Note: This story also contains strong interracial themes. So if you don't enjoy reading about white women and black men...then this might not be the story for you. Please do not bother sending me hateful emails, I don't waste my time reading them, so don't waste yours writing them. On the other hand, if you wish to communicate your enjoyment of the story or offer insightful and constructive criticism, then I always enjoy corresponding with readers and try to answer those that take the time to write such feedback.
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Tammy was six months pregnant with her second child. Her son was almost two now. But she had a horrible secret: her marriage was in shambles. Her husband Tom had always struggled with depression; it was hereditary actually. The past year and a half had been particularly bad. Since he lost his job following the birth of their son, he had fallen into an almost paralysing episode. Tammy had returned to work as a waitress, but she could not even trust Tom to watch their son. One evening while she worked the night shift, their son had fallen down the stairs because his father was self-medicating with beers and pot.
In the end, they had decided that what they needed was a fresh start. They had packed up the station wagon with what belongings they could and drove half way across the country. The trip had been nice; almost a vacation. For that week, Tammy felt almost as if Tom was back. It was during this time that she conceived this baby. She was breastfeeding their toddler so she could not take the pill. In complete honesty, sex had become a rare occurrence as a result of Tom's waning libido due to his depression. That was hard for Tammy, who was a highly sexual person. So when Tom had literally jumped her bones one night in the spectacular tree house hostel where they were staying in Georgia on this adventure, she did not give much thought to finding the contraceptive sponges among their suitcases. After all, what would just this once hurt?
So here she was six months later with a swelling tummy. Tom had found a job so she was once again the stay-at-home mom that she had always wanted to be. Although still often moody and definitely drinking way too much in an attempt to self-medicate the depression, at least Tom was no longer completely paralyzed by the depression. But something had happened inside of her. She had lost all respect for the man she married and their love was fading. How could it not after a year and a half of him not working, not even shaving or bathing for days at a time, almost no sex and especially the accident that could have cost their son his life?
Yet without a job, with a toddler and another baby on the way, Tammy felt trapped. She did not see how she could manage to support her growing family and for someone that wanted nothing more than to be a stay-at-home mom, she felt it best to simply compromise. So it was that six months later, they had found a peaceful if not necessarily happy existence. Tammy had a decent apartment; their son had a full-time mom that doted on him. Of course, Tom had his life as well. After working all day long as the manager of the apartment complex where they lived, he would often spend the evening drinking with his friends and work colleagues.
It was one of those colleagues that presented a threat to their marriage and Tammy's sanity. Kyle was the contractor, whose company was responsible for cleaning, painting and getting the units ready for new tenants. He would often spend at least two and sometimes more nights each week just hanging out with Tom at their apartment; drinking of course.
Kyle was also every dark fantasy that Tammy had ever had. He was a very dark skinned black man, who was tall and had the most amazing body she had ever seen. She knew his body was so amazing because he had the habit of working without a shirt. Of course, that was understandable given the heat and humidity of a southern Texas summer. But it did nothing for Tammy's growing frustration levels.
She knew that part of her horniness was a result of her pregnancy. During this time, her hormone levels always increased her already high sex drive. When she was pregnant with their son, she had often attacked Tom first thing each morning, when he came home from work and before bed. Sometimes she had even woken up during the night and jumped his sleeping cock.
With this pregnancy though, she found that his repeated excuses were deflating her ego and making her doubt her appeal as a woman. After all just how many headaches could a guy have each week, even considering the hangovers he must have from all the drinking? How tired could he be from sitting on his ass in an air conditioned office? If she had energy for sex after running after a wild two-year old little boy and carrying an extra twenty pounds around all day, why couldn't he?
Tammy was a bit shocked when Kyle showed up at the apartment a little after one in the afternoon on a particularly hot July day. Her son had just gone down for his nap and she was wearing only an overly large t-shirt and her panties. She partially hid behind the door as she asked what he wanted.
'Isn't Tom here? He was supposed to meet me here with the keys for the apartment next door,' he replied.
Tammy knew that unit had been vacant for a while; it had so badly been destroyed by the previous tenants. So she was a bit shocked that it was being made ready when there were so many other vacancies ready to go. She could not hide her natural curiosity, 'I didn't know anyone was moving in there.'
His dark face broke into a wide smile revealing straight teeth that gleamed even whiter against his skin. 'Hi, neighbour,' he replied offering his large hand to her.
Tammy wanted to run at the prospect of this man being so close, but being raised to be a good hostess she stepped back and opened the door a bit. 'I'm sure he will be here soon. Come on in; it's too hot to wait out there.'
Excusing herself, she turned towards the bedroom. 'You're welcome to get a beer from the fridge. You know where it is,' she honestly did not mean it to sound so resentful. 'I'll be back. I just need to change.'
His deep laughter filled the small living room as he replied, 'Don't change for me. You look damn good to these tired eyes. You always do.' Lifting the beer can from the fridge that he now stood next to, he added 'Besides the cool ones he always offers, you the reason I keep coming back.'
Tammy had scurried to the bedroom at those words. Her heart was bounding in her chest. Being six months pregnant and with a husband who had lost all interest in her, she had begun to believe that all men saw her fertile body as unattractive. The idea that this man, who had featured so prominently in her masturbation fantasies for months, was creating a different kind of heat and wetness between her creamy thighs.
Perhaps it was these thoughts instead of the heat which caused her to pick the filmy white cotton sundress. Although it fell below her knees, the thin material hung like a second skin to her full breasts. It was almost possible to even see the map of large blue veins that crisscrossed the soft flesh. It also clung to the round swelling of her tummy. For a man with a pregnancy fetish, this dress was perfection. Below her swollen belly it swished and moved loosely around her tanned legs. Of course, the light brown hair of her bush was hinted at through the gauzy material. In many ways this particular dress was more revealing than the long t-shirt and panties had been.
She checked on her son before going back to the living room where he waited. Kyle. Her darkest fantasy. His words would definitely be added to her next fantasy when she moved her fingers slowly over her clitoris; bringing herself to orgasm, probably the moment he left if her son was still asleep.
She looked at him leaning back against the large cushions on the futon couch. She noted with curiosity that he had closed the curtains on the large bay window.
Noting her eyes upon the curtains, Kyle explained. 'Thought it might cool things down a bit in here.'
But the way his dark eyes travelled along her ripe body was doing nothing to cool her down that was for certain. But she simply nodded. Noting his beer can on the floor, she sought a diversion. 'You need another beer?'
'Honey, beer ain't what I need...with you lookin' like that,' he replied smoothly.
Tammy blushed at his words; adding them to her memory for those fantasies. She slowly crossed the room and sat at the other end of the couch. Her eyes carefully avoided his. 'What time did Tom say he would meet you here?' she asked.
Pretending to look at his watch, Kyle wondered at the delay. 'He should have been here fifteen minutes ago. I'm sure he is just running behind though. There are a lot of people moving in this weekend.' He shifted on the couch when he noticed her eyes on his jean encased legs. He even used his hand to adjust his half hard cock inside them, noting her shocked expression just as she looked away.
Tammy bit her lower lip as her mind was filled with images of what those jeans might conceal. She had never been with a black man, but had always been curious especially about the whole size thing. Was it true? From the brief glance she had caught as he adjusted himself, it just might be. But she was a married woman; even if not a happily married one. She had to get her mind off of such things; at least as long as he was here anyway. Once he was gone she could enjoy the fantasy: completely.
