Blackjack Holidays Ch 01

This is the story of a wimpy white husband whose adulterous wife has unprotected sex with a black man. If that's not your cup of tea, please don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please take a second to vote, and your comments and feedback are always welcome.

I picked up my purse and was almost out the door when my husband of four years hollered from the other room for me to wait a minute. I was anxious to leave but I paused and asked, "What is it Ron? I need to get over to the mall while I can still find a parking space."

"Cyndi, I was just thinking that I could go with you," Ron said as he walked toward me, tucking his polo shirt into his pants. "We could both do a little holiday shopping and then maybe we could catch some lunch in the mall food court."

Spending the afternoon with my husband was not what I had in mind. I smiled at him and said, "That sounds really nice, Sweetie, but I'll be browsing for your Christmas gifts and I can't have you looking over my shoulder. It'll spoil the surprise!"

"Okay," Ron said, a bit dejectedly. "Well, don't spend too much money on me. By the way, Cyndi, you look really nice, but then you always do."

"Ah, that's so sweet," I told Ron. I knew that I looked nice, even if I do say so myself, and I had taken special care to look extra nice that day. It was no accident. I weighed just 10 pounds more than I did in high school, and at the age of 27, I worked hard to keep my body in good shape. My long, straight blonde hair and perky boobs didn't hurt either. When people say that I look a lot like Ivanka Trump I take it as a compliment.

At that moment, I felt relieved that I had derailed Ron's plans to tag along. I gave him a quick kiss and headed out the door.

As I passed by the mall I perused the parking lot and estimated that it was about three-quarters full. I also noticed that a Christmas tree lot had been erected outside the Home Depot. I planned to share these observations with my husband when I got home. I made a left turn just past the mall and a right turn three blocks down the road. I turned into the apartment complex and parked my car in a visitor's space, then I checked my makeup in the rearview mirror before exiting and walking toward the building to visit apartment 209. My boyfriend lived there.

I knocked on his door and he greeted me with a big smile and a cheerful, "Bonjour ma belle. Comment allez-vous?"

Jack – that's my boyfriend – knows that I love to hear him speak French and it was his standard welcome for me.

"I'm just fine," I said as I fell into his big arms and shared a long, wet and sloppy kiss. Then I took a step back and said, "I really like the way you're dressed." Jack was naked as a jaybird.

Jack's real name is Jacques, but in school the other kids pronounced it Jack, so that became his nickname. His parents were both Haitian, having arrived in Miami on a rickety boat a few months before Jack was born. His Haitian heritage explains his black skin. He's not really any shade of brown. His skin is black. He grew up speaking English and Haitian Creole, which is derived from French, hence his ability to converse in that language. One of my pet names for him is Blackjack. And sometimes I just call him "BJ" for short.

Jack works at the same company as I do, but in a different department, as does my cousin Margo. She introduced us, as I'll explain.

Halloween party

Ironically, I got to know Jack because of my husband. A few weeks earlier, my cousin Margo and her husband invited us to a Halloween party at their house. My husband didn't want to go, even after I told him that I felt obligated to attend. Ron was such a party pooper. It really kind of pissed me off.

On the night of the party, Ron just about shit his pants when I came out of the bedroom wearing a skin-tight, black, faux-leather Dominatrix costume that Margo had loaned me. She had worn it the year before. Ron took one look at me and said, "No way! You can't go out in that!"

I tried not to react to my husband's reaction and simply told him that since he was not going to the party he could have no input on whatever I chose to wear. To pacify him somewhat I reminded him that the party was at my cousin's house and no one would be seeing me except for Margo's friends. I kissed Ron goodbye and left to go join the Halloween fun.

When I got to Margo's place I discovered that the party was well underway and I was one of the last guests to arrive. Margo walked me around and introduced me to all the other costumed characters. We sidled up to a tall, muscular black man wearing nice casual street clothes and a pair of red devil horns on his head.

"I think you might know Satan here," Margo said. "He also goes by 'Jack' and he works at the company with us, in Global Sales."

"That's right!" I chuckled. "I've seen you around the building but we've never actually met. I didn't know that you knew my cousin."

"Oh yeah," Jack said with a smile. "Margo and I are good friends. I can definitely see the family resemblance but I'm not sure which one of you is prettier!"

"Uh-oh, Cyndi," Margo said with a smile. "Jack is starting to crank up his charm. He really is a devil, you know!"

The party was a lot of fun, with plenty of food and lots of booze. I was helping Margo in the kitchen when she asked me what I thought of Jack. I told her that he seemed like a real nice guy. Ever since we were teenagers Margo was a lot more into sex than I ever was, but I was still appalled when Margo quietly said to me, "Since your no-fun husband isn't here you can do a little trick-or-treating on your own. You can treat yourself to Jack's big black cock in the guest room. The bed is all made up and ready for action!"

"I can't believe you!" I practically shouted. "You know, just because you spread your legs for black guys doesn't mean that I'm a slut too, even if you do have me dressing like one!"

"Let yourself try that black cock one time, Cousin, and you'll be a slut for it too," Margo said with an evil grin. "Face it. You're a lot like me. It's in our genes, or maybe it's in his jeans!"

We both laughed out loud at her little joke.

"I seriously doubt that being a black cock slut is hereditary," I stated, still smiling.

"Don't be so sure about that," Margo said with a raised eyebrow. "I'll let you in on a little family secret. My mother let it slip one time that your mother had a black boyfriend in high school. Grandma actually caught them in the act once and she ran him off by telling him that Grandpa would shoot him with his deer rifle if she ever saw his nigger-ass again! That was the end of that, but from what I've heard over the years, your mother's 'jungle fever' was never cured."

"Oh bullshit, Margo!" I shouted. "My mother would never..."

Margo just smiled and nodded her head in the affirmative, obviously pleased with herself for dropping such a bombshell on me.

I turned and walked away, stunned by my cousin's words, but at the same time curious as to whether anything she'd said could actually be true.

At that point, I seriously needed a cigarette and I stepped outside to smoke. It's a habit that I hadn't been able to break, but I had cut down to about a half-pack a day. I discovered that Jack was outside too, smoking a cigar. He politely offered me a light. Standing close together, we smoked and talked and just sort of hit it off. At one point, Jack let me take a puff off his cigar. It occurred to me at that moment that I was actually sharing DNA with a black man, through the saliva we both left on his stogie. He flirted with me, making reference to my dominatrix outfit and saying how sexy I looked. I smoked two more cigarettes, which was really just an excuse to stay outside in Jack's company, then we both made our way to the guest bedroom as discreetly as possible.

I don't know if it was because I'd had too much to drink, or because I was still pissed at Ron, or because I was intrigued by Margo's revelations. Probably a combination of everything. I just felt drawn to Jack's black skin like a moth to a flame, and I consciously decided to let myself go.

I locked the bedroom door behind us and Jack pulled me into his arms and mashed his lips against mine. It was the best kiss I'd ever felt, and if I'd had any lingering doubts about whether I was going to fuck this tall black stranger, they evaporated in an instant. I had never cheated on my husband, but people say there's a first time for everything. As he kissed my mouth, and my neck, and my mouth again, Jack began to peel my costume off.

"I wish we had all night to enjoy each other, baby, but we don't. Margo will be looking for us soon."

I took Jack's cue and began to unbutton his shirt and he shrugged it off his broad shoulders. I was practically breathless as I saw Jack's bare chest and my fingers tingled as I ran them over his black skin. I unbuckled Jack's belt and pulled down his zipper, yanking his slacks off at the same time. Jack wore no underwear, which was unexpected, and his magnificent cock came into view.

"Oh my gawd!" I gasped. "It's so fucking big, and it's, it's, not circumcised!"

I had never seen an uncut cock before. It looked weird to me, but intriguing at the same time.

"It's all natural," Jack said with a smile, "and it's all for you. Go ahead and touch it."

I somewhat apprehensively reached out and took the massive dark cock in my hand. It felt meaty and warm and it began to grow even bigger. I stroked it and giggled when I saw the head, with its oversized pee-hole, appear and disappear as his foreskin retracted and returned. Instinctively, I dropped to my knees and began to kiss and caress it. We both moaned when I drew it into my mouth. Forgetting how much bigger Jack was compared to any other cock I'd ever sucked, I gagged and started coughing when I took it too deep in my throat.

"Easy baby," Jack said soothingly. "Next time I'll show you how to take it without choking yourself."

Jack's words "next time" rattled me for a second. I had been thinking that this was a one-time adventure and not the start of an ongoing affair. Before I could dwell on it, I squealed as Jack slid his finger into my pussy. I could feel that I was wet and I knew that Jack could feel it too. Jack gently lowered me onto the bed. I smiled at him and spread my legs, offering my moist, clean-shaven pussy to him. Jack smiled back and slowly approached. Neither one of us touched his cock with our hands, but I felt it as it began to poke at my slit. Then, as if my pussy swallowed his cock, I felt him enter me, just a few inches at first, but stretching me in a sensual way that I can't even describe. Jack began to draw his cock out and push it back in a little further each time, until my pussy was full to overflowing. Then he started thrusting. I tried to suppress it, but I couldn't help but scream in ecstasy. It probably went on for five minutes, although it felt more like 50, and then I came with an intensity that I had never felt before.

After my orgasm I opened my eyes and kept them open, taking in the sight of this big, black, sweating stud, overtaking my body and mating with me in a most primal and amazing way. I saw his face begin to grimace and I felt his cock, deep inside me, begin to pulse and flood me with his cum. I had half-way expected him to warn me before cumming in my pussy, but I didn't really mind that he didn't. After all, I was on the pill, and I had just been fucked better than I'd ever been fucked before!

After we caught our collective breaths, and traded a few more kisses, we quickly slipped back into our clothes.

"I'd like to see you again some time," Jack said as we embraced one last time. "Some time real soon."

"Me too," I said with a smile. "You're the best lover I've ever had, and I want to have you again. If you're free tomorrow, I'll try to get away from my husband for a while and we could hook up somewhere."

"How about my place?" Jack suggested. "I live near the mall. Put my number in your cell phone and call me in the morning."

We exchanged numbers and shared one more kiss before opening the guest room door and slipping out to rejoin the party.

A few minutes later, Cousin Margo approached me, grinning ear-to-ear, and said, "I see you messed up my bed. So, when are you going to fuck him again?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Tomorrow" was my only reply.

Margo squealed and gave me a hug. "There, you see?!" she chuckled. "I knew it! I knew you were a black cock slut even before you did! Now it's official!"

My new pastime

The next day, I managed to get out of the house by telling Ron that I was going over to Cousin Margo's to help her clean up after her Halloween party. Margo had agreed to cover for me if Ron ever said anything. Instead of going to my cousin's, I went to Jack's apartment and the sex was even better than it had been the night before on Margo's guest bed. I had never in my life felt anything as good as Jack's big black cock!

I was obsessed. Jack and his cock were all that I could think about! All I wanted to think about! I just couldn't get enough of Jack, and the best part was that the feeling was apparently mutual. I knew that Jack could have just about any woman that he wanted. He'd had my cousin Margo more than once. But, as much as I wanted Jack, and as much as I wanted to fuck him, he wanted me too! It really did wonders for my ego.

During the early days of November I fucked Jack every chance I got, which was not all that often, unfortunately. I used the holiday shopping excuse every weekend. I could only spend a couple of hours with Jack, though, because I had to actually do a little shopping so that I could carry a bag or two into the house when I returned home. I wanted my husband to see that I had really been to the store. Weekdays were hell because I could see, but not touch, Jack at work, and after I got home I couldn't very well justify going out again.

There was one really nice day when I called in sick as soon as Ron left for work. Jack called in sick too and we spent seven glorious hours at his place, naked nearly the entire time, and fucking each other all day long.

In the second week of November Ron had to take an overnight trip out of town. I invited Jack to come over for dinner and pussy. I didn't want any neighbors to notice that my husband's car was gone and a different vehicle was parked in our driveway, so I drove Jack to my house in my car. It was pretty exciting, pulling into my driveway with Jack lying on the back seat of my Toyota. He had to stay in the car for five minutes before I could smuggle him inside without any prying eyes seeing us! We had lots of wine with dinner and we fucked our brains out and then spent the night sleeping together, cuddled in each other's arms. My instincts had told me that we needed to spend the night at my home, not Jack's. And my intuition was correct. Ron called me that evening, right after Jack had fucked me for the second time, asking me to give him a phone number that he'd left on his desk in our den. If I had been at Jack's apartment I would have been screwed in more ways than one!

Jack's apartment became my home away from home, only better. He pampered me and doted on me. I had my own toothbrush in the bathroom. Jack stocked his kitchen with my favorite fruits and snacks. He filled his refrigerator with my favorite wine and soft drinks. He even set out ash trays in every room and didn't mind if I had a cigarette now and then, unlike my husband. Ron would throw a shit-fit if I ever dared to smoke inside our house, even if the weather outside was crappy.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Day arrived and I was thankful that I had a four-day weekend off work. I wasn't so thankful that I wouldn't be able to see Jack on the holiday, but I hoped to see him plenty in the three days that followed.

Jack planned to have Thanksgiving dinner with his mother and his sister's family. Ron and I were invited to join my parents, and Margo and her husband, at their home. We all had a nice day, cooking, drinking, talking, watching TV and just enjoying each other's company. After dinner we were all happily stuffed. The guys retired to the living room to watch football on TV while my mother and I helped Margo clean up her kitchen.

After we finished storing the leftovers and loading the dishwasher, Margo said that she was going to phone her folks and she left the room. I had been hoping to speak privately with my mother and this was my chance.

"Mom," I said, as I stepped toward the back door, "I need a cigarette. Why don't you step outside with me for a minute?"

Mom followed me but she verbally scolded me with, "You don't need a cigarette, Cyndi! You need to quit smoking! It's time to stop that filthy habit! Honestly, I don't know where you ever picked it up. You certainly didn't get it from me!"

With the unlit cigarette dangling from my lips, I said, "I know, Mother. You've told me that a thousand times. But I wonder if there's something else that I did get from you."

Mom watched as I lit my cigarette, then she asked me what I was talking about. I took two deep drags to steel my nerve, then I came out and asked her.

"Mom, I want you to tell me the truth. Have you had sex with a black man?"

Mom tilted her head, but she didn't look as surprised as I'd expected and she repeated my question. "Have I had sex with a black man, and you want the truth, you say. To be perfectly honest with you, Cynthia, the answer is no. No, I haven't. Not since last Tuesday anyway!"

Mom immediately broke into a grin and began to laugh, then she said, "I guess your cousin has been running her pretty little mouth, but it's okay. I actually thought we'd have this conversation a lot sooner than this."

"Oh my gawd!" I responded as my mother's words sank in. "So it's true!

"Yes, it's true," Mom confessed, then she floored me when she laughed some more and told me, "You know, you were supposed to be black!"

I was flabbergasted as Mom elaborated. "Your father and I tried to get me pregnant for about a year with no luck. So I decided not to use any contraceptives with your dad or any of the black guys that I was seeing. When I found out that I was carrying a baby girl I assumed that one of my dark-skinned studs had done what your dad had failed to do. I decided that I would name you 'Tamisha', but then you came along with your white skin and tufts of blonde hair and you didn't look much a 'Tamisha' so we named you 'Cynthia Ann' instead. I tried to have another baby with your dad and my black boys, but I guess it was never meant to be. That's why you're an only child, dear."

I shook my head and said, "Wow, you never told me. Part of me still can't believe that you would fuck black guys, but I've been milling it over in my head and it's all starting to make sense. I remember when I was a kid you had a lot of black men who were your 'friends' and they came to our house a lot. There was one guy that I called 'Uncle Lester'."

"Oh geez! Lester!" Mom interrupted. "You remember him? Lester was my bull for a long time. He was hung like a horse! Bigger than some horses, probably, and could he ever fuck!"

I choked on the smoke I'd just inhaled and started coughing and laughing, together. I still wasn't quite prepared for my mother's candor, or her language.

Mom continued with a nostalgic tone, "Lester and I fell deeply in love with each other. After a while he wanted me to divorce your father and move in with him. I was tempted, but I just couldn't do that to your dad. You know, Cyndi, finding a black guy to fuck you is easy, but finding a good husband is hard. I finally had to let Lester go because I wanted to hold on to your father."

"Speaking of Daddy," I said, "he didn't mind that you invited black men to our house and took them into your bed? And you're still doing it, I guess."