The first four chapters of this story which should be read to fully follow the plot deal with an interracial couple; a white husband and a black wife. They marry while she is a virgin. She, though black, has never had sex with a black man and when her husband's interest in sex diminishes, her white girlfriends keep extolling the pleasures of having sex with black men, not realizing that she has never had such an experience herself.
After her husband tells her that he is looking for another male to sexually satisfy her, she becomes interested in a black fellow-worker who unbeknownst to her, also has the hots for her and takes her against her will without her knowing who he is. The sexual experience though traumatic, was fantastic. When she later finds out who he is she forgives him for what he did since she wanted him anyway.
Her husband in his quest to find a man for her, finds that he is attracted to big cocks. He loses a bet with a co-worker and has to suck his cock as his penalty for losing. He loves it and develops a relationship with the same man.
Chapter 5
After Sheilah returned to her room, she spent the rest of the night masturbating, imagining James' big cock plundering her depths driving her into wave after wave of continuous orgasms similar to the ones that she had previously experienced.
As a result she awoke late for her morning session and when she arrived in the meeting room, discussions were in full swing. To get a quick up date, she sat next to James, who appeared focused and attentive and whispered into his ear,
"What did I miss?"
"A night of intensive fucking," he whispered back.
In spite of herself, she felt her pussy contract and a glob of wetness soak through the crotch of her panties.
"I'm talking about the meeting," she whispered again.
Feigning misunderstanding, James said,
"Oh, they were just getting into discussions on our next steps and new developments."
Sheilah glared at him and said,
"You knew what I meant all along, you're just trying to be funny."
James chuckled and they turned their attention to the business of the meeting.
When the session broke for lunch,they sat together discussing with many others the business that had been presented and the new developments that lay ahead.
Sheilah sat next to James and quite often his thigh rubbed against hers. Every time that it did, she heard his voice telling her about the "night of intensive fucking" that she had missed, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the ebb and flow of her colleagues' discussions.
This mental dislocation continued after the session resumed and throughout the entire afternoon her mind wandered about this "intense fucking" that James had alluded to. By the time that the conference adjourned for the day, her panties were sopping wet and as she walked to the elevator to return to her room she could feel the wetness seeping down the insides of her thighs.
Sheilah had never been so aroused in her life. As soon as she entered her room, she dragged off her clothes and stepped into the shower to cool the liquid flames that kissed between her legs and to wash away the evidence of her arousal.
Later that evening she received a call from one of her female colleagues asking if she would like to join a group of them for dinner. She readily accepted.
When she entered the hotel restaurant she saw about eight of her fellow conference attendees at a table and they waved her over. She was dressed in a red and black striped figure fitting jersey dress that clung to her shapely buxom figure. It accentuated her hips ass and bosom and the men's heads turned to watch her as she walked to the table.
Sitting next to the lady who extended the invitation, was James and she couldn't stop a pang of jealousy from making a fleeting appearance in her breast.
She sat across from him at the table but had little idea what they talked about or even what they ate as she found herself wondering about the relationship between he and her friend and what his hands might be doing when they went under the table.
Small jokes between James and her lady friend as they sat and ate, ramped up her jealousy particularly because she couldn't hear what they were laughing privately at and even though she talked to herself telling herself that James was not her man and didn't belong to her, she couldn't help the maelstrom of emotions that roiled inside of her.
By the time that dinner had ended followed by several drinks, Sheilah was an emotional wreck. She was mad at herself because of her reaction to James sitting with her female colleague but couldn't deny the fact that she craved that "intense fucking" to which James had previously alluded.
After dinner was over, several members decided to go to the hotel lounge to listen to some jazz and have a night cap. Sheilah passed on the invitation and returned to her room where she called her husband Jack.
After the usual felicitations, Jack asked her if she had seen James and how he was doing. Sheilah groaned softly to herself thinking that no matter what she did, it didn't seem as if she could keep James off her mind.
After she hung the phone up from talking to her husband, she poured herself a glass of Harvey's from the mini bar, stripped naked and lay across the bed, sipping the Sherry, gently playing with her clit and thinking about James.
Twenty minutes later the phone jangled and crashed into her reverie. She picked the phone up and said,
"Hello."
She heard James' voice at the other end of the line and he said,
"I hope that I didn't disturb you? Are you asleep?"
"No," she responded, "I was just lying here decompressing after the day. What are you doing?"
"I'm in my room," James answered, "I was just lying here thinking about you."
"I thought that you were with the others listening to jazz downstairs." Sheilah said.
"No, I'm not in the mood for that tonight." James responded.
Sheilah couldn't help smiling to herself realizing that he was not with her colleague and evidently didn't want to be.
"The door is unlocked on my side, why don't you come over and keep me company?" James asked.
Sheilah caught her breath as she realized the import of the invitation.
"I don't have any clothes on," she replied "and I don't feel like getting dressed again this evening."
James then uttered the fateful words,
"You don't have to get dressed, come as you are!"
Sheilah looked at herself lying naked on the bed and smiled thinking,
"Maybe I ought to go just like this. I should go just like I am and shock the shit out of him."
"You don't even know what I am wearing," Sheilah responded, "I might have my hair tied up, my face with a mud pack and an old pair of pyjamas on!"
"I couldn't care less, "James said, "I'd prefer to be with you like that than spend the rest of the evening talking shop with a bunch of crazy people!"
Sheilah laughed and a wicked thought crossed her mind. Perhaps she should open her side of the door and invite James over while she lay naked on the bed.
"Wait a minute," she said and walked to the interconnecting door and unlocked it. She then walked back to the bed, lay on her back spread her legs apart, picked the phone and continued,
"I'll tell you what, why don't you come over and see if you still want to be in my company for the rest of the evening after you see how I'm dressed."
And with that she hung the phone up. A few minutes later, she heard the door creak and James walked in. She looked at him and to her surprise, he was stark naked with a huge hard-on rising from between his thighs! Her pussy spasmed and a rivulet of moisture leaked from her throbbing cavern, sliding down through her butt cheeks to dampen the sheet below.
