Stacy's Pandemic Changes

Hi Everyone,

Sorry for taking so long with this chapter. I know it's frustrating, but I appreciate your patience.

This chapter starts immediately after the end of chapter 4, so it might be helpful to read that.

This is an interracial cheating wife story. If either or both of those things are an issue for you, you should probably read no further.

Special thank you to Todger for editing this chapter (and all my stories)!

I welcome your comments and feedback (and hopefully high votes).

Hope you enjoy!

DP

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Upon seeing Mr. Jackson, her new boss, at the door, Stacy momentarily panicked. "Mr. Jackson, I, I uh, I can explain. We, I, we were..."

Mr. Jackson stepped into the apartment and folded his arms across his chest. His Black frame somehow seeming larger to Stacy in Darrell's apartment than in the office. He cocked his head back slightly and said, "Can you now? Well, go ahead. Explain. I'm all ears."

Stacy opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. What plausible explanation could she offer? She was standing in her co-worker's apartment with only her blouse on, with two buttons holding it together, and they were both supposed to be teleworking. How was she going to explain anything?

Mr. Jackson's smile and soft chuckle brought Stacy's stammering attempt at an excuse to a halt. He held up a finger to silence her, which actually gave her a reprieve from trying to find words, and then he spoke in a soft, almost comforting voice, "Hush now, Stacy. I must say, this is an unusual discovery to make on company time."

His eyes scanned Stacy's barely clothed body as he said, "I had heard reports about you using company time for other things on your recent trip, but I wasn't sure if they were true. You and I hadn't had any, uh, experience working together before."

Stacy was now questioning whether this was a random visit. She couldn't help but believe he knew what was going on. But she could not read his intentions. Him showing up like this implied he was going to put an end to things which might mean firing her and Darrell. But his tone of voice and roaming eyes seemed to say he was not going to do any such thing and might actually want to be part of the fun.

Just then, Darrell stepped into the room. He was wearing shorts and t-shirt. Had Stacy not been there, his clothing would have given no hint of anything sexual going on. He walked over and bumped fists with Mr. Jackson and then said, "See, I wasn't shitting you."

Mr. Jackson turned his head to face Darrell and said simply, "No, you were not."

Stacy could not believe her ears. It was Darrell that had shared stories about her? She assumed, if anyone, it was Dray. Was it both of them? Bizarrely, rather than be upset, it excited her to think of the men discussing her skills.

Stacy felt the redness in her face return as the men spoke about her like this, particularly with her standing right there.

Darrell held her phone out to her and said, "Call Roadhead. Tell him you're going to be late."

Mr. Jackson chuckled at the nickname but didn't ask for any explanation. Even that had been discussed. He gave Stacy an expectant stare.

Reaching for the phone, the 'new' Stacy took over. Her hands were shaking from excitement. She held a finger to her lips to make sure the men stayed silent and then she employed the naughty phone skills she had learned at Dray's place. She put the phone on speaker and waited for Tim to answer. After he did, Stacy said in a bit of a pouty voice, "Sorry, honey, I'm going to be late. My new boss called a meeting."

"On a Friday afternoon at the end of the day?"

Mr. Jackson smiled and nodded as he looked at Darrell.

Stacy could tell another element of her 'story' was being validated with that look. She felt emboldened. "I know, honey. But what can I do? I need to get to know him and make a good impression."

Tim replied, "I know. I guess you are right. The timing just sucks."

She continued with Tim, "Things are different now. I have to be flexible as I get to know my new boss."

Tim let out a heavy sigh as he bought her argument, "Yea, you are right. I hope you won't be too late."

"We'll see. I only know there's a meeting. I don't know how long. I may text you later. I have to go now though. Bye, Tim."

"Bye, Stacy."

Stacy clicked the end call button then put a hand on her hip and cocked her head as if to say, "Well?"

Mr. Jackson nodded appreciatively, then said, "You good at talking to the white boi, but I'm not one of them. So, what else you got?"

Stacy smiled at her new boss. Rather being mortified about him catching her at Darrell's or his attitude, she welcomed it. And who was she to argue anyway after she called her naïve husband for their collective entertainment.

She said, "Well, I'm still learning. In fact, I just started learning on my trip." She paused a moment to make eye contact with Darrell. Then she looked back at Mr. Jackson with a smile and said, "But it seems you already knew that."

Mr. Jackson nodded with a silent confidence, then, in a stern but playful tone, asked, "That trip was on company time just like we are now. What did you learn while you were travelling on company time?"

Stacy suddenly became aware of her own heavy breathing. It was impossible to deny her arousal. Her nipples were almost pulsing with excitement. She knew where this was going but couldn't help but enjoy the tease. She bit her lip and looked up at him bashfully, "I'm not sure if what I learned is fitting for company policy."

Mr. Jackson smiled at the little game she was playing. He went along with it, "Sounds interesting. But you have a new boss now. I'll decide what's fitting for company policy."

Stacy smiled and said, "That's good to know."

Darrell, who had been a spectator to this little game, took the opportunity to speak up, "Stacy was a very eager student. She put her heart and soul into the education my Uncle Dray, James, and I gave her."

Mr. Jackson nodded with a knowing look.

Darrell then turned to Stacy, "Stacy, maybe you should show our new boss what we worked on."

She smiled at Darrell, then turned to Mr. Jackson, "I probably should. It was on company time, and I am still on the clock today." Then she reached and took Mr. Jackson's hand and started going to the living room. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, "But first we need to go to where Darrell and I start our afternoons teleworking."

Stacy led him to the couch, but before he could take a seat, she held up her own finger and said, "Just a second." She paused and took a deep breath to strengthen her resolve. She could not believe she was about to do this. This was not Dray or Darrell or James. And she was no longer on that life-changing trip.

She had rationalized or compartmentalized things as a means of wrapping her head around her new behavior. What she did on the trip was then. She likened it to the saying, "What goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Yet, over the course of this past week she had spent every afternoon having sex with Darrell, essentially a continuation of that trip. She likened that to an affair. But now, Mr. Jackson entering things was a whole new ballgame.

If she continued what she was about to do, he was going to be her fourth extramarital lover. Her fourth Black man. All four occurring over the last few weeks. Not to mention the fact that she was now voluntarily flushing her birth control on a daily basis. If there was a moment to turn back, this was it. Or had she already passed the point of no return?

Following that split second when she raised that finger and rapidly cycled through those thoughts, Stacy slowly reached up to undo the top-most button of her blouse. She slowly glanced from Mr. Jackson to Darrell and back as she slowly worked the two buttons. Once they were freed, she lowered her hands and the natural shape of her body forced the blouse to open, revealing the inner swells of her breasts down to her belly button.

Stacy let the men take in the sight as her heart pounded in her chest, then she gently shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and felt it slide down her backside before pooling at her ankles. She was now completely naked in front of the two Black men.

Their mutual intake of breath at her exposing herself was magical for Stacy. She had heard it on the trip, witnessed it in the eyes of the men at the airport, and now here in this room. She felt empowered as the rush of sexual tension washed over her body.

Stacy went to her knees and began undo her boss' slacks. She was not turning back. She giggled to herself about another phrase, maybe not as widely used, but seemingly true nonetheless, "Once you go Black, you don't go back."

Stacy was focused on two things at the moment. Keeping her hands steady as she undid Mr. Jackson's belt and then unzipped his pants, and making sure the saliva that was rapidly pooling in her mouth did not drool out over her lips.

When she pulled his pants and underwear down, and his nice thick Black column of flesh appeared, Stacy could not help but take in a gasp of air. His shaft was meaty, hard, and had a prominent vein running along the underside. It emanated power. She licked her lips and then turned her eyes up to her new boss. She smiled and said, "Nice."

Mr. Jackson smiled, nodded, then sat down. As he did, he looked at Stacy and said, "You're still on the clock. Get to work."

Stacy giggled at the game they were playing, but obeyed his instruction. She planted a wet kiss on that sensitive spot right under his cockhead and gave it a little tickle with her tongue. Then she rose up higher on her knees and sucked the head between her lips. The saliva that had been pooling up and which she had been somewhat frantically swallowing, now slipped out from her lips and began its slow journey down his hard shaft to his balls.

The wetness created a perfect condition for an occasional slurping sound to escape her mouth when the vacuum seal of her lips slipped over that thick vein running up his shaft. It was a sound everyone in the room enjoyed.

Stacy focused at first on acclimating her mouth to this new Black cock, and adjusting the position on her knees or the angle of her head to maximize their mutual pleasure. When she found the right spot, she then turned her eyes up to meet her new boss' gaze. She was pleased to see him blink with almost surprise as she stared up at him with the look of submissive obedience while sucking him off.

Mr. Jackson was, in fact, surprised. He had heard about Stacy from his long-time friend Dray and sought more details from Darrell, but he felt some of what he heard was exaggerated or embellished stories. But there was no mistaking the fact that she was looking up at him like the world's sexiest porn star and the gleam in her eyes was anything but innocent.

Still, he needed to play the game. He looked down at her, "Damn, girl. That mouth knows its way around a cock, huh?"

Stacy pulled back slowly and moved a lock of hair behind her ear as smiled up at him, her lips still in contact with his wet shaft as she spoke, "Yes, but I'm still learning.", and then she sucked the head back in, her eyes never leaving his.

"Still learning? Aren't you married? Or do you mean learning your way around nigga dick?"

Stacy giggled and pulled back again, "Well, I guess you could say both." She gave the head another suck before releasing it, "Roadhead doesn't let me suck his. And I never had a Black cock until my trip."

Mr. Jackson chuckled at her statement about Roadhead, "What the fuck are you talking about? He don't let you suck his dick?" He was in disbelief.

Stacy shook her head no without releasing his cock.

Mr. Jackson shook his own head and said, "Something wrong with that white boi."

Stacy giggled and nodded, then pushed forward to take nearly all his cock into her mouth and throat.

The "Oh fuck!" she heard from her new boss was a sound of triumph. At that moment, she decided there would be time for talk later. She needed to suck the nut from his balls now.

Stacy began to give him an intense blowjob, taking him deeply on each down stroke and then voraciously sucking as she pulled back, her hands taking turns massaging his balls and stroking his wet shaft.

All the while, Mr. Jackson was watching her, seemingly mesmerized by the look in her eyes. He watched her eyelids flutter and fight to stay open each time his cock reached the back of her throat.

Those factors combined to prime Mr. Jackson for his release. He didn't feel any need to hold back or delay things. In fact, he was quite eager to pump his load into the mouth of the pretty, young, married, white bitch who was providing him such wonderful oral pleasure. He simply eased back into the couch and placed a hand on Stacy's head.

She knew the sign. His nut was close. She leaned in and began to suck even more hungrily, leaving no doubt she wanted what he was preparing to provide.

And then his cock erupted. Thick ropes of his seed were suddenly spewing onto her tongue and off the roof of her mouth. Stacy swallowed again and again to make room for more.

When she had him drained, she gave the head one more tantalizing suck and then a little tickle with her tongue, before sitting back on her haunches. She smiled up at her new boss, wondering what his reaction would be. She needn't have worried.

Mr. Jackson waited until his own breathing was under control before he spoke, "Damn, girl, that was something else. Niggas weren't kidding about you."

Stacy gave an embarrassed smile, but before she could say anything, Darrell's newly hard cock was poking at her cheek. She smiled up at him and opened her mouth to take him in. It wasn't long before his load was joining Mr. Jackson's in her belly.

Stacy's body remained buzzing with energy and excitement. Like her initial infidelity and first experience with Black cock on her trip, today's events served to solidify things in her mind. What her body and mind desired could no longer be explained as a simple fling or a moment of weakness or subject to circumstance. This was who she was.

She smiled at both men and offered a simple and obvious truth, "That was fun."

Both Black men chuckled before Mr. Jackson spoke, "Yes it was. Seems that trip was a learning experience for you, huh?"

Stacy felt the lazy smile on her face as her eyes shifted to Mr. Jackson's now semi-hard cock, "That trip was most definitely a learning experience. Still, I think I have many more days of learning ahead of me."

Both Black men nodded in agreement with her willing statement.

She put her left hand on Mr. Jackson's cock which was already beginning to swell again. As she did, he reached down and lightly tapped her wedding ring, saying, "That's a nice sight, right there. Love seeing a good white girl learning her place."

Stacy turned red and smiled. She didn't say anything. There was nothing she could say that wasn't already being communicated by her hand on his cock or their nut in her belly.

Mr. Jackson read her reaction and pushed things a little further, "But blowjobs don't seal the deal. They don't show the real violation of those special wedding vows, do they?" He punctuated his statement with a gentle twist of her ring. He continued, "What do you think shows that, Stacy? How am I gonna know you got more than just a fine mouth?"

Stacy's already heavy breathing increased. Her heart was pounding. She knew what he was referring to, and she wanted it too. She used her hands on his knees to push herself up, then said, "I have an idea."

She slid herself up his torso, dragging her tits across his cock and belly before she fully rose up so she was straddling him. She reached for her pussy with her left hand, keeping her wedding ring visible, and spread her wet pussy lips. She looked into his eyes and said, "Would sliding this Black cock inside me count?"

That mischievous grin was back on Mr. Jackson's face. He was enjoying the game, "That depends."

Stacy was confused and offered a pouting, "Depends on what?"

Mr. Jackson responded, "We gonna go skin to skin or you gonna try to get me wrap it up?"

Stacy giggled in response. She was fooled by his little ruse. She once again locked eyes with Mr. Jackson as she offered her answer, "I learned that lesson too. Niggas ride bare, only Roadhead gets wrapped."

Her newest Black lover laughed at her mockery of her husband and then nodded his head, "Then, line me up, baby. Show me where it belongs."

Stacy was panting. Her nipples throbbing with arousal. Her hand was almost shaking as she grabbed his cock and gently pulled him towards her soaked pussy lips. The contact of the head with her opening had her trembling on the edge of orgasm.

Mr. Jackson noticed, "Don't hold back now, Stacy. Ride that nigga dick bareback like a good white bitch."

His crude words and attitude were what Stacy wanted, and in fact, what she needed. She smiled at him, eased the head inside her, the slowly slid down the shaft until her pussy had him engulfed. When she had him fully, she breathed out a satisfied, "Fuck yes."

Stacy let her pussy adjust to this new cock, and then leaned forward to rest her hands on Mr. Jackson's shoulders for balance and leverage. Once comfortable, she began to ride him. Working the pussy muscles she had started to use on her trip, Stacy began to show her new boss exactly what she had learned. Soon enough, she was nearly bouncing on his shaft.

Even as she approached another orgasm, she realized she was focused on him. She felt almost an unspoken need to make this special for him. To make it memorable. As if needing to prove or validate whatever he had heard about her. She looked him in the eyes, her own hooded with desire, and said, "I'm...close...I want you...to nut inside...me...With me...please...."

Mr. Jackson grabbed her hips to slow her bounce, then he said, "You sure, girl?" He patted her flat belly and continued, "I nut inside this pussy and this tight belly of yours might swell up with a little nigga baby. Be sure now, Stacy, cause once I start nutting, I ain't pulling out." He had no idea about what she was doing with her birth control, he was just emphasizing they were fucking without protection.

Stacy was wild now. He had spoken the words and thoughts her mind had been toying with over the last couple weeks. The first of the men to actually verbalize the possibility, though none of them knew of what she had been doing with her BC pills. Hearing him voice it tore down the last bit of resistance she had, "I don't...want you...to...pull out...I'm already....at risk...anyway..." She didn't even realize she said the last part.

Mr. Jackson heard it though. It was made all the more meaningful with her ragged breathing. It pushed him over the edge. He grabbed her hips to hold her in place and then began to fuck his cock up into her pussy as his seed ejaculated into her pussy.

Stacy joined him in orgasm. The physical sensation his cock provided was enough, but the mental image of her unprotected egg being fertilized with his seed made her nearly scream out in joy.

When she knew he was finished, she slowed her pace slightly, milking his balls of their contents, intent on pulling each drop into her womb. Then, smiling at him, Stacy slowly slid off him and to her knees. She held his gaze as she moved, and watched his face turn to surprise as she took the shaft, still wet with their combined juices, into her mouth. She sucked him clean.

After cleaning his cock with her mouth, Stacy excused herself to go clean herself up in the bathroom. She was still unaware of what she had said about being at risk of pregnancy.

Returning to the room, Stacy found Mr. Jackson fastening his belt and preparing to leave. She was still completely naked and her nipples were still engorged, reflecting the lust that was still coursing through her body. Her chest and neck still had its red mottled appearance. That redness began to spread again as she watched Mr. Jackson's eyes scan her naked form.