The next morning I was awakened when the phone rang. I rolled over, my husband had not come home. Looking at the clock it was 6 A.M. My god who could that be, I thought.
"Hello," I answered the phone.
"Morning Dani," It was my husband. "I wanted to catch you before you left for work."
"WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY?" I was pissed. "Do you know what day it was?"
"Whoa, honey that's why I'm calling. I got called out of town for an emergency and don't know where my cell phone is."
"You left it in the kitchen."
"I'm sorry about last night. I tried to call from the airport but you weren't home."
"I went dancing, ALONE!" I said trying to make him feel guilty.
"I'm sorry. I will be home some time next week and I will make it up to you," he said, apologizing.
"Okay, I will see you then."
"Happy anniversary I love you, bye" my husband said.
"I love you too, bye" I said and hung up.
I was still pissed and my adrenaline was pumping. I got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee.
While the coffee was brewing, I grabbed my robe and went to get the newspaper.
I threw the paper on the table and waited for the coffee to finish. As I was pouring a cup of coffee I felt my thighs getting wet.
Oh my god! I forgot all about last night. All of a sudden the guilt hit me like a ton of bricks, I started crying. I can't beleive I let a stranger fuck me on my anniversary without a condom. My husband was suppose to make love to me, I'm fertile. What was I thinking last night?
I left for work at 8:30. I could not concentrate on my work trying to remember everything that happened. Throughout the day I could recall he was huge and my orgasms seemed to last forever. Oh Shit! I begged for him to knock me up. I was so distracted at work that I went home at noon.
I only had a couple of drinks. Why can't I remember his name? Did he give me a roofie? No! I never left my drink. I poured a rum and coke to calm me down. I took a sip of my drink and it hit me, Jerome. SHIT! I may be pregnant with a black baby.
My cell phone rang, I picked it up looking at the caller I.D. Whose number is this? I thought.
"Hello."
"Did my little whore have fun last night?" Shit! I gave him my number.
"Who is this?" I knew it was Jerome but I played stupid.
"You know who it is black cock slut," Jerome said. "Dani I can't beleive you forgot me already after letting me seed you," condescending bastard I thought.
"Seed me! What are you talking about?" my pussy was still leaking down my thighs.
"You begged for it, Now I want it again," this bastard is arrogant I thought.
"I told you last night was a one time thing," Shit! I just let him know I remembered him.
"The way you wrapped your legs around my waist and begged for me to knock you up tells me different," I started to get excited talking this way and felt my pussy get wet.
"I can't! I enjoyed last night but I'm married," I told him.
"Listen Ho, If you know what's good for you you will meet me, I know where you live!" How could he know that? I never told him, I thought.
"You do not!" Jerome rattled off my address.
Shit! He does, "How did you know that?"
"Changing your flat when you were asleep. I wrote it down from your registration."
Remembering how good his big black cock felt in my little white pussy and his commanding demeanor, I just could not take it. I had to do it again, no matter the consequences.
"My husband will be out of town until next week," I told him.
"See you in an hour," he hung up.
Shit! I didn't mean it that way. What am I going to do? I ran upstairs to change, maybe he will take me out.
Looking through my lingerie, I found a pink bra and pantie set and put it on. Walking past the mirror guilt set in. What are you doing? Trying to get yourself knocked up by Jerome? Walking to my closet I chose a pink dress that was just as short as the one I bought yesterday and my stilleto's again.
I went downstairs and poured another rum and coke. I thought it would calm my nerves, I gulpped it down.
Jerome showed up three hours later, he rang the bell.
"Where have.......?" Smack.
"Shut up ho!" Jerome commanded.
"I am......." Smack.
"You are my Ho, Admit it!"
"Could You please call me your fuck bunny," I pleaded.