Never Lie to Trish
written by:
Jayson Kay

Trish hung up the phone in disgust and silently sat in her cubicle, resisting the urge to crawl under her desk and cry. She felt mislead, unimportant and worst of all, she felt rejected. And for her, rejection brought up all those painful memories she thought she had left behind.

Ever since she could remember, Trish had been hearing all the patronizing compliments that are the bane of every overweight girl: "She was cute, she was adorable; she had such a pretty face! She could be gorgeous if only she would just... lose... a little... weight..."

It didn't matter that she had stunningly gorgeous blue eyes or big luscious lips with a cute button nose. It didn't matter and neither did her silky smooth blonde hair or even her massive DD tits. No matter how many compliments she got or how many guys secretly checked her out, at the end of the day Trish was always just the "really cute fat chick."

Of course, being that cute fat chick didn't mean she lacked for attention from guys. Far from it in fact; boys at school, boys at parties, even the occasional teacher or boss all tried to fuck her. Many of them were successful but almost none of them ever wanted to date her. Trish was always the late night call, the dirty little secret, the girl who did the things that wives and girlfriends wouldn't do, the girl that got laid plenty but loved little.

And usually that was good enough for her. She was a very sexual person and managed to experience just about every fantasy she ever had. She found a sense of empowerment through sexual conquest but still, something was always missing. As much as she told everyone (herself included) that she didn't want or need a husband, deep down she really did. She wanted the white picket fence with the house, the kids and the PTA meetings.

She was in her early 30s when she came to that realization. Most of her friends were already married and starting families while she was left behind. Faced with that grim reality she felt she had two options: (1) she could settle for a guy who fell short of her expectations or (2) make some changes for the better and maybe still find that dream guy she hoped was still out there.

Trish decided to go the self improvement route. She had been a marketing major in college and she viewed it as making herself more marketable. She stopped being solely focused on her career. She stopped dating guys that only wanted to fuck. No more fast food. No more soda. And she started exercising too. She began each day with a walk and hit the gym on her way home from work every day. She even managed to cut back on her smoking, going from a pack a day to just a social smoker.

But believe it or not the toughest thing for Trish to give up wasn't the smoking or the eating fatty foods, it was giving up the casual sex. For a girl who had rarely had a boyfriend, her bed was almost never empty when she needed to get laid. But she could see now that perhaps that life was just as unhealthy as her weight had been.

It took about a year to really transform herself into the new person she wanted to be but she did it. She went from 180 pounds down to about 135 and really toned up along the way. She was fitting into the dresses she'd always pretended to not like. And best of all, she still had her boobs!

As crazy as it sounds, that was the one thing she feared the most. Those tits had always been her biggest asset, her trump card, they had gotten her laid dozens and dozens of times and in the back of her mind she thought that losing weight would mean losing her beloved twins.

But no, even though she did lose some girth in that department, they were still big, still juicy and still able to stop traffic. People started telling her all the time that she looked like Jane Mansfield which she never got tired of hearing!

It was around this time that she met Rick through some friends. They hit it off right away but it took a while for Trish to settle in and feel secure enough to trust Rick and their relationship. He knew she had lost weight- they talked about it some when they were dating- but to him it was a non-issue. He was only really concerned with the present; and in the present, she was a knock-out.

Living in the present was nice but it meant that Rick never really contemplated the mental baggage that Trish had; the insecurities that were still just below the surface, the lack of relationship experience or sexual skeletons buried in her closet. It's not that he was unsympathetic to her issues, he was just unaware. And for her part, Trish never dwelled on it either. She just wanted her past gone forever.

They married after a year of dating and not long after that they bought a house in the suburbs. And that's when the trouble began to surface.

They started trying for kids shortly after they moved in. Trish had just turned 34 and was more than ready. At first they went about it the standard way, just fucking a lot with no protection and no pull outs. Trish was still extremely sexual and frankly, Rick was a little lacking in both size and stamina. She was hoping that the extra sex would serve as practice for him and he'd get better and he did improve a little.

But after several months though, they'd had no luck. Rick wanted to keep trying the old fashioned way but Trish was impatient and worried. She insisted they see a specialist and sure enough, they found a couple of minor issues. Trish's ovulation periods were a little shorter than average and Ricks sperm count was on the low side of normal.

The doctor told them they should still be able to conceive naturally but that they would need to be more proactive. He shared some easy ways Rick could enhance his sperm count and gave Trish some urine tests so she could pinpoint exactly when she was ovulating.

Rick was still a little irked that they were going to all of this trouble but Trish was grateful for the news and still enthusiastic to keep trying. With the help from some of the information the doctor had given her Trish knew she would probably be ovulating at the end of the following week. She used the tests to confirm and sure enough on Friday afternoon she was ovulating. It was perfect timing really, she'd be ovulating for the next 18 hours which meant they could spend all night in bed since neither of them had to be at work on Saturday.

She called Rick and told him the news. While he didn't sound quite as excited as Trish was, he was certainly on board with spending the evening ejaculating into his curvaceous wife.

Of course it would mean Trish would have to pass on the invitation for a night out with coworkers. A new bar had opened within walking distance from the office and a group of them were planning on checking it out. With all the baby stress it would have been nice to blow off some steam, but she figured she'd blow off plenty in the sack with her husband.

But then Rick called a couple hours later. Something had come up at work and would have to fly out of town immediately. She offered to leave work early so she could meet him at home. She could help him pack and maybe get in a quickie before he left but it was too late. He'd already swung by the house and was now on his way to the airport.

She was disappointed but not too upset; after all, work was work. But then just before they finished their phone call Trish saw an email pop up on her computer screen. It was from her sister-in-law (the wife of Rick's brother) and it was basically a "thank-you" to Trish for being so understanding and allowing Rick to get away for a "boy's fishing trip."

It was like a punch in the stomach. She was careful to keep her voice low so nobody in the surrounding cubicles could hear what she was saying but she lit into Rick pretty good.

He admitted guilt right away but wasn't particularly apologetic. He regretted lying about it but from his standpoint, this wasn't a big deal at all. "There is still plenty of time to get pregnant and I don't know why you're rushing things anyway, we only just moved into the new house!"

And that's when Trish hung up the phone and thought about crawling under her desk. Rick had no way of understanding that this felt like rejection for Trish. The entire point of her transformation had been to find a husband and start a family, so hearing Rick's blasé attitude about it was an insult. And to top it off he had lied about the whole thing!

Instead of crawling under her desk Trish went in the bathroom and stewed for a few minutes. She got a little teary eyed but decided not to feel sorry for herself for too long. Wallowing in sadness and being depressed and pissed off was the old Trish. Instead, she would go out tonight with her work friends and have a good time, maybe even try to enjoy having the house to herself for the weekend.

As soon as Trish hit the bar with her coworkers she felt much better. The atmosphere at was loose and fun with a good mix of people. There were lots of young professionals there to have a good time but it wasn't too crowded or too noisy. All her coworkers were letting loose and best of all nobody was talking about work or babies or lying husbands!

Trish was mainly a beer and wine girl but one of the girls from accounting insisted they all do a couple rounds of shots to start things off right. In less than an hour Trish was feeling good. So good in fact that she even allowed herself to get deep into conversation with Anthony, a coworker she usually tried hard to avoid.

It's not that she had anything against Anthony; she liked him quite a bit actually, perhaps too much. He was tall, fit and handsome with rich chocolate skin, long eyelashes, a radiant smile and a deep baritone voice that made her knees weak.

He was also quite flirtatious... An attractive, married black man who was not shy about checking her out? Anthony was quite literally the walking representation of all of the old Trish's weakness rolled into one. But for now, they were just talking... Talking and flirting a little. No harm with that.

As they sipped on their drinks the conversation skipped from work to music to politics and movies. They talked about everything but family although she knew he was married with 3 kids and he surely knew she was married as well.

The flirtation stayed light and although he was complementary of her every chance he got, it remained respectful. But his eyes were aggressive and his smile was cocky. Trish enjoyed such behavior and played along. Her cleavage was always evident but she made sure to sit at just the right angle to give Anthony some good views. He wasn't shy about peaking and she savored the attention.

At one point a bunch of the girls went outside to grab a smoke and Trish decided to follow. She couldn't help it when she was drinking she had to have one. Anthony didn't smoke but he offered to go out with her to keep her company.

Once outside he lit her cigarette for her and mentioned how glamorous she looked as she took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air. Trish had been around plenty of guys who were turned on by a woman who smoked and so she made sure to look as sensuous as possible as she puffed away.

It was getting a bit chilly out and Anthony offered her his suit jacket. As appealing as that sounded she decided to decline the offer, knowing where small intimacies like that can lead, especially for a woman like her.

But that was only the first time they stepped outside. The second time they went out it was a little colder. She relented and let him drape his jacket across her shoulders and even leaned in close to feel the warmth of his body heat as she smoked her Newport.

The scene brought back so many memories. Standing in front of a bar with more than a few drinks in her; the burn of the cigarette in her throat; and the hungry eyes of a sexy black man watching her as she inhaled deeply and rolled the thick smoke around in her tongue.

"My god," she thought to herself. "I'm glad I lost all the weight but I sure do miss being the old Trish sometimes."

Another hour and a couple more drinks later they found themselves outside again for a third and final time. Most of their coworkers had long since left and the bar was starting to fill up with college kids. As Trish smoked her cigarette she let Anthony place his jacket on her once again but this time he also wrapped his muscular arms around her. She knew it was wrong but when she looked around and saw that nobody was really paying attention to them and allowed it to continue. Her ass was against his crotch and she could feel the heft of his package on her cheeks.

She looked up and noticed his face next to hers. His eyes were looking straight down her shirt, glued on the perfect view at her cleavage. He laughed when she caught him and although she wanted to be offended all it did was turn her on.

"Enjoying the view?" she chided him.

"Very much so," he responded in his deep voice.

When she didn't protest he reached his hand up and brushed the underside of her tits.

Trish let out an involuntary purr, enjoying the contact even as she protested. "You know I'm married," was her response but she didn't actually say no and she certainly didn't pull away from him.

Emboldened, Anthony took a firmer grip and began caressing the curvy woman's ample flesh.

Trish took a final long drag off her cigarette and let the black man's large hands massage her. She felt his cock growing against her ass and thought about how long it had been since she'd had an illicit night of pure sexual gratification.

Rick was a decent lay but he certainly wasn't what she would classify as good or even above average. His five inches could bring her to orgasm on occasion but he didn't have the stamina or the rhythm to truly satisfy a woman who had been fucked by so many men for so many years.

In all her years of "research" Trish found that even though the stereotype about black men and dick size didn't actually hold true, they were still more likely to fuck her well than men of other races were. And Anthony seemed to have a nice package anyway, bigger than Rick's at least.

"Why don't you hail a cab while I take care of the bar tab," he suggested to Trish.

"We can share a cab but we're each going back to our own homes" she tried to respond with some conviction.

Anthony just laughed, grinning that cocky grin as he went in to the bar to pay up.

He got back outside just as Trish had found a cab. He reached over and opened the door for her and they slid in. Trish leaning close to Anthony's chest as the black man began running his hands up and down her thigh.

The cab driver watched through the rear view mirror for a moment before asking for a destination. Anthony quickly responded by naming a hotel that was nearby. Trish protested saying they weren't going to a hotel but then Anthony ended the debate saying, "I'm going to the hotel. When we get there you can either go with me or stay in the cab and go home."

With that settled the cabby pulled off and Anthony leaned in and began kissing Trish lustily. He thought she might put up a resistance but she didn't; allowing the black man to slip his tongue past her lips to meet hers. She groaned with pleasure and felt her panties begin to moisten deeply.

Between the drinking, the physical attraction and of course the ovulation, Trish was so horny now she knew there was no turning back. She needed a good fucking and Rick was out of town by choice.

"Fuck him. He deserves this," she thought to herself as Anthony squeezed her plump round ass. "And I deserve it too."

When they got to then hotel there was not even a pretense of debate. She got out and walked with him hand in hand into the lobby. It was a really nice hotel, by no means a hot sheets type of place but still, the girl at the desk could tell what was up right away. A black man and a white woman, both with wedding rings on and clearly tipsy. If it wasn't for the fact that they were both professionally dressed she might have turned them away. Instead she just checked them in and wished them a "pleasant evening".

Once in the room Trish went to the bathroom to freshen up while Anthony fixed them a round of drinks. They both knew they were there to fuck there was no turning back now.

In the bathroom Trish looked at herself in the mirror. She felt a brief twinge of guilt but quickly pushed those thoughts aside. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. Her tits still looked phenomenal with big round nipples poking straight out and begging to be sucked. She decided she would come out of the bathroom naked to surprise Anthony, losing her skirt and panties but keeping the heels on. She stood admiring her body for a moment. It was ironic, as a fat chick she was embarrassed by her curves yet shared her body all the time. Now here she was with a body found mostly on porn stars and video vixens but she had only shared herself with her husband.

"Things are going to change," she said to herself as she opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hotel suite.

Anthony was stirring the drinks but turned to admire the view. Her husband might not have appreciated what he had but Anthony sure did. He quickly loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor.

"I am one lucky man tonight," he said to her as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed his bare chest for a second, admiring his muscular tone as he handed her a drink.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and took a long sip then handed the glass back to him and unbuckling his belt. Part of her wanted to tear open his trousers and attack his cock but it had been so long since she'd been with a new man and she wanted to savor it. She moved methodically, first the zipper, than the pants, and finally she pulled down his boxers.

Anthony's black cock was at full attention, a drop of precum forming at the tip which Trish gladly sucked up with a tender kiss. He was about 7 inches and thick. She'd had bigger but in all honesty, this was the perfect size for her to enjoy.

She reached around to his ass cheeks and pulled him towards her, guiding him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his bulbous head for a bit before letting him sink in further into her mouth, past her tongue and into her throat.

One of the bonuses of being such a whore in her 20s was that she had virtually no gag reflex left. Even with nice big dick like Anthony's she could deepthroat like a pro and she wanted him to enjoy it. She knew from experience that married men rarely get head like she could give and so she squeezed his ass cheeks again and pulled him in deeper, encouraging him to fuck her mouth.

Anthony took notice of the hint, gripping the back of Trish's head and stroking deep into her mouth. He'd had a feeling about her for quite some time but even he was surprised at how well she could suck a dick.

She didn't want Anthony to cum too soon of course so she pulled him from her mouth and leaned back a bit, wrapping her enormous tits around his glistening black cock. She let him tit fuck her for a good 10 or 15 stokes, kissing his head whenever it popped up.

"Normally I'd let you cum this way," she told Anthony. "But tonight I really need to be fucked."

Without replying he rolled the curvaceous blonde goddess over onto her tummy and began to run the head of his cock up and down her slit. He was still standing at the edge of the bed and at this height he had the perfect angle to fuck her from behind full force. Trish was dripping wet and aching for penetration at this point. Anthony slipped his entire length into her straight away.

Having only had the same 5 inches over the past couple years, feeling the entire length of Anthony was refreshing as he reached parts of her that hadn't been touched in quite a long time.

He leaned into her and stroked as long and as deep as he could- Trish moaned with each poke. She hadn't even realized how bad she had needed this. As Anthony slammed deep inside her she felt empowered and desired. Rick could go on as many fishing trips as he wanted for all she cared, she was getting fucked hard and deep by a man who knew how to use his tool.

Anthony could tell Trish was getting close now, he reached up to the base of her neck and took a firm grasp of her thick blonde hair. "Mmmmmmmmmm, fuck yeah," she purred.

"You like that huh?" Anthony asked as he continued ramming into her.

"Give me that black dick baby," she begged as Anthony pulled her head back and fucked her as hard as he could. His balls were aching and he could feel himself close to orgasm. Trish was close too and thought for moment about the fact that she was ovulating. She knew she should play it safe and tell Anthony to pull out but there was also a deep womanly instinct in her that was yearning for her womb to be flooded with sperm.

"Cum inside me," she managed to gasp. Anthony buried himself insider her and let loose. As she felt his hot sticky seed pump into her it put her over the edge. She cried out with pleasure as her adulterous little pussy quivered and pulsated on Anthony's cock. He let go of her hair and she collapsed foreword onto the bed, laying perfectly still as the last of Anthony's load squirted deep inside her. She had never felt so much like a woman than at that moment.

Afterwards Trish thought Anthony might have to leave but instead of getting up and getting dressed they lay in bed and made out while he played with her still hard nipples. She had just had one of the best orgasms of her life -certainly the best in several years and now she wanted to return the favor. Not to mention she wanted to fuck some more so she slowly kissed her way down Anthony's chiseled chest, stopping to worship his abs on the way before finally reaching his cock. He wasn't completely flaccid but he wasn't hard either, still recovering from their first round.

She took him into her mouth, tasting a mix of both of their juices. She hungrily sucked him into the back of her throat, sinking her lips all the way down to the base while she massaged his heavy balls. She could feel him growing larger and larger in her throat until he was finally rock hard.

Just then her cell phone began ringing. She pulled Anthony's hard cock from her mouth and saw that it was Rick. She thought about letting it go to voicemail but then she remembered how pissed she still was She turned to Anthony and put her finger to her lips, motioning for him to be quiet. She picked up the phone and put it on speaker.

As Rick said hello Trish climbed on top of Anthony and positioned her cunt on the tip of his cock.

"What do you want?" she asked Rick in as bitchy a tone as she could muster. As she said this she began to slowly sink down the entire length of Anthony.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay and apologize again."

Trish began to grind herself down on Anthony's crotch, swirling her pussy in a circular motion as she clamped down tight on his cock. She didn't respond to Rick, silence awkwardly filling the room.

"Hello? Are you there?" he finally asked.

Trish was staring into Anthony's eyes, rocking back and forth slowly.

"Yeah I'm here," she replied.

"Well are you okay? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," she replied as she slowly began bouncing up and down on the cock that was buried deep inside her. "I'm fine."

"Well like I said, I'm sorry I lied to you and I promise I'll make it up to you later. I hope you're not still mad."

As Rick said this Anthony reached up and began squeezing Trish's big tits, pinching her nipples for good measure.

Trish couldn't help moaning in pleasure.

"What's was that noise?" Rick immediately asked.

"Nothing babe, it's just the TV. And don't worry, I'm not mad anymore. Just enjoy your trip," she replied with a grin plastered across her face.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm going to turn in for bed now. We have to get up early in the morning to get out on the lake."

Trish slammed down hard on Anthony's cock, biting her lip to keep from grunting or moaning into the phone. Finally she managed to compose herself.

"Well good luck and make sure you catch me something really, really big." She said as she winked at the black lover lying beneath her.

"Okay baby, thanks. I love you."

Trish hung up the phone without replying and tossed it back onto the side of the bed. She immediately began riding Anthony's dick hard now. Bouncing up and down his length with vigor, turned on by committing such a daring and degenerate act.

"Does Rick fuck you like this," Anthony asked as her wrapped his hands around her hips and began slamming her down hard onto his pelvis.

Trish laughed dismissively. "Fuck no."

They were now timing their strokes perfect, flesh slapping with each thrust.

"Well I own this pussy now," Anthony told her as they locked eyes.

Trish nodded her head in agreement but didn't say anything.

"Tell me," Anthony demanded.

"It's yours," she tried to say as she gasped for air on the verge of cumming.

"What's that? Say it louder."

"This is your pussy now," she cried out as they both reached orgasm together for the second time that evening.

Once again Trish's fertile white pussy was flooded with his potent black seed. She leaned forward and collapsed onto his chest as he shot stream after stream deep inside her.

They fell asleep in that position with Anthony still inside her. When they awoke a few hours later it was 5 in the morning. They showered together which of course led to more fooling around and another creampie.

Somehow they managed a final encore back at the office parking lot. They had taken a cab there to get back to their respective cars and when they saw the lot was empty they decided to take advantage of the situation. Trish laid out across the driver's seat of her car while Anthony stood behind her with the driver's door open, exploding into her doggy style, once again unprotected.

As she drove home satisfied she looked at her watch. It was 8 am, exactly 18 hours since she began ovulating- the exact amount of time her doctor said she would be most fertile. Anthony had cum inside her four times. He already had 3 kids so she was quite sure he didn't have any low sperm count issues like Rick. She knew that in all likelihood she was pregnant with his black baby.

She looked at herself in the rear view mirror and grinned. She had no idea how she'd break the news to Rick but she knew one thing... He sure would regret that fishing trip for a long time.