His room is private and particularly masculine.
The bed is unmade, but not messy. I sit on the edge and study the sheets and take note of the considerably high thread count. The pillows are big and fluffy, one slightly on top of the other.
I run my hands over the cool sheets, imagining his dark naked body stretched across them. Knowing that his naked skin has touched these sheets arouses me.
I smell a hint of his scent all over the sheets and pillows, an intoxicating mixture of Clive Christian No. 1 and something more natural.
His room is neat but not obsessively orderly. The closet door is ajar. There are shoes in a line on the floor inside the closet. Lots of different types of shoes: many dress shoes, a couple of pair of work boots, causal shoes, and about six different Nike sneakers.
His dresser has five drawers. The third is slightly open. I open it to find his T-shirts. I slide my hand around and under the cotton T's finding nothing significant, then close it back to the position I found it in.
I open the top drawer and find his underwear nicely folded in rows. He has a collection of boxers and boxer-briefs and I imagine him wearing the red low rise Calvin Klein boxer-briefs for me. I touch the unbelievablely soft material and wonder just how he would fill it. I move my hands around his underwear drawer hoping to find something naughty like the things my husband would find in my lingerie drawer if he ever looked or cared. I find nothing.
I wander into the master bath and spot a similar pair of boxer-briefs on the edge of the jetted tub. These are worn, dirty boxer-briefs, black with charcoal trim. I smell them, his scent is still there, as if the briefs have only recently been removed.
I take them with me back in the bedroom and I sit on his bed and smell them again. His scent is arousing and I feel my nipples getting hard under my bra. I slowly move his briefs down from my face to my neck, over my breast and into my lap. I imagine what it would be like to slowly remove his underwear from his sexy body. I bite my bottom lip and shiver.
I notice a black wooden box under his TV stand and walk over to investigate. I open the box to find his porn collection on DVD. A mischievous smile comes across my face and I sift though the different types of porn until I discover two Blacks on Asians DVD's. My pussy pulsates knowing he is attracted to Asian women like myself.
I put in the naughty video and sit down on the edge of his bed. My lime green lace thong is getting moist and my pussy aches. I watch the Asian girl in the video scream out in ecstasy while her handsome black man eats out her pussy. I try to place the last time my husband last went down on me and I can't remember. It's been too long.
I lift my skirt up and move my thong aside. I am moist and sticky.
I watch. She is on her knees and takes his meaty black cock in her mouth. She makes his dick wet and slick, licking him from his balls to the tip of his cock. He is big, but she takes all of him down her throat.
I reach between my open thighs. My fingers tease my clit. I can't take the teasing any more. Two of my fingers enter at the same time as his thick meaty cock drives into her wet folds bordered by perfectly waxed skin. I fuck myself in unison with his rhythm, hard, frantic, and desperate for pleasure. My nipples throb. I reach for one, under my top and pinch it softly, then much harder. Sounds of hardcore fucking and masturbation fill every corner of his room.
I see myself like never before in the mirror on the other side of his room. My face, intense with passion, my fingers diving into my swollen, glistening pink lips. I turn back to the images on the screen. I am unable to stop my mind from replacing the two on the screen with him and myself. I see him in my mind's eye, his dark fingers caressing my breasts and taught nipples the same way the guy is doing, fist full of long black hair pulled from behind as he thrusts into hungry pink pussy. I see him taunting me, whispering in my ear to cum for him, all over his big cock.
My thong is in the way now, holding back the deep pleasure I need to release. I yank it off and throw it to the floor.
I shouldn't be doing this. I'm risking so much but the danger makes it electrifying. I'm compelled to continue pleasuring myself. I'm almost to the point of orgasm.
