Paula and Bob, the perfect couple
Paula woke up to feel the warm body of her husband at her back. She had a headache from drinking too much last night but as she closed her eyes to try and get some more sleep the phone rang.
"Hello." She said gruffly.
"Hi honey. You still in bed?" It was Bob, her husband.
Aghast, she looked over her shoulder to see who was in bed with her. It was a black man, a nigger, as she always referred to black people. She dropped the phone.
She quickly picked it up off the floor, to hear bob saying, "What happened, you okay honey?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, I just dropped the phone. Where are you, are you coming home soon?" She had to know to get this situation sorted out. She was wide awake now, but everything was still fuzzy.
"I'm still in San Francisco and probably won't be able to get away until tomorrow."
Thank God she thought, there's time. But he was going on, "....so this thing is going to last longer than....." She didn't hear what he was saying, but trying to think of what had happened at Glenda's party last night.
He was still talking, "......and with luck we'll be through tonight and I'll call you in the morning. Bye honey."
"G'bye babe." She said as she hung up.
She hadn't heard much of what he'd said except that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. It had been a church thing at Glenda's but there'd been a lot of wine, and she'd got drunk. Someone had said she shouldn't drive, so this man, this black man had offered to drive her home.
The minister, Cal, was changing things, trying to integrate the congregation, and had brought a black man, Clarence, in as assistant pastor to help things along. She and Bob were thinking of changing churches because they wanted nothing to do with niggers. They lived in a totally white part of Atlanta in a gated community. They'd never mixed with those people and never intended to.
It started to come back to her now. As they drove she started to wonder if it was true what they said, that black men had big cocks. So she'd reached over and put her hand in his lap.
"Please don't do that." He'd said
She'd laughed and continued to feel around for his penis, finally finding a soft lump of flesh in his pants. He'd pushed her hand away. Who did he think he was, rejecting her, the homecoming queen at her college five years ago?
Next thing she remembered was having her hand inside his pants and finding his penis, and as she caressed it it stated to swell.
Clarence was having difficulty driving. "Please stop what you're doing." He said and tried to push her hand away.
"That's more like it." She said as it started to harden in her hand.
Next thing she remembered they'd pulled into the driveway and had stopped. She had his cock out and was trying to get her mouth on it.
"Stop that!" He gave her a hard shove and got out of the car.
He came around to her side and opened the door. Her skirt was hiked up over her thighs, and she turned toward him and opened her legs.
"You wanna fuck me Clarence?"
The rest was hazy, but she remembered him dragging her into the house and she'd gone limp in his arms. He must have carried her upstairs but nothing was clear from there. She'd clearly kissed him; kissed those thick lips that were so sensual. Then she recalled being on her back on the bed, legs wide open as he pounded her.
