I woke up at Othello's place, feeling slightly groggy from the minimal sleep I'd eventually managed. Still deliciously tender from the night of debauchery that had taken place. Exhausted but so content, entirely satisfied and glowing inside.
The previous evening, I'd been expecting a romantic date night with Othello. Little did I know he'd take me completely by surprise when I discovered his gym buddy Gabe, had also turned up for the ride. The night had culminated in them both taking their turns and having their way with me. I had relished every seductive second.
Othello had promised to have me back to Hanna's place before she finished her night shift and returned home. It was still dark outside and I wanted desperately to just spend the day in bed with my exquisite ebony hunk.
He convinced me it was for the best that I be in bed by the time Hanna came back to her place. The last thing we wanted was to cause friction or encourage any suspicion that may arise if I wasn't there. I reluctantly agreed but was seriously tempted to stay put and continue where we'd left off.
I got dressed, my legs still a little unstable from the antics of the previous hours. Othello and I giggled together as we recapped the night and tidied the place up. The musky smell of sex clung to the air and every few seconds I'd experience a heady flashback to what we had gotten up to earlier that night, it was enough to make me blush.
When we were both dressed, we made small talk until the time came for us to leave. I couldn't resist straddling his lap one last time as he sat on the edge of the bed. We kissed tenderly and he grasped me tight to his muscly chest until reluctantly, we tore ourselves apart from each other and Othello helped me to my feet. We walked to his car hand in hand, and at this moment in time, I was past caring if we were seen by curious onlookers. It was still dark on a cold winter's morning so fortunately there weren't too many people about.
As we drove through the dimly lit streets my mind kept wandering to the night before. Although Gabe had been really rough with me earlier in the evening (which I'd secretly loved), Othello had seemed very caring and I felt certain he'd genuinely wanted me to enjoy myself, which indeed I had. He'd been acting more loving and passionate towards me lately and made me feel 100% safe in his company. He was becoming almost protective over me. Once again, I felt like a doting school girl with a crush on the Prom King. A mighty, muscly, strong black Adonis of a Prom King.
We arrived outside Hanna's midwife accommodation and it felt like time had just passed so quickly. I wish I could have slowed it down to just be back at Othello's apartment and spend a little longer with him. Alas... we both got out of the car, he came quickly around to my side and pulled me to him, his big hands holding my hips firmly.
"No, I don't want to go yet." I pleaded, looking up into his brown eyes and cheekily playing up to wanting him. Teasing because I wanted him to stay. I knew it was impossible.
"I had a great time, baby." He replied in his deep husky voice. "We can meet again very soon, don't worry."
His hand went to my chin and lifted it up. I pouted my bottom lip out to show my disappointment. We both giggled and he pulled me to him. I gave a sheepish glance left and right, to make sure nobody was around and I really shouldn't have, but I leaned in to kiss him. I closed my eyes and we kissed deep, his hands caressing my face and neck. Fuck, he knew just how to get me going. We kissed passionately and as he held me tight against him, I could feel his cock grow and press against me. I quickly tried to calculate how I could manipulate this situation and have some more of Othello's delicious black cock. I was trying to figure out, did we have enough time? Could he come into the apartment? Could he just fuck me here, right up against the car? I needed him so much right now! But all so risky...
It was at that moment, the entrance door to the apartment block slammed shut. We immediately broke the kiss and pretended to be talking closely. Othello casually nodded his head in greeting to someone walking down the path behind me. I pretended to be unconcerned but really my heart was beating in a blind panic. I glanced over my shoulder, and to my horror, witnessed Darius strolling down the path towards us. Then it clicked, Darius was wearing his scrubs, he was on his way to work. Of course, Darius works Hanna's swing shift. How could I not have considered this? I must have forgotten in my lustful daze.
"Morning," Othello said nonchalantly.
"Good morning Gentlemen," Darius responded in his American drawl.
I took a big gulp and attempted to remain calm. Darius may not have seen anything, just play it cool, I told myself.
"Urm, morning Darius'' I said, ''Errr, this is Othello, a friend of mine." Trying my hardest to appear casual.
They shook hands and I explained that Darius is Hanna's flatmate. I had never thought that my two favourite men would meet like this. The conversation was a little suggestive and extremely awkward and I wished the ground would swallow me up. Darius made a point of letting us both know that Hanna would be home very soon, as he was heading in to relieve the night shift. He finally waved goodbye and gave me a wink, which I'm sure was not missed by Othello, before he strode on along the road towards the hospital. He definitely suspected something. How was I going to get out of this one?
When Darius was out of sight, Othello gave me a small kiss and recommended I head inside before Hanna returns home. I would obviously have to come up with some excuses if Darius mentioned anything to her on their shift changeover.
I entered the apartment and quickly showered, although it would have taken a lot longer to wash away the filth from last night's antics. I was trying to think how to explain this all away, but was exhausted and couldn't think straight. I climbed into Hanna's bed and crashed out.
I woke a few hours later with the winter sun lighting up the room through a crack in the curtains. Hanna was asleep next to me and had obviously managed to get in from work and climb into bed without disturbing me in my comatose, exhausted state. She looked beautiful and peaceful, her pale smooth skin glistening slightly in the sunlight. It was way too early to wake her after her night shift, so I got out of bed, closed the curtains properly and left her to sleep. I padded down to the kitchen to make some coffee and contemplate what to do with the day.
As the coffee was brewing, I reminisced about the night before. How Othello and Gabe had seduced me, which led to finally living out one of my deepest and darkest fantasies. Othello had known exactly what I wanted and had made me feel special the whole night through, as well as them both giving me the fucking of my entire life.
My cock stirred in my boxers shorts as I recalled how I'd been such a slut in my Christmas panties and something I never thought possible, the moment that Othello and Gabe both had their big black cocks inside me. My first experience of getting double penetrated. Fuck, now I was getting horny all over again!
Over a strong, hot coffee, I scrolled through my phone to read my messages from the last few hours I'd been asleep. I read a text from Othello, again telling me how he'd had such an amazing time the night before and instructing me to get some well-needed rest. I smiled to myself and wondered when I'd next see him.
Then, the next message was from Darius, and it was the one I'd been dreading, quizzing me about who he had seen me with outside the apartment block that morning. I honestly did not know how to play this one. Would Darius be jealous if he knew I had been meeting another man? Would he feel a sense of loyalty to Hanna and tell her, or make me come clean and confess everything?
I told him it was just an old friend and we'd had a bit of a late night, denying that anything was going on between us.
He immediately called me out on the BS and said it looked like some pretty passionate kissing for a friend. Oh fuck, he'd seen everything. Before I could reply, he texted me again demanding an explanation. He told me Hanna had a girls night out planned and insisted that tonight, I would have to tell him the truth. He offered me the ultimatum that if I didn't come clean and tell him everything, he'd have no choice but to tell Hanna. As he pointed out, she doesn't deserve to be lied to.
I succumbed to his request, as I had been doing since the first time I had met him. Darius was the textbook dominant, alpha male and had made a habit of knowing exactly how to get me to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. This occasion was a little different from the last few times when it had been sexual, but his dominance shone through yet again. I agreed to confess all to him over a drink that evening when we would have the apartment all to ourselves.
The rest of the day was no fun at all. Earlier on I'd still been reminiscing about the steamy night before. A sense of complete fulfillment and even the fluttery feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you realise you're falling in love. I'd felt so happy and content. However, following the exchange of messages with Darius, I was now consumed with guilt, worry and confusion.
I'd been acting immaturely and selfishly with the whole situation. I'd told myself that I was merely following my desires, that it would be wrong to suppress them. But as time went on, and things were becoming more serious with Hanna, it was dawning on me that other people's feelings were also involved, I needed to consider that.
First, I had to figure out what I wanted. Yes, it would be great to carry on as I had been, having my cake and eating it, but I had to make choices. I was convinced that if I continued to see Othello, he would turn me 100%. That's the hold he had over me, and I kind of liked the thought, but how would that affect people around me and especially my relationship with Hanna? I was again questioning my sexuality. Although I hate to put a label on it, society has already done that. God, it was such a dilemma. Maybe talking it all through with Darius would help.
The rest of the day dragged by, and my mind was occupied with what would happen when Darius returned home. The past 24 hours seemed to have been spent in a heady blur. Hanna had gotten up and was already heading out of the door for her night out before I'd hardly registered. After wishing her a good time as she left, I was now alone in the apartment. My conflicting thoughts consumed me whilst I nervously waited for Darius to finish work.
I had been lost in my tormenting thoughts until I heard Darius' key in the front door, his steps leading down the hallway before he strolled into the living room with a confident swagger.
"Don't look so worried." He smirked at me.
"Why don't you fix us both a drink while I jump in the shower. It's been a long day."
He looked exhausted and his scrubs were not as clean and pressed as when I'd seen him that morning. Plus I knew the hours these guys pushed and I had nothing but respect for the hard work they put into every shift.
