*A.N: Second installation of the story sorry I took a minute, feel free to share your thoughts!
Grace was in her kitchen making a sandwich for Mr.J, who was in the bathroom conducting his work. It had been a couple of days since she had been brought to her knees and throat-fucked. She'd just gotten back from work this Tuesday. Since that day she'd picked up certain habits, for example, she'd learned to help prepare Mr. J's food for his breaks whenever she got back from work. Grabbing a frosty water from the fridge she headed over to the bathroom to deliver his treat.
"Good afternoon sir, I hope work has been easy," Grace said enthusiastically. Normally she'd feel stressed and tired after work.
"Mr.J had his ways of making anything to do with him enjoyable," Grace thought to herself blushing slightly.
"Nothing I can't handle Gracie, thanks for the treat," Mr. J said slightly turning away from his work to acknowledge her. He wore a white T-shirt and sweats that did nothing to conceal his obvious bulge. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was hard right then. He stood and took the plate and water from her, setting it down on the marble bathroom countertop and taking a quick bite.
"This is the best one yet Gracie!" Mr. J said. An inquisitive look formed on his face as he looked at her questioningly. Grace, flustered and still in her work clothes, dropped to her knees and began the second habit she picked up. Like an addict, she couldn't stop the excitement from taking her entire being as she scooped his sausage from its confines. Peppering it with warm-up kisses and massaging his balls his meat quickly became stiffened. She started rubbing her face against his pole, desperate to mark herself with the scent that she was now so familiar with. She had a passing thought at what her husband and family would have thought of her in this position. Mr. J gave a disapproving sigh signaling to Grace that she had prepped his cock enough and it was past due for her throat to swallow him.
"Mhmmm," Grace moaned as she slid him past her dutiful lips. Looking up and making eye contact with her lover...
"just your plumber," Gracie thought berating herself. But her icy blues held contact with his deep brown eyes, her white maw around his dark shaft, she would be lying if she didn't admit he did something to her. She couldn't help but feel conflicted as she swallowed him, as much of a raw feeling she undeniably felt with him... Jesus, what was she even doing? She nervously broke eye contact while slowly continuing her ministrations. He was black, dark skin even, she was already cheating with him but couldn't help but feel his being black made things worse. Grace wasn't naive or an idiot behind closed doors a white woman being with a black man was seen as demeaning. Although no one seemed to care when a white man got with a black person, it would be different for her if people knew. Even if they didn't say it to her face she knew what her family and other white people like them would say, mud shark, race traitor, whore, the list went on and only got progressively worse. All this on top of cheating... Grace looked back up at him as she tried to focus, he seemed to be aware of something going on with her but didn't mention anything or stop her work.
"Why did you have to be black," Grace thought, shocking herself. She didn't consider herself to be racist not really anyway, there were times she'd say the N-word in the past but it wasn't like she meant it that way not to mention it was mainly performative to fit in with...
"Christ, what is happening," Grace thought flustered. She felt a bit lightheaded and dazed mentally, she couldn't tell if it was from her rumination or his dick. She was about to double her efforts to prevent him from noticing anything amiss but he pulled her off his meaty popsicle abruptly by the hair.
"Gracie, is there a problem?" Mr.J spoke in a slow and firm cadence.
"Shit, did I get him upset?" Grace worriedly thought. Along with some pre-cum and fluids from the sucking, her tongue felt stuck in her throat. She had no clue what to say being put on the spot like this and she had a good feeling denying anything distracting her wouldn't do her much good.
"I-well-I-I mean...," Grace stuttered. Mr.J brought her face back to his, making direct eye contact.
