Waking up the next morning I had breakfast, took a quick jog, showered, then got dressed for work. Kissing my husband goodbye just as he was going to bed I drove off to my part time job for the next several hours. My body may have been at work yet my mind was day dreaming about last night and what I had done with Terrell. Just thinking about it turned me on a little. I know it was wrong, that goes without saying. It felt so good not only having sex with him and his massive black cock because God knows that part really, really felt good! The other part was the attention Terrell was giving me that my husband John was usually too busy for. Granted that was only physical attention but it was still lacking in my marriage and seemed to be the only thing that way.
When work finally ended I drove back home again. Getting out of the car I starting walking towards my front door when I heard Terrell's voice. Looking over I saw him in his doorway motioning for me to come to him. Walking over I told him I didn't have much time to talk since I had to get dinner started before John woke up. Terrell looked at me with an evil grin.
"That's fine with me. I didn't wanna talk anyway and I'll make it quick" he said. Before I even realized what he meant he was already pulling me by the arm into his place feeling me up right away. I told him I didn't have time for this. That John would be up soon and was expecting me and was no way I was going to do anything sexual with him now. In less then three minutes I was bent over the table next to his front door. My hands gripping the edge holding tightly. My skirt was pulled up, panties draped around one of my ankles, and Terrell's hands wrapped around my waist as his big black cock was being thrust in and out of me. I am not going to complain at all, it felt so fucking good and a great unexpected surprise. For a quickie it went on for a while, at least eight or nine minutes. Until finally Terrell let out a deep moan and shoving it all in as he coated the deepest parts of my pussy with his cum for a second time. Once he pulled out I quickly pulled my panties back up, adjusted my skirt, and hair. Terrell gave me a short kiss before I darted back over to my house. The moment I threw open the door John was walking down the stairs into the living room having just woken up.
John gave me a kiss as he headed for the kitchen sitting down to read something in the paper. I went into the kitchen to start making dinner. As I stood there I could feel something wet on my panties. "Holy Crap!" I thought to myself. I never got a chance to clean myself up after having sex with Terrell and now his seaman was leaking out onto my panties. Bad enough he cums a lot but now to have it soaking my underwear and more so when my husband is not ten feet from me. Quickly as I could I finished dinner and was going to excuse myself to change when John insisted that I sit down and eat first. I made a few attempts to leave but he was having none of it. As I sat there eating the only thing I could think of was what was going on between my legs. Eating as fast as I could I stood up to leave when John jumped up blocking me. I asked him to let me go just as he kissed me deeply and started to feel me up. Looking me in the face he asked if I were in the mood since it had been too long since we had made love together. "Holy crap again!" ran through my head. He wants to have sex. How the hell would I explain how a black man's seaman made it into my panties and more so into me?
"I can't tonight John" I said pulling away. "I'm not feeling well. I have to run up to the bathroom." John understood letting me go as I dashed upstairs. Taking my clothes off I found the crotch of my panties wet and already getting a white stain on them. Cleaning myself up I balled the panties and tossed them into the hamper to be cleaned. Fuck that was too close. Glad that John bought that excuse. I didn't see Terrell for another two days until I went out for my morning jog. I actually passed him on the street and we talked and walked back to our houses. I explained what happened after the last time we had sex which made Terrell laugh, a lot. I told him it wasn't funny yet he sure as hell thought it was. As we passed by his place he asked me if John were asleep yet?
"I think he is. Why?" I asked.
"Good, then he won't be missin' you" he replied as he wrapped his hand around my arm leading into his place. Without even thinking I followed. The second we closed the door behind us he kissed me deeply on the lips, tongue and all. Breaking the kiss not long after it started he stared right into my blue eyes. "I know it's only been a couple days but I've been needin' you bad girl. Already so fuckin' hard" he said as he placed one hand on the top of my head and another on my shoulder, pushing me downwards to my knees. I was now facing right at his crotch with his hard on pressing against his pants.
"I think you know what I want right now Marisa" he said looking down at me. I had no doubt what he wanted at all. With a smile on my face I told him I'd be happy to as I started undoing his pants. Pulling them down along with his underwear his massive black cock jumped out, hard as a rock and pointing at my face. Wrapping my hand around it I slowly stroked it before moving my face closer. Running my light pink tongue up and down the long black shaft a couple of time then around the big head just before sliding it between my lips. Looking up at Terrell's face to watch his expression I slowly guided it into my mouth. My lips were stretched as wide as I could possibly get them around his cock taking it as deep as I could into my mouth.
Now I know it might seem odd to a few people out there but I am one of those woman who actually likes giving blowjobs. It turns me on. Hell, I already was and I just started. I'm not sure why yet there was something extra hot sliding Terrell's dick into my mouth. Just the sight of my pale hand wrapped around his big black shaft as I glided it in and out of my mouth, running my tongue around it, etc. Terrell grabbed the back of my head as I did my best with my mouth to give him pleasure and using my left hand to stroke his shaft at the same time.
"Yeah that's right white girl, suck that big black dick!" he said as he tightly held the back of my head. I don't know why but just him saying that got me so wet it isn't funny. I never thought being called 'white girl' would turn me on.
"Fuckin' hot to see that wedding ring on your hand while your holdin' my dick. Your husband not knowin' his lovely white wife is on her knees suckin' a big black cock. You gonna kiss him with that mouth?" he said with a laugh.