Chapter 2 -- Tracy's perspective
Warning-this fictional story series includes a cheating wife, interracial sex with black men, and a husband who watches and kind of likes it. If this sort of story is not appealing for you, or is offensive, then no need to waste your time and read on.
Tracy hung up the phone after just talking with her husband Sam, feeling 'different' (guilt?) considering she had just been unfaithful as she let Reggie, who was not her husband, fuck her in her bed (for more on this see story Wife and the Tutor) just a little while ago. She jumped in the shower to get cleaned up before the kids arrived home from school in a short while. The warm water felt great on her body. As she soaped her body, running her hands over hear plump breasts and down her stomach, she felt a sense of some pride that this handsome young black man clearly found her attractive as a 37 year old mother. As her hands reached down to her pussy, she thought about how she good she felt having Reggie's big dick inside her just a little while ago. She had not had orgasms like that in a long time. Was it because his cock was so big or just the excitement of doing something she should not be doing? And she could not believe she was just fucked in her ass -- she never thought she would do that, and she also never thought she would enjoy it like she did.
The whole experience was unbelievable, better than she could have imagined when she was recently looking at the porn site showing big black dicks stuffed inside white women. She had never been fucked by a black man before, but she thought back to another experience about 13 years ago, the last time she had dealt with a black cock. Another time of infidelity she had never disclosed to Sam.
At that time she was 24 years old, married two years and without kids. She was an elementary school teacher and her husband Sam was working nonstop trying to get ahead early in his career. Their relationship and sex life then was great with her only complaint being that Sam was always working so their time together was limited. She taught 3rd graders and one of the other 3rd grade teachers, her "team teacher," was a black man named Greg. He was about 40 years old, divorced, and he loved what he did for a living which made him a great teacher. Tracy was new in her teaching career and learned a lot about teaching from Greg.
Greg had a very friendly and outgoing personality (one of the things that made him a great teacher) and it was clear he was attracted to Tracy. Just like she had acted with Reggie, she was very friendly and maybe flirted a little too much with Greg in those days. He was a good looking man and stood over 6 feet tall and kept himself in great shape, so she found him attractive as well and loved his personality. She had no intentions of being anything more than co-teachers and friends but realized at some point Greg misread her signals and he started being more forward with her in communicating his desires.
She thought back to the first move he had made those many years ago. Often a group of teachers from her school would get together and socialize at local bar after work. Tracy seldom joined the group as she would prefer to get home and spend time with Sam, but with his working so much this particular Friday night she was hanging out with the group. Greg was usually there and that evening she pulled up a chair next to him at the corner table some of the group was huddled around. The bar was dimly lit and pretty loud, and Greg and Tracy were the only ones sitting on their side of the table. She remembered they had some small talk conversation while nursing their beers along when the tone of the conversation quickly turned awkward.
"Tracy, did I tell you how nice you look today?" Greg leaned over and asked her. "That workout routine is keeping you in hardbody form."
"Thanks for the compliment, Greg -- no pain, no gain," she had responded. Kind of a corny response she thought all these years later.
"Well Tracy, I saw you were checking out my 'equipment' in our planning session this afternoon? Did you like what you saw?"
What was he talking about, she thought? She remembered he was pretty touchy, feely in their meeting but did not think too much of it at the time. Then she remembered when he stood up in middle of the meeting to go grab some papers -- he had abruptly stood up and seemed to pause momentarily standing right in front of her. She had noticed an impressive looking bulge, but how could she help but look when he stood up that way directly in front of her face? He was wearing jeans (one of the jeans Fridays for the teachers) so his pants clung pretty tightly to his body. She remembered wondering briefly if he was a little aroused, causing some of that bulge in his pants, but had quickly moved beyond those thoughts with focus on finishing up their lesson plans for the next week.
Was that a hand on my thigh? Tracy remembered thinking as she was figuring out how she should respond to Greg sitting next to him in the bar.
"Greg, what the hell are you talking about?" she said in lighthearted manner. "You think I was checking you out today? I am a happily married young woman and you are over the hill". She thought she'd take the humorous approach with him. His was rubbing her upper thigh and moving towards her crotch area. She had jeans on that day as well so he was a bit restricted in his access.
"And Greg, can you kindly remove your hand from my thigh?" She saw no one else was paying attention to them or their conversation and she was relieved as the rumor mill would start if somebody saw his hand on her thigh. She was slightly concerned that he had his hand on her thigh to begin with, but she was much more worried about what people would think it they noticed. He had downed most of his first drink so she rationalized that maybe the alcohol was already having an effect on him.
"Sure thing, Tracy," he said, and then he grabbed her hand closest to him and brought it over to his lap (she remembered thinking his hands felt big and strong) and wrapped her hand around his dick which was standing at attention out of his unzipped jeans.
"Greg!" she said sternly but keeping her voice down so as not to draw attention.
"I thought you might like to get a closer feel of my over the hill equipment," he responded as he slowly started their hands stroking his erection up and down.
She remembered noticing a couple of things immediately. The length of Greg's penis seemed to be about the same as her husband. She had heard the rumors that black men usually had big dicks and thought it would be longer. But it was very thick, maybe one and a half times her husband's girth. Holding this thick cock in her hand, she was wondering how a thicker cock than Sam's might feel inside her and then realized Greg's hand was no longer on hers. He had moved his own hand back to her lap, and was rubbing her pussy through her jeans. And her hand had continued to slowly stroke his very hard thick cock up and down. She could feel her pussy getting wet and suddenly felt alarmed and confused by her reaction to Greg's actions in this last half a minute or so.
Greg leaned closer to Tracy and said, "How about we get out of here and you can get a closer look?"
