Her Husband Cheated, She Got Even With BBC.
'Imagine that,' she was thinking. 'I cheated on my husband with my husband.'
by EroticWriter
Note to my readers: I wrote this story years ago, and now I have re-written it to better match this site. I didn't bother with quotation marks this time. I think it flows pretty well.
A couple, the Johnston's, were invited to a swanky costume party being held by her husband's law firm and at the big swanky home of one of the three business partners who owned the firm. The firm employed well over one hundred in a multi-story building downtown, and they had invited in others who worked for firms they dealt with to come as well.
It was an R.S.V.P. Event and the response indicated that there would be a couple of hundred in attendance.
The Mrs., a very attractive lady of 35, got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband protested her not going, saying that it would be good for his career to be seen there with his wife, but she argued that with masks, who would know anyhow and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed.
Honey, she said, there's no need for me to spoil your fun by me not going. So he took his costume and away he went.
Mrs. Johnston, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awakened without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party. Since her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. She joined the party, was handed a drink, and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice woman he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.
She finished her drink, and then another as she watched her husband from a distance. Finally, she decided to make her move. She sidled up to him and she being a rather seductive babe, he left his current partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new babe that had just arrived.
On the dance floor she let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband. He was trying to talk to her and the sounds were being muffled by both his mask and hers, so she got close to his ear and trying to disguise her voice, asked him to keep his head close to her ear so she can understand him.
Finally, he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she again, disguising her voice, asked: You don't mind me being married?
Hell no he said laughing. So off they went to one of the bedrooms in the back to have a session. He turned on one low light beside the bed. As they both stripped, he removing his pants, her just her panties, their voices were muffled under their masks.
He wanted to unmask 'so they could kiss,' but still disguising her voice she refused, saying again that she was married and did not want to risk being recognized. He of course, went along, not realizing that it was his own wife. As a matter of fact, she added, my husband is here and I can't stay away from the party very long.
She could hear his muffled giggle under his mask when he said, 'that makes it more exciting for you, doesn't it?' She nodded, admitting that it was. Of course, he did not know in what way.
On the bed and side by side, he took time to prepare her, fondling her breasts under her costume and teasing her nipples. Wow, you have really nice tits.
'Yes, she thought, and you don't even recognize the feel of your own wife's breasts.'
His hand went to her nicely trimmed beaver, a normally hairy pussy she had trimmed just tonight, before getting ready for the party, and fortunately, her husband had not been aware because it was helping to hide her identity. He explored the outside for a couple of minutes before finally going in with his finger.
She moaned into her mask. Her husband was being more exciting than usual, probably because he thought he was having someone strange. She found this exciting too, despite the fact that her husband was 'cheating.'
"I'm ready mister. Put it in, please.'
Wanting to be sure to hide her identity, she resisted reaching down to aim him, something she always did at home.
He missed her hole on the first try, making her cry out. Sorry, he mumbled as he took aim again. This time he got it right, and as he entered her with his familiar stiffness she was wet and ready but she could feel her tightness clamping down on her husband's shaft, as always. He mumbled it under his mask, but she could make it out. Wow baby. Your pussy is so tight, really tight. Your husband is lucky to have you.
Knowing what he might like hearing, since she knew her husband was a bit sensitive about the size of his average penis, she lied. Your cock is a bit bigger than my husband's, that's why the fit is so tight.
Longer, thicker, or both?
Both. You feel good. I've never fucked anyone else besides my husband and this is very exciting for me. She knew that would really arouse him.
Wow. I like hearing that, he whispered into her mask. Makes this fuck all that much better. I love the feel of your pussy, especially now that I know I'm giving you more than your husband does.
Hearing that, knowing that her husband thought that he was getting a new and tight pussy, sent her body into overdrive as she began responding to his every move. Her legs went high around him and her fingers dug into his ass. It was quick and without kissing but she still managed to reach her orgasm, one that was quite intense. Better than usual, actually, as she dug her fingers into his ass.
He was right behind her and his cock grew really big and hard as he reached the peak. His orgasm into her seemed to last longer than usual as she felt his throbs, probably because he was liquored up.
He got off her pretty quick, after, probably because with those masks on, there could be no followup kissing.
Thank you, he said, giving her a hug while still lying side by side since they couldn't kiss.
And thank you, she answered back. That was my best fuck, ever. There, let him go off thinking he just gave someone else's wife a better fuck than her husband can.
Wanting to continue to be 'better than her husband,' he gave her breasts, both of them, some more feels under her costume. These are lovely breasts, he said, real handfuls.
They separated while still in the bedroom. He headed out, and she went into the bathroom to drain off her 'sins.' It took a while, because her husband seemed to have really dropped a load into her this time.
'Imagine that,' she was thinking. 'I cheated on my husband with my husband.'
In the front, she saw her husband once again dancing with other women and still copping his feels. Shit, you'd think, after that fuck, that he'd be satisfied.' She deliberately avoided her husband and decided that she would dance with other men while she kept an eye on him.
He saw her talking to a man as she was standing by the snack table and waved. She waved back but kept her distance. Things had loosened up now, and there was heavy drinking going on. She had just one more, because she needed to drive herself home and she knew her limits. Still, she was close to being inebriated.
'Maybe I had better wait a little while before driving.'
She decided to dance with other men. What was good for one was good for the other, she reasoned, but if these other men felt her up, she would make sure her husband did not see it. When she confronted him later, at home, she wanted to be sure that 'her hands were clean.'
Ten minutes went by. They had turned the lights on the dance floor low now, real low. The firm had hired a live band of course, and they were good, and fortunately, since so many were dancing, they were playing slow and romantic numbers.
As she danced her third dance with still another man, this time a tall man, he started talking to her and not having to disguise her voice this time, she leaned in close and said, put your mouth closer to my ear so I can hear you with these masks on. He did, and immediately went to her rear with his hands and when she did not protest he wasted no time asking if he could 'have his way with her' in the back or out in his car. 'I was watching you dancing with other men, and I can tell that you're hot.'
She politely refused, saying she's happily married. But he was right, she was turned on. The quickie with her husband had only succeeded in arousing her, despite her strong orgasm.
She danced a second dance with him, and he whispered in her ear that he was well hung, way bigger than most.' Normally she would have been disgusted by this and walked away, but now she found this intriguing. Still, she refused, again saying she is married and is not in the habit of cheating, no matter how 'interesting' the men were. She said 'interesting' rather than saying well hung or big.
He 'was' interesting, and she allowed him extra freedom to feel her ass by going up under her skirt in the back instead of just on the outside. It was dark and the crowd was tight around them. Under these conditions, no one could see their lower halves.
She danced close, laying her head on his shoulder as he ran his hands under her panties and over her ass cheeks. This was very romantic, she had to admit. She accepted a third dance, knowing full well this was getting dangerous for her. She had never cheated and he was becoming very tempting.
She kept allowing him his feels, all the while knowing that her telling him that she is happily married doesn't mean all that much if she is continuing to allow him to do his thing.
He said he is well hung, bigger than most. I've always wondered how another man might feel, especially if he's bigger. This time he immediately went further and asked her to give him a little feel. As he was saying that, he went around to her front, keeping his hand under her panties and stretching them as he went around her hip. Then he immediately stuck his finger onto her clit, which was hard.
He had asked her to give him a little feel, and she was allowing it. She was soaked, not just from any leftover husband but also because of this man. If he had any doubts about her being turned on, there was no mistaking it now.
As he penetrated with his finger, she gasped, but did not pull away, though she almost stopped moving on the floor. Then he whispered loud enough for her to hear, 'I meant me, give me a little feel.'
'Oh, he wants me to feel him.' He was inside her with his finger and stroking, so she reached down, expecting to feel an erection through his costume.
He has it out! She couldn't see it of course since it was dark and his penis was down between their closely pressed together bodies, but she could sure feel it.
He hadn't been exaggerating either about his size. Damn he's big! She spent that entire long number doing something she would never have done if her husband was not acting this way with other women. She had never seen or felt a strange man before, but somehow, this seemed to be the right thing to do. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she explored this strange penis, enjoying the feel of his length and thickness as she peeled the foreskin back, the size of the large knob on the end, which almost totally filled her hand, and yes, his warmth.
She almost asked him to take her into the back. Almost, but she was getting too close to stop now. She was giving him some intense stroking when her entire body shuddered as she quit moving her feet and climaxed, her first time ever from just having a finger in her. In the past, she had always needed some direct stimulation to her clitoris to achieve orgasm with a hand. Feeling that big hard cock at the same time must have done it.
She was holding onto him in order to keep from falling over the feeling had been so intense. Thankfully, perhaps because of being liquored up, he had not climaxed onto her costume as she continued to squeeze his cock.
Like that cock? I see what it did for you and it wasn't even in yet.
She was still holding it and she was breathing hard. Yes...it's a nice one.
Want to go off somewhere with me? It won't take long.
No. I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Like I said, I'm married. Faithfully married.
You want it though, don't you?
I've never been with any man other than my husband. So yes. I have to admit, your dick feels good in my hand and I'd like to see what it would feel like inside me, but I just can't do that.
I can understand that. So how's about just giving me a hand job? You know, finish me like I finished you.
She knew that she owes him at least that much. But where? Here? You'll make a mess. Still, she did want to make him cum, to feel his cock throbbing and watch it shooting a huge load she figured. But where?
Let's go into a bathroom.
Wait. She looked around. No husband present at the moment to see her.
She should perhaps not have done that, after all he could end up ****** her, but she agreed, and she allowed him to lead her down a hall, and when he tried a door, it was unlocked. She went in with him and he locked the door, and as the door closed a night light went on over the sink. Immediately he pressed up against her and grabbed her ass by the cheeks.
Want to take these masks off?
No. Absolutely not, at least not mine.
Take it out for me.
Now, she sensed, is the time when they should be making out first, as in kissing at least. But, these darned masks...
His zipper was still undone and she was able to reach in and tug it out. Already it was large in her hand and it was still semi-soft.
Now I'll play with your tits while you play with my dick. And before she could reply, he was under her costume and onto her tits with one hand. Nice baby. Real nice job nature did on these tits. Now jack me. He giggled, turn it loose for a minute.
She did and he turned his body so that his now firm cock was pointing over the sink. I'll just let it land in here.
Unseen under her costume, her eyes widened. The cock she had been holding, and the man who had just fingered her to an orgasm on the dance floor, was black! Not only was black, but is black because now she was alone with him in a bathroom, the bathroom of one of her husband's employers.
She looked at his hands to be sure, just in case his dick had a dark tan or something. His hands were black too, and she had not noticed on the dance floor. Of course it was really dark out there.
Though she was shocked at having gone this far with a black man, she kept her thoughts to herself so that this man would not think that she might have refused to dance and go into a bathroom with him had she known he was black. No, it was better to continue with what had been started. Still, thinking it might excite him, she decided to go with honesty.
I didn't know you are black until I saw your cock over the sink. It was always in the dark before then.
He laughed. You didn't know? Want to back out? I don't want you to feel like you are being tricked or ****** to fuck me.
Tricked? No, I know better than that. You assumed I knew, and maybe I should have, but now I'm more attracted to you than ever.
He laughed, softly but she could hear it under his mask. Well then, now that you know it's black, it's time you began to enjoy it, he said as he placed her hand on his cock.
It's a really nice one, she said softly under her mask, but he heard her say it since they were now locked away in a quiet bathroom.
You said you are married. Does he, your husband, have one like this?
She felt safe in answering since she was masked. No. You're longer and much... she gave him another squeeze with her fingers, much thicker around. She gave him another feel, higher up. Especially on the head. You're huge here compared to him.
He snickered, she could tell that he had done so even under his mask. Yeah, I figured your husband is small because I got some good feels of your pussy and it is pretty tight, even though you got wet as all get out. I could tell you've never been stretched, really stretched, so I doubt you could take one like this. You'll probably never know what it is like to have a real man's cock in you.
He had said her husband is small. Actually, he wasn't, just average, maybe a bit on the small side of average, but she let that lie.
But he had said she has never been stretched. That did it. Not only had he caused her to be very curious, but he had challenged her. A real man's cock you say? Give it to me! Now. I want it inside me.
Just like that, she made her impulse decision. Maybe it was the challenge he had put out, maybe it was just that she wanted to put out, but she wanted to feel this cock inside her and she wanted to see what the orgasm would feel like that she knew it would give her. His face, his body, how he looked or how his personality is, she didn't care. That mask, these masks on both of them would hide a lot.
We'll do it like this, he said, as he bent over and pulled her panties down and off her legs as she stepped out of them, and then he picked her right up like she weighed nothing and sat her onto the sink. Now I'll fuck you good. On this sink you're just the right height for me.
Part of her ass was on the sink, and the rest on the counter. The sink portion felt cold under her ass, and it was not comfortable to be sitting up here, but this would not take long, she knew. He's going to make me cum. That she knew. The only question is, how hard and how many times?
He stepped between her legs as she opened them wide, and she felt that hot cock touch up against her. It somehow, had magically lodged at just the exact place, and it was ready to go in.
Sure would be nice if we could be kissing, he said.
Kissing? Yes, she wanted that too. His being black made it a lot easier to think about where her husband works. She could remember seeing no black men working in her husband's office area anytime she had been visiting him, at least not on his floor, and she never visited any of the other floors.
It is probably safe. She figured this man is probably from one of the outside firms the company deals with and felt safe in taking off her mask.
O.K., you can remove my mask so we can kiss.
He reached up and slowly pulled her mask up and over her head, and at the same time she felt his penis start to lodge between her inner lips as his hips slowly slid forward.
His penis was starting to spread her, and so far, it felt incredibly good. Her mask was off now and he was staring into her face. Staring too hard, maybe. She shook. 'Maybe I made a mistake. Does he recognize me?'
Now mine, he said, as he set her mask down somewhere behind her on the sink. He pulled his mask off, and she was relieved that he did not look familiar, and his face, matter of fact, looked downright attractive. This is a nice looking man!
She told him. Your face is nice, just like your cock.
He laughed. Guess I can say the same for you. Your face is nice, just like your pussy.
As his penis slipped in another inch, spreading her incredibly wide, she opened up the lips on the other end of her body and moved her face close to his. I thought you wanted to kiss me.
He did, they did, as his penis slowly began to work into her. It was as if he knew that she wanted it slow, at least at first as he began opening her wider and moving that width she was being stretched by to go further into her body than anyone had ever gone. Then his entire head went past her tight inner lips and she gasped as she felt her vaginal walls clamp down onto his upper shaft.
They had discussed it, his cock size and how it compared to her husband's cock, and she knew now what this man wants to hear. Ohhhh honey, that feels so good, she moaned, better than my husband.
She prided herself on never telling a lie.
She kissed him passionately and as she came up for air, she gave him more of what she suspected he wanted to hear. You want to hear that, don't you, of how your cock is bigger than my husband's. And I know what else you want to hear, about how it feels so much better.
Yes, tell me. Talk to me while I fuck you nice and deep.
I don't know if you are prejudiced, but I was, a little. But no longer. Now I want it, your black cock. I had heard stories about black men, and I had never really believed it. But with you at least, it's true. Is that what you like hearing from white women? Have you fucked any other white women before me? Maybe some of them married, like me?
Baby, white women is all I ever fuck. White wives I like the most, and I like to hear how they moan and cry out as they cum all over my cock.
Uuh Uuh Uuh. He had begun fucking her harder, making her gasp.
Wait. Go slow for a while, and easy. This is a first time for me and I want to talk about it first, then we can cum.
Sure baby. I can do that. What do you want to talk about?
Is it easy to get them, get to them, those white wives? Seems like it wouldn't be all that easy to do.
Long time ago it wasn't all that easy, but now, since so many are on the internet, seems like I have white wives coming out of the woodwork. They all want to try black cock, I guess.
She giggled. You like talking dirty don't you? To be honest, I've been on the net too, and I've seen some photos of black men, and I've read some stories, and even heard about some black men owning the wives they fucked. And I told myself, never for me. But I guess you have my number because it is turning me on. I've never cheated, but you caught me at just the right time. Turns out, you have much more between the legs than my husband, and I've always wondered...
Well, I might be feeling big to you, but I've got more for you, so feel this.
He slid in another three inches, and she moaned again. They were kissing and she spoke right over his tongue. You knew it, didn't you? As soon as you got my hand onto your cock, you knew that I would end up fucking you, didn't you?
Yeah baby, and that's why I saved it when we were out on the dance floor so I could put a big load deep into you.
I said that you had caught me at just the right time. Do you know why I'm doing this, other than the fact that you're big and black and exciting?
What's that?
Because my husband is out there somewhere, and I caught him cheating on me, tonight I caught him, but he doesn't know I am here since I was not feeling all that well so I told him to go on without me. Then I started feeling better so I arrived after him and he has never seen my costume.
So you're getting even baby, a revenge fuck?
No, well, maybe yes, but I didn't plan to do it, this, not in the beginning. I must admit, you did a good job of getting me turned on, to you.
He was laughing and at the same time, his cock reached the end as his pubic hairs started mingling with hers. Shit, that's funny baby. You caught him cheating and you are getting even and he will never know it. They call what you are doing a 'revenge fuck.' If I was you, I wouldn't even tell him you know he cheated, just let it go and have your own little secret.
No need to be busting up your marriage. He had his fun, now you're having yours.
She moaned as he began stroking more steadily into her, taking long and slow strokes, each one seeming to turn her inside out. I probably will do just that, keep this a secret. Whatever he is getting out there, even if he gets some girl with tits bigger than me, he still won't be getting as much for his efforts as I am for mine.
That's right baby. But your tits are beautiful, no matter what size some gal your husband is cheating with happens to have. And bsides, you can't fuck with just big tits, you fuck with a cock and a pussy, and his current woman, whoever she might be, can't be any tighter than you are, so in effect, since you are getting stretched so far, and you have to be fitting me tighter than she is fitting around him, you are getting better strange stuff than he is.
She was moaning and trying to talk at the same time, and she was thankful that he was making it last. The fact that some of her ass was sitting on cold porcelain didn't matter.
She giggled. He'll never know that some man went deeper into his wife and stretched her further than he ever could. That'll teach him to cheat on me! She giggled again, almost hysterically. That's funny. I'm so glad now that I came back here with you.
She wrapped her arms and then her legs as tightly as she could around him, though it was kind of hard to pull her legs up and place them around him since they had been dropping down towards the floor. Do you mind holding my legs up?
He aided her now by placing his arms under and holding her legs up, and even in this position, he was still able to fondle her breasts.
Keep kissing me Honey, she breathed into his mouth. I'm going to cum as soon as you start giving it to me a little harder and I want to be kissing you when I do.
She thought for a minute. And do you have a first name? It seems funny to be calling a stranger something like 'Honey.'
He had not started the serious fucking as yet. My name's Richard, Mrs. Johnston, and for right now, you can call me 'Dick!
Her cock was almost nine inches into her, and her heart was up in her throat! But it wasn't because of his cock that her heart had jumped. He knows who I am!
You, you know my name? But how? She almost pushed him out, but didn't as she dropped her hands.
Yessss ma'am I do, he laughed as he pulled back partway in response to her shove and then went all the way into her again. "I was in your husband's area one day and saw you bend over and give Mr. Johnston as kiss on the cheek as you said goodbye and walked out. You never saw me, I was over behind you, but I knew your husband's name by the sign on his desk and I never forgot you. Right then and there I put you on my list of MILFS.
MILFS? What does that mean? She was almost terrified now that he knows who she is, but his cock was feeling really good inside her.
You never heard that? MILF, M, I, L, and F, means 'Moms I'd Like to Fuck.'
Oh, I see, but I'm not a Mom.
Well, I guess that makes you a WILF then?
Wife? Yes, she breathed, a willing WILF. Now give it to me because my butt is getting tired of sitting on this sink and I need to cum.
I can fix that! He grabbed her under both ass cheeks and lifting her off the sink, held her in the air as he began ramming his cock into her fast and hard. Oh fuck he seems so strong, and virile. She kissed, they kissed, and it only took half a minute and she was cumming, cumming incredibly hard as she moaned into his mouth.
He was right with her, maybe just seconds behind as his fat rod pumped tons of built up cum into the place it had managed to lodge, almost nine inches in.
Ooooh fuck can I ever feel your cock shooting into me. I never dreamed it could feel so intense.
He continued to hold her suspended under his hands as they both came down from their incredibly hot orgasm. Finally, after several seconds, he slowly sat her back down onto the sink.
They kissed, and then he asked: You said you read about black guys owning white wives. So, do I own you now?
"Yes. Most definitely. Ever since we joined in body, and then in spirit, you have been owning me. Dick, it feels like you really put a load into me. I need to sit on the pot, she said softly, but it's embarrassing with you being here.
I understand, Mrs. Johnston, and now that we are done fucking, the name is Richard again. I'll leave so you can do your business. Lifting her off the sink, he turned and set her gently down onto the toilet. Then he turned towards the sink as she sank onto the toilet and turning on the spigot, he waited till the water got warm, and then used it to wash off his soft but still large penis.
He looked down at her as she waited for him to leave so she could drain his load. I know your last name, Mrs Johnson, but what's the first?
Charlotte. After my mother.
Nice name.
He was making sure to stand off to the side so she could continue to see his cock, and Charlotte could see that he, being tall and with a long cock, had no problem reaching over the edge of the basin and be able to wash his cock without spilling any water over the edge.
She had watched her husband attempting to wash his cock off in the sink many times, and he had to stand on his tip toes and his shorter cock would barely reach over the side. Usually Charlotte ended up mopping some water off the floor after he was done. Even now, the difference between a man with a big cock and her smaller husband was obvious.
Want to give me a phone number I can call you at, or a way to reach you?
She gulped. 'Is he just trying to see me again, or maybe trying to use the knowledge of who I am as a way to force me to fuck him again?'
She had to find out if he was going to blackmail her. Interesting, she thought to herself, a black male blackmailing me.
Richard, I'm married, remember? What if I don't want to give you a number, or a way?
He smiled reassuringly at her. Then this will be the end of it, I promise. Never a word to anyone.
She smiled back. He still owned her, Charlotte knew now. Then in that case, you can call me at... and she gave him the number. As he reached for his cell phone and began to punch the number in, she said, 'That is my cell number but if I act strange like it's a wrong number, hang up. That won't mean that I am saying no, just that he is around. You can try again later.
If I call while your husband is at work, then you will normally be safe, right? I can walk up and peek into his area and I will know when your husband is at work.
Yes, but I could be with a girlfriend or someone having lunch and still be unable to talk freely, so be careful.
Want to kiss it goodbye, he asked as he turned his cock toward her mouth?
Yes, please. He brought it to her mouth and Charlotte kissed it on the fat head, then, opening her mouth wide, placed her mouth over the entire head, just for a couple of seconds as she ran her tongue all around it one complete lap. Then she laughed. Already my jaw is tired, but that's what I plan to do next time we get together.
She watched as he put his cock back into his pants and zipped up. It was unlike her, but now she felt so free to talk to this man who has just seduced her. This fuck we just had was wonderful, but it didn't last long enough. I'll be looking forward to it, to seeing you. Do you have a place, a private place?
Yes. I have my own place, no roommates, and I'll be looking forward to having you on a bed.
On a bed? Oh Richard, this was great, but having you on a bed would be fabulous. Goodbye Richard, she said, raising her head for a kiss, and I'll be looking forward to calling you 'Dick,' again.
They kissed, and with a big smile he went out. Charlotte quickly locked the door behind him. Now she had cum to drain, lots of cum. Just like she had feared, it made squirting noises as she tried to force it out so she could get out of here as soon as possible. That would have been been so embarrassing to have him hear.
She heard someone trying the door handle as she was wiping her tender lips. Oh no, whoever that is, I hope they didn't hear me squirting. Whoever it was, they walked away, because as soon as she opened the door, there was no one there. Thank goodness, she thought, no one interrupted our fuck.
Charlotte saw Richard outside a little later but avoided him, and thankfully he did not push it and didn't ask her to dance again. There would be plenty of time in the future, she had decided.
'Where is my husband?' She couldn't spot him in this crowd and figured that maybe he was off in some bedroom or something. Whatever he might be getting, it could no way top what she had just been given.
She danced with two more men, and neither tried to fondle her, at least not openly, though one of the two gently placed his hand on her ass and left it there. Charlotte kept looking for her husband. Nowhere to be seen. The fuckers in some bedroom again, I'll bet.
Hoping to see her husband one more time, she lingered, and even allowed another man to come up next to her at the bar as she had herself one last drink. As they conversed, he moved in close to her, mask to mask and managed to run his leg partially up between hers. She let him linger, because what felt like his knee against her pussy felt good.
This is great, she was thinking as she kept an eye out for her husband. Wearing a mask out in public lets you do just about anything. As long as your mate doesn't know.
When he then tried to place both hands around her ass and tug her in tighter, Charlotte tried pulling away, but not before his knee came into hard contact against her clit and making it tingle. She almost yielded to his advances, and then got control of her senses. Not again. Still, she waited, since this was something new to her.
He was tugging her into his knee, then releasing his grip on her ass slightly and pulling her in again, in effect, fucking her with his knee by moving her body. Then one of his hands went onto her left tit. Right here in public. No. I can't be doing this, Charlotte said, looking around. But she didn't seem to be resisting all that much so he again tried as he went under her costume and had himself a good feel of bare tit.
She almost ********** with desire as she felt her hard nipple being squeezed between two of his fingers. Please, I'm married, and No, she said again, loud enough for him to hear as she was moving away.
Just before the unmasking at midnight, something she couldn't participate in if her husband was near, she slipped away and went home. Once there, Charlotte put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation her husband would make for his behavior. She was going to confront her husband and say that she had came to the party and seen him cavorting with women and then going into the back with one of them.
'I followed you down the hall,' she would say, 'and saw you go into a bedroom with her.' She felt safe in accusing him of that, because it had been her.
His only hope was if he actually had known it was her, and said so right then, that he had been playing along. If so, she would 'forgive him,' they could laugh, make up, and then finish off with a good session of lovemaking. But if he had not known it was her, she was going to make him sleep in another room while they both thought about their future. If he had done this at a party, he might have been cheating on her in the past. She on the other hand, had always been faithful to him.
Charlotte had been faithful that is, until tonight. Several men had felt her up, one even getting his hand on her bare breast, but of course everyone was masked. Before tonight, only her husband had felt up her ass, or her breasts. Then that one man she had danced with she had allowed to go too far. But now the 'damage' was done and she planned to enjoy doing more damage.
That black man has a beautiful cock and really knows how to fuck, and besides that, Richard really seems to have a nice personality. I might end up spending lots of time with him. Of course, since he works where my husband works I'll have to be careful, but his cock, and the way he uses it will be worth it.
But her concern now was with her husband. Her mind was going back, and over and over Charlotte rehashed the memories in her mind. If her husband actually had known that it was her in the bedroom, she had no justification for going on and letting that black man finger her. He had caused her to orgasm, right there on the dance floor.
He had been so large between the legs, and it had been extremely exciting to take him into the back. The bathroom had worked out great, but maybe she should have gone into the same bedroom she had been in with her husband. It would have been so much fun to lie on that same bed and be stretched and penetrated to new levels right after having been there with her husband.
She decided to shower, and during the entire time she washed, Charlotte was thinking of the strange black man, his penis, and how good his finger and then his cock had felt. She lingered as the warm water, with the gentle soap she was using, felt so good on her lips, her yes, tender lips. They had never felt quite like this before.
He's a good kisser too!
Charlotte was sitting up reading when her husband came in around one, and she greeted him with an innocent smile and asked what kind of a time he had.
First, being all concerned about her, he asked. How about you? Are you feeling better?
Yes. Much better now. I've spent most of the evening sitting here and reading.
Good, he said. Now about me. It was the same old thing. You know I never have a good time at parties when you're not there.
She began laying her trap. Did you dance much?'
'I'll tell you Charlotte, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But you're not going to believe when I tell you all the details of what happened to the guy I loaned my costume to!
'Imagine that,' she was thinking. 'I cheated on my husband with my husband.'
by EroticWriter
Note to my readers: I wrote this story years ago, and now I have re-written it to better match this site. I didn't bother with quotation marks this time. I think it flows pretty well.
A couple, the Johnston's, were invited to a swanky costume party being held by her husband's law firm and at the big swanky home of one of the three business partners who owned the firm. The firm employed well over one hundred in a multi-story building downtown, and they had invited in others who worked for firms they dealt with to come as well.
It was an R.S.V.P. Event and the response indicated that there would be a couple of hundred in attendance.
The Mrs., a very attractive lady of 35, got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband protested her not going, saying that it would be good for his career to be seen there with his wife, but she argued that with masks, who would know anyhow and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed.
Honey, she said, there's no need for me to spoil your fun by me not going. So he took his costume and away he went.
Mrs. Johnston, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awakened without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party. Since her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. She joined the party, was handed a drink, and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice woman he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.
She finished her drink, and then another as she watched her husband from a distance. Finally, she decided to make her move. She sidled up to him and she being a rather seductive babe, he left his current partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new babe that had just arrived.
On the dance floor she let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband. He was trying to talk to her and the sounds were being muffled by both his mask and hers, so she got close to his ear and trying to disguise her voice, asked him to keep his head close to her ear so she can understand him.
Finally, he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she again, disguising her voice, asked: You don't mind me being married?
Hell no he said laughing. So off they went to one of the bedrooms in the back to have a session. He turned on one low light beside the bed. As they both stripped, he removing his pants, her just her panties, their voices were muffled under their masks.
He wanted to unmask 'so they could kiss,' but still disguising her voice she refused, saying again that she was married and did not want to risk being recognized. He of course, went along, not realizing that it was his own wife. As a matter of fact, she added, my husband is here and I can't stay away from the party very long.
She could hear his muffled giggle under his mask when he said, 'that makes it more exciting for you, doesn't it?' She nodded, admitting that it was. Of course, he did not know in what way.
On the bed and side by side, he took time to prepare her, fondling her breasts under her costume and teasing her nipples. Wow, you have really nice tits.
'Yes, she thought, and you don't even recognize the feel of your own wife's breasts.'
His hand went to her nicely trimmed beaver, a normally hairy pussy she had trimmed just tonight, before getting ready for the party, and fortunately, her husband had not been aware because it was helping to hide her identity. He explored the outside for a couple of minutes before finally going in with his finger.
She moaned into her mask. Her husband was being more exciting than usual, probably because he thought he was having someone strange. She found this exciting too, despite the fact that her husband was 'cheating.'
"I'm ready mister. Put it in, please.'
Wanting to be sure to hide her identity, she resisted reaching down to aim him, something she always did at home.
He missed her hole on the first try, making her cry out. Sorry, he mumbled as he took aim again. This time he got it right, and as he entered her with his familiar stiffness she was wet and ready but she could feel her tightness clamping down on her husband's shaft, as always. He mumbled it under his mask, but she could make it out. Wow baby. Your pussy is so tight, really tight. Your husband is lucky to have you.
Knowing what he might like hearing, since she knew her husband was a bit sensitive about the size of his average penis, she lied. Your cock is a bit bigger than my husband's, that's why the fit is so tight.
Longer, thicker, or both?
Both. You feel good. I've never fucked anyone else besides my husband and this is very exciting for me. She knew that would really arouse him.
Wow. I like hearing that, he whispered into her mask. Makes this fuck all that much better. I love the feel of your pussy, especially now that I know I'm giving you more than your husband does.
Hearing that, knowing that her husband thought that he was getting a new and tight pussy, sent her body into overdrive as she began responding to his every move. Her legs went high around him and her fingers dug into his ass. It was quick and without kissing but she still managed to reach her orgasm, one that was quite intense. Better than usual, actually, as she dug her fingers into his ass.
He was right behind her and his cock grew really big and hard as he reached the peak. His orgasm into her seemed to last longer than usual as she felt his throbs, probably because he was liquored up.
He got off her pretty quick, after, probably because with those masks on, there could be no followup kissing.
Thank you, he said, giving her a hug while still lying side by side since they couldn't kiss.
And thank you, she answered back. That was my best fuck, ever. There, let him go off thinking he just gave someone else's wife a better fuck than her husband can.
Wanting to continue to be 'better than her husband,' he gave her breasts, both of them, some more feels under her costume. These are lovely breasts, he said, real handfuls.
They separated while still in the bedroom. He headed out, and she went into the bathroom to drain off her 'sins.' It took a while, because her husband seemed to have really dropped a load into her this time.
'Imagine that,' she was thinking. 'I cheated on my husband with my husband.'
In the front, she saw her husband once again dancing with other women and still copping his feels. Shit, you'd think, after that fuck, that he'd be satisfied.' She deliberately avoided her husband and decided that she would dance with other men while she kept an eye on him.
He saw her talking to a man as she was standing by the snack table and waved. She waved back but kept her distance. Things had loosened up now, and there was heavy drinking going on. She had just one more, because she needed to drive herself home and she knew her limits. Still, she was close to being inebriated.
'Maybe I had better wait a little while before driving.'
She decided to dance with other men. What was good for one was good for the other, she reasoned, but if these other men felt her up, she would make sure her husband did not see it. When she confronted him later, at home, she wanted to be sure that 'her hands were clean.'
Ten minutes went by. They had turned the lights on the dance floor low now, real low. The firm had hired a live band of course, and they were good, and fortunately, since so many were dancing, they were playing slow and romantic numbers.
As she danced her third dance with still another man, this time a tall man, he started talking to her and not having to disguise her voice this time, she leaned in close and said, put your mouth closer to my ear so I can hear you with these masks on. He did, and immediately went to her rear with his hands and when she did not protest he wasted no time asking if he could 'have his way with her' in the back or out in his car. 'I was watching you dancing with other men, and I can tell that you're hot.'
She politely refused, saying she's happily married. But he was right, she was turned on. The quickie with her husband had only succeeded in arousing her, despite her strong orgasm.
She danced a second dance with him, and he whispered in her ear that he was well hung, way bigger than most.' Normally she would have been disgusted by this and walked away, but now she found this intriguing. Still, she refused, again saying she is married and is not in the habit of cheating, no matter how 'interesting' the men were. She said 'interesting' rather than saying well hung or big.
He 'was' interesting, and she allowed him extra freedom to feel her ass by going up under her skirt in the back instead of just on the outside. It was dark and the crowd was tight around them. Under these conditions, no one could see their lower halves.
She danced close, laying her head on his shoulder as he ran his hands under her panties and over her ass cheeks. This was very romantic, she had to admit. She accepted a third dance, knowing full well this was getting dangerous for her. She had never cheated and he was becoming very tempting.
She kept allowing him his feels, all the while knowing that her telling him that she is happily married doesn't mean all that much if she is continuing to allow him to do his thing.
He said he is well hung, bigger than most. I've always wondered how another man might feel, especially if he's bigger. This time he immediately went further and asked her to give him a little feel. As he was saying that, he went around to her front, keeping his hand under her panties and stretching them as he went around her hip. Then he immediately stuck his finger onto her clit, which was hard.
He had asked her to give him a little feel, and she was allowing it. She was soaked, not just from any leftover husband but also because of this man. If he had any doubts about her being turned on, there was no mistaking it now.
As he penetrated with his finger, she gasped, but did not pull away, though she almost stopped moving on the floor. Then he whispered loud enough for her to hear, 'I meant me, give me a little feel.'
'Oh, he wants me to feel him.' He was inside her with his finger and stroking, so she reached down, expecting to feel an erection through his costume.
He has it out! She couldn't see it of course since it was dark and his penis was down between their closely pressed together bodies, but she could sure feel it.
He hadn't been exaggerating either about his size. Damn he's big! She spent that entire long number doing something she would never have done if her husband was not acting this way with other women. She had never seen or felt a strange man before, but somehow, this seemed to be the right thing to do. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she explored this strange penis, enjoying the feel of his length and thickness as she peeled the foreskin back, the size of the large knob on the end, which almost totally filled her hand, and yes, his warmth.
She almost asked him to take her into the back. Almost, but she was getting too close to stop now. She was giving him some intense stroking when her entire body shuddered as she quit moving her feet and climaxed, her first time ever from just having a finger in her. In the past, she had always needed some direct stimulation to her clitoris to achieve orgasm with a hand. Feeling that big hard cock at the same time must have done it.
She was holding onto him in order to keep from falling over the feeling had been so intense. Thankfully, perhaps because of being liquored up, he had not climaxed onto her costume as she continued to squeeze his cock.
Like that cock? I see what it did for you and it wasn't even in yet.
She was still holding it and she was breathing hard. Yes...it's a nice one.
Want to go off somewhere with me? It won't take long.
No. I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Like I said, I'm married. Faithfully married.
You want it though, don't you?
I've never been with any man other than my husband. So yes. I have to admit, your dick feels good in my hand and I'd like to see what it would feel like inside me, but I just can't do that.
I can understand that. So how's about just giving me a hand job? You know, finish me like I finished you.
She knew that she owes him at least that much. But where? Here? You'll make a mess. Still, she did want to make him cum, to feel his cock throbbing and watch it shooting a huge load she figured. But where?
Let's go into a bathroom.
Wait. She looked around. No husband present at the moment to see her.
She should perhaps not have done that, after all he could end up ****** her, but she agreed, and she allowed him to lead her down a hall, and when he tried a door, it was unlocked. She went in with him and he locked the door, and as the door closed a night light went on over the sink. Immediately he pressed up against her and grabbed her ass by the cheeks.
Want to take these masks off?
No. Absolutely not, at least not mine.
Take it out for me.
Now, she sensed, is the time when they should be making out first, as in kissing at least. But, these darned masks...
His zipper was still undone and she was able to reach in and tug it out. Already it was large in her hand and it was still semi-soft.
Now I'll play with your tits while you play with my dick. And before she could reply, he was under her costume and onto her tits with one hand. Nice baby. Real nice job nature did on these tits. Now jack me. He giggled, turn it loose for a minute.
She did and he turned his body so that his now firm cock was pointing over the sink. I'll just let it land in here.
Unseen under her costume, her eyes widened. The cock she had been holding, and the man who had just fingered her to an orgasm on the dance floor, was black! Not only was black, but is black because now she was alone with him in a bathroom, the bathroom of one of her husband's employers.
She looked at his hands to be sure, just in case his dick had a dark tan or something. His hands were black too, and she had not noticed on the dance floor. Of course it was really dark out there.
Though she was shocked at having gone this far with a black man, she kept her thoughts to herself so that this man would not think that she might have refused to dance and go into a bathroom with him had she known he was black. No, it was better to continue with what had been started. Still, thinking it might excite him, she decided to go with honesty.
I didn't know you are black until I saw your cock over the sink. It was always in the dark before then.
He laughed. You didn't know? Want to back out? I don't want you to feel like you are being tricked or ****** to fuck me.
Tricked? No, I know better than that. You assumed I knew, and maybe I should have, but now I'm more attracted to you than ever.
He laughed, softly but she could hear it under his mask. Well then, now that you know it's black, it's time you began to enjoy it, he said as he placed her hand on his cock.
It's a really nice one, she said softly under her mask, but he heard her say it since they were now locked away in a quiet bathroom.
You said you are married. Does he, your husband, have one like this?
She felt safe in answering since she was masked. No. You're longer and much... she gave him another squeeze with her fingers, much thicker around. She gave him another feel, higher up. Especially on the head. You're huge here compared to him.
He snickered, she could tell that he had done so even under his mask. Yeah, I figured your husband is small because I got some good feels of your pussy and it is pretty tight, even though you got wet as all get out. I could tell you've never been stretched, really stretched, so I doubt you could take one like this. You'll probably never know what it is like to have a real man's cock in you.
He had said her husband is small. Actually, he wasn't, just average, maybe a bit on the small side of average, but she let that lie.
But he had said she has never been stretched. That did it. Not only had he caused her to be very curious, but he had challenged her. A real man's cock you say? Give it to me! Now. I want it inside me.
Just like that, she made her impulse decision. Maybe it was the challenge he had put out, maybe it was just that she wanted to put out, but she wanted to feel this cock inside her and she wanted to see what the orgasm would feel like that she knew it would give her. His face, his body, how he looked or how his personality is, she didn't care. That mask, these masks on both of them would hide a lot.
We'll do it like this, he said, as he bent over and pulled her panties down and off her legs as she stepped out of them, and then he picked her right up like she weighed nothing and sat her onto the sink. Now I'll fuck you good. On this sink you're just the right height for me.
Part of her ass was on the sink, and the rest on the counter. The sink portion felt cold under her ass, and it was not comfortable to be sitting up here, but this would not take long, she knew. He's going to make me cum. That she knew. The only question is, how hard and how many times?
He stepped between her legs as she opened them wide, and she felt that hot cock touch up against her. It somehow, had magically lodged at just the exact place, and it was ready to go in.
Sure would be nice if we could be kissing, he said.
Kissing? Yes, she wanted that too. His being black made it a lot easier to think about where her husband works. She could remember seeing no black men working in her husband's office area anytime she had been visiting him, at least not on his floor, and she never visited any of the other floors.
It is probably safe. She figured this man is probably from one of the outside firms the company deals with and felt safe in taking off her mask.
O.K., you can remove my mask so we can kiss.
He reached up and slowly pulled her mask up and over her head, and at the same time she felt his penis start to lodge between her inner lips as his hips slowly slid forward.
His penis was starting to spread her, and so far, it felt incredibly good. Her mask was off now and he was staring into her face. Staring too hard, maybe. She shook. 'Maybe I made a mistake. Does he recognize me?'
Now mine, he said, as he set her mask down somewhere behind her on the sink. He pulled his mask off, and she was relieved that he did not look familiar, and his face, matter of fact, looked downright attractive. This is a nice looking man!
She told him. Your face is nice, just like your cock.
He laughed. Guess I can say the same for you. Your face is nice, just like your pussy.
As his penis slipped in another inch, spreading her incredibly wide, she opened up the lips on the other end of her body and moved her face close to his. I thought you wanted to kiss me.
He did, they did, as his penis slowly began to work into her. It was as if he knew that she wanted it slow, at least at first as he began opening her wider and moving that width she was being stretched by to go further into her body than anyone had ever gone. Then his entire head went past her tight inner lips and she gasped as she felt her vaginal walls clamp down onto his upper shaft.
They had discussed it, his cock size and how it compared to her husband's cock, and she knew now what this man wants to hear. Ohhhh honey, that feels so good, she moaned, better than my husband.
She prided herself on never telling a lie.
She kissed him passionately and as she came up for air, she gave him more of what she suspected he wanted to hear. You want to hear that, don't you, of how your cock is bigger than my husband's. And I know what else you want to hear, about how it feels so much better.
Yes, tell me. Talk to me while I fuck you nice and deep.
I don't know if you are prejudiced, but I was, a little. But no longer. Now I want it, your black cock. I had heard stories about black men, and I had never really believed it. But with you at least, it's true. Is that what you like hearing from white women? Have you fucked any other white women before me? Maybe some of them married, like me?
Baby, white women is all I ever fuck. White wives I like the most, and I like to hear how they moan and cry out as they cum all over my cock.
Uuh Uuh Uuh. He had begun fucking her harder, making her gasp.
Wait. Go slow for a while, and easy. This is a first time for me and I want to talk about it first, then we can cum.
Sure baby. I can do that. What do you want to talk about?
Is it easy to get them, get to them, those white wives? Seems like it wouldn't be all that easy to do.
Long time ago it wasn't all that easy, but now, since so many are on the internet, seems like I have white wives coming out of the woodwork. They all want to try black cock, I guess.
She giggled. You like talking dirty don't you? To be honest, I've been on the net too, and I've seen some photos of black men, and I've read some stories, and even heard about some black men owning the wives they fucked. And I told myself, never for me. But I guess you have my number because it is turning me on. I've never cheated, but you caught me at just the right time. Turns out, you have much more between the legs than my husband, and I've always wondered...
Well, I might be feeling big to you, but I've got more for you, so feel this.
He slid in another three inches, and she moaned again. They were kissing and she spoke right over his tongue. You knew it, didn't you? As soon as you got my hand onto your cock, you knew that I would end up fucking you, didn't you?
Yeah baby, and that's why I saved it when we were out on the dance floor so I could put a big load deep into you.
I said that you had caught me at just the right time. Do you know why I'm doing this, other than the fact that you're big and black and exciting?
What's that?
Because my husband is out there somewhere, and I caught him cheating on me, tonight I caught him, but he doesn't know I am here since I was not feeling all that well so I told him to go on without me. Then I started feeling better so I arrived after him and he has never seen my costume.
So you're getting even baby, a revenge fuck?
No, well, maybe yes, but I didn't plan to do it, this, not in the beginning. I must admit, you did a good job of getting me turned on, to you.
He was laughing and at the same time, his cock reached the end as his pubic hairs started mingling with hers. Shit, that's funny baby. You caught him cheating and you are getting even and he will never know it. They call what you are doing a 'revenge fuck.' If I was you, I wouldn't even tell him you know he cheated, just let it go and have your own little secret.
No need to be busting up your marriage. He had his fun, now you're having yours.
She moaned as he began stroking more steadily into her, taking long and slow strokes, each one seeming to turn her inside out. I probably will do just that, keep this a secret. Whatever he is getting out there, even if he gets some girl with tits bigger than me, he still won't be getting as much for his efforts as I am for mine.
That's right baby. But your tits are beautiful, no matter what size some gal your husband is cheating with happens to have. And bsides, you can't fuck with just big tits, you fuck with a cock and a pussy, and his current woman, whoever she might be, can't be any tighter than you are, so in effect, since you are getting stretched so far, and you have to be fitting me tighter than she is fitting around him, you are getting better strange stuff than he is.
She was moaning and trying to talk at the same time, and she was thankful that he was making it last. The fact that some of her ass was sitting on cold porcelain didn't matter.
She giggled. He'll never know that some man went deeper into his wife and stretched her further than he ever could. That'll teach him to cheat on me! She giggled again, almost hysterically. That's funny. I'm so glad now that I came back here with you.
She wrapped her arms and then her legs as tightly as she could around him, though it was kind of hard to pull her legs up and place them around him since they had been dropping down towards the floor. Do you mind holding my legs up?
He aided her now by placing his arms under and holding her legs up, and even in this position, he was still able to fondle her breasts.
Keep kissing me Honey, she breathed into his mouth. I'm going to cum as soon as you start giving it to me a little harder and I want to be kissing you when I do.
She thought for a minute. And do you have a first name? It seems funny to be calling a stranger something like 'Honey.'
He had not started the serious fucking as yet. My name's Richard, Mrs. Johnston, and for right now, you can call me 'Dick!
Her cock was almost nine inches into her, and her heart was up in her throat! But it wasn't because of his cock that her heart had jumped. He knows who I am!
You, you know my name? But how? She almost pushed him out, but didn't as she dropped her hands.
Yessss ma'am I do, he laughed as he pulled back partway in response to her shove and then went all the way into her again. "I was in your husband's area one day and saw you bend over and give Mr. Johnston as kiss on the cheek as you said goodbye and walked out. You never saw me, I was over behind you, but I knew your husband's name by the sign on his desk and I never forgot you. Right then and there I put you on my list of MILFS.
MILFS? What does that mean? She was almost terrified now that he knows who she is, but his cock was feeling really good inside her.
You never heard that? MILF, M, I, L, and F, means 'Moms I'd Like to Fuck.'
Oh, I see, but I'm not a Mom.
Well, I guess that makes you a WILF then?
Wife? Yes, she breathed, a willing WILF. Now give it to me because my butt is getting tired of sitting on this sink and I need to cum.
I can fix that! He grabbed her under both ass cheeks and lifting her off the sink, held her in the air as he began ramming his cock into her fast and hard. Oh fuck he seems so strong, and virile. She kissed, they kissed, and it only took half a minute and she was cumming, cumming incredibly hard as she moaned into his mouth.
He was right with her, maybe just seconds behind as his fat rod pumped tons of built up cum into the place it had managed to lodge, almost nine inches in.
Ooooh fuck can I ever feel your cock shooting into me. I never dreamed it could feel so intense.
He continued to hold her suspended under his hands as they both came down from their incredibly hot orgasm. Finally, after several seconds, he slowly sat her back down onto the sink.
They kissed, and then he asked: You said you read about black guys owning white wives. So, do I own you now?
"Yes. Most definitely. Ever since we joined in body, and then in spirit, you have been owning me. Dick, it feels like you really put a load into me. I need to sit on the pot, she said softly, but it's embarrassing with you being here.
I understand, Mrs. Johnston, and now that we are done fucking, the name is Richard again. I'll leave so you can do your business. Lifting her off the sink, he turned and set her gently down onto the toilet. Then he turned towards the sink as she sank onto the toilet and turning on the spigot, he waited till the water got warm, and then used it to wash off his soft but still large penis.
He looked down at her as she waited for him to leave so she could drain his load. I know your last name, Mrs Johnson, but what's the first?
Charlotte. After my mother.
Nice name.
He was making sure to stand off to the side so she could continue to see his cock, and Charlotte could see that he, being tall and with a long cock, had no problem reaching over the edge of the basin and be able to wash his cock without spilling any water over the edge.
She had watched her husband attempting to wash his cock off in the sink many times, and he had to stand on his tip toes and his shorter cock would barely reach over the side. Usually Charlotte ended up mopping some water off the floor after he was done. Even now, the difference between a man with a big cock and her smaller husband was obvious.
Want to give me a phone number I can call you at, or a way to reach you?
She gulped. 'Is he just trying to see me again, or maybe trying to use the knowledge of who I am as a way to force me to fuck him again?'
She had to find out if he was going to blackmail her. Interesting, she thought to herself, a black male blackmailing me.
Richard, I'm married, remember? What if I don't want to give you a number, or a way?
He smiled reassuringly at her. Then this will be the end of it, I promise. Never a word to anyone.
She smiled back. He still owned her, Charlotte knew now. Then in that case, you can call me at... and she gave him the number. As he reached for his cell phone and began to punch the number in, she said, 'That is my cell number but if I act strange like it's a wrong number, hang up. That won't mean that I am saying no, just that he is around. You can try again later.
If I call while your husband is at work, then you will normally be safe, right? I can walk up and peek into his area and I will know when your husband is at work.
Yes, but I could be with a girlfriend or someone having lunch and still be unable to talk freely, so be careful.
Want to kiss it goodbye, he asked as he turned his cock toward her mouth?
Yes, please. He brought it to her mouth and Charlotte kissed it on the fat head, then, opening her mouth wide, placed her mouth over the entire head, just for a couple of seconds as she ran her tongue all around it one complete lap. Then she laughed. Already my jaw is tired, but that's what I plan to do next time we get together.
She watched as he put his cock back into his pants and zipped up. It was unlike her, but now she felt so free to talk to this man who has just seduced her. This fuck we just had was wonderful, but it didn't last long enough. I'll be looking forward to it, to seeing you. Do you have a place, a private place?
Yes. I have my own place, no roommates, and I'll be looking forward to having you on a bed.
On a bed? Oh Richard, this was great, but having you on a bed would be fabulous. Goodbye Richard, she said, raising her head for a kiss, and I'll be looking forward to calling you 'Dick,' again.
They kissed, and with a big smile he went out. Charlotte quickly locked the door behind him. Now she had cum to drain, lots of cum. Just like she had feared, it made squirting noises as she tried to force it out so she could get out of here as soon as possible. That would have been been so embarrassing to have him hear.
She heard someone trying the door handle as she was wiping her tender lips. Oh no, whoever that is, I hope they didn't hear me squirting. Whoever it was, they walked away, because as soon as she opened the door, there was no one there. Thank goodness, she thought, no one interrupted our fuck.
Charlotte saw Richard outside a little later but avoided him, and thankfully he did not push it and didn't ask her to dance again. There would be plenty of time in the future, she had decided.
'Where is my husband?' She couldn't spot him in this crowd and figured that maybe he was off in some bedroom or something. Whatever he might be getting, it could no way top what she had just been given.
She danced with two more men, and neither tried to fondle her, at least not openly, though one of the two gently placed his hand on her ass and left it there. Charlotte kept looking for her husband. Nowhere to be seen. The fuckers in some bedroom again, I'll bet.
Hoping to see her husband one more time, she lingered, and even allowed another man to come up next to her at the bar as she had herself one last drink. As they conversed, he moved in close to her, mask to mask and managed to run his leg partially up between hers. She let him linger, because what felt like his knee against her pussy felt good.
This is great, she was thinking as she kept an eye out for her husband. Wearing a mask out in public lets you do just about anything. As long as your mate doesn't know.
When he then tried to place both hands around her ass and tug her in tighter, Charlotte tried pulling away, but not before his knee came into hard contact against her clit and making it tingle. She almost yielded to his advances, and then got control of her senses. Not again. Still, she waited, since this was something new to her.
He was tugging her into his knee, then releasing his grip on her ass slightly and pulling her in again, in effect, fucking her with his knee by moving her body. Then one of his hands went onto her left tit. Right here in public. No. I can't be doing this, Charlotte said, looking around. But she didn't seem to be resisting all that much so he again tried as he went under her costume and had himself a good feel of bare tit.
She almost ********** with desire as she felt her hard nipple being squeezed between two of his fingers. Please, I'm married, and No, she said again, loud enough for him to hear as she was moving away.
Just before the unmasking at midnight, something she couldn't participate in if her husband was near, she slipped away and went home. Once there, Charlotte put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation her husband would make for his behavior. She was going to confront her husband and say that she had came to the party and seen him cavorting with women and then going into the back with one of them.
'I followed you down the hall,' she would say, 'and saw you go into a bedroom with her.' She felt safe in accusing him of that, because it had been her.
His only hope was if he actually had known it was her, and said so right then, that he had been playing along. If so, she would 'forgive him,' they could laugh, make up, and then finish off with a good session of lovemaking. But if he had not known it was her, she was going to make him sleep in another room while they both thought about their future. If he had done this at a party, he might have been cheating on her in the past. She on the other hand, had always been faithful to him.
Charlotte had been faithful that is, until tonight. Several men had felt her up, one even getting his hand on her bare breast, but of course everyone was masked. Before tonight, only her husband had felt up her ass, or her breasts. Then that one man she had danced with she had allowed to go too far. But now the 'damage' was done and she planned to enjoy doing more damage.
That black man has a beautiful cock and really knows how to fuck, and besides that, Richard really seems to have a nice personality. I might end up spending lots of time with him. Of course, since he works where my husband works I'll have to be careful, but his cock, and the way he uses it will be worth it.
But her concern now was with her husband. Her mind was going back, and over and over Charlotte rehashed the memories in her mind. If her husband actually had known that it was her in the bedroom, she had no justification for going on and letting that black man finger her. He had caused her to orgasm, right there on the dance floor.
He had been so large between the legs, and it had been extremely exciting to take him into the back. The bathroom had worked out great, but maybe she should have gone into the same bedroom she had been in with her husband. It would have been so much fun to lie on that same bed and be stretched and penetrated to new levels right after having been there with her husband.
She decided to shower, and during the entire time she washed, Charlotte was thinking of the strange black man, his penis, and how good his finger and then his cock had felt. She lingered as the warm water, with the gentle soap she was using, felt so good on her lips, her yes, tender lips. They had never felt quite like this before.
He's a good kisser too!
Charlotte was sitting up reading when her husband came in around one, and she greeted him with an innocent smile and asked what kind of a time he had.
First, being all concerned about her, he asked. How about you? Are you feeling better?
Yes. Much better now. I've spent most of the evening sitting here and reading.
Good, he said. Now about me. It was the same old thing. You know I never have a good time at parties when you're not there.
She began laying her trap. Did you dance much?'
'I'll tell you Charlotte, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But you're not going to believe when I tell you all the details of what happened to the guy I loaned my costume to!
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