Carrie woke up with cum in her married white cunt...she just couldn't remember who put it there!
She recalled that it couldn't belong to her husband Doug, who was laid up in the hospital from that horrible loading dock incident at work. Several bones in his body were mangled when the fork lift he was attempting to impress her with went horribly out of control, throwing him to the floor before running his ass over and sending him to the ER. He'll spend the next six months in traction, followed by a long and slow recovery period, she was told.
"There is no fucking way I'm going without sex for the next nine months!" Carrie cried out as she was driving home from the hospital when the accident first occurred...and she didn't.
Doug wasn't much of a lover, but he did provide Carrie with an occasional orgasm or two when he was on his game, which wasn't very often here lately. But now...now it was going to be a long time before he would be useful again in that department and Carrie had an itch that needed scratching.
The bed she was in was unfamiliar to her at first, as she struggled to open both eyes at the same time. "What did I smoke last night?" she thought out loud. Movement on the other side of the bed helped her focus.
Then she remembered...oh yeah...Deacon!
She had the hots for Deacon ever since meeting him 4 years ago at IPS, where her husband told her he had a job. Tall, dark and handsome, Deacon had Carrie drooling from the start. Too bad, since he was married to her best friend Kelly. A voluptuous black woman that Carrie hit it off with when they first met at the company get together. Her and Deacon appeared to be happy, so Carrie suppressed the wetness between her thighs, not wanting to destroy the friendship that she had with Kelly. They got along very well and had many common interests...including a hunger for dark chocolate!
Kelly and Deacon were going through a rough patch lately, especially after someone planted an idea in Kelly's head that her husband was having an affair. Carrie 'almost' felt real bad about letting it slip when she asked Kelly, "So what do you think about YOUR husband's new trainee at work? Doug's is kind of frumpy, but he told me Deacon's was hot!"
"What fucking trainee?" came Kelly's angry, jealous response.
"Oh...didn't he tell you?" Carrie, not so innocently, asked her beautiful black friend.
"That mother fucker better have a good God damned excuse for not telling me about his trainee when he gets home tonight, that son-of-a-bitch!" screamed Kelly to not only Carrie, but to everyone else on the block, too.
Carrie's plan was now on track. She needed some cock, and she needed it now. Doug's pathetic little 'butt plug' just wasn't cutting it right now, so her thoughts turned elsewhere. From the bulge that appeared in the front of Deacon's pants whenever she would intentionally bend over in front of him, his junk was just what Mrs. Heffernan needed!
The only way she could live with herself, not to mention it was the only way Deacon would do it, is for Deacon and Kelly to be separated before she put the moves on him. She was 100% sure that, once separated, Deacon would be very easy to get in bed...into HER bed. In fact, there were a couple of times when she and Doug had double dated with Deacon and Kelly where Deacon had 'casually' brushed up against her tits in the club, and had gone so far as squeezing her ass on the subway when she thought it was Doug and had playfully slapped Doug's arm, only to realize it wasn't him.
The next day at Doug's work was their annual Family Day, where all the employees from IPS invited their families to join them at the IPS warehouse for a nice luncheon spread and then demonstrations of what their spouses did for 40 hours a week while they were on the clock. Doug was beaming with pride as he introduced his gorgeous wife to all of his piers, but Deacon was all downcast and sad when Carrie approached him and asked, "Why the long face, tall, dark and handsome?"
The question caught him by surprise, but it didn't stop him from looking his best friend's wife up and down before answering, "Kelly kicked me out."
Carrie thought she saw a glimmer in his eye when she caught him looking at her, but wasn't sure. She knew the smirk crossing her face, the sudden wide-spread stance she took to tighten her clothes against her body and the thrusting forward of her 34b tits did not go unnoticed by Deac (her pet nickname for him), but this wasn't the time, nor the place.
She tried consoling him and offered him dinner tonight at their place, if he wanted to join her and Doug, since Arthur was out of town. He declined, saying he really just wanted to be alone right now and turned around to go use the men's room. He did a very poor job, or maybe he wasn't trying, of hiding his semi-hard on from Carrie as she gave him a modest hug before he left.
Doug was now finished eating as Carrie sat down beside him at the table. "Hey, babe, guess what? Come with me", he announced, grabbing his wife's hand and leading her onto the loading dock.
As Doug climbed onto the forklift, Carrie's eyes widened with fear not knowing what her husband was about to do. "Get the hell off of there!" she cried.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doin..." were the last words out of his mouth as the forklift lurched forward when his foot slipped off the brake and stuck the gas pedal wide open! The forklift did a little pirouette before throwing him off, flipping over and landing partially on top of him.
On her way home from the hospital, Carrie was in a fog until about half way there. As her brain began to clear, she felt relief that her stupid husband hadn't killed himself trying to show off, but then the reality of how long he was going to be out of action set in. Oh no!
"There is no fucking way I'm going without sex for the next nine months!" Carrie screamed out loud! But her inside thoughts made her sit up straight in the driver's seat and slam on the brakes. The timing for Doug's accident and Deacon's split with Kelly couldn't have come at a better time. She hadn't planned on Doug's accident, but now everything was in place for her to get what she needed.
Cock! Nice, big, black, hard cock!
Some women like to brag about their husband's 'package' when chatting with their friends, and Carrie was no different. Whenever her and Kelly's conversations turned to sex, she always felt the need to build Doug's little 5" white pecker into something more massive and woman pleasing.
Kelly, on the other hand, while secretly proud of her husband's cock, was always down-playing Deacon and the size of his black 'package', ever since she became suspicious that Deacon was fucking around on her. She didn't want to fuel the attraction she noticed between her husband and her best friend Carrie.
She wasn't dumb. She saw how they interacted with each other and she sure didn't want to fuel the fire by telling Carrie how good Deacon was in bed and how good his cock tasted. She didn't want Carrie to know that her husband was actually packing 10" of rock hard, dark chocolate, woman-satisfying meat. So she lied, but Carrie didn't care, she wanted whatever Deacon had to offer, and now was the perfect time to get it.
Deacon had followed Carrie home from the hospital to make sure she made it all right. Carrie invited him in when they got to her place 'for comfort', after all, her husband came real close to being killed today, and she needed comfort. She opened a couple of brews and brought them into the living room, where Deac had made himself comfortable. Smiling wickedly while holding up a joint. "Got a match?" he inquired, not so innocently.
Disappearing upstairs to find a lighter, Carrie changed out of the business suit she was currently wearing into something a little more provocative that she hoped would arouse desire in that tall, handsome black man who was waiting for her downstairs. Not TOO slutty...but showing enough skin in the right places to get his attention. After all, she knew he was here to comfort her and she wanted to make sure he knew exactly what type of 'comfort' she needed. It sure wasn't because that idiot husband of hers had almost killed himself...no no...she needed him to comfort that itch between her legs that was driving her crazy!
The whistle coming out of Deacon's pursed lips as Carrie sashayed down the stairs, told her that she was right. Black men really do like married white women! Especially if there was cleavage involved, and Carrie was doing her best to show him hers. The skin tight, one size too small, red silk tank top (sans bra) she was wearing allowed her nips to stand up at attention and bounce as she descended the staircase. There was about 2" of bare belly between the bottom of her tank top and the top of her white cotton shorts. Men are suckers for bare bellys and Deacon was no different.
His eyes took their time checking out this hot wife, as he finished his wolf whistle. Carrie smiled seductively in return, grabbed the joint out of his hand and pursed her lips around it in a show of fellating the joint before lighting it. One of Carrie Heffernan's greatest assets is her lips. Nice, full and round! Perfect for sucking and leaving red rings around 'things'. The object of her current sucking was laced with Ecstasy, unknown to her, which only fueled the fire between her legs. One deep drag after another, coupled with her beer guzzling, almost made Deacon tell her to slow down...ALMOST...but with the outfit she was wearing, and the way she was sucking on that joint, gave every indication that Deacon was about to get some married white pussy tonight!
