He made me laugh in the deli line, and not just a smile or a chuckle but a full belly laugh that made me beam. He was funny, and attractive, but not exactly my type, not that I was looking.
He was at least fifteen years my junior, incredibly fit and undeniably handsome with a dazzling smile and warm, dark eyes but he had a very dark ebony complexion and I had never in my life been drawn to a black man.
We made small talk through the dairy department, where I picked out some cheese for a dip I was going to make and he made eye contact with me in the beer and wine section when I picked up beer for my husband and wine for me.
He finally made his introduction in the checkout line while we stood in adjacent lines and waited for our respective cashiers to finish ringing our orders.
"I'm Jonathan, but everyone calls me Big John," he said with a disarming smile. He had a laid-back but very confident demeanor that was undeniably sexy and alluring.
"Why is that?" I asked with a slight chuckle. He was taller than me but still a few inches under 6 feet and while he was very fit he wasn't muscular in a bulky way.
"It's a long story," he grinned playfully.
"Well Big John, I am Tara and it's very nice to meet you."
We left the store side by side and as we walked towards our cars he brazenly asked my phone number. I hadn't had that happen in years and Inwas shocked.
"John, I am very flattered but I am also very married," I replied as I held up my wedding ring for inspection to support my claim.
"I know, but I have a type and you look restless," he said with a knowing smile.
"That may be true but it doesn't make me not married," I laughed as I stopped by my car.
"If you give me your number I will tell you how I got my nickname," John smiled warmly, melting my resistance in an instant. I couldn't explain why I felt so comfortable with a man I'd just met but there was definitely a connection between us.
"Fine," I laughed and we proceeded to exchange numbers. I laughingly saved him in my phone as BJ, for Big John and then looked at him expectantly as I waited to hear his story.
"Okay," John laughed. "The story isn't really that long but here goes. After high school I joined the Army. I spent 6 years in and did two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. My bunkmate my last tour was a jacked white guy with a tiny dick who started calling me Big John because I was a wiry guy who wasn't tiny where he was. After I got out of the service I had trouble getting a job and ended up stripping and then doing porn under the screen name Big John and the name just stuck."
He smiled and I knew he was serious. "So it's your porn name," I laughed. "At least it's not Buck Naked."
John laughed and I shifted nervously from side to side. My heart was racing and I felt like I was straddling the line of acceptable behavior for a married mother of two adult children but I wasn't ready to stop. "Now I kind of regret giving you my number," I teased with an instinctive twirl of my long dark hair. I discretely bit the inside of my bottom lip and looked up into his sexy brown eyes with a bit of a pout.
"Why is that?"
"Well, again, I am married..."
"But restless," John clarified with a playful grin.
"Yes, maybe a little restless, which is another reason I probably shouldn't have given my number to a hot porn star."
"So I'm hot," John smirked as he looked into my eyes with a smoldering gaze and a shiver ran down my spine.
"Yes John, you are very hot and very dangerous." I shook my head disapprovingly. The chemistry I felt between us was rather unnerving but the back and forth was exhilarating. I couldn't remember the last time I had flirted with a man besides my husband and it made me feel alive. We continued to talk for several more minutes before we went our separate ways with a promise to stay in touch. I had butterflies in my belly as I replayed our entire conversation in my head on the short drive to my house and I giggled like a school girl when I got a text from BJ just as I pulled into my driveway.
He said he was just making sure I didn't give him a fake number and I teased him that I should have given the situation. John and I continued to banter and flirt all day through text. He was extremely good at keeping my interest and straddling the line between appropriate and inappropriate. Later that night after my husband went to bed I looked him up on pornhub and saw first hand why his nickname was Big John. I also learned what he meant when he said that he had a type because all of the women in his videos were chubby brunettes with big boobs and plump, round butts like me and I couldn't help but imagine that I was the one with Big John in those videos.
I awoke around 8am. My husband was already up and out of the house for a golf tournament and I quickly checked my phone for a text from BJ. I smiled when I read his good morning text and I replied quickly with one of my own.
We continued to text throughout the day with light flirty banter until I crossed the line and told him that I had checked out a few of his videos.
"Which ones?" John asked and I gave him two of the titles.
"Those were both from the same website. Did you like them?"
"I loved them. They were very hot. I can see why you got your name," I laughed to myself as I pressed send. It was very exciting to text with him and I was acutely aware that my pussy was extremely wet.
"What did you do when you were watching them?" He teased followed by a smiley face emoticon.
"The same thing I'm doing right now," I replied with a wink. I knew what I was doing was risky but for some reason it didn't feel wrong. We were just texting.
"Are you alone?" John asked.
"Yes, Bob is golfing."
"Can I call?"
Fuck, so much for just texting. "Yes," I replied quickly. I wanted to hear his voice and I shuddered as I pressed send.
A moment later my phone rang and I smiled as I answered. My heart was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach.
"Hi," I said softly. I felt like a school girl talking to her biggest crush and I was beaming with happiness.
"Hello beautiful," John replied in a deep, sexy voice that excited me to the core and made me swoon. "What are you doing?"
I sighed. The truth was sure to take things to the next level but I didn't want to lie. "I'm laying in bed thinking about you."
"What are you thinking about?" He teased. He knew exactly where my headspace was. He just wanted to hear me say it.
"I can't believe I am about to say this...but...I am picturing myself as the girl in the video." I knew what I was doing and it felt amazing to be open and honest. I felt exposed and vulnerable yet empowered at the same time and my pussy was so wet. My free hand parted my engorged labia and my fingers glided across the slick, wet folds of my hyper excited sex. I felt naughty and wicked. It was the first time I'd been sexual in any way with a man other than Bob in more than 30 years and I loved it. It was totally out of character for me but at the same time it felt natural and as if I was, for the first time in years, my authentic self.
"Tara?" He said in a deep baritone that made my head spin and my belly flutter.
"Yes John," I smiled. I didn't know what he was going to ask but I knew I would tell him anything. It was surreal. I felt incredibly close to him and our connection took my breath away.
"Are you playing with yourself?' He asked and my pulse quickened. I couldn't believe how far we'd come so fast nor how badly I wanted him.
"Maybe," I giggled coyly. I was smiling inside and out and I was positively giddy. I used two of my fingers in a vee to surround the hood of my clit and then pulled back to expose the sensitive nub while my thumb rubbed it, sending shock waves through my body. It felt amazing and John's deep, sexy voice intensified the sensations coursing through my needy and restless body.
"Say it Tara, tell me what you are doing," he pressed and the hairs on the back of my neck rose to attention. My body was humming and my breathing deepened.
"I'm playing with my pussy," I sighed. I felt my cheeks warm and flush and my legs began to quiver. I had never had phone sex before, not even with Bob when he was traveling, and I wasn't sure what I should do or say. I just followed John's lead.
"Does it feel good?" He asked knowingly and I moaned.
"It feels so good John, I've never done anything like this."
"Are you wet Tara?"
"I am dripping," I panted as my breathing began to labor and the first waves of pleasure began to lap at my trembling body.
"Are you going to cum for me?" John asked and I moaned loudly. For him.
"Yes, I'm cumming Baby," I cried out. I was cumming for him. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet so good and so right. "Fuck yes."
"That's it Baby Girl," John said in a soothing, sexy tone. He sounded like Barry White at his best and his words were singing to me. "Cum for me Baby Girl Cum for Daddy."
"Oh God," I cried out as my back arched upwards, thrusting my pulsating pussy into the air. My entire body tensed and I moaned wantonly from the ferocity of my climax. The phone slipped from my hand and my eyes rolled back as I rode the waves of ecstasy until I slumped back onto the bed and reached for my phone.
"Oh my God John," I panted in the aftermath of my orgasm. My hair was damp with sweat and the scent of my arousal filled the air. "I've never done that before."
My chest heaved and I continued to run my fingers over my saturated labia as I bathed in the afterglow of my first climax with anyone but Bob in over three decades. I felt simultaneously sated and hungry for more.
"That was hot Tara," John praised. "Your whimpers and moans made me rock hard."
"Mmm," I purred as I pictured his big black cock. I wanted him badly. "Stoke it for me."
"I am," he replied in a velvety smooth voice. "my hand is moving slowly up and down my lubricated shaft picturing you, naked and ready in my bed."
His image was perfect and I dipped two fingers inside my soaking wet pussy as I moaned softly. "I wish I was there with you Baby," I said in a low, throaty tone as the fire inside me began to rage anew. We continued this back and forth until both of us had climaxed and then we had a long talk about what was happening. I made it clear that I was extremely attracted to him but I was not ready to do anything in real life and so began my first internet and phone relationship with Big John.
<To be Continued>
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