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Part 1 :

Rosemary was anxious. She didn't know why. Her husband Ray, a professor at New Orleans University, was playing tennis. Their four c***dren were spending the weekend with their grandparents. Rose had planned to go to the Jazz Palace. They had an excellent Jazz band, the establishment was clean as a hospital operating room, and Khristian one of the servers was a good friend. Khriatian had reserved a two chaired table in the front of the stage about halfway back.

Rose lived in the suburbs, Spring Valley and took public transportation downtown. She didn't like driving in the stop and go traffic, and she was adverse to paying the exorbitant prices to park. She did enjoy the bus ride because she could read a novel or look at the passing landscape that had changed so much since Hurricane Katrina. The bus stopped at the corner of Bourbon and St. Ann's Streets that was only a half block from the club.

Rose dressed simply but elegantly in three-inch heels, a light beige mid calf skirt, and a lightweight blouse to remain as fresh as possible in the heat and humidity of the city. The blouse was conservative with a high scooped neckline that did nothing to hide her voluptuousness. Her shoulder length brown hair framed a beautiful oval-shaped face with brown eyes and full lips. With her slender figure, few would suspect she was a thirty-five year only mother of four. Her only accessories were a pair of dark green earrings and a circular pendant that matched her earrings. She got to the Jazz Palace early. Khristian greeted Rose with a smile, who led her to the reserved table and took her drink order. When she returned with a glass of Mos**to, she sat in the empty chair and began to chat. In fifteen minutes, she talked about work, her family, and a great deal of trivia. Rose listened attentively.

The two women chit-chatted a few more minutes because the band was on a break, and there weren't many customers. It was still early for a Friday night. After a few more minutes, Khriastian leaned forward and whispered, "We have a new drummer, handsome as hell, but a player. I'm sure he'll hit on you before the evening is over."

"I don't believe to a thirty-five-year-old mother of four will be attracted to a much younger male."

"Rosemary, you're exactly what these guys are looking for, a MILF. Do you know what that means?"

"No, I don't. What is a MILF?"

"Mother I'd like to fuck."

"What, you've got to be k**ding me."

"No, I'm not. You don't look your age, and you're beautiful and built for pleasure."

"You mean I have large breasts."

"That's only part of it. Your face, your hair and your shape make you a perfect target for these guys. You'll see. I'll be back," she said leaving.

The Jazz band came on to the stage, one following the other. The fifth and last one was a tall black and handsome. He was empty handed which meant he was the drummer. They played TUNE after the each band member was introduced. They were splendid, but their beat and flare of the music was the drummer. He handled the sticks as though he was born with them in his hands, and he played with style and confidence.

Rose relaxed. Enjoying the music, sipped on two glasses of wine, people watched, her eyes almost always returned to the drummer.

They played non-stop until nine.

Khristian brought her a third glass of wine and set down. "Did you like the band?"

"Yes, they're superb. They play the kind of jazz I grew up with." She answered Khristian's question just as they were interrupted.

* * *

"I'm glad to hear that ma'am. I'm Donavon

Reynolds, the drummer, May I join the two of you?"

Rose looked at Khristian.

She crossed her eyes as a signal.

"I'm sorry; I'm about to leave, and Khristand and I have some important business to finish," Rose said smiling up at him.

He stepped back and returned her smile. "Could I at least have your name?" He handed her his card.

"I'm sorry no. I don't give my name to total strangers, but thanks for asking."

"Khristan, would you please introduce us?" He asked looking from Rose to the server.

Mary shook her head negatively.

"I'm sorry. Donavon, but you're too forward. You're rude asking for such information and putting me in an embarrassing position. Would you please leave so we can finish our business?"

He nodded, smiled at Rose. "I'm sorry if you think I'm rude. That was not my intent. I only wanted to introduce myself to the most beautiful women in the club tonight. I hope to have the chance of being accurately presented the next time you come."

"Thank you, Mr. Reynolds, for apologizing and for the compliant. Good-by," She smiled and turned to Khristian.

As he walked away, she observed the pants hugging his narrow hips and well-shaped ass.

Riding the bus home, she thought about the handsome Donavon and decided not to go back for at least a month.

* * *

During the next three weeks, Rosemary took advantage of her not going downtown on Friday nights to make love to her husband.

Ray was deaf, but he could tell when Rose was moaning and groaning during foreplay, and when she had vaginal orgasms. He was a great lover, who was patient during sex, and he used his hands and mouth to keep Rose stimulated for over an hour.

Rose's life was busy with four c***dren with the oldest being thirteen and the youngest seven. Roy took them to school on his way to the University. She had a housemaid, but Rose did all the cooking. Food for six hungry people includes a lot of labor and helping with homework takes a considerable of time, but fun because all of her c***dren were intelligent.

The fourth Friday after her last visit to the Jazz Palace, Rose was preparing to leave so she would be there before the crowds gathered. She decided on a brown khaki skirt with a hemline at mid-calf, and a green blouse she could button to her throat. Brown, four-inch heels, completed her ensemble.

She was more anxious this Friday than four weeks ago because she wasn't going to be able to avoid Donavon Reynolds

The New Orleans weekly news magazine published an article about him, because of his unusual ability and style. The publicity added to the Palace's reputation and attracted larger and larger crowds.

Rose got off the bus at the usual intersection. Walking into the Palace, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse that revealed a hint of cleavage. A little bit of show wouldn't hurt, she thought as she reached the entrance.

She had called Khristian that she was coming, and her usual table hand a "Reserved Card" on it. Khristian brought her a glass of Sherry as soon as she laid her clutch purse on the table.

"Thank you, Khristian. I wasn't sure there would be a place to sit after seeing the article in the weekly magazine about Donavon."

"It's a good thing you got here early because the tourist might have ignored the reserved sign. All this week we've been at or above capacity. The owner is worried about the Fire Marshall paying us a visit. How have you been doing? I haven't seen you here for several weeks."

"I've been busy with the k**s, doing homework and assorted charity work.

"Glad to hear your busy and enjoying yourself. Would you like a menu just in case?"

"That would be nice." Rose smiled.

Khristain hurried through the growing crowd.

Rose examined the room, saw some familiar faces but lots of new customers. Rose sipped her Sherry, surveyed the menu, and wondered why she had butterflies in her stomach. Sitting in the middle of the room, she could see almost everyone in the Palace except for those directly behind her.

The five-piece band filed to the small stage to polite applause.

She noted her anxiety, her upset stomach, and she held her body rigid as she waited to see Donavon.

His light chocolate skin was glowing in the spotlight. Short black hair and a full beard and mustache covered his face This was a change from a month ago. He wore a white mock turtleneck shirt, black trousers, and black loafers.

He searched the crowd before sitting down at his drums and taking the sticks in his hand ready to begin.

The leader of the band introduced each member of the group, and then each of them played a short piece. When Donavon started with a drum roll, the crowd stood to applaud. He played a long number showing not only his ability with the sticks but also with an unusual jazz rhythm. The applause was deafening when he finished. He smiled, rose, bowed, and waved to the crowd.

The band had played six numbers before the leader asked for requests. They had played song after song until nine before they took a break.

Rose was worried what might happen during the break. She finished her third Sherry, which was one over her usual limit. She looked up and saw the manager of the Jazz Palace come to the table followed by Donavon.

"Mrs. Wolfe, I'd like to introduce you to our new drummer who has brought additional fame to our little club and the band. Mr. Donavon Reynolds, I would like you to meet one of our most loyal customers Mrs. Rosemary Wolfe."

"Thank you, Juan. I'm more than pleased to get finally to meet you formally. May I join you?"

Rose grinned from ear to ear and indicated the empty chair.

He sat. "Mrs. Wolfe, I apologize for being both rude and forward when you were here last. I hope you accept my apology?"

Rose was impressed with the introduction, by his words, and his sincerity. "It's a pleasure for me to meet you Mr. Reynolds, and am pleased you'd like to join me," she said gracefully. Up close, in his outfit, and the sheen of perspiration on his face and head was sexy. She felt like a teenager with a great deal of fear talking with a handsome younger man. The first black man, with whom, she'd ever had a meaningful conversation. "Did Khristian give you my name, before the well done and unexpected introduction.?"

"No, she didn't break her confidence with you. I found out from the members of the group. They told me you had been coming fairly regularly for about a year and a half, always on Friday. The also mentioned how beautiful and how well dressed you are."

"I'm shocked they knew me and noticed the details of my clothing. After all, I've never spoken to any of them. Please thank them for me," She blushed.

"I can tell from your beautiful accent that you're a native. I'm from New York City" He stared into her smoldering brown eyes.

She returned his stare. "I knew you weren't from here because of your accent and your vocabulary. You also have excellent manners, even though sometimes belatedly." She smiled at him differently than she did four weeks ago.

"Thank you. Since, we are trading compliments. I was instantly attracted to you the first time I saw you sitting in that very chair."

"I find you attractive too, but I'm a married woman with four c***dren. She looked at his hands."

"I assumed you were married because of the ring, but I'm surprised that someone with your shape has given birth to four c***dren."

"It's true, they're thirteen, eleven, nine, and seven: boy, girl, boy, girl. During my fifteen years of marriage I've been a baby factory and housewife."

"Are you disturbed or distracted by me?" He asked.

"No, why do you ask?"

"You never look directly art me, and I don't believe your shy."

"I'm sorry, but I've never had a conversation with a handsome black man before." She looked him directly into his eyes and smiled

"I've changed the subject. You and your husband must have planned the spacing of your c***dren."

Yes, we did, We wanted them close together, so when Sally goes to the first grade next year I can go to work.

You're probably going to work to have the money when they all start college." Donavon continued to study Rose's face and the hint of cleavage.

"Your very perspective for a man your age."

"How old do you think I am?"

"My guess would in your middle twenties." She finished her drink.

"Your right on the money. My break is almost over are you going to stay for we finish out next set?"

"I'm about to leave. I have a weekend of soccer."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I look forward to speaking with you again. Will you be here next Friday?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll probably be here." She waved to Khriasian.

Donavon picked up Rose's hand and kissed it. "It's been a perfect pleasure for me to get to speak with you. He turned and hurried to the stage

Rose watched his tall, athletic figure move gracefully through the crowd. His kissing her hand startled her. It was like an electric shock. She felt deep in her core. I wet my panties, and my nipples became rock hard. I haven't had that kind of feeling since I first kissed Roy.

* * *

Rose had a good time with her family over the weekend. She was busy during the week playing with her c***dren and helping them with their homework.

She had lunch with three lady friends on Wednesday at a local Panaras. They drank coffee and gossiped. When she heard the rumors of who was running around on who, she was shocked by how much she was out of the loop. She wasn't aware of all the things that were happening in her neighborhood. The gossip, however, reminded her of Donavon. The tall, dark, and handsome drummer. He was an excellent musician with a friendly personality and good manners.

The rest of the week, she spent more and more time thinking about him. She scolded herself for having carnal thoughts about a younger black male, but that didn't stop her from having unexpected feelings about him. By Friday, she was a tinderbox or anxiety and lust. She knew all her thoughts were fantasy because he played until two-thirty in the morning. There would never be time to see him outside the Jazz Palace.

Friday night, she wore a simple black cocktail dress, with a modest neckline, and the bottom of the dress was a knee high. She waited impatiently for the bus. Once on the bus, she thought it was moving too slow. When she got off the bus, she walked faster than normal to the Palace even though she was early.

Khriatian saw her walk in the door and had her a glass of Mos**to on her table before she sat down. "I'm glad you got here early; there are several conventions in town. I believe we'll be maxed out before seven-thirty. I brought you a menu just in case you get hungry."

As she left, Donavon came to her table carrying two glasses of wine. "Good evening Rose, may I join you?" He asked with his charming New York accent and smile.

"Please do." She returned his smile.

"It's nice to see you again especially in that beautiful cocktail dress."

"Thank you. You're not wearing your usual outfit." She looked at him in a quandary.

He drank some wine. "I'm only playing one set tonight, and I was hoping you'd allow me to spend some time with you."

Rose gulped. He wants to spend time with me or try to seduce me. What should I say? He's a handsome, intelligent and courteous, but he's a horny black male. "That would be nice, but I have to catch the eleven o'clock bus."

"I understand, and I'll have you there on time." He finished his wine, sat the glass down, took one of her hands in his and gave it a slight squeeze. "I'll see you a little after nine" He flashed her a white toothed smile.

Rose watched his broad shoulders, narrow waist slender hips, and a beautiful ass. She flushed, her nipples hardened, and her stomach was full of butterflies. What if he hits on me? What should I say? I don't know. He makes me feel like a teenager, I feel like a young, vulnerable woman deciding if I should give him my innocence. I've only seen him three times. He's almost a stranger. I don't know anything about him or his background. He could be a serial killer or r****t for all I know. It's alright, he won't hit on me.

The five-piece band filed onto the stage. Donavon was at the end of the line as usual. At six foot two inches tall, he was dressed in black slacks, polo shirt, and black loafers, he was an impressive specimen.

The band leader told the audience they were in for a special treat. Then he introduced each band member who played a short piece. Donavon's solo lasted thirty minutes and had the audience applauding and loudly shouting. When he pulled off a complicated RIFT of complex notes along with his impressive method of twirling the sticks. He received a standing ovation for his solo.

For the next hour, the band played some set pieces and with a piece where Donovan was the soloist accompanied by the other four players.

The crowd stood to applaud and shout as the band filed out with Donovan last. Smiling and waving he followed his mates.

The band leader then took requests for the next set.

Several individuals stopped Donovan on the way to her table. He walked smiling to Rose about fifteen minutes later.

Finally, he arrived. "Let's get out of here, I'm tired of Jazz, and I know a place where we can dance."

Rose was surprised by his request but decided it was okay since she had less than two hours to catch her bus.

They talked about his playing, and Rose kept complimenting him and telling his how talented he was.

" I started beating on my hand, the furniture, and anything that make a sound since I was three or four." He told her he was first trained by his grandfather and played in bands all through high school. He went to COLLEGE where he majored in bass instruments. "After that I got a scholarship A UNIVERSITY where I got an MFA." Luck was with me, and I went to work playing for NAME. When the snow got to me, and I decided to move south. How about you?" He asked.

"I'm a Louisianan by breeding, birth, and growing up here. I met my husband Ray while in college. He was a veteran who lost his hearing while in the military. He was working on his Ph.D. We were married right after college, and I became pregnant a little over a year later. I've been a housewife and a mother of four.

"It's amazing that you've had four c***dren and look like you're less than thirty. Here we are at The Dance Club," he said.

They entered, and the bartender said, "Donavon, what are you doing here so early. You usually don't show up until about three."

"I only played one set and decided to bring this beautiful lady her to dance. Give us a bottle of your best Mos**to and a menu."

"Donavon, I already have had my limit."

"I insist you have at least one more, to celebrate my short night and our first chance to dance together."

"Okay, but just one."

He poured the drinks and held up his glass as a toast. "To the most beautiful woman in The Dance Club."

She took a sip and said, "Thank you for being a real gentleman."

"Let's dance before it gets too crowded." He took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms but kept a modest distance between them.

He was a good dancer and showed her off with some dips and spins as they danced to three songs.

"You're an excellent dancer. I haven't been dancing in a long time."

The both downed their wine and poured them another glass.

The dancing has made me thirsty. Where did you learn to dance like that?"

"I grew up with music and dance. My parents danced, and I had three sisters who helped me along the way. My parents told me that a trained dancer would have no trouble getting dates." He stared at her.

Rose was embarrassed because of the way he was looking at her.

They talked for a few minutes and sipped their wine.

"Okay, break time is over." He led her back to the floor, which now had more dancers, and Donavon held her closer.

Rose liked his deodorant, his strong, graceful body, and his erection against her stomach.

He pulled her closer, putting her arms around his neck, and took her ass in his hands squeezing in time with the music.

"Donavon, this isn't proper."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, but..."

He kissed her lightly on the lips.

She blushed but didn't say anything.

He led her through a complicated number of dance steps, which ended with her leaning back and his leg between hers.

She blushed again, as he led here back to the table

When she sat down, she was flushed, hot, and horny. She finished her third glass of wine.

"It seems you're enjoying yourself." He placed his hand on top of hers.

"I am, but you're a little over the line with your hands and the kiss.

"You didn't enjoy the kiss? He asked

"I did you have kissable lips, and your deodorant is perfect for you. It's about time we started toward the bus stop."

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yes, I always get home around eleven." She stood.

* * *

He allowed her to precede him to the entrance.

They stepped into a foyer where he paid for the wine to a young land behind the desk. He stepped into an area used, in the winter for hanging coats. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She didn't resist.

He kissed her passionately and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and dry humped her.

She turned her head away. "We can't do this. I'm a married woman, and I have to go home."

"Does that mean you didn't like the kiss?"

"I didn't like the French kiss, or you're rubbing yourself against me the way you did. It's not proper behavior. I want you to take me to the bus stop." She was obviously upset.

He guided her out of The Dance Club with his hand around her waist. He turned left away from the bus stop.

"Donavon, this isn't the way, that will give us a few more minutes together." He pulled her closer. "There is another one two blocks this way," he said keep his arm around her waist.

They walked about three-quarters of a block. She tried to remove his arm.

He stepped into a ground level apartment, carrying Rose inside and closing the door.

"I'm going to give you what you want." He pulled her into his arms kissing her passionately and pulled her into his groin with his hands on her ass.

She resisted at first but responded to his kisses and his cock rubbing against her pussy. The wine, the dancing, and his kisses overcame her normal conservative behavior.

He picked her up and carried her into a small bedroom furnished with a bed, a chest of drawers, and two tables with lamps at the head of the bed. He turned on the lights; they were pink. He sat her down and smothered her with a long French kiss. While kissing her, he unzipped her dress and unfasten her bra.

Rose moaned under his kiss and allowed her dress and bra fall to her waist. She enjoyed the feeling flowing through her, but she still wasn't sure.

He stooped and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Ooah." she went limp.

As he sucked her nipple, one of his hands went under her dress to the crotch of her wet panties.

She moaned, "Oooah!"

His hand rubbed up and down her slit before he pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger into her pussy.

She automatically spread her legs and moaned again, "Oooah, when he found her G-spot.

"Oh, oh, don't stop, don't stop."

He moved his finger to her clit and circled it with gentle enthusiasm.

She swooned. When she woke a few seconds later, she was naked lying on a bed.

He was nude and poised between her legs with his cock in hand.

"Protection." She screamed.

It was too late. Donavon's crown pushed her pussy lips apart. He stopped. "I can't wait Rose. I've wanted to be inside you since the first time I saw you." He slowly pushed forward separating her vagina walls with his engorged cock.

"I'm not on the pill," she whispered into his ear.

"I've got the morning after pill," he whispered back. "Now relax and enjoy yourself." He lifted himself to his hands to look at the beautiful redhead, with large tits, before he rhythmically stroked her pussy.

Her smile widened as he slowly pumped in and out. After a minute, she started to moan, "Oooah," each time he bottomed out.

He dropped to his forearms and said, "Give me a breast."

Rose lifted one to his eager mouth.

He took her nipple rolled it between his lips, and then rolled his tongue over and around it for what seemed like an hour. He closed his lips sucking her nipple before pulling his mouth from it.

"That was wonderful. Do the other," she said pushing the other tit to him.

He worshiped her nipple as he had the first. He consistently licked her nub in circles and then back and forth. He closed his mouth around her areola and nipple and sucked with her nub between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Rose moaned as he sucked and groaned when he pulled off her teat.

He smiled, looking down at her. "Are you ready?"

"I've never been so ready."

Donavon withdrew until the crown of his cock was just inside her pussy, then he pushed slowly as far into her as he could.

Rose allowed herself to enjoy having a long, large cock pushing in and pulling out of her pussy. All thoughts of her real world disappeared from her mind as she concentrated on the plowing of his shaft. After a long while, she got in sync with his regular rhythm and grunted with each of his forward thrusts. Mini orgasms began early during his humping and gradually grew until the convulsions of her sex organs overwhelmed her with pleasure, and she climaxed and writhed under him.

Her mind went blank as she reveled in the intense orgasms that surged through her body every minute or so. The friction between them elevated her to paradise where ecstasy was like a narcotic. The more he plundered her treasure, the more she wanted. Her grunting, moaning, and groaning was continuous as she witnessed fireworks, in her mind and explosions in her pussy. Unexpectedly she felt him swell, harden a microsecond before she had the most intense orgasm of her life as she felt his sperm blast into her waiting and willing pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly she returned to normal. Opening her eye, she saw Donavon with his head raised high, his eyes closed, and his erection dwindling. She cried because of the end of the most fantastic fuck she'd ever had.

When his spasm eased, he relaxed laying on her body and kissing her. "You Mrs. Wolfe are an incredible fuck. You responded to me as my drums do. Are you ready for seconds?"

"Donavon, I would, but I'm already late getting home. The buses don't run as often in the evening as during the day."

He groaned, "Damn, I forgot about the time. He rolled off her. I have a friend who'll be glad to take you home. Take a shower and dress while I call him."

Rose quickly followed his directions. In fifteen minutes, she was standing at the front door of the apartment. "Thank you for a fantastic evening," she said softly.

He took her by the hand and kissed her, "When will I see you again?"

"I...I don't know. I shouldn't see you again even though I had more enjoyable orgasms than in my entire life. "I'm married and have committed adultery.

He took her by the ass and kissed her. "When will I see you again?"

"I'll see you when I see you." She didn't look him in the eye.

Donavon looked disappointed. He took her in his arms and kissed her before leading her outside.


Part 2 :

She lay in his arms feeling guilty. They stood outside his apartment kissing while waiting for her ride. She was late and would have to do some explaining. As their kissed ended, a black limousine drove beside them. A black chauffeur hurried from his seat to open the back door.

"Jonathon, this is Rosemary Wolfe take her anywhere she wants to go." Donavon kissed her again.

The chauffeur opened the door, and Rose got in. She didn't notice the handsome black man dressed in a gray pin-striped suit across from her. "Oh, I didn't expect to ride with anyone."

"I'm sorry to surprise you Mrs. Wolfe. I'm Jamar Taylor, but everyone calls me by my initials, JT. Would you care for a drink?"

"No thank you. I've had more than my usual two drinks."

"I understand that you're a housewife with four k**s who lives in the southern New Orleans suburbs."

"How do know that?"

"Donavon told me because I wouldn't take you home unless I knew."

They sat silently until leaving the CBD.

"Mrs. Wolfe, you're a fine looking women and in great shape for someone who's had, four c***dren."

"Thanks for the compliment." She looked out the window.

"I understand your quite a jazz fan." He smiled at the back of her head. "I have a night club, The Jezzabelle, and we have a great jazz band. I'd like to invite you to come by sometime."

Rose turned to look at the well dressed, handsome black man. "Thank you for the offer, but I don't think I'll take advantage of it."

"May I ask why not?"

"For one, you're a stranger to me, and I usually go to the Jazz Palace with which I'm familiar." She said without expression.

"I understand. Most jazz fans have a favorite band or establishment. Maybe, I'll see you at the Palace in the future."

Rosemary didn't respond.

"What are your interests besides Jazz?" He smiled at her.

"I'm a stay at home mom, and my c***dren and husband are my chief interests. I do some charity work and spend time at my church."

"What did you do before you were married?"

"Mr. Taylor, I'm not used to giving this kind of information to strangers."

"I apologize if you feel my questions are inappropriate. You're such a beautiful woman, I'd like to get to know you better."

"Your apology is accepted, but I have no interested in your getting to know me better."

The car pulled under a large Magnolia tree a block from her home. It was eleven-thirty.

Jonathon slid the glass between the front and back of the limo, and asked, "Mrs. Wolfe is this a safe place to let you out?"

"This will be okay Jonathon. Thank you for the ride. Mr. Taylor, it was nice meeting you," she lied. She got out of the car and rushed to her home. She was about thirty minutes later than usual, and she knew Roy would be worried and waiting for her.

He opened the door as she stepped onto the porch. "Rose, you're late." He said, taking her into his arms and kissing her gently on the lips.

"Yes, the band was excellent tonight, and the place was packed. Apparently, there were two large conventions in town. That caused me to miss my regular bus."

"I'm glad your home, but I'm also pleased that you have one night a week to get away from us and do something you like." He kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm tired. I have a busy schedule tomorrow. Don't stay up too late." He left the living room going upstairs to their bedroom.

As Rose was showering, cleaning herself well, she remembered Donovan had not used a condom. He said he had the morning after pill but didn't give her one. She'll have to go to the pharmacy. She only needed to do that if she was going to see Donovan again. Thinking of him and his mouth and cock caused her to tremble recalling the orgasms she had with him. However, she won't need them because he always played until 2:30 or 3:00, and she can't stay that late. Neither will she need them if she doesn't go back to the Jazz Palace. She also had a passing thought of Mr. Taylor. He was handsome, but she had her one affair with a black man, and there would be no more.

Rose woke thinking about the possibility of pregnancy. Her heart raced as she went about her morning routine: breakfast for everyone, checking if the c***dren's backpacks contained all their books and homework, getting them out of the door on time. Then putting the paper and breakfast on the table for Roy, she left a note that she had to run some errands.

At the d**g store, she discovered, she needed a prescription for the medication. Fortunately, her gynecologist was a female friend and could work her into her schedule.

"Rosemary, what can I do for you this morning?"

Rose blushed and cried quietly.

Ellie put her arm around Rose. "It's okay, whatever it is I'll be able to help. Ellie held her and rocked until Rose stopped crying."

"I made a horrible mistake last night." Her voice was quiet.

"A mistake I can help you with?" Dr. Graham asked.

"Ya...yes, I had unprotected sex last night." She cried again.

Ellie waited a minute. "So you want a morning-after pill.

Through her tears, Rose said, "Yes."

"I assume you had sex with someone other than Roy?"

Rose cried harder.

Ellie left her along for a minute and returned with a cup of water and a smaller cup containing a pill. 'Take this and your immediate problem is solved."

Rose calmed down enough to swallow the pill. "What did you mean by the words, immediate problem?"

"I assume you don't know this person well or his sexual history?" Dr. Graham said, factually.

"That's right, He's not a complete stranger, but I don't know him that well." Rose blushed.

"Alright, I'll take a blood sample to find out if this man gave you some form of STD. In the meantime, keep a careful eye on your genitals, because some venereal diseases don't show themselves until a week or later." The Dr. called a nurse to take the blood sample.

After she had left, Rose said, "Thank you, Ellie you're a life saver," wiping her eyes dry.

"I'm going to ask you an embarrassing question. Do you plan on seeing this man again?" Dr. Graham asked.

Rose hesitated.

"Okay, I'll give you a prescription for birth control pills. Just in case you make another mistake." Dr. Graham said.

"I don't plan too, and I'm going to stay away from the place where I met him." She cried again.

"I understand, but I believe you should see a psychologist and maybe seek family counseling."

Rosemary heard but didn't listen. "Thank you, Ellie, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help and understanding,"

* * *

During the next four Friday nights, Rosemary stayed home with her c***dren and husband. She often thought of Donavon but vowed to never go back to the Jazz Palace. Still, time for herself, to get away, was necessary, and needed by her. She made arrangement to return to the French Quarter, but to go to another establishment.

She stepped off the bus at 7:00 and walked two blocks to New Orleans Jazz. It was different from the Jazz Palace. The stage was to the right of the front door, and the bar was opposite the entrance. There were three sizes of round tables covered with green tablecloths which complemented the yellow of the walls. She set at a small table and ordered a glass of Mos**to.

The establishment was full and jumping by 7:30. The music wasn't as good as she liked, but she sat through it until the band took its break at 9:00. She left a generous tip and headed for the front door in a khaki skirt and blouse with a high neckline. A tall, handsome black man blocked her way. "Pardon me, I'm on my way out."

"Rosemary Wolfe, you don't recognize me." He smiled showing a lot of white teeth.

"I'm sorry you have me at a disadvantage." She said, hesitantly.

"That's the way I like my women," he said, taking her by the arm leading her to a nearby table.

She pulled his hand from her arm turning to leave.

'Rosemary, I'm disappointed you don't remember me after I gave you a ride home in my limousine a few weeks ago."

"Now, I remember. Thanks again for the ride Mr..."

"The name is Jamar Taylor, but most everyone calls me JT."

"Now, I remember Mr. Taylor, but please excuse me, I don't have time. I need to get home to my family." She turned to go.

"Rose, it's your family, especially your husband I want to talk to you about." He looked deep into her eyes as though he knew something she didn't.

"Alright, I'll have a drink and speak with you," she said, reluctantly.

J.T. pulled a chair from the table as she sat, he waved to a waiter. "Bring a glass of your best Mos**to and a DeWars on the rocks." He sat across from her.

"Why do you want to talk about my family and especially my husband?" She asked, wondering about the man who Donovan had called to give her a ride home.

He held up his hand as the waiter brought their drinks to the table.

As he left, JT said, "I apologize again for my inappropriate questions when we first met. He sipped on his Scotch surveying her.

"Mrs. Wolfe, please have some of your wine. I have something important to talk to you about concerning your husband."

"What can you possibly have to tell me about my husband?" She sat and picked up her glass of wine.

JT drank about half of his Scotch, put the glass on the table, and stared at her for a minute without speaking. "Mrs. Wolfe is your husband aware of your having sex with a black drummer in a Jazz Band?"

She froze and hesitated. Quietly, she said, "No, no he doesn't."

"What do you think he'd do if he found out?" He asked looking at her.

Rose blushed. "I...I don't know. I suspect he'd be mad as hell. I've never done anything like that before."

"Would he only be mad? What he do or say anything else? "

Rose blushed. "You wouldn't dare."

"I'm afraid I would. You see Rosemary, I've taken a fancy to you."

"You've what?" She asked surprised.

"To make it easy for you to understand, I want to get to know you better. If you're not, at least interested in conversing with me, then your husband will find out about Donavon," he said, reaching across the table placing his hand on hers.

She jerked her hand away. "Don't touch me. I'm not interested in knowing you better." Her voice was muted but stringent staring at JT.

"That's not what I want to hear. If you leave here without agreeing to meet me in a public place of your choice, I'm afraid your husband will discover your affair."

She smiled at him and drank half of her wine. "You can tell my husband whatever you want. There's no evidence that I slept with anyone. All you have is hearsay, not evidence."

"What you say is true, but how will your husband react if he receives a letter telling him of your adultery?" JT. finished his drink and waved to the water with two fingers held aloft.

Rose was silent. What should she do? Roy may not believe an anonymous letter, but he might become suspicious. If she doesn't have another affair, then it didn't matter. JT was bluffing. She could walk away, and nothing would come of it. Her husband could react in various ways, but an unsigned letter accusing her of having an affair with a black man would not cause him to do anything drastic.

JT. smiled. "What if the letter arrived with a copy of your doctor's prescription for a morning-after pill and birth control pills?"

She laughed, "You don't have copies of those prescriptions.."

"You're correction. I don't, but I can have copies of those documents in my hands before the night is over."

Rose slumped in her chair. Tears came to her eyes. "What a fool She'd been. One discretion and her life will be changed forever. She never thought her fling with Donovan would ever be discovered by her husband," she said, through her tears.

JT. offered her his handkerchief,

She took it, wiped her eyes, her face, and blew her nose. She refolded the handkerchief. "You won't tell my husband if I met with you in a public place of my choice?"

"That's correct."

The waiter came to the table with their drinks.

"Thank you," Rose took the drink and a sip. Tears came to her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't believe you want to know me better. I think you expect me to sleep with you." Her tears ran freely.

"Both of those statements are true, but making love to a beautiful woman is more exciting if I know them better."

"How do I know you'll not keep blackmailing me if I sleep with you?"

"You don't, but that's not a problem because there'll be no need for me to do that," he

said confidently.

"Why not?" She asked looking at him as a mouse looked at a snake.

"After we make love, you'll be begging for my cock again."

"I don't believe that will happen. I don't like you, I don't love you, and I don't think you can please me."

"Okay, Rosemary, we've talked enough. What's your decision?

Rosemary cried.

"Rosemary, make a decision one way or the other. You've already had sex with one black man. I want your decision now." His bass voice was thick and vigorous and full of meaning.

Her tears continued, but she muttered, "There's no sense in us wasting time getting to know each other. I'll have sex with you if you don't tell my husband about Donovan or you?"

"I agree."

* * *

TJ took her by the arm, "Come with me."

"Where are we going?" Rosemary hesitated, trembling.

"Someplace more private and more comfortable."

"I need to be home by eleven, or my husband will be worried," she said.

"I'll have you home by then if you still want to go."

"Of course, I'll want to go." Her voice was calm but harsh.

A limousine drove to the curb. Johnathon scrambled out of the driver's seat to open the rear door for the couple. "Welcome, Mrs. Wolfe."

"Thank you, Johnathon," she said, as she climbed into the back seat followed by TJ.

"Home" was all TJ said to Johnathon. "We you like some Mos**to, Rose?"

"No thank you." She said curtly.

"Do you mind if I have a drink? He said, reaching for the small liquor cabinet.

"It's your car, you may do as you like." She moved closer to the door, keeping her knees together.

"Rose you might as well get comfortable. It'll be more pleasant for both of us," he handed her a glass of wine.

"How can I be comfortable, when I'm being blackmailed to have sex with you?"

TJ took a sip of his DeWars. "You're going to enjoy yourself more than you think. Relax the best you can. We'll be there in a few minutes."

Rose was terrified. She didn't want to have to go to bed with this man even though he's handsome and appears in good shape. Sex with Donovan was fantastic. I don't believe JT can be better than that. She sipped on the wine.

They didn't talk.

Rose had another glass of wine and tried to ignore the looks of lust from TJ.

The limo pulled into the driveway of a tall condominium and drove in a spiral until they were almost to the top. The car stopped. Jonathon scrambled to open the door on Rosemary's side.

JT took her hand and led her to an elevator. The ride was five stories long. The door opened into a grand living room.

Rose was impressed by the grandeur of the chamber. The furniture was modern but comfortable looking, with colorful pillows everywhere, and the room was well lit.

A glass of wine was placed on an end table by a beautiful, black female dressed in a white sheath dress with black hose and white shoes. "Is there anything else you'd like Mrs. Wolfe? We have almost any kind of food or snack you would care for."

"No, thank you, but I would like to know your name?"

Her perfect teeth flashed a dazzling smile. "My name is Samantha, Samantha Samuelson. If you have no other needs, I'll leave you alone. JT will be back shortly. Have a lovely evening."

"D...do you know why I'm here?" Rosemary asked looking at Samantha?"

"I do Mrs. Wolfe. I believe you'll find yourself having an enjoyable time."

"Is he rough?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wolfe, I can't answer that question. It's rather personal and insulting."

Rose blushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It's just that I'm so scared and terrified."

"You have nothing to fear. You'll be treated like a lady."

"Whose going to be treated like a lady?" JT asked, in his deep base voice. He stood in the doorway wearing Khaki Chinos, a blue polo shirt, and dark brown slippers.

"I am," Rose said as Samantha disappeared.

"That's correct. Beautiful ladies are always treated well when they enter my home. He picked up his drink and had a sip. A toast to my guest the fabulous Rosemary Wolfe."

"You act as though I had a choice."

"You're here, you had a choice."

"Yes, a choice between being exposed or being fucked," Rose said in an ill-tempered manner.

"I'm sorry Rose. "The only way I could have you was blackmail.

"You're not going to have me. You're going to have to **** me. She flopped in her chair staring at him and cried.

He handed her a handkerchief.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor. She wiped her face, folded it and gave it back to him.

JT smiled," I've never had to **** a woman. It's usually the opposite."

Rose laughed. "Probably, women of your race who are spellbound by your good looks, your body, and your wealth and power. Not white women who you've met once before," she said defiantly.

"You're not entirely correct, but in the majority cases, you're probably right. I won't tell you about the white women who are charmed by my physical attributes and personality.

"Good, I won't believe you."

He smiled his sexy smile. "Do you think I'm handsome?"

"For a black man, you're very handsome."

"Do you believe, I have a well-built, athletic body?"

"Yes, you have a well-toned body."

"What part of my personality has not treated you like a lady?"

"None, except for the threat." She took a drink of her wine

"It was the only way, I could get close to you. To enable you to see me as someone other than another black man. You haven't looked at me as a person without regard to the fact that we are both human beings with the same needs, wants, and feeling. Am I right?" His voice was low, rumbling, and full of emotion.

Rose hesitated, she looked at the floor, she picked up the glass of wine and drank until the container was empty. "You're right, I haven't given you a chance, but I don't want too. If I do, I'll end up having sex with you." Tears streamed down her face.

He gave her the hankie back. "Would that be so horrible? I'm no different than Donovan except I'm better."

Rosemary smiled through her tears.

"You knew him less well than you know me, and yet you went to bed with him. Please drink your wine and dance with me."

She finished her glass as JT turned on the sound system.

It played music by white artists: such as Madona, Ricky Martin, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey, Spice Girls, Christina Aguilera, Mandy Mo0re, and George Michael. The first song began.

I know that one," Rose said, as she allowed JT to hold her at arm's length, and danced with him. She watched his pleased smile and his muscular arms and hands. She felt the strength and softness of his hands and smelled his cologne. He was an amazing dancer, easy to follow.

He told her about his love of music and that his sisters taught him to dance.

They stopped after four tunes to have a drink and then danced again.

Rose was becoming more comfortable as she found him to be intelligent and thoughtful. The dancing, his warmth, and the wine made her feel more relaxed. She wondered if he was better than Donavon, if his cock was bigger, or if he could please her.

JT held her closer, put her into a twirl, and several backbends. His hands traveled her back, but not in a sexual manner.

She could tell by his demeanor and his attitude, he was trying to seduce her. The rumblings in her stomach, the rapid beating of her heart, and the warmth filling her body gave her a tingling sensation.

Their conversation was about daily events and background information about each of them.

After another six songs, they took the time to have another drink. She drank slowly thinking about the pleasure she received from Donavon. It's hard to believe JT could be better than that.

Back to dancing, they held each other closer.

Rose was relaxed enjoying the mood set by the music, the movement, and his personality.

He put his face in her hair, blew softly into her ear, and kissed her neck.

Rose didn't complain or stop him because she felt secure enough to kiss him on the cheek. She raised her head to enable him to kiss her neck more assertively, and she felt his erection on her stomach.

His hands moved to the sides of her breasts, up and down her sides, and massages her butt. "How does that feel?"

"You have pleasing hands. You're giving me goosebumps."

He kissed her on the lips, but she didn't respond. He kissed her with more passion.

Rose felt her body responding to the music, the drinks, his hands on her, the kisses, and his erection prodding her. She hesitated, when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, but only for an instant. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she deepened the kiss with her tongue as active as his.

JT unfastened her bra pulled her blouse from her skirt and put his hot hand on her perspiring flesh.

Rose shivered in anticipation. She allowed him to remove her top and bra and lifted a breast to his hungry mouth.

Her knees buckled when he licked over and around a nipple.

She was picked up and carried into the bedroom. The room was dimly lit with four strawberry scented candles. The kissing continued as she was laid on the bed. Her sensitive breasts were massaged, licked, and sucked. She moaned and lifted her butt from the bed to allow JT to remove her skirt and panties.

"You're beautiful." He ogled her naked body, and he laid on top of her with a crushing kiss.

Their tongues intertwined as strands of ivy, and the excitement rose in both of them.

JT slipped lower to feast on her breasts. At the same time, he slowly moved his cock up and down her slit.

Rose, was aroused by the sensation of his lips sucking on her teats, and her clit being rubbed as his dick slid up and down over her opening. She ran her hands over his head, shoulders and back, as contractions build in her core. The feelings of an orgasm built and built within her. As she neared a climax, she lifted her snatch so his shaft could more forcefully entice her clit. She held him tight, pressed her fingers into his back, bit his shoulder just before she climaxed with a howl.

JT lifted his weight from her body, holding himself on his forearms. He stared into her beautiful brown eyes, at her breasts moved sensuously back and forth with the continued movement of his staff parallel with her gash. As she calmed from her orgasm, he rolled a condom down the length of his shaft. He got between her legs inserting the head of his cock between her vulva lips, and gently advanced and retreated. In and out, in and out.

She was in heaven coming down from a sexual high when she felt his body shift, and the crown of his cock penetrate her genitalia. She prepared for him to thrust deep into her, but instead he teased her with the tip of his staff. His movements felt so good, and she smiled up at him. "You do that so well...when are you going to give it to me?"

"Patience darling, patience, give me a breast?"

Her right hand lifted a breast to his eager mouth. She sighed as he licked, nipped, and sucked her hard nipple. Her entire body was in a state of excitement. His mouth and his shaft caused tiny contractions to increase in number and intensity. She didn't want to wait any longer, she needed him to give her his big, long, black cock. "Jamar, give it to me, I want you deep in my pussy."

"Rose, are you asking me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to give me your cock." She lifted her pelvis as best she could. She didn't want to wait any longer.

"Are you the same lady, who an hour or so ago told me the only we'd make love was if I ****d you?"

"Yes, I'm the one. I make a mistake. Fuck me, Jamar, fuck me!"

He dropped to his forearms, kissed her and slowly pushed himself into her, inch by inch until he was seated deep in her well.

She moaned, "Oh my God, your huge. You've completely filled me. It's wonderful, but I want you to ravish me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me until I scream for you to stop." She put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her with a strength she didn't know she had. She was desperate for his cock and for his cum. She thrust toward him and wiggled her ass so she could feel the stone hard rod grind against the bottom of her tube.

Wham! JT. used his leg, stomach, and ass muscles to withdraw to his tip and plunge back into her, over and over as he gave her long, fast strokes. He was a machine. His desire for her was so strong that pleasing her rather than satisfying himself was an essence unknown but motivating him. He held his weight from her body by resting his forearms on the bed. He wanted to please her and gently stroked her tight snatch with a desire of a man possessed. His need to satisfy her unexpectedly caused him to receive sexual pleasure beyond anything he had experienced before.

Rose didn't notice his weight because his cock hit every nerve in her tunnel. She was on fire having orgasms after orgasm and wanting more. Without warning, she felt his pipe stretch and harden, his body became stiff and with one final shove, she felt his hot cum filling her. She climaxed with a shriek, "Aaaaugh, oh God, oh God, oh God." Tears spilled from her eyes like water over a dam.

JT heard her crying." Rose, Rose, have I hurt you. My God, I'm sorry."

Speaking through her tears, "It's not pain I'm crying about, it's pleasure. Jamar, I've never felt like this before. You're magnificent."

He raised onto his hands looking at her beautiful face and thinking what a great piece of ass she was. He never wanted anyone else to fuck her again. He wanted her for himself.

They lay cuddled in each other's arms enjoying the pleasure of getting, receiving, and sharing great sex.

"Oh, my breathtaking, what time is it?" Rose cried, throwing off the covers.

JT looked at his watch. "It's about eleven thirty. I've got to get you home. Shower, while I get the car."

Rosemary glowed in bliss as she entered the shower. She washed, dried, and dressed in record time.

JT was waiting with the car.

Rose got in the car, buried her face in his shoulder and rubbed his thigh as he drove rapidly to her home. "Thank you for a breathtaking evening. I'm sorry it has to end."

"The evening is ending, but you and I aren't."

"What do you mean?" Rose asked pulling away from him.

"It means, I want to be with you, to be buried in you as often as possible." He watched the road as he drove rapidly.

"We can't do that. I'm married and have four c***dren."

"I know that already, but I can't wait until I get you into bed again."

"That can't happen, Jamar, you know that."

"Okay, disagree. Have you thought of a story for Roy?"


Part 3 :

"Okay, disagree. Have you thought of a story for Roy?" JT. stopped the car a block from her home, Kissed her passionately, helped her out of the car, and watched her shapely behind sway back and forth and up and down as she strode to her home.

Rosemary worried about what Roy was going to say when she arrived over an hour late. How would he react? What would/could she say? She also relived moments of passion with Jamar and wondered what he meant about having sex with her as often as possible. She knew what he wanted, but it was impossible.

Going up the path to her home, she considered what she could tell Roy. She was frightened that he might guess she was having an affair. What explanation could she give him? Gingerly, she walked up the steps to the porch. Her stomach in turmoil. She had her key, but the door was unlocked. That's strange, she uttered to herself. Quietly, she turned the knob, expecting Roy to be glowering on the other side of the door.

She stepped in. Nothing. Roy was asleep in his favorite LazyBoy chair. Rosemary sighed in relief, tip-toed past her sleeping husband, went to the bedroom and bathroom, took a shower, put on her pajamas, pulled back the bed covers, and returned to the living room.

A kiss was planted on his forehead.

"Wh...wha...what happened. Oh, Rose, I must have fallen asleep are you home early?"

"No darling, you were asleep when I came in, and I didn't want to wake you. I freshened up, put on my pajamas, and came to get you to bed."

"Bed, sleep, that's a good idea. It was a grueling day. Are you alright? Did you have a good time?" have a busy day tomorrow. Did you have a good time?" He said, as though in a fog.

She kissed him on the forehead."Yes, the music wasn't the best, but the company was good." She thought about Jamar. "Let's go to bed."

They held hands walking to the bedroom. Rose went in, and Roy continued to the bathroom. She walked to the bedroom and Roy to the bathroom.

Rose was relieved. It appeared she hadn't been caught. She pretended to be asleep when Roy got into bed.

He put his hand on her hip and was soon snoring.

She lay there shrouded in guilt and pleasure. What a contradiction, she thought. Rose prayed for forgiveness, for not being caught, and for having to lie to her husband. She gave Roy little thought but remembered her seduction and the incredible sex with Jamar. Her climaxes were frequent and powerful. She was pleased with how gentle he was with her. It was a fantastic evening that she'd like to enjoy again, but she knew it was impossible. She wondered again about Jamar's intentions. Did he know how to have her without being caught? She wondered but finally fell asleep from pleasure and fatigue.

* * *

Her weekend was a blast with never a minute to think. All four of her c***dren had soccer games. She took the girls. Roy took the boys. The girls played well and Rosemary was proud at how well they moved on the field and how well they behaved did in spite of the roughness and losing their games.

She took them to CeCi's pizza and waited for Roy and the boys to arrive. They were thirty minutes late, so Rose and the girls ate breadsticks with meat sauce and drank soda until they walked into the door all smiles.

They ordered and had a great time eating, talking, laughing, and talking about the boys winning their games.

After lunch, the family went to the zoo, it was a monthly event for the Wolfe family. Again it was a joyous event. The c***dren took off in pairs to see their favorite exhibits. Rose and Roy walked leisurely through the botanical gardens.

Roy talked about his teaching at the University, his research projects, and the committees he had to serve on. Rose gossiped about her friends and neighbors, how well the c***dren were doing in school and sports.

She was glad to see the day end because she was tired from the lack of sleep, and her desire to think about JT.

* * *

Roy and the c***dren were gone.

Rose still in her robe was going to shower. The phone rang. It was JT. "Hello..."

"Rose, meet me at the back door."

He hung up.

She raced to the back door. JT. stood there in a green Terminix uniform. She didn't know what to say.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He smiled.

"JT, you just can't come barging into my home," she said, angrily.

"I just did, and your home is going to be entirely inspected and treated for termites. It'll take the remainder of the morning while you and I continue our Friday night's activities."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm here because I can't get you out of my mind. I couldn't wait any longer. It's been over two days since I've seen you, and I'm as horny for you as a starving dog is for food." He stepped in kissing her passionately.

As they kissed, he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her into his erection.

"Where can we have sex?"

Jamar, we can't make love in my home, in my marriage bed."

"Who said anything about you marriage bed. I thought you would have an idea where we could have a repeat performance."

"Jamar what am I going to do with you. I'm married and have four c***dren? I can't do this?" She was angry.

He chuckled. "You enjoy having my big dick in you."

She hesitated, and backed away from him.

Jamar pushed her into the entryway door, got to his knees, spread her robe, and put his face into her pussy.

"Jamar, stop!" She tried to twist out of his arms.

He kissed her opening, he licked her pubic hair until it was wet, he licked her slit up and down and sucked her clit into his mouth.

She struggled, trying to push his head away from her pussy.

He sucked her clit harder and raised his hand to rub her nipples between his fingers.

"Oh God, oh God, that incredible." Her knees buckled.

"Where?" He asked, picking her up.

"The basement." She nodded to a door and nuzzled into his neck.

He took them downstairs into the dark basement. There was enough light for him to see a couch. He laid her down, removed his uniform, and holding his cock he slipped between her labia lips and deep into her most intimate place.

She moaned, "Ooooaugh"

They lay together in silence except for their breathing.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, damn you yes."

He picked her up, so only her head and shoulders were on the couch. "I want you Rose, and I'm going to have you."

They were perfectly aligned. Jamar plunged into her with the enthusiasm of a teenager. He stared at her face contorted in pleasure, her breasts bounding beside her chest, as he slid in and out of her. He concentrated on pleasing her, in pleasing himself.

They lost all sense of time as the thrills of his cock massaging her walls, and her enclosure pressing against his cock.

She was lost in the rapture of her vagina being split and reunited.

He concentrated on the effect of his cock being sandwiched between an enclosure of velvet.

Rose tightened her muscle around his cock to increase the friction between them and felt the building of her contractions until they reached a peak. She plummeted into the unknown, instinctive, abyss of sexual ecstasy.

Jamar responded to her orgasm by grinding the head of his cock at the bottom of her well and accepted the sparks of electricity between them as he filled her to overflowing with his nectar.

* * *

Rose lay in a cloud of sexual gratification with Jamar caressing her body.

After she had recovered, they had sex in four different positions,

She had two major orgasms and numerous minor ones. Rose was well fucked, and she had pleased him with her dynamic response to his sexual abilities.

It was almost eleven o'clock when he slipped out of her for the last time.

The lay side by side. Jamar kissed her over and again. Before he got up, he kissed and sucked both of her nipples. "I could do that all day," he said, with a big smile on his face.

He pulled his Terminix overalls on and his work boots. "Jonathon will pick you up at the side entrance of the Wake and Bake at ten tomorrow morning. He'll be driving a two thousand white Ford sedan. You'll be delivered to a location not far from here. I'll be waiting." He kissed her on the lips and turned to leave.

Jamar, I can't do that I h