Golf Course Encounter?

My husband was so excited when he burst through the door last week…“Honey, I did it!!!!” he exclaimed, “I won Sales Manager of the Year!”

The big grin on his face reminded me of what he must have been like as a little boy, full of excitement and wonder at every new discovery, learning a new skill, or just plain old having fun!

“The awards ceremony will be at the company party tomorrow night, so be sure to get all dressed up for me!” he asked.

I instantly knew what I would wear for him: My black satin halter dress, the one he has been begging me to wear for him… It is a bit daring, as it is backless, and has a circle skirt hemmed just above my knees. I have been reluctant to wear it, since I have to go braless, and the skirt doesn’t protect my modesty even a little bit if we dance, or even a slight breeze comes by. I had even entertained the thought of returning it, because it was a dress more for a young slut prowling for a man, not a married woman with two kids…

I took my time getting dressed, sliding white thigh-high hose and my red satin bikini-cut panties up my legs as I prepared. I let my husband see me as I was getting dressed, teasing one nipple for a moment in front of him, a wicked smile of a girl who knew she was going to do something nasty across my face. It took all of my strength to push him off of me, or we would have been late to the party…I slipped on my dress, and tied the satin bow behind my neck, allowing the thin, soft fabric to cover my chest. I glanced in the mirror, and had more second thoughts, as I had forgotten how much of a drape the front of the halter exposed my C-cup cleavage. I stepped into my 4-inch black patent pumps as my husband called for me, bidding me to hurry up…

We arrived at the party, held in the main lodge of the CEO’s country club, looking out on what seemed like miles of beautiful golf course and landscaping. The building was brightly lit, and music blared from inside. I had to hold one hand on my skirt as we crossed the parking lot, to keep it where the designer intended, as the freshening breeze was gathering across the links. My heels clicked loudly as we crosses into the tiled entryway, my hips swaying a bit more than usual because of the height of my heels, making the hem of my skirt swish and sway tantalizingly.

As we made our way around, I was introduced to many of my husband’s co-workers and their spouses, drawing a few stares from the men, and a few angry glares from the women. I was beginning to enjoy the thought of being so sexy in front of everyone, and the attention I was getting, when my husband drew me close and introduced me to another co-corker, a really tall black man, and his date, a white woman whose name I promptly forgot. The conversation was short, and obviously strained, and I could tell that the two men did not like each other. His name was Eric, and as I was lead away, I was informed that he was the guy my husband beat out for the award, and that their competition had been ongoing for months, as was their animosity. I could feel Eric’s eyes boring into my back as we left…

After the awards ceremony, the CEO opened the bar, and the there seemed to be a long line of guys waiting to buy my husband a drink to congratulate him, and maybe begin to suck up to him, since the award winner usually got the next promotion as well! Of course, I was also offered glass after glass, and since I am only five foot three, and 120 pounds, it did not take too long for the alcohol to affect me. I felt it coming, and decided I had better find a place to sit and get away from the potential for massive inebriation, finding a small love seat facing the golf course. My husband remained at the bar, drinking in all the adulations, as well as the booze…

The sun was long set, and the only lighting was from the building as I sat there, listening to the chirp of crickets, the hoot of an owl, and the rest of the sounds one hears when nature is getting ready for the night shift. I took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh as I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. My reverie was short-lived, however, as I heard footsteps approach, and turned to see Eric join me, a fluted glass in each hand.

“Hi!” he greeted, “you look like you might be thirsty.” He smiled. I shook my head to say no thanks, telling him that I had already had more than enough, and that any more would not be in my best interest. He merely smiled and stood next to me, looking out across the landscaping. He told me how much he liked golf, and that he had a tee time here tomorrow morning, and wanted to walk the first tee so he could be prepared for his game with the boss.

His hand lowered to me. “Want to join me?” he asked. I glanced back at my husband, who was laughing and smiling, obviously having a great time. I knew he was going to be a while, and that a walk would do wonders to clear my head, so I agreed. Little did I know how much it would do to clear Eric’s head…

We walked off the veranda, following a cart path, my heels clicking on the asphalt, my hand dropped to my skirt as the wind was increasing a bit. As we walked, Eric congratulated my husband and me for his accomplishment, and he mentioned how lucky he was that he had me. We stopped by the first hole, and I asked Eric about his date, and he bluntly told me that she was a hooker he had hired just to make him look good for the party! My jaw dropped as I heard his too-honest answer. “Yeah, she was just for the party, and after dinner, I took her to the parking lot, fucked her brains out, and let her go!”

I shook my head for a second, and thought better of being out in the middle of nowhere with him, and started to turn, saying I should head back. He then grasped my elbow with a large, meaty hand, telling me that he wasn’t through congratulating me yet! I raised my free hand to his, trying to break his grip, letting the hem of my skirt float about freely in the breeze. I heard him chuckle as I struggled and he grabbed both of my wrists with his other hand, wrapping his fingers around my wrists like they were handcuffed!

His free hand reached to his belt, unfastening it and drawing from his trousers. He then wrapped it around my wrists as I struggled vainly to get free. I cried out, and quickly felt the sting of a hard slap across my cheek. “Quiet, Slut, or I’ll really hit you!” he menaced in a low voice! I grunted as I struggled, his hand on his belt, holding it tight against my wrists, dragging me stumbling behind him into the darkness. He took me across the grass, further into the course, growling at me to keep quiet every time I yelped or stumbled. He finally stopped at the base of a tree, looping the tail of his belt over a low branch, pulling taut. He kept pulling until my arms were straight overhead, and I was on my tiptoes on the grass.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and my skirt was floating freely in the breeze, the hem allowing him to see the tops of my thigh highs, and even my panties!!! He leered at me for a moment, then reached out to my chest, feeling my breasts through the thin, shiny satin covering them. I shook my head “No! Please don’t!” I begged “I-I won’t tell anyone if you just let me go!” My body began to betray me, however, as my nipples began to harden from the combination of his touch, the soft satin, and the breeze. He just laughed at me as his hands continued to rove over my body, reaching lower and lower, until he started to grope my crotch…

First it was through my skirt, then he extended his arm to under my skirt, roughly rubbing my vagina through my panties. I continued to beg him to free me, to let me go, as he pushed a finger inside my panties, tearing them with a sharp jerk. I cried out as I was exposed to this monster, and he slapped me again. As the tears cleared from my eyes, I saw another monster, the one hanging between his well-muscled thighs!

“I woulda’ let you suck me, Bitch, but I just can’t get enough white pussy!” he jeered, his hand reaching between my thighs, digging open my labia, and forcing into my moistness. My head fell back on my shoulders as I grunted and groaned from his violation. “Damn! You ain’t never had a black man, huh?” he asked. I shook my head in fear, quivering as he withdrew, then grasped both of my knees and pulling me to him, the inside of my thighs against his hips, his throbbing manhood aimed straight at my pussy.

“Nnnooo!!!!!!!!!” I cried out as I felt his cock press against my labia, his pressure increasing until they opened, and the head of his shaft entering me. He fed it to me more, pulling my body onto him, my feet dangling as he raised my knees higher and higher, until I was impaled on him. I looked into his eyes, a look of pure lust burning in them, feeling his will probe into me, just as his cock did. He then began to withdraw, and repeat thrusting, my mouth opening to gasp as he pushed into me, the head of his cock straining against my cervix!

It was only a matter of time before my body became receptive to his attack, my vagina growing wet, my chest beginning to heave as the raw sexual excitement began to build. A part of me was ashamed to succumb, but I rationalized that any woman would not be able to resist his massive tool. I gasped and moaned as he repeatedly filled my pussy with his cock, until he began to fuck me at a frenzied pace. I whimpered as he became close to his climax…”Please…pull out! I-I can get pregnant!!!” I begged.

His only reply was to thrust fully into me as he climaxed, holding my crotch close to his, his ebony rod filling me with black seed. He stiffened as a series of spurts of his semen filled me, his chest heaving as his lungs gasped for air. My eyes closed as I began to sob, my body taken, my womb filled beyond capacity, my desperate fears realized.

After he withdrew, he released me, and let me hang for a minute while he dressed. He picked up my panties, and put them in his pocket, then looked at me as I hung there… His gaze lowered to my thighs, and he peered closer, a smirk on his face as he realized my vagina was dripping with his seed. Then a frown rose, and he reached up and undid the knot holding me in place. He then dragged me to the green, and threw me to the ground. I landed in a sprawled heap on my back, and he retied the belt overhead to the little flag.

“I was just going to leave you there, but I saw my jizz leaking out…Too much chance for you to not to get knocked up… Now I have to replace what you let out!” he declared as he undid his pants again. I was so exhausted that I did not fight him as he knelt down and lifted my ankles to his shoulders. For a moment he just dry-humped me until I felt his cock grow to its massive size, and he then shifted back until he could enter me again.

To make a long story short, he did climax in me again, holding me in place until he was spent, and sure that at least some of his essence was in past my cervix. My chest heaved for air from the exertion of being forced to climax several times, my body responding as nature designed. He got up, and dressed, leaving my wrists bound together. After he left me, I waited and rested, until I had the energy to get up. I was able to free myself in a few minutes, and was able to reach a restroom, where I cleaned myself up enough to find my husband, who by now was quite drunk…

I was able to get him into the car, where I broke down and started to cry… All I heard was my husband snoring… It has been two weeks, and I am definitely pregnant. I tried to call Eric, but found he had been transferred to another division in the company, on the East coast. My husband thinks he was a stallion with me that night, and that the baby is his…