I Should've Stopped it..

My name is Amy. I live in Philadelphia, and I've been having an affair with my husband's friend. I'm not bragging or boasting; I'm just being honest about how it happened and the fact that I should've stopped it, but I didn't. I betrayed my vows, my husband, and my baby, and it felt so good.

I've been married to Eric for seven years. We have a child, a boy, and I love him to death. Well, we both do. I had no complaints. Eric was in tech, doing freelance IT security work with his best friend. They started a company together, which paid REALLY well. I was doing fine as a project manager for Wells Fargo before I got pregnant.

Eric was insistent that I be a stay-at-home mom, and his career allowed him the freedom to work from home and travel, so we spent a lot of time with our newborn joy, Benjamin, in the beginning.

Benjamin's godfather was Elijah, Eric's friend from college. They were frat brothers and had been close ever since. He was Eric's best man at our wedding.

Elijah was Black, six-foot-two, tall, dark, and handsome. I could never understand how he wasn't taken. He took his role as godfather seriously. I knew, God forbid, if anything happened to us, my Benjamin would be in good hands.

I wasn't getting used to my post-pregnancy body. It was rough. I was used to being a size 4. After giving birth, I got all the way up to a size 8. I know that's not huge, but for me, it was.

Thankfully, Elijah was always complimenting me on my "curves." He kept saying...

"You're a woman. You're supposed to have hips."

I would just laugh. Then, one day, he bought me a pair of jeans out of the blue. He said they were made for women shaped like me. I said thanks and didn't think much of it.

Then, one weekend, Eric went out of town on business. I thought Elijah went with him because that's usually what they do. I heard a knock at the door. There Elijah was, standing there smiling. Surprised, I said...

"Didn't you go with Eric?"

"He told me to keep an eye on you and Benny," he replied.

"Plus, you know I love my godson," he said.

"Where is he?" he asked.

"Playing with the set you bought him," I said.

"He really likes it."

He asked me if I liked the jeans.

I told him I hadn't tried them yet.

So he said now was the perfect time. He was taking me and Benjamin to dinner.

It had been so long since I'd been anywhere that I'd damn near forgotten how to put on makeup! When I put those jeans on, I couldn't believe how much my body had changed. My hips and ass were significantly bigger.

As I came out, he was playing with Benjamin. When he saw me, he smiled.

He took us to Olive Garden. We talked, laughed, and talked some more. He convinced me to have some drinks. I noticed the looks we were getting. I knew why: here I was, a white woman with this good-looking Black man and a baby at the table.

"You look real sexy, Amy. Most women don't get hotter AFTER they give birth."

I blushed so goddamn hard. I was embarrassed, but he made me feel so good, and it had been a while.

Eric was working REALLY hard to secure a nest egg for his family, and I respected him for that. But I enjoyed Elijah's company and compliments.

For the next six months, whenever Eric went away on business, Elijah kept me and the baby under his sexy, watchful eye. He regularly came over to the house, and we cooked together. He spent time with Benjamin, and we went out (getting dirty looks from jealous Black women), which made me feel sexy.

After that, Eric was home more. He said he'd closed out a big deal and that their business would provide a steady stream of money, so he wouldn't have to travel as much, if ever. That was good. He'd missed seeing his son every day.

Elijah still came by, though not as much. He would take Benjamin off our hands so Eric and I could have some alone time, which I enjoyed. But I missed my time with Elijah.

Then, one night at a dinner party, I was changing Benjamin in the guest room when Elijah came in, put his arm around me, and said:

"So beautiful."

"I know he is, isn't he?" I replied.

He responded, "I'm talking about his mom."

I started blushing again. Then he said something that changed everything. He said, "I gotta find a way to keep Eric busy."

"Why?" I asked.

"So I can spend more time with you," he said as he ran his hand down my back.

It sent chills down my spine. I just looked at him, stunned, not knowing what to say. I should have stopped it then, but I didn't.

That weekend, they worked on another project together. Elijah ended up staying over. They decided to go out afterward, and they came home after midnight. Eric was drunk (he could never hold his liquor). Elijah helped him into bed and went into the room I'd prepared for him.

I heard the door close and felt a hand under my gown. I turned around, and he kissed me.

"You're drunk," I said. "Stop."

"No, I'm not," he replied.

He kissed me again. I tried to push him away (halfheartedly).

"Eric," I mumbled between his lips.

"He's asleep. I made sure I got him wasted."

"Why?" I whispered, as if I didn't already know.

"So I can fuck you, Amy."

I looked into his light-brown eyes. I should've stopped it, but I didn't.

He threw me on the bed, slid my panties off before I could stop him, and buried his face in my pussy. I'd NEVER been eaten out before; Eric never did it. I loved it as he squeezed my tits, which had grown to a full 32C. The next thing I knew, he was sucking on them so hard.

Then he unzipped his pants, and I saw it... a big Black cock with veins bulging out. I tried to escape his grasp, but he pulled me back into him, licked his fingers, threw my legs back, and went balls-deep into me.

I gasped... I couldn't catch my breath. He was so deep, his stroke so long, that I was gasping every time he entered me. My husband had never penetrated me this deep. I could feel all the muscles in his back as I held on for dear life.

Then he turned over with me on top, held my ass firmly, and started thrusting his hips upward into me. I started cumming hard. In my mind, I was thinking that any second Eric was going to hear us and bust through the door. But that thought was erased from my memory as quickly as I had it, because of the mind-numbing orgasm ripping through me.

I was barely conscious at this point. Then he kissed me so deeply, and he said:

"I'm not gonna make it."

I felt his cock inside me speeding up. I knew he was gonna cum.

"I'm on the pill!!!!" I screamed.

Then he kissed me again and blew everything he had into me. I felt all of it. He spent the next five minutes grinding his cock in me, looking for any available space to fill with his dick.

Afterward, I just lay there in a cum coma. He was standing over me, sweaty (still hard), looking like a Black god.

"I need you, Amy," he said, panting...

"We have to figure something out."

That morning, I acted like nothing had happened. When Elijah said he'd ordered breakfast for everyone, Eric, assuming he was being thoughtful, said the least he could do was pick it up.

I knew what he was doing: getting my husband out of the way so he could fuck me.

I was in the kitchen feeding Benjamin when Eric left. Elijah walked over to me, picked up Benjamin, took him into his room, rocked him to sleep, and put him in his crib, safe and sound.

I couldn't escape him. We were alone in the house. As he walked toward me, I could see the bulge in his pants. It looked like his cock was gonna rip through them.

He was looking at me like I was prey, like a lion getting ready to pounce on its prey. He grabbed me, kissed me, then turned me around and fucked me over the sink.

I could take him better this time. He took my body for his pleasure as the sound of my ass cheeks rippling vibrated through the house.

It took Eric 43 minutes to get back. By that time, Elijah had shoved his cock in all my holes for the second time in less than 24 hours.

That day was five years ago. I never stopped fucking him. I can't. I want to, but I can't. I need him inside me. I can't help it.

There are days, like yesterday, when I just suck his big Black cock and watch him moan with pleasure, and days like today, when I want him to take me and have his way with me (and he does).

We are as careful as we can be, for Eric and for Benjamin, who's turning six soon. Benjamin loves his "Uncle E," and I love him, too. I've told him that, and every time I tell him that, he kisses me like he owns me (he does).

Whenever I tell my husband I'm going "shopping" or "need some time to myself," I'm with Elijah, getting my insides rearranged, because it's what I need from him.

I've sucked him off in the parking lot at Whole Foods and fucked him in the fitting rooms at Victoria's Secret. I'm his plaything, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sometimes, though, when I'm lying in bed with Eric, thinking about what a good husband and father he is, I wish I would've stopped things between Elijah and me. But then I think of his dark-skinned muscles and his big dick, and I say...

"No fucking way..."