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by southwind (edited)
Annette’s eyes fluttered momentarily before opening fully. Lying on her back, legs still parted and draped over the edge of the mattress, she stared absently at the fan blades twirling above her.
The events of the prior two hours replayed in her mind. She was well aware of the boundary she was crossing when she allowed herself to be taken by Terrell. Knowing this time of reflection would come, Annette was surprised she wasn’t feeling as guilty as she thought she should.
Thoughts of remorse and regret would be the logical emotions a normal wife might feel after betraying her husband. But she wasn’t a normal wife. And this wasn’t a normal marriage. What husband tries to control everything his wife does? Everything she thinks? What she can and can’t wear out in public? What husband expects his wife to suck his dick or open her legs anytime he gets hard?
At least have a good enough cock to make it tolerable, she chuckled to herself.
Did he ever take the time to ask what I want? Annette couldn’t remember the last time the Chief went down on her. It was always expected, of course, that she take him into her mouth, but that favour hadn’t been returned in years.
Comparisons between the two men were inevitable. Although her husband tried hard to convince everyone how tough and confident he was, she knew deep down he was a jealous, insecure man. Yes, he talked a big game and threw his weight around to get what he wanted, but when it came right down to it, his performance has been just not all that great. In and out of the bedroom, she thought.
Terrell, on the other hand, had a quiet confidence about him. He had taken her with actions, not words. A quiet seduction that led to the most sexually gratifying hour of her life.
Slowly the comparison between the two men turned from personality traits to physical characteristics. Again, it was no contest. While the Chief and his flabby belly could barely hold an erection, Terrell’s seemed to go on forever. Though her sexual experiences were limited, she had never known a man who had the ability to ejaculate twice in one hour as he did.
And then there was the size issue. Annette giggled to herself as she came to her own conclusion on one of the most debated questions in history. Yes, size does matter.
Annette turned her head to the side to read the clock that read: 4:30. She had been asleep for almost two hours. She could feel his dried cum on her face and cheeks. She made a lazy effort to dust as much of the crusty residue as she could away with her hands before letting them fall back to the bed.
She made a mental list of the things that would have to be done to put the house back in order. The bed sheets would have to be washed. She could feel the damp spot beneath her. Her clothes would undoubtedly need to be washed too. And the carpet downstairs. She recalled how much cum had erupted from his cock. Surely some of it had soaked into the floor where she knelt before him.
Standing up, she struggled to steady herself. The odd position of her legs, spread and bent over the mattress for nearly two hours, had caused them to fall asleep. She could feel the soreness of her pussy as she took small, measured steps towards the bathroom.
She hobbled gingerly across the spacious bathroom and turned on the water in the Jacuzzi. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she peeled off her thigh highs and unfastened her bra, allowing her full breasts some much-needed relief.
Cupping them in her hands, she wondered what Terrell thought about them. The Chief had certainly loved playing with them, and she had to admit, she enjoyed the feel of his hands on them.
But did Terrell like them? He had squeezed them hard after their initial embrace, harder than the Chief does, and that had turned Annette on. She wondered if his hands would ever find their way to them again.
The hot water felt wonderful on her legs as she stepped into the tub. When she fully submerged herself, she took a moment to savour the soothing sensation washing over her body. Leaning her head back, she began to recount the details of her encounter with Terrell. She recalled her first look at his beautiful cock, the way it sprang out of his grey sweat pants and stood proudly in front of her as she knelt before him. How incredibly hard and stiff it was when her lips touched it for the first time.
Annette was getting horny again. She quickly shifted her thoughts to something else in an effort to squash her growing desires.
Groceries. Oil change. Paying bills. CSI. Dentist appointment. Ebay. The weather.
All of these things went through her mind and, on a normal day, would have sufficiently held her attention. But try as she might, her thoughts kept turning back to her young black lover. And as a result, she found herself powerless to resist the lure of the toy that lay hidden under her bed. She lifted herself out of the water and happily retrieved the object of her desires.
Settling back into the tub, she lowered her right arm and cradled her boobs. She could envision Terrell wrapping his large hands around them, massaging them firmly as he had done this afternoon. She rubbed the tip of the black dildo against her hard nipples, then slid it between her cleavage, working it up and down between her large mounds.
Her left hand disappeared beneath the water and slowly began massaging her clitoris. Vivid memories were now filling her mind. Looking up at him as he stood over her, holding her legs apart. Seeing his thick black cock embedded in her pussy. Oh, how powerful it had felt inside her!
She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and began sliding the dildo inside her pussy. Slowly at first, but working faster as the brief and erotic images from this afternoon flickered rapidly through her mind, each eliciting an uncontrollable physical and verbal response.
Powerful thrust….Ohhhhhh. Deep inside…….yessssss. Fucking me…..Uh-huh. Filling me…….Mmmmmm. So hard……Ohhhh yessssss! So thick……ohhhhhhh fuck! Black cock……ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
She gripped the side of the tub with her right hand as the orgasm shook her body. Her vision blurred slightly as she struggled to return her breathing back to normal. The orgasm was incredible, they always were when she used the toy. But now that she had been fucked by a real black cock, it didn’t seem quite the same. That experience had elevated her pleasure to a level she had never dreamed possible. She quickly surmised that anything short of that, including the black toy, and definitely including her small-cocked husband, would leave her wanting for more.
Once calmed down, Annette stepped out of the tub, dried herself off and squeezed her boobs in a pink bra. She then slipped on a pair of matching panties and assessed herself in the mirror. A quiet confidence flickered within her as she struck various poses. For the first time in recent memory, she acknowledged an appreciation for the person looking back at her.
Years of living with the Chief had slowly diminished her self-confidence. And now, after her encounter with Terrell, it seemed as if a fire had been ignited.
In a symbolic act of rebellion, she decided to wear nothing over her bra and panties while she went about the business of cleaning the house.
She walked back into the bedroom and took stock of the carnage before her: pillows were on the floor, the mattress lay crooked on the box springs, the sheets were in disarray and there was a huge wet spot in the area where he had taken her. Annette stared in awe.
Did all that fluid come from my body? How much of it belonged to Terrell?
Slipping the sheets off the bed and placing them into the clothes hamper, she made her way downstairs and loaded up the washing machine. Next, she retrieved the carpet cleaner and headed to the stains on the floor where she had taken the first load of Terrell’s cum.
The irony of kneeling down in this area was not lost on Annette. A depraved thought of licking the dried cum spots was dismissed, but for a brief moment the idea sent tingles down her body. She would swallow the Chief’s cum occasionally and never really gained any satisfaction out of it. On the other hand, taking Terrell’s cum, or as much as she could anyway, seemed so natural and expected. She would eagerly do it again if the opportunity presented itself.
It was after she finished with the carpet that Annette noticed the folded up piece of paper on the coffee table. Written on the outside of the paper was a single letter: ‘A’. Annette excitedly opened it and read: Thanks for a memorable afternoon, Mrs. Olson. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are a beautiful woman. I want to see you again. Call me.
Annette refolded the paper and set it back on the table. She stared out the window for a moment. Then went through the motions of cleaning, organizing and putting away dishes keeping her mind busy and pretending to give deep consideration to his request.
But who was she kidding? Of course she was going to call!
She tapped Terrell’s number into her phone and waited breathlessly.
“This is Terrell,” came the sound on the other end.
The voice made her knees weak. Embers began burning from within.
“Hi,” she said in a nervous, almost girlish tone.
She bit her knuckle in frustration. She wanted to say more. But what? This is Annette and I really need to see you again? I want to suck your cock again? I want to fuck you again?
Thankfully, Terrell’s soothing voice gave her the reprieve she needed. “Hi Mrs. Olson…”
They chatted for several minutes before he ended the call. Annette’s mind could barely register a coherent thought as she held the phone in her hand. The whole conversation had been a blur. All she knew is that she had agreed to meet him at his place in an hour.
Annette knocked timidly on his door and felt her stomach flutter as the footsteps from the other side grew closer. When the door opened, she let out a silent moan. There he stood, the man who had dominated her thoughts for the last 24 hours, wearing only a tight pair of white briefs. The contrast in colour stood out immediately, as did the mound that was tucked inside.
Terrell grinned knowingly as he took notice of her wandering eyes. He welcomed her into his house and, once inside, wrapped his arms around her. Leaning his head close to her ear, he whispered, “Did you enjoy this afternoon?”
“Yes,” she replied in the same whispered tone.
“And you’re here because you want it again,” he said as his hard cock pressed into her.
It wasn’t a question, but Annette replied anyway.
Terrell broke the embrace and stepped back.
“Take your clothes off,” he directed.
Annette was eager to please her young black lover. She peeled her shirt off and unfastened her bra. Her boobs swayed back and forth as she removed her shorts and panties. Standing naked in the middle of the living room, she submissively awaited his next command.
“Lay down,” he motioned towards the couch.
Terrell draped one of her legs over the back of the couch and lowered his head to her exposed pussy. He started off slowly, licking her lips and making shallow penetrations with his tongue. Annette’s hands gripped the cushions, her hips involuntarily bucking back and forth, desperate for more of him inside her.
He wedged his finger in and began tickling her clit. Annette moaned louder as his gifted tongue swirled inside her. His tongue sank deeper, the warm and wet sensations leading her to the brink of ecstasy. Flicking his tongue against her clit and massaging her inner walls released the gush of fluids onto his tongue and face.
Terrell stood and used Annette’s shirt to wipe the juices from his face. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he reached down and clamped his fingers firmly around both hard nipples. Lifting up, he guided Annette off her back and onto her wobbly feet. He began leading her. She would have followed him willingly, but the tight grip his fingers hard on her nipples gave her no choice but to comply.
He positioned her near the arm of the couch, turned her around and bent her over. With his powerful hands cupping her ass, he slowly guided his thick cock inside her quivering pussy. Annette whimpered as it eased in. Slowly he pushed until it was fully wedged inside her.
Oh, how she had longed for this moment again!
“That feels so good,” she whimpered.
Terrell enjoyed the mastery he had over the older woman.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
“I….Want….You…..To……Fuck me!” She managed to say between her panting breaths.
“How bad do you want it?” His question was followed with a firm spank on her ass.
Annette was caught off guard by the smack. Her head jerked upwards as she exhaled a guttural moan. The spank elicited a bizarre response. The stinging sensation on her ass was overshadowed by the erotic feeling of being disciplined by her young lover. She momentarily lost her thoughts.
Another spank brought her back to her senses.
“Tell me Annette. Tell me how bad you want it.”
Annette succumbed. “Please Terrell. Please fuck me! I want you so, so bad. Ohhhhhhh please!”
Fuelled by her submission, Terrell pulled out slightly, then slammed the entire length of his cock back inside her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, then launched a flurry of thrusts into her pussy. Over and over again, he hammered his powerful black cock deep inside her with violent thrusts.
Their bodies rocked in unison as he gripped her hair and continued to punish her pussy. The pitch of her moans elevated each time he spanked her ass. Soon, a thundering orgasm erupted and he shot his load deep inside her pussy. Annette responded with her own orgasm as she felt his hot fluids streaming inside her.
Annette was exhausted as Terrell pulled his cock out. Her used body slid off the couch and landed limply on the floor. She lay on her side, gasping for breath as she tried to recover from the incredible fucking he had just administered.
Terrell stood over her and admired his conquest. His cock had pounded her into submission to the point where she could barely move. He used his foot to nudge her onto her back, her arms lazily falling to the floor above her head. He then straddled her, laying his cock along the length of her face. With the base at her chin and the tip reaching her forehead, Terrell thought briefly about taking a picture and sending it to the Chief.
“Clean me up, Annette.”
Annette slowly but obediently tilted her head and began licking the juices off his cock. Her eyes were half-closed as she moved up and down the length of him, her tongue gliding across the contours of his skin. Terrell occasionally shifted his cock and fed her parts she wasn’t able to reach in her position under him.
Once sufficiently cleaned, Terrell stood up and walked away. Annette’s head rested back onto the floor. She closed her eyes and felt her world fade to black.
When Annette came to, she wearily took in her surroundings. The lights were dim. A game played on TV and footsteps were heard in another room. She crooked her neck in another direction and spotted the clock on the wall: 9:00 p.m.
Shit! What the hell just happened, she wondered?
Annette once again found herself mentally wiped out after being fucked senseless by her new lover. She didn’t have her cell phone close by, but she was sure there were a few missed calls from her husband. She would have to call him soon and check in. A quick excuse of being at her friend’s house would probably offer a reasonable explanation if she needed one.
In the meantime, her body ached from lying on the hard floor for so long. She stretched her arms and legs, then rolled over into a sitting position.
Terrell appeared from the hallway, walking naked in her direction, his cock swinging proudly from side to side. It had been one hell of a fuck, Annette recalled. The young man certainly had a gift and was masterful in knowing exactly what to do and what to say. She had never been spanked before, but, oddly enough, the degradation seemed to intensify the orgasm.
And speaking of which, her ass were really hurting at the moment. Annette eased up from her sitting position and crawled next to him on the couch. She laid her head on his shoulder and sat in silence as she admired his young toned body. Not an ounce of body fat, she thought. His stomach was lean, his abdominal muscles pressed against his skin. Although his cock had softened, it was still an impressive sight as it rested on the couch.
They chatted about a lot of things over the next 30 minutes: favourite restaurants, hobbies, friends, movies and an assortment of other innocent topics. Soon, however, the conversation turned to more pressing matters.
“What about….,” Her voice trailed off.
“Your husband?” Terrell completed the sentence for her.
Annette nodded her head.
“He’s a dick. The motherfucker’s crooked, he’ll get what’s comin’ to him soon.”
“But he’s dangerous. He knows people. He…”
“He’s soft,” Terrell interrupted.
Pieces of his plan were coming together nicely. There were still a few holes remaining, but those would be easily filled in time. It was becoming clear to him that retribution against the Chief was a certainty. Now it was simply a matter of degree: how much pain, how much loss and how much humiliation would be inflicted upon the worthless, arrogant wimp was yet to be determined.
Annette began tracing her fingers down his chest. Sliding it across his ABS and back up. She could see his cock stiffening again, and her hand slowly descended to give it attention.
This wonderful, big, black cock, she thought as she held it in her hands.
The powerful cock that had been the focus of her desires over the last 24 hours. The cock that brought her to one orgasm after another so effortlessly. As if paying tribute to the object which had delivered her so much pleasure, she slid to her knees in front of him and kissed it. Then pulled away and admired it as it stiffened in front of her.
She began stroking it with her left hand, her wedding ring shining as she rubbed up and down. She was fascinated with the size, the thickness, the colour. Images of her husband’s cock came to mind and the comparisons began again. Terrell’s was so much bigger, more than twice the length and thickness of her husband’s pathetic 4 inches. So much better.
Her right hand cupped his balls as she lowered her mouth onto his cock. At first she just took the head before pulling out and kissing down the shaft. Her mouth returned and slowly took half the cock inside her before reflexes forced it out. Kissing down the shaft and back up again, she took him a third time. This time she was able to get most of it comfortably in her mouth.
Terrell looked down as she laboured away. The urge to use his hands to push her down fully onto his hard cock dissipated as Annette seemed to take him in without his guidance. Instead, he leaned back, locked his fingers behind his head and watched the Chief’s wife bob up and down on his cock.
He owned her. The plan, or whatever loose definition he assigned to it, were working much better than he imagined.
Terrell’s abdominal muscles tightened as he neared the brink. Annette encouraged his orgasm by sliding her mouth up and down his cock as fast as she possibly could. She wanted his cum so badly. She wanted to taste it, feel it gushing into her mouth. But as much as she wanted to satisfy her own desires, it seemed to Annette that her primary motivation was to please the young man who was sitting in front of her. The man who was slowly taking control over her.
A stream of cum shot from Terrell’s cock and into her throat. She immediately began gagging, causing some cum to dribble out the corner of her mouth. The remaining loads squirted onto her chin, throat and breasts. She leaned back and coughed, disappointed that she wasn’t able to take the entire load.
Once her coughing subsided, she scooted in closer and nestled herself between his legs, her head resting on his upper thigh. Terrell reached down and draped his cock over her shoulder as they both relaxed in silence.
Was it just this afternoon that we started this, She thought to herself?
She was still amazed at how quickly she had given herself over to this man. And equally surprised at how little regret she had, so far anyway, to the infidelity she was inflicting on her marriage. She recalled reading a novel once about a middle-aged woman discovering her ‘sexual awakening.’
Maybe this is my time, she wondered.
She began to reflect on the Chief once again. It wasn’t so much her cheating that was of concern. After all, Annette knew that Jack took liberties in their marriage. She had seen all the telltale signs, the phone numbers in his pockets, the excuses for working late and so on.
It was more of the consequences of what he would do to her if he discovered the tryst. Though far from a wife beater, he was prone to grabbing her arm from time to time, as he had in the break room yesterday. Would he fly off the deep end and go crazy if he found out? The fact that he was so concerned about his public reputation gave her slight relief over this possible reaction. But still, the doubts lingered.
Terrell tapped her on the shoulder, breaking the internal debate that was raging in her mind.
“I have to get ready for work,” he announced.
Annette dressed, embraced her lover and headed home in the darkness.
Annette woke up in the morning and thoughts of Terrell immediately dominated her mind. Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved her phone and texted him.
Annette: What are u doing?
Terrell: Just got off work. U?
Annette: Thinking about u. Can u come over?
Terrell: 9am. No panties.
At precisely 9:00 am, the patrol car pulled into the driveway. Terrell walked into the living room looking handsome as usual. His pressed uniform fit snugly over his thin frame. Annette was wearing black shorts and a tight white tank top that stretched across her generous bosom. Underneath she wore a white satin bra. And, as Terrell had instructed, no panties.
Once the door shut, Annette immediately embraced Terrell and began kissing him passionately, her knee sliding up the side of his leg. She simply couldn’t help herself in front of this man and was becoming more unabashed in showing her desires.
Terrell broke the embrace and turned her around. Bringing her arms around her back, he held them together. Annette felt the cold steel around her wrists and let out a deep breath. She then heard the familiar sound of the handcuffs locking together.
Once her arms were secured, Terrell, still standing behind her, leaned in and whispered playfully in her ear. “You’re under arrest.”
He then kissed her neck and slid his hand over her breasts, causing a soft moan to bellow from within. His other hand travelled further down and slid into her shorts. Terrell could feel the wetness as his hands slid across her pussy. He ventured a finger inside and could feel Annette’s body respond.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yesssss,” she whispered as her head leaned back into Terrell’s chest.
A second finger slid in and began massaging the walls of her aching pussy. Annette’s knees weakened. Slowly and teasingly, his hands gently massaged the folds of skin surrounding her clitoris. The sensation she felt between her legs, along with his gentle kisses on her neck was bringing her to the brink of an orgasm. Terrell’s other hand continued massaging her boobs. Her nipples were hard and Terrell began pinching them through the thin top she was wearing.
“Ohhhh…..Ohhhhhh…….Terrell!” She whimpered.
Her knees buckled when the orgasm washed over her. With quick dexterity, Terrell wrapped his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. As she lay draped over his arm gasping for breath, Annette absently wondered if there were no end to the pleasure this man could administer.
Terrell hoisted her back onto her feet before she could fully recover.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Annette turned around. She watched helplessly from the door as Terrell walked to the centre of the living room and began unbuttoning his shirt. She breathed deeply as his defined ABS were revealed. The pants were next, and Annette was nearing a hypnotic state of arousal as she saw the large bulge pressing against his boxers. When he slid them off, she found her mouth-watering.
Now standing naked in the centre of her living room, his large cock fully erect, Terrell asked, “Where is your husband usually sitting?”
“In that recliner,” Annette motioned with her head.
Terrell sat in the chair, his lanky body sinking deep into the spot where the Chief’s wide ass had carved out through years of laziness.
“Come over here, Annette.”
Obediently, Annette walked over, stood before Terrell and awaited his next instructions. With her hands cuffed behind her back, her breasts heaved forward against the tight tank top that barely held them in. Terrell simply couldn’t resist touching them again.
He reached for them and carefully massaged the large mounds. He then took his thumb and forefinger and began pinching her hard nipples as they pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Softly at first, then with more pressure. Annette’s head rolled back and she felt the familiar feeling of numbness in her legs.
After several minutes of working over her breasts, Terrell’s cock was ready to be serviced.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
Annette knelt before him. Terrell began stroking his cock as she watched on.
“Do you want to suck this cock Annette?”
“Ask me nicely.”
“May I please suck your cock?” She pleaded.
“May I please suck your cock, master. Say it Annette.”
“May I please suck your cock, master?”
A desperation was in her voice and she barely acknowledged the new status he had just bestowed upon both of them. 24 hours ago, she never would have imagined herself in this position. Half-naked, handcuffed and kneeling in front of this young black man. Begging to suck his cock. Addressing him as Master as he sat confidently in her husband’s recliner.
But lust and desire had long replaced morals and dignity. All Annette could comprehend at the moment was this beautiful, hard black cock had delivered her into a realm of pleasure she never thought possible. And she was determined to stay in that sensual place they both had created for as long as humanly possible.
“You may suck my cock.”
Annette’s head lowered down into his lap and she began to eagerly suck his thick cock. Even with her hands bound behind her, she tried to do a thorough job in pleasing her new Master. And if his moans were any measure, her long strokes on his cock, mixed with occasional kisses up and down the shaft and balls, were having a positive effect.
Terrell’s right hand slipped through her hair. He then tightened his grip and gently pulled her mouth from his cock. Annette looked up at him, unsure. He stood up and directed Annette to sit on the floor with her back resting against the front of the recliner. Terrell stepped one foot over her body and was now standing over her. With her restrained body watching helplessly below him, he began stroking his cock and looking down at her.
Annette looked up and admired the strong black cock hovering over her. She loved how he massaged it, taking long strokes down the length of it. The rich brown chocolate colour making her yearn for a touch. He began stroking faster, the tightening in his leg muscles signifying his impending eruption.
On cue, Annette leaned her head back onto the seat of the recliner and opened her mouth wide. Terrell moaned above her and launched a stream of cum that splattered onto her lips, nose and forehead. Another few strokes forced out the next rope of cum that landed above her head and onto the recliner seat; the very spot where the Chief rested his lazy ass each night.
Terrell held onto his powerful cock and lowered himself to one knee, placing it directly into her face. No command was needed this time. Annette knew the task she was obligated to perform on her Master. She leaned forward and began lapping cum off the tip of his throbbing cock.
Pleased with her efforts, Terrell raised himself up and began putting his uniform back on. Annette remained cuffed and leaning against the recliner. Her face splattered with his cum, she watched him longingly. She would have stayed there all day if he wanted. It was both frightening and unbelievably erotic to contemplate the depth of depravity she would endure for her young black Master.
Once fully dressed, Terrell uncuffed her and delivered a peck on the cheek as he walked out the door.
The Chief would be home in a few hours so the rest of the day would be spent cleaning for Annette, although her thoughts drifted frequently to the events of the last 24 hours. How she had gone from loving wife to a wanton sex slave. Terrell was a powerhouse. A minister of pleasure.
How many times had he cum during their time together, she marvelled?
Annette was lucky to get Jack to cum once in a 24 hour period. Not that he ever fulfilled her anyway, but she wondered what sex would be like with him after experiencing her lover’s powerful black cock.
Both shared a similar desire for power and control. But the similarities ended there. Jack’s power came as a result of intimidation, threats and shady dealings. She knew why he wore the uniform all the time. Seeing a police officer had the automatic effect of making others feel inferior, and Jack fed off that. Annette wondered, without it, without the uniform, the duty belt, leather boots, sunglasses and that stupid badge, would he be as strong?
Terrell, on the other hand, didn’t need a uniform or badge to have control. He oozed confidence and made Annette want to surrender to the parts of him that artificial props couldn’t mask. She couldn’t say the same about Jack. Underneath the uniform was a flabby, small-cocked excuse for a man who, when the chips were down, at least sexually speaking, could not perform for her.
The Chief arrived home around 5:00 pm, his finger looped around the plastic strap that once held a six pack of beer. The remaining three beers clunked together as he removed his hat. Annette greeted him at the door and gave him a quick embrace. Just eight hours earlier, she stood in this same exact spot, handcuffed while Terrell’s gifted fingers brought her to a thundering orgasm. She leaned into Jack, pecked him on the cheek and glided back into the kitchen.
A little spring in her step, Jack thought. She must have missed me. Sex will be good tonight!
As was his custom, Jack left his uniform on and went directly to his recliner to sit down and have a beer. From the kitchen, Annette smiled to herself, knowing that earlier, her head was draped over the edge of that recliner while Terrell stood over her and stroked his beautiful black cock. Her husband was probably sitting in a few spots of his dried cum. Annette didn’t bother cleaning that spot up. She giggled at the thought.
She looked back at her phone to see Terrell’s latest message come through. She playfully responded, then opened up the picture he sent her. Her pussy moistened as she took in a close up of his hard black cock next to a tape measure. The tip of his huge dick just going over the ten-inch mark. A message accompanied it: How does your husband measure up?
My husband’s looks like a schoolboys dick compared to that beautiful thing, she thought. Annette blushed, and resumed her duties.
After dinner, Jack lugged his overnight bag upstairs and called for her. He was already unzipping his pants when she walked in. As usual, foreplay was not on the agenda as he lowered her to the bed. Another memory was awakened as Annette recalled the first time Terrell had taken her on this bed.
Jack’s cock entered her and Annette immediately noticed the difference. The Chief had been awkward in his thrusts, already breathing heavily from the physical exertion. His breath smelled of stale alcohol. His cock had barely registered inside her. Oh, how she longed for Terrell.
Without explanation and without any forethought, Annette rolled the Chief over and sat astride him. Slipping his cock back inside, she began riding him hard.
“What the hell is this?” A surprised Jack said aloud.
Annette didn’t hear as she bounced wildly on top of him. Jack reached up to hold her breasts, but Annette, acting on pure instinct and desire now, slapped them away. She yanked her top off and unfastened her bra, tossing them both on the floor. Eyes closed, hands cupping and squeezing her own boobs, Annette was in another world. The Chief didn’t exist. Her thoughts were focused squarely on her young lover’s cock as she rode her husband.
Just don’t say his name, Annette reminded herself.
She reached down and began massaging her clitoris. If she had been aware of her surroundings, she would have realized that Jack had already cum. But her thoughts were a million miles away.
She continued riding his tiny, softening cock, vigorously rubbing her clit as she ground down on him. Moaning in pleasure, one hand cradling her boobs and the other wedged in her pussy, she commanded the moment over the Chief. He was too shocked to react. He could only look up in helpless amazement as his wife experienced the most amazing orgasm he had ever seen.
After climaxing, Annette closed her eyes and held her position on top of the Chief as she regained her breath. When she recovered, she lowered herself onto the space of the bed beside him. Turning away from her husband, she pulled the blanket covers over her shoulders and isolated herself from him.
Annette was restless as the Chief snored beside her. Restless and horny. She decided to do something she had never done before. Reaching under the bed, she retrieved the dildo that she had cautiously hid from her husband for so many years. It was risky, but her urges simply couldn’t be tempered.
Her pussy was already moist as she rubbed it against her quivering lips. A slight moan escaped as the head slid in. She pushed it in slowly. Very slowly. Teasing herself, imagining Terrell’s cock entering her that first time, in this very spot.
Sliding it in fully, she grabbed a pillow and laid it softly over her head to silence the inevitable moans that would soon follow. Faster and faster she pumped it inside her, thinking of Terrell’s powerful body lying on top of her. She wanted to spread her legs wide, but the risk of kicking the Chief out of his slumber was too great. So she laid mostly still as the toy pummelled her pussy. And soon enough, the orgasm washed over her body. Though not as powerful as usual, it seemed to sate her desires for the moment.
Exhausted, Annette slid the toy out. Her arms were tired and the hand which held the dildo inadvertently came to rest on the Chief’s thigh, right next to his exposed penis. Annette chuckled out loud as she saw the contrast between the two. Jack’s flaccid thin cock looked so inferior compared to the thick black device that stood proudly next to it. Annette looked at the Chief’s limp cock and accurately concluded that it would never be capable of fulfilling her again.
Not that it ever could in the first place, she thought derisively. Such a pathetically small cock, on a pathetically small man.
Terrell’s appearance in her life initiated a new awakening for her. Years of being repressed, both emotionally and sexually, seemed like a wet blanket over her. And now, with Terrell’s presence, that blanket had been lifted. Jack had been in control for all of their 21 years together and it was about time she had some fun.
There, in the silence of the night, with her husband lying next to her, Annette longing for her young black lover.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Terrell continued to fuck the Chief’s wife. Sometimes at her house, sometimes at his and once in the back of his patrol car. His 3rd shift assignment, courtesy of the Chief, had actually provided them ample opportunities to explore their carnal desires.
Through all the sex, texting and phone calls, Annette began to feel a growing allegiance to Terrell. And as their sexual relationship evolved, Annette found herself getting more assertive with her husband. And perhaps there was a touch of resentment too. Resentment for not allowing her to be herself and for keeping her bottled up all these years.
Gone were the frumpy clothes he insisted she wear in public. They were slowly being replaced with tighter fitting, sexier outfits. She was also wearing more makeup than usual. The Chief certainly noticed, and sometimes felt as if his control over the woman was eroding.
She had even denied him sex a couple of times, something that had never happened as he recalled. And when they did have it, she always seemed to take the rare position of being on top. Always playing with her pussy, another new addition to their sex life. Jack arrogantly, but mistakenly concluded that he must be hitting his peak and arousing her like never before.
Annette was just tapping out the final messages to Terrell before retreating back into the living room to spend another lifeless evening with the Chief.
Annette: Hubs is speaking at Chamber of Com tomorrow morn at the station. I have 2 go. Will u be there?
Terrell: I can be. What time.
Annette: 10 am. See u in the break room?
Terrell: Ok. Wear something sexy.
Annette: Yes Master.
As she lay in bed that night, Annette was excited at the idea of seeing Terrell the following morning. It wasn’t long before she felt that familiar sensation running through her body. She reached under the bed and retrieved her black toy. No longer was she concerned about using it while her husband was sleeping. And if he caught her using it, to hell with him. His inability to satisfy her with his tiny dick was the reason she was in this position!
The Chief had a lot on his mind as he drove to work the next morning. There was the issue with Terrell. The black bastard passed the random drug test he had ordered. There would be more. Lots more. And it was only a matter of time before the thug slipped up and did coke. Or weed. Or whatever those people do. And if it didn’t happen soon, Jack would plant it on him. No one fucked with the Chief, he reminded himself.
More pressing on his mind at the moment, though, was the breakfast speech he was obligated to give to the Chamber of Commerce this morning.
A bunch of asshole do-gooders, he thought. Build this, move that. Give a tax break. Have a ribbon cutting ceremony.
In Jack’s opinion, the Chamber was a bunch of lazy, misguided fuck-ups. The more the city grew, the more minorities it attracted. Didn’t those idiots realize this?
And the Mayor was going to be there. He couldn’t stand the little Mexican bitch who, in his opinion, was in way over her head. For one, she was a woman. And women had no place in positions of authority. And two, she was Mexican. Why this city would elect a Mexican as Mayor was beyond him.
No matter though, she was afraid of him anyway. He recalled many meetings where she had caved into his demands with just a raising of his voice. Like all the other Mexicans in this town, the uniform, badge and a loud voice were enough to make her quiver in fear. Jack smiled at the thought of someday having the young woman on her knees giving him a blowjob.
Now that’s something the little Señorita is qualified to do. He nearly laughed out loud as he sipped his coffee.
Annette arrived at the station just prior to 10:00 am. She was hoping to see Terrell before the tour started, so she anxiously made her way to the break room.
The group of officers did a collective double-take as she walked into the break room. Annette not only looked different from they had ever seen. She looked stunning! She was wearing a mid-thigh grey skirt with black hose and heels. On top was a tight-fitting blue satin blouse that accentuated her large breasts.
They were equally stunned when Terrell got up from the table and walked over to the Chief’s wife.
“Follow me,” he said as he began leading her down the hallway to a back stairwell.
“I only have 15 minutes,” she whispered frantically. “Jack speaks soon and I have to be there!”
Terrell clenched her hand and kept going. Once in the basement, he found an unlocked door and the two dashed in, turned on the lights and immediately embraced. Passionate kisses were exchanged and Terrell couldn’t keep his hands off the Chief’s wife. He massaged her breasts with one hand while the other lifted up her skirt. His hands tickled the bare skin just above her stocking tops, then traced the garter belt up and began caressing her soaking pussy.
Annette was all too happy to return the touches. She ran her hands up and down Terrell’s chest as his hands explored her body, pushing her chest out as his hands fondled her.
She gave him one last kiss, then slowly lowered herself onto her knees.
The Chief was pacing in the large conference room where his speech was to be delivered. The group had mostly assembled as he texted his wife for the 4th time in the last five minutes.
“Where the hell is she?” He muttered to himself.
Annette was on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth on the thick black cock that was stuffed in her mouth. Terrell leaned his head back on the wall and held her head with both hands.
She prepared herself as she heard the familiar groan and felt his thigh muscles tighten. Annette really needed to swallow all of it this time. Her choice of a blue blouse turned out to be a poor one, and with little time to clean up, it was essential that she leaves no evidence before going out to meet her husband in front of the audience that had gathered to hear him speak.
The first blast rocketed into the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed lightly, but kept her lips tightened around his shaft and continued moving back and forth. More cum pumped into her mouth. She bundled it inside her cheek until her gagging subsided, then swallowed the remaining load.
Annette stood back up, proud of her accomplishment. She adjusted her blouse, slid the skirt back into place and looked longingly at Terrell.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered hurriedly. “Can I come over after this meeting is over?”
“No. I have people over at my house.”
“Fine, I’ll pick you up and bring you to my house. I have to go.”
The Chief shook his head in disgust as he walked to the stage at the front of the room. The lights dimmed slightly and the chatter began to subside as he made his way to the podium. He stood before the crowded room, removed the prepared speech from his pocket, put on his glasses and looked up. And he was mortified at what he saw.
What the fuck is she wearing?
The Chief saw his wife’s short skirt and tight blouse as she entered the room. His face reddened with anger and he was, for a moment, at a loss for words. An awkward silence followed as the Chief eyed his wife’s movement towards the front row of chairs. The audience picked up on this and they, too, began following her movements.
She took her seat near the front and calmly looked at the Chief as if nothing was amiss. She had felt the stares upon her as she walked slowly into the room and was well aware that with the crossing of her legs, the top of her black stockings were likely exposed to anyone who was still watching her.
“Welcome to the, um…” the Chief weakly began, “…The annual Chamber of Commerce meeting. I’m, uh….Pleased to….”
As he stumbled through his speech, he noticed the stares his wife was receiving. He saw the men looking at her. Saw the lust in their eyes. Jealousy was building by the second.
Annette sat calmly and, on occasion, seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was smiling inwardly, however. Enjoying her husband at the podium, the big, bad Chief of Police, squirm like a helpless worm in front of everyone.
Retribution, she thought wickedly.
Sweet revenge on the man who had, for so many years, held her in check and suppressed her desires. Now it was her time. Her moment. She had never seen him so distracted. So powerless. So weak. All because of her, and it turned her on immensely.
She could still feel the taste of Terrell’s cum swishing around in her mouth. Damn, she needed to feel him again! She needed his thick cock inside her. Annette was lost in thought, but the sound of her name over the speakers shook her to reality. It was the Chief’s voice, calling her up to the podium.
The Chief had made a calculated decision half way through his broken speech. He was going to show all those bastards gawking at his wife who she belonged to.
As it turned out, the Chief’s decision was a bad one. There, in front of his colleagues, the Mayor and the town’s most prominent business leaders, he leaned into Annette, gave her a long kiss and unwittingly took some of Terrell’s cum into his mouth.
Fucking assholes, the Chief fumed as the audience filed out of the room after the speech. He was glad to have that behind him. His performance had been awful and he was humiliated that such a large crowd witnessed the meltdown.
The Chief gripped Annette’s arm tightly.
“You disgust me. Get your ass home. We’re going to have a chat tonight!”
A month ago, Annette would have been petrified at the thought of seeing Jack so angry. So much had changed. She was willing to stand up for herself and confront him. And she would. But more pressing at the moment was her impending meeting with Terrell. She sped through the city streets, her pussy aching for his beautiful black cock.
Terrell was standing in the driveway when she pulled up. A passionate kiss were exchanged as he settled into the passenger seat.
From his viewpoint, he could see her skirt riding high on her thighs, exposing the top lace portion of her nylon stockings. He told her to undo the top few buttons of her blouse, which she obediently did. The lacy black bra squeezed her large boobs together and formed a perfect image for him to look at as they drove through the city streets.
If anyone was looking at the half exposed driver and her young black passenger, Annette wasn’t could care less. She was burning inside. Her hand occasionally massaged Terrell’s cock through his pants as he leaned back in the seat.
When they finally arrived at her house, they hurriedly ran up the stairs into the bedroom.
The Chief was seething at his desk, his face red with anger, fingers balled into a fist. He slammed it onto his desk while recounting the morning’s speech and his wife’s gaudy appearance. The fucking bitch was going off the deep end! She’s behaving so differently, these days. What the fuck has gotten into her?
He decided he couldn’t wait until tonight to straighten things out. He slammed his office door, hurried outside and wedged himself inside a patrol car. Peeling out of the parking lot, he raced home.
Once in the bedroom, Terrell began undressing Annette. He started with the tight blue blouse, untucking it from her skirt and slowly undoing the remaining buttons. He then unzipped her skirt and she let it slide to the floor. Ready to be taken by her lover, she stood in front of him wearing only her black bra, stockings and heels.
The Chief’s hands were gripping the wheel, his knuckles white from the pressure. She made me look like a damn fool in front of all those idiots! Fucking bitch is going to get it now! He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand as he turned into their subdivision.
Annette’s legs were spread wide, her heels pointing towards the ceiling as Terrell pounded his cock inside her.
“Oh Terrell…..Yesssss! Yesssss! YESSSS!”
The Chief screeched his vehicle to a stop in the driveway, got out and stormed through the front door, His heavy footsteps thundered across the living room.
“Annette! We need to talk! Where the hell are you?”