Wifes First Black Man

Lisa glanced at the clock on her office wall - 5:15 PM. The meeting was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago, and she was already feeling the irritation bubble up in her chest. She tapped her pen against her desk, her foot bouncing beneath it. Why do these attorneys always think their time is more valuable than mine? Just as she was about to pick up the phone to call the receptionist, there was a soft knock on her door.

"Come in," she said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

The door opened, and in walked James Carter, the new attorney from the firm the hospital used. Lisa had heard his name in passing but hadn't met him until now. He was... striking. Tall, with broad shoulders that filled out his tailored suit perfectly, his black skin so smooth it seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. His dark eyes locked onto hers.

"Lisa?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth, like melted chocolate. "I'm James Carter. I apologize for being late. Traffic was a nightmare."

Late. Of course. But despite herself, Lisa found her irritation dissipating. There was something about the way he carried himself--confident but not arrogant--that put her at ease. She stood, extending her hand. "Lisa. And it's fine. Let's just get started."

He shook her hand firmly, his grip warm and solid, lingering just a second longer than necessary. A shiver ran down her spine, and she quickly pulled her hand back, gesturing toward the chair across from her desk. "Please, have a seat."

The meeting went smoothly, though longer than Lisa anticipated. James was thorough, asking questions and taking notes with a precision that impressed her. By the time they wrapped up, it was almost 7 PM, and the sun had long since set. As they both stood, James looked genuinely apologetic.

"I'm really sorry this took so long," he said, running a hand through his short cropped hair. "Let me make it up to you. Dinner? The firm's treat."

Lisa hesitated. Dinner? With him? She glanced down at her hands, suddenly aware of how empty they felt. Her husband, Bob, was working tonight, as usual. He would never know if she came home late. Still, she wavered. "I don't know..."

James smiled, and it was disarming.they walked out into the cold "Come on. I'll drive. I've got my car warmed up already. Let me take you somewhere nice. It's on the expense."

Something in his tone made her stomach flutter. When was the last time I went out to dinner with another man other than Bob? Too long, she realized. And James... well, he wasn't hard to look at. "Alright," she said finally, closing her coat.

The cold air hit her like a slap as they stepped outside, and Lisa immediately regretted not wearing tights under her dress the wind had blown her skirt up giving James more of a show then she liked. James acted like he didn't see anything, never saying a word but a slight flash of her black lace panties gave him a thrill.

"I'm parked right over here," he said, pointing to a sleek black sedan idling by the curb. He opened the passenger door for her, and she slid inside, the warmth of the heated seats enveloping her instantly.

As they drove, James kept the conversation light, asking about her work at the hospital and sharing anecdotes from his own career. Lisa found herself laughing more than she had in months. By the time they arrived at the restaurant--a cozy, dimly lit little place tucked into a quiet corner of the city--she was completely at ease.

They were seated at a small table in the back, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across James's face. He ordered a bottle of red wine without asking, and when their glasses were filled, he raised his in a toast.

"To new connections," he said, his gaze locking onto hers.

Lisa clinked her glass against his, the wine warming her throat as she took a sip. This is nice, she thought. Too nice.

Another bottle of wine later, Lisa was feeling decidedly looser. The conversation had turned flirtatious, though neither of them acknowledged it outright. James was leaning closer now, his elbow resting on the table, his fingers brushing against hers as he gestured while speaking. Every touch sent a jolt through her, and she couldn't help but notice how good he smelled--clean, masculine, and faintly spicy.

When the waiter brought the bill, James waved it away, he turned to her, his expression serious. "One more drink? To cap off the night?"

Lisa hesitated. She knew she shouldn't. But the wine had dulled her inhibitions, and the thought of going home to an empty house was suddenly unbearable. "Just one," she said, her voice softer than she intended.

James ordered two dirty martinis, and when they arrived, Lisa sipped hers slowly, savoring the bite of alcohol. She could feel James watching her, his eyes dark and intent. Her body language shifted, her posture softening, her legs crossing and uncrossing under the table. She caught his glance flickering downward, and for the first time, she thought about her fantasy of being with a black man, wondering if what they say about them is true.

What am I thinking? she chastised herself mentally. But the thought wouldn't leave her head. James was handsome--undeniably so. And the way he looked at her... it made her feel desired in a way she hadn't in years. A dangerous thrill shot through her, and she quickly took another sip of her drink to distract herself.

By the time they left the restaurant, the snow was falling lightly, dusting the sidewalks in white. James offered her his arm as they walked to the car, she was a little unsteady so she took it, her heart racing, the parking lot was almost empty now the walk to the car was cold and quiet. Once inside, the world outside seemed to fade away. James turned to her, his hand resting on the console between them.

"Lisa," he said softly, his voice low and husky.

She turned to face him, her breath catching in her throat. Oh God. Before she could say anything, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and utterly intoxicating. Alarm bells rang in her head, but the wine was drowning them out. Instead, she found herself kissing him back, her hands moving too his shoulders.

James broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to her neck, nipping gently at her skin. Lisa gasped, her hands on his head. His hand moved from her waist to her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric of her blouse. She moaned softly, her body tingling with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"James..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn't stop. His hand slowly went down her body and slipped between her legs, gentle rubbing her pussy through her panties. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she gripped his wrist tightly, but she didn't push him away. Instead, her legs parted slightly, allowing him better access.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, as his fingers teased her through the damp fabric. When he finally slipped a finger inside her, she let out a muffled cry, her nails digging into his shoulder. He put another finger inside her. He head screaming This was wrong--so wrong--but it felt too good to stop. James could sense she was about to cum he withdrew his hand from between her legs, Lisa letting out a slight moan. James kissed her and unbuttoned her blouse, lowered her bra below her breast taking her nipple in his mouth, the sensation was too much for her, her hips moving involuntarily. She was ready.

James unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and Lisa's eyes widened at the size of him. He guided her hand to it, and she wrapped her fingers around him the color contrast between his dark skin and her white hand was mesmerizing,her pulse increasing at the heat and hardness of him. Without needing to be told, she leaned down, her mouth closing around the tip.

He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as she took him deeper. The taste of him was unfamiliar but not unpleasant, and she found herself wanting to please him. But as he grew harder in her mouth she could taste his pre cum she panicked. This has gone too far. She pulled away, her chest heaving.

James reached for her, his eyes blazing with need. "Lisa," he murmured, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, her dress riding up dangerously high as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Wait," she gasped, but her body betrayed her, grinding against him instinctively. James pulled her panties to the side he entered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her in ways she had never felt. Lisa cried out, her head falling back as he filled her completely. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her.

Her orgasm built quickly, her body trembling as James whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, Lisa," he urged, and she obeyed, her climax hitting her with such force that she nearly screamed.

Moments later, James followed, holding her tightly, he came inside her as deep as he could with a groan. They stayed like that for a few seconds, they're breathing heavy and ragged, Lisa climbed off him she went back to the passenger seat looking over at James while she fixed her panties and adjusting her skirt.

Still looking at him as he straightened up his clothing, her mind reeling. What had she done? "Just take me to my car please," she said, James clears his throat "of course," it was a quiet ride back, Lisa looking out of the window, James started to apologize "it's ok" she quickly said "Nothing happened that I didn't want to happen."

James felt better, they got back to her car she smiled and said "Good night" James nodded saying "Good night Lisa." Lisa's car was cold, sitting there letting it warm up her mind was still racing, as the seat warmed she could feel a little soreness coming on from James but she thanked god Bob wasn't home tonight. She put the car in drive and headed home.