DISCLAIMER: This story involves big black cock and a cheating white wife. Yes, those are stereotypes, and if you don't like them, don't read this. No I don't believe that black men all have huge cocks, nor do I believe that women can actually take a cock as big as the one in the story. It's erotic fantasy. I write it because I find it hot, not because I believe in any of it (it's so exaggerated it's absurd). So if you don't want to read a story about monster black cock showing a white housewife what "real" sex is like, then don't read this one.
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It was only a few months ago that Michelle would have described herself as a devoted wife and mother. Now that life seems eons ago, and Michelle would never go back to it if she could avoid it. Her life changed when she met Jamal. She had been out for a walk when Jamal spotted her from across the street and ran over to her.
"Hey beautiful," he said, rubbing his hands together. Michelle just walked past him with barely a glance in his direction. Black men in particular had always seemed so disrespectful to her. Respect was one of the major reasons she loved her husband and father of her two little boys. Jamal quickly caught up with her and started talking. "No disrespect intended with what I said. You just look like a woman that might be up for a business opportunity with me."
"I don't go into business with people I don't know," sneered Michelle.
"I'm Jamal." He offered her his hand. Not wanting to appear rude to a man so obviously trying to be polite, Michelle took it. He gripped her hand gently but firmly as he shook it.
"Is there someplace we could talk more privately?" Jamal asked.
"I've already told you that I don't do business deals with people I don't know."
"Well, here." Jamal took out a wad of cash from his pocket. "This is yours if you're willing to give me two hours." Michelle stared at the wad of cash. There must be hundreds of dollars, at minimum. "Two hours? Why should it take that long?"
"Two hours to get to know each other and for me to propose the business deal to you. If you give me that time, whether you say yes or no, this $1200 is yours."
"That's an awful lot of money for this. Sounds like a bad business right off the bat."
"Nah, I'm just confident it will be money well spent. In two hours, if you give me that time, well both be happy with being in business together."
"You sure sound confident," Michelle said, crossing her arms.
"I'm good at reading people." He smiled. It looked good on him.
"Two hours, and I get that money either way?"
"Either way."
"Where are we going to talk?" Michelle asked, eyeing the money once again.
"I'm new to the area, but my place is just around the corner. Two hours, and you'll be $1200 richer."
Michelle hesitated. While it would be overstatement to say that she liked Jamal in any way based on their limited interaction, she certainly didn't feel threatened by him in any way. The $1200 helped sway her. After all, it wouldn't hurt to listen to Jamal, and as a stay-at-home mother, Michelle didn't have anything to do until her kids and husband returned home (it was his turn to pick them up after their sports practices).
"Okay, fine."
Jamal smiled and clapped his hands together before leading her to his place. Michelle was surprised when they turned into the driveway - this was the nicest home in the area and had been for sale for the last few months. Michelle and her husband had even contemplated buying it. And to sway any lingering doubts, Jamal unlocked the door and motioned for her to enter.
Michelle had to admit that house was very nice. She walked into a foyer, and beyond that was a large living room with a 15 foot ceiling. The only problem that stuck out to Michelle was how sparse furnished the room was - only a small coffee table and a couch.
"I just moved in last night," Jamal began, "I haven't really had time to furnish it yet. Please sit down. I'll get some refreshments."
Michelle sat down on the couch, slightly pulling her skirt to make sure it didn't ride too far up, and crossed her legs. She looked around at the bare walls and saw, to her relief, several boxes peeking out from around the corner. Jamal may be a good businessman after all. And at that thought, Jamal reentered the room, glasses and alcohol in tow.
"I always celebrate potential business deals with a toast. Will you join me?" Despite being slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of having alcohol - from a stranger, no less - so early in the day, Michelle agreed. Jamal poured out two double shots of rum.
"To future business."
"To future business." They clinked glasses, and downed the rum. Jamal quickly refilled their glasses and sat down on the other end of the couch. They talked for several minutes, just simply getting to know each other, and Michelle, in no small part due to the alcohol, felt far more relaxed with Jamal now.
"Who's Chris?" Jamal asked, stopping Michelle mid-sentence.
"Just my husband," she said with a smile, taking the last of the rum in her glass as well. She was very tipsy, almost full on drunk now. Jamal sat back.
"How long have you two been married, if I can ask?"
"Let's see," Michelle said, counting on her fingers. "13 years now. Well, 13 in two months."
"13 years?" Jamal said, slightly shocked. "You don't look a day over 27." Jamal was being serious, but Michelle eyed him suspiciously. Then she laughed.
"Everyone says that, but I'm many days older than 27." She laughed at her own joke.
"How many days? Not to pry."