When she arrived home, Kate went right to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a strong scotch. She knew that Derrick would be there within the hour, and she didnāt really want to have liquor on her breath, but she needed something to relax her. And she figured the effects of one drink would wear off by the time she got into her car to drive to the mountains.
She was at once deeply hurt as well as extremely angry by what Marc had said. Intellectually, she knew that she could not expect him not to see anyone besides her, especially since she had not made any type of commitment to him. However, what upset her was the fact that he had said nothing about the black beauty he was with; and yet he had apparently told her all about what she and Marc had been doing for the past couple of weeks.
What really angered her was how he had said that she was not even in the same league as his black beauty when it came to sex. She felt that all of his comments about how good sex was with her were just made up comments to string her along until his girl friend got back. Kate also felt betrayed. She felt as though his expressions about how he could easily fall in love with her were lies, and that he was really in love with Mandy. She knew that she would miss his fucking her, she had to admit that he knew exactly how to bring her to the most incredible climaxes she had ever had.
As she had these thoughts about his magnificent body, his incredibly hard black cock, and how she loved holding onto him tightly as he fucked her, she knew that she would miss that part of what they had had together. But, she also knew that after what she had seen, and more importantly after what she had heard Marc say, she could never have anything more to do with him.
When Kate looked into the mirror, she was pleased to see that her early tears had only messed up her make up, and that her eyes were not reddened by the crying. She now felt doubly embarrassed to see Derrick because he would undoubtedly make some reference to the nude beach, and also to Marc. She didnāt care, she would tell Derrick that it was over between them, and leave it at that. But she was afraid that he would think of her as a ācheating little white slutā¦ā as Mandy had referred to her.
But, even as Kate thought about how Derrick might think about her, she felt a warm feeling in her breasts and in her vagina as she thought about seeing this incredibly handsome young stud with his remarkably muscled body probably covered once again by only a pair of loose fitting cargo shorts. She recalled again how she loved watching how his broad shoulders tapered down to an extremely thin and tightly muscled waist. And, she could never figure out how that thin waist and trim hips could hold up those cargo shorts on this black stud. But now, Kate knew exactly what the package that they were hiding looked like. And it was even bigger and thicker than she had imagined.
While Marc was beautifully built, especially for a forty-one year old guy, Derrick was clearly a young, body-conscious stud who enjoyed going shirtless to show off to anyone who cared to look at what a great physique he had. And Kate was convinced that Derrick got lots of pussies wet as he paraded around shirtless for most of the day. She touched up her make-up and finished her drink. She looked at her watch and figured she could have one more quickie before Derrick pulled in with his Jeep. Then she would pop a mint into her mouth before talking with him about the pump leak.
The scotch worked its way through Kateās slender body and certainly had the calming effect she had hoped it would. Her anger at and disappointment in Marc were more intense than they had been only forty-five minutes earlier. But, Kate felt that her emotions were under control. And she knew that she would be okay with her family this weekend in the mountains and out on the lake. She really looked forward to seeing the boys and Brian.
She knew he would want sex as soon as the boys were in bed. And, strangely, she really wanted the comfort of having someone she knew loved her to make love to her, even if Brianās equipment was nothing like his former competitorās. Beyond the equipment problem, Brian had not worked up much of a technique, and so he was truly no match for Marc in that department either. Maybe Kate could convince Marc to buy some sex videos to give him some ideas on how to light her fire more successfully. In any case, Kate felt somewhat relieved actually because she was no longer having an affair that she had to worry her husband would learn about. And, she was certainly no longer torn over which man she wanted to be with. It was definitely not that bastard, Marc.
All things considered, the one good thing Kate would take with her from this short-lived affair was the wonderful sex she had experienced. Up until the time she had been fucked by Marc, she had not enjoyed such fulfilling sex. So, even though he was a bastard, he had provided her with memories of remarkable sex, though she had apparently not had the same impact upon him. As she had that thought, she felt so betrayed. She had believed Marc when he had told her that sex with her was fantastic, and now she had heard from his own lips that she was no where near as good in bed as was Mandy. That hurt a lot.
Kate could hear Derrickās arrival before she actually saw his Jeep pull into her driveway. Even with all the windows in the house closed tightly, she could hear the thumping of his stereo as his Jeep approached her driveway. She looked out the living room window to see the hot afternoon sun clearly illuminating Derrickās bright yellow Jeep, top off, with his beautifully muscled and shirtless body planted squarely in the driverās seat pull into her front yard.
Jumping out of the Jeep, Derrick bounced around to the rear of his car and removes a large metal toolbox. His thick bicep bulged as he lifted the box effortlessly from the vehicle. As he walked down the driveway, Kate was treated to the vision of this great looking stud, whose chest was thickly muscled, and whose abs were an eight pack, not a six-pack. And there were the kaki cargo shorts that were slipping down his thin waist.
Derrickās normally lighter complexion for a black guy was markedly darker due to his going shirtless every day. His dreadlocks were bouncing all around his head, and Kate could see the light greenish eyes twinkling from his darker face. Derrickās nose, cheeks, and lips were perfectly and sensuously formed.
Kate knew that coeds would call Derrick a stud, or a hottie, or a cutie, but to her he was perhaps the most remarkably handsome man she had ever seen. His face and his body were perfectly matched. Whatās more, his personal manner was warm, engaging, and simply charming. Kate knew that Derrick would be a success in life just because of the blend of his incredible good looks and his delightful and genuine manner. On top of those qualities though, he was also in the process of getting his masterās degree in accounting. He was headed for a great life she thought.
Then Kateās thoughts turned to how kind he had been to her on the beach two days before. He had been so considerate in trying to calm her anxieties about being spotted. In addition, he had made her feel so good about how she looked for a woman in her early thirties. She thought it was funny that he and his friends said she looked as though she was ten years younger. They had all made her feel better in what was a very awkward moment for her.
Kate let herself out the back way to meet Derrick near the pool. She had popped a couple of mints into her mouth to mask the smell of the scotch. But the effect of the scotch had definitely relaxed her greatly.