"Hold on for a minute, I gotta run in and let them know I'll be detained for awhile."
"I won't get you into any trouble, will I?"
"Ha, I'm pretty sure we don't have to worry about that! No, it'll be fine," Mike answered. "And besides, who says she has to know anything?"
"Not I," I replied, feeling naughtier by the minute.
I stood waiting for him in a flustered state. We both knew good and well that something was going to happen at his house. My curiosity was still in a peaked state, but I wasn't really ready to break my marriage vows. I wanted to play some more, and quite frankly, I wanted to see his big cock again. Possibly play with it a bit, and if he made me (and I hoped he would) I wanted to show him that I was as good as Tina at pleasing him, and WAY better than Raquel had been.
"Yes," I thought to myself, "I will probably suck his cock again, given the chance." I wanted to taste his cock again. I even found myself wanting that flood of semen that Raquel got last time and Tina so kindly cleaned off of her. That would be the limit. I would suck him off, but wouldn't really let him touch me, and certainly not let him fuck me. That I would reserve for Jem. This was the way I rationalized that it was ok. Sure, it was thin, but it would have to do.
Mike didn't leave me waiting very long. He finished up his errands inside, and met me again in the parking lot. I hoped that I looked as good to him as he looked to me. As he walked me to his car, he gently placed his hand on my back. I felt chills race through me at this initial touch. As we neared his car, I felt him slid his hand down, and nearly squealed as I felt his hand gently grip my butt! He only did it for a moment, just long enough for me to know that his intentions were likely far from pure, and I actually found myself wanting more. However, there was no way I could take the role of the aggressor that would have to come from him. I did, however, find myself hoping he would continue to push the limits.
On the way to his place we chit chatted a bit. He asked me about 'my little man', and I said he was just fine. He again apologized for hitting him with the volleyball, and stated that he hoped he didn't do any permanent damage.
I have to admit that found it a bit brazen that he continued to talk about my husband. Normally, I would expect a guy who wanted to flirt around or play with a married lady to avoid the husband topic all together, to avoid throwing any emotional complications into the mix, to avoid possibly sabotaging his chances. Mike, on the other hand, was too confident for that. It seemed like he WANTED me to think of Jem, almost as if he were taunting me with it a bit. Like he wanted me to think of him, and STILL want to go through with whatever lay ahead of us. The scary thing was that was exactly what was happening! Regardless of any thoughts I had of my husband and our happy marriage, I was going to go through with this. True, I would keep it under control, but I had no intention of backing out now.
Soon he steered the conversation around to my looks. He kept telling me what a hot little white chic I was, how lucky my little man was, and that he hoped I wasn't too much for him. He also went on to tell me how he had noticed me right away, the moment he saw me and how interested he was in me from that first time.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not completely naïve. I have had guys feed me these kind of lines many times in the past. I remembered full well that the first time he met me he had just gotten done having his throat down Tina's throat, and scarcely noticed me sitting there.
I've turned lots of guys down who did a better job BSing than Mike. He was trying to sweet talk his way into my pants, and he was far from the first guy to try this. Normally I would have shut a guy down long ago, but for some reason, it was working very well for Mike. Perhaps it was because it didn't really matter WHAT he said to me. Though he was quite charismatic, I was pretty sure it was something a bit more primeval that was propelling this situation further.
About that time we arrived at a subdivision of condos. He didn't have to tell me that it was his and Tina's place as we arrived. I had been to Tina's place before he had ever met her. I continued to surprise myself by not really being all that reluctant, as I followed him through the front door, though I did feel myself getting goose bumps as the cool rush of air conditioning met with my warm skin. I looked down at my arms, at the fine hairs standing on end, then glanced down at my chest and noticed my nipples were prominently poking out of my tight t shirt.
As we entered, he held the door open for me and I walked past him. As I was passing, I felt him place his hand squarely on my ass. He used his other hand to grab a belt loop on my jeans and pull me back into him! I felt myself crush against his huge frame – it didn't budge. He lifted me slightly as he bent down to me, I have never experienced anything like it – being lifted from my feet as though I weighed nothing. At the same time, he drew me to him, covering my lips with his in a huge, sensuous kiss! I was kissing someone other than Jem for the first time in years. Before I even considered what was happening, I felt his tongue in my mouth, and what's more, I was kissing back and lightly moaning for all I was worth.
It was so different than kissing Jem. With Jem, it was always very gentle and loving. With Mike, it was hard, and urgent, and scary, and demanding-all at the same time. I felt as if I was falling.
Though my eyes were closed tightly, I heard him somehow manage to close the door. He lifted me up higher, spun me around, and pinned me hard against the door. I felt completely at his disposal. He was moving me around like a little rag doll-like a plaything. God, that was such a hot image in my mind, and I moaned a little louder back into his eager mouth. He knew he had me. Hell, he may have known he had me the moment he saw me that day.
My mind was pretty much made up at this point. I had been thinking about, obsessing about, and fantasizing about his cock every since Tina started telling Raquel and I about it. She had gone on and on in great detail about it, until her obsession had seemed to somehow transfer to me. I had listened to her, envisioned it, envied her, fantasized about it, and then finally she had been so brazen as to display it before me – to wave it under my nose at our barbeque. She had even allowed me to briefly experiment with it, expecting that to be enough. Well, it wasn't enough- I wanted MORE!
All at once, his hands were all over my body. Instinctively, I moved my hand to the front of his athletic shorts and began rubbing the massive meat inside them. It was only partially hard, but it felt so huge and heavy through his shorts already! I was panting into his mouth, I wanted it – and he knew it.
My desires seemed to completely overtake me at this point. I became single-minded. All I wanted to do was please this man, to make him realize that I was so much better than he had originally anticipated and joked about the night of our barbeque. I wanted to go down on him, only this time, I wanted his sperm. I didn't want to share it with my friends – I didn't even want them to know about this. Regardless of how I felt about Jem, the man who was so effortlessly lifting me in his arms had become my sole fixation!
I pulled back from the kiss, panting out loud now. "My God, you are so huge," I exclaimed honestly. I wasn't at all trying to mask the fact that I wanted what was inside his shorts.
"All the better to please a pretty little married lady such as your self," he replied smugly. "You need to take it out, before I hurt myself in these shorts!"
Again I noted that it wasn't really a request. He was telling me exactly what he wanted me to do, and I required no further coaching. This is exactly what I had come here for, wasn't it? I mean, all that staying faithful stuff I had been trying to tell myself, it was really just a phasod-a silly excuse to enable me to summon the courage to come over here in the first place.
Doing as I was instructed, I dropped to my knees in front of him in a similar fashion to what I had done in my own back yard on the pervious evening. I eagerly grabbed his shorts in both hands, on each side of him, and tugged them down. He was wearing no underwear, so his erection sprang out at me, almost menacingly! There is was, the thing I had been dreaming about; the cock that I pretended was inside me the last time Jem and I fucked and Jem thought I was asleep. I looked at my hands which I had placed on each of his thighs, and marveled at how attractive my white skin looked against his dark black skin.
As I stared up cross-eyed up his long, thick, slightly bent, black cock, I noticed a large, thick drop of fluid oozing out of the tip. I could resist no longer as I swooped in, greedily licking the hot liquid into my mouth. I could taste his strong but wonderful seed.
Any hint of hesitation melted away from me as I took him as far into my mouth as I could fit. I was determined to impress him, so similar to last night, I relaxed my throat and surprised both him and myself by taking well over 2/3 of his massive cock into my mouth and throat.
I could see his surprise when I looked up into his eyes. I could tell he was not used to women being able to do this, and a huge surge of pride suddenly overtook me, giving me a bit of confidence and further fueling my excitement. As I tasted him, I thought to myself that I was determined to make this the best he had ever had-to show him that I was so much better than Tina. Then, when Tina bragged on and on to me later, I could know that it was actually me who had bragging rights!
