The Seduction Of Hannah 3

About once a month my wife Hannah (5'3" 124lbs, blonde hair below her shoulders, and green eyes) has a girls night with her friend Margot. It's basically a night at Margot's watching a chick flick. I drop her off and pick her up. Margot is single and primarily dates black guys.

It was late summer and the weather was perfect. We had the car windows down as I drove Hannah to Margot's for their girls night. After dropping her off, and before going home, I stopped at a store to get myself something to drink for the evening. It had been about 40 minutes since I dropped Hannah off when I noticed she had left her purse in the car. Dutifully, I swung back to Margot's on my way home. She lives on a two acre lot. It's very secluded and dark. A vehicle was parked in the circular driveway up near the house so I parked in the street. As I turned off the car I could see into Margot's living room through the front windows.

Hannah and Margot were sitting on the sofa. On either side of them sat two black men. One sat in the love seat nearest Margot and the other was seated in a wing chair closest to Hannah.

Hannah hadn't mentioned anyone would be joining them tonight. She probably didn't know. I suspected one of Margot's boyfriends stopped by with a friend. Or she just flat out invited them. I wouldn't put it past her. She knows I'd be pissed.

They were all chatting and drinking wine. I thought about texting Hannah to see if she was ready to come home but I knew it was too early. She'd only been there for about an hour. A bottle of wine was on the coffee table. Hannah is somewhat of a lightweight when it comes to drinking. She gets buzzed by a third glass of wine.

The scene looked pretty harmless. I couldn't blame Hannah for a situation that Margot obviously put her in. I figured I'd pick her up later, ask about her night, and she would tell me about Margot's visitors.

My wife is sweet and beautiful and even though guys are constantly hitting on her she's never given me any reason to mistrust her.

I should have left.

Instead, I quietly slipped out of my car and made my way up the edge of the property in complete darkness. Approaching the front window from the side I peered inside. Margot had the windows open and I could hear the movie playing on the television. I was shielded by tall bushes and had a direct line of site to the four of them. I felt guilty for spying on Hannah but I certainly didn't trust Margot.

I could see them all talking but couldn't hear very well. The TV drowned out their voices. Margot stood up and went to the kitchen. Great, I thought to myself, more alcohol. A moment later, the guy on the love seat got up and followed Margot. Hannah picked up the remote, aimed it at the television and it went silent. She turned to the guy sitting in the wing chair and told him: "I'll pause it until they come back." Fifteen minutes passed and they hadn't returned. I had a feeling that Margot took him back to her bedroom, leaving Hannah alone with his friend.

Hannah kept turning back, looking in the direction of the kitchen. She looked uncomfortable. It pissed me off that Margot put her in this position. I thought about knocking on the door but didn't want to embarrass her. The guy in the wing chair stood, picked up the bottle of wine, and filled his and Hannah's glass. I would guess he was at least 6'4" tall. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and sweat pants. He sat down on the sofa, to Hannah's right, where Margot had been sitting. He spoke matter-of-factly: "I don't think they'll be back for a while." Hannah dropped the remote onto the coffee table in frustration, picked up her glass and drank most of it down. I could tell she wasn't pleased. The guy filled Hannah's glass again and sat down much closer to her. I wasn't sure if she picked up on his move but I did. Hannah looked especially small sitting next to him.

"Sorry" he said, "I didn't know they were going to do this"

Hannah was resigned: "Its not your fault. Sometimes Margot is all about Margot"

He took a sip of wine and asked: "So Hannah, you married huh?"

She held up her left hand displaying her wedding ring: "That's right, Jerome"

He chuckled: "Happily?"

She looked directly at him: "Very"

Jerome nodded in acceptance: "I got you"

I smirked and whispered to myself "That's my girl." I wasn't thrilled with how close they were sitting but I was proud of Hannah for shutting down his weak effort to tempt her.

He took another sip of his wine: "Your husband is a lucky man"

Hannah emptied her glass as she accepted his flattery: "Thank you"

"Think he'd be okay, you know, you and me hanging out like this?"

Hannah chuckled: "Probably not"

Jerome was trying to get her to loosen up a bit.

He smiled: "You gonna tell him?"

She shook her head and half laughed: "Probably not"

"Ah, so Hannah keeps secrets huh?"

Hannah played with her hair and smiled: "A few"

He joked: "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine"

She smirked and rolled her eyes. They were flirting.

Hannah stood up and bounced towards the kitchen. Jerome followed her with his eyes. He was taking in the full beauty of my wife. As she walked, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her round butt was on display in tight, gray yoga pants. He spied it as she disappeared into the kitchen. I read his lips as he quietly spoke to himself: "Damn!"

Hannah returned with another bottle of wine. She filled their glasses before placing it on the coffee table. This man was relaxed and confident with his arms across the back of the sofa, legs spread. Hannah sat down, although now she was sitting Indian style, facing towards him rather then the TV. Their knees were almost touching. It made me uncomfortable.

From my vantage point, I could make out the partial outline of a substantial bulge running down along the inside of his left leg. He was making it so obvious. Hannah would occasionally glance down at it when she took a sip of wine; falsely believing her glass shielded her eyes when she did so. She was trying to be subtle but I caught her looking a few times. I worried that he may have as well.

Hannah's beauty has always given her confidence. She's open, kind, and sweet. Traits useful in manipulating men, even innocently.

Hannah placed her hand on his knee: "Be honest with me," she said, "did you know this was our movie night when you guys stopped by?"

I didn't appreciate the fact that she touched him. The alcohol had relaxed her generally guarded nature. She was acting a little too familiar towards him for my liking.

Jerome looked down at her hand resting on his knee and told her the truth: "Yeah, Margot told us about it."

Lifting his eyes back to hers: "Said her married girlfriend was coming over"

Hannah slid her hand back and nodded in appreciation of his honesty: "Mm-hmm..and you thought, what?"

"C'mon Hannah, you know"

Hannah was innocently coy: "No, I don't know Jerome, tell me"

Their flirtatious bantering made me uneasy.

He tried another way: "Alright, now you be honest. You're Margot's friend, right? You ever think about the black guys that she dates?"

I didn't like where this conversation was going. Tell him "no" Hannah.

Hannah stole a quick glance at his lap and then back to his eyes. She was cryptic in her response: "She's talked about them"

I wasn't satisfied with that answer.

Jerome wasn't either: "hmm, you didn't really answer my question. Do you THINK about them?"

Hannah rationalized her response: "Sure, when she talks about them, I guess so"

Although she was being evasive, Hannah just admitted to Jerome that she occasionally had thoughts regarding black men.

I became convinced that Jerome had noticed her checking out his bulge when he boldly spoke : "Yeah well, I heard married white women fantasize about black cock. Is that true?"

His bluntness took me by surprise. The tone of their conversation took a noticeable turn. I leaned in closer to the window. I wanted to know the answer to his question as well.

Hannah tried to not act surprised by his crude question but I could tell she was. She fumbled her words: "I'm, ah, not gonna speak for all married white women Jerome"

Earlier, Hannah established their boundaries when she touched his knee. Jerome felt comfortable enough to extend his right hand and run the back of his fingers down her cheek: "Then, speak for yourself"

She avoided responding by asking him a question of her own: "Is that what you fantasize about Jerome? Sex with a married white woman?

He was candid: "Yeah Hannah, I do. Especially if it's her FIRST black cock."

That was the second time he used the term 'black cock' to my wife. His bulge was already on display for her to notice and now he was giving her a visual to think about. Jerome had a few tools of manipulation of his own. I was getting concerned about exactly what Margot may have confided in Hannah about her black boyfriends.

Hannah visibly swallowed saliva and didn't speak. Her face was flushed. I knew Hannah had never been with a black guy, and now, I suspect Jerome did too. Why wasn't she putting an end to this conversation? A sober Hannah would have.

He softened his tone when he spoke: "It's okay to be curious Hannah." The conversation had turned from flirtatious to intimate. She bit her bottom lip but otherwise didn't respond.

He asked: "So? Are you?"

Her voice quivered quietly: "Am I what, Jerome?"

He waited a beat and then answered: "Curious"

She averted her eyes to his crotch for a split second and then back. Their conversation had caused Hannah's breathing to quicken. I could see her chest visibly inflating and contracting nervously. Her body language confirmed what he'd suspected. Jerome did know what married white women fantasized about and he was here for it.

My heart was racing too. I could feel it through my chest as I watched to see what she would do.

Jerome reached out and took hold of Hannah's wine glass. She held on momentarily before relinquishing it. He placed both of their glasses on the coffee table and turned back to her.

Hannah was now hugging her torso. Mildly hyperventilating.

He brushed Hannah's blonde hair away from her face and offered her encouragement: "I can keep a secret"

They were looking into each others eyes as Jerome extended his left hand out and reassured her: "It's okay"

Hannah closed her eyes in an attempt to maintain her composure and give herself time to think. I could see she was losing the ability to suppress her hormones. She'd been drinking. That wasn't helping. Time passed excruciatingly slow.

Her eyes remained closed. Jerome waited with his hand out. Hannah continued to deliberate until she finally, slowly slid her right arm away from around her midsection and meekly held out her hand.

Hannah WAS curious.

Jerome was gentle as he took her by the wrist. Hannah couldn't steady her breathing. I watched as this big black man took my wife's small hand and place it directly on the protrusion along his left leg. Hannah offered no resistance.

My heart was pounding as I watched them. I was upset but my dick betrayed my feelings. It was getting hard.

Jerome maintained his loose grip while her hand rested on him. Her nipples noticeably poked against her t-shirt. Hannah was aroused. He held her hand there until her fingers slowly and delicately curled around what lay beneath. Jerome released his grip but Hannah kept hold of her prize. She opened her eyes and parted her lips, needing the extra oxygen her mouth could provide. He spread his arms along the back of the sofa observing Hannah's face as she watched her own hand squeeze his cock through his sweat pants. A lustful interest in her eyes.

Hannah continued squeezing as she methodically worked her hand down the inside of his left leg. I was witnessing my wife physically surveying the size of this black man's cock. She scrunched his sweat pants tightly around it. Revealing its true magnitude.

Jerome was watching Hannah's face, captivated by the full measure of his cock, when he smugly asked her: "A little bigger than your husbands', huh?"

Hannah swallowed as she stared at what she was holding and quietly admitted: "A lot bigger"

I was crestfallen. My beautiful, sweet Hannah had just confessed to this black stranger that his cock was superior to mine.

Jerome smirked. He knew. Hannah had probably not outwardly professed any interest when they met. But over the course of the evening he witnessed her body, her words, and especially her actions reveal her carnal desire for him. She was married. She wouldn't take the initiative. Inwardly though, she was eager to succumb to an urge she had only fantasized about.

Hannah slowly ran the palm of her hand down the length of Jerome's cock until she reached the end of it. At the tip, she closed her hand around his cock and slowly worked her way back up to the base. She continued to repeat the process, applying more pressure with each pass as Jerome's cock stiffened.

Hannah had already crossed every line she shouldn't have when he gave her a directive: "Take it out"

I was hoping her curiosity was satisfied when she established his size. It wasn't.

The allure of this big black cock was dictating my wife's behavior.

With only slight hesitation, Hannah began to slowly slip her hand inside his waistband when he grabbed her wrist: "Uh uh", he said, "other hand." Jerome wanted Hannah's left hand around his black cock. In her desirous state Hannah complied. She tucked her legs underneath herself as she moved closer and sidled up next to him. Jerome lifted his hips as she pushed the waistband of his sweat pants down below his knees. Hannah had to lean over him in the process. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her face. She was slightly panting while getting her first look at it. Her face hovered directly over his naked, prone black cock as it rose up towards her, no longer confined by his sweat pants. Hannah nervously reached out with her left hand, slipped it under Jerome's cock, and held it vertical as she nestled next to him. Her wedding ring glistened as she caressed it.

Hannah was a whole lot more then just curious.

The sight of her holding his big, dark cock in her small white hand made my dick strain fully hard. Her mouth was slightly agape, possibly surprised that she couldn't get her hand completely around it. As she sat there holding it in place she offered an opinion: "It's heavy."

Hannah delicately slid her hand up and down the length of Jerome's shaft until letting go and admiring how it stood on it's own. "Wow," was all she could manage to say before she reached out continued to stroked it.

Jerome put his mouth to her ear and whispered something. I didn't need to hear Hannah's audible response. I could read her lips as she mouthed the word "yes."

He whispered again and Hannah slightly nodded and mouthed "okay".

Jerome proceeded to slip his hands around either side of Hannah, just above her waist, and pull the hem of her t-shirt up and off. As he did, Hannah willingly raised her arms. In doing so, she released his cock. Jerome's erect cock slightly swayed back and forth.

His tug on her tight shirt caught Hannah's breasts and lifted them on the way up. Once free to fall, her "B" cup breasts bounced once and firmly remained perked. Hannah was anxious to reacquire his cock and immediately reached for it as Jerome lightly cupped her breast and squeezed her hard, pink nipple between his black finger and thumb. Hannah whimpered.

Jerome leaned in and kissed his way up her neck. Hannah looked fascinated as she slid her thumb back and forth across the glistening tip of his cock while he again whispered into her ear. Her eyes gazed at his cock as she listened to him. When he was done speaking, Hannah changed to a kneeling position beside him on the sofa. Naked from the waist up, she took a hair tie from her wrist, raised her arms above her head, and put her hair in a ponytail. Hannah was in a complete state of voluntary submission.

So was I.

Hannah leaned herself against Jerome's exposed left leg. Bending at the waist, her bare abdomen contacted his thigh as she lowered her upper body between his legs. Her position caused her butt to raise up and present perfectly for Jerome to admire. Hannah's panties peeked out above the waistband of her yoga pants enough to reveal that she was wearing a pink, lace thong underneath. Jerome proceeded to examine my wife's tight, round ass with his hand as she rested her small frame on him comfortably. Slowly, she slid her left hand down his cock and gently cupped his balls as she steadied his shaft in her right. With her hair out of the way, I could see her profile as she lowered her face to the base of his cock.

Face down, she confided to him: "You smell different then my husband"

Jerome was still palming her ass when he looked down at the back of her head: "Yeah? How do I smell?"

Hannah turned and looked up into his eyes: "Nasty"

Jerome smirked and smacked her firm ass as Hannah turned back and ran her tongue up the length of his cock. She was slow and deliberate. Her head bobbed as she once again went back down to the base of his cock and licked her way up. This time flattening her tongue across the tip. Precum stuck to her tongue as she slipped it back into her mouth. She closed her eyes and momentarily savored the taste. Hannah had never treated my dick like this. She was taking her time. Jerome wasn't getting a quick blow job. She was satisfying some deep desire to experience big black cock. For his part, Jerome was relaxed as she got acquainted with it. Her head was moving gently and quietly as she tasted him. He was reclined, his eyes were closed as he rested his hand on Hannah's bare back, letting her have some alone-time with his black cock.

I took my phone out and tapped the camera icon. I framed them with the zoom feature and took their picture. Suddenly, the flash reflected off the window. Shocked, I quietly cursed myself and quickly stepped back to avoid detection and froze.

With her solitude broken, Hannah popped her head up, wiped some moisture from her lower lip and asked: "What was that?"

Jerome, still with his head back and eyes closed: "huh?"

She explained: "Something bright"

Jerome was breathing through his words: "Probably the TV. Hannah, don't stop"

She shushed him and paused to listen. Reaching her left hand out she tapped the remote, turning off the TV, while still holding his cock in her right hand as if it were her possession.

Hannah looked around the room cautiously as she absentmindedly drew circles around the slippery tip of his cock with her thumb. As she listened for anything out of the ordinary, I remained still and waited. Eventually, Hannah concluded they were still alone. Slowly, she lowered her head and resumed her intimacy with Jerome's cock.

After a while, Jerome opened his eyes and looked down to watch my beautiful wife desirably attending to his black cock. Hannah's lips were wrapped around the mushroom head when Jerome gripped her ponytail and tugged on it. Her mouth came off his cock and opened wide as her head tilted back. Hannah's eyes were glazed over and her lips glistened with saliva. Consumed with lust, she was panting in short breaths as he held her there. The movement of her firm breasts rhythmically coincided with each inhale and exhale until Jerome managed to slip the hair tie off her ponytail. Unrestrained, Hannah tossed her blonde hair wildly free before dropping back down and desperately reacquiring his cock with her mouth.

Her hair now partially blocked my view. I became mesmerized with the subtle gyrations of her head as she quietly serviced him. It was probably thirty minutes before Jerome indicated her gentle love-making had brought him to the brink of ecstasy. Breathing heavily, he commended her: "Oh fuck, good girl."