Jules knew Elliot sometimes got home earlier than he said and acted as quickly as she could to clean up. Elliot arrived home at 9:05 pm. This gave Jules little time to tidy up the bedroom and discreetly stash the large black dildo beneath her clothing in her dresser. She had felt a little bit of guilt in the aftermath of that orgasm. Almost like she had betrayed her husband and she grappled with the internal struggle to convince herself that she would use the dildo sparingly, or perhaps not at all. However, the undeniable truth was that she yearned for more. She just hadn't fully come to terms with it yet.
Dinner was already underway when Elliot walked in. Jules greeted him, "Welcome home, honey." He hugged her from behind responding "I missed you babe, it's great to be back home with my sexy wife." Jules couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt as Elliot's arms wrapped around her. She could tell he wanted sex the way he tried to thrust his manhood against her. Worried that he would notice how loose her pussy was from the dildo she brushed him off. With a warm smile, she uttered, "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm not feeling my best tonight. I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow." Elliot nodded with understanding, and went to the bathroom to shower.
They proceeded to have dinner together. Jules asked Elliot about his day and he began to go over it. Jules did her best to look attentive to hide the fact that her mind was elsewhere, upon darker and sexier things.
As they were finishing up dinner, Jules casually mentioned, "Oh, by the way, Tyrone is the new manager at my work."
Elliot was a bit surprised, "Tyrone? Our neighbor?"
Jules sipped some water trying to remain level headed. "Yeah, it was a bit surprising to me too. But he seems nice."
Elliot chuckled, "He did seem like a great guy when I met him yesterday. Also maybe having the boss as a neighbor will have some perks."
Jules laughed, "Yeah, like carpooling. He offered today and I was thinking of going with him. It would save gas and then I won't have to drive as much. What do you think?"
Elliot paused, considering "Hmm, I mean, I guess that makes sense."
Jules mischievously responded, "And who knows, it could even help my career. I'll have more time to get to know him."
Elliot nodded, "That is true and it could fast track your career. I am good with it babe."
Jules couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement at the thought of carpooling with Tyrone. She was trying to convince herself it was convenient, but the idea of being with Tyrone every morning made her wet.
It eventually got late and both of them retired to their bedroom. As Jules climbed into bed, she couldn't shake the thought of Tyrone. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the heat between her legs. She looked at Elliot for just a moment and immediately her eyes wandered to the dresser containing the object of her desire. If only Elliot knew she had taken that large black dildo into herself on their bed. I wonder what he would think as she slowly drifted to sleep.
Jules tossed and turned in her sleep, as vivid and sensuous dreams filled her mind. In her dream, Jules found herself in a dimly lit room with Tyrone. He stood before her, his muscular body glistening in the low light. She could see the outline of his bulging muscles and the veins that pulsed beneath his skin. He wore nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black briefs that clung to his hips and accentuated the size of his cock.
Her heart raced as Tyrone approached her. He began to trail his hands down her body as he pulled her close. She could feel his thick shaft pressing against her as he kissed her deeply. Eventually his hands made their way under her skirt, He began pulling her panties down and with a sway of her hips they fell to the floor.
Their kiss deepened and Tyrone began to undo the buttons on Jules' blouse, revealing her lace bra. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. Jules writhed to his touch, her body aching with desire. Her own hands seemed to move of their own accord pulling Tyrone's briefs down. Instantly his cock sprang free resting between her legs. She loved how the massive black member pulsed and throbbed as it lightly caressed her sex.
Jules looked into his eyes and knew both of them could not hold back any longer. Tyrone reached her thighs and lifted her up as his cock pointed to its intended destination. Jules wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him in closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her.
Suddenly, Jules awoke, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around the dark room, disoriented for a moment. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized she was still in bed with Elliot. She looked over at the clock which read 5am. Jules closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing, but her body still hummed with need. She could feel the dampness between her legs still growing, and she needed release.
Jules began to weigh her options with the black dildo being the first thing to beckon her, but she hesitated, worried about Elliot catching her with it. She felt so empty and needed to be filled. Elliot, however, lay beside her, with his manhood standing attentive. "Elliot must be having pleasant dreams. Perhaps I can make it even better," Jules mused. She removed her panties and gingerly uncovered Elliot's erect member. The mere four inch cock sprang from his pajama bottoms. She looked upon it with disappointment not remembering it being so small. Trying to avoid dwelling on the size, she straddled him, taking him in completely, with a single stroke. Elliot awoke as Jules began to slowly ride him.
"Good morning," she greeted him with a sultry smile, riding him slowly. He reciprocated her greeting as Jules continued to move sensuously on top of him. It felt pleasant, but something was missing, his penetration didn't quite satisfy her. Her mind flashed back to the previous night, with her use of the big black dildo, which made sex with her husband just seem like such a letdown. The dildo could touch places inside her that her husband's dick could never hope to reach. She did begin to wonder if he could feel how stretched out she was but lust won out. "Deeper... Deeper," she moaned, urging him to go further. She thought back to her dream she was having before waking, of Tyrone taking her.
Jules' pace quickened as Elliot managed to speak between breaths, "Jules, slow down." Lost in her own world, she ignored his pleas. Her hips pounding against him harder and harder, causing the headboard to rhythmically thump against the wall.
"Please, you have to slow down, or I'm going to..." Elliot pleaded desperately. But Jules was relentless, determined to reach her own climax. The women in the porn videos always came multiple times, and she still hadn't even cum once.
"Not yet. I am so close. Hold it!" she said severely. She wasn't done. Wasn't ready. She wanted to keep going. "I can't," Elliot cried out, struggling to hold back his impending release. He was on the brink, and Jules grinded against him, desperately clinging to her own climax. "Fuuuuuck!" Elliot screamed, unable to restrain himself any longer, releasing his seed into her.
"Nooooo," Jules cried out, but it was too late. She felt Elliot's cock give the smallest hint of a twitch. As his cum rushed into her fertile body. His erection began to quickly deflate, slipping out of her, leaving a few drops of his cum behind. Her eyes opened, and the image of Tyrone was replaced with Elliot bringing her back to reality. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer," Elliot apologized.
Jules was frustrated and disappointed in Elliots performance. She did her best to hide her feelings and gave Elliot a peck on his cheek. "It's alright honey... We can try again later" Jules said gently. Emptiness and need lingered with Jules as she slid out of bed.
Upon walking into the bathroom to wash her face, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn't help but notice the disappointment etched on her face. She began washing her face and felt a small drop of cum between her pussy lips. Looking down between her legs a singular drop, barely enough to be seen, as the tiny droplet of cum clang to her labia. She couldn't help but compare the amount to the countless videos she had watched where the woman's pussy would stream cum after being filled by a black man.
No wonder she wasn't pregnant yet, she thought to herself. Elliot's cum was pathetic in comparison. She shook her head, feeling a little guilty for her thoughts. Elliot was a good man, and she loved him. But she couldn't help feeling like something was missing. She reached for a small tissue and gently dabbed at her pussy, cleaning it in short order. With her pussy still very horny, Jules hoped Elliot would leave early so she could use the dildo but that wasn't looking to be the case.
Jules finished getting ready for work when she realized she had forgotten to text Tyrone about carpooling. Quickly grabbing her phone she texted Tyrone, "Good morning Tyrone, I probably should have messaged you sooner. I was wondering if your offer still stands to carpool today with me?" While awaiting his response, Jules glanced at her outfit for the day and realized it was more sexy than she normally dressed. The outfit was a tight fitting blouse with a few buttons undone accentuating her breasts and a pencil skirt that hugged her hips. For a moment she felt a bit self conscious about her outfit and wondered what Tyrone would think.
Jules frowned slightly as a pang of guilt tugged at her conscience. She reminded herself that it was just carpooling and nothing more. Tyrone is just a coworker and neighbor there was no need to read too much into the situation and after all there is no harm in dressing nicely for work.
Putting on her high-heels, she gathered her belongings when her phone buzzed with a response from Tyrone. "It definitely stands, meet me at my apartment in 5 minutes."
Elliot had already left for work and the insatiable hunger between her legs seemed to grow more and more. She looked over at her dresser containing her large black dildo. Jules hesitated while her mind raced. She knew it was wrong to bring the dildo to work, but she couldn't deny her need. She rationalized that she could keep it in her purse and lock herself in her office to use it during her lunch break. No one would ever know.
