A couple of days had passed since my first private meeting with Juwon. Nothing had even been mentioned or hinted at when I spoke to Akoni and Akanni the next day. In fact, we had enjoyed a nice lunch of mainly left-overs on their patio, looking out over the valley as we enjoyed a cold beer and warm weather. Juwon, however, was nowhere to be found, which was okay with me. Things had gone too far that late afternoon of the 4th of July. My husband had been called into work, and as a senior manager of a 24-hour employer, he was also on-call, so off he went, leaving me to finish cleaning the mess of bottles, cans, trash and decorations. Not that I minded so much, I just turned on the radio and work a bathing suit, and when it got too warm, that is when I would jump in the pool for a few minutes, cool off, and then get back too it. It also gave me a moment to think about what had happened, and ease my conscience about it all.
It had been a near thing, I realized, as Juwon was dry-humping his cock at my exposed crotch, and if Akanni had come looking even a minute later, she might have found her son buried to the hilt inside my vagina. If we had been strangers, it might not have been that big of a deal, but we weren’t. We were close neighbors, and we watched over each other, and looked out for each other. Juwon and I had come very close to crossing a line. He had been fingering me, making my pussy wet with need as his exposed cock was humping and had my arousal built high-enough to where I not only couldn’t stop him, but I also didn’t want to. I was rocking my hips back at him, to entice him when we were interrupted, something at the time frustrated me, but in retrospect I was grateful for. It had been a near thing in making me betray my marital vows, and who knew how much damage to my marriage and the friendship with our neighbors and good friends. It had really been a very close call.
That next weekend, my husband, Steve, had planned to take me out to a nice dinner, for a long over-due date night. He even went so far as to have flowers delivered, and left me a very nice, romantic card. He was making a genuine effort, as he knew how much work had been taking him away from me, and from us. I was bothered by it, but I understood. His position made many demands, but at the same time, the income allowed me to be a stay-at-home wife, and do the things a wife would do for her husband and household. In truth, I did like the idea of being a 1950’s kind of wife, and had even bought some dresses that would have fit that time period and lifestyle. I would make sure dinner was ready for him, and kept the house clean, and the dogs taken care of. I also had a social life outside of my husband, including a girls’ group where we played different games and would have coffee, or even wine. In the old days, those were the ‘ladies book club’. Now, we played games like Bunko and Hearts, or Spades, depending, and just generally gossiped. I also learned a lot about the other wives and their marriages.
I learned who was having an affair with whom, and that a couple of wives were learning to grow into their own physical relationship with each other. I had even been invited, but that just wasn’t for me. I knew who had what sexual kinks and peccadillos, and fantasies. If men of the 1950’s only knew what their wives would discuss! By comparison to most, I was rather plain-Jane, and I kept being asked what was my ‘dirty little secret’. So I told of my losing my virginity to a black man when he ***** me at a very tender young age, and becoming his lover. I told of some of the other sexual exploits in my pre-married life as well.
I did admit to some of my wishes for myself and my husband in bed, or rather out-of-bed, as that was our one unsatisfying sexual aspect. While my husband never failed to please and pleasure me, it was always so caring and tender, like I was made of fine crystal, and he was afraid of breaking me. Maybe it was because of the things he had seen when he was in the military, maybe it was he was raised or just who he was, but he held me on a high pedestal, sexually, when at times what I truly desired was to be just manhandled, thrown-down and fucked within an inch of my life! I loved to explore with roleplay, too, and he was just not into it, no matter how hard I tried. I wore sexy clothes for him, teasing and taunting him, but I could never get him to let me be a damsel in distress. I had some fetish-type wear, and costumes of his favorite characters, like Powergirl and the original Batgirl, and even Vampirella, but while it never ceased to arouse him, he never gave me that rough treatment. He would make love to me, never just fuck me stoopid. It was something I longed for, to be helpless and taken advantage of. Like when I had lost my virginity. But in regaling the women of my woes, they all tittered in my dreams and some took on some of my ideas as their own, with what would be reported to be exciting results. I was so frustrated to find this out!
So for our special date, I decided to dress up, and sexy, at the same time. I had to be careful, as I couldn’t reveal too much, as the restaurant was a favorite of my husband’s, upscale and conservative. I showered and trimmed my landing strip, and overall cleaned myself up. Legs shaved, underarms, and so on. I even splurged and got my hair done, and my nails. I was upstairs putting on my makeup when I heard a loud string of vile curse words from my husband. I automatically knew what it meant. Steve had to go in to work. I could hear him trudging up the stairs to tell me.
“I heard, Honey… It is okay. We can always go next week.” I offered, though to be honest, I was disappointed. I hadn’t had sex since Juwon’s seducing me, and I needed to be with my husband, badly.
Looking me straight in the eyes, he shook his head.
“Oh, nonono… We are going to dinner tonight, come Hell or high water.” The tone of his voice was serious. I had the impression he would kill whatever got in his way of a nice dinner with his wife tonight.
“Just meet me at Emile’s and I promise to be on time, or even early. I’ll text you when I am on my way, and you can then head over. This way I can have everything ready for you.”
He ended with a smile, hopeful I thought, to convince me things would still stay on track. I had my doubts, but went with his plan.
He left and I finished getting ready. I took the opportunity to change plans and instead of panties and pantyhose, I pulled on my skimpiest thong and lingerie. Dark sheer stockings and my black lace garter belt, along with my black satin thong made a striking ensemble. The strings of my thong came over my hips and to a ‘V’ at my vulva, the black satin notched to reveal my landing strip and clit, and just wide-enough to cradle my folds. If my thong was any smaller, I might just as well have gone without panties. That had actually been a consideration, but given how horny I was feeling, I was fearful of leaking my love-lubrication onto my dress, and I most definitely wanted to be presentable, even on the way out.
I pulled on a pair of black patent-leather ankle-strap pumps, and then went for the dress. Forest green satin, it was demure and yet flashy, the silky material worth the price of having it dry-cleaned before wearing it. The bodice was square-cut, but low, to reveal my cleavage down to half of my breasts, and the shoulders were puffed, leading to full-length arms, with button cuffs. The built-in shelfed corset required no bra and was very short, ending in a high-waisted circle skirt that was hemmed at just below mid-thigh. I swung my hips to and fro, and sure enough, with minimal effort, I could get the hem to my butt, and after a solid spin, I was exposed from the waist down. It was perfect!
Now all I had to do was wait. I stepped down stairs and decided to enjoy a small glass of wine before dinner, and snack on some crackers. It was careful work, as I didn’t want to smudge my make-up, but wearing waterproof lipstick and mascara helped. I had the TV on, more for background and was perusing one of my catalogues when my phone chimed with a text. Smiling, I reached for it and swiped it on. What I saw made my face fall.
“Please, I need to talk to you? I’m desperate!” was the text, and it was from Juwon.
Rolling my eyes, I texted back.
“Can’t it wait?”
“No, I’m desperate!” he replied.
Sighing, I replied back. “Where”
“My house? Between houses?”
I knew where he was mentioning, it was a long concrete run that went from the backyard to the front gate. Our side of that wall was occupied by storage bins and a shed, and was only accessed from inside the garage, or the backyard. It was where our pool equipment was, too.
“Be right there” I responded with a frown. I didn’t want to be interrupted or delayed, for when my husband summoned me.
Taking a deep breath, I left my back door and walked over. My hips had a nice, sexy swivel to them, thanks to my heels, and my skirt flipped and flitted in a teasing flirt, thanks to the circle skirt and soft, silky material. I was somewhat surprised when I stepped out from the shelter of my house and into the no-man’s land between houses, as the breeze had picked up some, and I felt my skirt flaring higher and higher with a swirling gust of cool air. Out of habit, I dropped a hand to smooth my skirt down and with the other, made my way out through the gate between us, which was surprisingly open.
I noticed his house was completely dark, and that meant that Akanni and Akoni were out for the evening. I was soon glad for that, as when I turned to start down the side of their house, the gusting wind was suddenly rather blustery, and my skirt was flying higher and higher. Up at my hips in an instant, I was glad I was wearing lingerie, and as my hands went to collect my skirt, I heard Juwon.
“I’m down here…” he greeted me in a quieter voice.
I walked further along, finally giving up with the wind on the battle for total of my skirt, and settling for just a hand to keep the front low. I could at least protect my modesty that way.
Detecting his desire for some sort of secrecy, I spoke in a lower tone, though my soft voice would make it hard to hear me. “Alright, what’s the emergency?”
“It’s this… I can’t stop it.” And he placed both hands to his waist and drew down his shorts, exposing his turgid ebony rod to me, the thick rod as big as I felt it the other day, an easy eight or nine inches, and thick, easily twice as thick as my husband’s. He was built very well! “All I can think about is you and me the other day…”
There was a certain plea in his voice and I had to wonder if he had not yet discover the techniques of self-pleasure? I stood there for along moment, thinking this through, all the while the wind was blowing my skirt and I had to look like his new fantasy. If I was honest about it, he was also looking a lot like mine. If I had not been married, I could have easily seen myself ensuring my availability to him.
“Well, Juwon, it isn’t like I can do anything here, I’m married. You know that.”
“Right now, I don’t care. I wanna’ do like we did the other day. I need to… I can’t stop thinking about it!” He started stepping closer to me, and it took me a belated realization that I was not really in a safe place, not now.
I took a step backwards, but had to let go of my skirt to keep my fingers in touch with the wall for balance. Of course, my skirt took this as liberty for a free flying lesson, and I was repeatedly exposed to my waist as my skirt flew out, up, and then down repeatedly, giving Juwon what must have been a very tempting view of my body in my best lingerie.
“Juwon, I can’t begin to tell you how bad of an idea this is. You need to find your own girlfriend, or ways to handle this yourself.” The double-entendre` I had just made was lost on the both of us in that moment.
“I… I can’t. It is almost hurting when I think of you.”
He kept advancing and I kept retreating, but as any girl will tell you, walking backwards, blindly, in 4-inch stilettos is challenging, at best, and I most definitely did not want to trip and fall, risking ruining my dress or my look for the night. It did not take him much more to catch up to me. Reaching out to my shoulders, he held me fast, and I stopped, my heels shoulder-width apart. I had lifted my hands to his elbows and started to try and dislodge his grasp of me. I didn’t put any real effort into it, because of the great differences in our physical proportions. He was about six-two, with about 200 lbs of raw muscle, and I was a heels-assisted five foot-eight, and weight 125 lbs. His coal-colored skin stood a stark contrast to my redhead pale white, and the way he was holding me nearly made my C-cup breasts touch his chest. I was going to have to stop this with my mind, not my body.
“Juwon, look. Think about this. Do you have any idea how angry your parents will be when they find out?”
“You won’t tell on me, Suzi. You covered for me last time, and you’ll just have to cover for me this time.” I could feel his hips trying to poke his member at my body, the mushroomed end of his uncircumcised shaft prodding under my skirt, just below my garter belt. I could feel the occasional slip as his cock went low, and it slid across my exposed pearl, nearly making me mew in pleasure.
“Yes, Juwon, I did cover for you.” I tried to speak matronly, like a teacher. “But only to save my own butt, too. You had me in a very vulnerable position, and if we had been caught, I would have had to accuse you of some very bad things to save myself.”
“Like what?”
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. The young man was truly that naïve. I began to speak carefully, and even slowly, to help make sure he understood.
“Like ****, Juwon. **** as in sexual assault. I’m married, Juwon, and I belong to my husband. I am not just some woman who can have sex with just anyone. I am off-limits.”
He looked like a deer in the headlights, and if anything, his efforts to have his lower body in contact with mine were growing more determined. His cock was constantly in contact with my body, above my vulva to my thong. Sliding and slithering, he had somehow managed to close the gap between us, as I had begun to relax my grip on his arms. Not out of desire, but due to a lack of focus. The only problem was that in his desperation, he was giving me arousal.
“I can’t help it!” and for the first time I began to believe that he honestly, truly could not. The hormones that had to be raging though his body had to be impressive. The testosterone, the follicle-stimulating hormone, and others had to be building a tremendous virility in him. I began to think he literally couldn’t help himself.
My mind started to wonder about what a young, virile man with the incredible physique and sexual gifts he had would do if he had no outlet. Masturbation would work, to a degree, but one thing I learned from marriage is that jacking my husband off was nothing in reducing his sex-drive compared to having actually sex with him. I doubted it would be enough, or very likely, at his age, Juwon would have to be doing it every hour. Would he find some girl? What if she said yes? Would he be smart enough to use protection? I began to doubt that, sexual need tended to make people forget the niceties, so to speak. Was he capable of ****? I was wondering about that when my grip on his arms slipped and suddenly his body was against me, like before, only now I wasn’t backed up against a door, he was holding me upright in the middle of the walk-way, my heels outside his feet, and his cock was now dry-humping me again, forcefully.
I let out aloud grunt followed immediately by a soft mewling as I began to feel his body against mine, his hips thrusting his cock against my vulva, and between my thighs, the top of his cock rubbing my labia in fully, forceful strokes. My hands were out at my sides as he gripped my shoulders, my hips rocked to meet his as my skirt floated and floated up, facilitating his needy movements. I had lost control of the situation, and of him.
“Juwon… please… stop!” I begged out softly, and not terribly convincingly.
His wordless reply was to continue, only now his voice began to grunt.
I could feel his cock sliding along my gap between my thighs and along my folds, which were now sending long signals of tingling pleasure with every thrust, in and out. My own voice began to moan, in time with his. My eyes looked to his, but they were looking down, trying to see under my skirt. He remedied that by shifting one hand to my neck and the other slid down to under my skirt and I felt him begin to yank at my thong, pulling it aside so hard I feared it would break, and nearly yanking me off my heels. But he accomplished his mission, and soon he had his hand feeling my clit while his cock now had full access to my pussy, as before, and his touch was making me lose my will to resist him.
“Stop... I... I can get pregnant!” was my last dying gasp, so to speak, but it fell on deaf ears.
Squeezing my neck from behind so hard it was almost hurting, he used his free hand to aim his cock at my vagina, pumping at it, trying to use his cock as a battering ram. I winced and breathed in through my teeth.
“Juwon... let me…” and with one hand, I guided the head of his shaft to slid my petals open and then engaged him with my entrance.
His initial thrust was hard, and sharp, pile-driving a few inches of him into my moistness. I could not help but yelp in pain with each of his thrusts, as he was forcing his cock into me so roughly. He thrust again and again, driving more and more of his black cock into my pink pussy, until I was stuck on him, and unable to dismount, even if we got caught. I was barely touching the ground on my tiptoes, as he held me with his by the neck, yet part of me was starting to thrive on this, to be manhandled and used so roughly. Juwon wasn’t going to make love to me, he was going to fuck me within an inch of his life!
Once he had fully impaled me, and there is no other word for it, he began to fuck me, again, there is no other word for it. Hard, rough, animalistic fucking is what he did to me. More than once his massive thrusts pushed me off the ground, as he leaned back and I leaned opposite him, his hand on my neck and taking his sexual pleasure from my body, no matter what I did. Yet every thrust sent incredible blasts of pleasure through me, and they kept repeating themselves, in an ever increasing pace, faster and faster, until I had my climax. I could not help it, but the young black man, with the large black cock, had forced an orgasm from me faster than I ever had with my husband, and to be honest, it was a lot more powerful than anything my husband had ever given me. My back arched and I cried out, hands clawing at the air as my limbs flexed hard and straight, my voice emitting a shrill cry of release as I shuddered, only moments later to feel Juwon’s jolting my body grow into a frenetic frenzy and then he, too, roared out as he erupted deeply inside me.
I hung there, on his cock as his hips held my thighs apart, his hand still on my neck while his cock spurted heavy blasts of his virile black seed to fertilize my white married wife’s garden. I started to look into his eyes, and he, in turn, opened his, and we just shared some non-verbal communication, while I felt his cock pumping more and more of his essence only my cervix, as it eagerly scooped into the growing pool of genetic material, my body trying to complete what his had started, successfully procreating and producing a mixed-race baby. I was confused and still helpless. Helpless on what to say and what to do. I had just been taken, yes, the term would be *****, by a young man eager to give me his virginity. I might have even been impregnated. Not likely, due to about where I was in my cycle, but still theoretically possible. Still, his body was finishing filling me with his semen, and we stayed like this for long minutes, until he finally began to soften.
“Juwon? Where are you, young man?”
We looked at each other with a sudden rush of shit to the heart. It was his father, Akoni, looking for him.
Juwon damn near threw me off of him as he reached to pull on his shorts. For my part, I reached under my skirt and hastily drew my thong back into place. A small smear of his cum had leaked onto my thigh, but I could deal with that, later. What I couldn’t deal with was being caught.
I grabbed his face with both hands.
“You were helping me in my garage, move a few boxes, got it?” I whispered harshly, and planted the worlds’ fastest kiss on his lips.
I made my way back home as fast as I could. I gave no care for what happened to my skirt as I dashed back, with Juwon smart enough to stop at the gate between our homes and call back.
“I’m coming! I was helping the neighbor!”
I went inside and to the bathroom as quickly as I could and sat on the toilet, my thong pulled aside as I flexed my Kegel muscles, trying to expel as much of Juwon’s semen from me. I was rewarded with a large plop splashing into the water, and I kept at it, getting two more successively smaller rewards as I managed to try and clear the young sperm from my love canal. I even went so far as to douche quickly, to at least be clean for what I expected to happen later that night. But Juwon’s cum would have a far greater head-start on impregnating me, if it happened.
Cleaning up, I heard my phone chime. I had to remember where I set my phone down, and saw the text, wincing. It was my husband. He had texted me twice in the last five minutes.
“I’m ready. See you there!” was his first.
“Where are you?” was his second, followed by an immediate third of “Reply, ASAP!” It was his way of showing he was concerned, and ready to cancel plans and come home.
“I’m here!” I chimed back. “Sorry, was on potty.” I was not happy about sending the message, but on that point, I wasn’t technically lying.
“On my way, see you soon! :-* ” and I added a red heart.
Later that night, my predictions came true and my husband wanted to make love to me. He was, in fact all for cancelling dinner and finding a dark place to get it done, he was so much a fan of my appearance. I did convince him to eat, first, and we actually managed to have a very nice dinner, and even some romance, before we made it home.
He even went so far as to carry me upstairs to the bedroom and I never even got a chance to get my clothes off, before he was on top of me, and trying to disrobe as he necked with me, feeling me up, and groping me. Of course, being his wife, I eagerly responded and encouraged him, but in the back of my mind, there was always Juwon, as if he was sitting on my shoulder, comparing his cock to my husband’s. Comparing his strength to my husband’s. Comparing his lust to my husband’s. Comparing the ‘just take me roughly' sex to the caring passionate love of my husband’s.
I felt bad, but I had to admit to myself that I kind of phoned this one in. After having been so intensely fucked by Juwon, sex that night with my husband just wasn’t that good, though I did my best not to show it, and I made all the right sounds and movements, even getting a small climax from my husband. But as it happened, my mind wasn’t on Steve, it was on Juwon, and his big, black cock.
It had been a near thing, I realized, as Juwon was dry-humping his cock at my exposed crotch, and if Akanni had come looking even a minute later, she might have found her son buried to the hilt inside my vagina. If we had been strangers, it might not have been that big of a deal, but we weren’t. We were close neighbors, and we watched over each other, and looked out for each other. Juwon and I had come very close to crossing a line. He had been fingering me, making my pussy wet with need as his exposed cock was humping and had my arousal built high-enough to where I not only couldn’t stop him, but I also didn’t want to. I was rocking my hips back at him, to entice him when we were interrupted, something at the time frustrated me, but in retrospect I was grateful for. It had been a near thing in making me betray my marital vows, and who knew how much damage to my marriage and the friendship with our neighbors and good friends. It had really been a very close call.
That next weekend, my husband, Steve, had planned to take me out to a nice dinner, for a long over-due date night. He even went so far as to have flowers delivered, and left me a very nice, romantic card. He was making a genuine effort, as he knew how much work had been taking him away from me, and from us. I was bothered by it, but I understood. His position made many demands, but at the same time, the income allowed me to be a stay-at-home wife, and do the things a wife would do for her husband and household. In truth, I did like the idea of being a 1950’s kind of wife, and had even bought some dresses that would have fit that time period and lifestyle. I would make sure dinner was ready for him, and kept the house clean, and the dogs taken care of. I also had a social life outside of my husband, including a girls’ group where we played different games and would have coffee, or even wine. In the old days, those were the ‘ladies book club’. Now, we played games like Bunko and Hearts, or Spades, depending, and just generally gossiped. I also learned a lot about the other wives and their marriages.
I learned who was having an affair with whom, and that a couple of wives were learning to grow into their own physical relationship with each other. I had even been invited, but that just wasn’t for me. I knew who had what sexual kinks and peccadillos, and fantasies. If men of the 1950’s only knew what their wives would discuss! By comparison to most, I was rather plain-Jane, and I kept being asked what was my ‘dirty little secret’. So I told of my losing my virginity to a black man when he ***** me at a very tender young age, and becoming his lover. I told of some of the other sexual exploits in my pre-married life as well.
I did admit to some of my wishes for myself and my husband in bed, or rather out-of-bed, as that was our one unsatisfying sexual aspect. While my husband never failed to please and pleasure me, it was always so caring and tender, like I was made of fine crystal, and he was afraid of breaking me. Maybe it was because of the things he had seen when he was in the military, maybe it was he was raised or just who he was, but he held me on a high pedestal, sexually, when at times what I truly desired was to be just manhandled, thrown-down and fucked within an inch of my life! I loved to explore with roleplay, too, and he was just not into it, no matter how hard I tried. I wore sexy clothes for him, teasing and taunting him, but I could never get him to let me be a damsel in distress. I had some fetish-type wear, and costumes of his favorite characters, like Powergirl and the original Batgirl, and even Vampirella, but while it never ceased to arouse him, he never gave me that rough treatment. He would make love to me, never just fuck me stoopid. It was something I longed for, to be helpless and taken advantage of. Like when I had lost my virginity. But in regaling the women of my woes, they all tittered in my dreams and some took on some of my ideas as their own, with what would be reported to be exciting results. I was so frustrated to find this out!
So for our special date, I decided to dress up, and sexy, at the same time. I had to be careful, as I couldn’t reveal too much, as the restaurant was a favorite of my husband’s, upscale and conservative. I showered and trimmed my landing strip, and overall cleaned myself up. Legs shaved, underarms, and so on. I even splurged and got my hair done, and my nails. I was upstairs putting on my makeup when I heard a loud string of vile curse words from my husband. I automatically knew what it meant. Steve had to go in to work. I could hear him trudging up the stairs to tell me.
“I heard, Honey… It is okay. We can always go next week.” I offered, though to be honest, I was disappointed. I hadn’t had sex since Juwon’s seducing me, and I needed to be with my husband, badly.
Looking me straight in the eyes, he shook his head.
“Oh, nonono… We are going to dinner tonight, come Hell or high water.” The tone of his voice was serious. I had the impression he would kill whatever got in his way of a nice dinner with his wife tonight.
“Just meet me at Emile’s and I promise to be on time, or even early. I’ll text you when I am on my way, and you can then head over. This way I can have everything ready for you.”
He ended with a smile, hopeful I thought, to convince me things would still stay on track. I had my doubts, but went with his plan.
He left and I finished getting ready. I took the opportunity to change plans and instead of panties and pantyhose, I pulled on my skimpiest thong and lingerie. Dark sheer stockings and my black lace garter belt, along with my black satin thong made a striking ensemble. The strings of my thong came over my hips and to a ‘V’ at my vulva, the black satin notched to reveal my landing strip and clit, and just wide-enough to cradle my folds. If my thong was any smaller, I might just as well have gone without panties. That had actually been a consideration, but given how horny I was feeling, I was fearful of leaking my love-lubrication onto my dress, and I most definitely wanted to be presentable, even on the way out.
I pulled on a pair of black patent-leather ankle-strap pumps, and then went for the dress. Forest green satin, it was demure and yet flashy, the silky material worth the price of having it dry-cleaned before wearing it. The bodice was square-cut, but low, to reveal my cleavage down to half of my breasts, and the shoulders were puffed, leading to full-length arms, with button cuffs. The built-in shelfed corset required no bra and was very short, ending in a high-waisted circle skirt that was hemmed at just below mid-thigh. I swung my hips to and fro, and sure enough, with minimal effort, I could get the hem to my butt, and after a solid spin, I was exposed from the waist down. It was perfect!
Now all I had to do was wait. I stepped down stairs and decided to enjoy a small glass of wine before dinner, and snack on some crackers. It was careful work, as I didn’t want to smudge my make-up, but wearing waterproof lipstick and mascara helped. I had the TV on, more for background and was perusing one of my catalogues when my phone chimed with a text. Smiling, I reached for it and swiped it on. What I saw made my face fall.
“Please, I need to talk to you? I’m desperate!” was the text, and it was from Juwon.
Rolling my eyes, I texted back.
“Can’t it wait?”
“No, I’m desperate!” he replied.
Sighing, I replied back. “Where”
“My house? Between houses?”
I knew where he was mentioning, it was a long concrete run that went from the backyard to the front gate. Our side of that wall was occupied by storage bins and a shed, and was only accessed from inside the garage, or the backyard. It was where our pool equipment was, too.
“Be right there” I responded with a frown. I didn’t want to be interrupted or delayed, for when my husband summoned me.
Taking a deep breath, I left my back door and walked over. My hips had a nice, sexy swivel to them, thanks to my heels, and my skirt flipped and flitted in a teasing flirt, thanks to the circle skirt and soft, silky material. I was somewhat surprised when I stepped out from the shelter of my house and into the no-man’s land between houses, as the breeze had picked up some, and I felt my skirt flaring higher and higher with a swirling gust of cool air. Out of habit, I dropped a hand to smooth my skirt down and with the other, made my way out through the gate between us, which was surprisingly open.
I noticed his house was completely dark, and that meant that Akanni and Akoni were out for the evening. I was soon glad for that, as when I turned to start down the side of their house, the gusting wind was suddenly rather blustery, and my skirt was flying higher and higher. Up at my hips in an instant, I was glad I was wearing lingerie, and as my hands went to collect my skirt, I heard Juwon.
“I’m down here…” he greeted me in a quieter voice.
I walked further along, finally giving up with the wind on the battle for total of my skirt, and settling for just a hand to keep the front low. I could at least protect my modesty that way.
Detecting his desire for some sort of secrecy, I spoke in a lower tone, though my soft voice would make it hard to hear me. “Alright, what’s the emergency?”
“It’s this… I can’t stop it.” And he placed both hands to his waist and drew down his shorts, exposing his turgid ebony rod to me, the thick rod as big as I felt it the other day, an easy eight or nine inches, and thick, easily twice as thick as my husband’s. He was built very well! “All I can think about is you and me the other day…”
There was a certain plea in his voice and I had to wonder if he had not yet discover the techniques of self-pleasure? I stood there for along moment, thinking this through, all the while the wind was blowing my skirt and I had to look like his new fantasy. If I was honest about it, he was also looking a lot like mine. If I had not been married, I could have easily seen myself ensuring my availability to him.
“Well, Juwon, it isn’t like I can do anything here, I’m married. You know that.”
“Right now, I don’t care. I wanna’ do like we did the other day. I need to… I can’t stop thinking about it!” He started stepping closer to me, and it took me a belated realization that I was not really in a safe place, not now.
I took a step backwards, but had to let go of my skirt to keep my fingers in touch with the wall for balance. Of course, my skirt took this as liberty for a free flying lesson, and I was repeatedly exposed to my waist as my skirt flew out, up, and then down repeatedly, giving Juwon what must have been a very tempting view of my body in my best lingerie.
“Juwon, I can’t begin to tell you how bad of an idea this is. You need to find your own girlfriend, or ways to handle this yourself.” The double-entendre` I had just made was lost on the both of us in that moment.
“I… I can’t. It is almost hurting when I think of you.”
He kept advancing and I kept retreating, but as any girl will tell you, walking backwards, blindly, in 4-inch stilettos is challenging, at best, and I most definitely did not want to trip and fall, risking ruining my dress or my look for the night. It did not take him much more to catch up to me. Reaching out to my shoulders, he held me fast, and I stopped, my heels shoulder-width apart. I had lifted my hands to his elbows and started to try and dislodge his grasp of me. I didn’t put any real effort into it, because of the great differences in our physical proportions. He was about six-two, with about 200 lbs of raw muscle, and I was a heels-assisted five foot-eight, and weight 125 lbs. His coal-colored skin stood a stark contrast to my redhead pale white, and the way he was holding me nearly made my C-cup breasts touch his chest. I was going to have to stop this with my mind, not my body.
“Juwon, look. Think about this. Do you have any idea how angry your parents will be when they find out?”
“You won’t tell on me, Suzi. You covered for me last time, and you’ll just have to cover for me this time.” I could feel his hips trying to poke his member at my body, the mushroomed end of his uncircumcised shaft prodding under my skirt, just below my garter belt. I could feel the occasional slip as his cock went low, and it slid across my exposed pearl, nearly making me mew in pleasure.
“Yes, Juwon, I did cover for you.” I tried to speak matronly, like a teacher. “But only to save my own butt, too. You had me in a very vulnerable position, and if we had been caught, I would have had to accuse you of some very bad things to save myself.”
“Like what?”
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. The young man was truly that naïve. I began to speak carefully, and even slowly, to help make sure he understood.
“Like ****, Juwon. **** as in sexual assault. I’m married, Juwon, and I belong to my husband. I am not just some woman who can have sex with just anyone. I am off-limits.”
He looked like a deer in the headlights, and if anything, his efforts to have his lower body in contact with mine were growing more determined. His cock was constantly in contact with my body, above my vulva to my thong. Sliding and slithering, he had somehow managed to close the gap between us, as I had begun to relax my grip on his arms. Not out of desire, but due to a lack of focus. The only problem was that in his desperation, he was giving me arousal.
“I can’t help it!” and for the first time I began to believe that he honestly, truly could not. The hormones that had to be raging though his body had to be impressive. The testosterone, the follicle-stimulating hormone, and others had to be building a tremendous virility in him. I began to think he literally couldn’t help himself.
My mind started to wonder about what a young, virile man with the incredible physique and sexual gifts he had would do if he had no outlet. Masturbation would work, to a degree, but one thing I learned from marriage is that jacking my husband off was nothing in reducing his sex-drive compared to having actually sex with him. I doubted it would be enough, or very likely, at his age, Juwon would have to be doing it every hour. Would he find some girl? What if she said yes? Would he be smart enough to use protection? I began to doubt that, sexual need tended to make people forget the niceties, so to speak. Was he capable of ****? I was wondering about that when my grip on his arms slipped and suddenly his body was against me, like before, only now I wasn’t backed up against a door, he was holding me upright in the middle of the walk-way, my heels outside his feet, and his cock was now dry-humping me again, forcefully.
I let out aloud grunt followed immediately by a soft mewling as I began to feel his body against mine, his hips thrusting his cock against my vulva, and between my thighs, the top of his cock rubbing my labia in fully, forceful strokes. My hands were out at my sides as he gripped my shoulders, my hips rocked to meet his as my skirt floated and floated up, facilitating his needy movements. I had lost control of the situation, and of him.
“Juwon… please… stop!” I begged out softly, and not terribly convincingly.
His wordless reply was to continue, only now his voice began to grunt.
I could feel his cock sliding along my gap between my thighs and along my folds, which were now sending long signals of tingling pleasure with every thrust, in and out. My own voice began to moan, in time with his. My eyes looked to his, but they were looking down, trying to see under my skirt. He remedied that by shifting one hand to my neck and the other slid down to under my skirt and I felt him begin to yank at my thong, pulling it aside so hard I feared it would break, and nearly yanking me off my heels. But he accomplished his mission, and soon he had his hand feeling my clit while his cock now had full access to my pussy, as before, and his touch was making me lose my will to resist him.
“Stop... I... I can get pregnant!” was my last dying gasp, so to speak, but it fell on deaf ears.
Squeezing my neck from behind so hard it was almost hurting, he used his free hand to aim his cock at my vagina, pumping at it, trying to use his cock as a battering ram. I winced and breathed in through my teeth.
“Juwon... let me…” and with one hand, I guided the head of his shaft to slid my petals open and then engaged him with my entrance.
His initial thrust was hard, and sharp, pile-driving a few inches of him into my moistness. I could not help but yelp in pain with each of his thrusts, as he was forcing his cock into me so roughly. He thrust again and again, driving more and more of his black cock into my pink pussy, until I was stuck on him, and unable to dismount, even if we got caught. I was barely touching the ground on my tiptoes, as he held me with his by the neck, yet part of me was starting to thrive on this, to be manhandled and used so roughly. Juwon wasn’t going to make love to me, he was going to fuck me within an inch of his life!
Once he had fully impaled me, and there is no other word for it, he began to fuck me, again, there is no other word for it. Hard, rough, animalistic fucking is what he did to me. More than once his massive thrusts pushed me off the ground, as he leaned back and I leaned opposite him, his hand on my neck and taking his sexual pleasure from my body, no matter what I did. Yet every thrust sent incredible blasts of pleasure through me, and they kept repeating themselves, in an ever increasing pace, faster and faster, until I had my climax. I could not help it, but the young black man, with the large black cock, had forced an orgasm from me faster than I ever had with my husband, and to be honest, it was a lot more powerful than anything my husband had ever given me. My back arched and I cried out, hands clawing at the air as my limbs flexed hard and straight, my voice emitting a shrill cry of release as I shuddered, only moments later to feel Juwon’s jolting my body grow into a frenetic frenzy and then he, too, roared out as he erupted deeply inside me.
I hung there, on his cock as his hips held my thighs apart, his hand still on my neck while his cock spurted heavy blasts of his virile black seed to fertilize my white married wife’s garden. I started to look into his eyes, and he, in turn, opened his, and we just shared some non-verbal communication, while I felt his cock pumping more and more of his essence only my cervix, as it eagerly scooped into the growing pool of genetic material, my body trying to complete what his had started, successfully procreating and producing a mixed-race baby. I was confused and still helpless. Helpless on what to say and what to do. I had just been taken, yes, the term would be *****, by a young man eager to give me his virginity. I might have even been impregnated. Not likely, due to about where I was in my cycle, but still theoretically possible. Still, his body was finishing filling me with his semen, and we stayed like this for long minutes, until he finally began to soften.
“Juwon? Where are you, young man?”
We looked at each other with a sudden rush of shit to the heart. It was his father, Akoni, looking for him.
Juwon damn near threw me off of him as he reached to pull on his shorts. For my part, I reached under my skirt and hastily drew my thong back into place. A small smear of his cum had leaked onto my thigh, but I could deal with that, later. What I couldn’t deal with was being caught.
I grabbed his face with both hands.
“You were helping me in my garage, move a few boxes, got it?” I whispered harshly, and planted the worlds’ fastest kiss on his lips.
I made my way back home as fast as I could. I gave no care for what happened to my skirt as I dashed back, with Juwon smart enough to stop at the gate between our homes and call back.
“I’m coming! I was helping the neighbor!”
I went inside and to the bathroom as quickly as I could and sat on the toilet, my thong pulled aside as I flexed my Kegel muscles, trying to expel as much of Juwon’s semen from me. I was rewarded with a large plop splashing into the water, and I kept at it, getting two more successively smaller rewards as I managed to try and clear the young sperm from my love canal. I even went so far as to douche quickly, to at least be clean for what I expected to happen later that night. But Juwon’s cum would have a far greater head-start on impregnating me, if it happened.
Cleaning up, I heard my phone chime. I had to remember where I set my phone down, and saw the text, wincing. It was my husband. He had texted me twice in the last five minutes.
“I’m ready. See you there!” was his first.
“Where are you?” was his second, followed by an immediate third of “Reply, ASAP!” It was his way of showing he was concerned, and ready to cancel plans and come home.
“I’m here!” I chimed back. “Sorry, was on potty.” I was not happy about sending the message, but on that point, I wasn’t technically lying.
“On my way, see you soon! :-* ” and I added a red heart.
Later that night, my predictions came true and my husband wanted to make love to me. He was, in fact all for cancelling dinner and finding a dark place to get it done, he was so much a fan of my appearance. I did convince him to eat, first, and we actually managed to have a very nice dinner, and even some romance, before we made it home.
He even went so far as to carry me upstairs to the bedroom and I never even got a chance to get my clothes off, before he was on top of me, and trying to disrobe as he necked with me, feeling me up, and groping me. Of course, being his wife, I eagerly responded and encouraged him, but in the back of my mind, there was always Juwon, as if he was sitting on my shoulder, comparing his cock to my husband’s. Comparing his strength to my husband’s. Comparing his lust to my husband’s. Comparing the ‘just take me roughly' sex to the caring passionate love of my husband’s.
I felt bad, but I had to admit to myself that I kind of phoned this one in. After having been so intensely fucked by Juwon, sex that night with my husband just wasn’t that good, though I did my best not to show it, and I made all the right sounds and movements, even getting a small climax from my husband. But as it happened, my mind wasn’t on Steve, it was on Juwon, and his big, black cock.
