Two Sides to Every Story. Pt 1
Martin's version of events:
It was the second Saturday of January and the night of my wife's belated work Christmas party and she'd texted me 40 minutes before to say she was ready to leave and could I drop her friend Jody off too. Now I'd been waiting in the cold 15 minutes with no sign of her; but I recognised a couple of people smoking outside Ruby's Slipper; a trendy bar at the opposite end of the piazza. Should I text her or not? Eventually I spotted her and Jody staggering out the front door, sandwiching a beefy black guy who had his arms around both women' hips.
'Hmmmm' I thought as I realised it was Rod, a deputy manager at the Department Store she worked in. He'd always seemed OK when I'd met him in the store, but Toni had eluded to his reputation among the younger women who worked there in her regular debriefings of her week at work.
The closer they got the more I could see my wife giggling as he whispered in her ear, then I saw his hands clearly grab both her and Jody's boobs. Toni left it there a good few seconds before she slapped it away.
Drunkenly and not realising I could see them, the trio stopped and her black Deputy Manager turned to Jody and gave her a lingering goodnight/Christmas kiss, then turned back to my 41 year old wife and leaned in for the same. She avoided him on his first sweep then following a quick look around, let him kiss her full on the lips.
My heart sank and my anger rose; but after counting to 10 I got out of the car, then waved and shouted "Over here.... Toni! Over here!"
My curvaceous wife looked around and finally her eyes alighted on mine and she waved back, but if I wasn't mistaken Rod pulled the women in even tighter as he flashed a big arrogant smile at me and had another squeeze of her tit.
Toni, pulled free but he playfully held onto her arm, whimpering "Don't go!" but she stumbled into my arms.
Jody on the other hand looked too drunk to make a cognitive decision, as Rod began guiding her away, "Come on back to the party babe; let's me and you have a dance and a good time ..... it'll make Rod happy if we have another dance."
I couldn't stop myself and stepped forward taking Jody's arm and using a minimum of force pulled her free and told her to get in the car.
The young black gym-bunny looked bemused and took a step towards me; "You don't want to do that fella!" I grunted and raised one hand and pointed it at him as I made a fist with the other hand.
"Come on Babe .... come back." He arrogantly continued as Jody looked ever more confused.
"Martin! What are you doing?" My wife screamed, "Stop that!"
Rod took another step forward and this time I adopted 'the stance' that showed I meant business with both hands now in fists. "She's a married woman and pissed .... and WE are taking her home ... now step back big boy or it's not going to have a happy ending for you."
As drunk as he was the look in his eyes told me he didn't fancy his chances with me, although he had a couple of pounds on me looking a bit like a stocky middle-weight but this wasn't my first rodeo; although not for quite a few years.
"Okay man .... cool it ... cool it." He smiled as he raised his hands as if in surrender as two more men from their party approached us, "I'm a a lover not a fighter" Rod tried to diffuse the situation as my wife became borderline hysterical.
"Are you okay Rod?" a guy I half recognised from the store slurred; "Oh ...it's you Mart .... what's going on?"
"Nothing" I spat out through gritted teeth, my fists now turning white around the knuckles. "Nothing ... nothing .... we are cool .... aren't we?" Rod mumbled as he still tried to make sense of the situation that was rapidly going down hill for him.
"Away you go" I shushed him away with my hands, and he slowly turned and walked towards the bar with Gavin and the other lad.
Experience told me not to turn my back on him, so I slowly stepped backwards to my car, where my wife was cradling her wailing young friend.
"What was all that about." She hissed as she tried to get the uncoordinated Jody into the back seat. "Well?" She glared.
"That was all wrong." I morally defended myself as we got into the car. "look at her .... do you think she's capable of fighting him off? And she's only been married five minutes!"
"It's none of your bloody business though .... my God .... I work with him .... Oh God I will have to apologise on Monday."
"APOLOGISE? Don't you fu...... dare!" I growled as we drove through the neon streets. "Look at her ....just look at her!" Toni turned to see Jody trying to send a text on her upside down phone which then fell on the floor to a look of total bemusement.
"I don't bloody care .... she's a big girl and Rod would have looked after her." "Look after her? Don't be so naïve .... her knickers would have been around her ankles before I'd started the engine."
"Don't be Corse .... Rod's not like that."
I turned towards her and knew it was a losing battle, so the rest of the journey was in icy silence until we arrived at Jody's flat where her young husband met us at the door as I half carried his gorgeous wife up the path.
The frosty atmosphere continued the following day, which wasn't helped by my wife's hangover.
I had a sales meeting at HQ on the Monday morning which necessitated a 6am start and I had appointments across the Southern part of my region over the next couple of days which meant I would be away from home until Thursday .... as usual.
Toni's Version
I've never really been a 'party girl' and now at 41 I much prefer a nice meal with friends than being bumped and bored in a noisy pub; but this year our works Christmas Party, while later than usual was great fun; starting with a meal in an Italian restaurant then taking over a large back room in one of the city's coolest bars, Ruby's Slipper with a wicked disco.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed as much and danced too; mostly with female friends but a couple of younger colleagues moved in which was very flattering, and while he'd flitted around like the Social Butterfly he was, my department head, the dapperly dressed Rod sort of commandeered my young friend Jody and I late in the evening; flirting outrageously and buying us colourful cocktails.
When we danced he was very 'feely touchy' which shouldn't have been a surprise as at work he's very tactile, touching your arm or sometimes your waist or hip when talking to you; especially when he wants a job doing, then he uses a catchphrase "Do you want to make Rod happy?" which would be accompanied by a cheeky smile and a squeeze of the hip or arm, which always gave him what he wanted ... work wise at least.
As the party went on after midnight I texted my husband for him to collect me and take my recently married friend Jody home too; but Rod kept insisting on 'one more dance' which became a little bit too intimate, especially with Jody, who turned away from him and 'twerked' her rear end into his groin. I knew my husband wouldn't be happy at waiting, but this was too much fun.
Eventually I grabbed Jody when I thought Rod wasn't looking and tried to sneak out, only for him to find us and insist on walking us to our 'taxi'.
As we did he put his arms around us and pulled us against him; then whispered "Come on ladies; stay and have some fun .....then we can go back to my place and have a sexy threesome!"
Jody purred, "Oooohhh." but I slapped his hand and laughed, "you can get those ideas out of your mind right now!"
Rod laughed then squeezed my boob, which I have to admit I quite enjoyed as I presumed he thought I was too old for such nonsense, leaving it there for a little bit too long for a married woman of my age!
"Come on Tone .... Jody's up for it .... kissy kissy, sucky sucky..... fucky fucky! Aren't you Jode?"
"Mmmm" she purred trying to concentrate on standing upright.
"No! I've told you .... get those thoughts out of your mind right now mister!" I uttered .... but laughed at his cheek just as he squeezed my boob again.
"Do I get a Christmas kiss then?" Without waiting for a reply he stuck his tongue right down my friends' throat then turned to me, and gave me a salacious grin before kissing me in a way I'd never been kissed before; making me go weak at the knees.
"Are you really sure you won't come back for a threesome?" He grinned, "we can take your cab."
Just then I heard my husband calling me .... which was a relief, as I was a tiny bit tempted.
"That's not a taxi ... that's my husband." I said giving him an 'old fashioned look.' Thinking I'd 'won' Rod chuckled, "He's welcome to watch."
I broke away to greet my husband but he'd seen something I hadn't and stepped between us and pulled Jody away from Rod, telling him angrily to let her go. The next few seconds were a drunken blur as Martin and Rod faced off as if they were going to fight for Jody's honour or something.
I remember screaming for them to stop, in case my husband hit my Manager, and knowing him it wouldn't just be one punch, although I thought those days were behind him now.
The kerfuffle ended and we got in the car and I lost my temper telling him that 'he had embarrassed me' and 'I didn't know if I could show my face at work again' then the tipping point was when I told him that I would 'have to apologise for his behaviour.'
He wasn't happy, and we barely spoke for the rest of the journey or the next day; partly because I was embarrassed at his behaviour but also because he had saved Jody from making a huge a mistake; but obviously I couldn't admit to that, could I?
Martin's Version
I was still pretty pissed off at my wife's behaviour and huff from Saturday night, so we barely spoke all day Sunday, I left to play golf before she got out of bed and I arrived home just as our daughter and her boyfriend arrived for lunch. They stayed till about six, then I went to organise things for the following week's travels, watched a bit of TV in stony silence then I went to bed about 9. My brain was in overdrive as I drove to HQ on Monday morning, and pretty much the rest of the day until I got to my hotel. As usual I checked and responded to my e-mails, then phoned Toni at about 7.30 before going down to the the restaurant for dinner then returning to my room for a couple of hours surfing porn and a nice cheeky wank. The phone conversation was a bit strained but I didn't ask if she had apologised on my behalf, presuming she would have done.... but life goes on.
My wife is still damn gorgeous in my eyes and we made love every week, sometimes twice if I was lucky. Sex was as good as it ever was, I would make her cum every time by licking her, then depending on her mood, fuck her missionary style or doggy. Judging by conversations with friends and relatives over the years I always had the feeling that I got more than most.
When I arrived home on Thursday night, the mood had defrosted and we had a convivial meal before I checked my e-mails and about 9pm we settled down to watch TV.
As usual I went to the pub with friends on Friday night and when I returned home Toni was already in bed, but still awake, so I made 'my move' - massaging her back, then running my hand between her chest and arm so I could caress her 34DD tits, then as soon as her nipples hardened we kissed, then I kissed my way South until I got to her 'honey pot' which I licked and sucked until she came with a shaking orgasm, which wasn't that unusual, but she hadn't had one like that for a while. She kept her legs wide apart which I took to mean I was being invited to fuck her; and I did, although got a bit of a surprise when she wrapped her legs around me and greeted every thrust with one of her own, which turned me on a little bit too much and I barely lasted two minutes before squirting my load in her sweet pussy. The following evening and we went out with two other couples for a meal after my golf game, then went back to Gary and Lynn's for a 'nightcap' or two which meant we got home about one.
I was lying in bed when Toni walked in naked as usual from the bathroom; she really was a sexy woman and I felt a stirring in my loins; so following a quick kiss, we spooned and I cheekily nudged it between her bum cheeks, which made her squirm a little then grind on my dick. I took this to be a positive move, so caressed her tits, kissed her then moved down to her pussy which was very, very moist .... much wetter than usual but down to work I went and in under two minutes Toni began shaking and had a very noisy orgasm. Again, not totally unusual .... but noticeable none the less.
"Do you want to turn over?" I asked; hoping for some doggy action, and she smiled and obliged. Before poking my cock in I stroked her voluptuous arse and thighs and even stroked her wet kitty, which made her purr.
My cock slid in very easily (too easily with hindsight) and I banged away as hard as possible while watching in the wardrobe mirror; and much quicker than usual I felt my balls tighten and I spurted deep inside my wife's pussy.
I couldn't be totally sure but it sounded like a sigh from my wife and she then said something I couldn't hear.
"What was that?" I panted as I dismounted and flopped down beside her gasping for breath.
"Good." I said "Good." My wife muttered as she got out of bed to clean herself in the bathroom, then turned and smiled, "Good." She repeated.
Sunday was Sunday, I played golf in the morning and our daughter and her boyfriend arrived for lunch and stayed until about six. Toni watched some quizzes then 'semi-famous people dancing' or similar nonsense while I prepared my workload for the next few days when again I would be staying away until Thursday.
It would have been asking too much to have sex three nights in a row, so after a kiss on the cheek we went to sleep, back to back, although she seemed a bit restless.
Toni's Version
I was mortified by my husband's action on the Saturday night, threatening and even attempting to fight my boss and friend Rod. I'd not seen this side of him for many years and never ever, when he was sober.
He buggered off playing golf the next morning which made me even angrier, as when he came home it was a few minutes after my daughter and her boyfriend arrived for Sunday lunch. She's no fool and sensed 'an atmosphere' as the afternoon progressed but I shooed away her delicate questioning when we were alone.
Even after they left Martin hid himself away in his office for an hour or so and by then it was virtually bedtime, so I was left still simmering.
The following day, Monday was busy on our department with a new stock delivery arriving meaning 'all hands to the tiller'; but even allowing for that I sensed Rod was avoiding me; even going as far as having his lunch in his office with the door closed.
About an hour before the store closed I was leaving the storeroom as he entered.
"Hello stranger." I greeted him. "I'm sorry .... have I missed something?" Rod responded coldly. "Have you been avoiding me?" "Avoiding you?" He pretended to look puzzled, "I don't think so .... but perhaps the threat of your husband hitting me if I spoke to you may have been in the back of my mind."
"Shit! About that ..... I'm really really sorry." I whimpered, suddenly tearing up. "He hasn't been like that for years .... I don't know what got into him." "Was it because I'm black?" He asked as icily as possible.
"Woah! Not at all .... he genuinely thought he was protecting Jody because she was so drunk." "Protecting?" "Yes .... you were very insistent that she stayed and Mart became all father-ish ....no more and no less!"
"OK." He nodded. "Look Rod, I'm really sorry Mart behaved the way he did .... it was embarrassing and ....well, I don't want to .... you know ... spoil our .... 'friendship' here, what can I do to 'make you happy'?" I teased, turning his catchphrase back on him.
"OK, I'll think about it ... no.... we're OK .... I was just .... never mind, as long as we are still friends." He smiled then put his arms out, "I will think of some way you can make me happy then" he continued as I put the box I was carrying down and reciprocated with a long and warm hug, followed by him kissing me on the cheek.
"Are you OK?" Kathy asked when I re-entered the shop-floor, "you look a little flushed?"
"Oh...." I pondered, "I must be getting too old for those stairs."
Later when I was getting my coat from my locker, Rod appeared out of nowhere, "You live out Ockleford way, don't you?"
"Yes the estate behind the big school, why?" "I've got to pick something up from a friend over that way ... do you want a lift; or does your Master meet you from the bus stop?"
I screwed my face up, "Don't go there .... anyway he's working away for a few days." I mistakenly admitted.
"See you in the car park then" he winked and grinned mischievously.
As I said 'Goodnight' to a couple of colleagues I had mixed emotions about getting a lift home from Rod. I'd worked with him for nearly four years and thought of him as a friend, but what with his 'reputation' I had a pang of anxiety and, dare I say it .... excitement, too, although at my age I was pretty sure he didn't think of me 'in that way' as his reputation was very much with his attraction for younger women.
I was already next to his car when he appeared, "You're keen." he winked and grinned as he pressed the dabber to open the BMW doors.
I curled my lip in response, but got into his luxurious if rather old and worn car.
We were hardly out of the car park when he began questioning me about my husband and marriage, nothing too deep, but cheeky questions with a bit of flirting involved, which was no surprise after all these years.
"So, if he's away are you going to invite me in for a coffee or something?" He laughed, then stroked my thigh under my official grey skirt.
"No!" I laughed as I pushed his hand away. "What would the neighbours think?" Still laughing and still pushing his large 'wandering hand' away.
"That you had a handsome young lover?" "You think something about yourself!" I teased back.
"I tell you what," he pondered, "if you're not going to invite me in how about we pop in here for a drink?" As we got near a country pub that I hadn't been in for years.
He parked around the back near a wall and a minute later we were at the bar. He bought me a 'large' G&T and he had a bottle of lager.
The bar was large and pretty empty with a few families in the restaurant. As we sat in a secluded corner I hardly noticed him wrap his muscular arm around my shoulder. His inquisition continued in a flirty way, eventually asking probing questions about my sex life if my husband worked away so much.
I was as vague as possible, but the drink on an empty stomach and his powerful aura made me accidentally confess "I have my ways."
His hand went back to my thigh as he whispered, "I'd love to watch you play with yourself .... do you use toys?"
"Oh my God!" I gasped realising what he'd just said, and forgetting his hand was stroking my thigh. "That's none of your bloody business!"
"I'll take that as a yes, then." He chuckled as a finger touched my pubic area through my tights and knickers.
"Stop that!" I hissed and pulled his hand away, "I'd better go."
"Before what?" He softly chuckled, "You turn into a pumpkin or before you give in and have a bit of fun?"
"I'm going!"
"Okay." He smiled again and handed me my coat as I stood up.
We walked to the car in silence but exchanged a few glances that probably gave him ideas above his station.
Inside the car he turned the radio on, but not the engine. Before I could say anything he wrapped his arm around my shoulder again and with a finger from his other hand touched my chin and turned my face towards him.
I really didn't know what to think or do as he directed my head towards his and he kissed me ..... kissed me in a way I'd never been kissed before, the type of kiss that makes you go weak at the knees.
His lips covered mine and he KISSED ME .... I tried to respond in like; but he was very forceful and passionate, touching my lips with his tongue then sliding it past them until it nearly filled my mouth, making my chest heave.
Speaking of which, I was so engrossed in the kiss I hadn't noticed him caressing my breast through my blouse then when I didn't respond negatively, he deftly unbuttoned the blouse from neck to navel although I was still wearing my winter coat, then slid his hand inside to cup my boob over my bra.
What was I doing? What was I letting him do?
By now he had twisted onto his side and had pulled me into a similar position, still French kissing me and was now popping my middle aged and floppy boob out of the cup .... and I still made no motion to stop him.
Eventually Rod broke our kiss leaving my panting for breath then dipped his head and began suckling my tingling nipple.
"Oh my God .... what am I doing?" I panted as his free hand returned to my thighs, trying to part them, but I resisted.
Still sucking on my boob, he continued stroking my thighs after pulling my skirt to my hips.
"No Rod .... stop .... stop please." I panted.
"You said you wanted to make me happy," He sexily chuckled, puling my coat off then then pushed my bra strap off my shoulder and pulled my other boob out of its cup .... with no resistance from me, it's sad to say.
He pulled me to him and French Kissed me again as he played with my floppy 34DD's .... in a way my husband never had.
"Take your tights off." He coolly asked.
"No... no... I can't .... I'm married .... I'm not like that .... you know I'm not." I gabbled, trying not to cry but doing nothing about covering my boobs.
"OK, but you're not going to leave me like this with blue balls are you?" Rod took my hand and placed it on his groin.
"Bloody Hell!" I gasped and tried to recoil my hand, but he held it firmly in place then slowly moved it along, what was obviously his erection and the likes of which I'd never seen before .... which was no surprise as I'd only had one other lover before marrying.
"Come on ..... you aren't really going to leave me like this? Are you?" He repeated.
As he let my hand go I shook my head, but couldn't stop staring at the lump in his trousers.
"Let's see if this changes your mind." Rod grinned and unzipped his trousers then slowly teasingly raising his hips and pulled them down to his knees, leaving the 'lump' on show beneath his tight, white pants.
My chest was heaving and my mouth had gone dry as he took my hand again and placed it back on the lump.
"Shit .... is that real?" I stupidly asked.
"You'd better believe it," he coyly replied, "and there's more if you really want it."
He then pushed my hand along the 'lump' making me breathe heavily.
"Take it out and get a proper look." I now had my hand on it without his help, but shook my head.
Rod chuckled then cupped my boob again as he pushed a thumb in the waist band of his pants, then teasingly pulled them down until his big fat cock popped out as if on a spring.
"Jesus Christ!" I gasped at the size of it, as it dwarfed my husbands in length and girth.
Rod was now tugging on his cock as he nonchalantly jiggled my boobs and played with my nipples.
"Come on ..... don't fucking leave me with blue balls." He grinned as he took my hand and pressed it against the rubbery shaft.
"What do you want?" I nervously inhaled as he gently guided my fingers around it.
"A wank and a blow hob if you're not dropping your knickers." He now sounded a bit exasperated. "That's if you really want to make me happy and forget about your husband wanting to smash my face in."
"Oh." I gasped, "I've never ... oh no ... Oh shit .... never .... you know?"
"You haven't what?" He replied quizzically.
"You know." I repeated as my fingers remained gripping his shaft which actually grew another inch before my very eyes.
"What? Wanked somebody or sucked their cock?" He laughed with an air of incredulity.
"Both .... either." I confessed.
"You're fucking kidding?" He looked at me straight eyeball to eyeball, "Seriously? You've never sucked him off.... ever?"
I meekly shook my head.
It was true. My husband had intimated that I should a few times when we were younger, over the years but I was very naïve and worried he'd either pee on me or cum on me or in or worse still, actually in my mouth .... neither of which appealed. So, in recent years he'd sort of given up, even though after hearing girls at work talk about such things I felt I'd like to try again; but after 20 years or so .... it wasn't my way to instigate sex.
"Fucking Hell! Never?" I shook my head. "I'll teach you then .... he can thank me later." Rod cackled.
With his hand covering mine which was still wrapped around his thick rubbery shaft, he grinned then firmly told me, "Me me happy, Kiss it .... kiss the knob."
A shiver went down my back, but I nervously shuffled in my seat then bent forwards and did as he commanded, tentatively kissing his cockhead.
"Ooh," he purred, "now kiss it up and down," we both moved our hands clear and again, I did as told, gently kissing the young black mans' cock from tip to balls and back again.
"Good girl." he laughed, patting me subserviently on the head. "Now, kiss the tip and then down the shaft to my balls again.
My chest was heaving with slutty excitement as I kissed his swelling cock.
"Mmmmm, now lick the knob and then down my shaft." Without a second thought for my husband I automatically pushed out my saliva covered tongue and circled his brown velvety knob, than longingly down the tight skin on his shaft that was now rock hard and a good two inches longer than when I'd first seen it ten minutes previously.
"Mmmmmm... that's gooood..... oh Toni baby! ....keep doing that." I did; alternating with sexy kisses too. "Now cover my knob with your mouth and take as much in as you can." He smirked as he tapped it against my nose and chin.
I was hungry for his shiny black cock now and eagerly covered it with my mouth until I couldn't get any more in, "Now suck on it ..... up and down .... up and down." It seemed so natural as I did just that, as he wrapped his hand around it and began wanking it into my mouth as I sucked and licked the bulbous cockhead.
"You're a quick learner" Rod sighed as I stopped sucking to kiss and lick his long thick cock again, then back to sucking on it. All I wanted to do was 'make him happy' without a care in the world, not even worrying that he might pee on me or, worse still cum while I was sucking him, I just wanted to make him happy.
I could feel a strange heat and tingle in my nether regions as I performed my first ever blowjob while Rod roughly squeezed and occasionally slapped my dangling boobs as his wanking became faster, which I was strangely enjoying.
"Oh you horny fucker ..... what has Martin been missing all these years?" He cackled as he cupped the back of my head and wanked even faster into my mouth, making me unable to suck him, he was so fast.
"Uh ....uh...huh... HUH.!" Rod grunted and my worst fear came to fruition as he spunked into my mouth and I was unable .... and probably unwilling.... to pull my head away. I'd probably only ever seen my husband cum two or three times in all our years together and wasn't prepared for how much Rod was firing into my mouth then onto my boobs then back in my mouth and still more cum oozed out, I had no choice but to swallow it as he held my head firmly in place.
"Seriously .... whys he never made you suck him off .... you're a fucking natural cocksucker .... if he doesn't want it .... I will take his fucking place pronto." He gasped while gulping for air and draining the last squirt over my cheek.
I took the opportunity to move back into an upright position, with some of his cum still coating my tongue and running down my face. The smell of sex and spunk was intoxicating as it filled the car.
My first reaction was to spit it out, but there was nowhere to do that so, but after already swallowing what felt like half a pint, I naughtily swallowed the remnants too. Contrary to popular myth there wasn't any discernable taste as such, and it felt 'creamier' than I'd have expected.
"Fuck!" He grinned as he looked at me, "you're a fucking swallower.... who knew you were that dirty? You just gets better and fucking better!"
Without another word I shamefully looked away and reorganised my boobs, bra and blouse; but was still very conscious of that weird and very sexy feeling between my legs.
"Are you okay?" Rod asked, stroking my shoulder length hair, "Are we okay babe?"
I nodded confirmation as I fastened the last two buttons then used a tissue to wipe his cum from my face, then put the wet paper in my pocket. "That was fucking amazing .... you are a fucking natural if you've never sucked Martin off before ..... did you enjoy it?"
I stared ahead as I pulled my coat on and rather too late, wrapped it around me hiding my boobs (as I was painfully aware my nipples were still poking through the material.)
"Did you?" He probed again; "Fuck Toni .... you did, I know you did .... fuck you got well into it!"
"What if I did .... 'enjoy' it." I rasped, "There's a first time for everything .... and that's what that was .... don't get any ideas, that was my first and last time .... now take me home ... well, the end of the street."
Rod started the engine and pulled out of the pub car park as a couple of cars entered; thankfully missing my 'show.'
There's a shop at the opening to our housing estate and I made sure he dropped me off there, after checking no one who knew me was around. As I took my seat-belt off he took my arm and pulled me back towards him; "I hope I get a kiss goodnight." He chortled, and before I knew it we were kissing again, until he sharply pulled away, fanning his mouth and grimacing before laughing out loud, "Ugh .... spunky breath!"
I was shocked and stunned, but he just laughed .... "Only kidding."
With no further ado I got out of the car and didn't look back. My head was racing as I couldn't believe what I'd just done, and with a young black colleague at that.
As soon as I walked into the house the phone began ringing. I picked it up and it was my husband; right on time .... as he's a man of habit.
We chatted about his day and what looked to be in the post, with hardly a mention of what I'd got up to in my day .... which was good, although he did ask if I had apologised to Rod after he'd expressly told me not to. "I've hardly seen him today .... I think he was avoiding me." I half lied, as it had been true for half a day.
"Well don't." He grunted and our conversation fizzled to a close as usual with him mumbling about having to go down to the restaurant then he would be 'doing work stuff' on the computer all night, which I always presumed was code for watching porn.
My lie had come all to easily making me feel even more guilty about my actions in Rod's car. With my boobs still smeared with the young man's cum, I needed a shower before making dinner. I've never really been one for masturbation; I don't know why but even before getting married I rarely imbibed; but once in the hot shower and the soapy bubbles cleaning the sweat and jizz off my boobs I got a definite tingle between my legs and tried to wash it away with my sponge, but that just made it worse and I found myself pressed against the shower glass frantically rubbing my clit with two firm fingers, while roughly squeezing my floppy boobs, just like my co-worker had done while I was sucking his cock and two minutes later I was shaking with a marvellous self-induced orgasm ... which made my legs shake and leaving me sliding down the glass until I was sitting in the basin as the hot water cascaded onto my heaving tits .....so much for feeling guilty.
Shocked; but smiling at the memory of performing oral sex on a young black man and so publicly too, I put on my pyjamas and went back downstairs for my evening meal.
Later in bed I couldn't get the images of Rod's huge black cock out of my head and no matter how hard I rubbed, couldn't bring myself to a second orgasm, leaving me very frustrated until I went downstairs and retrieved the soiled tissue. I took a sniff and it smelled of 100% pure sex. I climbed back into bed and draped it over my nose as I roughly squeezed my tits then holding it in place used my free hand to deliriously rub my clit and occasionally finger myself until I had another screeching orgasm that left me shaking.
The following day Rod was back to his normal convivial and tactile self, flirting outrageously not just with me, but the others on the shop floor; always asking if one of us "wanted to make Rod happy," before selecting someone to do a task and it appeared that we all did, which got me wondering who else he'd seduced like he had me.
At about 4pm I was in the corridor when he signalled me to come into his office.
"Is lover-boy away again tonight?" He cheekily grinned. "He just might be." I tried to hide my smile. "Do you want to go for a quick drink and a lift home?"
I answered a touch to quickly, "can do."
"I will get it primed then." He winked, which made me coltishly glare at him.
The last hour dragged by in anticipation of what may or may happen again.
Rod was already in his car when I got there. As we pulled out of the car park his left hand went straight onto my knee then slid under my dress, and this time I waited for him to get to my upper thigh before I stopped him.
"Tights again?" He smiled and sighed. "Of course .... what else would I wear at work?" "I thought you might be a 'stockings' kinda gal." He winked as we slowly drove out of town.
"What do you mean by that?" "Classy? Sexy? ..... yeh, you're classy and sexy and chicks like that tend to wear stockings." He dug himself out of that hole! "I used to wear them, but not for years I suppose. Tights are far more comfortable." "But not half as sexy though." He winked as he picked up speed on the dual carriageway.
Ten minutes and some very stilted flirting we were at the same pub and he parked in the same secluded spot.
"A drink?" "Yes please."
It was soon apparent he was in more of a hurry to finish his drink tonight, but I supposed he'd put the hard work in the previous night and tonight he presumed I was a 'sure thing' .... which I was.
He finished his beer a few minutes before I'd finished my G&T, which sort of put me in charge, but I was just as horny as the young black stud, so when I'd drained the glass (for courage) he merely nodded his head towards the door and I responded by raising my eyebrows and smiling before loosely draping my coat over my shoulders.
This time he ushered me into the back seat and virtually pounced on me, kissing me even more passionately than the last time and his tongue filled my mouth, but this time I curled my own tongue around it, like he'd taught me to do with his cock, while he mauled my heaving breasts. In next to no time he'd unbuttoned my blouse and it was hanging on the back of the passenger seat alongside my bra!
Rod soon had me on my back sucking on my big tits, rubbing his face across them as well as licking and kissing my stiff nipples while his hand was up my skirt rubbing my pussy through two layers of nylon.
"I've waited fucking years to see these..... I never really thought you'd give them up .... they are fucking magnificent!" He panted between licks, sucks and kisses, "you have no idea how many hard-ons I've had thinking about sucking them."
Never having been in this position before my natural reaction was to just lie there and 'think of England' but there was something ennobling about being with a black lover that I made a grab for his cock through his trousers and wasn't disappointed .... as it was as long and thick as I'd remembered but not quite as hard, but I knew a new way of making that happen.
"Pull it out!" He gasped, rolling onto his side and breathing in, to allow me access.
It took quite a bit of fumbling as my hands were shaking, but I eventually unbuckled his belt and got his zip down without injuring him, and when I took hold of his pants waistband my eyes were on stalks.
My finger ran down his cock as I pulled his pants to his knees, and without a word from my young lover doubled over so I could kiss it. Although uncomfortable (for a woman my age) I grasped his shaft and began wanking it while sucking on his knob. Only when I saw my wedding ring as I curled my fingers up and down his hard shaft did I feel a pang of guilt .... then went back to sucking his big black cock.
"You horny fucker." Rod chuckled as he stroked my hair, "That's the way .... suck it baby... just like I taught you yesterday."
After a minute or so I had to sit upright then change position, with Rod lying along the back seat and me with one leg on the seat too and the other in the footwell, which allowed me full and comfortable access to his magnificent big black cock, which looked incredibly sexy with my white fingers wrapped around it tugging up and down into my mouth.
"That's it you dirty fucker .... suck it .... suck it!" Rod laughed, "You're fucking husband's missing a treat .... you being such a good fucking cocksucker!" "I fucking love married sluts like you." "Wrap your whoppers around it and give me a titty-wank," he kept grunting, and turning me on as he pushed my head back. I looked at him quizzically.
"Fuck me .... you haven't ever done a titty-wank?" I shook my head; but was keen to find out what he meant.
"Cup your whoppers around my cock and wank it with them."
I edged forward and did as he'd suggested, holding his hot black cock between my boobs.
"Spit on it .....Jiggle them!" He laughed again. "Lots of spit!" I did that and soon got into a very sexy rhythm that made his cockhead appear and disappear time and time again. Eventually when I ducked my head I could even kiss or lick the tip on upward strokes.
"My balls are fucking aching ..... get your knickers off."
I genuinely wasn't expecting that, as I was hoping for another mouthful of his cum.
Still with his cock in-between my huge tits, I shook my head, "no .... not here .... but you can do what you did last night .... in my mouth."
"Okay," he grinned, "but I gotta warn you there'll be a lot cos I didn't have a wank this morning and I've been thinking of this every time I've watched you bend over today."
I unshackled his cock from my tits and began vigorously sucking and wanking his big black cock, winding my fingers around it then tugging it viciously like the wanton slut that he was turning me into.
"Come on you dirty cunt ..... faster ... faster." He hissed as he began bucking his powerful hips while I took nearly half in my mouth as I furiously wanked the rest while cupping and shaking his massive balls.
I was in ecstasy as he forced his thickness further into my mouth with his forceful face fucking as I tried my utmost to make him cum with my just like the previous night.
"Oh FUCK ..... Toni .... I'm cumming .... I'm cumming!" I gripped his cock tighter as I speeded up wanking him until my hand was a blur, then following a primeval grunt I felt him jerk then a string of his cum hit my tonsils and groaning like dying beast he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it even further onto his cock which seemed to be erupting like a sexual volcano.
We stayed joined cock-to mouth for a few seconds until he emptied the last of his seed and slowly leaned back, withdrawing his wilting cock from my mouth, then rubbed it across my nose and cheeks with a huge grin on his face.
"Fucking Hell Toni .... I can't believe you'd never sucked a cock until last night." he sighed as I licked the tip of his knob.
"Honest." I smiled and did a 'stations of the cross' "It's not that I didn't want to ... really ... but ...." then I shrugged my shoulders.
"And your husband doesn't know that you're a secret slut?"
I scowled at the use of the word 'slut' .... but what else was I? So I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders again.
"is he home tomorrow?" Rod asked as he pulled his pants up.
"Thursday night." I nonchalantly replied. "It's your day off tomorrow, isn't it?" I nodded as I adjusted my bra as if it was the most common thing in the world.
"Do you want to come around my place .... and do this properly?"
To be honest I was shocked. "I don't know .... I might ... might have stuff to do." I mumbled.
For some unfathomable reason my brain didn't seem to think oral sex in the back of a car wasn't 'really cheating' but intercourse would be.
"Come on ..... I really, really want to fuck you and it really, really would make me happy." he playfully begged than pouted.
I was now fastening my blouse and seriously tempted.
"You can put your best skimpies on, stockings and shit and I'll fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before .... trust me." He smirked while waggling his cock.
I was sure that would be the case; but still ..... this was more than enough for me and my conscience.
As we got out of the back of his car he pulled me to him and kissed me deep and longingly, regardless of just filling my mouth with his cum, then slid his hand up my skirt and squeezed and stroked my covered pussy.
"You're fucking soaking." He coldly looked into my eyes, "If you're not coming around tomorrow for a fuck I might just bend you over the car and fuck you now .... you know you want it.
It was patently true, and as tempting as it might be getting done doggy style al fresco I mumbled; "OK, Tomorrow .... OK... I will." and meet you "Good girl..... I will text my address."
We followed the same pattern as the previous night and again I walked in the house just as the phone rang.
I hung my coat up and answered ... it was my husband of course, making sure that I was at home .... alone. I doubted he didn't 'trust' me, but he was a creature of habit and a borderline control freak. We had our regular chat about his day and a particularly awkward client, then what he thought he would have for his evening meal because the menu looked interesting.
Totally unknown to him. I had my free hand inside my knickers feeling how wet my pussy was and sniffing the tissue from the previous night, wondering if I dared go to Rod's flat the following day and if I did what would I wear. Did I even still have any stockings? I'd have to check.
"Toni ... are you still there?" He raised his voice. "Yeh ... yes." I garbled, "sorry I was just looking at the letters that have arrived ... one looks important."
"Does it look like a cheque?" "No." "Anyway ..." he continued with some self-pitying account of a different client, I think, then told me he'd have to go as he'd booked a table for 7.45, not even thinking to ask if I'd sucked a black man's cock to a fulfilling and sloppy completion and perhaps even swallowed his load. Some men, huh?
This time in the shower I deliberately concentrated on my swollen pussy as well as my boobs and actually managed two orgasms .... something I'd never ever done one after the other before.
After putting my pyjamas on I searched my drawers and couldn't find anything suitable for an extra-marital tryst, so decided on a trip to a lingerie shop I was aware of in the next town in the morning.
tbc
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