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.
