Emily woke suddenly and for a moment was confused. Then, she saw Carlos leaning over her pushing her legs apart and moving into position between them. The sex and brief sleep had taken away her lust and the realization about what she had done hit her hard.
"No, no more, please! I need to go," she implored the black man.
"Baby, we got time. Sam and Janice went back to fucking," he declared.
Seeing the young wife sprawled out and freshly fucked had excited them and they returned to the bedroom.
Carlos pushed her legs open, moved his body between them, and put a hand on her shoulder to pin her so she couldn't move away. Nervously, she watched as he took his fat cock in his free hand and brought the head to her slit.
"Yeah...you still ready," he said as he teased her opening.
With his semen slowly oozing out of her opening, Carlos was able to coat the head and start to push inside.
"Please no," Emily whined, trying one last time to stop him.
Carlos ignored her and kept working his shaft to get deeper penetration. When he had made it halfway, he started quick, short thrusts intended to get them fully lubed. It worked, and less than a minute later he pushed forward until his balls were snug against her firm ass.
After a short pause, he started fucking the married white woman with powerful strokes. Before, he had shown some compassion in their coupling, but now, fueled by his own lust and goading from his cousin, he was going to make it all about him. Emily's fingernails bit into his biceps letting him know that he had her attention and that she was likely feeling some pain. However, rather than make him slow, the knowledge excited him further and his hammering became even more pronounced.
"Please...please, Carlos...you're hurting me," Emily begged.
"You best just close your eyes, Carlos' going to take it now," he grunted in response.
For the next few minutes, Emily did exactly that. She tried to take her mind off the pain she was feeling and the thought of her nasty cheating. But it was impossible to ignore what was happening and she suddenly realized that she was no longer feeling discomfort. Somehow, a warm feeling had replaced it deep in her pelvis that was beginning to radiate outward. Along with that, there was the sound of her pussy responding to its invader with wet smacking sounds. However, what put her back in a place of abandon was when she opened her eyes and saw the thick black monster sliding easily in and out of her body. Involuntarily, she shuddered and her pussy clamped down on Carlos' cock.
"Oh yeah...squeeze that thing baby...do it again," he spoke to her hoarsely, with a lust filled smile.
Strangely, Emily did as he demanded and used her muscles to clamp down and he responded by thrusting into her with more urgency.
"Ummm...uhhh..." she whined, abandoning her attempt to disassociate from the act.
"You liking it now," Carlos stated, and he took his hand and started pinching her small, erect nipples.
"Ohhh...ohhh...ummm...mmm..." she let out, showing the effect.
Janice and Sam could hear the bedsprings squeaking and the occasional excited whine from Emily. Together, they slowed their pace so they could listen to the mating occurring just down the hall.
"Tight ass bitch likes black cock," Sam said, stating the obvious.
"She needed it," Janice replied, and she felt both erotic exhilaration and a certain sense of worry as she audibly witnessed Emily's plunge.
They had all but stopped when they heard her orgasm start and seconds later, Carlos announced loudly that he was cumming. The cries and squeaking continued for a good minute before the sounds slowed then stopped altogether.
"Hurry up and finish," Janice instructed Sam.
She knew she was far from a climax, but wanted to give him the chance. It took just a few more minutes before Sam grunted, then groaned and put more of his seed into his lover.
"Emily, we need to go," Janice called out while gently knocking on the closed door.
Carlos had spooned up behind her after their mutual orgasm and held her tightly against his body. He was slowly stroking her from her breasts to her mound and she thought, by the swelling in his cock, that he might be building for another round. Thus, her supervisor's words provided a feeling of relief.
"I...I need my clothes. They're in the dryer," she answered, hoping Janice would bring them and save her the humiliation of walking naked through the house.
Shortly, there was another knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening. Janice appeared in the doorway carrying her things with Sam right behind peering over her shoulder. The only thing shielding her body from his view was her lover's body.
"We done had a good time," Carlos stated while pulling away from her and stretching.
His move did two things. First, it left her completely exposed and instinctively she used her hands to try and cover her privates. Second, it showed Carlos' large cock totally covered in her juices. She felt humiliated and the feeling grew when she saw the two men smiling at each other.
"Janice can you get them out so I can get dressed?" she begged.
"Kind of late to get modest," the black woman replied, but at the same time, she began to shoo the men from the room.
Janice closed the door behind her leaving Emily alone, and instantly she jumped from the bed, feeling the soreness already creeping into her pussy, and started putting on her clothes. When she finished, she took several deep breaths and then opened the door. Fortunately, her supervisor was alone, waiting for her in the small living room. She had told the men to get lost thinking it would be best for them to leave without any awkward goodbyes.
They drove in silence and were halfway to the office when the full realization of what she had done hit Emily, and a massive weight descended onto her chest. Her tears flowed while she gasped for air and Janice was concerned enough that she pulled the car over into a parking lot.
"Let it out, girl. Let it out. We've got plenty of time," she whispered while rubbing her shoulders.
"Oh God Janice what have I done!" she cried out.
"You had the best sex of your life. Now, I know how you are and you're going to feel bad, but you just need to calm down," she said.
"How am I going to face John? What am I going to say to him?" the young wife whimpered.
The black woman could see she was regaining some control, but she also knew she was fragile and could launch into a fresh round of crying at any moment.
"You ain't going to say shit to him. Not a word. You hear me? You get home tonight you pretend you're sick and go to bed and get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow when things are calmer," she instructed her trainee.
Emily nodded and they drove on to the office where, after another quick pep talk, she got in her car and left for home. Fortunately, she arrived before her husband and quickly went to the bathroom where she started a hot bath. She peeled off her clothes, and when she got to her panties, she was disgusted to discover that the crotch had filled with Carlos' slimy semen that had seeped from her body. In addition, there were dozens of small curly hairs not only mixed into the mess but also scattered across her pelvis. Leaving her clothes on the floor, she jumped into the hot water as if somehow it would wash away her sin.
Emily was in bed reading a book and drinking hot tea when she heard her husband at the door. His footsteps went to the kitchen before moving towards the bedroom.
"Honey, are you okay?" he asked when he saw her in bed.
"I'm not feeling well," she told him, following Janice's advice.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a concerned look.
"I'm not sure, I just have a headache and I'm a bit nauseous," she answered.
Emily made it through the night, although several times her guilt became so acute that it took all her willpower to keep from waking John and admitting her infidelity. She thought about how that conversation would go. Her husband had only raised his voice with her once or twice. He wasn't the overly jealous type or the kind of man to get angry and yell, although she felt in this case, she certainly deserved it. He wasn't a racist either but she believed he would be very surprised her cheating had been with a black man. No, she thought he would want to know what motivated her and what it meant for their relationship. The relationship answer would be easy, but the motivation response much harder. How could she ever tell her loving husband she had become aroused by her supervisor's dalliance and intrigued by a big cock?
For the next few days, Emily and Janice discussed the situation non-stop. Janice's tried to be supportive and soothe the young woman's psyche, but she also made a point of reminding her about what she had been missing. It was during lunch on the following Monday that she finally got the young wife to admit that it had been her best orgasm ever.
"But, Janice, it's supposed to be about making love. With someone you care about," she whined.
"Honey, sometimes you just need your toes curled," her friend replied, as she was well past the point in her life where she believed in love, soul mates and all that other romance novel crap.
"I'm not that way," Emily responded.
"Now, you know I'm your friend and I don't like seeing you upset, but you got to get off that high horse girl. You got fucked good and hard by a man that had you squealin. It ain't no more than that. If you don't want it no more than don't do it. Keep to John and leave it as a memory," Janice told her.
"Okay," the young wife replied, knowing Janice was growing tired of the subject.
"How's your cootie? You still sore?" the black woman asked.
"God, Janice. You can make me feel so embarrassed," Emily replied.
