Charisse Walker's pussy was soaking wet and her nipples were hard. Her body was aching for sex.
Charisse had been fucking Joseph for six months now and it had been the most torrid sexual experience of her life, an all-consuming, lust-filled relationship that kept her in a constant state of intense sexual excitement.
A strikingly-beautiful black professional woman in her mid-40s, Charisse had been the object of lust from men since she was a teenager. But, despite countless offers over the years, she had never cheated on her husband and she had never fucked a white man. But all of that ended during one afternoon with Joseph, an afternoon that had brought her into an entirely new world, a world of unbridled animalistic lust and sex.
Joseph had approached her out of the blue at a local bar and she had made a spontaneous decision to give him her phone number. It didn't surprise her that she had finally cheated on her husband. He was an arrogant, egotistical man who had treated her with disrespect from the day they were married. But what did surprise her was that her adultery happened with a white man, something she never thought she would even consider as a possibility.
Her close relationship with Joseph and the incredible sex had changed her life. It was extraordinary. She had always been a very sexual woman but now sex consumed her every thought and every breath. Charisse woke up every morning thinking about Joseph and sex and she went to bed each night with those same thoughts. When she was not with him, she was fantasizing about him, constantly thinking about him eating her pussy, kissing her, touching her, fucking her. She had visions of his sweet dick and how she craved the feeling of it pulsating in her mouth and throat.
Getting dressed to meet Joseph for a late lunch and an afternoon fuck session, Charisse looked into the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. She was wearing a white skirt, very tight and much, much too short. Her deep red, low-cut top showed an ample amount of her massive breasts. She knew she was a beautiful woman and she knew this outfit would draw a lot of unwanted attention. But she didn't care. Her only concern was what Joseph would see and whether he would like it. She knew he would. Joseph loved the way she dressed, especially when she wore her very provocative "fuck me" outfits.
About a week after she had fucked Joseph for the first time, Charisse went on a shopping spree. She withdrew $2,000 from her savings and spent it all on clothes and all the accessories. She spent $1,000 at Victoria's Secret on panties, bras and lingerie. The clothes she bought were brighter in color and much sexier and revealing than anything she had ever worn before. Joseph treated her like a queen and she wanted to dress just for him. Wearing these clothes made her feel hot and sexy and ready to fuck.
But Charisse had more than her usual motivation for wanting to look good on this day. Through her urging, Joseph had invited his friend Yolanda to eat lunch with them. It would be Charisse's first meeting with Yolanda, someone she had heard a lot about. Yolanda was Joseph's first black conquest and he had told Charisse the entire story, starting with his initial seduction of Yolanda and continuing with tales of the many sexual encounters they had experienced since. Charisse had been fascinated by every detail of Joseph's story.
Joseph told her about his lifetime of lust for black women, a lust that was never realized because of his shyness and his lack of nerve. He finally got up the courage to approach Yolanda, a co-worker he spotted at an all-employee meeting. Joseph had been mesmerized from the first moment he saw Yolanda, one of those extraordinary black women with wide hips, big tits and a massive ass.
Charisse was transfixed with Joseph's description of his experiences with Yolanda. It was obvious that he was more than crazy about her and at first she was a little envious. But that faded quickly because she realized that what she had with Joseph was so extraordinary that she would never do anything to fuck it up. She made up her mind that any petty jealousies would never enter the picture.
"I'm as happy as I've ever been," she thought. "And I owe it all to Joseph."
Charisse thought about their most recent rendezvous one week ago. Joseph always surprised her with his lovemaking and this time was no exception. He concentrated exclusively on eating and sucking her pussy. It wasn't just the normal few seconds before it was time to fuck. No, he had spent a solid hour on it. He would leave his tongue inside for several minutes and then would dart it in and out. Finally, he would suck and suck for what seemed like an eternity. Charisse was so exhausted from coming that she almost didn't have the energy to fuck when the time came.
She adored Joseph. He was a great looking man and he treated her like a queen. He had confessed to her early on that he adored and lusted after black women and she was just glad to be the recipient of that adoration and lust. Joseph fascinated her and she enjoyed talking to him. She had her doubts at first but she soon came to realize that his love of black women was genuine.
Driving to the restaurant, Charisse was so wet and horny that she had to struggle to keep her concentration. She was nervous about meeting Yolanda but she just couldn't wait to get the lunch over with and get that man into bed. Her fantasies were running rampant and getting fucked by Joseph was the only way to deal with them.
When she arrived she scanned the room to try to locate Joseph. But her eyes immediately stopped, focusing on a woman sitting alone in a far corner. It was an extraordinary sight and this had to be Yolanda. Even Joseph's glowing description of Yolanda's beauty did not do her justice. As she got closer and closer to the table, she realized that this was a woman with very rare beauty.
Yolanda rose to greet her and Charisse was immediately taken aback by what this woman was wearing. While Charisse had been nervous that her outfit was too provocative, her outfit was very conservative compared to what Yolanda was wearing. Incredibly, Yolanda had on a black mesh, almost see-though top with spaghetti straps around her shoulders. She had on no bra and her massive tits and nipples were protruding wildly from the sheer fabric.
Yolanda also had on denim shorts that were cut very high, exposing her big thighs and wide hips. Her half-heel sandals highlighted her thick, muscular legs.
"You must be Charisse," Yolanda said. "Joseph has told me a lot about you."
"He's told me a lot about you too."
"Well, have a seat girl and let's get acquainted."
Joseph arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later and stood in the doorway. He had been very hesitant about allowing these two fantastic women to meet. He feared that any deviation from the norm might upset the two independent yet glorious worlds he shared with them. But Charisse insisted and Yolanda seemed very excited about the suggestion. In the end, he was too intrigued with the notion of seeing them both together to let the opportunity pass.
Joseph looked at Yolanda and Charisse from across the room.
"This must be a dream," he thought. "They are beyond belief, so beautiful, so sexy."
His pulse quickened, his breathing got heavier and his dick was as hard as a rock. He never failed to have this reaction when he spotted an awesome black beauty. And these two women were more than awesome.
Both were accomplished professionals. Charisse had a doctorate in Mathematics and was a professor at a local black college. Yolanda had risen to a senior management position in a large life and health insurance company. These were two very intelligent, high-spirited, sensual, extremely sexual women and they were both his. He still couldn't believe his good fortune.
As he walked up to them, he noticed that they were engaged in conversation. When Charisse saw him she stopped her conversation, stood up, and hugged him tightly.
"Hey Joseph. Great to see you."
He kissed on her the cheek and then greeted Yolanda with another hug and kiss. Joseph was on cloud nine and smiling from ear to ear. He didn't need a drink. The scent of these two magnificent women alone was more than intoxicating.