Dianna was appropriately attired in a garter belt, stockings, high heels and a shelf bra that gave her big breasts some support while leaving her nipples exposed when she answered the doorbell to welcome her paramour. She was no longer concerned about what the neighbors might think if they saw her. She was unconcerned that someone might tell her husband. She had been candid with him from the beginning. She knew that her lingerie accentuated her wide hips, auburn pubic hair, soft, gently rounded tummy, and full although not so firm, alabaster breasts. In recent months she had learned to become unashamed of her maternal figure as well as her sexuality.
The man whom Dianna greeted was tall, broad shouldered and muscular. Dwayne was also a decade younger than herself. Even more outrageous, Dwayne had the dark skin, full features and tightly curled, black hair that was typical of his African ancestry. She accepted the proffered bouquet of Pink Orchids as she stepped out onto the porch to give him a prolonged, passionate kiss. Dianna reveled in the knowledge that the mothers who were waiting with their children at the bus stop were watching. She took a moment to wave to her own, young daughters before ushering her paramour into the house.
Dianna didn't waste much time with small talk before ushering her paramour off to her boudoir. The subtle changes in decorations, from the prolific pillows to the pink bedspread attested to the new reality that the master bedroom had subtly morphed during recent months. It had become her space. However; the photos of her two daughters and husband on her nightstand was a reminder that she remained a very married woman. The framed photo of an ultrasound image was a reminder of her third child, the son who had been prematurely stillborn.
Dwayne eagerly cooperated as Dianna undressed him. It was as if she was unwrapping a present. The sight and feel of his rippling muscles evoked her arousal in a way that her husband's less robust, somewhat flabby body never could. However; it was the sight of Dwayne's big, black cock and the mahogany scrotum that sagged under the weight of his sperm laden testicles that truly provoked her lust. Dwayne's cock was not only longer than Charles' penis, it was much thicker. Dwayne was also uncut rather than circumcised like her husband. She'd come to adore his foreskin.
Dianna urged Dwayne to sit on the bed. He didn't resist. He eagerly parted his knees so she could kneel between his powerfully muscled thighs. A modern feminist might have chastised Dianna for assuming such a subservient position. However; it was by far the most comfortable position for performing fellatio that she had yet discovered. While feminists might be outraged by her eagerness to pleasure a man orally, she found it empowering, intoxicating and arousing. She could dictate if and when her paramour could cum, and where.
Dianna savored the thickness and heft of the big, black cock that so eagerly swelled to its full, eight-and-a-half inch glory. She'd actually yielded to the temptation to retrieve a Taylor's tape from her sewing basket to measure his girth as well as length that first, fateful time that she invited Dwayne into her boudoir rather than meet him in his hotel room. Dianna had been unwilling to resist the temptation to measure her husband later that evening. Charles had obviously been humiliated by the realization that his slender, five-and-a-half inch member simply couldn't measure up to her paramour. However; he hadn't protested. He'd also been exceptionally attentive to her pleasure as he made love to her.
Although Dianna was eager to perform fellatio on Dwayne, she didn't ignore his scrotum that sagged under the weight of his testicles. As she took his right testicle into her mouth, she appraised and assessed it. Both of Charles' testicles combined wouldn't equal one of Dwayne's. Dianna released Dwayne's right testicle so she could take the left testicle in her mouth. She found herself becoming aroused by the thought if all the African sperm that permeated that lone testicle. Dianna's cheeks bulged as she took both of Dwayne's testicles in her mouth. She yielded to the temptation to bite down just a bit, then a bit harder when Dwayne began to squirm. She was literally holding his testicles between her teeth. She could easily castrate him simply by biting down hard to crush them and rip his scrotum! The feminists who argued that performing fellatio was demeaning rather than empowering were idiots!
As Dianna took Dwayne's penis into her mouth, the glimmer from the ten stones in her diamond anniversary band on her left finger only accentuated her sense of empowerment. She was doing this in spite, or maybe because of the fact, that she remained a married woman. Dianna lifted her right hand to hold the ebony shaft so that she could admire the diamond of her engagement ring that she now wore on her right, ring finger to symbolize her emancipation. Admiring her diamonds emphasized the reality that unlike her husband, she could hold her paramour with both hands while she was fellating him.
Dianna was compelled to release her grip with her right hand as she took Dwayne deeper into her mouth. As she felt the glans entering her throat, she released her grip with her left hand. She took him deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose was nuzzling his pubic hair. She yielded to the temptation to bite down until the sensation of her teeth so near the root of his penis caused him to squirm. She reveled in reminding him that she could emasculate him just as easily as she could castrate him! With her power asserted, she relaxed her jaw so she was giving him pleasure rather than inflicting pain.
Dwayne was blessed with exceptional stamina and self restraint. However; it had been nearly three weeks since his last visit. Dianna was also becoming far more adept at fellatio. She vacillated as it became obvious that Dwayne's orgasm was eminent. The burning, yearning in her vagina attested to how desperately she needed him inside her. However; the throbbing of his penis in her mouth combined with his obviously desperate efforts to restrain himself attested to his desperation to be inside her. The thought of denying him what he wanted most was irresistible. She continued to suck on his big, black cock until she felt him ejaculating down her throat.
Dianna continued to suck on Dwayne's softening penis until she was rewarded by the sensation of his erection reviving in her mouth. She eagerly climbed up on the bed as he reclined with his head on Charles' pillow. She moved up to straddle his hips. As she guided his purple glans between her labia, her attention was drawn to her CycleBeads on her nightstand. The marker ring on the second, white bead was a reminder that she had entered the fertile phase of her cycle. Although some vestige of fidelity attempted to assert itself, she rejected the idea of sending him off to the bathroom to urinate and wash himself. The knowledge that the thick film of semen that clung to his shaft and the semen that remained inside his penis was teeming with live sperm should have provoked caution rather than such intense arousal.
In spite of its girth and the weeks since their most recent rendezvous, Dwayne's penis entered her easily. Dianna remained a very married woman. Her almost dormant, sexual relationship with her husband had been rekindled during the months since she'd begun trysting with her paramour. Her revelation that Dwayne was coming to visit her today had inflamed Charles' lust last night. The revelation of their vacation plans had provoked a comically desperate quickie this morning.
Dianna eagerly rode Dwayne's penis to bring herself to her first orgasm. She then encouraged him to roll her over so he was on top. She didn't mind being in a passive position. The stereotypical missionary position was comfortable and intimate. She preferred to have her big, strong, paramour do all the work anyway.
Dianna savored the pleasure as Dwayne expertly employed his big, black cock to bring her to orgasm again, again and again. Eventually; it became obvious that his own orgasm was becoming eminent. Dianna glanced at her nightstand to draw Dwayne's attention to her CycleBeads. She'd explained the significance of her beads to him almost months ago. It had been the first time that she'd found the courage to see him when her CycleBeads were warning her that she was in the fertile phase of her cycle. He reluctantly nodded to confirm his understanding.
Dianna wasn't certain if it was the third or the fourth spurt of semen that was surging from Dwayne's penis as it emerged from between her labia. She knew damn well that it wasn't even the second spurt much less the first. However; she didn't chastise him for his recklessness. She never had. She just laid there passively, savoring the sensation as well as the reckless thrill as he ejaculated the remainder of his semen into her swollen, distended labia. She didn't even protest when he plunged his still swollen penis back into her vagina to bring her to yet another, exhilarating orgasm.
After a time, Dianna arose to go to the kitchen where she began cooking a light brunch. Dianna didn't feel subjugated by cooking. Her somewhat zaftig figure attested to the fact that she enjoyed eating. She also enjoyed cooking. She had always enjoyed cooking for her husband. She enjoyed cooking for the new man in her life as well. The knowledge that her cooking as well as watching her cook, even when she wasn't nearly nude, would evoke a man's lust for her made cooking for them even more enjoyable.
Dianna's expectation that her cooking would evoke Dwayne's lust for her was not unrequited. She started out by eagerly laying under him to savor his thrusting until he had brought her to orgasm. However; she eventually found herself on top again.
Dianna vacillated as Dwayne's orgasm became obviously imminent. She glanced at her CycleBeads. The marker ring on the second white bead admonished her that she should be careful. She rationalized that the marker ring was only on the second, white bead. A quick glance at the photos on her nightstand admonished her that she was a married woman with a husband and two daughters. She reminded herself that Dwayne had already ejaculated twice this morning. How much sperm could remain in his big, black testicles? Her gaze was drawn to the photo of the ultrasound image. The reminder that she gotten pregnant even though Charles had always been careful in recent years and that she had been insisting that they abstain unless her CycleBeads assured her that she was safe chastised her for being reckless enough to be with Dwayne during the middle of her cycle. Her gaze was drawn back to her CycleBeads. The marker ring was only on the second white bead.
Dianna's gaze was drawn to the photograph of the ultrasound of the third child that should have been but wasn't. The reminder of her lost child evoked primal instincts that transcended lust. She shifted her gaze to the photograph of her husband. She said a silent prayer for God to forgive her as she impaled herself on Dwayne's big, black cock. She shouted, "fuck me! Fuck me with your big, black cock, Cum in me! Give me your sperm! God forgive me, give me your baby!"
