The Doctor's Wife Pt. 02

Part two:

Bethany stared at the survey card from Rittenhouse Dental Maintenance LLC. There was an option to give a rating and write up a few comments to mail in or alternately to complete the survey online on their website. She knew Mike was a great dentist but was somewhat of a technophobe. He probably had been mailing in the surveys for years. She opted for the website.

Typing in the URL, she landed on the company's splash page -- It was red and white with a list that included:

About

Supplies

Service, Parts, Equipment Repair

On the far right of the screen was a link for surveys and reviews. She clicked on the subpage and was greeted with a photo of a smiling woman with an impeccable smile. Below her grin were two options:

"What our Customers Say About Us."

"Leave your Impression of Recent Service Here."

Out of curiosity, she clicked to see what others were saying about the company. As expected, all the reviews were raving -- Prompt, Courteous, Knowledgeable, Friendly... blah, blah. She grinned -- Her technician certainly was friendly! Bethany flipped back a page and clicked on the survey link.

Question One -- What service did your technician perform? The options were:

• Preventive Maintenance

• Equipment Repair

• Upgrade

• Other

Bethany stared at the options for a second and grinned lightly... She clicked "other" and was presented with a free form fill in the blank.

Smiling, she typed. OUR TECHNICIAN, TYRELL, WAS EXTREMELY FRIENDLY AND FUCKED THE DENTIST'S WIFE SO HARD THAT SHE COULDN'T SEE STRAIGHT WHEN HE WAS DONE."

She looked at what she typed and burst out laughing. Quickly erasing what she entered, she clicked off the OTHER link and selected Equipment Repair. The rest of the survey was pretty straightforward -- Efficient, Professional, Clean, Prompt, Knowledgeable. She gave him a five-star rating across the board. Sighing, she clicked complete and let the survey go off into whatever vacuum internet stuff went to in the world.

She went back to the main page and located the company's main telephone number and called their customer service line about setting up a monthly preventative maintenance plan. The process was simple. A technician would be assigned to their practice and would be scheduled to visit once a month for a set flat fee. If replacement parts were needed, there would be an extra charge, however, as the woman noted, parts would be discounted off the retail pricing because of the contract.

Bethany mentioned to the rep that she thought the technician who was just out to their practice recently seemed competent and wondered if he would be the one coming out each month. The customer service representative asked for the technician's name and Bethany acted as though she didn't remember it. The rep asked her to hold on while she checked recent invoices. When she came back on the line, she asked if Tyrell Young sounded familiar to her?

Upon hearing his name, Bethany's heart started pounding and stammered that yes, that seemed right. The customer service person confirmed that he was just out recently on a Sunday and asked if Sundays were a requirement for future visits. Bethany confirmed that yes, it was the only day they didn't see patients and Sunday afternoons were best. She heard the woman typing into her computer and waited.

"Mrs. Bennett, I believe I've got everything set up for you. Please let me confirm that I have the information correctly. Starting next month, Tyrell Young will perform preventative maintenance at your dental practice the first Sunday of each month in the afternoon. Will that work for you?"

"Better than you realize, honey," she said quietly to herself but then spoke up and told the woman everything was right.

The customer service rep said there was just one caveat before the monthly maintenance started. A baseline visit was required to take an inventory of their existing equipment. Bethany asked what this involved and was told that someone needed to come out and record the serial numbers of all the covered dental equipment and take pictures of everything to ascertain existing wear and tear already present.

Bethany thought for a moment -- that made sense to her. She asked, "Would that be the technician assigned to our account, Mr. Young, I think you said?"

The rep informed Bethany that it wasn't cost effective for them to send out a lead tech just to record serial numbers and take pictures, but that each lead tech had a partner, a junior tech assigned to their account and in all probability, the junior technician would be the one for that baseline visit. Bethany was disappointed but understood. They set up an appointment for the following Sunday at one pm at the practice. She thanked the call center representative for all her help and hung up.

As they were having dinner that night, Bethany told Mike she took care of both the survey and the preventative maintenance contract with Rittenhouse.

"Thanks so much, Bethany...!" Mike gushed. "I hate that administrative stuff! When do they start?"

Bethany went into the details that she and the customer service rep agreed to, including the baseline meeting next Sunday. Mike grimaced and said, "Next Sunday? We're supposed to go to Reggie and Carol's next Sunday after our golf game for a cookout. What time is the guy coming?"

Bethany said if he arrived on time, she had scheduled a 1PM arrival. She added that she didn't think it would take long to write down some serial numbers and take a few pictures, and that she should be finished in plenty of time to meet Mike at their Reg and Carol's before they finished their game. Mike agreed that it was a good plan.

"Thanks, babe... appreciate you keeping things running smoothly. Reggie and I were going to shower and change for the BBQ at the club -- you can just meet me at their place when you're done."

The rest of the week flew by. Bethany tried to keep her head in the game but kept thinking back to Tyrell and her tryst with him in the office. She hadn't been back to the office since that encounter -- her emotions ran from guilt and disgust to lust and a need to be filled, fulfilled and ravaged again. She was ashamed of herself and tried to push her emotional needs toward her loving husband. She wanted him to know how much she loved and needed and appreciated him and tried to be overly affectionate, but it felt hollow even to herself.

Twice that week, she tried to initiate sex after they went to bed. The first time, Mike fell asleep as they started pillow talking. The second time, the sex was gentle, loving, and over much too quickly. While they both came, Bethany's orgasm was weak and uninspired -- She looked over at her sleeping husband and couldn't decide if she was disgusted or angry at him or at herself.

Bethany masturbated three times that night after their lovemaking. The first time to make up for the light orgasm earlier, the second thinking of Tyrell exclusively and the third time to allow her to sleep rather than toss and turn, trying to push the guilt in her mind out of her body somehow. She made up her mind that if Mike wasn't going to change and take charge, she would change her behavior to subtly get him worked up and then become submissive to him once he was horny to force him to take over.

On Saturday evening, she found him sitting on the couch in the family room channel surfing. She had put on a short nightshirt -- no bra or panties and curled up next to him. With her head on his shoulder, she began rubbing his chest lightly.

"What are we watching?"

Mike sighed. "Nothing of value I'm afraid...200 channels and nothing's on..."

Bethany reached for the remote and began flipping through channels. "Do we still get that Max After Dark channel?"

Mike laughed. "The one with the dirty movies? I don't know -- I think we may have let that one go when we were cost cutting last year."

Bethany nodded and continued her search. She stopped at one of the "50 Shades of Grey" movies and let it play. "This looks fun." She commented quietly.

They watched for a little while and when it came to the scene where Anastasia and Christian are naked in the shower. Bethany felt her nipples harden and she pressed against Mike a little harder... Mike said nothing but was clearly enjoying the view. She reached down and squeezed his cock through his sweatpants lightly and began stroking it up and down.

She grinned at him and said, "She's easy on the eyes, huh?"

Mike smiled but was afraid to say anything... Bethany continued, "It's a shame they never show a guy's penis on television, I'm sure women would enjoy seeing that as much as you guys get to see breasts and ass!"

Mike laughed and said, "You always said penises are ugly and that you were glad they didn't show them on movies and TV -- change of heart?"

Bethany giggled and said, "well, flaccid penis are ugly... thick, long hard penises are sexy as hell in my humble opinion."

She reached down into Mike's sweats and pulled his semi-hard cock out of his sweatpants and lowered her head to suck him. As soon as he felt her warm mouth start to surround the head of his penis and shaft, he moaned and put his hand on the top of her head, moving his hips to feed her deeper.

On the screen, Christian was spanking Anastasia -- when Bethany heard the first smack and heard her gasp, she turned her head to look at the screen slightly with Mike's cock still down her throat. She moaned and started sucking him deeper.

Mike felt his balls start to ache as she sucked him - the sounds and scenes on the television were matching stroke for stroke with Bethany's touches and she started to taste his precum saturate her tongue with the slickness of his fluids. His groans continued and amplified the harder and deeper she sucked and just as he was about to cum, she stopped and lifted her head from his lap.

Mike gasped and went, "What? Why did you stop?"

Bethany sat back on the sofa and pulled up the nightshirt, exposing her shaved pussy and spread her legs. She looked up at Mike and said, softly. "Take what's yours, Mike... own your wife."

Mike's eyes got wide, but he stood quickly and pulled his sweatpants off and climbed between her legs, his cock bobbing and dripping. She reached and put her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her, so that she could kiss him. She felt the crown of his cock press against her wet slit and arched her back impatiently to force him to enter her. He slid the head inside her... pushed deeper. She slid her hands down his back, scooted forward and wrapped her legs around his waist lightly.

Mike grabbed her hair lightly, and then released it almost as fast, apologizing to her. His apology infuriated Bethany -- it made him look weak and inept to her and she found herself thinking of Tyrell and how he just TOOK her -- without regard to her feelings, cursing at her, just FUCKING her without worrying about hurting her. She pulled herself up against Mike, driving his hard penis deep into her and began to rock back and forth. She bit his neck and clawed at his back, trying desperately to get him in the game -- but he was afraid to hurt her.

She should have loved him for his gentleness... for his care of her -- he was her protector, her shield against the world... but at the moment, she resented him as a husband and father and a man in general. In her heart, she knew what a good man he was and how lucky she was, but right now, she needed him to be a beast, not a protector.

Her gyrations and thrusts were taking their toll on Mike. She felt him start to groan and hoped he wouldn't cum before her. Once he was as deep as she felt he could be, she hugged him tightly and wrapped her legs firmly around his back so he couldn't pull out.

"Fuck me, Mike...! Breed your wife! Be my animal!!" she cried out.

Her words were too much for him and he went over the top and began to cum anyhow. As she felt him begin to squirt inside her, Bethany gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She summoned Tyrell into her subconscious, substituting him for Mike in her mind. As Mike continued to cum inside his wife, she was back in the dental chair being used and abused by Tyrell. It had its desired effect -- Bethany came hard on Mike's cock and cried out.

When Mike started to soften and fell out of her, Bethany cuddled up next to him, both of them breathing hard. She held him closely, hugging him, loving him, hating herself for how she made herself cum. But it was a start. He tried to take control. She'd continue to work on him.

They talked a little while longer while they watched the rest of the movie and made plans for the cookout the next day. Bethany was still feeling frisky from making love earlier and teased Mike about what she should wear for the BBQ. Mike thought for a minute and offered up a couple of ideas about a few sexy sundresses she owned. She told him to hang loose -- that she was going to shower and come back to model a few for him.

In her mind, Bethany already had picked out the PERFECT dress... mid-thigh short, flowy, very feminine, red with white flowers. She showered, toweled off and came out with it on with nothing underneath. But when she walked into the family room, Mike was passed out sound asleep. She cursed under her breath and went back into the bedroom and changed into another night shirt. She brushed her teeth and came out to get him to come to bed. Mike apologized for falling asleep, but Bethany told him she would show him the next day.

On Sunday, they woke up and had a leisurely breakfast on the patio. Mike said that he and Reggie's tee time was noon and that they would be back by five thirty at the latest for the cookout at Reg and Carol's.

Bethany nodded -- she reminded him that the Rittenhouse tech would be at the practice at 1PM and should be finished well before it was time to leave -- she said she'd just dress before the appointment and go right over to help Carol and hang out once it was over until the guys got there. Mike asked about the dress, and she said, "Not sure if you remember it -- it's red with white flowers on it -- it's going to be hot today, so I figured it was a good choice.... medium short and thin.

Mike grinned -- he remembered the dress. He said, "You better watch out -- that's not medium short, it's really short, isn't it? Maybe you can wear some white lace panties with it!"

Bethany smacked his arm. She knew Mike was right about the length but said, "It's not that short -- just above the knee. And despite what you think about white lace, it's not always that comfortable... Give me cotton anytime! But because you were such a good boy, how about a white cotton thong?"

Mike grinned and told her to hang on. He disappeared into the bedroom and came out with a tiny white thong that he bought for her a couple of years back -- it was basically a G-string made of translucent white material. When he gave it to her years ago, Bethany thought it was sexy but so sheer and tiny that she would have to trim her pubic hair on each side of the panty to keep it from sticking out the sides. But now that she was bare, it wasn't a problem. She laughed.

"You're such a perv, Dr. Bennett... but okay, I'll wear it for you for the cookout. And if you're lucky, I may even flash you when no one is looking!"

When it was time to go meet Reggie, Mike kissed Bethany and then laughed and said he'd be thinking about her outfit all afternoon. After he left, she showered and shaved herself smooth again, moisturized and slipped on a little demibra because the sundress was low cut and then slipped on the thong Mike had picked out. She looked at herself in the mirror and glancing down between her legs, she gasped. Her pussy lips were full and plastered against the thin material of the little thong and were clearly visible. She had to admit to herself that she looked damned sexy, and it made her feel very much like a little vixen. She slipped the sundress over her underwear and shifted her body a little so it would sit well on her hips. She put on a pair of sandals to complete the outfit and looked at her watch. The tech from Rittenhouse would be there in about 30 minutes, so she headed over to the dental practice and started working on paperwork until his expected arrival time.

When she got to the practice, she turned off the alarm and turned up the air conditioning a little. She sat in Mike's office and started to look at invoices and a few accounts receivable ledgers and as she got deeper into the numbers, she lost track of time.

She glanced at the clock on the computer screen -- it was almost 1:30! Where the hell was this tech? She was already annoyed that Tyrell wasn't coming and the fact that Rittenhouse was sending some low-level flunky to take a few pictures and record some serial numbers that they already had.

She picked up the phone and started dialing the number for the maintenance company to find out where this tech was when she heard a noise outside -- loud music -- rock and roll blared outside so loud that she thought she heard the windows rattle.

"Great... they sent some kid to collect the data." she thought to herself. She shook her head. If this took too long, she'd be late meeting up with Mike, Carol and Reggie. She heard a knock on the front door of the practice and moved through the lobby and peered out through the glass in the window.

Her heart started pounding fast and she felt a slight nausea in her throat. It was the kid from the track meet that she stumbled upon fucking the blonde in the bathroom! What the hell? And then all of a sudden, in a moment of clarity, it made sense to her -- the junior tech was Tyrell's son!! Of course -- Rittenhouse was a small company, and they were using the kid as summer help... what was his name again? Gerald? James? JEROME! Tyrell had said he was 19 and leaving for college in the fall.

Bethany grimaced and opened the door. Looking in his eyes, she swore she saw a moment when he first looked at her trying to figure out where he knew her from but then it was gone. In his adolescent primal brain, his thoughts were already on the petite little woman in front of him in the sundress and sandals. He looked her up and down shamelessly and then gave her a big grin.

"Sorry I'm late, Dr. Bennett! Got lost on the way over here. I would have called but my cell phone needs to be charged up..."

Bethany waved him in and closed the door behind him.

"I'm not Dr. Bennett, I'm Mrs. Bennett, Dr. Bennett's wife... and you are?"

Jerome gave her a confused look and then realized who he was representing. He pulled a paper out of his pocket and unfolded it and presented it to her. It had his credentials - name and title of Junior tech on the Rittenhouse letterhead. He wasn't even going to be working there long enough to warrant an ID badge, she mused.

"I'm Jerome, Mrs. Bennett, Jerome Young. I'm here for the baseline assessment?"

Bethany's emotions were all over the map. She nodded, clearly annoyed and told him to follow her into the exam rooms. First no Tyrell and now this braindead kid. She turned to say something to him and realized he wasn't behind her anymore. He had gone back outside to get his iPad and stylus from the car. She glanced and saw that he was driving a beater Toyota -- typical transportation for his age group, he guessed -- Her son Paul had something similar.

Seeing him struggling to be "professional" in front of her softened Bethany's heart a little bit. He seemed less like the bull she had seen in the bathroom and more like someone's son. He clearly didn't make the connection between the woman who barged in on the sex at the track meet and Mrs. Bennett, the doctor's wife, which made Bethany relax a little. She watched as he rushed around the car trying to get everything he needed and get back into the practice. She guessed no one told him to dress appropriately for visiting a customer since he was wearing a t-shirt and skinny fit board shorts with sneakers. Bethany did notice he seemed fit and muscular and now that she had met his father, darker than him. She thought back to Tyrell and got that familiar twinge between her legs like she did whenever she remembered their time together.

Jerome rushed back in and literally ran into Bethany in his haste, knocking her backwards against the wall.

"Oh, my god... I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bennett!"

Bethany was more surprised than injured and burst out laughing as she straightened up. One thing was for certain. This kid was built solidly.

"Easy there, Jerome... slow down. You don't want to knock out your customers!"

When he saw that she was okay and not hurt, he laughed nervously and said, "Yeah, I guess you can tell I don't do this very often... I'm helping out my dad this summer before college starts in the fall. I'm his cheap labor... ha-ha."

Bethany smiled -- the kid was cute... totally different than what she remembered about him.

She said, "Well, I've met your dad. He's going to be our regular technician going forward. Hope he's not paying you TOO cheaply?"

Jerome crossed his arms in front of him and Bethany could see his youthful muscles and firm chest. He shook his head.

"He's not paying me at all -- says putting a roof over my head and paying for college and meals is pay enough. He did mention you though."

Bethany raised her eyebrows. "Oh? What did he say?"

Jerome grinned and said, "Nothing bad. Just that you were a nice lady and I should be nice to you!"

Bethany exhaled -- at least Tyrell was discrete. She decided to tease this young man and countered with, "Well, maybe if you do a good job today, I'll forget about you being late and practically running me over here... no promises though! Ha-ha!"

Jerome laughed and rubbed the back of his head thoughtfully...." Um, Mrs. Bennett -- do you have a phone charger? That's why I couldn't call you to say I was going to be late. My phone died and I need it to take pictures of your equipment."

Bethany put her hand to her mouth to avoid laughing out loud. "Son, you're a mess! Let me see your phone..."

Jerome handed it over and then said, "You're in luck... we have the same phone -- Iet's plug this in... do you need it for the registration numbers as well?"

Jerome shook his head. "No, I just need to put them in a spreadsheet manually, but the pictures are to document existing wear and tear on your equipment. We can start there and then take pictures when the phone is charged up."

Bethany turned and headed into the office with Jerome following closely behind. She heard him go "mmmm" and turned her head just in time to catch him adjusting himself in those shorts. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw he was hard and remembered his size from when she saw him in the bathroom. The tingle between her thighs buzzed again.

As she was thinking about this, Jerome was chatting on and on. First about how nice the office was. He commented that he had never seen a dentist's office with a leather couch and private bathroom with a shower before. She could tell that he was nervous and trying to make a good impression. But the more he talked, the more she enjoyed his company. She found him sort of endearing in a nerdy sort of way. He was totally different than her preconceived opinion of him. He was smart as hell, witty, flirty and fun. She could easily see him fitting in among Paul's friends. He talked about taking engineering in college and went into all the big ideas young men usually have before life wears them down. It was refreshing.

She told him that she may already have the serial numbers for all the equipment from when they first bought it and pulled up a spreadsheet on her computer. Jerome stood behind her as she sat at the desk and Bethany was aware he could look down the top of her sundress if she leaned forward a little. She acted as though she was having trouble finding the right file and kept clicking different spreadsheets. At one point, she said, "I may have printed it somewhere here on the desk and leaned forward to look. She glanced back and caught Jerome staring down the front of her dress.

"Mr. Young are you trying to look down my top?" she teased playfully.

Jerome gasped and coughed..." Uh, no! Of course not... I mean... not intentionally..."

Bethany smirked and let the comment go... She thought to herself -- Like Father, like son! The young man clearly wasn't as cool or polished as his dad denying looking down her shirt when he was clearly busted, but his intentions were the same. Again, she loved flirting with him a little.

She continued looking through the files on the top of the desk acting as though she were still searching and concluded it must still be electronic and went back to the computer. This time, she pulled up the right spreadsheet -- each piece of dental hardware, date of purchase, installation date, warranty information and serial number.

She looked up at him and said, "Take a look at this... is this the information you're looking for? Here -- sit and look." Bethany got up to give him the seat and perched up on top of the desk next to the chair. As she did, the hem of the dress rose up to an almost dangerous level and if Jerome were to look just right, might be rewarded with a view of the tiny thong. Bethany liked teasing him and the attention made her horny. She didn't want to be overly slutty, but a subtle peek might be fun. She crossed one leg over the other briefly and then uncrossed them and spread her legs just slightly.

But Jerome was trying to be professional and missed the opportunity completely. He sat down at the desk and was looking at the spreadsheet intently.

She said, "You just need the equipment identified and the serial numbers, right? Would this save you some time?"

Jerome finished looking over the spreadsheet, smiled and said this was exactly what he came for. He said, "Is this everything? Nothing was replaced or bought after this spreadsheet was put together?"

Bethany thought for a minute and said, "We replaced the base on the chair in exam room 2 last year. The chrome was coming off it -- but that wouldn't have a serial number, would it?"

Jerome shook his head and said that EVERYTHING has a serial number -- that it was a healthcare requirement in case there was a recall. Bethany frowned and said that the new base serial number wouldn't be in their system unless Rittenhouse added it, which she seriously doubted because they didn't know about this spreadsheet.

Jerome brightened and said, "No problem! I can get it... do you mind writing down the number if I read it off to you?"

Bethany said, "Sure... let me get a pen and paper... go ahead in."

When she walked into exam room two, she saw Jerome on his back, his long legs protruding from under the chair. The first thing she noticed was how big his feet were and then she caught her breath as she glanced at the bulge in his shorts. His cock was plastered against his thigh and protruding halfway down toward his knee and while he wasn't hard, it looked thick. She felt her knees go a little weak and she said softly..." Ready when you are..."

Jerome's head was on the far side of the base, so he was a little muffled. She squatted down on her thighs to hear him and as she did, the sundress rose higher on her thighs. He started reading off the serial number for her, but because she was distracted by the sight of his bulge, she had to ask him to repeat it. She also scooted a little closer to the chair to hear him better.

Jerome started reading the serial number again slowly and louder..." Zero, seven, nine, V for Victor, F for Foxtrot, one, one, eight, T for Tango, T for Tango, six, nine. That's everything... do you want to read it back to me?"

Bethany's hands were shaking..."0,7,9, V, F,1,1,8, T,6,9. Is that right?"

Jerome confirmed the serial number and lifted his head from under the chair. His eyes got wide as he found himself staring right up Bethany's dress. With her squatting down, her legs spread lightly, he could clearly see her sheer panties and with her already a little damp, her pussy lips were fat and swollen against the moist material of the thong.

He panicked and raised his head trying to get up from this compromising position and wound up hitting the top of his head on the bottom of the base of the chair's seat.

"FUCK!" he cried out, holding his head. Bethany immediately reached out for him to make sure he was okay and to comfort him a little. As she did, the hem of the skirt went even higher, and she had forgotten all about it and was openly exposed to him.

"Are you okay? Oh, my god, Jerome... I'm so sorry... you're not bleeding, are you?"

Jerome scooted out from under the chair and tried to stand, still holding his head. Bethany's skirt was almost around her waist and the sight of this sexy wife looking so hot made him groan. He told her he was okay -- just stupid. He was rubbing the top of his head, but his gaze was clearly between her legs. At some point, she realized what he was looking at and looked down seeing what he saw. She blushed and tried pulling the hem of the dress back down but being in the squatted position, she couldn't get it to budge. Finally, she was able to stand and pull the dress back down into place.

"Well, that wasn't very ladylike or smooth, was it?" she laughed weakly. "Please pardon the look."

Jerome was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, if it took me hitting my head to get the opportunity to see that, it was more than worth it, Mrs. Bennett... you made my day... and may I just say, I love your choice of underwear!"

Bethany blushed deeply and was going to say something about Mike picking it out to try to recover but decided against it and just burst out laughing... she said, "I'm glad I was able to provide you some fun today, Jerome... it wasn't my intention, but I can see how much you liked it..." She motioned with a glance down at his cock pressed firmly against his leg, now fully hard and erect.

Jerome looked down at where she was looking and then back up at her..." That okay?" he asked.

Bethany pursed her lips and said, "Well, I'd love to say I'm insulted, but I guess if I can still make a young guy hard, I'll take it as a compliment..." She thought for a moment and then added, "You don't remember me, do you?"

Jerome gave her a confused look and shook his head.

"The track meet several weeks back... I walked in on you and your friend in the bathrooms. You were fucking the little blonde while her friend was sucking your friend off."

Jerome grinned. "Fuck -- THAT'S where I know you from... God, you looked so good that day too... If you would have stuck around, I'd love to have fucked you three days to Sunday. I could tell you were turned on too... don't deny it!"

Bethany blushed. She looked down at the ground and thought for a moment. She said, "Yeah, I'll admit it was hot... for a lot of reasons. I'd never seen a black cock other than in porn before that day and seeing the contrast of you and the blonde together was erotic as hell. I've never been with someone your size either. Or someone as fit and lean and young with as much endurance as you. But it's not even that you're black. I think the thing that turned me on the most that day was the way you took control of her -- dominated her, took her roughly -- you didn't give a shit about her... you were an animal with her. It was... PRIMAL. If I'm perfectly honest, it took me weeks and weeks to get the images of that day out of my mind. My husband has always been a sweet and gentle lover, but after seeing you pounding the hell out of the blonde and her friend with that fat black cock halfway down her throat, I was jealous. I wanted to be either one of those girls... both of them in fact. And no matter what, I will always love my husband and always want him to be there for me. But just once, I wanted to be those girls... just to see what it was like."

Jerome grinned and nodded his head but said nothing.

Bethany asked, "I do have a question that been on my mind ever since that day. When you came up to the bleachers and flirted with the two girls, they shut you down hard -- as a matter of fact, the brunette said she wouldn't give a blowjob to either one of you if you were the last men on earth....! So my question is -- what changed in the 15 minutes when they told you to fuck off and you banging them in the bathroom?"

Jerome laughed. He said, "All white women are curious about black cock. They all want to know if the rumors are true... if we're all huge, if we can fuck like dogs in heat and if we can go long and hard. So we've got that advantage going for us. And I will admit, it's more myth than fact, but I'm not going to miss an opportunity. A few minutes after those two bitches shamed us in the stands, we ran into them down by the snack stand. My bro walked up to the brunette and pressed his hard cock into her ass as she was standing in line and took her hand and placed it on his shaft. I moved off out of view of everyone but in position so the blonde could see me and slide my cock down my leg to show it to her and then motioned for them to follow us up to the other bathrooms. No pomp and circumstance... just an invitation for a hard, no strings attached fuck. They followed us up there and that's where you found us. And then those two little sluts went back down with our cum dripping from their legs and mouth and kissed their boyfriends like there was nothing to it. Sex is sex, Mrs. Bennett -- if you enjoy it, go for it..."

Bethany stared at Jerome like he had two heads. "Just like that? Nothing else?" she asked.

Jerome smirked and said, "We're both adults, Mrs. Bennett... sometimes you just gotta go for what you want... and if we're being honest with one another, I'd love to take you right here and now and you know what, I'd bet my life that's what you want too. Tell me I'm wrong?"

Bethany looked at the floor. Then she looked up at him.

"You're not wrong..."

Jerome smiled knowingly. He stood up, saying nothing and walked past the little brunette. She watched as he walked by and followed him with her eyes as he walked into Mike's office. Curious, she followed him in and found him sitting in Mike's chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head and his long slender legs spread out in front of him. She looked at him quizzically.

He smiled and said softly, "Take off that dress..."

Bethany felt her face burn and she was about to protest, but he seemed so self-assured and confident, she realized, it wasn't a question. She reached behind her and slid the zipper to the sundress down; let it slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She bent down and picked it up and folded it neatly, placing it on the desktop. She stood in front of him expectantly in just the demibra, thong and sandals. Her hands crossed in front of her covering herself nervously.

"Uh, uh... put your hands at your side... I want to see that sexy little white married pussy again..." he demanded.

As she moved her hands away from her crotch, Jerome reached over and took HER cell phone and took a picture of her standing there in her underwear. Bethany's eyes got wide, and she cried out..." What are you doing? No pictures!"

Jerome laughed and said, "These aren't for me... these are for you... It's your phone, your pictures... you'll want to look at these later..."

She felt her heart racing and tried to figure out what was wrong with what he was saying, how it would somehow be a bad thing, but her brain was foggy, and she couldn't really come up with a scenario where it was wrong.

"Take off your bra..." he commanded. She nodded slowly and unhooked the clasp to the delicate top and slid it off her shoulders. She put it on top of the folded dress on the desktop.

Upon seeing her topless, Jerome went, "Daaammmmm! They're even nicer than I thought... I knew you'd have great breasts, but FUCK!" And almost to emphasis the point, he grabbed his cock through his shorts and gave it a squeeze. Bethany covered her breasts lightly but was pleased at his compliment and quickly dropped her hands to allow him to continue to look. He took another picture with the phone.

"Come over here... get on your knees, Mrs. Bennett..."

She wanted nothing more. Her legs felt weak, and she was a little dizzy. It also felt like she was going to have an orgasm right then and there just from his words and his stare. She took two steps forward and then lowered herself to her knees and put her hands on his thighs to steady herself.

"You know what to do, Mrs. Bennett... this is what you want... take it out."

Bethany's heart was pounding so hard that she felt the pulse in her neck and head as she unhooked the snap at the top of his board shorts and opened the waistband. She was surprised to see boxer briefs were ivory colored. In the entire time she and Mike were together, Mike NEVER owned a pair of anything other than white underwear and never boxer briefs.

She slid the zipper down slowly and felt the bulk mass constrained by the underwear swell and expand as it went down, filling the space in front of her. Jerome lifted his ass off the chair, allowing her to pull the shorts down and off his legs. When she looked back, the profile of his hard thick black cock pressed obscenely against the cotton material of his underwear. She could tell already that he was circumcised and thicker and longer than Mike and that the helmeted head of his cock was more mushroom shaped than anything she had ever seen before.

She was about to reach for the waistband of his underwear to pull it down when she saw Jerome reach for the phone and take a picture of her on her knees reaching for him. And that quickly, whatever trepidations she had about him taking pictures was gone. She WANTED to relive this later... she wanted to see what a bad girl she was... She looked up at him and he took another picture of her looking into his eyes, wanting, needing, craving him.

He put the phone down and told her to put her hands behind her back. She did as he asked and then reached down into the waistband of his underwear and slid them down VERY slowly... inch by inch. As his cock started to come into view, she saw that he was dark with no pubic hair around the base and even thicker than she originally thought. From her vantage point, she guessed that his girth was about the same diameter as her wrist and because he was revealing himself so slowly, she felt he was so much longer than anything she expected.

When he finally had taken his boxer briefs completely down, Bethany's eyes got wide seeing the bulbous head of his cock. She looked up at Jerome.

"You like, baby girl?" he asked.

She nodded and was about to reach for him when he told her to keep her hands behind her back. Then he reached down and grabbed his cock by the shaft and teased it across her cheek, her chin and lips. She opened her mouth to accept him, but he pulled back, causing her to chase it around her face... He took another picture.

She grinned and told him to quit teasing her, which made him laugh... he took the tip of the head and pressed it against her lips and leaned forward lightly. A light spray of precum coated her lips like gloss and she opened her mouth and started to draw him in. He fed her inch by inch, feeling her start to tongue the tip while sucking on the shaft, causing him to moan.

"Oh, fuck, you're good at that, Mrs. B! This mouth was made for black cock..."

She smiled lightly and continued to suck him deeper, feeling her jaw start to ache as she took him to the back of her throat. She tried to relax her throat to take him deeper and as she looked up at him, he took another picture, which made her feel slutty. She wanted to please him and started sucking as hard as she could and as fast as possible without gagging. Jerome was groaning and put his hand on the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling himself deeper into her.

Bethany took her hands from behind her back and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and twisting the nipples lightly as she sucked him. She felt an orgasm start to build and held back, not letting herself cum too quickly, concentrating on sucking Jerome, wanting him to cum first. But having the hard, thick, young black cock deep down her throat, feeling it dripping lightly proved to be too much and she felt her legs start to shake and she came hard, almost biting him accidentally in the process.

She heard Jerome chuckle, and he said, "That's my job, Mrs. B... Don't you worry, I'm going to tear this sweet little white pussy up..."

His words made her groan, extending the orgasm. She felt him pulling his cock out of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake and protested, reaching for him again. She ran her tongue under his shaft from base to tip causing his cock to twitch. He stood up from Mike's chair and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up forcefully from the kneeling position and then reached down under her knees and lifted her up off the floor and carried her over to the leather couch. He dropped her face down onto the surface, her white ass sticking up in the air. She buried her face down into the leather and felt him stripping off the thong and sandals.

Completely naked, ass in the air, Jerome took another picture. He put the phone down and reached between her thighs from behind and slid his thumbs up between them. She felt his thumbs enter her pussy from below and behind and then felt the palms of his hands pulling her ass cheeks apart lightly. She was about to turn her head to see what he was doing when she felt the tip of his tongue touch the opening of her ass as his thumbs started moving in and out of her lightly. The combination of both made her pussy start to foam and then cream. His tongue slipped down to her slit, and he started lapping up the juices that were dripping down onto the leather.

"Oh, my GOD.... Jerome...!!" she cried out. Hearing her squirm, he climbed underneath her and lifted his head so that he could lap and suck her juices out of her pussy like a starving man. She dropped her legs down onto his face, wrapping her slender pale thighs around his ears and buried her pussy onto his face. Jerome reached up and grabbed both ass cheeks and pulled her down hard on his face with his tongue and fingers inside her. Then he sealed his mouth over her pussy and started sucking, saturating his face with her juices. She squeezed her legs together, pinning his head between them and gushed, soaking his face and shirt... He came up sputtering....

She saw her juices all over his face and body and was horrified, trying to wipe off the slick fluids from his face and hair, but he laughed and told her not to worry about it. He pulled her back up to a semi kneeling position and moved behind her on the couch. Her little white ass in the air, he gave it a playful smack, causing her to gasp and then a harder smack. Bethany's eyes rolled back in her head, and she started cumming again.

When she stopped shaking, she told him to do it again -- HARDER. He smack her ass again... again... again... with her ass cheeks red with his hand prints, he took a picture. Her head was buried in the soft leather cushion, and she was grasping the sides of it, leaving scratches in the material. She felt him move behind her... his front of his thighs pressed against the back of hers... He grabbed his black cock by the shaft and ran it up and down her slick pussy from behind before pushing into her.

When he entered her, Bethany pulled forward as though she was trying to get away from him, so he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, burying his cock deeply inside of her with one thrust. He heard her gasp when he started going faster and deeper and he reached around and squeezed her throat roughly, causing her to moan. He felt her pussy squeezing his shaft and slammed his cock deeper into her. Her breast were swaying under her, and he leaned over and told her that he wanted to breed her... to fill her married white womb with his potent African sperm... to consume her...

His words, his actions, her pussy stretched to new limits were too much for her. Tears started to roll down her face and she came for the third or fourth time in as many minutes. As her legs started to shake and her pussy swelled and squeezed him tightly, Jerome felt himself start to cum -- his primal instincts took over and he held himself as deep as he could inside the little white wife as wave after wave of thick cum pulsed into her, washing over her fertile white womb.

Long after his black cock was drained inside her, he held her in that position. Her body immobile and tight. He kissed her back between the shoulder blades and eventually pulled out of her, but her pussy continued to contract and drip his hot semen for several minutes. Bethany eventually turned over onto her back, feet on the leather couch and knees bent, looking up at the young man who just devastated her.

Jerome looked down at the wife/mom below him and saw that her pussy was gaped open and dripping.

He said, "Looks like we made quite the mess here, Mrs. B... you okay?"

Bethany smiled weakly at the young man hovering over her and put her arms up around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

She said, "That was incredible, Jerome... I don't think I've ever come that hard or that many times in my entire life... I guess there's something to be said for a fit young Black man as a lover."

As they kissed, she felt Jerome's cock stir against her thigh and looked down.

"No way..." she marveled at how quickly he was recovering.

She looked over at the clock... She should have been getting ready to go to Carol and Reggie's, but she also would love one more time...

Bethany wrapped her legs around Jerome's back and pulled him down to her. He laughed.

"You're insatiable, girl..." he grinned. He slid his hands under her ass and then slid his cock into her and started pumping as she held on for dear life.

Bethany felt Jerome start to swell inside her and felt her own orgasm building as well. All of a sudden, he pulled her legs off from around his back and slid them up onto his shoulders. From this position, he was able to bury his cock deeper into her -- staring down into her eyes, he saw the lust there. She saw the animal in him coming out... she reached up and kissed him again and pulled herself up off the leather sofa to completely embed herself in on his cock...

She felt him stiffen and explode inside her. As he came, she groaned as his fluids splashed inside her and came along with him. The latest orgasm was just as intense as the first...

"FUUCCKKKK!" she cried out, her voice shaking. It was the last thing she remembered before passing out.

Jerome woke her a few minutes later, giving her a bottle of water. Somehow, while she was sleeping, he got dressed and had his phone, iPad, spreadsheet data and equipment by the door ready to leave. Bethany propped herself up on one elbow, still naked with cum dripping between her thighs.

"You're leaving? What about the pictures of the equipment?" she asked.

Jerome said, "Took them while you were sleeping... figured I'd let you rest."

He showed her his phone, and she scrolled through about a dozen pictures of all the dental equipment. She was also happy to see there were NO pictures of her naked on his phone.

"Your phone is on your desk... I also sent you a text with my telephone number in it in case you want to stay in touch after I leave for college." He offered.

Bethany nodded and thanked him for an amazing afternoon. She stood and hugged him and gave him a long-wet kiss.

"Don't forget to hide those pictures I took of you... don't want the good doctor to see them, do we?" he suggested.

Bethany smiled and said she'd take care of them and walked him to the front door. After he left, she padded back through the practice naked, went into the office and took a long hot shower. She came out refreshed, a little sore, but didn't see any incriminating marks or bruises. She felt sated and completely relaxed -- she knew the guilt would come later but for now, the feeling of being totally taken, controlled, and filled overwhelmed her and was exactly what she needed at the time.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through the pictures Jerome had taken of her. The woman in the images shocked her -- even though she knew it was her, it didn't SEEM like her. The woman in these photos was HOT... hotter than she ever felt about herself. A bad girl. While a couple of the pictures were sexy and almost looked like erotic art, others were pornographic -- dirty, sexy photos of a woman possessed and craving black cock.

As she studied each picture, she felt her pussy pulse and tingle -- the young man was fit and well built -- a young Black god, hard and dark. The comparison to her pale, softness made her damp and hungry, desiring. As she examined each photo, she designated them hidden, moving them to the private folder on her iPhone, far from inquiring eyes. She sighed as she reached the last picture and hid it as well.

She looked at the clock. If she left soon, she'd be at Carol and Reggie's before the guys got there, and no one would be the wiser. She dressed and applied a little makeup, cleaned up any indication that anything happened in the practice and went out to her car. She was letting the air conditioning cool the interior down for a couple of minutes before she pulled away and suddenly got the urge to look at the pictures again. She opened the hidden folder and looked at the pictures one by one in order -- the sequence of the seduction, the debauchery as she submitted to Jerome.

All of a sudden, an evil thought came to her. She scrolled back to the first picture he had taken of her when she took her dress off and was standing in front of Jerome in the bra and thong, before he ravaged her. She looked AMAZING and sexy in the picture.

Bethany smirked to herself as she selected the photo and clicked the share icon. In a moment of spontaneity, she forwarded the picture to Mike and added the caption..." Something to think about as you're golfing... don't miss your putt!" with a devil emoji and wink. Mike would think she took a selfie in the office for him.

She sent the picture and laughed. Mike would be somewhere around the 16th hole at that time, and she hoped he would be totally distracted for the rest of the course. She continued on to Carol's but was surprised that there wasn't a reply from her husband for the text message..

When she got to Carol's, Bethany helped her get set up for the cookout and was relaxing out on the patio with her having a glass of wine when the guys walked in. After the hugs and kisses, Carol asked Reggie how the game was.

He said, "Well, I was losing badly to this guy up until the last couple of holes and then he fell to pieces on me around the 15th or 16th hole... and I wound up kicking his ass -- not sure what happened, but happy for the win!" He clapped Mike on the back and said, "Sorry, Buddy!"

Mike grinned and said he was distracted and looked over at Bethany who gave him a little wink.

She smiled and said, "That's not like you to lose focus, Dr. Bennett...! Something pull your attention away from the game?" she kidded him.

Mike smiled and said, "Guess so!" and gave her a little wink back.

The rest of the evening was cordial and fun. The two couples went through a couple bottle of wine and a few beers. Mike seemed more subdued than normal, but Bethany felt he was just tired. When they got home and got ready for bed, Bethany asked him if he was okay.

Mike said, "Yep.... all good -- why do you ask?"

Bethany said, "Well I know why you got distracted this afternoon," with a smirk. "Just wondered why you didn't comment on the picture I texted you?"

Mike smiled weakly and pulled out his phone..." Oh yeah, let's talk about that picture... got to admit, when you sent it, I thought it was pretty hot and yes, you definitely got me distracted!"

Bethany grinned at him..." And? I feel like there's more to this story?"

Mike pulled the picture up for her... As she looked at the photo on his phone, Mike, zoomed in on the screen to the left of her face. In the corner of the picture, just above her head and slightly to the left, she could clearly see Jerome's face holding her phone in the mirror on the wall in Mike's bathroom.

"Let's talk about this guy..." he said flatly.