Back to Black - Pt. 03

Back to Black is an interracial tale written in 5 parts (all finished) which will be released to Literotica as I edit them.

I've gone back to this story several times in the last couple of years, changing the characters and the storyline, mostly because I wasn't sure where to take it. However, in the end it was splitting it into 5 parts that actually helped me finish it.

The result is, I think, very different to most of my other works but I'm happy with the finished article and I hope you like it.

Please remember it is just a story, the characters aren't real and their words and actions are simply a projection of my own imagination.

It is set in the United Kingdom so I apologise now for any confusion over some of the terms I use.

Please enjoy.

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Back to Black - Pt 03

The atmosphere over the remainder of the weekend was decidedly artic in the Wilson house and Madeline did her utmost to avoid contact with her husband; even going as far as sleeping in the spare room for a couple of nights, using the excuse that she wasn't feeling well and didn't want to disturb him.

Rather than Monday morning and work bringing her any sense of relief it simply altered the cause of her anxiety.

Fastening her stockings to the clasps on her suspender belt she forgot about Jon for the moment and paused, contemplating the week ahead.

'What am I going to do about Aaron?'

It was always the same question and she started to worry about her boss and his persistent requests for her to have dinner with him. She was fully aware that he wanted to resurrect the sexual relationship they had had while at university; her problem was whether she wanted it as well.

Pushing the thought and the matter of answering her conundrum aside for the moment, she pulled on her skirt and finished getting dressed before setting off for work.

Fortunately for her, her worries on both counts were unnecessary.

Aaron was tied up for most of the week with budget meetings for the forthcoming year and she barely saw him during the day. Ignoring Jon was also less of a problem as most evenings he decided to spend time with his mistress and usually came home late.

All that was left for her to concern herself about was Jayson's entry exam result and as the end of the week got closer the more anxious she became.

Forgoing her weekly shopping trip on the Friday, she headed home as early as she could, dashing upstairs to take a shower and change as soon as she walked into the house.

"Why don't you wear something nice for him?" Jon commenting from the bathroom door as she dried herself was clearly meant to taunt her.

She glared back at him angrily, "Just why would I do that?"

"You know, to commiserate with him over his failure....." Her husband sneered condescendingly at her, "Not that you'd ever do something like that, a boring old lady like you."

Shaking her head at her husband's blatant denigration in suggesting that she was a middle-aged prude Madeline walked away, wondering why she had ever felt guilty about what had happened with Aaron.

However, with Jon's guileless mockery now eating away at her she began to feel even more anxious about Jayson's results.

'What if he had failed the entry exam?'

Part of her was desperate to know so she could put an end to some of her husband's taunting and go back to her life before Jayson Kanaara had appeared in it. At the same time however, another small part of her remembered his hand on her backside and wondered if he would try something again.

'Did she want him to?'

She shook her head; he was her student; Mark's friend and she was old enough to be his mother.

'If he did, what would she do?'

Unsure of her answer she took the decision to take her husband at his word and do just what she had been told to.

Dropping her towel she put on her purple suspender belt.

"Stockings again?" Her husband said as he stood in the bedroom doorway grinning.

"Isn't this what you told me to put on?" She paused mid-way through straightening the seams of the black nylons up the back of her legs.

"It is. I just didn't think you'd have the guts to do it."

"Well, make the most of it. Nothing else is going to happen." Maddi told him somewhat uncertainly, putting on the rest of her lingerie.

Slipping on a fitted, sleeveless red dress that didn't show to much cleavage she looked in the mirror.

"Is this sexy enough?" She asked herself, trying to tug the hem a little lower and failing to get it below mid-thigh.

"It's a bit shor......" Her husband started to say when he was interrupted by a knock at the front door and he started back downstairs, leaving her to slip on a pair of 3" heels.

"Hi Mr. Wilson. I know I'm a bit early but I've got my results. Is Mrs Wilson here?"

Pausing at the top of the stairs she listened when she heard Jon open the door to let the black teenager in.

"Yeah she's been expecting you Jayson. Go through into the living room, she'll be down in a minute."

"Oh right, thanks."

Leaning over Madeline strained to hear what they were saying as the two of them stepped out of the hallway.

"Can I ask you something?" It was Jon's voice.

"Err.... I.... I guess so Mr. Wilson." The eighteen-year-old sounded a little apprehensive.

"I've seen you with my wife, feeling her up when you hug her. You have a bit of a crush on her don't you?"

Maddi gasped softly hearing her husband's question, stunned that he had asked the younger man outright.

"Yeah I do. I'm sorry Mr Wilson... but she's so beautiful I can't help it." The black teenager replied apologetically, "You... you're not mad at me are you?"

"Not really, I can't do much about other men looking at her. But...."

"So, you don't mind?"

"Maybe it would be best for everyone if you told me how you got on and just went home." Jon suggested malevolently.

"But... she... she said.... I...."

Upstairs Madeline held her breath as her husband tried to keep his anger under control and get rid of the youngster.

If it became physical what would happen?

The eighteen-year-old clearly worked out and was much bigger and looked far stronger than an overweight and unfit Jon

"I understand that Jayson." She heard him lie to the teenager, "A little harmless flirting doesn't bother me, and I know Maddi gets a kick out of it, but the fact is you've gotten a little to touchy feely with her and it's going too far."

Something inside her snapped and, taking a deep breath, she decided she had heard enough, starting down the stairs to join them.

"Hello Jayson... you have your results?" Totally ignoring her husband, she greeted the teenager with a smile.

"Ah honey, Jayson was just saying he had to go...."

"Yes. but wow Mrs W, you look... fantastic." Unable to tear his gaze away from her the teenager simply stared and ran his eyes up and down her body as he ignored her husband and complimented her.

Seeing him look at her with such intensity, Maddi blushed. "Come on stop it... you're embarrassing me."

"Sorry... it's just you look so pretty in that dress it's kind of difficult not to stare."

"Madeline...." Jon tried to interject again.

"Thank you sweetie. Shall we go into the lounge." She responded, glancing angrily at her husband, "And you keep out of this."

"So, how did you get on." She asked eagerly, leading the teenager in the lounge and sitting down, desperate to hear if he had passed or not.

"Are Mark and Niamh about? I'd like to tell them as well."

"Err no.... Niamh's at work till eight and Mark's staying over at a friend's house for the night."

Suddenly all the flirting and enticing glances that had passed between them during the tutoring sessions surged into her head and impulsively Maddi crossed her legs, provocatively displaying her shapely thighs and stocking tops to him.

"So.... are you going to tell me."

"I got 82% Mrs W.... I passed the entrance exam by a whole seven marks." Jayson grinned delightedly at her.

"Really? You mean it.... you did it." She squealed and leapt to her feet.

Following suit, he stood up in front of her, "I don't know how to thank you Mrs W.... I mean Madeline."

"There's no need honey it was my pleasure."

It took a moment but, as soon as she realised the affectionate term she had used for him when she had answered, she blushed.

"Well, I really do appreciate it." He couldn't stop beaming at her and, without warning, pulled her into the now predictable hug, "I couldn't have done it without you."

A little hesitantly she allowed him to wrap her in his arms, her own going about his neck as one of his hands slid down to cup her arse, kneading it gently.

"Jayson, we...." She started to whisper, her heart thumping frantically against her ribs.

"Why don't we all have a drink to celebrate now the sessions are all done?" Jon's voice from the doorway startled the pair of them and the teenager immediately released her.

Smirking, her husband stepped into the lounge and handed his wife and her student a glass of wine.

Glaring at him Madeline took her drink, "Jon I... I heard what you said to Jayson."

"Then you know he should leave.... Now, before anything else...."

"This isn't about you or what you want anymore. I've had enough of your sordid little affairs." She declared resolutely, "All that matters to me now is what I want."

"Fuck that, you're my wife and you'll do what I say."

Maddi started to laugh, "I haven't been your wife in God knows how long. All I am to you is a back-up screw for when one of your little scrubbers isn't available."

Jon looked at Jayson, who was standing back watching their interaction with interest, and then moved in close to whisper in his wife's ear.

"What if I want you to do something with Jayson? Would you do it? Would you do it if I...." He said huskily, clearly trying to unsettle her, "... if I wanted to... to watch."

For a moment her heart stopped and she simply stared at him open mouthed, to stunned to speak.

The feelings that flooded through her body at his question were a heady mixture of fear and excitement. The thought of what he wanted her to do while he stood by and watched terrified her while, at the same time, it also aroused her as well.

"From now on I'm my own woman Jon, not your wife. If I decide to do something.... and it's a big if, it will be for me not you." She smiled serenely, "If you want to watch go ahead, I no longer care what you do or who you do it with."

"But...." He started to protest, obviously shocked by her determined stance.

"Don't." She reached up and stroked his cheek, her voice little more than a whisper, "Just remember you can't blame me for whatever happens from now on, it's all down to you. You brought this on yourself with all your sordid little affairs."

Jayson had clearly been listening as she spoke and moved forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind to gently ease her away from her husband.

Leaning back against him her eyes went wide when her rear ground up against his crotch, his considerable hardness pressing her dress into the cleft of her buttocks.

"Last chance to walk away." Aware of the teenager's obvious arousal she mouthed the words to her husband as she gazed unsympathetically into his eyes.

"I... I can't... I....." Was all he managed by way of a reply, sending a tingle of anticipation all the way up her spine.

Turning around to face the young black man she slipped her arms about his neck again, turning her face up to his so he could kiss her, her mouth opening to allow his tongue to delve urgently between her lips in search of hers.

With their mouths moulded together, their bodies tight up against each other, his hands returned to her backside dragging her tight up against him, as his erection grew even harder.

Letting her innermost needs free she willingly surrendered to the feelings bubbling up inside her, unresisting as the teenager slipped a hand under her dress. Easing it up at the back he exposed her stocking tops, his fingers caressing the soft pale skin above the dark bands, sending an even greater thrill through her.

"You know I've always had a thing for you Madeline." Jayson whispered, his nose nuzzling in her silky blonde hair.

She didn't answer and, feeling the warmth of his breath on her neck, gently bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on her husband standing in the doorway.

Looking intently back at the two of them Jon swallowed nervously, watching what was evolving in front of him and adjusting the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

The younger man also noticed Jon's action and, with a knowing smirk ground his crotch even more firmly against Maddi's.

Now, fully aware of the impressive size and hardness of Jayson's cock, she gasped softly, her pussy pulsing as a torrent of moisture soaked into the gusset of her purple thong.

Keeping his groin pressed into her crotch, and with the back of her dress bunched up around her upper thighs, the younger man became bolder, slipping his free hand up between them to grope one of her breasts.

With her face flushed and her breathing ragged, Madeline squirmed in his arms and looked up at the teenager, his hand still moulded around one of her tits.

"We.... we shouldn't Jayson..... you... I mean we.... we shouldn't be doing this." She forced herself to try to stop what was happening, "I... I'm old enough to be..."

"I'm sorry Mrs W but you're so gorgeous." The young man's voice was hoarse with lust, "I can't help but want you."

"I... I appreciate the compliment but...."

He interrupted her, suddenly lowering his mouth to hers in another long passionate kiss.

"Stop... stop." Breathless, she stepped back out of his arms, her heart beating erratically, "We should stop this... you... you're my student."

Jayson's hands went to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he dragged her back towards him. His breath hot against the sensitive side of her neck sending a shiver of lust all the way up her spine.

Succumbing to her desire Maddi forgot everything else, too turned on to stop him, her body needing to be touched, caressed and possibly even ravished.

"This is so wrong... it... it shouldn't be happening." Feeling like she should continue to fight Madeline murmured

Leaning back against him, feeling torn between two opposing factions, she felt herself struggling. On the one hand her body craved Jayson's touch, to feel his bare flesh against hers while, on the other, her head was telling her to stop this madness before things went too far.

"You are so fucking sexy." The teenager murmured, his mouth kissing her neck and sending another wave of desire through her, "I want to see you naked."

Pulling Maddi to him again, mauling her tits roughly through her dress, he started to tease her already firm nipples, making the sensitive buds harden even more. They were soon pushing out through her clothes as he pressed his belly against her back, his swollen manhood once again nestling between her firm round buttocks.

Jon, totally forgotten by the two of them, could only stand on the sidelines and watch helplessly as his long-held fixation on his wife's imagined infidelity came to life in front of him.

Turning Madeline around to face him Jayson kissed her again, his lips finding hers and his tongue snaking into her mouth. Lost in the heat of the moment Maddi's hands roamed over his back and down to his arse, grabbing his well-defined rear through his jeans as she shamelessly continued to kiss him back.

Dropping one hand down her body the black youngster tugged up her dress again, his fingers finding her firm backside and groping it through the thong she had on.

"God your arse it's.... it's just so fucking perfect."

They kissed again and again, continuing for several minutes before he stopped, allowing her to turn her head and, slightly out of breath, look at her husband. Staring at him awkwardly, she finally understood what it was she wanted as the zipper on the back of her dress was lowered

"Jayson...." She started to protest, only to stop, the carnal needs that had taken control of her compelling her to let him undress her.

"I want you naked.... I want to see you." He told her as her dress slithered down her body to puddle around her shoes.

Clad in just her vivid purple lingerie and black seamed stocking she demurely allowed the teenager to take her hand and lead her towards the couch. Continuing to gaze at her husband she wondered if he would say something and, at the same time, hoped he wouldn't.

Leaning her bottom against the back of the sofa the black youngster cupped her pussy mound through her panties, his fingers pressing the satin against her sex.

"Shit baby, you're so wet... your knickers are soaking." He sneered, astonished to feel how damp the gusset was, "This white pussy really wants some dark meat doesn't it?"

Maddi gasped at the sudden change in him, the heat rising to her face as his crude, demeaning words aroused her even more. Submissively she said nothing and moved her feet apart, spreading her legs a little wider for the eighteen-year-old black youth.

Pressing the skimpy material into her slit he stroked a finger between her labia before grasping the waistband of her thong.

"Is this what you really thought I was up to?" Grabbing the teenager's wrist, she sneered disdainfully at her husband, her heart thudding urgently in her chest, "If I do this it... it can never be undone... I'll.... I'll finally be breaking my wedding vows just like you've accused me of doing so many times in the past."

"I.... I....." He croaked, unable to speak, an expression of surprise and, to a degree, lust on his face, confirming his feelings about what she was doing,

Removing her hand from Jayson's wrist she allowed him to yank her thong down, easing it over her stockinged thighs and all the way to the floor, so she could lift her feet one at a time, stepping gracefully out of her panties.

Completely mesmerized the young black man knelt in front of her, smelling her arousal as he caressed her thighs for a moment or two before kissing them just above her stocking tops.

"Oh God... oh God.... oh...." Closing her eyes Madeline whimpered and grabbed at the back of the sofa to support herself, her knees threatening to give way.

If she had any remaining doubts about what she was doing they vanished in that moment.

Running his tongue between her wet swollen pussy lips he savoured her taste, pausing to torment her clitoris before returning his attention to her quim.

Moaning softly, she leant back and lewdly spread her legs even wider to give him access to her, "Unhhhh... fuck... oh fuck.... what.... are you doing to me?"

"Right now, I'm gonna fuck your tight white pussy." He stood up and began to unfasten his jeans, "I've wanted you for a long time Madeline and now I'm gonna have you."

Grinning lasciviously, he undid his zipper and pulled a very hard and very big black dick out, slowly stroking his hand along it.

"Sweet Jesus... it.... it's so big... I've never....." Maddi whimpered, her eyes opening wide to stare at the biggest cock she had ever seen outside a porn film.

Lost in the moment, and wanting to feel his hardness in her hand, she reached for it, the thick girth of his large ebony pole shocking her when her pale fingers wrapped around it.

"Oh my God... it.... it feel's fucking huge... I... I don't know if I can take it all." She whispered almost fearfully, unable to take her eyes off of the huge black prick she held in her small hand.

She had thought his erection was large when she had felt it through his clothes but, now that it was actually in front of her, in her hand, she had to revise her original opinion upwards.

"Suck it baby.... get it ready for your pussy." Jayson instructed crudely, guiding her onto her knees in front of him.

Kneeling obediently, she glanced sideways for a second or two to where her husband stood, the older man now mesmerized by the erotic spectacle playing out before him, before turning her attention back to big sable spear in front of her.

Faced with a close up of his erection Madeline's eyes opened wide in wonder.

The charcoal black monster was clearly even thicker and longer than Aaron's, with fat veins running along its substantial length. Its smooth foreskin was tightly stretched over a large mushroom shaped crown while his black balls, about the size of small plums, hung below the shaft dangling down like those of a breeding bull.

She could smell the musky odour emanating from his groin but, instead of being repelled by it, she found it fanned the flames of her arousal.

Intoxicated by his scent she took the hard, ebony rod in her left hand, her fingers unable to completely wrap around its massive girth, her diamond engagement ring and gold wedding band glinting disapprovingly in the light.

Ignoring them she slowly jacked her soft palm along the teenager's length, smearing his precum over the purple-ish cockhead and first few inches of his onyx length, savouring the warm feel of it against her flesh.

"Take it off." He told her, his hand reaching for her bra, momentarily distracting her, when he skilfully unhooked it.

Pausing, she released her hold on his manhood and, slipping the straps down her arms, threw the skimpy lace brassiere aside, exposing her breasts to him.

"Fuck!" Hissing between his teeth Jayson took one of her girls in his hand, cupping and squeezing it firmly.

"You.... you like them?" Madeline asked hesitantly, suddenly concerned that her soon to be young lover would be put off by her 42-year-old breasts that sagged a little after feeding two children.

"Like you... they're fucking perfect.... now take me in your mouth and suck me." Staring at her chest he ordered in a hoarse voice.

"Ummmmmmmmm!" Doing as she had been told she flicked out her tongue, swirling it around his cockhead to taste his precum.

"Fuck, this is like a dream come true... now... do as I said and fucking suck it." Any pretence at restraint and subtlety vanished now as Jayson wrapped her blonde hair around his thick dark fingers and guided her towards his manhood.

Looking up at him from where she knelt she simply, without objection, opened her mouth and took the mushroom shaped dome between her red lips.

"Yes... fuck, that's it... suck it." He groaned ecstatically, roughly shoving more of his hard black meat into the pretty blonde milf's mouth.

Spluttering, she gagged when the swollen tip probed her throat and, coughing him out, she pulled back, drooling spit, until just the crown remained between her lips. Smiling lasciviously the black teenager stared down at her with lust filled eyes and, pressing her head towards him, he thrust his tumescent length into her mouth again, this time a little more gently.

"Murmmmmmm..... Mummmmmmmmmm."

Slurping noisily, she struggled to work his ebony pole in and out between her lips, coating his dick with her saliva as she did, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft while the other caressed his hairy black balls.

With her lips forming a red O around his cock she glanced sideways and saw her husband rubbing his own hardness through his pants, watching her raptly while she serviced the younger man's prick with her mouth.

'Oh my God, it's turning him on.'

The thought of Jon getting off on what she was doing sent a flush of heat straight to her pussy, a fresh wave of moisture saturating her knickers.

"That's a good girl... get it all wet.... suck my black cock." Uncaringly the youngster instructed, looming over her, jerking her back from the sudden realisation that filled her mind.

Across the room Jon could not believe how the eighteen-year-old had changed; his polite demeanour was gone and in its place he had become a disrespectful young thug, bent on ravishing his wife.

Starting to face fuck the attractive blonde Jayson smirked at her husband as he enjoyed his conquest, "Bloody hell Mr W.... your wife really likes sucking cock... doesn't she?"

The comment reminded Maddi that she had, not that long ago, sucked off her former boyfriend, Aaron Vassell, and received a similar compliment from him.

Minutes slipped by and, with her jaw starting to ache, Madeline was beginning to think the teenager might just cum in her mouth when he yanked her head roughly back by her hair, her mouth slipping off the end of his prick with a soft plop.

"Shit, I need to fuck you now...." He told her abruptly, almost dragging her to her feet and guiding her onto the sofa.

Surrendering to the irresistible needs inside her, she obediently did as he had instructed, momentarily locking eyes with her husband, and laid back with her stockinged thighs pressed together.

"Please Jayson... we.... we shouldn't...." Even as she submitted to the now domineering black teen Madeline tried, one last time, to stop him before they consummated their lust.

Ignoring her feeble pleading he snickered dismissively at her, "Spread your legs baby and let me see that pussy."

Without a word of complaint, she opened her legs wide, obscenely displaying her depilated sex to his gaze.

"You want it don't you? You want me to fuck your married pussy?"

Maddi knew in her heart now that that was exactly what she wanted. For the muscular young black man standing in front of her to take her and fuck her brains out.

"Are you enjoying this Jon... it's so wrong.... but I don't care, I want it.... I want it so badly." She whispered huskily, biting her bottom lip as she lay there with her stockinged legs spread apart, her voice a mix of nervousness and excitement.

There was no answer as her husband simply licked his lips staring helplessly at his wife's blatant exhibitionism.

"Are you enjoying this?... Watching your wife being mounted like an animal by a boy less than half my age?" Maddi goaded him again.

"I... I, yes... no.... I don't.... " He finally stammered, his voice almost breaking with lust, "I don't know."

Sniggering Jayson lowered his muscular fame onto the blonde, his weight forcing her stockinged thighs even wider, and slowly started to press the head of his big black cock into her.

Feeling him enter her Madeline grabbed at his arms and gasped out loud, "Oh fuck.... you.... you're in me...."

Grimacing, as his bulbous dome speared her velvet soft pink slit, she looked up at her young lover, "Shit... oh shit... please baby.... take it slow honey... it's... it's so big."

For a young man he was incredibly patient and slowly withdrew before, just as unhurriedly, sliding his length back in to her, making her moan again. Inch by thick black inch the teen continued to work his ebony shaft into Maddi's pussy, taking his time until virtually his entire cock was buried inside her, her labia lips wrapped around his large circumference.

"Aaahhhhhh.... shit!" Grunting as Jayson drove the last inch into her, she felt the massive erection bottom out inside her, stretching her wider than she had ever been in her life.

"What's the problem girl?" Pulling back, he buried his manhood back in to the hilt again, "Isn't this what that white pussy wants?"

"Yes.... oh yes... but go slow baby.... it.... it's so fucking big." All she could do was moan in response as she found herself thoroughly speared on his tumescent black pole.

Settling in to a slow easy rhythm he took his time fucking her and it quickly became obvious to her that this was not the first time he had broken a woman in to his dark meat.

Every time he pulled out he would withdraw a little more of his erection until, eventually, he was just leaving the thick mushroom cockhead lodged at her entrance before driving his entire shaft back into her dripping quim.

"Oh God... oh God.... it's so fucking good...." Madeline gasped breathlessly, looking over at her husband, "Is.... is this what you thought I was doing Jon? Is it?"

"Fuck her Jayson." By the door Jon had his own dick in his hand, slowly stroking it as he stared at the erotic tableau being acted out in front of him, "Come inside the slut."

Grinning the younger man started to thrust harder, fucking Madeline vigorously, his hips slapping against hers while his muscular black arse rose and fell steadily between her stocking clad thighs.

Spreadeagled beneath him her fingers clawed at his back as he took her, her nether lips clinging limpet like to his manhood as it sawed in and out of her pussy.

"Aaaah.... aaaahhh.... please... no.... not like this Jayson honey... slow down... you're too big."

Despite her pleas she didn't want him to stop. She was being taken like never before, feeling sensations that she hadn't experienced since her days at university, and she loved it.

"I own this white pussy... It's mine now." He leered down at her, completely ignoring her objections as he savagely slammed into her again and again, fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts while she writhed under him.

"Yes baby... Yes, it's yours... whenever you want it."

Madeline could only moan her agreement, surrendering to the ecstasy he was creating in her as he took her. Her hand reaching back over her head to clutch the armrest making it obvious to her husband that she was completely lost to a pleasure she had never experienced with him.

Losing all track of time Maddi felt the flames of ecstasy burst into life as she came hard, her red-painted nails digging into Jayson's biceps when the sensation of sweet release coursed through her body.

"Fuck.... oh fuck, fuck.... I.... I'm cumming... I'm.... cumminggggggggg!"

Shrieking with delight she clung to her lover, her nylon covered legs wrapping over his as she jerked and bucked against him, trying to catch her breath.

"Shit I'm gonna.... cum." The teenager grunted as he kept pounding into her, her creamy ejaculate leaking out around the base of his cock.

"Oh God.... Stop!... Stop honey.... slow down baby... slow down..." She whimpered but made no attempt to get away from him as he took her squirming body over the edge again.

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk!" Shuddering, the waves of sheer pleasure flooding over her, Madeline completely lost control of her body and came again, her second climax rolling into the aftershocks of the first one.

"Yes... yes.... cum for me.... cum inside me." Still writhing in the throes of delight she begged for his finish.

Her desperate plea was too much for the eighteen-year-old and, with a guttural moan of satisfaction, he buried his rock-hard black cock in her one last time.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Oh yes honey.... Yes.... Cum in meeeeeeeeeeee"

Squealing, all she could do was lay back, spreadeagled on the couch, and cum once again when she felt his massive ebony shaft pulse repeatedly inside her, pumping a copious amount of his man cream directly against her cervix.

Breathing hard Jayson eventually succumbed and simply lay on her, his prick still spasming as it dribbled out the last remnants of his seed. It was a minute or two until he was able to ease his now flaccid length out of her and push himself up off her.

Madeline remained motionless, her face flushed and her body still jerking occasionally. With her legs spread wide a large glob of semen oozed out from between her swollen, distended labia and trickled down between her buttocks.

"Ooops... still coming..." She giggled, her body trembling slightly as she continued to feel the aftershocks of having three orgasms in the space of just a few minutes.

Putting his clothes back on Jayson stood wordlessly and switched his gaze between the blonde and her husband.

"I.... err... I hope that I can trust you not to mention this to anyone... no bragging about it?" Jon finally spoke, breaking the silence that had settled over the three of them.

"No, you... you can't say anything Jayson." Madeline added, getting up off the couch, "I'll lose my job if the college finds out."

"I ain't stupid... I ain't gonna go telling anyone..." The teenager snorted as he finished zipping up his jeans.

"Thanks.... I.... I mean we... we really appreciate that." The older man smiled weakly.

"As long as we get to do this again." He looked at Maddi and grinned, "Real soon."

Taken unawares her now contrite husband stammered, "I err... I don't know if... if umm.... my wife would ever let it happen again."

Feeling a jolt of excitement at what the teen had said she glanced contemptuously across at Jon and slipped her arms about the young man's neck, "Ignore him baby, you can have me whenever you want."

"Madeline, you don't...."

She glared at her husband, "I told you right from the start Jon, there's no closing the box now. You started it and I'll finish it."

To emphasise what she had just said Maddi turned her face up towards Jayson's and pulled his mouth down to meet hers in a long lingering open-mouthed kiss.

"Anytime you want honey, remember."

"Don't worry I won't forget." He snickered almost contemptuously, "But I have to go. I have a date tonight."

"Any... anyone I might know." Madeline felt her stomach clench at his words, the sudden surge of jealousy taking her by surprise.

The teenager just grinned and turned away to let a speechless Jon show him to the door. After closing it behind him he hurried back into the living room to find his wife had laid back on the sofa.

With her stockinged legs splayed apart and her pussy gaping open, still oozing cum, she looked up at him smiling smugly, "Was this what you wanted to see?"

Ignoring her question he stared between her thighs, "Did you mean what you said.... about letting him have you whenever he wanted?"

"Isn't that what you think I do anyway Jon? Let other men.... black men, fuck me." She looked at him with an expression bordering on revulsion.

"Yes but...."

She laughed, "Of course I meant it, I'm going to let young Jayson enjoy me any time he wants."

"And me? What about me?" Undoing his pants and pushing them down, along with his underwear, her husband freed his erect cock, breathing heavily as he wrapped his hand around it, stoking along it while he continued to ogle her cum coated sex.

"What about you Jon?" She queried her husband's question, "You've got that little whore from work to take care of you. Give her a call and see if she's free."

"But I need to fuck you.... now." He looked at her imploringly making it obvious to her that he intended to have his way with her if he could and her pulse quickened.

'Had she humbled and humiliated him enough?'

'Would giving him sloppy seconds only demean him further?'

"Are you really that desperate. I'm an absolutely disgusting mess down there." Maddi smiled to herself, taunting him as she made a decision.

He chuckled, expecting her capitulation, "I agree, that's one well used pussy.... but I... I want to have my turn with it."

She could see he was out of his mind with lust as she lay there on the couch, her legs still parted, displaying her gooey slit to him.

"I don't give a flying fuck what you want." She got up off the sofa, "I'm a mess down there and I need to shower before the kids get home."

"Please baby, I don't care about that." He leant in to try to kiss her, his hand running up her inner thigh not caring that it was smeared with a glutinous mix of his wife's juices and Jayson's cum.

"Stop.... now." Maddi went to pull away.

"Christ, you're so fucking wet... how much did he put in you?" Burying his face into her neck he tried to guide her back down onto the sofa.

For a moment she almost surrendered, just as she had done repeatedly for the last eighteen years, but instead she found the resolve to push him away from her.

"If your little tart isn't free I suggest you use your hand.... because you're never putting your dick in me again."

Staring at her in disbelief Jon stood there, lightly pumping his hand along his hard length. He was clearly so turned on by what had happened that the whole thing quickly became too much for him and, after just a handful of strokes he groaned, his body shuddering as he ejaculated.

"Aaaaahhh... shit.... I'm..... aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Several spurts of semen accompanied his groans, the sticky fluids splattering across the parquet floor.

The look of utter revulsion on Madeline's face at her husband's display was an absolute picture and she couldn't help but giggle at his wretchedness, "You know Jon... I think I like being a bad girl."

"I... I.... I don't know what h... happened, cumming like that.... I just couldn't help it."

"It's ok. I understand. Your pathetic little kink of watching me got too much for you didn't it?" She told him almost offhandedly, "I just hope for your sake you last a bit longer with your little slapper."

"I... I'm sorry Mad's.... can't we...."

"We're done Jon. I told you that." Maddi informed him bluntly, "Now wipe up your mess while I go and clean up before the kids get home."

"Oh shit... shit!" Stuffing a hand between her thighs to catch the next gush of cum to trickle out of her she set off for the stairs, leaving her husband to gather up her discarded clothes, as she headed for the shower, desperate to clean herself up.

Standing under the warm water she tried to understand everything that had happened in the last hour or so.

'Was she really finished with her husband?'

'Had her lust for black men returned?'

'Would she really let Jayson have her whenever he wanted?'

Maddi had been convinced about her answers to these concerns earlier but now she began to question herself.

Pushing them aside till later she picked up the shampoo and started to wash her hair...