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I could have taken my car, but just so as not to create a wrong impression to my boss, I opted for a taxi instead. It was a Saturday and I was dressed to the nines in casual wear. The boss had invited me over to his pad to watch a football game with him; he merely wanted to use it as a means of getting to know me more. He was that type of guy. He owns a construction outfit, and he’d upgraded me less than a fortnight ago to fill in one of the supervisory post, since the former guy who’d owned that slot had vacated it a month ago, reasoned unknown. At first, I’d been more than sceptical of the work, feeling that maybe he made a mistake in giving it to me. But since the previous week, I’ve made some improvements, and obviously it hadn’t escaped the boss’s eye.
He’d told me to be at his place at about three; I got there a couple of minutes past. It was a good thing he’d earlier directed me as to how to get to his place. He lived in a posh neighbourhood, just the type of place where rich or upcoming rich white folks would prefer to build their nest. Nearly all the houses on the street resembled each other – all of them possessing stucco walls, mowed grass lawns, demarcating garden walls, and a dog, no doubt. The taxi dropped me in front of his gate and then drove off. For a moment I felt kind of nervous just being there – me, a black male in his early thirties who lived in a down town rented apartment where often throughout the week, the elevator stayed broke. This sure was a fine neighbourhood, I tell you; already I could tell just how odd and out of place I looked. A white couple jogging along ogled me as they went past. I shrugged and then went up the path that led to my boss’s home.
I depressed the door bell and stood back a little. It didn’t take long before it came open.
It was a white woman – the boss’s wife, no doubt – who opened the door. It was my first time meeting her in person. She appeared to be between early and mid thirties, blue eyes and a gorgeous round face. Her shoulder-length hair was chestnut in colour, and she was wearing a big tee shirt that almost hide the denim skirt she was wearing. She gave me a bright smile and said: “You must be Jerome, right?”
“Good afternoon, ma’am. And yes, I am.”
“That’s nice,” she shook my hand and introduced herself as Elaine, before ushering me into their home.
The interior of the house was bright, and spacious; my God, you could smell the money just oozing out from the walls. She led me towards the living room, telling me that she and her husband had been expecting me. When we got there, her husband – my boss, a florid, barrel-chested looking man in his late forties – quickly rose up from where he was sitting and came over and shook my hand.
“Hi there Jerome,” he beamed at me. “Nice to know you could come. Hope it wasn’t too difficult finding the right house.”
I answered no, it wasn’t. He led me to a plush couch on the TV screen; the game was just about getting started. His wife came and enquired if she could get me anything. I said that a beer would be just fine with me; her husband told her to bring one for him, too. She smiled and said that she would be right back, and in no time she returned with two Coors and a saucer plate of peanuts for me. My boss and I cheered to both our health before sipping our drinks; his wife went and perched on a divan across from us, folding her legs to her side. I couldn’t help but ogle at the sight of her shapely legs. She noticed my roving eyes and gave me a wink; I immediately turned my face away, too embarrassed, and listened to my boss talk about the ongoing game. I paid close attention to his words, though at the same time, while I sipped my drink, I couldn’t help but cut glances at his wife’s direction. She sure looked hot sitting like that, and I’ll bet she knew it, too.
About thirty or so minutes into the game, my boss’s phone rang and he picked it up and went to a corner to answer it. I scooped up the last of the peanuts that was on my plate. In no time, his wife came over, enquiring if I needed more. She was half bent towards me, and I caught a good sight through the opening of her tee shirt of her braless breasts. They seemed to hang like ripe oranges and at that sudden moment, I felt blood rise to my brain.
“Err ... no. Yes ... sorry, I mean yes, I’d like to have some more, please,” I could kick myself for the way my tongue fumbled for words. She laughed, picked up the plate and again told me she’d be right behind. I stared at her back, just trying to imaging the round moulds of her ass moving up and down as she walked. I couldn’t help but wonder if her bending downwards had been out of purpose to somehow get my eyes fixated on her breasts. It wouldn’t be until later that I really knew.
Her husband – my boss – soon returned from his phone call, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry Jerome, but I’ll have to leave you to go attend to some important business. Is it possible you can wait till I get back, or do you have someplace else you’d like to head out to soon?”
I answered that I didn’t have any, and would gladly wait for his return.
“Good man,” he smiled. “Always knew you were a good hand to keep.” He left me and went upstairs to change his outfit. His wife returned with another plate of peanuts; I thanked her and she came and sat on the couch were I was to watch the game with me. Her husband soon returned downstairs, all changed. He asked if she could look after me till he returned.
“Sure, I will,” she answered. “Oh honey, would you mind picking up a new olive oil for me on your way back? Thanks, dear.”
He kissed her on the cheek, told me once again that he’ll be right back, before heading out of the house. I heard his car come alive as he reversed out of his driveway, and from there drove out of the street.
All of a sudden, I was alone with his wife.
Nothing happened at first – I continued sipping my drink and watching the TV screen – but out the corner of my eyes, I sensed movement coming from her. Her legs shifted on the couch, more like she was being restless or something.
She sat up on the couch and yawned, and moved herself closer to me; I could easily take in the cinnamon-like fragrance of her perfume. Its scent was lovely and enticing.
“Don’t you just hate watching these silly football games? I mean, what do all you men see in watching grown men struggle over a damn ball anyway?”
I shrugged. “It’s more fun and enjoyable for us, I guess.”
She grunted. “You call this fun? I can think of better ways to get entertained than this. This is practically all that Bob, my husband, does during weekends. He’s either watching some game, or he’s busy digging at his work. He barely has time for me anymore.”
I could only sympathize with her. “Your husband is quite a hard working man, ma’am.”
“Please Jerome, call me Elaine. Yes, I know he’s hardworking and everything. But there are times when once needs to take a bit of break from everything else and, you know, feel alive for once. You know what I mean?”
As she was talking, I could feel her body itching closer and closer towards mine till it was practically pressing hard against my arm. Then, as if to top everything, she laid her hand on my knee and started pressing against my thighs.
“You’re a hard worker yourself, too,” she purred. “I can just feel all that muscle under your clothes right now. Would you making a lonesome woman happy this afternoon, Jerome?”
“I sure would, Elaine. But what about your hus–”
“Don’t worry about Bob,” she answered, crossing her leg over mine and wrapping my face in her hands. “If I know Bob, he probably won’t be back till an hour’s time or more. Now keep shut and let’s fuck.”
She clasped my lips with hers in a fierce kiss that so stunned me, I nearly would have fallen off the couch had she not had her arms wrapped over me. I returned her kiss, and reached a hand under her tee shirt to grasp one of her lovely breasts. I felt one of her hand snaking up my thigh, cupping a feel of my throbbing erection. She came off the couch to her knees in front of me and quickly fumbled for my belt buckle. Finally freeing my erection into the light of day, she held it in her hand. Her eyes seemed to expand at the sight of it.
“My, my, my,” she salivated. “What do we have here? Just the right medicine I’ve been looking for. And it’s a big one, too.” she licked the head of my dick a couple of times before coming forward and enveloping it with her mouth.
Although she couldn’t swallow my cock completely, but she damn near tried. Aside from that, the lady sure could suck a good dick. I mean she wrapped my shaft in her hand like it was some kind of lifesaver and my cock was her only means of capturing air. I sat there and enjoyed it; my hand brushed her falling hair aside so as to get a good glimpse of her face going down on me. Spittle fell from her mouth as she paused to loll her tongue against my throbbing length – it felt real good, I tell you.
After she’d sucked it for quite a while, I decided then was the moment to make things well and right for us. “Is there any place private we can go to?” I asked.
She got up and told me to follow her. I was about bucking back my pants but she held my dick in her hand and half led me forward; I could do nothing except hold my clothes in my hands, shuffling behind her.
Up the stairs we went, and then she led me into a guest bedroom; she told me not to worry, that Rob always called her whenever he was getting close to home so as to let her know. She pushed me on the bed and came and started pleasuring my cock once again. I took off my shirt and let it fall to the floor, after which I manoeuvred her around so that her legs were now over my face. I pushed her skirt up, and wasn’t all too surprised to see that she was wearing nothing underneath; she was so wet, it was practically gushing out of her. I nibbled on her clitoris and fingered her pussy, heard her moan back as her mouth dug deeper into her work.
Finally, we stopped to undressed each other. In my wallet, I had a pack of rubber, in case of emergencies such as this – though it’s not like I ever woke up with the intention of fucking my boss’s wife – and was about reaching for it, but when she saw what I had in my hand, she shook her head, saying she wanted to feel the real me. I had no other choice but to carry out her wish ... though I could only hope that she was safe.
She lay on her back and I came forward and inserted myself between her legs. She gave a sudden cry as my dick pierced through her, and I paused for a moment just to let her get used to me, before continuing. Her pussy so enveloped me that for a second there I thought I was going to cum. But slowly I’d withdraw and then plunge back into her, and each time it made her whimper. She grasped the back of my ass and indicated for me to stop playing and go ahead and fuck her. In no time, I was fucking that pussy so hard, the bed shook and jittered under us. I grabbed the headboard while she wrapped her arms and legs around my back and neck, too busy crying out each time I entered and left her.
“Oh God ... Oh God, Jerome,” she cried out between gasps. “Oh God, I love the way you’re fucking me. It’s been a long time since I ever was fucked like this. Oh honey, don’t stop ... tear my pussy up!”
For the next couple of minutes, I banged and tore up that pussy like I’d never fucked before. I held her legs over her head with her ass now sticking up in the air, and then I came in a hunch a bit above her and drove my cock, which now glistened with her juice, in and out of her cunt. She cried out so loud, her body began to quiver as she had a first orgasm. She was so into it, half of what spewed from her mouth was sexual gibberish as she goad me on not to stop. Her words just seemed to drive me on with eagerness and at that period, the last thing I thought was that it was my boss’s wife whom I was banging. All I saw before me was one sweet, white pussy who needed to be punished by a black dick, and how lucky could I be to know it was mine that was doing it.
I came off her and then lay on my back and brought her up to straddle me. This seemed to be good for her as she now seemed to want to show me her stuff, grinding her hips and ass so fast and so eagerly furious on my crouch while still busy bouncing down hard on me. I smacked her ass, goading her to keep on at it, and it just seemed to driver her crazy with fervour as she went on riding me like a jockey stallion. I assisted my banging my hips so as to counter her; it wasn’t long before she underwent another ear-shattering cry of orgasmic delight.
She leaned over me and muttered: “I want you to give me to me doggy now.”
Once again, I obeyed. I came on her arms and knees before me while I positioned myself behind her and then reinserted my glistening cock back into her. She yelped out from the contact and immediately began moving her ass backwards to capture me as much as she could. I grabbed either moon of her ass, slamming into her with as much might that I could muster, both of us grunting from our work. Elaine couldn’t stop crying out as she held unto the bed’s headboard as if for dear life, muttering an ‘Oh ... Oh’ sound each time I slammed into her. She flung her head either way – so caught up was she in the sexual rapture. When I found that I was about to cum, she told me not to pull out, that I should go ahead and empty my seed inside her.
And eventually, I did.
Her husband – my boss – didn’t return home till another two hours time, and by then we had enough time to go another round, after which we cleaned ourselves up and returned to the living room like nothing had ever happened. That afternoon was the beginning of our affair. I gave her my phone number, and often when we could make it, we would meet in some motel far from where she lived, and we’d fuck till dusk came.
However, a couple of months later, I got a call from her.
“Jerome, I’ve got some good news to tell you. I’m pregnant with your baby.”
I paused for a moment to digest the news, and then said: “Wow, that’s good news. Does Rob know?”
“He does,” she replied. “Though he doesn’t really know whose it is. Just thought I should let you know.”
“You seriously plan on keeping it?”
“Of course I am, silly. I’m so overjoyed right now ... oh Jerome, I love you so much for this gift you’ve given me. I can’t begin to tell you how much I desire you right now.”
No k**ding, I thought to myself. Just what do I do now?
He’d told me to be at his place at about three; I got there a couple of minutes past. It was a good thing he’d earlier directed me as to how to get to his place. He lived in a posh neighbourhood, just the type of place where rich or upcoming rich white folks would prefer to build their nest. Nearly all the houses on the street resembled each other – all of them possessing stucco walls, mowed grass lawns, demarcating garden walls, and a dog, no doubt. The taxi dropped me in front of his gate and then drove off. For a moment I felt kind of nervous just being there – me, a black male in his early thirties who lived in a down town rented apartment where often throughout the week, the elevator stayed broke. This sure was a fine neighbourhood, I tell you; already I could tell just how odd and out of place I looked. A white couple jogging along ogled me as they went past. I shrugged and then went up the path that led to my boss’s home.
I depressed the door bell and stood back a little. It didn’t take long before it came open.
It was a white woman – the boss’s wife, no doubt – who opened the door. It was my first time meeting her in person. She appeared to be between early and mid thirties, blue eyes and a gorgeous round face. Her shoulder-length hair was chestnut in colour, and she was wearing a big tee shirt that almost hide the denim skirt she was wearing. She gave me a bright smile and said: “You must be Jerome, right?”
“Good afternoon, ma’am. And yes, I am.”
“That’s nice,” she shook my hand and introduced herself as Elaine, before ushering me into their home.
The interior of the house was bright, and spacious; my God, you could smell the money just oozing out from the walls. She led me towards the living room, telling me that she and her husband had been expecting me. When we got there, her husband – my boss, a florid, barrel-chested looking man in his late forties – quickly rose up from where he was sitting and came over and shook my hand.
“Hi there Jerome,” he beamed at me. “Nice to know you could come. Hope it wasn’t too difficult finding the right house.”
I answered no, it wasn’t. He led me to a plush couch on the TV screen; the game was just about getting started. His wife came and enquired if she could get me anything. I said that a beer would be just fine with me; her husband told her to bring one for him, too. She smiled and said that she would be right back, and in no time she returned with two Coors and a saucer plate of peanuts for me. My boss and I cheered to both our health before sipping our drinks; his wife went and perched on a divan across from us, folding her legs to her side. I couldn’t help but ogle at the sight of her shapely legs. She noticed my roving eyes and gave me a wink; I immediately turned my face away, too embarrassed, and listened to my boss talk about the ongoing game. I paid close attention to his words, though at the same time, while I sipped my drink, I couldn’t help but cut glances at his wife’s direction. She sure looked hot sitting like that, and I’ll bet she knew it, too.
About thirty or so minutes into the game, my boss’s phone rang and he picked it up and went to a corner to answer it. I scooped up the last of the peanuts that was on my plate. In no time, his wife came over, enquiring if I needed more. She was half bent towards me, and I caught a good sight through the opening of her tee shirt of her braless breasts. They seemed to hang like ripe oranges and at that sudden moment, I felt blood rise to my brain.
“Err ... no. Yes ... sorry, I mean yes, I’d like to have some more, please,” I could kick myself for the way my tongue fumbled for words. She laughed, picked up the plate and again told me she’d be right behind. I stared at her back, just trying to imaging the round moulds of her ass moving up and down as she walked. I couldn’t help but wonder if her bending downwards had been out of purpose to somehow get my eyes fixated on her breasts. It wouldn’t be until later that I really knew.
Her husband – my boss – soon returned from his phone call, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry Jerome, but I’ll have to leave you to go attend to some important business. Is it possible you can wait till I get back, or do you have someplace else you’d like to head out to soon?”
I answered that I didn’t have any, and would gladly wait for his return.
“Good man,” he smiled. “Always knew you were a good hand to keep.” He left me and went upstairs to change his outfit. His wife returned with another plate of peanuts; I thanked her and she came and sat on the couch were I was to watch the game with me. Her husband soon returned downstairs, all changed. He asked if she could look after me till he returned.
“Sure, I will,” she answered. “Oh honey, would you mind picking up a new olive oil for me on your way back? Thanks, dear.”
He kissed her on the cheek, told me once again that he’ll be right back, before heading out of the house. I heard his car come alive as he reversed out of his driveway, and from there drove out of the street.
All of a sudden, I was alone with his wife.
Nothing happened at first – I continued sipping my drink and watching the TV screen – but out the corner of my eyes, I sensed movement coming from her. Her legs shifted on the couch, more like she was being restless or something.
She sat up on the couch and yawned, and moved herself closer to me; I could easily take in the cinnamon-like fragrance of her perfume. Its scent was lovely and enticing.
“Don’t you just hate watching these silly football games? I mean, what do all you men see in watching grown men struggle over a damn ball anyway?”
I shrugged. “It’s more fun and enjoyable for us, I guess.”
She grunted. “You call this fun? I can think of better ways to get entertained than this. This is practically all that Bob, my husband, does during weekends. He’s either watching some game, or he’s busy digging at his work. He barely has time for me anymore.”
I could only sympathize with her. “Your husband is quite a hard working man, ma’am.”
“Please Jerome, call me Elaine. Yes, I know he’s hardworking and everything. But there are times when once needs to take a bit of break from everything else and, you know, feel alive for once. You know what I mean?”
As she was talking, I could feel her body itching closer and closer towards mine till it was practically pressing hard against my arm. Then, as if to top everything, she laid her hand on my knee and started pressing against my thighs.
“You’re a hard worker yourself, too,” she purred. “I can just feel all that muscle under your clothes right now. Would you making a lonesome woman happy this afternoon, Jerome?”
“I sure would, Elaine. But what about your hus–”
“Don’t worry about Bob,” she answered, crossing her leg over mine and wrapping my face in her hands. “If I know Bob, he probably won’t be back till an hour’s time or more. Now keep shut and let’s fuck.”
She clasped my lips with hers in a fierce kiss that so stunned me, I nearly would have fallen off the couch had she not had her arms wrapped over me. I returned her kiss, and reached a hand under her tee shirt to grasp one of her lovely breasts. I felt one of her hand snaking up my thigh, cupping a feel of my throbbing erection. She came off the couch to her knees in front of me and quickly fumbled for my belt buckle. Finally freeing my erection into the light of day, she held it in her hand. Her eyes seemed to expand at the sight of it.
“My, my, my,” she salivated. “What do we have here? Just the right medicine I’ve been looking for. And it’s a big one, too.” she licked the head of my dick a couple of times before coming forward and enveloping it with her mouth.
Although she couldn’t swallow my cock completely, but she damn near tried. Aside from that, the lady sure could suck a good dick. I mean she wrapped my shaft in her hand like it was some kind of lifesaver and my cock was her only means of capturing air. I sat there and enjoyed it; my hand brushed her falling hair aside so as to get a good glimpse of her face going down on me. Spittle fell from her mouth as she paused to loll her tongue against my throbbing length – it felt real good, I tell you.
After she’d sucked it for quite a while, I decided then was the moment to make things well and right for us. “Is there any place private we can go to?” I asked.
She got up and told me to follow her. I was about bucking back my pants but she held my dick in her hand and half led me forward; I could do nothing except hold my clothes in my hands, shuffling behind her.
Up the stairs we went, and then she led me into a guest bedroom; she told me not to worry, that Rob always called her whenever he was getting close to home so as to let her know. She pushed me on the bed and came and started pleasuring my cock once again. I took off my shirt and let it fall to the floor, after which I manoeuvred her around so that her legs were now over my face. I pushed her skirt up, and wasn’t all too surprised to see that she was wearing nothing underneath; she was so wet, it was practically gushing out of her. I nibbled on her clitoris and fingered her pussy, heard her moan back as her mouth dug deeper into her work.
Finally, we stopped to undressed each other. In my wallet, I had a pack of rubber, in case of emergencies such as this – though it’s not like I ever woke up with the intention of fucking my boss’s wife – and was about reaching for it, but when she saw what I had in my hand, she shook her head, saying she wanted to feel the real me. I had no other choice but to carry out her wish ... though I could only hope that she was safe.
She lay on her back and I came forward and inserted myself between her legs. She gave a sudden cry as my dick pierced through her, and I paused for a moment just to let her get used to me, before continuing. Her pussy so enveloped me that for a second there I thought I was going to cum. But slowly I’d withdraw and then plunge back into her, and each time it made her whimper. She grasped the back of my ass and indicated for me to stop playing and go ahead and fuck her. In no time, I was fucking that pussy so hard, the bed shook and jittered under us. I grabbed the headboard while she wrapped her arms and legs around my back and neck, too busy crying out each time I entered and left her.
“Oh God ... Oh God, Jerome,” she cried out between gasps. “Oh God, I love the way you’re fucking me. It’s been a long time since I ever was fucked like this. Oh honey, don’t stop ... tear my pussy up!”
For the next couple of minutes, I banged and tore up that pussy like I’d never fucked before. I held her legs over her head with her ass now sticking up in the air, and then I came in a hunch a bit above her and drove my cock, which now glistened with her juice, in and out of her cunt. She cried out so loud, her body began to quiver as she had a first orgasm. She was so into it, half of what spewed from her mouth was sexual gibberish as she goad me on not to stop. Her words just seemed to drive me on with eagerness and at that period, the last thing I thought was that it was my boss’s wife whom I was banging. All I saw before me was one sweet, white pussy who needed to be punished by a black dick, and how lucky could I be to know it was mine that was doing it.
I came off her and then lay on my back and brought her up to straddle me. This seemed to be good for her as she now seemed to want to show me her stuff, grinding her hips and ass so fast and so eagerly furious on my crouch while still busy bouncing down hard on me. I smacked her ass, goading her to keep on at it, and it just seemed to driver her crazy with fervour as she went on riding me like a jockey stallion. I assisted my banging my hips so as to counter her; it wasn’t long before she underwent another ear-shattering cry of orgasmic delight.
She leaned over me and muttered: “I want you to give me to me doggy now.”
Once again, I obeyed. I came on her arms and knees before me while I positioned myself behind her and then reinserted my glistening cock back into her. She yelped out from the contact and immediately began moving her ass backwards to capture me as much as she could. I grabbed either moon of her ass, slamming into her with as much might that I could muster, both of us grunting from our work. Elaine couldn’t stop crying out as she held unto the bed’s headboard as if for dear life, muttering an ‘Oh ... Oh’ sound each time I slammed into her. She flung her head either way – so caught up was she in the sexual rapture. When I found that I was about to cum, she told me not to pull out, that I should go ahead and empty my seed inside her.
And eventually, I did.
Her husband – my boss – didn’t return home till another two hours time, and by then we had enough time to go another round, after which we cleaned ourselves up and returned to the living room like nothing had ever happened. That afternoon was the beginning of our affair. I gave her my phone number, and often when we could make it, we would meet in some motel far from where she lived, and we’d fuck till dusk came.
However, a couple of months later, I got a call from her.
“Jerome, I’ve got some good news to tell you. I’m pregnant with your baby.”
I paused for a moment to digest the news, and then said: “Wow, that’s good news. Does Rob know?”
“He does,” she replied. “Though he doesn’t really know whose it is. Just thought I should let you know.”
“You seriously plan on keeping it?”
“Of course I am, silly. I’m so overjoyed right now ... oh Jerome, I love you so much for this gift you’ve given me. I can’t begin to tell you how much I desire you right now.”
No k**ding, I thought to myself. Just what do I do now?
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