I should have thrown that card away. I felt terrible about what I had done. I had decided to just keep the fond memories and try and forget the guilt. In time it would fade. But the old bedroom just wasn't the same. Every time I would lay on the sheets I felt the craving for the intense excitement of that night return completely undiminished. It soon got so that I couldn't even get to sleep without masturbating or a fuck from Bill. Sex with the hubby was just the same, or as close as it can get when you know there's so much more out there. Somehow, I knew I couldn't just settle back into my old routine and forget that giant cock and black skin.
One evening two weeks later I found myself fingering Derek's card. The edges were getting tattered and I had long since memorized the number. I decided I had to have another go, if Derek was willing. I picked up the phone and left a message that I would be taking a sick day. Then I dialed Derek, asking for a ride. He said he'd be over tomorrow morning. When he heard the address he said he'd be over early.
Bill left the next morning on schedule. I stayed in my robe, playing sick. As soon as he left I showered and just put the robe on. There was a knock at the door almost as soon as I did. I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and anxiety about what I was getting myself into, but my desire had been driving me mad. I just couldn't get fucking that huge black cock out of my mind.
"Call for a ride?" he asked as I opened the door.
I just smiled and walked away from the open door. "I'll get you a glass of water," I said. "I know driving's hard work."
I hadn't finished pouring the glass when I felt his hips up against my backside, that wonderful bulge already obvious. I was wet with anticipation before he had even arrived and in no time he had lifted me onto the kitchen counter and was working his cock slowly into me. What nervousness I had felt melted away with the overwhelmingly intense pleasure of being penetrated to the maximum by his black flesh. With each gentle push a little more of him slid in and my vagina stretched to it limits to accommodate. Finally when I thought I could take no more he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him hard into me. He laid me softly on the comforter and surged forward slowly in my saddle. Only a few minutes later I came with him still only pumping me slowly.
Knowing he had pleasured me he picked up his pace and pounded me hard to his own satisfaction. As he rolled off I knew I would get a lot more fucking. I stood up to go to the bathroom and felt his thick semen running out of me down my leg. I knew I was taking a chance every time I took him bareback, but the need was so sudden and the feel of flesh on flesh so erotic. Even as I returned he was ready for me again and we sucked and fucked all morning long. When he left me worn out and used up, I knew that I still had not had nearly enough. A second mind blowing blackfuck had not sated me, it had only increased my hunger. I wondered to what lengths I would go before I had had enough.
At least the next day I was able to concentrate on work. Bill was busy at work too with his new account, and was basically going to be working late and weekends for a few months. Perfect, I thought in the back of my mind. I called Derek and set up an almost regular schedule; long lunches twice a week and every Saturday morning, Sunday too sometimes. Saturday mornings were my favorite. I'd invite him back to the bedroom for the first fuck, always fierce and needy for us both. Then I loved to just have him slow fuck me for hours. The sight of his toned black torso laboring above me, the root of his thick black pole rising and falling slowly above my thin muff and pale white thighs as his enormous presence filled and stretched and stroked me was something I burned into my memory a dozen times over the next few weeks. For my long lunches sometimes we would meet at my house and spend and hour just fucking steady, or sometimes in his cab on the top floor of my parking garage.
If I sometimes wondered why I was so unfaithful to my husband for just a fuck from some black guy, I was reminded every time I sat impaling myself slowly upon his enormous, jet black cock. I got to know the taste of his sperm in my mouth and pussy very well. Every time it was the best sex I had ever had and every time he left me with anticipation of the next time.
And I wanted more. I told Derek this once as I slumped atop his waist, exhausted and sore with what I knew to be my last orgasm of the day. He laughed softly as he massaged my ravished breasts. "I don't know if I want to share you," he said.
I collapsed off of him and he rolled over onto me. Stretched and slippery as I was with my excitement and his semen, he slipped in with little effort. He started to pump and in a labored whisper I told him "Ahh! Derek, we can't keep doing this, ahh!"
"We'll see," he replied, and he quickened his pace. "Oh you fuckin' bitch!" Splashing his last load onto my womb, he got up and left me without a word.
He didn't call or answer after that for a week. I thought maybe he had decided to call it off. My pussy ached for just one more roll, but my brain was winning out. I was lucky to have gotten such a great ride and no worse for the wear, I'd just let it slip into my past, a pleasant memory of forbidden lust. I did hear from him again, but when I did it was for the last time.
This call arrived late, while Bill was at home. I had to tell him it was student I was tutoring, one who had not read my instruction sheet. Derek told me to meet him tomorrow at an address, not his house. He laughed when I asked what this place was. He assured me it was what we always met for. He said his cock missed my tender, tight, white hole and I started to blush. I ended the call and before I had even hung up my crotch was slick. I'd go tomorrow, no doubt about it.
The next morning I jumped out of bed like a kid at Christmas. Bill was already gone and I called in sick and showered. I was well rested and my pussy was too, too well rested, in fact. I thought I would have to take an extra long time with Derek today. I dressed in the same short black dress and thin French g-string he had slipped off of me that first night.
The address turned out to be the Marriott. Perfect, I thought. I went in and right up to the desk. When I gave them Derek's name they handed me a key. He'd booked the honeymoon suite. Sounded like fun. If I was wet when I got to the hotel, I was practically fingering myself on the way up the elevator. When I got to the room there was no one there. I looked around. It had a whirlpool bathtub, an overstuffed couch, and a king size bed with a down mattress. I was excited by the possibilities. There was a courtesy basket in the room with three bottles of champagne. I poured a glass and turned on the TV to wait.
