Her knees felt weak and her stomach was churning. The smell of weed hung heavy in the air masking the dank odor of musk and dirt in the disheveled one bedroom apartment.
Mandy sat on a faux leather couch and looked around the room. Her pulse quickened and her mind reeled. She couldn't believe where she was or what she was doing but she felt powerless to stop her slow descent into depraved infidelity.
Marcus handed her a joint and she took a long, slow hit. She held it deep until her lungs burned and then exhaled slowly. The coarse smoke scratched her throat and she coughed several times before a calm smile spread across her pretty round face.
She was a heavyset woman in her late 40's. She had extremely wide hips, a fat round ass, broad rounded shoulders and huge breasts with long nipples that were clearly visible through her low cut vee neck sweater.
Jamal, seated to her left, took the joint from her pudgy fingers and brazenly rubbed her big breasts through her sweater before he took a long hit off the joint.
"Stop that," Mandy giggled. "I told you I'm married." She lightly slapped his hand but when his strong arm slipped around her somewhat narrow, tapered waist and pulled her close she didn't resist. The warmth of his body against hers made her float into a blissful state and she breathed slow and steady.
She was nearly twice his age, a suburban housewife and a mother of two. She was a PTA member and served on the board of her Methodist church, but she was alone in a bad section of the city with three stoned, horny black men. It was out of character for the cute blonde but it was a scenario that had crossed her mind more than once. She had never been particularly wild or kinky in real life but her fantasies were sometimes raunchy and depraved and they'd become more so in recent years.
Calvert laughed and stepped in front of her. He was shirtless and Mandy couldn't help but stare at his chiseled and heavily tattooed torso. She wasn't usually attracted to bad boys. She had always taken the safe route in life but she couldn't deny that he was hot. They all were. They had much nicer bodies than her husband ever had and she felt a familiar tingling between her legs. She tensed her thighs which heighten her arousal.
Mandy had been surprised when they had approached the table she had been seated at with her friends Nicole and Donna. That had been several hours earlier and her friends had both gone home before Mandy was ready to leave. Her friends had both pushed her to leave with them but Mandy had a good buzz and she was enjoying flirting with three well built, sexy young men. She hadn't planned on leaving the bar with them. She was going to take an Uber home but they asked if she wanted to get high. It had been years since she had done that and she had quickly accepted their offer.
Mandy's eyes moved from Calvert's perfect chest to the bulge in his jeans and she sighed softly. She had never been with a black man but she had sometimes fantasized about it. Her husband was a good man and a great provider but he was not good in bed. He had a smallish dick and came too fast to make her climax during intercourse. His one redeeming quality in bed was with his mouth and he was excellent but sometimes she ached to get fucked long and hard.
Calvert saw where Mandy was looking and he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"I think you need some chocolate," he said with cocksure confidence. He tugged at his zipper and without a care he pulled out the biggest dick she ever laid eyes on. It was still flaccid but it easily dwarfed her husband's at his best.
"Oh my God," Mandy gasped. She couldn't believe that he had whipped his dick out in front of his friends. She was sure her homophobic husband would never do that especially given his insecurities about his size.
She stared at Calvert's cock as it hung from his zipper like the trunk of a baby elephant and her pussy grew moist. It was huge but it wasn't pretty. Her husband's may have been small but it was somewhat pleasant to look at. Calvert's was unclipped and ashy with angry veins.
Calvert grabbed his shaft and shook it up, down and side to side. It grew bigger and thicker. He pulled back the foreskin and his dark eyes narrowed.
Jamal's hand moved under her tight sweater and rubbed her soft tummy. She had dressed a little revealing for her monthly girls night. She was not a confident woman and she hated most of her body but she was proud of her big GG cup breasts and she'd figured she had to accentuate them because they were going dancing.
A soft sigh slipped from her lips and her body started to hum. She reached for Calvert's cock with trembling hands. She needed to touch it, to feel its warmth and heft. Her rational mind was screaming "no," but in her altered state her wanton urges took center stage.
She grabbed it with both hands and stroked it slowly. Mandy hadn't touched a dick other than her husbands in more than twenty years and she had only been with two other guys before they met. None were close to Calvert's size and she felt mesmerized by his big black cock.
Marcus sat down on Mandy's right and lifted one side of her sweater as Jamal lifted the other. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with a jolt of fear and a pang of guilt.
"Wa, wait," she stammered. Things were moving fast, too fast, and she needed to stop. She let go of Calvert's heavy cock and shook her head to clear the cobwebs from her cloudy head. Her body was throbbing and her eyes hovered at half mast.
Marcus took a hit of the joint and held it in his lungs. He smiled at Mandy and then pressed his full lips to her open mouth. He exhaled and pushed his tongue into her mouth as Jamal unfastened her bra and bunched her sweater above her giant breasts.
Mandy returned the kiss tentatively at first. Her head was spinning and her tongue danced with his in the warm enclave of their sealed mouths.
