It's usually much later after a sexual escapade that we think about how to tell the story and why it even happened. But this time I'm thinking about it even while the act is still going on. Joseph is still inside me. He has my legs pinned back and is just thrusting as hard as he can as the sweat drips off him on to me.
I know my pussy is going to be sore after this fucking. For every reason and not just one. Not only has it been going on for what seems like hours, but I've came many times and just can't seem to again. I've resigned myself to being pounded by him until he gets what he needs.
He's also at least twice the size as my husband. At first it gave me a sharp pinch when he pushed in too deep. But by now I've gone numb. The fact that his large balls slap against my ass with each thrust tells me it's not because he's learned to not push too deep. I've just been worn down.
And I know that I did not end up here against my will. The attraction was immediate. In fact as I wait for him to finish I trace the muscles in his bicep with my hand. He told me that he likes it when I touch him with my engagement and wedding band, so I rub them against his bicep. Even in the darkened room, the contrast of my pale hand on his dark skin is obvious.
As it continues, I replay the evening in my mind. It had started with me and some coworkers at a business convention. It just so happens that the place where we had to set up had some issues with the ceiling lighting. When the crew arrived, it was 3 men. One very attractive black man and two other equally attractive white guys.
These guys certainly were not above a little harmless flirting. At least at the time, I thought it was harmless. A few of the ladies I was there with expressed attraction at the white guys, so I took it upon myself to play wingman... well, winglady with the black man who introduced himself as Joseph.
While super attractive, I think that the single ladies were intimidated by his size and the intensity in his eyes. Not to mention that I don't think they were experienced with black men. Neither was I for that matter, but since I was the married one, I took it upon myself to keep him occupied in the conversation while the ladies flirted with the others.
It was just a few harmless jokes about our product, optical medicine, while ironically the lights had been out. It turned to just getting to know each other a little bit. Asking about kids, families, pets, and the like. I'm not sure when it happened, but soon the other guys weren't there any longer and the ladies went back to their business and snickered at me while Joseph chatted me up.
This made me uncomfortable and I was looking for a way to end it. So I said that I needed to get back to my post so I could make some sales and finish up in time for the open bar tonight. He took that opportunity to say "I'll meet you there, give me your number." At first I wasn't going to, but over his shoulder I could see that my coworker Sarah had overheard and was nodding yes. So I did, hoping that she could get to know Joseph later and this would have been all for her.
Later we had dinner and started into the open bar. Us ladies, theoffice guys and boring conversation about eye medicine. It was a nice escape though.
I had really needed to get away from home for a while. My marriage isn't bad, it just became obvious to me that it had been a bad match. Greg and I got married very young. High school sweethearts and all. The American dream. But soon it became evident that we had different interests.
Greg's interests were around movies, sci-fi, gaming and just being a nice guy. I was more the career woman. Disciplined in my work duties and keeping my body in shape. Our time together was pleasant but we just didn't seem to have that much in common.
And then a few years ago, the baby craving hit me head on. I should have expected this at this point in my life. It was natural. Greg seemed open to it. Well, I could barely get his attention to tell the truth. But the only thing that really changed was I was off the pill. As had been the case throughout my marriage, Greg would only respond when I took the initiative. Which I tried to do more often. But it was difficult with his other distractions.
I hadn't yet seen a doctor about fertility. I just didn't think it was necessary. The fact seemed obvious that we just didn't have the sexual chemistry to raise our chances. I had even seen a psychic to ask what my marriage and life would bring. Without even telling her about my desire to have a child. What she said was prophetic, but more of the story before I get to that.
About 2 drinks into the open bar, I got the message from Joseph I'd been expected. I prompted Sarah that he was here as she fixed her hair and readied to impress him. When Joseph got to the table, I introduced him to the others as a doctor and he played along just fine.
Sarah flirted with Joseph and asked about his life. And he played along, but it became painfully obvious that he only had eyes for me. As this continued, the crowd started to dwindle down. Which wasn't a problem until Sarah finally said she was going to bed.
This left just me and Joseph. While it was not awkward at all, that nagging feeling came that I should probably do the right thing. We had been laughing about some of the other people at the convention and it all felt so natural. I knew that I had to end it else I could sense that it was going somewhere.
I kissed Joseph on the cheek and said it was time for me to get back to my room. Joseph stated "That sounds like a good idea" and turned toward the lobby with my hand in his without even a hesitation. My mind was spinning as we made our way across the lobby towards the elevator. I couldn't say a word. To say that I didn't want him to go would have been one of the biggest lies of my life.
We entered the elevator and I hit the button for my floor. Joseph broke the silence by making a joke about being on the top floor. It was just what I needed to start to feel at ease.