Kelly Takes A Turn Ch 02

Kelly's story continues...Thank you Todger for editing this chapter!

If you haven't done so already, I suggest you read the first chapter of the story which hopefully provides some background. Also, the typical warning for those that need it: This is a story about interracial sex and a cheating wife. If either of those storylines offends/troubles/bothers you, then you probably shouldn't read any further. As always, feedback and comments are welcome!

Dee

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Kelly woke with a start the moment the sunlight touched her eyes. She sat up quickly, attempting to get her bearings and figure out where she was. It was not her bedroom at home she knew immediately, and a moment later she felt a surge of heat rush through as she realized what he had done; she had spent the night with Tyrell.

In a hopeless effort to prove herself wrong, Kelly slowly looked to her left and saw his naked body lying next to her. He was on his back, only his right leg covered by the sheet, and his black cock, the cock which instantly brought to mind the pleasure it provided her, laying quietly along his left thigh. Her eyes locked on to it as it seemed to call her name.

Kelly briefly debated leaping from the bed and darting from the room, but she knew that would probably wake him. She sat for a moment and pondered her predicament, her eyes continually glancing at his shaft as it still seemed to summon her.

She knew she had to leave. She had to get away from him and return to the sanctity of her hotel room. She couldn't let last night's events continue nor could she let her husband find out. Kelly resolved to quietly sneak out of the house, clean herself up in her hotel, and then make one final visit to her father at the hospital before heading home.

Away from Tyrell.

And back to her husband David.

Delicately, like a thief in the night, Kelly slipped from the bed and began to make her way towards the bedroom door. She paused to give his cock one last glance. "Why can't my husband have a cock like that?" she thought to herself. An instant rush of excitement coursed through her at the thought of waking up beside Tyrell every morning. Finally, reluctantly, she shook her head clear and turned again towards the door.

Avoiding all squeaks and creaks in the old house, Kelly was able to successfully reach the living room and gather up her various articles which now seemed to be cast about in different parts of the room. She made herself presentable enough to race to her car and drive to the hotel and get to her room without drawing any wayward looks on that bright summer morning.

Once in the safety of her hotel room, Kelly felt the weight of yesterday's actions come crushing down upon her. Her emotions were torn. She had cheated on David. She was now an adulteress. But she had loved it. The sex was tremendous. The contrast between the meager making love with her husband and unbridled fucking with Tyrell was indescribable. But what about David? He can never find out or her marriage was ruined. Could she hold the secret? Should she hold the secret?

She slumped into a fetal position on the bed and was wallowing in her misery, switching back and forth from berating herself for her adultery and then reminiscing about the pleasure it brought when her mind suddenly flashed with the recognition that she had not showered since yesterday morning...before her betrayal of her marital vows.

Immediately she was up and moving towards the bathroom, intent on washing away her sins in the confines of the shower stall. Kelly had partially unbuttoned her top by the time she hit the threshold of the bathroom door then, upon flipping on the light, was struck at the image looking back at her in the mirror.

Her white blouse, sexily parted by her cleavage, provided just enough glimpse of her aureole to indicate there was no bra underneath. The lustful look of her mirror persona aroused her further, and she thought back to the image she must have presented to Tyrell. Her nipples hardened at the realization and she placed a hand on the bathroom countertop to maintain her balance. Once again shaking her head clear of these lustful thoughts, Kelly turned on the shower, stripped herself naked, and was soon bathed in the cascade of warm water. Though try as she might, she was unable to wash away the fact that she had cheated on David. And further, the water sprinkling off her hardened nipples only seemed to fan the flames of desire. Kelly finally reasoned with herself, like an alcoholic who swears "only one more drink", that if she were to just get herself off this last time, she could revert back to her prior self and finish this visit and resume her married life.

Like the day prior, Kelly removed the shower wand and used it to heighten her arousal. She wanted to get off. She wanted this orgasm to rock her and shake away the feelings for Tyrell which were still smoldering within her.

She felt she would succeed as she began to paint herself with the stream. As the spray of water struck her chest, her nipples sought its attention. They stiffened at the water's touch and focused her arousal upon the sensation. While her right hand brought the wand towards her pussy, her left continued to tweak her nipples, continuing the pleasure. She felt herself cresting towards an orgasm. The feeling was amazing. And when it finally peaked, her knees trembled and she leaned against the shower wall to avoid falling as her orgasm washed over her.

However, just as her mind began to come back to earth from the pleasurable cloud of her orgasm, her first thoughts were comparing what she just felt to what she experienced with Tyrell. And the cycle began anew. She came two more times in that shower before realizing she needed some other method to clear her thoughts of its sexual haze.

Kelly dried herself off and didn't bother to put on any clothes as she left the bathroom and sat on the hotel bed. She reached for her phone thinking maybe a quick chat or text with her husband might cool her flames, giggling at the irony that she felt her husband is the antidote to the arousal Tyrell was spawning within her.

At first it worked. She had missed a few texts from David that morning and it made her think about what she had done the day before. However, as soon as she started reading them, she was once again struck by the whiny nature of her husband's texts. Again she thought how he sounded like one of her girlfriends. And while this did partially squelch her desire, it only diminished her view of David and increased her view of Tyrell.

Finally, Kelly was able to summon the resolve to get herself dressed and head out to the hospital. She sent David a brief text apologizing for not calling and that she was on the way to visit her father. She did not respond to the texts from Tyrell.

At the hospital Kelly was relieved the older black man who was manning the visitor desk yesterday, was not there today. She did not want to have to answer any questions about Tyrell's whereabouts. She gathered her pass from the elderly woman manning the station today and made her way up to the room. Like the day prior, her father was in and out of it and there was nothing in the way of conversation. Still, she sat there for a couple hours just being with him and watching TV.

Stuck in her own thoughts, Kelly couldn't help but check her phone repeatedly to see if she had any texts. She only had one that she hadn't seen yet. It was brief reply from David saying "Hope today's visit goes well!" She did not have a text from Tyrell.

For inexplicable reasons, his lack of texts bothered her. Sure she had the one she ignored after getting out of the shower, but why had he not texted her again, she wondered. She debated whether her cell signal was an issue in the hospital room but looking at her screen indicated that was not the problem. Kelly then admonished herself for even having the debate about why he hadn't texted her again.

"What am I doing wondering why he hasn't texted me?!" she thought. "I need to ignore him even if he does text! I need to forget what happened yesterday! That was a mistake!"

But only a moment later her thoughts continued, "But I've never felt anything like that, and I hate to admit it I can't get those feelings out of my head." And her thoughts trailed off briefly to think back to those very feelings.

And then her phone buzzed and startled her back to the present. It was Tyrell, "Yo girl, where you at?"

Kelly froze upon reading those words and the realization this was not something she could simply ignore; she had to face this issue and put it to rest. But the thought of that petrified her. Part of her concern stemmed from whether Tyrell would reveal her infidelity based on frustration. However, that was only a part of her anxiety. Another significant part was her own resolve. Could she confront him with the fortitude to let him know she made a mistake? Her hard nipples and damp pussy caused her doubt. And the final part, regardless if she wanted to acknowledge it or not, was whether she truly wanted to put an end to things.

She decided it was time to act and she typed him a text, "I'm at the hospital", clicking send before going any further.

Tyrell responded, "Why didn't you pick me up?"

Kelly knew she should just let him know to leave her alone, but couldn't get her fingers to type the words.

After a brief moment Tyrell continued, "You ain't at the hospital thinking of this are you?" and there was a picture of his cock. His semi-hard, black cock, seemingly staring at the camera. And beckoning her.

"Tyrell," she typed and said aloud before quieting herself, "I'm in my father's hospital room! Don't send me a picture like that in here!"

Tyrell sent her a smiling emoticon and replied, "Well I wouldn't have to send it if you was here."

Immediately her mind shifted to what she would be doing if she was there and if she, instead of the camera, were staring at that cock. Kelly unconsciously licked her lips to ensure none of the saliva now pooling in her mouth had slipped out. She tried to display an act of willpower, "Yesterday was a mistake. I'm married. That should have never happened and can't happen again."

Kelly was stunned and somewhat hurt by his reply, "That's cool. If that's the way you feel I ain't gonna get in the way."

She sat staring at the phone when it buzzed a moment later. She secretly hoped this was a message expressing his desire for her. Something that would make him be the one seeking more rather than her. But instead it read, "I left a job order in your father's room two days ago. Any chance you can bring it by when you leave?"

Kelly slumped in her chair. Was he really done with her like that? Didn't the sex from yesterday have any effect on him? Was she really that inexperienced that he didn't want more? A somewhat defeated Kelly replied, "Sure. I'm going to leave now anyway."

She hadn't planned on leaving at that moment, but her sudden turn in emotions made her need to get out of there. She felt like going to her hotel room and sulking. Kelly found a small notepad on the ledge of the window where Tyrell had stood the other day and headed out of the room. She was at the elevator before she even realized she hadn't said goodbye to her father.

Kelly drove towards Tyrell's place, disappointed in herself. The hip hop station which Tyrell had put on the day prior and which she had not changed played on and she couldn't help but think of whether she had done something wrong. Then, after a few moments of berating herself for thinking this was somehow her fault, she focused on cheering herself up and not letting Tyrell know he had hurt her feelings. Instead, she wanted to leave him with the thoughts that it was him that was going to be losing out when she headed home.

She stopped a few blocks from his place, checked her appearance, made sure her clothes were positioned in a way to accent her figure, and then continued on. Upon arriving at his place, Kelly knocked on the door. No response. She knocked again. Again, no response. She was just about to text him when the door opened and there stood Tyrell just like she found him the day before, shirtless, slight sheen of sweat on his belly and his jeans positioned just above his hips. And just like when she received that text with the picture of his cock in her father's hospital room, Kelly unconsciously licked her lips.

Tyrell gave that delicious grin of his and reached down. Kelly thought he was reaching to take the notepad she was holding, but instead he grabbed her arm. His touch seemed to course through her body and, though he did not have anything more than a gentle grip on the back of her arm, she felt unable to break free.

Tyrell continued to grin at her as he said, "I'm glad you could make it girl." And with that, he stepped aside and let her through the doorway.

At that moment, Kelly felt as if there were two of her. One half of her psyche had placed the notepad in his hand and turned back towards her car without saying a word. She could almost see that part of herself walking down the driveway, crossing the street, and getting in the car. Her mind painted a picture for her of the car pulling away as she drove back to her married life. The amazing thing was, with each step and with each movement of the car, the image seemed to fade slightly in her mind.

Meanwhile, the other half of her psyche, the one now back in the room with Tyrell was still holding the notepad. And this half was now breathing somewhat heavily as she stood in his midst.

Tyrell closed the distance between them and Kelly slowly backed away until her back, both literally and figuratively, was against the wall. Tyrell leaned an arm against the wall and seemed to tower over her as he asked, "Girl, you can't deny you didn't have a good time yesterday. I see that look on your face still today."

With him standing so close and his scent filling her nose with every breath, Kelly felt her resolve begin to crumble, "Tyrell, I can't do this. I shouldn't...I shouldn't be here...I'm married." All the while saying those things Kelly could feel her heart pounding inside her.

What is it about unbridled lust that allows it to overcome your willpower, to take over your being, to trample what you once held important?

Tyrell continued to grin and then gently ran his hand under her chin to tilt her face up towards his. Kelly was full on panting now. She wanted to speak but didn't have the air in her lungs to do so. She had to get out of this house and out of Tyrell's presence or she would once again bend to his will. In one futile effort, she was able to breathlessly pant out, "Tyrell, please...my marriage...David...I can't..." and then her words were cut off when Tyrell's lips closed on hers. Even as she knew she was once again on the path to violate her marital vows, she couldn't help but accept his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her hands around his neck.

The notepad fell to the floor.

Kelly continued her futile attempts at resistance by occasionally pulling back and mumbling something about her marriage or her husband, but then she would resume kissing Tyrell a moment later. Tyrell only groaned out an occasional "mmhmm" if for no other reason than to put her mind at ease. He was in fact listening. He was also considering what she was saying. And he particularly enjoyed hearing her get part of the way through saying her husband's name before their lips cut her words off.

They continued to kiss and then Tyrell began to slide his powerful hands, rough and calloused from his contractor work, up her sides. He gently made contact with the sides of each of her tits each time he reached the top and Kelly was eagerly awaiting him taking them into his hands. She began to twist her body gently each time in the hopes of bringing him in closer contact to her nipples. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Kelly felt both his hands begin to massage the meat of her breasts. Her nipples leapt to his touch and her knees grew weak from the pleasure.

Tyrell's cock was now surging within his jeans and he wanted to continue what he had started with Kelly. He leaned in close again so he was pressing her against the wall and began to tweak her swollen and aroused nipples and then moved his lips to her neck. He could feel her heart pulsing the blood through her veins as his tongue caressed her flesh.

When Kelly felt his teeth gently scrape against her neck, her desire surpassed her resistance. She pulled him closer to herself, causing her head to lightly bump against the wall behind her. She ran her hands over his shoulders, on to the back of his neck and finally his head. Tyrell responded with a gentle, but forceful nip of her neck, causing a squeal of pleasure from Kelly.

That little action broke her from her trance and she gently pushed him back, just far enough so she could sink to her knees before him. Tyrell could only smile to himself at this gem he was uncovering. One of the things on Kelly's mind since her first time with Tyrell was sucking his cock. She adored it. She loved the sensuality of it. The passion. And the submission. In her mind, kneeling before Tyrell, pulling his hardening black cock towards her moist lips, made her feel more like a woman than at nearly any other point in her life.

And the moment her tongue made contact with the mushroom head of his shaft, she again experienced the no-touch orgasm she enjoyed the day before. Tyrell leaned an arm against the wall to keep his balance and let Kelly get reacquainted with his cock. What she lacked in experience she made up for with desire and that was truly something he wanted. If he handled things properly, he could mold and shape her into the woman he often fantasized her being.

As Kelly's mouth worked his shaft to full hardness, she looked up at him to try and gauge his reaction. She needed a sense of how he was feeling and if she was pleasing him. When her gaze met his dark brown eyes looking down on her, she slipped a hand inside her jeans and tried to put a finger on her clit. She nearly cried out in frustration when she couldn't get there fast enough and quickly freed the hand which was stroking his cock so she could undo her jeans. A moment later, her right middle finger was stroking her moist clit, her left hand was stroking his shaft, and her pussy was erupting in another orgasm.

When she regained her vision after coming down from the crest of her orgasm, Tyrell was smiling down at her, reassuring her inexperienced psyche that her efforts were being well received and spurring her on to continue what she had started.

Kelly again attempted to take more of his cock into her mouth and gagged slightly as she felt the head reach the back of her tongue. Her eyes welled up with tears in an involuntary response, but after taking a momentary pause, she again pushed forward and again felt the slight gagging sensation. Bizarrely, she felt a surge of excitement when she gagged. She felt a wickedness in it. And she could see the look in Tyrell's eyes that he enjoyed it as well.

Tyrell grabbed her hair and after pulling her forward into his crotch and feeling her gag once again, he pulled her back until just the head of his rod was between her lips. He could feel her heavy breathing through her nose on his wet shaft as she worked to get air back into her lungs. He reached his hand under her chin to get her to look fully up at him, then eased his cock from between her lips. He watched as she continued to gaze up at him while still searching with her mouth for his shaft.

"You learning to suck cock real good Kelly. Real good." Tyrell said as he watched her tongue reach in vain for his cockhead while she slowly nodded her head before replying, "Thank you."

He brushed his cock briefly against her lips and heard her moan gently before he continued with his talk, "I'm glad your whiteboy never let you suck him, because then you might not be with me." She ever so slightly shook her head no as if to disagree with him. Tyrell continued, "Tell me Kelly, what's his name again?"