Jacob Jones was once again sitting in yet another lonely hotel room. Once again, he found himself being distracted by ruminations about his plight as he struggled to work. He had been tormented by his anxieties all summer. He could usually ignore his chronic suspicions during the day when he was busy interacting with clients and other people. However; he was tortured during the lonely evenings.
Jake reminded himself that Labor Day weekend was only a few weeks away. Jamal would be leaving a few weeks later to begin studying at the University. Janine was justifiably proud of the accomplishments of her student. Thanks to her astute observations and intervention, the young, African American man had been diagnosed before he reached adolescence. She'd encouraged his single mother to not despair. Autism was no disgrace. Even accomplished businessmen such as Elon Musk had Asperger's Syndrome. Thanks to Janine's continuing tutoring, Jamal had already mastered advanced placement Calculus and Differential Equations as well as Freshman Chemistry and Physics. The university had granted him credit for these core courses. Jake had no doubt that the young man would flourish at University.
Ironically; Jamal's autism had enabled Jacob to acquiesce to the possibility that Janine might be having an affair with the younger man. Jamal's most obvious disability was that he was socially maladroit. In spite of his formidable physique, he didn't have the interpersonal skills much less the confidence to date. The kid reminded Jake of himself back when he was only eighteen. Just as there had been no chance that Misses Jones might leave her husband to be with Jake, that was no chance that Janine might leave Janine to be with Jamal. Even if his chronic suspicions were justified, their marriage wouldn't be in jeopardy unless he confronted his wife with his suspicions.
There was another practical advantage to Jamal's autism. Misses Jones had on a few occasions teased Jake that she was willing to be his sexual tutor because she was confident that he wasn't infected with any diseases that might be passed on to her and then to her husband. Jamal was so socially maladroit that he couldn't get a date even after his heroics during the bank robbery. There was no chance that Jamal might be infected with any diseases that might be passed on to Janine and then to Jacob.
Of course Jake had been consoling himself with the forlorn hope that anything untoward that might be transpiring between his wife and the much younger, African American youth would end in autumn. During the last few months, Jake had been intentionally avoiding any investigations that might confirm his suspicions. He had resisted the temptation to return home earlier than expected to enable him to maybe catch his wife in the act. None of the scenarios that his imagination had conjured up had ended well. Jacob had reasoned that even if Janine was cheating on him, his precious honor and fragile ego would remain safe as long as no one aside from his wife and her lover actually had knowledge of her affair rather than mere suspicions. He had resolved to allow Janine's suspected adultery to run its course.
Unfortunately; the anxieties that so often tormented Jake were unrelenting tonight. He finally abandoned his futile efforts to work. Since he was still dressed in slacks and a button down shirt with a loosened tie, he decided to go down to the hotel lounge to have a drink. Perhaps being around people would become a welcome distraction?
The hotel lounge was neither crowded or empty. That was normal on a Monday night. Jacob sat at the bar rather than at a table. It would expedite getting a drink. More importantly, he might find company to distract him. He surveyed the room as he sipped his bourbon and Coke.
Jake's gaze lingered on the couple that were seated at a table together. The remnants of a meal as well as nearly empty glasses attested to a romantic dinner. They were an odd couple. The fact that she was White while he was Black wasn't really an aberration. Not anymore. However; she appeared to be a forty-something year old woman. Her wide hips, full breasts and not so slender waist suggested that she was a mother. She might have been a doppelganger for Jake's wife if she hadn't been a blonde rather than raven haired. In contrast, he appeared to be a decade younger. He had the taunt physique of a professional athlete. He was a stud in his prime.
The woman's blouse was partially unbuttoned to reveal more than just a tasteful hint of her deep cleavage. The fabric of her white blouse was sheer enough to make it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The absence of support enabled her breasts to sag under their own weight, attesting that they were real rather than surgically enhanced. The diamond rings glittering on her fingers proudly proclaimed that she was a married woman.
While it was theoretically possible that the white woman's African American companion was her husband, their demeanor suggested otherwise. He had his right arm draped casually yet possessively over her shoulders so that his hand was poised perilously close to her right breast. He leaned forward to kiss the woman. She eagerly turned her face toward him so that her lips could meet his. Their kiss was prolonged and passionate. She made no protest when his hand slipped inside the neckline of her blouse to cradle her breast.
The woman finally broke their kiss to signal to the bar tender. He dutifully approached with a small tray with a receipt on it. The woman signed the receipt, obviously charging their tab to her hotel room.
The African stud's hand continued to cradle the woman's breast as they arose. When she retrieved her purse, Jake noticed the white, lace fabric that was almost spilling out. She had obviously removed her bra during their time together rather than before she left her room. This was obviously their initial assignation, perhaps even a serendipitous encounter.
As the couple walked past the bar, Jake noticed the formidable bulge in the African -American stud's pants. He was obviously one of the fortunate Black men who actually measured up to the reputation, just like Jamal. Jake had no doubt that the stud would soon be easing his big, black cock into the blonde's married vagina. He was amazed and ashamed when he felt his own penis swelling with arousal as he imagined the impending consummation of their adulterous assignation.
Jake quickly finished his drink and charged it to his room then left the bar. When he got to his own room, he quickly stripped then got in the shower. He didn't attempt to resist the temptation to fondle his erect penis. As he began to masturbate unabashedly, he imagined the Negro stud rutting with the White wife. He preferred to imagine that the woman was unshaven just like Janine. He had noticed her blonde eyebrows that had attested to the fact that she was a natural blonde.
Jake continued to stroke his penis as he lingered in the shower. He imagined that he was a voyeur in the room, covertly watching. His mind was focused on the image of the African stud's big, black cock plunging into the blonde's cunt then withdrawing, again and again, as he relentlessly fucked her. The imagined contrast between the African stud's nappy, black, pubic hair and the woman's blonde, pubic hair only enhanced the eroticism of the imagery.
