Tim loosened his tie from around his neck a bit. Earlier in the day, shortly after he'd gotten to work, he had thought about loosening it up and maybe not even wearing one. However, one thing led to another – a meeting popped up then lunch with a client – and the day slipped away. Now, it was coming up on 5 o'clock and Tim was anxious to get home to his wife, Rosa. She had an appointment today, so she only worked have a day, meaning she was probably home for much of the afternoon by herself. Shortly after getting off of a call, Tim stepped up to his office window. Traffic was quickly building up on Mapplethorpe Parkway, running along the base of Creampie Ridge. The jungles thick canopy met with the sky in the distance. Thick clouds set over the city, acting like a lid on the hill-surrounded Aratego. Thunder rumbled in the background, almost like a calling letting Lascivious know there was something on the way.
"That's it, I'm out," Tim said. The temptation had just been too much. It was 4:30, so he was only going cut thirty minutes off of his day. Anxious to get out of there before whatever storm was on the way got to the city, Tim shoved documents into his bag then turned off his computer. Next stop was the elevator then a quick zig-zag through the parking garage.
Five minutes later, Tim crawled down Mandingo Boulevard. The street connected the lagoon with Orgasm Circle – a congested area where traffic always started for any of the streets that branched off into other directions.
"Dammit, I knew this would happen," Tim said. He wasn't the least bit surprised a storm was on the way. When he'd pulled out of the garage, he texted Rosa to let her know he'd be home in twenty minutes. Now, with the tree-lined Mandingo Boulevard clogged up, he figured he would call Rosa back and let her know he would probably be a little longer than expected with getting home. The thick clouds resting over Aratego started pouring rain by the buckets. People caught in it out on the sidewalks dashed toward intersections and across streets. He decided he would just go ahead and call her rather than try to text.
While Tim drove cautiously, he noticed someone standing in the doorway of a building's side entrance – the entrance, like in a lot of Aratego buildings, acts as an access to a staircase that usually leads up to apartments above storefronts and offices. His lane slowed just in time for him to make out what it looked like he was seeing. A car was pulling into a parking spot on a narrow, dark street just as Tim braked behind another car. A black man, naked as the rain poured down over the side of the building, stood behind the rain-water shield. He licked his lips, looking on anxiously as the white car finished parking then the doors open. Tim's eyes bulged when the guy turned back toward the staircase, as if he were checking to see if anyone was behind him or coming down the stairs. There was a light on in the background, giving the 6'3", lean muscular man's silhouette much more visibility. Nobody with functioning eyes would've not seen the swaying mass of meat between the black man's legs.
Traffic moved forward a bit. Tim glanced at the dark side street when he could as he carefully stayed a certain distance behind the car in front of him. Despite having to look away at least six times – six times too many, six times where each and every time he feared he would look back at the building's side entrance and find nothing but a closed door – he had looked at just the right moment to see what was happening: a couple exited the parked car, dashed quickly under the awning, then into the doorway. The woman was all smiles; the black man, the head of his manhood slapping against his thighs with every move he made, smiled seductively as he leaned down and kissed the brunette. The guy, who Tim presumed to be the brunette's husband, looked out at the street nervously then seemed to lose his train of thought. His head slanting down toward the black man's crotch, the man's eyes accidentally meeting with the black man's massive cock. After their brief greeting, the door closed swiftly.
A chuckle slipped out of Tim's lips as he shook his head. Rain poured so hard that having his windshield wipers on even the highest setting still wasn't enough. Traffic still crawled northwest on Mandingo Boulevard as it climbed a steady slope, toward the Black Cock Gardens. "I know how that guy feels," Tim commented to himself. He looked back at the building – a glance that would be forever imprinted in his mind with an image of a black man and his swaying cock greeting a couple, in from the rain. Briefly, the sweet memories from the night Nat fucked the living daylights out of his wife Rosa came flooding back to the executive. His lips curled into a smile, whether he knew it or not. Even though he'd been driving in one hell of a storm for the last twenty minutes or so, his mind was more at ease when he thought about Nat drilling his wife from behind. Such a site had been such an iconic moment for the husband.
Just as Tim had been getting a bit lost in the memories, his phone rang. He quickly snapped out of it. It was Rosa calling. "Hello?"
"Tim, did you leave the office yet?" Rosa asked. Her voice was a bit fret. "This storm looks pretty bad. The news is saying that they're closing certain streets downtown because they're flooding so bad. Supposedly, houses are flooding over in Port Lascivious."
"Yeah, I left already," Tim said. "And yeah, I'm not surprised to hear any of that. I'm on Mandingo Boulevard...and have been for a while. Traffic on here is pretty bad. I think it's about to get a little better because you know at a certain point, people pull off and start using other streets."
"I was just getting worried, you know," Rosa said. "I thought I saw the lights flicker earlier, but I could have been me just imagining it. I feel like I might have heard thunder, though."
"Yeah, I heard thunder when I was leaving the office," Tim said. "And I think this is gonna get worse. I feel like the news said this wasn't going to come until tonight, but you see they were wrong."
Rosa giggled.
Just as Tim had been about to speak, Rosa said something about someone calling her. He asked who it was, but Rosa had already rushed him off the phone. Tim looked at his screen when the call ended. His forehead wrinkled with confusion. "Who the hell could've been calling to where she would need to hang up like that?" He sighed. "God, I hope it's not her friend Sarah." Sarah always came around with dating drama – convo that Tim was sure rubbed off on his wife Rosa.
Tim trudged through the traffic until Mandingo Boulevard sloped up the hill. The neighborhood gradually improved, going from dense, lower-income apartments to condos with balconies and private gardens. When Tim pulled into his parking spot out in front of their white-stone apartment building, he'd just put the car in PARK mode when he noticed his living room light was on. The light being on wasn't odd, as he knew Rosa was there. What was odd, though, was that his wife seemed to be doing a lot of walking around, judging by the silhouette showing through the blinds.
"I wonder what that woman is up to," Tim said, chuckling as he was getting ready to brave the rain.
Tim had been wondering for much of the ride why Rosa didn't call back. He kept that very question on his mind as he darted with his bag – no umbrella – up the walkway and into the building lobby. A few minutes later, Tim was stepping off of the elevator and heading for his apartment door. At the back of his mind was the image of the big-cocked black man waiting at the doorway for the couple back off of Mandingo Boulevard. Tim so vividly remembered when the guy turned and how the light pronounced his body – his heavy cock and balls hanging between his legs. In fact, it was a bit ironic that Tim had seen such a sighting today. This morning, on his way down The Parkway of the Endowed, the 32-year-old had been thinking about that very thing – about how to broach the idea of another night with Nat. Tim loved his wife more than anything in the world. What that big black cock gave to her he knew he would never, no matter how hard he tried, be able to give that to her. And who was he to prevent his wife from having that kind of experience? Her happiness was first and foremost.
Tim let himself into their apartment and was quite surprised by what he saw. Rosa, in gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, rushed around the house as if she had just been ordered to evacuate. Tim looked at her for a moment before he spoke. Rosa gathered up loose mail on the coffee table and stuffed it into the bookcase. She then yanked the closet door open and grabbed the broom. Tim watched his shapely wife rush over to the kitchen and start sweeping.
