peered up into the lot. Low and behold
there was Marisa's car parked near Jerome's apartment. She really was
seeing him again!

Parking my car along the side of the street I snuck up the rear of the
building towards his apartment. As I came upon his bedroom window I
would see a light but he had his shade down this time. Moving up towards
his rear sliding doors at his living room I peeked around the corner to
see it empty. I noticed on the couch was sitting my wife's purse along
with a couple pieces of clothing laying on the floor that looked like
what Marisa had put on this morning. Rushing back to my car I headed
right home. I sat down and waited for my wife. Less than an hour later
she got home looking relaxed as always along with wearing the exact same
clothing I saw laying on Jerome's living room floor. I asked her how she
was which she said tired and went to take a shower. That night I had
trouble sleeping as everything ran through my head. I must have still be
off that morning when Marisa asked me if I was okay since I didn't seem
myself.

The coming week was the same with my wife staying late at "work" on
Monday. On Tuesday I was informed by my boss that I would be
representing the company at a conference this weekend. I would be
leaving early on Friday and wouldn't get back home until Sunday
afternoon the earliest. Granted I was being paid for it which I couldn't
complain about but I was in no mood to leave with everything going on.
That night I told my wife about it. She seemed sad that I would be gone
telling me I would be missed and wasn't sure how she would keep busy
without me around. It really wasn't too long though before she was able
to find some company for the weekend as I found out the next day.

As I was leaving work the next evening I got a call on my cell phone.
Seeing it was Jerome's number I picked up. He told me he wouldn't keep
me long but wanted to say that he was going to be busy this weekend.
That Marisa's husband was going away and when he found that out he
pushed her until she agreed to let him keep her company while he was
gone. I was left almost speechless yet wasn't sure what to do about it.
I could just confront Marisa about everything that has been going on. A
part of me though got off at the idea since we always used to fantasize
about it in bed. I thought I would wait to talk to her about it until
after I got back home and wanted to have something to show her in case
she lied about what she had been doing.

Before going home I went straight to the store to pick up two web cams
for our main desk top computer in our living room and my laptop that I
usually kept in our bedroom. Looking around I found two good ones. A
small one that records sound and can be easily hidden to attach to my
laptop. The other that I would use for our living room desk top wasn't
as small but like the other recorded in color and with audio. Opening
them both I hid one in my pocket before going inside the house. After
dinner I told my wife I got a camera for our desk top. When she asked me
why I explained it was an old piece of office equipment they were
getting rid of at work. That I wasn't sure if it worked or not so I
would play with it when I go back on Sunday. Two days later on Thursday
morning I got ready for work as normal and waited for my wife to leave
since she usually does before me. She had no idea I wasn't going to work
today, having asked for it off to get ready for the trip. Once Marisa
kissed me good-bye and wishing each other a good day I watched as she
got in her car and drove to work.

Giving it some time to make sure she wouldn't come back I then rushed
over to our desk top computer. Hooking up the camera I waited for the
setup to finish. Once done I began to play with it until I got the view
I wanted of our living room and most of our kitchen behind. Since the
two rooms are only separated by a large arched doorway it had a view of
our dinning table, and part of the counter tops in the cooking area.
After being finished I played with it until I learned how to keep it
recording but closing the main window just in case so she wouldn't see
it taping her unless she looked very hard. Next I went into our bedroom
and set up the other camera to my lap top. I usually keep it sitting on
top of my book case so I had to find a place to hide the camera since
she didn't know about this one. Spending some time I finally figured out
a way to get it to work where it wasn't at all noticeable even while
standing next to it. The best part is she never touches my laptop so I
had no worries about her finding out I was taping her but just in case I
made sure to hide the window on this computer as well.

The next morning I got up and dressed to head off on my two and a half
day trip. I watched my wife get ready for work putting on a pair of low
black heels, tan knee length skirt, and a white button up blouse,
looking very nice in general. After breakfast she left soon followed by
myself as I went to work to pick up some papers I would need before
driving to the airport to jump on the plane. It was far from a pleasure
trip being filled with work. I kept looking forward to finally getting
back home the whole time. After flying back I had a long drive home
giving me time to finally think about what might have happened while I
was gone. Pulling into our driveway that Sunday evening I had no idea
what awaited me. Marisa was sitting in the living room waiting for me to
get home. Giving me a big hug and a kiss she told me dinner was ready. I
almost began to think that nothing had gone on by the way she was
acting. I made sure to take some time when she wasn't looking to unplug
both of the cameras to stop them from recording any longer. As the night
wore on she began to get tired and asked me if I was ready to go to bed.
Telling her I would stay up a little longer watching TV she told me not
to stay up too late as she got up and walked back towards our room. I
waited several minutes to make sure she wasn't coming back out then I
got up and went right to our living room computer.

Turning on the screen I clicked on the web cam icon to see it was still
recording, she thankfully hadn't found out what I had done. Hitting stop
I went back all the way to the beginning of the video that was recorded.
Needless to say it was a lot being almost sixty hours long. I knew I
couldn't just sit there and watch the whole thing so I began to fast
forward until about two hours into it I saw my wife walk into the living
room from the front door area. I found that very odd since it was still
Friday morning and she should have been at work. It all made sense in
less then thirty minutes when there was a knock at our front door.
Marisa rushed over and I could hear a mans voice, it was Jerome's. They
soon both walked directly in front of the screen as he sat down on our
sectional sofa and Marisa went into the kitchen behind. Coming back with
a drink in her hand she sat down right next to him. Jerome asked her
when I was coming back home. When she told him Sunday evening he said
"Good, then we have plenty of time." With that he grabbed her glass and
placed it on the small table we have at the end of the couch. Leaning in
he kissed my wife deeply.

They made out like this for around fifteen minutes before he began to
feel her up. First pawing at he breasts under he blouse than slowly
unbuttoning it down to below her bra. Running his lips down her neck to
her chest he spread the shirt open kissing the tops of her breasts. I
could hear my wife breathing heavily the whole time. Letting go of her
shirt he moved his hand to her knee then began moving it up her though
sliding it under her skirt. I watched as his hand got higher Marisa
slowly spread her legs soon followed by her moaning as I could tell by
his arm motions he was fingering her. Jerome kept at it only for maybe
four minutes before I could see my wife's legs start to quiver followed
by her cumming hard around his hand. How the hell does get her to cum so
quickly?

Marisa leaned back against the couch to catch her breath. Jerome didn't
want to wait as he took this moment to finish unbuttoning my wife's
blouse even pulling the bottom the was tucked in her skirt until it was
fully open. Marisa then took it off the rest of the way as she stood up.
Kicking off her heels and unzipping her skirt letting in drop to the
floor. At the same time Jerome pulled his own shirt off and removed his
shoes. Standing up with my wife he kissed her on the lips as she began
undoing his pants. With a big smile on his face he watched as she pushed
them down followed by his boxers. I saw his long, thick, black cock
spring out hard as a rock and pointing right at my wife's stomach. She
dropped right down to her knees kissing, licking, then sucking on this
massive dick. Jerome grabbed the back of her head as she gave him a blow
job for roughly four or five minutes. He then pulled her head off
telling her to stand up. Putting his hands around her back he unhooked
her bra, sliding down off her shoulders and throwing it on the couch.
Taking a few moments to play with her bare breasts he moved her back
over to the couch telling her to lay down across it.



























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