Erica moaned out and grasped Tre's arms just above the elbows. They looked into each other's eyes as they slowly fucked in the missionary position. They were in his bed at his dormitory room. They had just finished their classes for the day. Outside, a thunderstorm was raging, with a hard steady rain, flashing lighting, and booming thunder. It was a perfect evening for staying under covers and making slow and luxurious love, and that was what they were doing.
The summer semester had gone by so fast, and now Erica found herself in the last week of the semester with finals looming. It had been a stressful week with all the studying and cramming she had done with her school work. Tre had helped tremendously with her studying, and had helped relieved much of her stress, just as he was doing now. They were in bed together, making love, and she could feel the stress unwind from her body with each slow, downward thrust of his hips.
A lot had occurred over the summer. She had quit her job and was now a full time student, and with Tre moving into the dorms, they no longer had their train rides together, as they had during the first few months when they had met. Despite that, they had found other ways to be with each other more and more, and they had grown much closer. They had continued with going out to dinner on Wednesday nights, and it had soon led to further outings together. They had reserved Friday nights to go out for dancing and drinks. Sex between them was now a daily thing, sometimes more than once a day if they had the time.
Then there was Robert. What could she say? As things got better with Tre, they had worsened with Robert. In fact life with him had become steadily unbearable. They no longer had sex and hadn't had it in over two months now. The frequency with which he confronted her over her relationship with Tre had increased during the summer, and it always led to arguments. He wanted her to stop seeing Tre, while reminding her that she was his wife and he was her husband, and that her seeing Tre so much was totally inappropriate and unacceptable to him.
She always responded calmly to his rants. She tried reasoning with him. She tried telling him that Tre was her friend and that she couldn't, and wouldn't, stop being friends with him. She never backed down from that point, and eventually Robert had to concede that to her. Then he would insist that she at least stop having sex with him. But she was unwilling to give that up either and stood her ground firmly on that as well. She would remind him that it was all his idea in the first place. She told him that she understood that all this had begun to satisfy his desire to see her with another man, but now it wasn't just about him anymore. She had feelings and desires that had to be considered and met too, and she wasn't able to so easily suppress them like he wanted her to. She pleaded for him to understand, and that if he really wanted to see her happy, as he always told her, then he would allow her relationship with Tre to continue until such time as she saw fit for it to end. She told him that it would just have to run its course naturally, and that there was nothing that he or she could do to stop it before that. This always seemed to work in settling the argument for the time being.
She understood that Robert loved her, and that she was still his wife, but she just couldn't help it. She was Tre's woman now, and the sooner that she could make Robert understand that, then the better it would be for everybody. But she realized she just couldn't throw all that on Robert all at once. She had to take small steps to achieve that goal.
At first, it was true; it had been just about the sex. But very quickly she had developed feelings for Tre that went beyond just friendship or sex. Of course, she had thought she had felt the same way with Robert, but she had been sheltered and much younger then. Now, with Tre, the sex was only just the icing on the cake, and she was a woman determined to have her cake and eat it too.
She had been keeping in close contact with her younger sister out in Berkeley, and through her, her older sister had found out about her relationship with Tre. For Erica, it was good to have them to talk to about this, since she couldn't talk to anyone else about it. They understood what she was going through and supported her continuing her relationship with Tre. They even encouraged her to begin deepening her relationship with Tre, especially in light of what she told them about Robert's worsening behavior towards her. She appreciated and valued their encouragement and agreed with it. She especially valued their occasional pointers and advice on how to please Tre sexually. She wholeheartedly put these pointers to practice, and to her delight, saw that Tre really did enjoy her ministrations.
During the semester she had also become really good friends with a fellow classmate. She was an art major from France studying here on a student visa. Her name was Cherie. They had so much in common and had become fast friends. Her English was ok, but it naturally had a thick French accent. She was slightly taller than Erica, and slender, and she had to admit that she had a great body, the kind that all guys drool over. She was pale skinned like Erica, but she had a long, luxurious mane of light red hair that shined and flowed over her shoulders. She had light beauty freckles, also like Erica, on her cheeks and her shoulders. Her ice-blue eyes were piercing.
She was 25, same age as Erica, and married. Her husband stayed behind in Bordeaux while she attended several semesters here to finish her degree. Erica was amazed at Cherie's seemingly steadfast commitment to her marriage. She had been here for a year now, and Erica didn't think that she herself would be able to last that long without sex, especially given the fact that so many handsome college guys were always trying to flirt with her. But Cherie always turned down their advances. The three of them, her, Cherie, and Tre, studied together, and frequently hung out on their off time, whether in their dorms, or going out.
Cherie knew of the situation of Erica being married, yet having relations with Tre. She told Erica that she envied her for being able to experience other men outside of her marriage. She said she could only hope to be so lucky to have experiences such as Erica's outside of her marriage. Whenever the conversation was brought up, Cherie would always ask her questions about what it is like to be with a black man. Erica could see that Cherie was very curious, and quite possibly interested in experiencing sex with a black man. Erica was always eager to satisfy Cherie's questions and inquisitive mind on the subject, and laughingly would tell her she really should try it sometime, and that if she was really interested in fucking a black guy, then she would help set her up with one. She always made Cherie blush and smile embarrassingly when she suggested that, then she would change the subject. But she noticeably never declined the offer.
Erica could feel Tre picking up the pace. His huge, low hanging balls began audibly slapping against her butt. She moaned loudly as she felt his shaft begin to swell.
"You like this Erica? You like my cock inside of you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"It feels so good, doesn't it, baby? So much better than your husband?"
"Oh, god, yes! So much fucking better! Go faster, harder!"
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he picked her up as he stood upright on his knees. The both began frantically thrusting their hips towards each other with increasing speed, thereby bringing their common goal of wanted his seed to enter her womb closer and closer.
The wait wasn't a long one. Tre gave one final hard thrust into her, and they both fell forward with him on top of her, as the first shot entered deep inside of her. The thunder and lightning was reaching a crescendo outside. Tre continued pumping his hips as stream after stream of his semen continued filling Erica. As has happened many times before, the amount of cum expended by Tre was too much for Erica to take in, and it began to gush out even before Tre stopped his pumping. Both of their genital regions became soaked and smeared by their combined sex juices.
Tre collapsed on top of Erica, both of their bodies covered with sweat. Erica exhaled with a whoosh, then smiled and giggled as she stroked his back. He lifted his head up off of her chest and they kissed in post-coital bliss. She could feel that he was still semi-hard inside of her.
"You are so awesome!", she gushed as she rubbed his smooth shaven head.
They both took a moment to catch their breath. Erica looked over at the clock. She sighed in disappointment as she brushed her sweat-dampened hair out of her face.
"It is getting late. I guess I need to start thinking about going home."
"Are you kidding me? Erica, look at the storm outside. No, I'm sorry, but I can't let you drive home all that way in weather like this."
"Yea, I guess you are right. It should pass in a little while, then I will go."
