The Doctor's Wife

Bethany had seen enough - She had been going to her son's track and field events ever since he was in junior high school and now that he was winding up his senior year of high school, she guessed she had attended over 100 meets. Paul's team had made it to the state finals just as the boys were getting ready to graduate and had grown from "boys" into young 18- and 19-year-old men. The team was disciplined and fit and had great comradery from competing together over the last 4 years. They were all good kids, got great grades and most had received either academic or sports scholarships to prestigious schools across the country.

Friends close to Bethany and Mike would say they were helicopter parents - they ensured their only son kept his grades up, stayed active in the community, stay off drugs and drinking for the most part and sheltered their child from the bad elements of society.

Mike owned a dental practice in the valley and Bethany helped in his office occasionally and would keep her husband's books. She was also active in local charities and church bazaars and assisted with various soccer and track and field events for the school if needed. They lived in an upscale community in upstate New York, which was very suburban - far from the city. It was an idyllic life far from the trappings of the major metropolis an hour away.

Paul was close to his nineteenth birthday when he got word that he was awarded a partial scholarship to a good school in Boston as well as incentives to be on the track and field team when he hit college in September. But for now, they needed to finish out the remaining meets and close out the year.

Paul's favorite race was the 800 - he was the fastest on his team, finishing the season with a 1:58.02. His teammates excelled in the 1600- and 110-meter hurdles. Each member of the squad brought home record after record and were now facing rivals across the state in the finals.

Many of the parents from Paul's school made the trek into the city for the remaining races and events where they were pitted against teams that were as good or even better than the suburbanites.

For the most part, everyone got along well with the parents and adults from the other schools. Bethany noticed a roughness to the city teams, as she expected, and there was some rather vulgar language thrown around between the urban and suburban kids. Bethany cringed hearing some of the "fuck you" and "eat shit" comments tossed toward her son and his teammates - they weren't used to that language with the local teams, and it worried her that her son may have been too sheltered living in the country.

In addition to the parental fan club, a lot of the girlfriends of the guys on Paul's team tagged along for the event. Back in the day, Bethany would have called them valley or mean girls or even Barbies. She looked up in the stands and saw a sea of pink skirts, little crop top sweaters and yoga pants. She shook her head... Her son dated, but he wasn't prepared for this type of young woman yet. She worried what would happen once he hit college, and some sweet young thing offered him his first pussy. She talked excessively to Mike about it, but Mike shrugged it off and told her that they raised a good boy who would make the right decisions when the time came. He also said that Paul had grown into a responsible and smart young man who was capable of fending off the wiles of adolescent girls gone wild.

She was still mulling over the sights and sounds around her when she heard her girlfriend sigh. Dee and Bethany had been friends for over 10 years despite the differences between the two of them -- While Bethany was always the "good girl" who always did the right thing, married young, got married to her high school sweetheart and had both good grades and a fine standing in the community, Dee was her polar opposite. Denise had been married twice and was now divorced, was a little too loud, drank a little too much and smoked and had a somewhat shadowy reputation as being a little slutty. Bethany knew much of the reputation was contrived but there was an element of truth to some of it. Dee did have an affair with one of the other fathers on the track team, which was scandalized enough, but to hear the other wives and moms talk about her, she was a regular Jezebel.

Bethany and Denise even looked completely different. Dee was tall and blonde with big breasts and an ass that she constantly tried to fit into outfits two sizes too small while Bethany was a trim and petite brunette that constantly worried her butt was going to spread now that she was in her 40s and worked out religiously.

One would wonder how the two women became friends, but they had a commonality in the way they raised their children. Despite all of Dee's shortcomings, she was an excellent mother who doted over her son and made sure he didn't make the same mistakes she made in life. If anything, Dee was stricter than Bethany.

Bethany looked over at her friend and said, "What's the heavy sigh for?"

Dee made a face and let her tongue flop out comically and said, "Just look at those boys!" gesturing down toward the field in front of the stands.

Bethany looked down but all she saw was three of the black kids from one of the inner-city schools warming up. Two were stretching, but one had stripped his shirt off and was flexing a little -- he was lean and muscular and obviously putting on a show for the girls in the stands.

She turned to Dee and said, "What, those kids? What about them?"

Dee wagged her tongue up and down and said, "For Pete's sake, Bethany -- look at those bodies! They're like little black gods. I wonder if the rumors are true about black guys!"

Bethany smacked her in the arm, chiding her.

"They're kids, Dee... you perv!"

Dee laughed and said, "Those are men, not kids -- every single one of them is at least 18 or 19 and sexy as fuck... I'd be all over them if they wanted to try an old lady!"

Bethany winced at her friend's cursing and shook her head, looking around to make sure no one else heard them.

Almost on cue, the one who was flexing looked up at them in the stands and grinned. It had to be a coincidence... they were too far up for the boys, the MEN, on the field to have heard Dee's comments. But then she looked at his face and realized he was looking past her to the left, further up in the stands. He was waving at a group of girls that Bethany sort of recognized from previous meets from another suburban school close to where Paul went. She didn't know them well enough to say hello and the girls were preoccupied gawking at the guys on the field anyhow.

The young black buck grinned and bounded up into the stands to talk to them.

"Morning, ladies -- like what you see?" he asked.

The girls laughed and rebuked him immediately.

"Not hardly... you think we'd be interested in city trash like you?" one of them commented teasingly.

The black guy quickly came back with, "C'mon, girl... I see you checking me out... why don't you come down and watch us smoke your boyfriends in the next race? Then I'll have time to show you what a real man can do for you..."

The girls looked at one another and burst out in simultaneous laughter...

One of them, a little blonde in a short skirt and tank top spoke up first.

"You're the one smoking something, boy... Our guys are state champs... all you're gonna see is the back of their heads as they run by...!"

The black kid was not to be deterred. He said, "Speaking of head...."

The girls all went "EWWWW" at once. Another one, a short haired brunette with small breasts said, "Not in your wildest dreams, black boy... not if you were the last man on earth!"

The banter back and forth continued until the young man shook his head and headed back down to his teammates.

Bethany and Dee looked at each other. Bethany put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh and Dee grinned. They heard the one girl say to the other two, "I should tell Bradley about that little punk trying to put the moves on us. He'd kick his black ass from here back to whatever shit hole he came from!" And then they all laughed.

Dee turned to Bethany and said, "These babies wouldn't know what to do with a black cock... I'd certainly like to try!"

Bethany grinned and then told Dee to keep her voice down -- that there were people around. Dee just shrugged and said she couldn't care less about what people thought of her, and she'd love to have the opportunity if she was young again.

Bethany shook her head and said, "Denise, you're so bad... I could never cheat on Mike, especially with a Black guy! There's more to marriage than just sex."

Dee poo pooed her and said she was being too conservative. The conversation went back and forth for a while and Bethany felt herself starting to blush thinking about it, so she changed the subject. She looked at her watch and saw that their sons' team finals would start in about 30 minutes, so she told Dee she was going to get water and go to the bathroom. Dee said she'd keep their seats warm.

Bethany noticed that the girls in the stand were quiet and looked up. Only one of them was still sitting. The blonde with the miniskirt and the brunette with the short hair and yoga pants were gone. She knew from past meets that their team usually competed against Paul's team, so she assumed they went down to cheer their boyfriends on. She headed down to the concession stand and got a couple of bottled waters for Dee and her and then saw that the line to the bathroom was six deep.

She asked the woman selling water if there were other bathrooms available to the general public. The woman told Bethany that if she walked up the hill past the sports center locker rooms, there were bathrooms up there that should be open to the public. Bethany looked to where she was pointing and judged it was almost 20 minutes up and back -- that she would have just enough time to go and be back for Paul's race. She looked back at the bathroom line and saw even more people, so she decided to trek up to the other restroom.

When she got there, Bethany was happy to see there were no lines and ran in to pee. As she was washing her hands, she heard voices coming from the men's room on the other side of the wall. At first it sounded like crying, so her "mom alert" went up and she rushed out to make sure everyone was okay. She was about to call into the men's room when she heard a young man's voice.

"That's right, bitch -- suck that black cock... You know you want it!"

Bethany felt her heart in her throat, and she flattened against the cool concrete wall so she could listen. She heard a woman moaning -- it sounded high and almost animalistic in nature and realized it wasn't just two people in the next room. She couldn't catch her breath but something deep inside her wanted to see, needed to see, what was happening. She snaked across the wall to the opening of the men's bathroom and peered inside.

She gasped at the sight. The blonde from the bleachers was facing the wall with her arms extended and legs spread and the young Black guy who was flexing without a shirt on down back at the stands was standing behind her. The young girl's skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties in a pile on the floor. When Bethany glanced down, she saw that he was holding what had to be the largest cock she had ever seen in her life by the shaft and pumping it in and out of the little blonde from behind. It was evident that she was being stretched beyond what she ever had before. Her face was beat red, and she was almost crying out in what Bethany thought was either pain or intense pleasure. The black guy was pulling her head back by her hair and biting her neck as he fucked her from behind. He had a look of angry intensity on his face and Bethany wasn't sure if this was rape or consensual.

She was about to intervene when the blonde cried out, "Oh, my God, Jerome, give me that black cock... Harder! Make me your slut!!!"

Bethany looked over and saw the little brunette on her knees sucking another young black man's cock. THAT too was clearly consensual. She was licking and sucking and drawing him deep in her mouth. Her hands were on his thighs, and he was just as big or bigger than the guy fucking the blonde.

Bethany felt dizzy and thought her legs were going to give out from under her. She leaned weakly against the wall for support as she watched. Neither couple noticed her at first and continued the onslaught -- it wasn't lovemaking... it was fucking, hard and deep -- something Bethany had never experienced in her entire life or even seen in the little bit of porn she and Mike watched.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the little brunette looked up and saw Bethany watching.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" she yelled.

Both black guys and the blonde turned to see what she was yelling about. The blonde froze, still impaled on the huge black cock from behind and when she saw Bethany, she went even paler than she already was and she tried to push Jamel off of her so she could regain some of her dignity, but he would have none of it. He turned and grinned at Bethany and muttered under his breath, "You want some of this too, milf bitch?"

Her eyes went wide but she just shook her head and said nothing. He shoved the blonde's head against the wall and started pounding his black cock deep inside her harder and harder until he groaned and exploded inside her. When he came, the blonde screamed, and Bethany saw the young girl's legs start to shake as she came along with him. The brunette was watching them as she sucked the other guy's cock and when the other couple came, it started a chain reaction... the other black guy came in her mouth, she came and then Bethany came.

The room got very quiet except for the heavy breathing and Bethany fled. When she got back to the stands, Dee saw how flush she was and asked if everything was okay. Bethany was about to tell her what she saw when all of a sudden, the blonde and brunette came rushing back to the stands to their friend and sat down. Bethany swore she saw dried cum on the inside of the young girl's thigh as she sat and then the blonde gave her a dirty look. Bethany's heart was racing, and she turned away and looked at the field, trying to block her view of the pair.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Paul won his race, and the girls ran down to meet their boyfriends. The blonde hugged him, and Bethany thought, "You little slut... not 30 minutes ago, you had a big black cock deep inside you and now you're acting all little miss innocent..."

She filled Dee in on what she saw in the bathroom and gestured down to the two girls hugging their white boyfriends. To her surprise, Dee just shrugged and said, "doesn't surprise me in the least..."

Bethany couldn't believe her ears. She turned to her friend and hissed in a quiet voice, "What do you mean? An hour ago, these girls were badmouthing the black guys and the next thing you know, they've got their sweet little bodies sucking and fucking them! And then on top of everything else, the brunette is down there kissing her boyfriend with the same lips that were full of black cum ten minutes ago and the blonde is hugging her guy with cum running down her thighs!"

Dee giggled and said, "Bethany, don't be so naïve! Don't you remember when you were their age? Dating one guy 'exclusively' but hanging out with the bad boys when the boyfriend wasn't around?"

Bethany shook her head vehemently and said, "That may have been you, but it wasn't me... I was and have always been loyal to Mike! What these girls did was so screwed up!"

Dee laughed. "My poor innocent Bethany... let me enlighten you a little. Yes, the girls badmouthed the black guys just like someone who is homophobic badmouths gays when in reality, they are worried that they may have gay tendencies themselves. And you and I both know that big black guys are a curiosity to most white women, whether you want to admit it or not! And don't you dare tell me that as much as you love your husband, there are times when you wish he were a little more dominant in bed, not so 'nice' and you crave some strange with a guy who will treat you like the little whore you hide inside you?"

Bethany felt her face burning but shook her head.

"That's you, Dee -- that's all you... I love my husband, I love the way we care for one another and the way we make love. I wouldn't want it any other way or he satisfies me sexually just the way he is. Rough sex with a stranger? That's the stuff porn stories and videos portray. It's not real life! Or at least, it shouldn't be!"

Dee smiled at her friend and waved her off with her hand.

"I call bullshit, Bethany... under the right circumstances, you'd spread your legs for a hot young bad boy who would fuck you so hard, you couldn't walk straight for a week and then you'd go home and kiss your loving husband without regret -- you'd go back to your idyllic life in the burbs knowing your secret is safe -- that Mike would never know what you did, or even suspect you of anything, because you're the perfect wife and mother of his children. And you'd remember that day with the guy who manhandled you with such ease and every time you do, your sweet little white pussy would itch for it again. You can deny it all you want, but we both know I'm right!"

Bethany pursed her lips -- she wasn't going to win this argument no matter what she said to Dee, so she got quiet. She looked down at the two young white couples hugging, the blonde with her arm around her athlete and the brunette with her head on her boyfriend' s broad white shoulders and realized at least part of what Dee said was right -- that the boyfriends would never know what had happened and even if someone were to tell them, they would never believe it. She felt sick to her stomach.

Her musings were short lived. Her son Paul and Dee's son came bounding up into the stands and broke her concentration.

"Did you see the race? My best time ever!" he gushed.

Bethany gave him a weak smile. The truth was that she hadn't seen the race -- she was too occupied watching two black guys maul two sweet white girls with the biggest cocks she had ever seen in her life. The image was burning deeper and deeper into her brain and the only person she could talk to about it was her friend Dee, who didn't believe anything she said on the subject.

The ride home was quiet. She and Paul talked a little about his upcoming orientation for college and what he needed to pack before heading to Boston. But in her mind, she kept coming back to the scene in the bathroom -- seeing that taunt young black ass moving in and out of the girl, her crying out in pleasure, him cumming inside her with such force that it was running like hot lava down her inner thighs. See the brunette with her mouth stretched wide trying to take in the girth of the other black guy and seeing him pumping his potent seed down her throat.

One thing that bothered her immensely was why she came in unison with the girls. There was nothing erotic or sensual about the rough sex she witnessed -- it wasn't anything she wanted for herself. It was raw and absurdly decadent, yet she couldn't get the images out of her mind. She found herself thinking about the color contrast -- the stark black body pounding away at the pale white women -- it should have felt demeaning and cruel to Bethany, but instead, it had a certain curiosity and appeal to it.

Mike was home from the office when they walked through the door. As Paul excitedly told his father about the meet, Bethany found herself looking at her husband of over twenty years in a new critical eye. Yes, he was handsome and gentle and a good husband, father and lover. She had always felt him to be the best man on the planet for her and how lucky she was to have such a good man.

But he was in his 40's now -- still fit, but his hair was a little thinner than when they first met, his slender body developing a bit of a dad bod and his skin tone a bit pale, even now. She thought about his touch... his hands were soft and gentle on her body -- he had always been more intellectual, more professional than tradesman -- he had none of the roughness people normally associated with "working men".

She thought back to the young black athletes -- their bodies were uber lean and firm and looked to be carved out of ebony -- it wasn't fair to compare them to Mike -- they were younger and in the prime of their youth physically, but she thought about their hands and wondered if they were rough when they touched the women.

Bethany realized that she was horny and hated herself for it.

Paul said something about going over to a friends, but he would be home in a couple of hours. When he left, Bethany walked up to Mike and gave him a hug from behind.

Mike said, "Paul seemed really psyched about his race -- beat his own personal record! Proud of him!"

Bethany nodded and agreed that he was happy with the results -- she seemed lost in thought for a moment and Mike asked her if everything was okay?

Bethany grinned. "Paul said he'd be out for a couple of hours? Interested in a little 'us' time?" She took him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom...

"Give me a few minutes, I want to freshen up.... why don't you get comfortable?" she suggested.

Paul smiled and started to undress while she disappeared into the master bathroom and closed the door. He heard the shower start and got completely naked and climbed into the bed -- putting his hands behind his head, he thought "what a hot little wife I have -- sex in the middle of the afternoon!"

Bethany stripped off her clothes. As she hooked her thumbs into her thong, she realized that it was soaked from earlier and they fell to the tile floor with a SPLAT. She grabbed her razor and climbed into the shower and shaved her legs. Almost as an afterthought, she looked down between her legs and grinned to herself -- it had been a while since she shaved herself bare, normally preferring a light triangle trim, but she decided to go 'commando' today and knew Mike would approve. She shaved, examining her job when she climbed out of the shower in the mirror. Then she moisturized, took a final look at her trim body and opened the door.

Mike had his eyes closed but looked over when he heard the door open. Bethany had one hand up on the door frame and gave him a "hi sailor" sort of pose, which made him grin.

"Fuck, Bethany -- God, you look amazing. Bring that sexy body over here!"

As soon as she was within distance for him to reach, he pulled her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her, sucking her breasts, his cock bobbing between her legs. As soon as she felt him there, she wanted him inside her and spread her legs, but Mike was already working his mouth down to suckle on her shaved mound.

She felt his tongue on her sex and arched her back to his touch.

"Fuck, Mike -- that feels so good..." she murmured as his fingers and mouth found their mark. Her hands were in his hair, pushing his face into her pussy to go deeper with his tongue.

Mike was only too happy to comply and buried his mouth in her.

At one point, he came up and said, "Somebody's really wet down here... those young studs at the track meet get your motor running? Or is this all for me?"

Bethany froze at his comment and squeezed her legs together, pinning his ears.

She cried out. "FUCK ME MIKE!"

Mike chuckled and came up and kissed her lips. He took the shaft of his cock and slid it between her swollen and very slick pussy lips, burying himself into her balls deep with one thrust. Bethany cried out, arching her back and grabbed his ass, pulling him as deep as she could into her. She wrapped her legs around his back as he thrust into her and felt her orgasm start to build. When she came, she gasped.

Normally, Mike was always the one to cum first and then she would follow. But because she was already in a heightened state, she came fast, which surprised her husband. As he felt her pussy start to squeeze his cock, he felt his balls tighten and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He looked down at his petite wife and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Whatever got her worked up was a gift to him and he wanted to make the most of it.

But she was so hot and worked up, that he only lasted another minute or so until he came, buried deep inside her. She felt his burst and cried out once more, kissing his neck and hugging him in the afterglow.

As they lay side by side cuddling, Mike had to ask.

"Not that I'm complaining, but we don't normally have sex in the afternoon... something get you stirred up today or am I just a lucky guy?"

Bethany looked at the ceiling, trying to decide if she wanted to tell Mike about what she saw. She was trying to figure out the best way to approach it but finally decided she didn't want him to think the reason she was horny was because of some other guy.

She said, "You're just a lucky guy... and I'm a very lucky girl..." She leaned over and kissed him.

Mike smiled and nodded his head. As he did, something that Dee had said earlier flashed into her mind - under the right circumstances, you'd spread your legs for a hot young bad boy who would fuck you so hard, you couldn't walk straight for a week and then you'd go home and kiss your loving husband without regret -- you'd go back to your idyllic life in the burbs knowing your secret is safe -- that Mike would never know what you did, or even suspect you of anything, because you're the perfect wife and mother of his children.

Bethany thought to herself, "God, she's right..."

She laid her head down on Mike's chest and looked down at his flaccid penis hanging between his legs. She reached down and started to play with it. It was sticky and sort of stuck to him from their combined juices, but as she pulled it up and started to stroke it, she felt it start to thicken and harden again.

Then she did something she had never done before in the entire time they were together. She climbed down his body and took his cock in her mouth and started to suck him. Mike flinched, not expecting it... but responded superbly to her actions, getting hard quickly.

When he was at full staff, Bethany got up on all fours facing away from him and looked over her shoulder and asked, "Round two?"

Mike grinned and positioned himself behind her, sliding his hard cock between her legs and into her glistening pussy.

As she felt him enter her, Bethany lowered her head down into the mattress. Mike started going in and out of her and out of the blue, Bethany cried out, "HARDER! FUCK ME HARD, MIKE!"

Mike was startled by the outburst but grabbed her hips and doubled his efforts. He slapped her ass lightly, causing Bethany to gasp, but turned her on as well. She pushed back against him, feeling him go deeper and groaned.

She decided to take matters in her own hands and encouraged him -- somewhere in the back of her mind, the young black guy fucking the blonde filled her thoughts and she uttered under her breath, just loud enough to hear, "Do you want this pussy? DO YOU? Take me, Mike... take what's yours!"

Mike's eyes widened. He wasn't sure exactly who was underneath him at the moment and at this point, really didn't care. He liked this side of Bethany and found himself getting into character for her. He smacked her ass harder and tried to figure out what he could say to get her to confess what made her so wild today.

"So, are you a bad girl? A slut?" he asked warily.

Bethany moaned -- pushed back on him. Mike was on the right track.

He guessed someone from the track meet had hit on her and decided to go with the mature stranger approach.

"So, miss, you're very pretty... are you here with your husband? Perhaps you'd like to take a walk with me?"

As soon as he said it, he realized he was on the wrong track. Bethany looked around and said, "Mike, shut up and just fuck me, okay?"

Mike nodded and resumed his thrust, but he could tell the mood was broken. They both eventually came, but it wasn't the same.

Bethany lay awake long after Mike fell asleep and started snoring. She stared at the ceiling trying to work through her emotions. Even with her husband's cum leaking out of her, she felt unsatisfied and needy. The fact that something changed in her mind bothered her. She loved her husband dearly and up until recently, a satisfying lover.

What had changed? Bethany already knew the answer to that question, but didn't want to admit it to herself out loud. Her mind went back to the scene in the bathroom. The guttural cries of passion from the women that were just barely old enough to understand just how lucky they were to have experienced such mind-blowing sex.

Her thoughts traveled back to her watching the massive young black cocks railing in and out of their pale bodies. Absentmindedly, her fingers slid down between her inner thighs, and she touched her sex, reliving the sights from earlier -- she let her fingertips glide over her clit lightly and felt herself start to flinch as her pussy lips swelled to her own touch. She felt her orgasm start to build and squeezed her legs together.

Bethany quickly glanced over at Mike, but he had rolled on his far side away from her and was sleeping soundly. So, she closed her eyes and resumed her rubbing, now with the flat of her thumb on the button of her clit, rotating it counterclockwise. As she was dancing over the nerve endings of her puffy pussy lips, she curved her index and middle finger and slid them in and up against the roof of her slick cunt, searching for and quickly finding her g-spot. Once there, she added her ring finger and started moving in and out of herself.

Her mind was no longer in bed with Mike. She was back in the men's room with the two black men, Jamel pushing his cock deep inside her while she was sucking the other one's cock. She was being push/pulled between the two young men and at one point, the cock in her mouth buried itself roughly down her throat, causing her to gasp and cough. Her imagination overtook her, and she cried out in the darkness as she came on her fingers.

She shook violently and pulled her legs up as the orgasm rode like waves, consuming her. Mike stirred and turned toward her.

"Babe, are you okay?" he asked sleepily.

Bethany caught her breath and said, "Yes, just a dream -- sorry I woke you -- go back to sleep, honey."

Mike grumbled and rolled back over. Eventually, Bethany fell into a fitful sleep.

Over the next few weeks as summer started warming up the days, Bethany and Mike fell back into their routine -- the dental practice was keeping them both busy and Paul spent more and more time with his friends before he was ready to go off to school. Bethany found herself noticing black men more and more -- she didn't know if she was hyper focused on the idea of black or if it was actually happening that there were more black men in her inner circle of day-to-day life.

Either way, it didn't help quell her inner voice or help with lovemaking with Mike. She found the only way to really enjoy sex was if she thought of herself with a black lover. She hated herself for having those thoughts -- that she was somehow cheating on him. She considered talking to a therapist about it, but for now, it was the band aid that she needed on the relationship to make sure Mike was satisfied.

Bethany normally went into the office on Sunday afternoons to take inventory and make sure the books were in order. This had become a habit years ago -- Mike would golf, and Bethany liked the alone time when there were no patients to worry about for the day and no one to bother her.

So, when Sunday rolled around, she kissed Mike goodbye and went in to get ready. Since it was starting to get hot, she put on a pair of short white mesh running shorts over a thin white cotton and a T-shirt with no bra. She was going right from home to the practice and back -- no one would see her, and she might as well be comfortable cleaning up a little. She made the short drive to the office, parked her Volvo station wagon and unlocked the door the practice -- once inside, she turned off the alarm and then turned on the AC and the music.

She was in the back supply closet taking inventory of the medical supplies that they needed to order when she heard a noise outside -- it sounded like rap music, so she peered out the side window of the office. A white van was parked outside with the name of the company that maintained their dental equipment.

Bethany thought for a second and then said, "Shit....!" She had forgotten that Mike had set up service on one of their dental chairs that had stopped going up and down. Because their practice was open six days a week, Sundays were the only day a service call could be made -- it was at a premium but was part of the cost of doing business.

She didn't see anyone in the van and jumped when she heard a banging on the metal service door to the practice. She looked down at herself -- her nipples were poking through the thin material of the tank top she was wearing, and her white thong was clearly visible through the white mesh short shorts.

"Fuck....!" She thought. She clearly wasn't expecting company that day and she ran into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was either dressed slovenly or slutty and neither would do, so she looked around quickly for something to throw over her top and shorts. In the closet, there was a winter sweater -- it was long enough to cover her shorts and would hide the twin bullets her nipples were trying to bore through the soft material of the top.

She calmed herself and opened the door. The guy standing on the other side was about her age and black. Of COURSE, he would have to be black. Her universe demanded it lately. He was smiling and holding up his company ID badge for her to see.

Bethany peered at him for a second before opening the door fully. He looked to be about 45, tall, lean, very dark and in good shape. She took a cursory glance at his face and badge and then sighed and let him in.

The technician grinned at her and thanked her for letting him out of the heat.

"I'm Tyrell Young -- from Rittenhouse Dental Maintenance -- You're not Mike, are you?" he said laughingly.

Bethany gave him a weak smile and said, "No, I'm Bethany... Mike called you about the chair, I assume?"

Tyrell nodded -- "Yes, honey -- he did... and I hope he's paying you triple time for meeting me here on a Sunday?"

Bethany laughed and said, "I'm Mike's wife -- Mike is golfing for the next few hours -- He gets to golf, and I DON'T get paid to sit in the office and do inventory... How wrong is that?" she teased him.

Tyrell laughed and told her that she needs an agent to work out a better deal for her next preseason!

He said, "I'm guessing by the outfit, you weren't expecting company today?"

Bethany smiled and said, "Mike told me, I forgot -- I didn't think anyone would be coming by on a Sunday afternoon, so please pardon my appearance... I'll stay out of your way, and you can make it up to me by NOT commenting on the sweater in the middle of July!"

Tyrell smiled and said, "Babe, it's got to be 100 degrees outside and at least 80 in here. Take off the sweater -- I promise not to laugh or make fun of your outfit. I don't want you suffering from heat stroke."

Bethany laughed and said, "You better not! This outfit wasn't made to see the light of day... so not even a smirk out of you, kind sir! You go do your business and I'll do mine!"

Tyrell smiled broadly and agreed. He reached into his toolbox and started pulling out the gear he needed to fix the chair. When he looked up, Bethany had taken off the sweater and was turning to go back into the storeroom to finish inventory. As she turned to leave, he caught a side glimpse of her nipple pointing straight out and slightly upward and the white thong through the white mesh shorts.

He couldn't help the reaction. He went "Mmmmmm", which caused Bethany's head to quickly turn toward him, giving him a glare.

"HEY!" she called out accusingly. "You promised no comments! I'll put this sweater back on and you'll be responsible if I pass out from heat stroke!"

Tyrell laughed and apologized but said, "Damn, baby... I made that promise before I saw your body and that outfit... you look sexy as fuck!"

Bethany's eyes went wide, and her mouth opened and closed again -- she didn't know what to say. So she doubled down and said, "You have an unusual way of talking to clients, you know that, Tyrell? Do you talk to all the business ladies that way?" she teased.

Not missing a beat, Tyrell grinned and said, "Only the hot ones, sexy girl... now let me get to work before I forget why I came here, and you do what you do. One thing, can we change this music for something with a beat? I work better with good tunes!"

Bethany burst out laughing and said, "Box is in the closet -- I'll show you and you can pick something you like..."

She started walking toward the supply closet with Tyrell following closely behind. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tilt his head to the right and look down at her ass cheeks which she was sure were slightly exposed in the shortie shorts she was wearing. She was about to turn and tell him he was busted, but instead she just put a little wiggle in her walk and got another appreciative sigh from the maintenance guy.

When they got to the closet, she entered first and pointed at the box on the wall. Tyrell had to walk behind her to get past her and when he did, she felt his hard cock graze against her ass lightly. Tyrell acted as though he didn't realize he made contact and played around with the radio until he found a rap station with a heavy beat... as soon as it came on, he started dancing there in the closet with her which made Bethany laugh and roll her eyes... He danced past her and put his arms on her shoulders while he passed, pressing his now very hard cock against her a second time. Bethany gasped and blushed but said nothing.

Tyrell went into the exam room with the broken chair and started to work. Bethany tried to concentrate on the inventory but found herself thinking about him in the next room. Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her and she went in to check on him. He was lying in the chair staring up at the ceiling.

She smirked when she saw him and then kidded him, saying "Oh, laying down on the job, eh?"

Tyrell turned to her and said, "Perfect timing! I need a volunteer to raise and lower this chair for me while I sit in it... I'd have you do it but you're too petite and I need more weight. Can I pull you off of whatever you were fooling around doing in the closet and see if I know what the fuck I'm doing here?"

Bethany burst out laughing and said she'd be happy to help... She looked down where the foot pedal normally sat on the floor and saw that it was on the opposite side of the chair. In order to reach it, she had to straddle the chair to activate the switch. She was about to ask Tyrell to move it over to the other side for her, but thought, 'fuck it' and swung her leg over him looking down at him on the chair.

"What do I do?" she asked.

Tyrell instructed her to put her foot on the pedal and raise it up until he told her to stop. Bethany nodded and realized that she had to move her leg even further to the right to reach out, which put her hovering over his body at his waist. She also realized that at this angle, he would have a clear view down her tank top at her breasts and wondered if that may have been intentional. She blushed but complied.

"You don't make this easy on a girl, Tyrell...!" she complained.

He smiled. "Well, I appreciate your help! I'm glad you're here... God only knows what would happen if I had some sort of industrial accident and the chair flew up to the ceiling because I calibrated it incorrectly!"

Bethany burst out laughing. "I don't think this chair is capable of going that high, but you're the expert!"

Tyrell told her to press the pedal down slowly and stop when he told her. Bethany had to stretch her right leg out further to reach the "up" side of the pedal and in doing so, she found herself lower to him with her pussy about level above his crotch. It was a ridiculous position, and she knew she should just climb off and stand on the other side of the chair, but she was feeling a little naughty being this close to another man, especially a tall black guy. She thought about Mike working in this room on patients and while she should feel guilty, the idea of something happening and him not knowing turned her on in a way she didn't understand.

She glanced down at Tyrell's legs and their close proximity must have been affecting him too. She noticed a sizable bulge in his tan service pants, with him thickening and lengthening down the top of his thigh. She smiled to herself and blushed but said nothing. She knew this was a dangerous situation and her heart was pounding, but so far, pretty innocent.

Bethany looked down at Tyrell for guidance. "How's that?" she asked.

Tyrell smiled and said that the chair seemed to be working now but told her to keep going up slowly. Bethany nodded and kept her foot firmly on the pedal. She was starting to see where this was going as the chair kept going higher and higher and the distance between her legs and his crotch kept getting closer and closer.

She looked down at him just as they were about to touch one another and stopped.

"How's that?" she asked again.

Tyrell smiled and closed his eyes..." Well, maybe just a little higher? I want to make sure the elevation leveler is working properly...."

Bethany grinned and guessed that there was no such thing as an elevation leveler but decided to play this game with him to see where it went. She felt her breath quicken and her heart felt like it was going to come out of her chest. She was being BAD, and she liked it.

She depressed the pedal again and swore she felt the heat coming off his cock through the thin mesh of the white running shorts. Closer, closer... finally, she felt the rough material of his service pants touch the side of her thigh and then, after a few seconds more, the hardness of his cock graze against her pussy through the shorts.

She stopped pressing the pedal and looked down at him. Tyrell's eyes were still closed but he sighed and, in a voice, just barely above a whisper said, "Just a little bit more, babe...?"

Bethany realized she had to decide. It was clear what his intentions were, and the next move was in her court. She could already feel his cock twitching between her legs and felt her pussy responding in kind.

She nodded and pressed the pedal slowly and felt his cock nestle itself between her pussy lips, which were now getting wetter and wetter. When she felt it couldn't go any higher or tighter without rising her off the floor, she stopped. She looked down at him and said softly, "Good?"

Tyrell opened his eyes slowly and grinned at her.

"Perfect..." he said in a quiet voice, "I think we're calibrated now..."

Bethany nodded and said, "Yes, everything seems to be in alignment... what now?"

Tyrell reached up and put his hands on her waist gently and glanced up at her top.

Bethany wasn't sure what to say, so she decided to ignore his touch and asked instead,

"Mr., Young, are you trying to look down my shirt?"

Tyrell burst out laughing and said, "Desperately, Mrs. Bennett."

Bethany smacked his arm playfully..." You're bad, Tyrell Young -- what are you thinking about?"

Tyrell grinned and said, "I think it's getting warm in here... maybe you should think about taking that t-shirt off?"

Bethany felt her face flush... this was the point of no return. Decision time...

She countered with, "What about you? Aren't you hot? Don't you think you should open a button or two now that your hard work is done?"

She reached for his top button and unbuttoned it. She looked in his eyes and unbuttoned a second one, and then a third... She thought to herself, "God, he's so dark... so different than Mike, leaner, rougher..." She noticed he had no chest hair... she wondered about the rest of him.

Tyrell was watching her face as she started undressing him. He reached up and ran his thumb over her nipple through the tank top, causing Bethany to shudder. It was the first time that a man touched her like that other than Mike. After he touched her nipple, he cupped the breast, one, and then the other, causing Bethany to moan. She was rubbing his chest lightly with the palm of her hand, almost in a trance.

Tyrell slid his hand under her shirt and began to play with her breasts that way. The feel of skin on skin felt overwhelming and Bethany felt her body start to vibrate. She couldn't catch her breath and found herself grinding down onto his cock through his pants.

"Take your shirt off, babe.... Let me see these gorgeous breasts of yours..."

Bethany reached down and pulled her shirt up and off but for whatever reason, felt the need to cover her breasts with her hands afterwards. Tyrell chucked and pulled her hands away -- reached up and hugged her, pulling her down to him. He took her left breast in his mouth and started sucking on it while squeezing her right breast roughly, causing Bethany to squeal. In reality, he wasn't being intentionally rough, but his hands were large and callused -- the feel of a man who worked with them for a living.

Bethany started to swoon as he sucked her... she felt lightheaded and needed to hold onto him for dear life, wrapping her hands around his head. She felt him raise his hips against her mound as she sat firmly on his cock.

After a few minutes of fondling one another, Tyrell said, "Baby... I want your mouth on me... I want you to suck my black cock..."

Bethany's body started to shake. She nodded.... reached down and unhooked his belt and then lowered herself off his crotch to open his service pants and zipper. She was at the foot of the chair, kneeling now and waited until he lifted his ass so she could pull his pants and underwear down. When his cock sprung up, she saw that he was thick and long -- totally alien to what she was used to. It was swaying back and forth and she grabbed it low on the shaft to steady it and then leaned down to take the dark helmeted head in her mouth.

As she curled her lips over the crown of his cock, she immediately noticed the difference between Mike and Tyrell -- the size, the thickness, even the texture and smell between the two men. Neither was offensive -- just different. She looked down at her hand holding his shaft and saw the color contrast... she found it erotic and scared her at the same time. She gripped him lower, down on the base of his cock and tried to deepthroat him a little but wound up gasping for air. His girth was more than she was used to, and she needed to adjust her angle to accommodate him.

Tyrell groaned as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. He grabbed the back of her head by the hair and growled at the little white wife. "That's it, baby -- suck me deep... you were made for black cock, weren't you? Are you my little white married slut?"

Bethany froze at the slut reference and was immediately taken back to when Mike said that to her in roleplay -- Was she a slut? A bad girl like Mike said... She paused for a moment and made an instant decision -- YES... she was going to be a slut for this man... this is what she wanted -- she wanted to be bad for him -- for him to take her, dominate her, breed and own her, at least for today. She would do anything he wanted her to do.

She started sucking Tyrell deeper and faster, her lips tightly around his black cock, leaving a trail of saliva up and down his thickness. Her eyes watered but she was determined to be everything he needed her to be... Bethany put her hands on his thighs to steady herself, strong and dark -- she wanted him to be proud of his little white married slut.

She was working hard, her mouth licking and sucking him, cupping his balls, making him crazy. Her jaw started to ache, but she was determined to let him finish in her mouth. And after about five minutes, he rewarded her with a thick, semi-sweet load of hot cum down her waiting throat -- the force of it surprised her -- so did the amount of cum... but she swallowed, swallowed, swallowed all of him and then licked him clean.

She looked up at Tyrell. He was grinning...

"Fuck, baby... that was amazing... your old man is a lucky guy to have such a hot little cocksucker... Take off those shorts... I want to return the favor..."

Bethany's emotions were all over the place... guilt, lust, pride... But today was a first for her. A day she had been looking for ever since that first day when she caught the kids in the bathroom at the track meet. If she was going to do this, she was going all the way and damn the consequences. She would deal with that later.

She stripped off the shorts and white thong and stood before Tyrell, waiting, anticipating and totally naked...

He got up off the chair and told her to climb up on it and face the back kneeling. This put Bethany in a doggy position, and she couldn't see what he was doing from behind. She THOUGHT he was going to fuck her this way when all of a sudden, he smacked her ass hard. It was totally unexpected, the sound scared her, and he hit her hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Luckily, she had been gripping the arms of the dental chair when it happened, so she didn't fall.

Her head snapped around to see if another smack was coming but then felt his hands on her inner thighs from behind and felt his velvety tongue lick her pussy from behind and underneath. She moaned at his touch and then felt his long thick, rough fingers slide in next to his tongue -- two fingers and a tongue... and then he put his pinky finger in her ass, and she cried out and came instantly on his tongue.

"Oh, Oh... OH MY GOD...!" she cried out shaking. Mike NEVER played with her ass and the combination of a stranger's fingers and tongue manipulating her body was too much... When she came, she buried her face in the base of the seat and was close to sobbing.

Tyrell laughed..." That didn't take long... you've been waiting for this, weren't you?"

Bethany lifted her head and nodded sheepishly at him.

Tyrell grinned and said, "Well, as long as you're naked and worked up, let's try something else. She looked down and saw he was stroking himself to full hardness again. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the chair and sat down, face up, his hard cock in his hand.

"Straddle me, cunt... get over here and position that sweet little white pussy over my cock..."

Bethany nodded and took position, standing over him, her very wet pussy in position with the head of his cock.

"Don't move," he said...

She just looked at him with anticipation and then heard the chair moving. Within a few seconds, his cock was touching her outer lips, then entering her, stretching her pussy to accept his thickness. Bethany went up on her tippy toes as he started going deeper into her and then relaxed slightly as she felt him go deeper and deeper. The chair continued to go up and all of a sudden, Tyrell was deeper than she ever had before.

Tyrell was cursing..." Fuck, bitch! You're so tight! Your old man not taking care of you?"

Bethany was so busy concentrating on not being impaled by Tyrell's missile that she just looked at him dumbfounded. She shook her head numbly.

And the chair continued to rise...

Just when she thought she was going to panic, the chair stopped. Tyrell was now balls deep inside her, so deep that she felt like he was in her stomach. She put her hands on his chest to steady herself and felt him lift his hips to bury himself even deeper if that were possible. When he did, Bethany leaned down and kissed him gently.

Tyrell put his hands on her hips and pulled her down tightly onto him, causing her to cry out... But then nature took over and she started getting wetter and wetter and began to rock up and down and forward and back onto his cock. As she did, she felt him swelling inside her and felt her body squeezing his cock tightly.

Tyrell started grunting like an animal and grabbed her arms roughly... Bethany responded submissively to his touch. She felt her orgasm building again and threw her head back. She felt his hands in her hair, then the small of her back and finally on her ass. His roughness turned her on almost as much as the fact that he was a stranger and black.

For the briefest instance, she worried that he was going to cum in her bareback. While she wasn't on birth control, it wasn't her fertile time of the month, and she was too far gone to worry about that either way. Tyrell was bringing out something inside her that even Bethany didn't know was buried deep inside her. The animal lurking -- the physicality of being taken hard in a way Mike never could or would.

Bethany felt her orgasm building... she struggled to stay balanced on the chair while still impossibly impaled on his cock. Tyrell's grunts and groans told her that he was as close to cumming as she was and felt the chair rocking -- it wasn't made for the abuse they were giving it. She reached down and wrapped her arms around him and held on, pressing her breasts into his bare chest...

And then, she felt him pulse inside and explode... it came suddenly, fast, hot, thick...

"Oh, oh, FUCK!" she cried out, her legs shaking violently as she came... The combination of his size and the velocity of his cum was too much for her to handle -- she counted it among the top few orgasms she had in her entire life.

Tyrell listed her off his cock and a thick stream of cum poured out onto the chair and floor. Bethany giggled and said, "Sorry, I messed up your chair, Tyrell."

Tyrell laughed and said, "Maybe we ought to leave it like that for Dr. Mike to find when he comes in tomorrow?"

Bethany gave him a smirk and said, "As tempting as that sounds, I'm sure it's a BAD idea... Why don't you get dressed and I'll clean up here?"

Once everything was back in place, Bethany walked Tyrell back to the service entrance past the office. As they passed the door to the office, Tyrell looked in and saw a picture and plaque on Mike's wall -- it was of their son and a certificate for his track team's recent victory at states. Bethany saw him stop and asked what he was looking at.

"I saw the track and field track -- that's states, right?" he asked. Bethany nodded.

"You have a kid that was there? So was mine!" he exclaimed.

Bethany asked what school he played for -- said that Paul team did well at that meet.

Tyrell told her and said, "Jerome ran the 440 and 880 and a couple of relays... their team came in third overall... small world."

A bell went off somewhere in Bethany's head, but she was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasms she had that afternoon and the thought was lost. She walked Tyrell to his truck and kissed him goodbye, then went back into the office, set the alarm and locked up.

As she drove back home, she realized that taste of Tyrell's cum was still on her breath and that his cum had dried and was sticky on her inner thighs. She looked at the clock on the dash and figured she had better get home quickly before Mike finished his round and got a shower.

As she pulled into the driveway, she pressed the button for the garage door and her heart sank, seeing Mike's Range Rover already there. She hoped he would be out back having a beer, and she could sneak past and shower before he noticed that she was home.

But when she opened the exterior door into the kitchen from the garage, he was sitting in the kitchen with his drink watching a tennis match on television. He heard the door open and turned his head and smiled.

"Hey babe, how's it going? Get everything you wanted to accomplish at the office? You look tired... want a beer?"

Bethany approached her husband warily. She wasn't exactly sure how she looked but she smiled weakly. Mike pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue in hers and pulled her onto his lap. She glanced down and saw the sticky residue between her legs. Then, to her horror, she felt Mike slip his hands lightly between her legs right onto the dried cum and gave her thigh a little squeeze.

She said, "Mike, I really need a shower... I'm sure I stink... why don't you pour me a glass of wine, and I'll be down shortly...?"

He nodded, kissed her again and she bound up the stairs to the shower, her heart pounding. She stripped off her clothes and took a hot shower, trying desperately to wash off the evidence of the afternoon and hopefully cleanse her conscience a little as well.

As she scrubbed her body, Dee's words came back to her with a vengeance...

... under the right circumstances, you'd spread your legs for a hot young bad boy who would fuck you so hard, you couldn't walk straight for a week and then you'd go home and kiss your loving husband and Mike would never know what you did, or even suspect you of anything, because you're the perfect wife and mother of his children.

Bethany sighed... Dee was right... her secret was safe.

Later that night, after Mike fell asleep, Bethany googled Jerome Young and the track meet information and when the young man's picture appeared on her phone, she put her hand to her mouth in horror. It was the same kid that was fucking the blonde in the bathroom at the stadium. The son was taking after the father.

She laid in bed thinking about Tyrell and the hot afternoon they had together. She felt the familiar tingling between her legs and thought about his tongue there, his black cock penetrating her, stretching her. She touched herself lightly with the image in her head and within a minute had another crushing orgasm.

The next day was a workday. Bethany tried to squash the events of the afternoon before out of her mind, but it became overwhelming -- the more she tried NOT to think about it, the stronger the urges came.

That night, when Mike came home, she asked him if the chair was working okay now. Mike nodded and said it seemed fine. He asked about the service call and if the tech they sent out was polite and knowledgeable. Bethany said he was fine -- very professional and seemed to be good with his hands. She tried to suppress a smirk with her last comment and quickly asked why Mike was asking.

Mike said, "Oh, you know -- Rittenhouse sends out these surveys -- they want you to give them 5-star ratings and say nice things about their guys so they can put your comments on their website. I know it's just an advertising scheme, but I get so tired of filling out comment cards for all the companies we do business with!"

Bethany nodded and said, "I'll take care of that one, Mike. I was the one who worked with the tech, so I'll rate them and make a few nice comments. One less thing for you to worry about."

Mike thanked her and gave her a kiss. "You're the best, babes... thanks!"

Bethany smiled to herself and then said, "By the way, the guy mentioned that we're paying as we go for service from them and that we'd save money if we got on a maintenance plan where they send a tech out every month to check our equipment, tighten up loose nuts and bolts, calibrate the equipment and screw anything that needs screwing, that sort of thing. I think it's a good idea to stay on top of things, don't you?"

Mike smiled and said, "Whatever you think, honey... I'll leave it in your hands."