TITLE    : Between the Lines
STORYID  : between-the-lines-7
SUMMARY  : A writer delves into the origins of his materials.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-02-08
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|interracial|cheating|black man|white women|fiction|hospital|hotel|age difference|fetish|


(The following IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT FICTION. There IS NOT a single true thing about it AT ALL. NONE OF THEM are real people, NOTHING EVER really happened. Make of that what you will.)

Sam sat at his computer, checking for feedback or suggestions for his work which he had been submitting secretly to an online erotica web site, let's call it, "Twatpad". There were some of the usual niceties, or people expanding upon the work he had submitted, as well as the slew of bitter comments from people who seemed to have no sense of self awareness or at the very least, no sense of what fiction was.

"Stop portraying women as enjoying rape, you fucking moron. That's literally the dumbest thing you can say." said some anonymous clown, who loved feeling like a big shot safely behind his keyboard.

Sam thought it over for a moment, wanting to explain for the thousandth time, that it was a work of fiction, but that had never gotten through to them. He could have also explained that the website itself didn't allow you to publish non-consensual work unless both parties enjoyed themselves, in the same way it wouldn't allow you to use certain tags (not that they read them anyway). So, Sam did the smart thing, and deleted the comment, silencing yet another miserable self entitled keyboard warrior. Sam knew it made them mad, which was an added bonus, and more than that, it made them less likely to expend their efforts later, knowing that their angry words were wasted.

"You fucking people never learn..." Sam said quietly to himself, hitting the trashcan icon.

He had been accused of being a "snowflake" and participating in cancel culture for not allowing a bunch of lonely losers to be mean online, but he didn't care. It was clear to them that they had no concept of irony, as they review brigaded and reported his work every chance they got to try and shut him down, and then complained when he did it to them.

"Annnnnd... gone. Sorry, fucker." Sam said, enjoying the clean slate.

Suddenly, his home office door opened, and a young girl stuck her head in, making Sam quickly switch tabs.

"Daddy, mommy said she needs your help with dinner." his youngest Samantha said.

"Sure thing, kiddo. Tell her I'll be right down." Sam said with a smile, waiting a moment for her to leave before switching the tab back up, closing it, clearing his browser history, and rehiding his writing files in their secure folder.

Sam was always very careful with the things he did when it came to this particular work of his. It was only a side hobby, sure, but it was a kind of secret fun he allowed himself in between all the other demands of his life. His wife certainly wouldn't understand, and he had zero intention of his three kids ever finding out about it either. Sadly though, it was just one of several secrets that Sam had formed in his lifetime, but by far, not the worst. Sam secretly published fairly graphic, and usually very fucked up stories, about white women getting fucked by black men. This wasn't super surprising given that he was a black man himself, who also happened to be married to, and have children with, a white woman... but his twisted fetishes aside, he had never thought of his wife in such a way, and liked keeping this part of his darkness to himself.

He knew that part of him always bled out into his work. His view of women, his view of how slutty nurses were, his subtle recurrence of names... but as always, he was cautious to make sure he didn't put too much of himself out there. You never really knew who was on the other side, reading these things. Which is why he had signed up using a new email account, only published once he was at work, and used a VPN when he wasn't. There were literally hundreds of people at the hospital using that same free internet, so who was to say who was doing what. Especially when he routinely changed his phone's identifying information. It was kind of fun actually, like living in a dirty spy novel. The thing was, he felt compelled to relive the big mistakes of his life, as they had built up on his guilty conscience and needed a way out. Which was why he had turned to writing.

You see, Sam was blessed in many ways, a loving wife, three beautiful children, friends, a home, all the things a man should want from life. But he was also a man, and with that comes a seemingly endless string of needs and temptations, which he had fallen into. Sam had not once, but on four different incidents cheated on his wife. It was always about sex for him, not love, and in some small way he felt that made it less terrible, though he had no doubt his wife wouldn't see it that way. Every time at the hospital, and every time, a different coworker. There was no denying his complicity in it, but he felt like he couldn't help himself. They were eager for him, they had lusted for him, all of them seeming to want to try for themselves the great fetish that was BBC. How could any man deny a woman desperate for his sex? A better man could have, but he was not that man, and it ate at him constantly.

-Lindsey-

Lindsey had been younger than him, a petite blonde, fresh faced with sparkling blue eyes. She wasn't flaunting outstanding assets, but she was pretty, and she loved talking to Sam every chance she got, eventually swapping numbers so they could text one another. He hadn't been working at the hospital for too long, and was happy to have a constant companion, particularly one as slim and sexy as she was. It was one particular shift that they found themselves stuck on the overnight, the two barely able to keep themselves awake; Sam, because he had a newborn at home, and Lindsey because she and her boyfriend were not doing so well, and even rest had become strained for her. Sam was settling in upstairs, having chosen a call room a little further out that usual in the hopes of not being disturbed as much by passers in the hall, when he got a text from her.

"Hey Sam, looks like I lost you, where'd you go?" Lindsey had said.

"My secret spot, the little hole in the wall by the old stepdown unit." Sam had said back, not thinking much of it.

"Cool. Is it alright if I meet you there?" she texted back.

Sam wanted to go to sleep, but decided it was fine if she tagged along, assuming she didn't want to talk all night, which it turns out she did not. Lindsey was there a few minutes later, sliding into the cool dark room, taking a deep sigh as she did.

"It's so... cozy in here, isn't it?" she said, genuinely enjoying the reprieve from the sharp lights of the hallways.

"My home away from home." Sam had said, not bothering to sit up, "If it's alright, I really need to try and get some rest, so if you want to stay..." he continued, ending that statement with a finger to his lips and a soft "ssssshhhh".

Lindsey smiled and nodded, which he was able to see in the dim light, slowly turning her head as if to look behind her through the door, and gently locking it. She came over, a little sheepishly at first, and gave Sam a quick nudge, whispering,

"Move over."

Sam was a little confused, but willing to do so, scooting up against the wall as Lindsey slid in next to him and put her head against his chest, and arm draping over his abdomen, and her legs slightly up on one of his.

"Can I at least ask you one thing?" Lindsey said softly in the dark.

"Uh, sure... what's up?" Sam had asked, trying to hold back an erection by sheer will.

"Do you ever... think about uh, you and me?" she said, turning her face up to him.

"You mean like... together?" Sam said, hoping that's what she meant.

"Yeah, like... do you ever just look at me and want to... just fuck me right there?" she said, making his subtle hope come true with a vengeance.

Sam hesitated answering though, because in part, it felt like a trap. It always was with women, or so he felt. But, horniness was now steering the ship, and he answered as boldly as he could, hoping it didn't make him sound like a total weirdo.

"Every fucking day." Sam said, which in many ways, was entirely true.

Lindsey giggled, the way friends do when they're making jokes only they understand, the punchline being a little different, as she carefully slid up, and pressed her lips to his, his arms wrapping around her, the two embracing as their passions grew deeper. It wasn't long before Lindsey had removed her scrub top, her soft white breasts thrust in Sam's face, his dark lips tracing her nipples with his tongue, sucking them with deep satisfaction. Shortly after that, Lindsey had straddled him, her slim white hands sliding across his bottoms until they located the tense mound that was his stiff cock, her hands slowing as she touched it all over, squeezing a little here and there.

"Holy shit..." she whispered, clear enjoyment in her voice.

Sam loved hearing it then, and loved hearing every time since then. It's always nice when a woman is impressed or intimidated by your cock, pretending or not, which he presumed she was not. It was Lindsey who stood up, removing her bottoms and her panties, pulling his down, and sliding back up on the bed, lower than before as she lifted up the thick shaft of his cock, stroking it, and rubbing his balls in the dark. She folded herself down, her body parked firmly between Sam's legs as she started sucking it, the sight of her blonde hair bobbing up and down in the dark forever seared into Sam's brain. She wasn't in a rush, taking her time with both her hands and her mouth, before finally pulling back up, laughing slightly as she decided enough was enough, scooting herself forward and putting her legs on either side of him, guiding the thick mass of his dick into her tight white pussy.

"Ohmygod...ohmygod..." she said in a hushed tone, Sam feeling the tight wetness slowly taking him in.

She was gentle to start, but had worked up quite a ravenous pace, her hands pressed firmly into his chest as she worked her pussy hard and fast on his cock, soft squeals of pleasure escaping her.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..." she said quietly, her pace quickening, her body tensing up and gripping his cock hard.

The whole experience was driving Sam over the edge, and in a moment of congruous bliss, she came hard just as he did, hot jets of his sperm pumping into her body as she collapsed forward, her face buried against him.

It was the first time, but it wasn't the last. The two of them sneaking off many more times over the next four months, fucking everywhere they thought they could get away with. Quick and sneaky blowjobs, picking her up and fucking against the wall, her small frame perfect for such manly endeavors... but like all good things, it had to come to an end. Lindsey had no intention of breaking up his marriage, and she had seemingly fucked all of her relationship woes away, things finally easing up between her and boyfriend. She and Sam remained friends, until one day Lindsey decided to take a new job elsewhere, their final texts a sad back and forth about how hard it was seeing each other now, how she still wanted all the things they had shared, but had to move on. Sam understood, though it hurt him deep down too, but he also knew he had an obligation to his wife, which he had already betrayed far more than he should have.

Again, it's not to say that Sam and his wife had problems, because in every other sense, he was quite happy, as she also seemed to be, but as it is sometimes said, men have certain needs.

-Laura-

Laura was also a nurse, but unlike Lindsey, she had been in the business for a bit longer, and new her way around. She was also pleasingly stacked, her brown hair, pretty eyes, and large tits always reminding Sam of Gianna Michaels. They had actually clashed a little at first, as sometimes work mates do, but had eventually settled into a happy co-existence, that ultimately led to them having lunch together one day, where they finally connected on a more human level. Laura was married, and had been for almost 7 years now, she and her husband were finally considering kids, as they felt they were ready, but Laura was also feeling something else. Fear. She loved her husband, but she had always been a little terrified of the idea of being locked in one place forever, and she knew that once this happened, that was going to be it, she would be mommy forever. They hadn't started trying yet, which was extremely fortuitous, because she was still on birth control. Otherwise there might have been some more serious explaining to do.

They had been having lunch together, which had become a more common occurrence when their schedules overlapped, the two of them chatting and casually flirting. Just something that seems to come naturally between men and women, when Laura said something that prompted things to a whole different level.

"Ugh, it's just... I feel like trash lately, like, I'm so run down, and I look like crap, the whole thing is just making my body beg for a vacation." she had said, clearly fishing for a compliment.

"You DO NOT look like trash, Laura. If it wasn't for all these strangers around us, I'd take you right here on this table." Sam had said, half joking, half more than willing to take her right there strangers or not.

Laura had dipped her head, smiling as she covered a blush, her hand falling down on top of his, her fingers brushing against his seductively.

"Well, maybe IT IS a shame all these strangers are around." she said, looking up at him with a quick raise of the eyebrow, and a sly smile.

There was no denying things after that, particularly as Laura had kicked off one of her crocs, and was sliding her pink socked foot up Sam's leg, working her way to his groin which was hardening by the second.

"Oh my... what do we have here..?" Laura had said, her toes sliding up the mass of black dick hiding underneath his pants.

"You are playing a dangerous game, woman." Sam had said, clearly flustered at this point.

"Am I..?" she said coyly, "Whatever are you going to do to me?" she finished, taking her drinking straw in her mouth in a quite obvious manner.

That particular bill couldn't be paid fast enough, the two of them practically falling into the back of Sam's SUV, both of them making out in a rushed fury, as if they could barely contain it. Sam was beyond pleased when he got Laura's top off, the sight of her large white breasts everything he could have ever hoped for, his mouth latching to them like a starving newborn. While Laura enjoyed having her tits worshiped, a fact that Sam later learned, she was beyond ready to have sex, literally commanding Sam,

"Fuck me, fuck me right now." she had said, her head against the opposite door, her torso naked, Sam practically bursting through his pants.

Sam essentially ripped her pants off, panties included, spreading her soft white thighs, and practically cramming himself inside her he was so insanely horny at that point. Laura seemed to love that though, clearly wanting to be taken as fast and as brutishly as possible, her face wincing in the pleasured pain of his insertion inside her.

"Oh my fucking god, give me your black dick..." she moaned, as Sam did exactly that, fucking her hard in fast in the back of his SUV, her legs on either side of him.

Laura, was a freak. The best kind of freak, he would find out, as she taught him a few new things. For starters, she loved when he came on her tits. She was also the first woman to introduce him about a new love in his life, as while fucking her, she put her big toe in his mouth, which he sucked greedily as her eyes rolled back in her head. She gave him footjobs under the table, had titty fucked him on several occasions, and wasn't shy to take a load on her face either. Sam also assumed she felt supremely confident in her birth control, as she not only didn't object to him cumming inside her, she practically begged him to in the throws of sex. She was a dirty talker, and Sam positively loved it. Their relationship came to an end when Laura finally decided it was time to start being more serious with her husband about having a baby, feeling that she just needed to get one last bout of sexual freedom out of her system before finally getting tied down.

The whole affair lasted a good five months, and Laura did eventually get pregnant, thankfully by her own husband. Thankfully that is, because Sam had also been having regular sex with his own wife, Lynn, and would be having their second child in the near future.

Now, one would think that a second child and a second affair might have calmed down the rowdy young man that lives inside all men, but it didn't, at least not for long. Sam absolutely couldn't convince himself he was a good guy, not anymore, but he was trying hard not to be flat out awful. Unfortunately, it didn't last too long, as Sam had secretly started getting a reputation, one that could have threatened everything in his life. Apparently, some things are just too good not to talk about.

-Sarah-

Sarah was a beautifully dark young woman. Not dark skinned, mind you, but dark as in gothic. She was relatively new to the whole nursing deal, and before Sam had even spoken to her, he knew she was HIS kind of freak. Her short dark hair, the lines of piercings up her ears, the slight sallow hue hiding just under her big beautiful green eyes... she was the sort of girl you can practically guarantee has daddy issues. Sam couldn't help himself in many ways, he was drawn to her, introducing himself nicely, giving words of thanks or encouragement when it felt appropriate, eventually leading him to offering to buy her lunch, a seeming go to move when you were confined to a single, albeit large, building. Things had started off well enough, him asking about how she was fitting in, and if she liked it, etc, etc... when she blurted out something that he didn't know was going around.

"So, I hear you're a bit of a man whore." Sarah had said bluntly, an aspect of her that he came to love.

At the time though, he was absolutely taken by the news hoping to god it wasn't too far spread.

"What..? Who, uh, where are you hearing this?" he said, not doing a great job of hiding his concern.

"Hey, it's not a big deal, I just wanted to get a feel what this whole thing was about. If you're trying to bag me, I think I should have the right to know, right?" she said, being very plain.

"Yeah, I suppose that's fair." Sam said, still nervous about what was being said.

"So, are you?" Sarah said, giving him a quizzical look as she ate some more of her fries.

"Well I wasn't... I mean, would that bother you?" Sam had said, looking at her young, slightly freckled face.

Sarah had eyed him up at this point, taking in whatever she perceived him as, before giving him a sly smile.

"No, I don't think it would." she said, sitting back slightly, "You married though?" she finished, nodding at his wedding band.

"Yeah... I uh... I'm not proud of it, but..." Sam said, trailing off and feeling ashamed.

"Hey, it's cool, I'm not exactly looking to get tied down, so the fact that you can't works just fine for me. She's not MY wife." Sarah had said, making a very sound point.

Ironically, Sarah DID like being tied down, providing her own handcuffs on more than a few occasions, which is exactly as hot as you always picture it being. But, for all her freak ways, Sarah wasn't as experienced as she may have thought she was, her first time with Sam being a bit more than she was used to handling. They had been fooling around here and there, but never going all the way, Sam always enjoying how his advances made Sarah light up, a stark contrast from her usually dark demeanor. Sam had finally decided to take her up on an offer, chipping in for a nearby hotel, Sarah waiting for him once he was done at work, Lynn living in the lie that he was catching up on some backed up reports.
<hr pg="2" />When Sam arrived at the hotel, he texted her to find out what room, slinking off like some sort of villain in a lousy thriller, checking over his shoulder far too often to imply anything but guilt. But what was waiting for him inside was worth every second of it, as Sarah had donned dark black lipstick, eye shadow, and was wearing nothing but a dark pair of panties and fishnet stockings, sitting on the end of the bed with her soft white tits on displaying, giving him a "are you impressed" look as he came inside. Sam was indeed impressed, and took his position as the man, calling her over to him. She stood and walked seductively, her hips waving slightly, her breasts lightly jiggling behind their piercings, as she strode over to him, the two locking lips, his hands sliding down and gripping her nearly bare ass.

"I've been waiting for this." Sam said, stroking her cheek.

"So have I." Sarah said back, leaning in for another kiss.

Sam wasn't an enormously tall guy, or super muscular, but he kept fit, and was more than capable of hoisting Sarah up and over his shoulder, carrying her like a prize to the hotel bed, and flopping her down, watching her bounce back with an excited look on her face. Sam being playful, reached down and started undoing his own pants, asking,

"You ready for this?" as he unbuttoned, and started lowering them slightly.

"Give me that fucking dick, daddy." Sarah had said (clear daddy issues on full display).

Sarah however, was not used to a man of Sam's size, her eyes going slightly wider than usual, and a shocked look gracing her lips.

"Oh my god... you're... no wonder you're such a man whore. Fuck." Sarah said, scooting forward to inspect his large dark cock.

"Man Whore" had become almost an inside joke between them, which at this point, gave Sam no more pause than any of the other dirty things he and Sarah had either said or texted to one another.

She certainly wasn't a virgin, but the look on her face as he penetrated her supple white pussy made it seem that way. She winced, she cried out, he felt the physical tension as her body gave way to his advances. He was nine years her senior at this point, and despite everything she had done in her short years, he had much more to teach her. It's hard to say if it was the best sex of Sam's life, but it was certainly the most ego stroking. Where Laura had been a dirty talker, Sarah was a screamer. She cried out with nearly every thrust, and went into absolute convulsions during orgasm. It felt like he was destroying her with his dick, and it felt amazing. He fucked her so savagely their first time, riding high on her enthusiastic screams, that she actually needed a long break afterward, her shivering arms gently guiding him down next to her, where she lay clutched against him, deeply satisfied.

Like all things, it got easier over time, Sarah eagerly bending over and taking him from behind, screaming in pleasure as he held her cuffed arms behind her back. He made a point of sucking her toes, having learned to love that from Laura, also having introduced that to his wife, feigning some business about erogenous zones. Sarah willing went along, breaking the ground of several firsts, including foot jobs, and much to his surprise, her first anal. She had brought the idea up, and convinced him to give it a try, though he warned her about the possible repercussions. Her exact words as he violated her ass were,

"DO IT, FUCKING BREAK ME, I'M YOUR BITCH, FUCK MY FUCKING ASS."

Once again, how can a man say no? She was open to all types of delicious degrading things, including having cum shot literally anywhere on, or in her body, which Sam was more than happy to take full advantage of. This particular affair went on for an astounding 8 months, at which point HE had to break it off, as she was getting far too attached. Not that he wasn't flattered, of course, but he was older than her, and she was young and naive, clearly wanting something he couldn't offer, despite her earlier and more stoic proclamation to the opposite. He was genuinely worried she might spill the beans to his wife, as she had gotten much clingier over their time together, at times trying her best to coax him with sex. Sam was as reasonable as a man can be in that particular scenario, letting her down as easy as he could, afraid of setting off the emotional bomb that could be hiding beneath. It genuinely broke his heart when she said,

"But... I fucking need you."

A feeling tied to far more than their various sexcapades, and Sam new it. They had great sex, sure, but she was looking for comfort and stability in her life deep down, and it took this particular affair to bring that out of her. It was even harder when she quit, making Sam feel like an absolute villain for his part in her life, knowing, and finding out as time went on, that he would never hear from or see her again.

It was that particular run in that kept Sam on the straight and narrow for quite a while, focusing his life on work and family, something he by rights should have been giving his undivided attention all along. But, like a gambling addict, he didn't know when to quit, and in just about two years, he found himself right back there again.

-Peggy-

Peggy wasn't a nurse, she was a registration clerk who's job it was to process incoming patients. She was also a fair skinned redhead, with a beautiful bubble butt, though her breasts weren't impressive, but she had the sort of shapely legs that you just had to know where they led, and Sam was intent to find out. Sam was working the overnight full time at this point, which wasn't easy on many levels, but the pay was better, and he did have a family to support, which was also true of Peggy. During their downtime, they would sit and talk, him mentioning all the things he dealt with at home, the handful that the kids were, how difficult juggling life outside had become, and Peggy was right there with him. She was married to an overweight auto-mechanic, with whom she shared three children as well. It was almost a strange inverse. Though unlike Sam, she wasn't too happy with her husband Mark, their fighting being one of the few things they shared during the time they had together.

Peggy was a smoker, though Sam was not, and she had asked him to accompany her one night out to the parking garage to chat while she puffed one out. Sam, not seeing this as his moment, but more than happy to join her regardless, agreed and the two venture out into the chilly autumn night. It was that factor that sparked things for the first time, though perhaps it would have only been a matter of time.

"Damn, I really should have brought my coat." Peggy said, shivering, her fleece not nearly enough to keep the breeze at bay.

"That's nature's way of getting you to quit smoking." Sam said jokingly, his own coat hanging over his slightly broad shoulders.

"Yeah, bullshit to that." Peggy said, unzipping his coat, opening it enough for her to be lightly wrapped inside, and turning around, "Here, make room."

Sam was reminded of his first time with Lindsey, a thought made all the more lovely by the scent of Peggy's perfume as she pressed herself against him. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, Sam simply wrapping the open flaps of his coat around Peggy and holding her in his arms. Peggy almost lovingly tipped her head to the side, resting her cheek against his arm as he embraced her, a soft smile on her face. Sam wasn't sure what to make of the moment, seeing Peggy's bare neck crooked at an angle in front of him, his instincts in moments like these kicking in as he leaned down and started to gently kiss her neck.

"What..!? What are you doing?" Peggy said, pulling up straight and turning to face him.

"I'm so sorry, I thought that you were..." Sam said, trying to make space, "I'm sorry."

Peggy had been shocked, but she looked at him for a moment, her face softening once more, as she turned her back back toward him, tucking herself into his coat, and tipping her head to the side once more. Sam stood nearly stock still, unsure if she was indicating something in particular, which she put to words shortly after,

"Well?" she said, turning and giving him a starry eyed look, "I didn't say NO..." she finished, turning back.

Sam didn't waste another moment, leaning in and kissing Peggy's neck, her body responding in kind as she pulled herself closer against him. She moaned happily, her hand reaching up and stroking the side of his dark face as he migrated north, sucking her ear lobe, before lightly tonguing her ear, making her giggle and shiver turning around to face him now.

"Sorry I..." Sam said smiling, but she immediately leaned in, their lips locking, the two standing wrapped together, their mouths slowly opening as their tongues began to explore each other.

After several minutes, they were getting very hot and bothered, Sam more than ready to take her right there, or anywhere she wanted, but he had to ask as he pulled away slightly,

"What, uh... what about your husband?" the words hot whispers.

"Fuck him." Peggy whispered, her eyes locked on his, ready for more.

"I'd rather start with you." Sam said jokingly, Peggy smiling broadly and giving him a playful hit on the chest, the two locking back in an embrace.

Once again, much like with Laura, it all started in the back of his SUV, his windows tinted, hiding them away from the prying eyes of the world, as Peggy removed her pants, and he lowered his own, Peggy gasping excitedly as she took her first look at his cock.

"Fuck me!" she cried out, which Sam intended to, "So the whole big black cock thing is real, eh?" she said with a smile.

"I don't know about everyone else, but it certainly is for me." Sam said, anticipating the first touch of her hot wetness on his cock.

Peggy was already very fair, being both Irish and a redhead, couple that with the fact that she also worked the overnight, and she was a pale as could be under her panties, her puffy pussy lips only showing a hint of pubic hair. She lowered herself down on him, the feeling everything Sam had hoped for as she took him in, her face contorting in a slight look of pain as it stretched her out. She rode him in firm but even strokes, her hands gripping the seat behind him, her look one of quiet determination. Sam actually missed the loudness that Sarah had brought to the game, Peggy barely making any noise, though she was clearly enjoying herself. Perhaps out of stereotypical Irish shame brought on by their roots in Catholicism, but Peggy hung her head forward, her hair blocking her face, as she began muttering,

"Fuck... fucking cum... fucking cum for me." Clearly on the verge of orgasm herself.

Sam wasn't quite there, but started aiding his own efforts, grabbing Peggy's pale hips with his dark hands, working her even harder as she continued riding him, Peggy starting to whimper as she collapsed forward, spasming hard against him. The added motion was enough to send Sam over the edge, hot jets of semen pumping directly inside Peggy's unprotected pussy. Thankfully, Peggy had gotten her tubes tied after her third child, making conception nearly impossible, something they had discussed at one point some time ago, though it wasn't on his mind right then.

"Oh my... fucking... I fucking needed that SO bad." Peggy whispered into his neck as she recovered, his dark cock still deep inside her.

"Me too." Sam said, though his reasons were less sexual frustration and more about the thrill of cheating.

"I... I'm a horrible wife." Peggy said, starting to tear up a little not long after.

"Hey, hey..." Sam said, embracing her again, "Life is never as simple as we picture it to be, don't make yourself out to be some sort of monster." he finished, knowing those words were very hollow in his own life, considering the things he had done repeatedly.

And maybe that could have been it, an accident, a one time thing. But as Sam said, life is never so simple. That encounter spanning into another 7 months of regular cheating, Peggy growing more and more bold as time went on, her confidence seeming to grow with each encounter, until one night she met him wearing a skin tight black catsuit, giving him a playful meowing roar as he entered their hotel room. Sam had laughed good naturedly, and always remembered that. The sex with Peggy also got more and more adventurous as time went on, with her giving him road head as he drove her back to her car, letting him take dozens of pictures of her, post sex, his cum splattering the various parts of her body. She even began sending him nude photos from home, touching herself and saying she was thinking of him.

It wasn't his doing, most likely, but Peggy and Mark eventually split up. It's sad, of course, particularly for the kids, but they had been unhappy for a very long time, and those stolen moments of happiness between the two of them may have been all that carried her through. He didn't talk to her much anymore, life just goes that way, but he saw on Facebook that she had started dating a black guy, and it always made him wonder if he had anything to do with that. He still kept all the pictures of her hidden in a safe file on his computer, and looked at them from time to time, whenever he needed a quick thrill.

The kids got older, taking up more and more of his resources, and the cheating stopped, Lynn none the wiser for it, thankfully. But Sam still knew in his heart he was a cheater, still eyed up women, (always the white ones), thinking about how much fun it would be to fuck them, married, taken, single... it didn't matter then, and it didn't matter now. But he was trying to do right, pushing his impulses down, instead turning them into sick power fantasies about black dominance, sharing them with the world for those who were interested. So, he went downstairs to help his beautiful wife get dinner done, and listened to the kids stories about their days, and their own wild stories, before getting them settled for movie night, carrying the youngest to bed when she eventually fell asleep on the couch. He loved this part of his life, and always wished it had been enough, but there was a dark part of him that lived somewhere inside that was always asking for more... and who knew when it was going to happen again.

