My Neighbor- Ch. 11
The room was rather chilly, once our hotel room was closed and we were alone. Steve had gone out of his way to ensure we had a nicer room than normal, and he had even taken the time to set the room up for the carnal lust he had planned to witness. I flopped down on the bed, and he sat in the chair and we looked at each other for perhaps 10 solid minutes, before I told him to speak his mind.
“Just what the Hell happened, Suzi? I leave you for 5 minutes and you are letting some stranger fuck you? Are you that much of a slut? Should I think I can’t leave you alone any place, anymore?”
I let him vent his anger and frustration. Several times I had to take a deep breath as he railed at me, calling me out for what I had become. A cheating white wife who was a slut for black cock. He was right, of course, I just hadn’t quite put that label on it. What was more, my husband wasn’t realizing just why I was so easy pickings for black lovers. I didn’t want to hurt him, his feelings, or especially his ego, but the truth was he wasn’t as good of a lover as black men were. Even naïve black men like Juwon were better in bed than he was. I loved him very deeply, and no cock would ever be able to replace that, and making love with him was mostly satisfying, but nothing beat a black man taking what he wanted. I just couldn’t resist giving it to them. Not after the resort. Not after the General’s cock destroyed me. Yes, I still thought of that night and longed for his giant black cock inside me.
“Steve, Honey, please. I held out as long as I could, but you were gone an awfully long time. I would have thought you were only going to be five or ten minutes, and not nearly the hour that you were. I had men almost throwing drinks at me, and this guy sorta’ became my savior. A couple of guys were genuine creeps, and so when this guy asked me to dance, it was like being rescued. From then on, it was just downhill. We danced, we touched, he kissed me, and was feeling me up, and the next thing I knew, I was being thrown on his bed and he was feeding his cock into me. I couldn’t stop him, because by then, he had made me want him. Very badly and you heard him. He is evidently a womanizer and knows how good he is in bed. I am glad you rescued me when you did because he was making it difficult for me to say no to anything he wanted.”
“So those words I heard you say?”
“Those weren’t for your enjoyment, they were what I was feeling. He was, in his own way, making me say those things.”
“You don’t say those kinds of things to me, Suzi, and you are my wife!”
He was starting to get agitated. I held up a hand to try and calm him.
“Easy, Honey, easy. I guess I need to try and explain the differences between you and black guys in bed. Bear with me, though, it isn’t gonna make a lot of sense. At least not at first.”
“Go on.”
“Well, simply put, I love you, and not them. When you make love to me. When we make love, it is more than just the physical act of intimacy. It is more than your penis in my vagina. It is also my passionate heart loving you, and feeling how you love me. It isn’t as intense, or erotic, but it isn’t supposed to be. It is more romantic, it is more loving, it is more about being with my soulmate and pleasing him as best I can.”
“And what about, you know… them?”
“Black guys?” I grunted. “To me, it is pretty simple. We don’t make love. The sexual energy is passionate, but not in a loving way. It is visceral, it is super-intense, it is erotic as all Hell. There are so many things, but none of them are loving. You love me, and I love you, and when we are in bed, nothing else matters. But every black man who has had me hasn’t been loving. Or in one case, even pleasant. I wasn’t joking when I told you that at the resort I was ***** six times. It wasn’t fun being *****, but it was intense. More intense than you have ever been with me. You check with me and ask me things when we are in bed. They don’t. They just take.”
I looked at him with a questioning gaze, my head tilted aside.
“So, what you are telling me is that sex with them is just better?”
I shrugged.
“Yes, and no. Yes, in that the intensity is way higher. I resist, I try and defend myself, but in the end, it doesn’t matter. Look at me. I can be wrestled into submission by a kid. I am not a weightlifter unless you count my lifting a Diet Coke to my lips. But in the end, it doesn’t matter. Because of all the things that go into it. The taboo of a black man and a white woman. The taboo of a white wife and a black man. The scandal of a black man ****** a white wife, and she is helpless to prevent it. The erotic vision of dark skin on white, and a black cock plundering what belongs to another. To you. But in the end, it is not nearly as satisfying. Not to me, at least. I mean, look at me. I just got finished having sex with a black stranger. I don’t know his name, where he is from, or anything. All I know is he is a very intense lover. But in the end, I just got up and left him. I don’t do that with you.”
Now it was his turn for a question.
“What do you mean?”
I grunted again.
“It is simple. When we make love, when we are done, we smile, we cuddle, we kiss, we snuggle in and I sleep in your arms. It is the best feeling of love, comfort, and safety. I know when I am with you, my waking up will bring me the happiest smiles, both yours and mine. I will feel relaxed, I will feel loved, and most of all, I will be happy. Happy because I love you. You are the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with. Some random black guy? At best, one night. Even that is a stretch.”
“Tell me. When you were ***** by those men. How did you feel?”
“Well, in a way, it was super hot. I mean, it was like I was the ultimate damsel in distress. Like Batgirl alone to fight off the Joker and his henchmen. Like a princess being kidnapped by evil warlords and defiled. I dunno why, but that is scorching hot to me.”
“Ummm… Okay?”
It was obvious he wasn’t getting it. But then, I was feeling my own way long, learning how I truly felt about all of this. I was learning more about my sexuality, my sensuality, my preferences and more.
“I don’t really know how to explain it any better. I just know that when you and I are making love, it is amazing, and in the end, I feel good and the next day is going to be a great one. But when a black guy does what he did, at that moment? It is the absolute best. But an hour later? Nah, not so much. But it does make me lust for more of it.”
I shouldn’t have said the last point, I belatedly realized, and I could see it in his face.
“Look, I am sorry, I really am, Honey, but I am being completely honest with you. I love you, and the way you make me feel. There is nothing better than sleeping with you. I just really like how a black man makes me feel, too!”
He sat there and I could see his mind whirling as he thought about things.
“I’m gonna’ get a drink. I want you to stay put, and let me figure this out.”
“Alright, I promise I won’t leave the hotel room.”
When the door closed behind him, I was having this growing sense of apprehension. Had I just destroyed my marriage? Had I shared too much? Would he still love me? I had no answers, but while he was gone, I figured at least I could clean myself up as best as I could, and prepare myself, in case my husband wanted to reclaim his wife. I fervently hoped he would. I took my clothes off and after a shower, climbed into the bed, naked. It hadn’t been our plan, but I figured if he rented the room, we should get the most out of it. I had dozed off when I heard a banging on the door. Crawling out of bed, still naked, I opened the door, to see my husband, very *****, and being helped by some stranger. He wasn’t hotel staff.
He barged into the room, dragging Steve with him, and unceremoniously dumping him on the bed. It took all five seconds for him to start snoring loudly. It was then I realized a pair of eyes were not exactly undressing me, but taking in the fact I was completely naked, and easy prey. If he had been black, I probably would have let him have me, but he wasn’t. He was short and portly, wearing a sport coat and button-down shirt. I marked him as a business traveler, stuck here for the weekend.
I hid behind the door, holding it wide open as a couple walked past, seeing only him, if they glanced over. But when he started towards me, I grew afraid. He had that look in his eyes. He was going to try and fuck me, and I was going to have to fend for myself.
“Look, I am grateful you brought my husband up, and I am sorry he was an inconvenience to you, but I am not going to do anything with you.”
“He mentioned you were hot, but not this hot. You look like you are a helluva fuck.”
He was almost within arm’s reach of me.
“Seriously, Dude, don’t even think it. If you touch me, I’ll start screaming.”
He snorted.
“Shit, bitch. By the time anyone gets here, I’ll be balls-deep in you.”
He reached out and instead of grabbing me, slammed the door shut.
“Alright… I see I am going to lose this. Show me your dick, so I can get started?”
It took him a moment to find his belt under the flabby roll of fat covering it, but he undid it and loosened his trousers, which fell easily from his lack of a waistline. He then pulled down his boxers, ******** himself to me. I couldn’t see anything, so I knelt before him, cornered against the door.
My fingers delicately probed and then found his penis, a pathetic excuse for manhood compared to every swinging black cock I have seen, and he made my husband look positively huge by comparison. Looking up at him under my brows, I smiled as my fingers began to tug on him.
“Looks like you need to feel a woman’s touch?”
He was starting to swell in my fingers.
“Uh huh” was his only reply as he let his head fall backward.
“Then let me show you how a woman should touch you.”
His head fell back on his shoulders in anticipation of what seemed like long-needed sexual relief. I released his penis, balled my fist as tightly as I could and gave the very best uppercut I knew how right up his thighs, and punched his scrotum with all my might!
He howled in pain and bent over, while I scrambled on my hands and knees out from under him, letting him fall against the wall. He was moaning in pain, while I dived for the phone and dialed 911.
“Security, what is the emergency.”
“Please? Help me? Some guy is trying to **** me in my room!”
“On our way. Ma’am, stay on the phone with me while our agents are enroute.”
His voice was crisp, clear, and no-nonsense. Meanwhile, my would-be lover was now on the floor, curled up in a ball. His groaning was becoming annoying as he started whining that I didn’t have to do that. Moreover, my husband was asleep on top of the bed, out cold, snoring heavily. The man on the phone asked me to describe what was going on as he also reassured me help was on the way. I told him what had happened, that my husband went to the bar and I had crawled into bed. This creep had brought my husband up and so on. Soon enough, as the guy was recovering, I heard the heavy footfalls of boots running down the hallway outside. I had a passing thought of ‘Great, I am still naked before even more men, now…’
They must’ve used a master key to get in, as the door was unlocked without me and they were pushing their way in, against the fat man. He eventually managed to scurry out of the way, and three guys barged in, including one in a suit. The suited man took a position between the guy and myself, his back towards me, and the other two worked to put the man in zip-tie handcuffs, which didn’t take long. Once they had him secured, they hefted him to his feet, despite his whelping in pain, and had to help him with his trousers, using another zip-tie to close them up. No time was spent with belts and the niceties.
“Take him to security, and make sure the police talk to him.” The suited guy said.
“Yessir.”
The man was then unceremoniously and somewhat heavily dragged off. The security guys were pretty big, in the Juwon-range of size, and looked capable enough, but that creep had to weigh 250 pounds, easily. But they jostled and half-dragged him out the door, leaving me with the suited man and my comatose husband.
“Ma’am? My name is James, and I oversee security this evening,” he said over his shoulder, shielding me from his vision. “Please, allow me to get you a robe, then we can talk.”
James strode very purposefully to the closet and then, in what was an impressive feat to me, walked backward until he was close enough to let me grab the robe from his outstretched arm. He was working hard to protect me, not only my safety, but also my dignity. My husband would have liked him, had he been conscious.
“Okay, I am covered, James, thank you,” I advised, after putting on the robe.
He turned to me, his face a stern, no-nonsense professional gaze on him as he surveyed the room.
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah, my husband had about 3 too many, I guess.”
I then related everything that transpired, almost word for word what I told the operator on the phone.
“Well, don’t worry, Ma’am. You are safe now, and we’ll be making extra rounds on this floor tonight, to ensure everything stays nice and quiet.”
Then my husband chose that moment to snore excessively loudly.
“Except for him. He’s your problem, Ma’am.” He smiled at the small levity my husband provided.
“Thank you, James, but you know, I think we are just going to head home. Is there someone who can help me get him in the car?”
“Of course, Ma’am, if that is what you wish. I will see to it.” He then spoke into a mic on his lapel, and I finally noticed he had one of those clear tubes in his ear.
“Ma’am, if you would like to get dressed, I’ll be waiting outside. Please take your time and let me know when you are ready.”
It took only about 20 minutes to get ready, checked out and my husband in the car, with me driving home. The hotel waived our room fees, due to the incident, and did offer us a special rate, should we choose to visit again. This place was truly first-class, and the night manager asshole at the resort could use a lesson or three from these people.
It was after 1:00 AM when I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car, and another 45 minutes to get my husband in the house and on the couch. He was going to have a devastating hangover in the morning! For myself, I climbed into bed, with my satin sleep shirt and spent a few minutes pondering the future, before I, too, fell asleep.
“Oh, Steve! You should feel him! He is so big! His black cock is so deep in me! I can’t believe you are giving me to him! He’s going to cum in me and make your wife pregnant! I love how he feels! Black cock is so much better, Honey! I don’t want yours anymore! Black cock owns me now! He’s cumming in me, and I am unprotected! Yes! Yes! Fuck your black baby into me!”
I awoke with a shock, and as it was now daylight, I looked about. It was almost 10:00 AM, and the dream that woke me up wasn’t the first of my night. I could hear my husband still snoring in the ****** room, where he slept on the couch. I pulled on my short pink satin robe and began to cook breakfast for him. It took him a couple of days to calm down and be able to speak to me about our sex life again. During that time, I was keeping an eye on the calendar. Our court date was rapidly approaching.
“Alright, I have decided. We’ll give this one last try. Only it is going to be here. I’m not going to risk being locked out and having to listen through the door again. Are you clear?”
My husband was very direct in his expectations, and I would do it his way. Of course, it also meant I would get more black cock, and that was fine with me!
“Okay.” I nodded. “And how did you want to go about this? Did you have someone in mind?”
He looked at me as if taking my measure, and then he looked aside.
“Who would be safest to be with?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“Who would you feel safest with, if it were right here, right now?”
“Uhhhhh…” I had to think. It was a good question.
After clearing my throat and thinking things through, I had to give the only answer that would be honest. Dangerous, perhaps, but honest.
“Well, if it were right now, I would think Juwon.”
“Really? Why?” His tone was very matter-of-fact.
“Because it is simple. Right now, the only two black men I know who would be nice to me are Akoni and Juwon. Akoni, of course, is married to Akanni, and I am not about to play around with that marriage. Juwon, however, is leaving for college in the next week or so, and there is little risk of any real consequences. He knows us, and he would be gentle, I think.”
I then leaned forward a little conspiratorially and whispered.
“Besides, I think he has a crush on me.”
I ended with a smile, knowing that I had revealed the truth and that I would get away with it. Juwon most definitely had a crush on me, and frankly, I had one on him. But he was going away to college, and as he prepared, our times together had grown more infrequent. It had been several days since Juwon and I last had sex, and while we both enjoyed it, I could tell he was feeling a bit anxious, for all sorts of reasons.
My husband looked up at the ceiling and I could see his wheels turning.
“Alright… Juwon. If he will do it. But seriously, Suzi, if you don’t make it so I am there to watch, the only thing you will see is the speed of a divorce summons.”
I gulped. I didn’t know if he would really do it, but he already had grounds to divorce me. So, I took his threat seriously.
“Alright, Honey. I will talk to him. When do you want to do this and what are the rules?”
“Simple. I know you like to kiss, and I know how you react, so I am going to insist you do not kiss him. That act is too intimate for this. I don’t care how you make it happen but absolutely do not kiss him. Oh, and remember, we will do it here. No hotels where I can get locked out and miss this again.”
“Are there things you want to happen, how can I better fulfill this fantasy for you?”
He paused and had to think for a few moments.
“Do it in the living room, so I can be comfortable, for one, and for two, there had better not be anything said that would be demeaning to me. I am your husband and deserve that respect. At the end of the day, you are sleeping in my bed, and I expect to be able to have you that night, if I want to. So be damned ready once it is all over.”
I nodded. A plan was already forming in my head. Juwon was the easy part. He would fuck me in the middle of a football stadium, if he could, so one observer wasn’t going to bother him. Kissing would be a problem, as my husband was quite right. I could not help myself. But it didn’t matter who I was with. I loved to kiss lewdly while I was having sex. It made it more passionate for me. I had an idea on how to make it all work for all of us, now.
“When, Honey?”
“Tonight or tomorrow night, if Juwon is available.”
“On it.” I replied as I picked up my phone and sent a text.
“Juwon, we need to meet.”
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The next night, I had the place ready. I vacuumed the carpet very thoroughly, in case I wound up face-down in it, laid out a satin sheet and some pillows, with softly set lighting and a few other things about. A couple of my toys, some other sexual appliances, my long white satin robe and my short pink one. I was wearing white lingerie, and blood-red satin panties, as I stood atop my fuck-me red stilettos. When my husband returned home from work, I had a glass of wine ready for him, and a light snack, and as we talked quietly, I made sure to reassure him that I was his wife and loved him more than anyone. Then I asked him to grab a quick shower, while I got Juwon in the house through the back door. My husband came downstairs shortly after, wearing just his blue terrycloth robe, and took a seat where I gestured. He would be close enough to see, and even to be able to move about, if he so chose, without disturbing Juwon and myself. With Juwon in the other room, I stood before my husband, and struck my most alluring pose. Hands on one hip, and my toe pointed, I gave my husband a three-quarter view of my body, my breasts full, firm and fully displayed, my nipples already erect. My heart had been thudding as time went on, and I could feel my heat building inside. No doubt I was going to be dripping soon. I softly asked, in the most seductive manner I could.
“Is this alright, or would you like me to wear a robe? Would you like to undress me, or have Juwon do it?”
“Like this. I love your body.”
I smiled to him and gave him a sly wink and blew him a soft kiss, then turned to place my backside to my husband, bending at the waist and letting my auburn hair fall into a pool on the floor. There had to be an obvious sign of wetness in the crotch for him to see.
“Honey? Please remove my panties?”
I could feel his fingers trembling as he grabbed the thin elastic on each side of my nips and drew them down, my hips shimmying up and down as I ‘helped’ him get them below my thighs. He then drew them lower to my knees, and I could hear him inhale my feminine scent. I could no longer see what was going on behind me, and I would not have been surprised if my husband just decided to take me as I was. Heck, I was even half-way expecting it. If he did, it would be the end of his watching me, likely forever, and I would have to return to finding black cock behind his back. It was cheating, yes, but by now, there was no denying I was addicted to black men. I just couldn’t help it. However, he stayed seated.
With my heels shoulder-width apart, I let him see my petals, already glistening with my dew. I looked back at him over my shoulder and made eye-contact, before licking my lips.
“I am all yours, my Love. I am doing this for you.” I purred softly. “No matter what, I am your wife!”
He simply nodded and said “Okay.”
Taking that as my cue, I stayed like that and then called out softly.
“Juwon, it’s time.”
Juwon came down the hallway, and I had to look over, seeing how he would present himself. He entered the room, his dark skin softly shining in the candlelight and dim lamp lights. He was completely nude, and his black spear was growing as I watched him.
“Suzi, you are his wife, but for the next little while, you are taking my cock, and you are damn lucky you are already pregnant, or I would be putting my baby in you.”
I stole a nervous glance at my husband, who merely took a sip of his wine, observing as Juwon placed his hands on my ass and began to rub my butt, before spanking me firmly. I let out a cry of surprise, and then felt Juwon strike me another time, on the other cheek. He then grasped my hips and turned me, so Steve could watch with a better angle and see everything. After yet another slap on my ass, I felt Juwon reach between my thighs and rub his hand back and forth along my vulva, sending the first, soothing waves of pleasure along my body. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin rise as the tension grew from Juwon’s touch.
“Damn, you are ready…” Juwon noticed as his palm was coated with my love-juices.
I just looked at my husband and licked my lips, before blowing him a kiss.
“Of course, I am, Juwon. This is new for me, and exciting!”
I noticed then that my husband had an erection, his attempts to hide it a dismal failure. We traded gazes, and he offered me a small nod. It was his final permission. There would be no stopping it, now.
What I next felt was Juwon’s finger as he slid it up and down my petals, lubricating his digit, until he could slide me open. He used his finger to caress along my entire slit, sending new shivers of pleasure through me, my voice mewing in enjoyment. My legs were flexing to help me tolerate the stress Juwon was putting in me, and I started to lose focus. Thoughts of my husband began to slide from my mind. Soon after, his finger began to twirl about my clit, as it emerged from its hiding place, and my voice grew into moans, suckling in air between my teeth as I breathed deeply. It seemed to last only an instant and yet forever. I was growing more needy, and yet the pleasure was so amazing. Juwon was controlling me, playing my voice like a fine instrument. A quick glance saw my husband with his cock no longer hidden and a finger lightly caressing himself. I had a momentary thought of wishing I had placed a towel out for him, in case of, or when, Steve shot his load, but that thought was utterly shattered by what Juwon did next.
On a back-slide of his finger, he simply adjusted the angle and found my entrance, then pressing his slick digit into me in one slow motion. My vagina had been tight as a drum from the pleasure, and when I felt the pad of his finger caress my sweetest of spots, it made my back arch up and I cried out in passion. I was standing, now, with Juwon’s hand between my thigh from behind and his long, thick finger deeply in my womanhood, crooked softly to massage my most sensitive nerve endings. My voice grew into loud moans and cries as he mercilessly teased my pussy, my arms down and outstretched, my hands flexed into claws. I nearly lost my balance, and Juwon saved me from falling by grabbing a handful of my hair and holding me upright. The pain of his grip brought me down a little, but he never let up in my vagina, my Kegel muscles flexing furiously. He had me up on my tiptoes with pleasure, while my tongue was waggling in the air, eager to lewdly lick another. I was close. Oh, so close. I was beyond wanting an orgasm to needing one very badly, and it was mere moments away. Then the thing I never expected happened. Someone rang the fucking doorbell!
“I’ll get it.” Steve offered quietly.
It let Juwon continue, only now he was challenged to bring my body back up to where I was. My body upright, and plainly visible if one looked at me, Juwon’s and my body nearly side-on to the door. So, he continued to torture me, sexually, while I could hear Steve deal with the visitor.
“Yes?” my husband asked in an irritated tone. How he hid his erection was a mystery to me.
“Excuse me, Sir, and… ummmm… I am sorry to bother. But could I… ummmm…interest you in information… on our new solar energy… program?”
Obviously, the guy was distracted from his pitch, by not only hearing, but seeing a black man sexually teasing a white wife, while her white husband was trying to get him out of the way. But I had to hand it to my husband. He could be very direct, when necessary.
“No.”
Steve then literally shut the door in his face firmly. No doubt our display would be the focus of his masturbatory functions for days, if not weeks, to come.
“I’m sorry…” Steve addressed us calmly. “Please continue.”
I stole a glance as my husband re-took his seat, and realized his erection must have died with the doorbell. I hoped it would soon return. But Juwon soon stole my attention back to where it belonged. On his body and mine. His finger was swirling gently inside my slickness, and then re-focusing at times on my G-spot, making my voice moan and mew and groan in a cacophony of feminine cries, each one seeming to grow louder. His pace was picking up as well, and I was soon crying out loudly, my body’s reactions once again at near-peak levels.
“Give it to me, girl. Cum for me, before you feel my cock in you. Before you feel my cock fuck you. Before I cum in you and make you wish you had my baby!”
Boom! Instant detonation, and I screamed in a passionate wail, my body in full flexion as I shuddered hard, Juwon wisely pulling his finger from my opening before I accidentally broke it in my wriggling and flexing body. My arms reached out, my fingers clawing at the air as I stood on my very tiptoes, trusting Juwon to hold onto my hair for balance, so I didn’t fall forward on my face. My chest was heaving for breath, my breasts heavy as they bounced softly in my body’s reactions to Juwon’s touch, his black finger causing more devastation than my husband ever had. As I began to come down from this, Juwon was careful to collect me by my waist and keep me from falling, or worse, simply hanging from my hair. He gently helped me to my knees, where he moved to face me. It took me only seconds to realize what he wanted, as he slapped my face with his soft cock. It was humiliating, in a way, but at the same time, it got me so turned on. Still recovering, I reached up and daintily grasped his cock, and took a few moments to just feel him with both hands. I slid my palm along his cock, and felt his jewels, heavy and laden, and large. Not huge like the General, who knocked me up with his black baby, but bigger than my white husband’s.
Collecting myself, I looked over at my husband, who had now regained his erection, and was gently touching himself. Again, we exchanged glances and he nodded. From here on out, Juwon was going to fuck me, and there would be no stopping it. So, I looked back to Juwon, my blue eyes gazing up at his under my brows, and I smiled seductively, before placing a big, soft, pouty kiss on the velvety end of his uncircumcised shaft. My lips drew the soft foreskin gently, stretching it to try and tease him, letting it pop from my red-painted lips as I felt his hardness growing. My fingers tickled ever so softly on the soft, sensitive underside of his cock, from the tip to the base. My palm cupped his massive black scrotum, and began to massage his jewels, my perfectly manicured nails lightly skritching the base of his sac. I heard him growl in pleasure, and felt his hardness growing even more, until his black speak was thumping in my other hand, in tune with his heartbeat.
Juwon dropped his hands to my head and began to massage my scalp with his fingers as he manipulated my head as the thick mushroomed head peeked past his foreskin and I stuck out my tongue and used just the tip of it to tease his slit, before lowering my lips to place another, soft, pouty kiss on the head. I never let my eyes break contact with his gaze as I moved, to let him know how important he was in my present moment. My husband was now all but forgotten as he sat maybe three feet from us. I had no idea what he was doing, but stroking himself was a good bet.
My kiss on Juwon’s cock ended with my parting my lips and sucking his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue flail side to side underneath his girth, to tease his own sweet nerve endings. His moan told me I was hitting the jackpot. I pulsed my head back and forth slowly, while my one hand still massaged his balls, and let my tongue pleasure him as well. It took several minutes, but I soon tasted his pre-cum on my tongue, a salty-sweet taste I favored, actually. Certainly, more than my husband’s cum, which had a bitterness to it. It was then my cock sucking had to get serious, and I shifted gently, arching my back and sliding both hands around his hips to grope his tight, soft butt. Juwon definitely had a nice ass.
I rose on my knees, arching my back and tilting my head softly, then began to swallow hard, to draw Juwon’s black cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Before I hit that limit of gagging, I inhaled deeply through my nostrils, and using my arms and legs, literally pulled myself onto him, while my legs pushed me even deeper. I could tell I had succeeded as I felt no gagging as his cock now had closed off my windpipe. I used my arms to pull me deeper, while I felt my throat distend, the swelling obvious as I heard a slight moan from my husband. It did not take much longer for me to feel Juwon’s curly pubic hair tickling my nose, and I pursed my lips while twisting my head to and fro. I wanted to leave a ring of my lipstick on the base of his cock, a mark of my prowess to any other girl who thought she could challenge my sexual skills.
Juwon’s hands soon began to thrust my head in and out, letting my mouth and throat tease his long black cock fully. But it wasn’t for long, I needed oxygen and I shifted my hands to his thighs, to try and push myself off. But I think he was getting too into it, and he would not release me, until I heard my husband’s voice.
“Juwon…” was all he said, but Juwon got the picture and let me pull myself off, until I could breathe again.
I looked up at him, wiping a dribble of slobber off my chin with the back of my wrist, grinning at him.
“I bet nobody’s done that before…”
He simply snorted and shook his head.
“Time to fuck, girl…” he baritoned.
Hands on my hips, he turned me around, until I was facing my husband, and then pushed me over, until my hands were on either side of the overstuffed chair Steve was sitting in. His feet kicked the insides of mine until they were shoulder-width apart, and I then felt his cock nudging at my slit, sliding the head up and down, until my petals parted for him. He then found my entrance, and engaged his cock with my hole and began to push.
I gasped, loudly as his second thrust forced my vaginal opening to accept his thick black cock into my white body, my eyes going from gazing into my husbands’ to vacant in an instant. He then began to thrust again, firm, incessant thrusts that forced my tightness to stretch and accommodate him. My mouth dropped agape, and I was moaning loudly with every fraction of an inch his cock penetrated me. Every one of his penetrating thrusts caused my ample bosom to jostle in unison, both of my heavy breasts showing hard and erect nipples as my arousal was so plain to see. My husband could not miss them, as my nipples were mere inches from his face. It took him perhaps ten thrusts to get his cock fully inserted inside me, and I could feel his body against my butt. He rested there, allowing me a moment to accommodate his cock, and then Juwon’s act of fucking his girl got serious.
Juwon grabbed me by the hair, pulled me upright and began to thrust. Slowly at first, and then as his arousal built, more deeply and harder. I could not control my voice and as each long, slow thrust massaged my sweet spot, my pussy was collapsing on his mighty black warrior, squeezing his shaft to build his arousal. It became a vicious circle, though Juwon, perhaps, wished to make a point. He shifted his grasp to my elbows and began to pull me tightly against him then drawing me backwards from my husband’s close-up view. Walking backwards in heels can be tricky at times, and this was one of them, but Juwon’s grip on me would not let me trip or fall. Turning me slightly, he then began to fuck me in earnest, now, his pace hard and demanding, making my voice wail with every breath. I had lost all sense of self, as that amazing black cock seized control of my body from my mind. I was now reduced to what I truly was. A white wife fucking a virile, powerful black man. Every thrust jolted me forward, and Juwon drove me across the room, until I was facing the front window, the blinds down and slats tilted, but not fully closed. Anyone who was determined to see inside my house would see me being royally fucked by my black neighbor’s son. It was then I heard my husband grunt loudly and I managed to look, seeing him spew his semen into the air. His spurts were heavy, longer, and more of them than I ever remember his doing, and they shot seemingly everywhere. I had a half-baked though that I would have to…
My thought died as my husband’s climax must’ve sent Juwon into overdrive. Perhaps it was because he knew he could outlast my husband? Had greater stamina, power and prowess to go with his magnificent black baby-maker? I don’t know, but in moments I was wailing at the top of my lungs as Juwon was fucking me frenetically and then even frantically, until his thrusts became erratic and he then blasted off inside me, triggering my own orgasm. I screamed as I shuddered in his grasp, my body held up by his black cock cumming so deeply inside me, and his hands gripping my elbows.
My pussy was massaging his cock, my body eager to complete the sexual act of successfully mating with this black man, despite the fact I was already pregnant by another black man. I could feel his body in me, seemingly pulsing as hot jets of his thick, heavy cum coated my quivering cervix, as it was trying to scoop more and more of his black seed into my white garden, to fertilize me and give me his baby. Of course, if would not happen, my womb was sealed up by my body’s own protections of the life growing inside me, but both of us would work our biological butts off to make it happen anyways.
As we recovered, I didn’t look at my husband but up over my shoulder to Juwon as he held me close, and I planted a single soft kiss on his lips. Nothing deep, not the tongue-lashing variety I would have loved to share with him, but I felt I owed him something emotional for the special moment he and I shared with my husband. If my husband got upset, screw it. He was going to have to cope. I was in my post-coital bliss and needed to feel that closeness with the man making love to me. Juwon wrapped his arms about me, holding me close across my chest and stomach and we stood there while I felt the last of his pulsing cock’s ejaculations into my soaks and flooded pussy. My eyes closed, I hadn’t even realized my husband had risen and left us standing there in front of the bay window. It was just the two of us as we recovered.
“Are you okay?” Juwon asked.
I giggled.
“Lover, I am more than okay. That was amazing!”
I went to kiss him, but remembered I had to hold back. So, I laid my head back against his shoulder and we swayed back and forth for several minutes, until I felt his cock fall from me with an audible plop, followed by a very large dollop of his cum falling into the carpet. I didn’t care about having to clean it later. Not then.
Our quiet moment of reverie was interrupted by my husband, who had dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and had bottles of water for the two of us.
“You look like you both need this.” He said quietly.
It was true, Juwon and I were both sweaty messes, and our bodies were mixing sweat as we shimmered in the dark lighting. Taking both bottles from him, Juwon then opened one and handed it to me, while he stood back, making sure I could stand upright.
“Thank you, Juwon, for an amazing time and your gift to us. But I think it would be good for you to go home, now. My wife and I need to talk.”
Juwon had taken his dismissal pretty professionally and simply gave me a nod, and then collected his clothes and stepped out of our house through the back door, still naked. I don’t know if he dressed or not, but at that moment, Juwon was out of my focus. It was now on Steve.
We looked at each other for several long moments, and I tilted my head, still standing nude in front of my husband, my body sheathed in sweat and a long series of drips leaking from my vagina. Juwon had placed quite a large load of semen inside me.
“Well? What are you thinking?”
“How about you take a shower and get cleaned up, and then we’ll talk.”
We ended up talking late into the night. I cried, he cried, and in the end, we made love. It was every bit as beautiful as Juwon had been scorching erotic. That night, I snuggled into his arms as he fell asleep. I could only lay there. Tomorrow was the day we went to court for the hearing, and my future.
