After noticing that around 90% of the stories in Interracial Love were about a black man with a big cock lusting after and seducing some white woman, married or unmarried, I decided to write something exactly opposite. So, if you are into the black men seducing white women, for whatever reason, don't bother with this story, you will not like it. If you want something different, give it a shot.
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Travis Maddox was awaken at 5 am by the ring of his hotel room's phone. He was up from California's Silicon Valley to Seattle, Washington to attend a seminar on development of computer hardware. This Friday was to be the last day of the four day event. So, he had called his young bride of almost three years just before dinner the evening before to tell her that he would be home between 8 and 8:30 that next evening. It was the first time since they were married that he had been away from her for more than overnight.
An early riser, the 28 year old was about to get out of bed, anyway. Still he wondered who would be calling him so early in the morning. The Kentucky born Travis answered with his usual baritone voice, "Hello. Maddox here."
"Good morning, Mister Maddox. Rosemary here from the seminar. I must apologize for calling so early."
Recalling Rosemary from check-in he responded with, "Good morning, Rosemary. I was about ta git up, anyway. What kin I do for you?"
"There was a fire in the hotel's kitchen earlier this morning. So, we are canceling the last day of the seminar. You will be emailed the information that was to be presented today with the email addresses of the presenters. So, you can ask questions, and/or make comments."
"OK well, I guess I'll haveta git ahold of the airline and see if I kin change my flight time ta something earlier."
"No problem, Mister Maddox. We have taken the liberty to do that for you. We have you on a flight leaving at 7:22 this morning to San Francisco. Same airline." Rosemary went on to tell Travis that his boarding pass would be given him when he checked out of the hotel.
Travis' flight arrived on time. With no baggage to claim, he was in his Tahoe and on the freeway south bound by 9:40. He had tried to phone his wife, Ashley, when he was on the tram to long term parking. When her voice mail came on, he terminated the call. One reason was that his wife was a late riser when she didn't have to get up to make him breakfast. So, she would most likely still be in bed when he arrived home. The second reason he didn't leave message was that Ashley was very bad at clearing her voice mail box.
Out on south bound Freeway #101, Travis had time to think about his young wife, Ashley, an only child. Born into money, she was not much of a cook, but she kept a clean house. The loving, including sexual intercourse, was fantastic and as often as either one wanted.. They had decided to spend their first three years of marriage doing things and seeing sights together. They felt that by their third anniversary they would be a good parental team ready to start their family. Blond hair, blue eyes, slender 5 foot 6 inch body, she was an attractive "All American" girl. He had never received a good answer to why she had dropped out of college after her sophomore year. Her parents told him that she had good grades and had passed all her general education courses. So, it left a question in his mind that he hoped she would answer some time soon.
Coming up the road to their home, Travis noticed that the front driveway gate was open. He had told her before to keep it closed, especially when she was there alone. Living in an semi-rural area, the nearest neighbor was quite a distance from their home. That is why they had the automated gate and alarm system in the house.
The Day Before
Ashley was shopping at the local Target when she met two black men. One was Floyd Wallace. The jock she was getting it on with at college. Once he had her addicted to black cock, he arranged for her to join some other coeds, white, brown and black, to service the other black jocks on campus. She had left college after her fourth semester to get away from it all. Telling nobody about her addiction, she had married Travis thinking she had beaten it. Almost five years later, just seeing Floyd, aka Buck, it all came back. The feeling of those big black cocks thrust deep inside of her body. Or, the cock sucking contests. One where they would try to get the most of a long cock like Buck's in their mouth and down their throat. Then, who could suck the black men off the quickest, swallowing it all.
Ashley tried to tell the men that she was married. However, Buck kept telling his friend how good she was in college. So, her objections only served the make the men more determined to get into her married pants. She ended up giving them her address and agreeing to meet at her home the next morning. She expected her husband to be home tomorrow evening. "But, he could come home early." she complained.
"Ahh don't worry about it, Ash. My sister is in town. We'll bring her along as a lookout. We're in construction. So, we'll bring our work truck. That way we can tell him that we were there to look at some remodeling." Buck assured Ashley.
That satisfied her since she and Travis had spoke about doing some remodeling once they had bought the house.
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Buck's sister Vanessa stood watching out of the home's front window. Looking down the rather long driveway, thinking, "Why am I here? I don't really approve of what my brother is doing, and maybe they should have closed the gate. It might slow him down some." She was told to watch for a year old, dark red Tahoe SUV. Vanessa didn't have the slightest idea what a year old Tahoe looked like, or what constituted an "SUV." She decided that she would sound the alarm on any dark red vehicle coming up the driveway.
The chocolate skinned young woman watched for a few minutes then decided to get a can of 7-up that she was told was in the refrigerator. Just as she turned to go to the kitchen, Travis turned onto the driveway, passing through the open gate. Noticing the strange, lifted, crew cab pick up truck he thought, "I guess Ashley has a visitor." Parking in the garage, he touched the hood of his wife's car. It was cold. Mumbling to himself, "She hasn't been anywhere yet today. So, why hasn't she checked her phone? Then, she would know that I called several times this morning."
Travis entered the kitchen from the garage, hearing sounds he'd rather not hear in his household and finding a black woman he do not recognize closing their refrigerator door. Five feet eleven inches tall herself, Vanessa looked up at the six foot five inch, broad shouldered, Travis, knowing that this just had to be the husband. She started to say something, but he held his finger to his lips as to say "Shhhh" He then turned his attention to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and his wife yelling, "Yeah, fuck that white pussy. Ram that black monster up in there..." After a few more choice words, Ashley returned to sucking on the black cock she had been jacking off with both hands.
After about two or three minutes of videoing the action with his smart phone, Travis sat it in a position to continue to catch the action. He then turned to Vanessa and motioned for her to follow him. He grabbed a box of leaf bags from a kitchen cabinet. In the master bedroom he pointed to a four drawer chest and instructed her to empty the contents of the drawers into the black bags. He then grabbed two arms full of clothes off the hangers and headed out to the Tahoe. On his return he told Vanessa to bag his shoes and everything on the top shelf of his side of the closet. Grabbing the remaining clothes on hangers, Travis turned to Vanessa and said, "When you have the stuff bagged bring them out to the garage." She nodded "OK" wondering why she was willing to be so obedient the this white stranger. She was there only because she felt that she owed her brother for taking her in and providing a cell phone so she could find a job.
After loading all his clothes into the Tahoe, Travis went back in, grabbed his cell phone, then went into the study. There he disconnected the desk top PC tower that held quite a bit of their family records and all their accounting records. He also grabbed the metal file box that contained all their marriage documents and other pertinent hard files. He had Vanessa packing up all his tools in the garage. All accept the gardening tools. Those stayed with the house. Leased from his in-laws with a five year option to buy, Travis made a mental note to cancel the application for a loan to exercise the option.
While Travis placed the file box in the SUV, Vanessa approached him holding a box and in almost a whisper, "These are the last of your tools..."
