Her toy had served her well and the video had gone back into rotation as the images started to fade with time. But it wasn't him and did little to soothe her increasingly insatiable desire. She'd played their last encounter so many times in her mind, her thick, black toy plunging in and out of her just as he had done but black rubber wasn't the same as black flesh and although her frequent sessions dulled the edge the knife was still there. She'd even toyed with the idea of talking to her husband about some of her "fantasies", convincing him to let her introduce the toy in their sex play but quickly dismissed it. Seeing your wife happily impale herself with a 10" black dildo might raise some red flags or at the very least contribute to feelings of inadequacy. So she waited hoping against hope that next time she saw him at the gym or the next time she opened her email she'd get the request to meet him, to service him, to submit to him.
The message arrived exactly one month after their first encounter. A folded scrap of paper slipped under her windshield wiper at the gym. "Love to see you again soon. Give me a call." The note was written in precise cursive script. The type of handwriting one would expect from a successful lawyer. She climbed into the car and dialed her phone with trembling hands.
The second ring was followed by his deep, resonant voice, "Hello?". She was silent for a moment. Alone in her car, out of the noise and bustle of the gym his voice triggered a sudden flood of memories. It was the voice that had offered gentle encouragement and confident demands. The assertive voice of the man that had taken her as his own "Hello?" he asked a second time.
"Hi...ummm...it's me. I got your message."
"Oh hi baby, I was hopin' I'd hear from you soon. Don't have much time though so I'll keep this short. Have a free evening sometime soon? Love to see ya again."
Tom, her husband, was gone most of next week on business, an increasingly frequent occurrence. "Ah...sure. Yeah, how about next week? Does Thursday work?"
"I think that'll work fine. Get somethin' special to wear for me baby?"
"I already have, I hope you love it"
"I'm sure I will baby, I'm sure I will. 7:00 Thursday then. Pick you up at the mall. Park where you were last time and I'll find ya. Gotta go," with that he hung up. She slide the phone back into her purse and started the car. After a few deep, calming breathes she backed out of the parking spot and headed home.
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She got to the parking lot early and found a deserted area away from the stores, near where she parked the first time they'd met. The winter nights were short and it was already dark. She'd left the house for a "drink with work friends" dressed in slacks, a sweater, and practical shoes. Her neighbor Lindsey had agreed to watch the kids and although they were best friends she certainly couldn't leave the house dressed in the outfit she bought for him and God knew there was no way she could drive in the shoes she'd purchased to compliment the ensemble. So she'd hidden the blouse, stockings, and lingerie under sensible wool slacks and a cotton sweater and replaced the heels with practical flats. The outfit she'd actually wear had been laid out in the car ahead of time. The short, black skirt lying flat on the passenger seat, the impractical shoes resting on the floor below.
After checking that no one was near she struggled out of her slacks and carefully checked that her stockings hadn't twisted and the seams still ran straight from heel to top of thigh before shimming into the skirt. Next she carefully pulled the sweater over her head revealing a fitted, white top translucent enough to make out a lacy, white bra and the dark tint of her nipples. She removed a small make-up bag from the glove box and using the tiny visor mirror to guide her, meticulously applied a fresh coat of glossy lipstick, another stroke of mascara, and a touch more eye shadow. Sitting alone in the dark she pictured herself as she looked in the mirror at home. She'd tried the outfit and make up many times before, fine tuning the look, striving to look her best for him--she'd even practiced walking in the shoes. The first three buttons of her blouse were undone exposing cleavage made full and high by the underwire bra. The skirt was black and pleated. To short to cover the top of her nylons, it barely concealed the delicate white panties that matched the bra. The stockings were white and thigh high. In her mind the contrast of his dark body spreading her white clad legs only added to the excitement. She stood atop a pair of black patent leather pumps, the heels spiked and tall. She hadn't completely mastered walking in them but she doubted walking would play much of a part in tonight's activities. The small enameled charm he insisted she wear dangled from a delicate, gold chain adorning her right ankle. Her polished toe nails, painted the same deep, sinful red of her fingernails, glimmered under the sheer nylon of her hose. The manicure had been followed by bikini wax leaving her smooth and sensitive, a small triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair centered above. A delicate, velvety arrow leading him to pleasure, pointing the way to mutual satisfaction. She knew she looked like a hooker but she suspected that was exactly what he wanted her to look like and to be honest she enjoyed it. The thought of being out in public dressed like this gave her a thrill. Stopping for gas or stepping into a convenience store knowing men were watching her, knowing she was turning them on would be a rush. Maybe bend over and flash a little panty or lean on the counter giving the clerk a nice view of her breasts. She realized that the woman sitting in the car dressed like a slut fantasying about arousing strangers was her anti-self, her doppelgänger but then the man she was waiting for, well, he was her anti-husband: black, sexually demanding, and powerful.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the bright lights of an approaching car. She watched it approach in the rear view mirror, trying to make out his SUV. Her heart race as she recognized his Escalade and briefly relived the last time she'd accepted his offer of a ride. It pulled next to her, shielding the car from the bright mall lights that now silhouetted it's dark form. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself before opening the door and stepping out into the space between her warm car and the polished, black mass parked a few yards away. She stood slightly unsteady on spindly heels, her nipples hard in the cool night air, and took a step forward. The passenger window of the SUV was rolled down and she could see him leaning across the console, dimly lit by the dash lights .
"Mmmm mmmm, you looking fine baby! See you did like I asked. Gonna have a fun time tonight!" She continued forward and started to reach for the front door handle. "Hop in back baby," he said nodding towards the rear door, "I got a little surprise for ya. Think you'll like it." Doing as she was told she stepped to the rear door and gave the handle a tug. The dome light blazed on as door pulled open revealing her surprise; two young black men smiling down at her. She stumbled back a step almost falling in her haste.
