Online to Orgasm -- Part Two
Chapter 1:
It had been two weeks since Elaine had been with D-Rock, two
very
long weeks.
She'd made a promise to herself that she wouldn't repeat the encounter, no matter how much she had enjoyed it. Her marriage had been tottering, like a drunk leaving a bar, for a while now. Between her daughter Karen, leaving for college and her own newly discovered sexual appetite that tottering had devolved into a shambling stagger. But Elaine wasn't ready to give up on John just yet. Besides, the logical side to her mind fully realised that it was just sex, just passion, what had happened; what she had experienced over the last few weeks wasn't real emotions.
Elaine considered that the root cause had been all the masturbation, all the flirting online that had temporarily unhinged her good sense and led her to cheat on her husband. She felt she had become almost addicted to her daily online routine and the constant toying with herself. With any addiction, at least in her mind, abstinence was the key to shaking it. That meant that she had been avoiding the online chat site as well as refraining from getting herself off.
Having a plan and sticking to it were two very different propositions though. Elaine had woken up a number of times that second week with the dawn. Each time she had been bathed in sweat, her fingers deep within her own moist pussy. The dreams of her being fucked vigorously by a black cock fading away like mist as her mind groggily became aware of her actions.
Thankfully each time John had remained fast asleep, blissfully unaware of his wife's broken sleep.
Long showers had helped to refresh her body but her mind still drifted to thoughts she fought to deny. Being this horny but not engaging it, not feeding it, was her own private hell... the last two weeks had sucked!
She had thrown herself into other activities which had involved work and home improvements for the most part. The home improvements were partly to keep herself occupied and partly to bond again with John, to share some time together. Her latest project was repainting Karen's bedroom so that it would look nice when she got back the next time from college. When Elaine had sat down in the kitchen to start looking through paint schemes online, she had opened up the login screen to the interracial chat site instinctively. Again, John hadn't been around but it had been yet another reminder of how dangerous a level her obsession had reached.
Everything seemed to remind her of Black cock and how she had felt with one fucking her. The trip to the hardware store had been awkward as well. As she and John had slowly pushed the trolley down the aisle looking for brushes a decent looking older black guy had approached them to offer some assistance looking for stuff. While he and John talked, Elaine had just stood behind him, admiring the close fitting pants the store owner was wearing and how they clung to his shapely butt. He had asked John if they were getting help with the redecorating. John had then replied that "No, my wife likes to do it herself". Elaine had nearly choked trying to smother a bout of hysterical laughter. She blamed it on her tired mind. Last night had been another one filled with erotic dreams.
Once home, John reversed the car into the driveway before popping the trunk. He opened the front door as Elaine began unloading the paint cans from the car. The house phone rang and he stepped inside to answer it.
"No, no, you get that, I'll manage" Elaine muttered under her breath as she deposited a couple of paint cans in the hallway. As she turned back to the car, she heard John call her name.
"What?" she yelled back, a little annoyed he had left her to do the unloading.
"I said it's Karen, come say hi. You can finish that after" John called out.
"I'm nearly done, tell her I'll be there in a minute" she replied, silently promising herself that he'd be eating cold pasta that night for dinner.
As Elaine returned to the car to grab the last of the painting supplies her cell rang, unknown caller. A new client she assumed.
"Hello, Elaine Finn Realties" she said brightly as she answered the call.
"Hey Red, how you been?" The number might have been unknown but the voice was all too familiar, it was D-Rock.
"How did you get this number?" Elaine hissed into the phone, wildly looking over her shoulder into the house to make sure John wasn't close by. There was no sign of him but she walked to the end of the driveway to be safe.
"Had to call you, you ain't been online and I've been missing you" he answered, neatly sidestepping how he'd obtained her cell.
"Look last time was great", she said hurriedly, "but it was a mistake all the same. I have a family, I'm married, it's not going to happen again. Please Darrell you can't call me like this again."
"You sure? You looked like you wanted more last time I saw you. Besides it was you hittin' on me to start with Elaine" D-Rock replied, putting stress on her name as he did. Elaine remember he preferred being called by his nickname.
"I know, but I am one hundred percent sure. I can't have my family, my husband finding out. I have to go."
"Don't go hanging up on me, I will just end up having to call back", he said quickly. "Look I get it, you don't want to play no more, that's fine, aint no-one can make you do what you don't want to do. So, it's cool."
"Thank you, D-Rock," Elaine said, breathing out a sigh of relief that he seemed to be taking this maturely.
"Though I got a problem now. See I told some people how I was seeing this hot fucking redhead and now you letting me down. Gonna look like I was full of shit. That ain't good."
"Well sorry about that but I think you should have been more discreet about things anyway, then you wouldn't have the problem" Elaine replied. She glanced over her shoulder to see John beckoning her from the front step.
