The Sunday morning light woke Jamie up as she got out of bed. Trying to make sure she wasn't imagining things she looked behind her to see Marcus sleeping soundly. His rock hard body was like a marble statue, she pulled the covers down to check if his cock was as big as it felt.
Yep, it was. Startled she pulled the cover back up and began to think about the odd situation she had put herself in. She loved John, how could she be so weak? What was wrong with her?
She got up and took a shower trying to sort the problems running through her head. The hot water splashed around her, cleansing her of the oils, sweat, and fluids that covered her rich smooth skin. Stepping out she saw Marcus smiling on the bed.
"You shouldn't be smiling. We have nothing to be proud of." Jamie said.
"Ms. Jamie I know what we did was wrong, but it felt right didn't it?"
Ms. Jamie, there was her little boy again. She looked at him, a towel covering her wet body and the sheets covering him from the waist down. The sunlight made the room feel warm.
"Marcus...." Her voice trailed off listening to his rationale. It had felt good, it was just a lustful episode that couldn't be repeated that's all.
Marcus pulled the sheet off of his body. His naked black body laying on her white sheets. He laid there staring at her.
"Jamie...." He said her name this time as a man. His thick log of a cock resting against his thigh.
"Yes?" she said asking.
"When does John come home?"
"Tuesday he said." Her eyes fixated on his cock.
"Why can't we enjoy this for a few more days?"
It didn't take long for her to accept his rationale. She had already cheated, might as well make it worth it. Not wanting to let him know her eagerness at his offer she looked at him.
"I think we should stop while we're ahead." She said as she watched his cock grow.
"Of course, there's no reason you should suffer." She said as she untied the towel around her body.
He started to stroke his cock.
"You like watching this old lady don't you Marcus. You like jerking off to me don't you?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am I do." He grinned, his cock nearly a foot in the air as she climbed onto the bed.
She dropped the towel to ask, "What do you like most about this old lady?"
"I love those white titties," Marcus said as she grabbed her breasts and teased her nipples.
"I love that white pussy," he continued as she rotated her hips back and forth in a slow sexy dance.
"Marcus you know what I love?" she said as she began to crawl towards him on the bed.
"I think you like dick." He said waving his cock under her nose.
