The Seduction Of Hannah Ch 00 Prologue

I put my coffee cup down as Hannah bounced down the hall towards me dressed for the gym. Her blonde hair swung in a pony tail. I could tell by her outfit that it was 'leg' day. My wife always wears a pair of tight, yoga, booty shorts on leg day. She explained to me once that she needs to see the targeted muscles flex to insure proper form. Mm-hmm. Hannah stands 5'3" tall. As she gave me a morning hug, I looked over her shoulder and checked out the cute bubble of her butt. Her decision to wear a black thong underneath her white shorts did not go unnoticed. She completed her outfit with a light pink, backless halter sports bra and white trainers on her feet. All very form fitting. Then again, everything Hannah wears to the gym is always form fitting. I gave up trying to influence her workout wardrobe around the same time I stopped going to the gym with her. I'd never get anything accomplished. I'd spend too much time watching guys checking out her ass. Leg days were the worst; squats, kickbacks, side lunges. She works hard on her ass, and it shows. It's amazing how many guys would coincidentally be in-between sets when my wife would do hip thrusts. I suppose I should be flattered. Hannah played field hockey in school and still weighs the same 124 pounds she did back then. The sports bra snuggly held her firm b-cup breasts and showed off her tone abdomen. From experience, I know that at some point during her workout, her nipples will make an appearance through that bra, distracting even the most dedicated fitness enthusiast. Her outfit was going to get the attention of the men (and some women) at the gym today. I don't necessarily need to be around to watch it happen, but I must admit, the idea does get me horny.

After she left, I decided that if I was going to make the most of my day, the first order of business would be to masturbate. We hadn't been connecting lately and I was overdue for a release. Retiring to our bedroom, I planned to watch some porn and jerk off. Sometimes, I'd incorporate a pair of Hannah's panties when I do. Today was one of those times. I opened the top drawer to her nightstand, where she kept her sexiest pairs. As I dug through her assortment of small-sized panties, my hand met with something solid underneath. Pushing the panties aside, I saw a dildo. A very realistic-looking dildo. It was big, thick, and it was black. It had a suction cup on the bottom of it. I muttered to myself, "What the fuck?"

A flood of questions ran through my head around our sex life and the desires that Hannah may harbor. I raced through a mix of emotions and wanted answers. I completely forgot about jerking off. I was too wound up and didn't want to release my growing anger in that way.

I paced the living room floor until she came through the front door. I didn't even give her a chance to put her gym bag down when I held up the dildo and confronted her. "You bought this?"

She was obviously surprised, processing the sudden change in her reality. I gave her no time to respond. "Yeah, I found this in your drawer."

She shot back, "Wha..you went through my drawers?"

Shit, I thought to myself, as I tried to make something up on the fly. "I was looking for a phone charger."

She wasn't buying it. "In my panty drawer? Right!"

"It doesn't matter. Why do you have it?"

She frustratingly tossed her gym bag on the bench near the front door and defended herself. "Why do you think?"

I plopped down on the couch, dropped the dildo next to me and lowered my voice, "I don't understand. What's wrong with our sex life?"

Hannah sighed, walked over, sat next to me and responded more calmly, "Nothing is wrong with our sex life."

I looked up at her. "Then, what made you buy it?"

Hannah sort-of looked down and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I just did."

I pressed her. "You had to have a reason."

She sighed, "Curiosity, I guess."

"What are you curious about?"

Hannah looked at me, hesitated, then turned away. She shook her head and responded, "Um...I don't know. I guess the idea of being, like, overwhelmed?"

I was a little incredulous. "I don't overwhelm you?"

She was sympathetic. "Oh, honey."

"I'm not big enough for you?"

She clasped my hand as it rested on my leg. "Baby, no. Of course you are. You're the biggest guy...I've ever...you know, been with."

I defended myself. "I'm like six inches Hannah, which is above average."

"I know you are. I'm the one that measured you, remember? You're almost six inches and like five inches around."

I corrected her. "Five and a half."

"Yes, five a half. Honey, that's big."

"Hannah, I don't understand."

She took a breath and tried to explain. "Do you remember when we first had sex? I told you I was afraid you were too big?"

"I remember."

"Well, you were. I couldn't take all of you at first."

"So now what? You need something more?"

She placed her hands on my cheeks. "Honey, you are all I need."

She continued, "Before I was able to adjusted to your size...like in the beginning? I was a little scared, but also excited, you know? Not knowing if I could handle all of you. But then, wow, the way you filled me up. That feeling."

"I don't give you that feeling anymore?"

"Honey, I love how you feel inside me."

Hannah recognized that my anger had subsided a bit. "I shouldn't have said 'overwhelmed.' That's not what I meant. I was talking about that feeling of being worried, but also feeling really excited at the same time, ya know? Like right before, and then thinking to myself; Is it too big? More then I can handle? I'm not sure I'm explaining it right."

I conceded her point. "Maybe the feeling of being a little overwhelmed?"

"Maybe. I don't know what the right word is. Baby, I'm sorry, you DO overwhelm me."

My ego was bruised but I grasped what she was saying. "I think I get it. Does that dildo give you that feeling?"

"Maybe, I don't know. I haven't tried it."

"You haven't tried it?

"No."

"Why haven't you?"

She just shrugged her shoulders.

I was curious as to why she hesitated to use it, but I let it go. I needed to regain some dominance. "How big is it?"

She looked down sheepishly. "Um...nine inches, I guess"

"You guess?"

She looked up, a little embarrassed. "It's nine inches."

"And how thick is it?"

"I don't know. Obviously, it's pretty thick."

"It's bigger and thicker than I am."

She averted her eyes and admitted the obvious, "Mm-hmm, it is."

My pride caused me to raise my voice slightly. "It's black Hannah. You bought a black dildo."

She explained, "Well, um, yeah, it's dark. That's really all they had."

Knowing that couldn't be true, I sarcastically questioned her. "Really? They only sold BLACK dildos?"

Hannah tried to clarify herself. "Well, no, but all the big ones they had were black." She shook her head as she stuttered and corrected herself. "I..I mean dark...darker...all the big ones were darker."

"When did you buy it Hannah?"

"It was before Kelly's bachelorette party. Margot and I wanted to buy some raunchy stuff for the party so we went to a sex shop."

"Margot, of course. That tracks."

She got defensive. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh...don't pretend Hannah. You know exactly what it means."

She picked up on my reference to Margot's preference for black guys and tried to dismiss my point. "Oh, stop!"

I came right out with it, "Is that what you want Hannah? Black cock?"

She wasn't having any of it. "What? No!"

My anger raised a bit. "Are you sure? 'cause it sure seems like it."

Hannah's anger returned as she stood up. "Are you serious right now? How many times have I dressed up for you? And worn wigs? You just love that long red wig." She started counting with her fingers, "Let's see...I've been your secretary, ah, and your student, oh, and an escort! Do you want to get a hooker for real? huh?"

I could only get a word in edgewise. "No."

"And that stupid maid outfit! I guess you want to have sex with Maria then? I'll ask her." She pretended to text with her thumbs. "Hi Maria, could you make sure to dust the blinds when you come on Thursday? Oh, also, could you fuck my husband reverse cowgirl? Ok, thanks."

I fought back a smile at her last comment as I stood up and spread my arms apart. "Ok, we were roleplaying."

She shot back, "How is this different?"

I didn't have a clever response.

She brought the temperature of the conversation down as she continued. "It isn't any different honey. I dress up and roleplay for you because it excites you. And we have incredible sex when I do, don't we?"

"Yes."

She moved in closer and took my hands in hers. "Listen, forget about the stupid dildo. How about we have some fun tonight?" She continued, "I could dress up for you. Hmm? What do you think?"

I was resigned as I mumbled, "I think you listen to Margot too much."

She ignored my comment. "I could wear the long red wig..."

I had other ideas. "hmmm."

She inquired, "What?"

"Maybe, pigtails instead?"

She smiled. "Ah..and a plaid skirt?"

I smiled. Hannah kissed me as she agreed, "Ok, baby."

We got on with the rest of the afternoon. Still though, I had questions. I understood her curiosity regarding size, but she was with Margot when she bought it. The color of that dildo was no accident. I could only imagine how Margot sold Hannah on the idea of buying it. What ideas had she been planting in Hannah's head?

We shared a bottle of wine with dinner. Afterwards, we relaxed on the patio under the stars, opening a second bottle and splitting a cannabis-infused gummy. Hannah kissed me and said she was going to get changed. We only roleplay every few months, so I was really looking forward to tonight's encounter.

After about thirty minutes, I walked into our bedroom. It was lit up exclusively by scented candles. I sat on the bed and called out to her, "Hannah."

She appeared from the walk-in closet. Two blonde pigtails arched down the sides of her head. Hannah was wearing a long-sleeved, white blouse. It was unbuttoned at the top, exposing her cleavage, and knotted below her breasts, displaying her tight abdomen. She had on a very short, dark blue, plaid skirt, that barely reached her thighs, and thin, white knee high socks in a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. Her lipstick was cheery-red.

I stood up and assumed my role. "Hello Hannah."

She responded in kind, as she shyly walked towards me with her head tilted down and her hands clasped behind her back. She used her most innocent voice, "Um, Professor...can I talk to you about my grade?"

I used my most scholarly voice. "hmm...yes, your grade, I see. What about it?"

"Well, I was wondering how I could get it, you know, up?"

"Hmm...What did you have in mind Hannah?"

She pleaded, "I just can't fail your class!" She looked down and shuffled her feet. "Like, maybe I could do some...extra credit or something?"

"Hmm...well Hannah, I don't normally allow extra credit."

She approached and looked up at me with her doe eyes wide. "Please Professor? I'm really good at doing extra credit."

"You are?"

She slid closer and innocently nodded. "Mm-hmm."

Looking down at my throbbing dick, bulging against the pair of joggers I was wearing, she lightly bit down on her finger. "Oh my! Professor!"

Hannah went down to her knees. She ran her hand up the length of my shaft and pulled my joggers down from the waist as my dick rose in front of her face. She looked up at me and innocently asked, "Extra credit?"

I nodded my head. "Extra credit Hannah."

Ok, so we weren't exactly putting on an Academy Award performance but it worked.

Hannah took my dick in her mouth and sucked it.

I wanted our encounter to last so I pulled free from her mouth and told her to stand up.

I knelt down in front of my young student and dipped my head under her short skirt. Her white cotton panties had little pink hearts on them. I slipped my thumbs inside the waistband and slowly pulled them down. Her panties briefly got hung-up in the folds of her tight pussy. I continued to pull down from the sides as they plucked out of her labia's loose grip. Hannah rested a hand on my shoulder while stepping out of her panties one leg at a time. I left her platform shoes on.

I laid down on the carpeted floor. She stepped forward and placed her feet on either side of my head and stood over me. I was looking directly up her petite skirt at her beautiful smooth pussy as she straddled over me.

Looking down at me, she continued our scene. "Do you think I could get an A+ in your class Professor?"

"Oh Hannah, I think you can. If you work really hard."

My little coed lowered herself down. "I'm going to work really, really hard for you Professor." As her knees reached the floor, she planted her pussy right on my mouth.

Hannah gripped my hair and began to grind her pussy over my face as I rested my hands on her toned thighs and tasted her. She reached back and grabbed my hard dick. "I'm ready to take my oral exam Professor." Spinning around, she straddled me on all fours. I stared up at her firm ass and cute pussy as she lowered her head and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked me until I came. Hannah released my dick from her mouth and drooled my cum back down onto me. As I laid in the afterglow of my orgasm, Hannah retrieved a towel for me. I cleaned myself up as she went into the closet to change into something comfortable to sleep in. I did the same and got into bed. After brushing her teeth, Hannah crawled into bed with me. Her hair was down and her lips were natural. She wanted to snuggle.

She laid in my arm as I kissed the top of her head. "That was great honey."

She responded with a low moan.

I felt a little selfish though. "Don't you wanna cum?"

Hannah rubbed my chest. "Uh-uh, I wanted tonight to be all about you baby."

After our earlier argument, I didn't want to leave her sexually frustrated. "Are you sure?"

She turned and looked up at me. "Yes, honey." She slid her hand down and patted my soft dick. "Besides, I don't think you're going to be ready again for a while."

She was right about that. I wasn't going to be hard again anytime soon. Most likely not until the next morning. I was in a predicament. I knew from experience that leaving her unsatisfied was not the best idea.

I rolled Hannah onto her back. Her head was propped up by pillows. Pulling her loose t-shirt up, I worked my way down, kissing each breast and sucking on her soft nipples. Proceeding down her body, I reaching her panties and pulled them off. Spreading her legs apart, I licked her pussy. Hannah was quiet. We both knew she had never orgasmed this way. That wasn't my goal. I was just hoping that I could get her wet and possibly get myself hard enough to fuck her. I continued licking her until realizing neither was going to happen.

Hannah was sympathetic as she brushed my hair with her hand. "It's ok baby."

I dropped my head and sighed in frustration, "It's not ok."

I lifted my head and looked up at my beautiful wife. She deserved better.

I crawled up into her arms and she hugged me. As I laid there, I made a decision.

Reaching over, I opened the drawer to her nightstand. My hand found the object responsible for our earlier argument. I gripped it and brought it into view.

Hannah remained silent and bit her lower lip as her eyes innocently widened and locked on to the object in my hand. She followed it with her eyes as I brought it closer.

Hannah lifted her eyes towards me. "Baby, are you sure?"

I reassured her, "Yes. It's just roleplay honey."

I wanted her naked. "Take off your shirt." She didn't hesitate. Hannah pulled her t-shirt off and laid back down, trying not to look too eager.

I ran the dildo up her left thigh, over her abdomen, and across her suddenly, very hard nipples as her eyes tracked its movement. I paused the head of the black cock just below her chin. I waited for her to look up at me and then told her, "Kiss it."

She swallowed some saliva before leaning forward. Hannah maintained eye contact with me as she closed in on it and pressed her lips against the black mushroom head. It was erotic.

As I pressed the black cock against her skin and ran it back down her body, she never took her eyes off of it.

Hannah unconsciously spread her legs apart as I moved it lower. Her breasts moved in sync as her chest heaved with each breath.

I ran my finger over her labia. It was slick and swollen. Her pussy had already secreted fluid and swelled in anticipation. Far different from when I was licking it a few minutes ago.

I placed the head of the dildo against the lips of her pussy. She inhaled a slight gasp on contact. I tilted the dildo vertically and slid the entire length along her labia. She watched in silence, except for the sound of her labored breathing. I turned the dildo and ran the other side of it back down. I was using her arousal fluid to lubricate it. Confident that her body was producing more as I did.

As I slowly rubbed the dildo up and down her pussy, Hannah's breathing got quicker and louder as her excitement built. I had never seen her quite like this. I wanted to hear her thoughts. "You like that honey?" She innocently nodded her head a couple of times.

I needed more from her. "Do you want this black cock, baby?"

She nodded apologetically without taking her eyes off it. A hint of guilt in her answer, "Mm-hmm."

I ran the underside of the shaft up along her pussy until she could see the entire nine inches of thick black cock sticking up between her legs and implored her, "Say it."

With the full realization of its magnitude before her, she helplessly whispered. "I want it."

Hearing Hannah express her desire was like a drug. I gripped the shaft and crawled up along side her. Pressing it against her, I slowly and gently nuzzled the bulbous tip against her vulnerable nub. Stimulated by the affectionate attention, her clitoris swelled in response.

Kneeling beside her, I positioned my head next to hers, so we weren't looking directly at each other. Her engorged button allowed me to rub the oversized head a little firmer against it. "Is this what you want?"

Through labored breath, her response was quick, but meek, "Yes"

Hannah's clitoris stiffened and engaged the much bigger, black, mushroom-headed bully that was now vigorously grinding against her. She was up to the task.

The wine and cannabis had lowered our inhibitions. Hannah began to thrust her pelvis, as reinforcement, to the duel her clit was waging against her oversized black partner, head-on. I encouraged her aggressive reaction. "That's it, baby!"

It was all too much. Hannah's response to this black cock had me heated. Together, we were breathing heavily, I leaned back enough to look at her. She turned and faced me. She stared into my eyes before looking down and seeing that my dick was rock hard. I had never recovered this fast. Never...ever. The implication was obvious. She looked at me, pleading, "Babyeeee."

I continued the assault on her clit with the fat, black head, insisting she tell me what I needed to hear. "I love you Hannah. It's ok, tell me what you want"

Hannah stared into my approving eyes. She curled her arm around my neck and strongly pulled me in close. Hannah pressed her mouth against my ear as she hyperventilated and breathed into it.

Clasped in her tight grip, I reassured her, "You can tell me." I breathed back, "What do you WANT Hannah?

Panting loudly, she admitted to a desire she could no longer deny. Hannah whimpered into my ear, "I want a big black cock."

My hard dick pulsed at the sound of my wife confessing her secret.

Fucking her wasn't an option right now though. She wanted something a lot bigger, and darker.

I had to give her what she wanted.