I'd been unhappy with my second wife for a long time, for a lot of reasons, when I got to know Kathleen, a beautiful black Jamaican girl who worked in another department. I'd never have done anything about my powerful attraction to her, I'm sure, if I hadn't found out from some of my wife's co-workers that my bride of three years was blowing and/or fucking several of them on a regular basis. I'm not the cheating kind of guy, but when I learned my wife was a whoring slut - and that she'd told her co-workers that I didn't care whom she fucked - I figured there were no holds barred anymore. So, out of hurt and a need to feel loved, I began gently coming on to Kathleen. She was a real lady, and I treated her like one, despite having a tremendous case of the hots for her.
Somewhat surprisingly, to me, Kathleen was completely receptive to my subtle early advances. We began having lunch together, away from the office. During one of these noon rendezvous, we shared our first kiss. Kissing Kathleen was a heavenly experience! And she said the same of me. It was like we'd been kissing each other for years. Her attraction to this white man was based partially upon her disgust with all the black men she'd known, because of their macho attitudes and lack of concern for her feelings. However, I also was very attractive, she said. So that first kiss was a beginning that we both pursued. She knew I was married; I'd been completely up-front about my situation. And she was honest, as well, telling me she would take me away from my slut wife. By then, I was sufficiently enthralled by her sweet personality, incredibly provocative sexuality and exotic good looks that I told her she was certainly welcome to try. I'd offer no resistance.
As the relationship grew, a time came when we both knew we were going to make love at the first opportunity. At lunch, sitting in her car, we'd kissed and indulged in some serious heavy petting. Her pussy was sweet and creamy, as I learned from sucking her juices from my fingers. And she was hot for my eight-plus inches of thick meat, which she'd had in her hands several times, and in her mouth for a few minutes once (it's pretty difficult to give good head in broad daylight in the front seat of a car). We eagerly awaited a chance to be together in real privacy.
The funny thing was, my wife was just as horny and willing at home as if she wasn't getting laid a dozen or more times a week, before, during and after work, by her co-workers. I later found out she also was getting it on with one female co-worker. Like I said, she was a slut, and an extremely horny one. There wasn't a faithful bone in her body, nor a faithful thought in her head. My upcoming liaisons with Kathleen paled by comparison!
At last, it happened. My wife left for Las Vegas with her mother for a week. The night she left, I called Kathleen and informed her we had a full week in which we could be together every night. Kathleen's response was straightforward: "What you waitin' on, Baby? Get your ass over here, white boy!" I jumped on my Harley and went.
She met me at her front door with a kiss that made all the previous ones seem sisterly, then drew me inside. Strategically placed candles dimly lighted her living room. Soft R&B music provided a romantic background. She wore a translucent blue negligee, and nothing else. There was no foreplay; my clothes immediately started raining onto the floor, but I made her keep the negligee on for the moment. It added a certain quality to my enjoyment. It was my first look at her entire body, and I was extremely pleased. She had B-cup tits that were firm and round, capped by thick, dark nipples that I already knew were highly responsive. Her belly was flat, her ass small and very firm, and her legs were a sculptor's dream. Evidently she liked what she saw, as well, as I stood nude before her, but soon she had eyes only for my fully erect, throbbing cock. She went to her knees, and used both hands to bring it to her lips. Kissing its wide, thick head, she looked up at me and whispered, "I've been waiting so long for this, Baby!" Looking at my cock as she stroked it, she said softly, "This is the first time I've seen your whole cock - and it's beautiful! Soooo beautiful, Baby! I love your big cockhead! I love how long and thick you are! Ooooh, I hope it doesn't choke me...but even if it does...I'm gonna suck the hell outta this big motherfucker!"
"Please do, my sweet," I whispered back, and returned her smile when she looked up at me. Then her eyes closed, she opened her mouth, brought it down over my cockhead, and closed her lips just behind its wide ridge. Immediately, her tongue went to work, slashing and slithering across the most sensitive part of my straining meat. I groaned, reaching to brush her hair back from her lovely face so I could watch. I was wordlessly enthralled when she slowly slid her lips down my thick shaft until they were in my pubic hair and my wide cockhead lodged in her throat. She gagged just slightly and, looking up at me with her huge, liquid brown eyes, moved forward a bit more, taking my cock fully into her throat. The sensation was exquisite as she started working her throat muscles, while her tongue did a rapid slashing dance back and forth across the underside of the thick shaft. "Oh, Kathleen," I breathed, and she somehow managed to smile around that mouthful of big, hard cock. She then closed her eyes, drew her lips back until only my cockhead remained behind them, and started back down again. In moments, she was mouth-fucking me with ever-increasing speed, taking my entire length each time she slid her lips downward, encouraging me to thrust to meet her mouth by pulling at my ass with both hands and making emphatic urging sounds deep in her throat. We fell into a smooth rhythm. When she was satisfied that I'd continue thrusting, her hands left my ass, her left going to her nipples, her right dipping between her thighs. In a moment, I could hear the wet, squishing sound of her finger-fucking herself. Now she was moaning constantly, rocking urgently against her hand, but when I tried to draw her to her feet, she gently shook her head.
