Karen proceeded to tell me more of what had happened to her and Mark. After the initial soreness wore off and the swelling of her pussy lips shrank, she realized what had been missing in her life. A good sizable cock. One that would not only fulfill her, but one that would take command of it. Mark did his best, after that weekend, to make love to Karen, and to "fill" her needs, but after James ... Karen started to constantly think of James, and that wonderful cock of his. Never before had she felt such a need for something, and it was beginning to etch a burning desire of WANT, that she never felt before.
Three weeks later, as Mark was at Home Depot, Karen...with nervous fingers, sent off a e-mail to James. She said that she was just thinking about him, and wanted to see him. 'What am I, crazy or something' she thought to herself afterwards. But the deed was done. That night, as she drifted in and out of sleep, the thought of "Master Jay" kept appearing, while her husband was next to her. Earlier...as Mark was going through the motions of fucking her, Karen's mind was off in 'pleasure land,' imagining "Master Jay" standing in front of her, with his big cock dangling in front of her, waiting to be serviced. "Damn, I can't get that cock out my mind" she kept repeating to herself.
Cautiously, the next day at work, Karen checked her mail on the work computer. It was secured, so no problem there. There, in bold print, came a reply from "Master Jay."
"Hey...I was thinking about you too Babe, and wish you were here along side of me right now" came the message. "I wish I were deep inside you right now, giving us both passion and pleasure. Your the best" it went on to say. Rather crude and to the point, but nonetheless, true. "When do you want a repeat performance...this weekend? Write back" was the last sentence.
Karen told me she looked at the calendar by reaffix, and noticed it was only wed. She knew that Livonia was not far from Taylor. Excited and nervous in the same tense, she replied "how and where on a weekend" on such short notice. Through the rest of the day, Karen kept checking her messages...with no answer. It wasn't until just about time to leave, that she checked her messages one more time, and there it was. "The Best Western in Livonia on Interstate I-275, sat morning" it stated. "I'll have more details later tonight...check again" was the only two sentences.
Karen thought about it. 'Damn, that's only an hour from home.' All the way home, the excitement built in her. Just knowing about the weekend, and what will happen, made her feel like a kid getting a new toy. But what about Bob....oh fuck it. I'll just say I'm out shopping, and nothing will come of it. Besides....he'd probably enjoy it, watching me get fucked by this big black cock, but this time...I'm going solo. Thoughts like this went through her mind, over and over and over again while driving home.
That night, as Mark snored, Karen slipped out of bed and crept downstairs. She accessed her e-mail, and there was the message she was waiting for.
"The Best Western on I-275, just off the exit. Look for a white Lexis with Gold trim, "Master Jay" lic plates. In the outside driver's mirror will be a piece of paper with the room number. Hey Babe, wear your 'outfit' I gave you to work tomorrow. Remember, the 'outfit' that'll make you think of ME in you all day..hehehehahahaah" was all it read. Karen returned to bed, tossing and turning most of the night.
Mark's alarm went off at 7. As they both got up to get ready for work, Karen brought up the subject.
"Hey, I'm going shopping sat. Probably be gone most of the day" she said.
"Where?" Mark asked.
"A couple of us girls are going to Livonia, and check the Outlet Malls out" came her reply.
"Well, I have to work, so I guess I'll see you at dinner" was all Mark said.
'Yeah..dinner....I'll be having sausage all day' Karen thought to herself.
Mark left for work, and Karen went up to get ready for work herself. She showered and such, dried her hair, and began to get dressed. As she laid the 'outfit' out, waves of excitement flashed through her. She put on her garter, and then her nylons. She glanced at the mirror on the door, and admired herself. She could actually imagine those large black hands fondling her body. Next came her panties, and her half slip. She put on her lace bra, finishing off with her blouse and skirt. Putting on her suit jacket and shoes, she smiled and slightly shook her head....'yep...who'd ever know, that underneath this business suit, there lies a slut.' All day, Karen just felt sexy. Knowing what she had on underneath, kinda put a little excitement in her day. In the breakroom, giving off a little leg to the other guys, was kind of a tease, and gave her some kind of power. But she knew the 'real' power was coming this weekend.
Checking her e-mail at work, "Master Jay" shot off two messages. "No sex with your husband" read one, and the other said "I'll have a surprise for you." That was it.
Mark was already home when she arrived. "Hey, isn't that the suit that guy bought you?" he asked. "His name is 'Master Jay,' and yes, it's the whole outfit" Karen responded. She finished, smiling, by grabbing the hem of her skirt and slip, and pulling it straight up, reveling her garters, stockings and pretty panties. "What made you think of putting that on?" Mark asked. "Because after having sex with you the other night, it reminded me of how much cock I've been missing, that's all" Karen snapped back. Mark just hung his head down, Karen looked at him, and went upstairs.
