As an Introduction, I'm Devon, a 32 year-old black man now living in Chicago, the city where I was born and raised. I work for a mid-sized investment bank and travel a fair amount. I'm 6' 4" and a good athlete, all conference in high school basketball and all state in football. I received a scholarship to play college football on the west coast, where I was an all conference tight end freshman year, but a severe off the field injury curtailed my career. So I hit the books got a degree in economics, and then an MBA, and I now have a pretty good life.
My weakness, or at least my kink, is married women. Specifically, white married women. No use psychoanalyzing the motives, but there are aspects, which I will over time describe, that just make married white women much more of a sexual turn on than more "normal" relationships. My other kink is I'm a dominant man -- not that I enjoy inflicting pain or wearing weird attire, but I know what I enjoy and clearly communicate my desires and expectations. Typically, my playmates are older than me, but not always. Sometimes I meet them on line (which I prefer) before we meet in person, but sometimes the original meeting is in person. Most of these experiences have been during the past five years, although there are some exceptions. I'm not telling these experiences in chronological order -- just the order of what's in my head when I'm writing.
You should read Donna Ch. 01 to learn more about Donna. This story begins after Chapter 1 ended.
I texted Donna after my client dinner in LA. She was in bed laying next to her husband, who was sound asleep.
I asked, "Any feelings of guilt?"
"None at all. I wish we could repeat it all over again tomorrow."
"We should start planning my next visit."
"Can't wait."
"At first we planned to meet before my San Francisco trip in in about four weeks. I don't see why that should change."
"I'll be waiting."
"Good -- kiss your husband goodnight for me."
"You're an evil man. I love it. Good night."
I booked another flight to Phoenix the morning before my San Francisco meetings, and then flying out of Phoenix late that same night. The week before our planned meeting, Donna texted me that her husband would be in Las Cruces that day so she wouldn't have any time limits. That was definitely good news. I let her know what I had in mind, and she said she had to think about it, but eventually she agreed it would be fun.
After arriving at the airport about 10:30, I got an Uber and headed for Scottsdale, about 30 minutes away. Donna had asked me to have the driver go into the driveway as close to the garage as possible. That part of the driveway was hidden by mounds so I wouldn't be conspicuous to her neighbors. I texted her when I arrived and she opened the garage door. I walked into the garage and her house, and saw her waiting in the living room, as requested. She was wearing very low cut lavender lingerie, barely covering her magnificent breasts. I grabbed her and pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply. She kissed back even more passionately than our last meeting. There was no doubt from her kisses about what she wanted. It took all of my self control to not start fucking her immediately, but I had plans for something even hotter. We broke off our kiss after a short time.
I asked, "Ready?"
She nodded. I took off my coat and tie, and she took my hand and began to lead me upstairs.
What I had said to her the previous week was I wanted to fuck her in her bedroom, At first, she wasn't sure -- it would be crossing a line. But the sense of eroticism took over, and she told me she was very turned on by the thought. It was a very pleasurable walk up the stairs anticipating what was about to happen. When we got to the bedroom we resumed our deep kissing. Eventually her left hand made its way to my dick, grasping and stroking it though my pants, making it even harder.
"Did you miss my dick?"
"I love your dick."
"You should show me how much."
She started to slowly unbutton my shirt, kissing the skin of my chest as she did, her head getting lower, until I started pushing it down with a little power to force her onto her knees. I pulled her head against my dick so the bulge was resting against her cheek. While her hands were reaching up to finish unbuttoning my shirt, her face was nuzzling against the growing hardness in my pants. After the shirt was unbuttoned, her hands went to my belt, which she took off, and then unbuttoned my pants. As she unzipped my zipper, and pulled my pants down, my dick sprang out and hit her in the face.
"Oh god, I forgot how big it is, and how beautiful it is."
"You're going to make it bigger."
She started licking the head and down the side, looking me in the eyes to make sure I was enjoying. Then she opened her mouth wide and took me into her mouth, inch by inch. At this point I was content to let her do all the work, while I could take in the view of this beautiful blonde housewife wrapping her lips around my jet black dick. And below, her lavender negligee was almost falling off, giving me a great vision of her large breasts. She took me deeper every time she bobbed her head, getting me in farther than she had the previous month. Her spit was starting to drip down her cheeks and chin, and on to the tops of her breasts. It felt and looked amazing. After a few minutes of her sucking, I pulled her up to a standing position and we had some deep kissing, with her hand sliding up and down my now wet dick. She was learning better how to please me.
I said, "It's time for you to get properly fucked."
Since she was not used to my size, I laid down face up on the bed, and pulled her on to me. I then positioned her hips over mine, and slowly pulled her down so the tip of my dick was against her pussy. She was so wet.
"Slowly lower yourself onto my dick"
She did, just letting the first inch or two inside her. She started moaning, but I could also tell she was hesitant, intimidated by my huge dick.
"No rush, take all of the time you want. This dick isn't going anywhere."
She started rocking back and forth, taking a little more dick in each time she moved. Once she started getting a steady rhythm, I tilted my head down so I could kiss and lick her nipples. That drove her crazy and she was rocking even faster, which drove me deeper into her. That made her even more crazy. I wanted to thrust even deeper into her, but her pussy was so tight and I wanted to slowly work her in. Her breathing was short and heavy, and her moans grew louder. I started to nibble on her hard nipples, which made her moan even louder.
"How does my dick feel now?"
"Soooooo ggggoooodddd!"
I then thrust another couple of inches into her, and watched her eyes roll back a little, and felt her hips start to buck. She was close now, and I wanted to get more into her head.
"Have you been laying in this bed thinking of my dick?"
"God yes!"
"Imagine how you will think of it in the future."
She was pushing harder, getting more dick into her tight pussy, and then really began to rock.
"Oh my god, I'm cumming!"
I could feel the wetness of her juices flow over my dick and onto my balls. She was bucking wildly and moaning so loudly that anyone close to the house would hear her. Her gushing lasted for a long time, and my balls felt coated by her cum. She was trembling and I held her tight enjoying the vibration. Eventually she climbed off of my dick and laid next to me.
"You made me very messy. The proper thing for you to do is to clean me up."
Which she eagerly did. Her eyes looked crazed and satisfied and her tongue eagerly licked my dick and balls. I loved the show she was putting on. Then she began to suck me. I pulled her off of me and threw her down on the bed.
"You think your done fucking me after one orgasm? Get your ass on your back."
