Sigrids Dilemma Pt 02

Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway and Denmark.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All comments and feedback is welcome.

HF

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Sigrid shuffled her way to the front of the queue in the small café in the Air Nordland headquarters building at Nordhaven International Airport. It had been nearly two weeks since her fateful night in New York where she had broken her marriage vows, sleeping with a handsome black passenger she had met on her flight. Her two-week Type C schedule was almost finished, and she was looking forward to a week of downtime. The grueling nature of the schedule had left little time for her and Magnus to have more than a few brief discussions about starting a family. She'd been home for only scant periods and Magnus had been focused on his own intensive project at work too.

The day Sigrid had arrived home, Magnus had been waiting for her in the terminal with a bouquet of flowers; she could tell he was determined to try and repair their marriage, especially after the last argument that they had the morning of her departure for New York. Sigrid reflected that it was most likely that argument that had led her into the arms of Marcus Thompson. A chat on the flight, followed by a longer one over dinner and drinks that evening in New York had culminated in his spending the night with her in her hotel room.

Sigrid both loved and hated the feelings that Marcus had generated in her. She felt guilty and ashamed of herself over cheating on her husband, especially as he was trying hard to make it up to her and had come around to the idea of starting a family. Nonetheless, her mind often drifted back to the incredible night of pleasure and freedom she'd shared with Marcus. It had been a night of firsts for her -- her first time cheating and her first time sleeping with a black man. Both caused her to feel conflicted and excited in equal parts.

She looked up and realized she reached the front of the queue. The barista looked up from the tablet on the counter. "Hi there, what will you have?"

"Uh...just an espresso, please," she replied, fumbling for her purse. She tapped her credit card on the reader. "What name?" the barista asked. "Sigi," she said as she moved away to wait for her drink.

Sigrid moved over to the large windows overlooking the tarmac of Nordland International Airport, watching the continuous flow of aircraft coming and going. She knew she should put Marcus out of her mind, focus on Magnus and their dreams of having a family, but something held her back. For that moment in time in New York, she felt free, free of the constraints that had been placed around her by her family, her husband, her life here in Nordland.

"Sigi." She turned and saw her coffee was ready and she collected it from the counter. She was on a crew training day today and she sat down at a nearby table and opened her crew manual. Flipping through the pages and sipping her coffee, she studied her procedures in preparation for the test that afternoon. Despite her dedication, she found it hard to focus on the words and diagrams on the page.

"Hey, Sigi!" Sigrid looked up to see Helga, one of her good friends, approaching. Helga was a vivacious little blonde woman with a big personality. Sigrid smiled; she hadn't seen her friend in a few weeks due to their conflicting schedules. "Hi Helga, how are you?" she said as she closed the manual.

Helga sat down opposite. "Tired, just got back from Tokyo last night. Supposed to be on rest today but they're so short staffed that I have to do a short haul across to London tonight and back again."

Sigrid nodded. "I know...it seems so busy lately. I can't wait for the next class of trainees to be finished." The recent expansion of the airline, coupled with aggressive recruiting campaigns from European and Middle East airlines had left Air Nordland short-staffed and struggling to fill their crew rosters.

Helga grinned. "Don't worry, you'll fix all these crew scheduling issues when you're in the hot seat. When do you transfer across?"

"Not for another couple of weeks. The training class need to finish and get their wings before I'll be released from the crew pool."

"Are you looking forward to it? At least you'll be home, right?" Helga asked. Sigrid nodded. "Yeah...I'm looking forward to it."

"Mags happy with the change?" Helga asked but then saw the expression on Sigrid's face. "Sigi, everything ok?"

"Y...yes, sorry. Just a bit tired." She gave her friend a smile. "It's been a busy couple of weeks."

"You're on the C schedule, aren't you?" Sigrid nodded. "Yeah...been to New York, Rio, Singapore, Dubai."

"How's Mags taking it?"

"He's been caught up a lot with work, we've only seen each other a couple of times in the last fortnight. But at least he's agreed to us starting a family," she told her friend with a little smile.

"Really? That's great!" Helga replied, knowing her friend had wanted this for some time. "You guys are going to have the cutest kids!" she said with a grin. She leaned in closer. "So...have you started trying?" she asked with a naughty little smile.

Sigrid gave a little laugh. "No...I mean, not really. Like I said, we haven't really been together much. I'm still on the pill too. Mags suggested I go see my doctor and get all the checks done, I'll probably do that next week when I've got some time off."

Helga nodded and then paused. "Are you ok, Sigi? You look a bit...off..." she asked, concerned for her friend. Sigrid paused, she'd wanted to tell her about Marcus, about their night together, about how it had left her exhilarated but also intensely confused about where she stood with Magnus. But she knew she couldn't; what had happened in New York had to remain a secret.

She nodded and smiled. "Just tired...I'll be ok," she told her friend. The pair chatted for several more minutes before Helga had to head off, leaving Sigrid to her manual and coffee.

*****

That afternoon after the test, Sigrid was in the crew room, placing her flight attendant manual away in her locker when Anna Svenson, one of the crew schedulers popped her head into the room. "Listen up, I've got a short notice job. Quick hop back and forth to New York, Freja Nilsen has come down sick."

The other women in the room started to shake their head. Anna's gaze fell on Sigrid. "Sigi, what about you?"

"Sorry, Anna. I'm on the C schedule."

"When do you finish?" she asked. "Tomorrow," Sigrid replied.

Anna thought for a moment. "If I extend your crew hours, will you do it? Please?" she asked.

Sigrid thought for a moment, the temptation looming. With a reluctant sigh, she said, "Sure, ok."

"Thanks, Sigi. You're the best!" Anna replied as she dashed back to her office.

Sigrid hesitantly pulled out her phone, tapping out a message to Magnus to let him know the change to her schedule. She knew he wouldn't be excited about the change, but he'd been busy with work too lately.

Sending the message, she paused for a moment before tapping out a message to Marcus. She realized that seeing him again might not be such a good idea, but she didn't like the idea of simply ghosting him. Perhaps they could catch up one last time, she thought.

*Hey there, hope you're going ok. I'm going to be flying back to New York tomorrow night. Just wanted to see if you would like to catch up. Sigi*

A few moments later as she was walking to her car, her phone beeped.

*Hi Sigi, yes would love to catch up. Message me when you're at your hotel*

*****

"Oh...fuck, Sigi...that feels so good..." Marcus groaned towards the ceiling as he lay on Sigrid's hotel bed the following night. He tilted his head and looked down his dark body towards her. She was kneeling between his widely spread legs, her brown curls draped around her face as her head bobbed up and down, taking his black cock deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth.

Ever since the night two weeks earlier when they had first had sex, Marcus had been secretly hoping Sigrid would get in contact with him again. When she had messaged him the day before he was thrilled at the chance to see her again. He'd planned for a lovely dinner and walk in Central Park for her short layover in New York. However, it seemed that Sigrid had other plans in mind.

When she'd met him in the bar of her hotel, she'd practically dragged him back up to her room. Initially he'd protested, asking about dinner, but she'd silenced him by giving him a naughty smile and telling him that if he was hungry, he could eat her all night long. Despite what she'd said, she wanted to sample him first and, once in the room, she had quickly pulled him towards the bed.

Their clothes had fallen away in moments, and Sigrid tugged Marcus onto the bed, telling him to lay down as she knelt between his legs and gave him a naughty grin. Her hands had rubbed his dark thighs before she reached out to gently stroke his black cock and balls before leaning forward and taking the head of his black cock into her mouth, relishing its taste and texture as well as the groan of pleasure that escaped from Marcus's throat.

After their incredibly passionate encounter two weeks earlier, Sigrid was determined to show him that she could also pleasure him in a way that was as just as good as he'd pleasured her. Thoughts of Magnus drifted through her mind, but she pushed them away. She needed this, she wanted this. After tonight, she'd go back to being the good wife, but tonight she wanted Marcus.

She bobbed her head up and down, her lips sucking on Marcus's dark black shaft and fat head. Hearing him groan in pleasure was like music to her ears as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive head.

"Fuuuucckkkk..." Marcus groaned in a long-drawn-out expression of pleasure, the sensations driving him towards the edge. He'd always prided himself on being able to pleasure his partners, continually refining his love-making technique as if he were an artist. Now he found what it was like to be on the receiving end of someone who was solely and utterly focused and dedicated to his pleasure.

He tilted his head to look down at Sigrid as she moved her head up and down his dark shaft. She must have sensed he was looking at her as she turned her eyes up to look at him. Her dark-blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room, the skin of her face pale and soft, contrasting with the dark shaft locked between her pink lips. "Oh...fuck..." Marcus moaned, overcome at the sight.

Sigrid moved her head and sucked harder, eliciting another series of loud groans from Marcus. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. As much as he wanted the release, the desire to feel the orgasmic pleasure wash over him, he wanted something else. Tonight, he wanted his first release to be inside her.

He reached down with shaking hands and cupped her head. "Uhhh...Sigi...wait..." Marcus gasped. She stopped her bobbing motion and looked up at him in surprise and concern, worried that she was doing something he didn't enjoy. Pulling her lips from his cock, she whispered, "Marcus...what is it...what's wrong?"

"Wrong? There's nothing wrong...that feels so incredible...so good. But I don't want to cum like this...not the first time tonight..."

"But Marcus...I want you to enjoy yourself..." Sigrid whispered; a longing look in her sparking blue eyes. His heart melted a tiny bit when he heard that, it had been a long time since one of his partners had said something like that to him. "I know you do, Sigi...and I want you to enjoy yourself at the same time..."

She gave him a little smile, she couldn't and wouldn't argue with that. With a naughty little smile, she moved up the bed towards his head and the pillows. Leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips, she was surprised when he rolled out of the bed.

"Marcus?" Sigrid asked, puzzled as she saw him reach for his trousers. He rummaged for a second and climbed back onto the bed, a small packet in his hand. Marcus gave her a little, embarrassed grin. "Sorry, just had to get this," he told her.

Recalling how good it had felt the last time they had made love in the shower without the barrier of a condom between them, Sigrid made up her mind in an instant, reaching out to place a hand on his. "Marcus, it's ok. I'm still on the pill. You don't have to wear that if you don't want to," she told him softly, with a little smile.

Marcus gave her a look of pleasant surprise. "Are you sure, Sigi? I mean, I'm clean," he told her.

Sigrid nodded. "I trust you, Marcus. And yes, I'm sure. I want this too" she told him as she pulled him closer. The condom packet fell from his fingers onto the bed, forgotten by both as they pulled each other into a close embrace, kissing and feeling the connection growing between them.

Marcus couldn't believe how good it felt to have his arms wrapped around Sigrid again, their bodies intertwined, his black skin against her ivory skin as their lips kissed passionately, lost in the moment together. They were so different -- he with a rich, dark hue and close-cropped black hair, while she had a pale, porcelain complexion and waves of chestnut-brown hair. Yet in that moment, they were joined as one.

As they kissed, Marcus's hands explored the contours of Sigrid's body, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone before moving down her sides, his thumbs brushing against the sides of her heavy, pale breasts, causing her to shiver with pleasure. "Mmmmm..." came the soft gasp from the depths of her throat at his touch.

She broke the kiss and tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him as a soft mewl of pleasure escaped her lips. Seizing the opportunity, Marcus's lips covered the pale skin of her neck with a multitude of kisses. His hands moved inwards, cupping Sigrid's firm pink-capped breasts in his dark hands, his fingers teasing her sensitive pink nipples into hard peaks.

"Oh...yes...play with my nipples..." she gasped; this was something Magnus had not done for so long. His dark fingers tweaked the small nubs of pink flesh before grazing delicately around the crinkly pink skin of her aureoles. Sigrid gasped at the sensations, her mind lost in the pleasure, thoughts of her husband and her life in Nordland having disappeared from her mind. All that mattered now was the touch of the handsome black man locked in her embrace.

As he stimulated and teased her breasts and nipples, Sigrid's fingers traced the lines of Marcus's broad shoulders and muscular chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. His dark skin was soft, yet she could feel the underlying power of his masculinity beneath it, like a coiled spring.

Her fingers delved into the short, cropped curls atop his head, pulling him closer, wanting to immerse herself in his intoxicating scent. Marcus's hands wandered lower, cupping Sigrid's firm, round buttocks, pulling her closer still, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her. She responded with a soft moan, her body igniting with a fierce, primal need as his fingers moved down her pale body, exploring the gentle curve of her waist and the and the exquisite arch of her hips.

"You feel so good..." she whispered breathlessly. "So big..."

"Why don't you feel how big..." he whispered in reply. Without any further prompting, Sigrid's fingers left his head and moved down the length of his body. They delved into the dark curls at the base of Marcus's shaft, her touch a gentle, teasing caress as she traced the length of him, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head of his black cock. He gasped softly at the sensation.

"Fuck, Sigi...that feels good..." he moaned. With a low, guttural growl, Marcus's lips claimed Sigrid's once more, his tongue delving into the depths of her mouth as he reached up to again roll her pink nipples between his dark fingers. She gasped against his lips, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Sigrid's fingers tightened around his shaft, her touch a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come as she stroked him from root to tip, her thumb brushing against the sensitive fat head with each gentle stroke.

"Uhhh..." came the muffled moan from Marcus as the pair of lovers continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies. With the pleasurable sensations emanating from his cock coursing through him, Marcus's touch grew bolder; his fingers left her nipples and traced a path down Sigrid's stomach and along the length of her inner thigh, drawing goosebumps to rise in his wake.

Sigrid's breath hitched as his touch neared the apex of her thighs, her hips involuntarily arching towards him, a silent plea for him to continue. She parted her legs eagerly, her hips bucking towards him as she begged for more.

"Marcus...please...please don't stop..." Sigrid moaned softly. He obliged, his fingers delving between her soft, pink folds and finding her wet and ready for him. Marcus, attuned to her every reaction, smiled against her skin, his breath warm and tantalizing against her sensitive flesh as he studied her reactions, identifying her most sensitive spots.

With a feather-light touch, he traced the length of her slit, feeling the slick heat of her arousal against his fingertips. Sigrid's back arched off the bed as a moan escaped her lips, her body trembling with the effort to maintain some semblance of control. But it was a futile effort, for Marcus seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to bring her to the brink of release and keep her there, teetering on the edge of orgasmic oblivion. Marcus's dark fingers delved deeper, exploring the folds of her Nordic sex with a gentle, reverent touch, as if he were uncovering some treasure hidden within her feminine temple.

With a low, primal growl, he plunged two black fingers deep inside her, his dark thumb circling her pink clit in slow, teasing circles as he curled his finger, searching for her g-spot. When he found it, Sigrid's back arched off the bed, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure as she cried out against Marcus's lips. "Oh...oh...fuck..." she gasped at the sensation.

Sigrid's body trembled beneath his touch, her breath hitching as she felt the first waves of her orgasm begin to crash over her. "Marcus, oh...God...yes!" she cried out, her voice a ragged, breathy melody in the stillness of the hotel room as she came hard against his body, her head thrown back as her entire body shook with ecstasy.

Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as she felt the first waves of her release crash over her. Her muscles clenched around Marcus's fingers, her body trembling as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Marcus kept going, his dark fingers thrusting in and out of Sigrid's tight sheath, drawing out her release until every last shudder subsided.

As the tremors of her orgasm subsided, Sigrid found herself wrapped in Marcus's strong arms and she reveled in the feeling of his skin against hers. But even as her body basked in the afterglow of her release, Sigrid found herself yearning for more, her desire for Marcus now seemingly insatiable. "Oh...God...that felt so good..." she whispered breathlessly as she felt his fingers continue their delicate manipulation.

Marcus teased her clit gently, eliciting moans from her that rose higher and higher in pitch. Sigrid's legs quivered beneath his ministrations, her toes curling as pleasure coursed through her veins as she started on the path towards another climactic release.

Marcus's thrusting fingers never faltered, his dark digits moving in time with the motions of her hips as he drove her higher and higher. Sigrid's body trembled beneath his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the familiar coil of orgasmic pleasure begin to build again within her. With each stroke of her clit, each thrust of his fingers, the pressure inside her built until it threatened to shatter her very being, her very soul.