Samantha's Story: Return to BBC Pt. 03

While bartending at the golf course event, I was counting down to the time my manager said I could leave due to me not feeling well. I took the manager up on her offer, left my shift early, and headed straight back to Desmond's. On my drive, I began thinking of my ways to keep the second life I was creating for myself secretive. I also began to think back to ten years prior when I had my brief affair with my black neighbor Bryce. I was still curious where he was today and puzzled why he didn't pursue me again after our three encounters. With Desmond, I was infatuated with the idea of having him as my boytoy, "Play it cool Samantha," I said to myself. I was also consumed with guilt. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I could not help myself and hence, a good reason for my future therapy.

I arrived at Desmond's still wearing my bartending outfit. I didn't want to waste time changing back to my regular clothes and I thought how it was the outfit I was wearing when I first got his attention. After he welcomed me in, he offered me a beer, and we sat on his couch. He had the TV on to the Food Network which he said was something he always watched. I found it comical for this beautiful big black man watching the Food Network alone in his home on Saturday night. We continued to talk a while, and I began to enjoy our conversation. It felt like a first date which I had not been on for over 15 years. We talked about our lives, I really enjoyed his personality and thought that under different circumstances, it was someone I could have ended up. I laughed in my head how poorly received it also would have been with my conservative white family and friends. In our conversation, I also made it clear on how important my family was to me. He completely understood and agreed we would just keep our relationship casual and discreet. I told him no more texting, and I would instead e-mail him. I didn't want to take any chances of anyone seeing my phone and come across our text exchange or pictures. Later that night when I got home, I created a secret e-mail for myself. I then deleted the evidence except for the two sexy pics of myself that I decided I would send to Dan at some point.

While still at Desmond's, after we talked for over an hour, I found that my time was beginning to run out. I told him I was too sore to have sex again. I would have if I was staying the night. I was so turned on by him, not just because he was super sexy, but I also really liked his personality. When we began to make out, I contemplated fucking him again but decided to just blow him again. I was so aroused with the thought of pleasuring him. When I grabbed his hard cock over his shorts, I pulled out the beast.

"I still can't believe how big your cock is," I said to boost his ego. I then stood up in front on him, pulled my white button-down shirt off over my head, and then took off my bra to have him enjoy the sight of my tits. He sat on the couch, he removed his shorts, and his hard cock sprang up over his belly button.

"Now get on your knees and suck this black cock with that slutty mouth of yours," he demanded while holding the bottom of his huge shaft. I quickly obeyed. I was not normally into dirty talk, but it was a turn-on coming from Desmond. Down on my knees between his legs I gave him the best blow job I possibly could give. "Oh yeah, suck that cock, oh yeah. You love sucking on that black cock, don't you? You love being a slutty housewife that loves sucking on big black cock, don't you?"

I hummed "mmm, hmm" with every question he gave. I was in the moment and loved satisfying him. I stretched out my mouth as wide as possible and choked the back of my throat while I also jerked his shaft with both of my small hands.

"Oh fuck yeah, you suck that dick good. I going to cum and you're going to swallow my load again," he said as he held down the back of my head with both of his strong hands. He didn't give me a choice, and I didn't want him to. I wanted to satisfy him so he would want me to come back for more. I wanted to be his obedient married white slut and once again taste his full load. I didn't waste a drop when he came in my mouth. I shallowed two big gulps of his seaman and then licked off his big meaty shaft.

After blowing Desmond, I stood back up to put my bra and shirt back on. He got up, walked to his kitchen and came back with his semi-hard cock dangling down, and two more beers. Drinking the beer hit the spot as it eased my adrenaline, and it soothed by beaten throat. I drank it down and then could not resist grabbing his cock again when I hugged him goodbye. With his arms wrapped around me and my small hand wrapped around his big cock I said, "I look forward to visiting you again."

When I got home, I created my secret e-mail and sent Desmond an e-mail with a smiling selfie of myself in my driver seat saying, "that was fun." When I got inside, Dan and the kids were asleep. I took a shower and thought of future ways I could hook up with Desmond. When I got out of the shower, I looked at my naked body in the mirror and liked what I saw. It had been years since I felt so sexy. I then put on a sexy nighty and immediately fell asleep.

When I woke up from a hard night sleep, Dan and the kids were still sleeping. I got up to go to the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet I checked my secret e-mail and was pleased to see I had just gotten a response from Desmond. It was a message saying, "good morning sexy," and it included a picture of him lying in bed and the camera aimed down to show off his chiseled abs and massive erection.

I stood up, checked myself in the mirror, and messaged him back with a selfie of me in my nighty and saying, "you are so hot!!!"

I then proceeded to go back to my married bed. I was so horny I decided to get under the covers and wake Dan up to me sucking his morning wood. It was not something I did often, but he was very receptive to the spontaneous blow job. His 5-inch dick was much easier to suck, and I made him cum in no time. I swallowed down his load and I remember thinking how odd of a comparison it was of the two dicks I blew within an eight-hour span. Dan asked what had gotten into me and I just said I was horny because of all the men that hit on me the night before. He laughed and was proud of having a sexy wife that other men were attracted to. He also was not jealous or worried about his "faithful" wife. He would have never fathomed the idea of me cheating on him as we really did have a loving marriage, and I never gave off any impression that I was anything but loyal to him.

With my renewed sense of sexability, Dan benefited from it greatly. We fucked any chance we had. Our sex life was never healthier. Meanwhile, I thought of Desmond whenever we fucked and in my free time, I continued to e-mail with Desmond. Despite all the sex Dan and I were having; I still craved more. I could not wait for my next encounters with Desmond.

To be continued...