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 Part 2

   Wendy climbed into bed about an hour after Rick had turned in for the
night, her heart still racing a little.  This was not the first day she had
fucked around, but it was the first time she had done so in their home. 
She had worried that Rick would see something amiss in the house when he
got back from work, but he seemed to be acting normally.  A little stressed
from a long day, but not suspicious.  She had been meticulous about
cleaning the house after Marc left, even going so far as to take the empty
wine bottle to the recycling station near her kids' school when she went to
pick them up.  Still, a stray scent, a piece of paper that fell out of a
pocket, there was always a risk she would miss something.  She was relieved
when he had texted her to say he was staying late at the office.  It had
taken her longer than anticipated to get Marc out of the house, he seemed
to have been hoping for a round two but there just wasn't time.  She barely
had time to throw the sheets in the wash before heading out to pick up the
kids.  She also needed to dry them, make the bed, and check the house over
for any signs of their indiscretions.  She also needed a shower.  March
must have shot a cupful of sperm inside her, as it had continued to ooze
out on her panties for an hour after they finished.  She had not intended
to go bareback, but things had gone so fast today that she had skipped
going out to her car to get the condoms.  It was far too risky to keep them
in the house.  Just going in to buy them a few months back had taken a ton
of courage.  The risk of someone she knew seeing her and wondering why a
married woman was buying rubbers had caused her to drive to a pharmacy
halfway across town.

   The risk is part of the fun, she thought.  The sex today had been raw
and intense, she had came twice, and the added thrill of doing it on the
sly was what had pushed her over the edge that second time.  She remembered
looking in the mirror and seeing herself, a beautiful married woman,
dressed like a whore and riding a black stranger's cock.  The thought of
her husband seeing that sight had pushed her to orgasm.  Doing it bareback
had helped as well.  She was on the pill, but still, those things weren't
foolproof.  It had felt so good though, the natural touch of skin, and the
indescribable feeling of taking a man's seed inside.  She would have a hard
time going back to condoms after today.  She had used them the three other
times she had cheated, and the sex was still good, especially her first.

   She thought about the day that she had first broken her vows, the
memories flooding back like scenes from a movie.  The buildup to her first
affair had been going on for months, yet she had nearly backed out at the
last second.  She had pulled into the parking lot of the Hilton and just
sat there for ten minutes, steeling her nerves.  Her lover whom she had met
online, and only spoken to a few times, was waiting for her inside.  He had
texted her his room number about an hour ago, and would soon begin to
wonder if she was going to show up at all.  So many things were wrong with
what was about to do, yet she ultimately could not resist her desires.  She
opened the car door to get out, then paused to remove her wedding ring. 
She shivered as the ring slid off her finger.  It was the first time in
years that she had ventured out without it on her hand.

   She placed the ring in the glove box and started to get out again, then
realized with a start that she had nearly forgotten the condoms she had
gone to so much trouble to buy.  She thought Tony might have some, but had
not discussed this him and did not want to take any chances.  She opened
the box and took one out to put in her purse.  She paused and for good
measure took out another two.  Just in case.  She locked the car behind her
and walked towards the hotel with her heart pounding.

   She had found Tony on an internet dating site for married people who
were looking for affairs.  She saw a news story about the site one morning
as she was having breakfast, and watched with amusement at the manufactured
outrage of the news crew as they discussed the damage this website was
doing to marriage.  She had barely paid attention to the story at the time,
but for some reason she kept thinking of the website over the next few
days. Her relationship with Rick had grown distant.  She still loved him
deeply, but there was little thrill left in their marriage.  Sex was
practically absent.  They had gotten to where they could not even discuss
the matter without fighting.  She had been thinking about sex a lot and she
wondered how many other women and men in her situation were on that site.
One day while the kids were at school and Rick was at work she looked up
the website, just to take a look, or so she told herself.

   She made an account on the site, but did not upload any pictures.  She
did browse through a lot of profiles that day, losing track of time.  She
glanced at the clock and saw that she was late to pick up the kids.  She
quickly logged off, swearing she would come back and delete the account the
next day.  The following morning she went to the computer intending to do
just that, but instead found herself poring over more profiles.  The sheer
number of married people looking to cheat and of single and married men
eager to meet married women made her head spin.  Rather than delete the
account, she uploaded a picture of herself, looking sexy in a red dress she
had worn at a party last year, and made her profile public.

   This was on a Friday, and by the time she was able to check back on
Monday there were over twenty messages in her inbox.  She read through them
one at a time, feeling a twinge of guilt at this first step down the road
to infidelity.  The last message she came to was from Tony.  He listed
himself as a single male looking to meet attached women, no strings
attached.  He left her the best message of the bunch, just suggestive
enough to arouse her senses but not vulgar.  He was athletic and very
attractive, if the picture was really him.  And he was black.  This last
bit was what intrigued her the most.  When she had browsed profiles the
past week there were hardly any listings from black men, yet this one had
found her.  She had not expected that, but this was just internet chat, and
he was the most interesting of the group.  She clicked reply and sent him a
flirty message back.

   They had messaged each other once or twice per day over the next few
weeks, the messages becoming increasingly suggestive as time went on.  He
had asked her for some more pictures, sexier and more revealing, and she
had eagerly obliged.  It was good to be desired again.  She took several
snapshots of her in a bra and panties with a digital camera as she posed in
the bathroom mirror.  She felt no inhibitions, as this was online only, and
had no guilt.  Just fantasy, not cheating, she thought.  The reply she got
from the pictures changed all that.

   In their previous messages she had learned that Tony lived in LA but
traveled to Houston frequently for work.  This message said he would be
coming in to town the following week and wanted her to meet him, at his
hotel.  She had never dated a black man before, not for any specific
reason, the thought had never even crossed her mind.  She had grown up in a
fairly affluent suburb and gone to a mostly white private school, and had
started dating Rick soon after entering college.  The possibility was just
one that she had never had to consider, until now.

   She quickly typed in a polite reply telling him no, and asking to keep
their "affair" virtual, but found herself suddenly unable to click Send. 
Was she really considering this?  Her palms started to sweat a little, and
her mouth felt dry.  She deleted the message and typed "Let me think about
it, OK?" and then hit send.  By the time he replied later that day saying
she could take her time deciding, her mind was already made up.  She wrote
him back this time to say yes, and had left her cell number.

   She had been jumpy that night; worried that Tony would call and Rick
would answer her phone.  She was even jumpier now as she exited the
elevator on the 22nd floor of the hotel and turned to walk towards Tony's
room.  She had needlessly worried about being confronted by the hotel
staff, having had a nightmare the previous evening about being mistaken for
an escort.  They had merely smiled and said good day as she walked in.  She
was wearing a pink dress that was a bit too revealing for a work dress but
was by no means trashy.  Underneath she wore the lingerie that she had
modeled in the pics she sent to Tony.  It was his request to see her in
them for real.  Her nipples stiffened as she considered that a man other
than her husband would soon see her take those off.  She reached his door,
realizing it was her last chance to call it all off, and quickly knocked
before she could lose her nerve.

   He opened the door, greeting her with a smile.  He was taller than his
pictures gave him credit for, at least six feet, and every bit as handsome
as she had seen in the pics.

   "I'm glad you came Wendy.  I was starting to worry that you had backed
out."

   He led her in, putting on the Do Not Disturb sign and closing the door.
She jumped a little when he threw the latch.  They had talked quite a bit
over the phone setting up their rendezvous, and Wendy assumed they would
just sit and chat for a while.  Tony surprised her by turning around and
gently pulling her close.  "You look amazing." he said, and they began to
kiss.  She had been anticipating this moment eagerly, but had not expected
it to happen so fast.  She kissed timidly at first, but with increasing
passion as her hesitation faded and her lust deepened.

   She felt his large hands begin to explore her body, working down the
small of her back, then to her ass, pulling her in tight.  They continued
to kiss as he worked his hand slowly up her side, teasing her as it made
its way to her breast.  He massaged her through the fabric of her dress and
bra, causing her nipples to perk up.  She gasped at this, then said in a
near whisper in his ear.  "That feels so good.  Please keep going." With
his other hand he pulled her leg up and around his side.  Her crotch was
now rubbing against his thigh, and she felt dampness begin to soak into her
panties.

   Now that he had her Tony proceeded more slowly.  Their tongues danced in
each others mouth, and his hands worked their way over her body, sampling
every curve.  After awhile he pulled back, looking into her eyes.  "This is
all I've been thinking about since you sent me those pictures.  I couldn't
help but kiss you as soon as you walked in.  I hope I'm not moving too fast
for you."

   Wendy took a step back and pulled the straps of her dress over her
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.  She stood there wearing only her
bra, panties, and a pair of heels, looking at the man with whom she was
about to break her wedding vows.  She had not had sex in over a year, and
had not been with anyone other than her husband in nearly ten years.  She
was doing her best not to tremble with anticipation.  The fact that this
was so taboo, her married, him black, made this much more than just sex. 
Her whole life was about to change permanently.

   "Just be gentle, OK?  I haven't done this in a while."

   She walked back to him and they began kissing again.  This time she
began to unbutton his shirt, pushing it open to reveal his hairless,
muscular chest.  She kissed one nipple, then the other, liking the way it
made him squirm a little when she did.  She grasped his crotch as she
licked, rubbing his cock through his pants.

   She surprised herself by what she did next, dropping to her knees and
unbuttoning his pants.  She had not thought herself to be capable of being
this aggressive.  She unzipped his pants and reached in to pull his cock
free.  She stroked the shaft with her hand, watching it continue to grow as
she did.  She was mesmerized by the sight of her pale skin wrapped around
his dark black cock.  He was big, but not huge, much to her relief.  She
had heard all the stereotypes, figuring they were mostly exaggerations, but
was sure that there must be a grain of truth.

   She tried to remember the last time she had given Rick a blowjob, it had
been years at least.  She began to kiss the head and shaft, feeling his hot
flesh against her lips and tongue, and tasting the salty pre-cum that had
began to glisten at the tip.  She licked slowly up the bottom of his shaft,
and this time took him into her mouth.  She worked up and down the shaft as
far as she could go, feeling him near the back of her throat with each
stroke.  He was now rock hard, and she felt every ridge and vein with her
tongue and lips.  He had unsnapped her bra as she blew him, allowing her
C-cup breasts to swing free.  Tony had his fingers laced into her long
blonde hair, gently pushing himself a little deeper with each stroke.  She
felt him starting to breathe harder and tighten up and knew that he would
cum soon if she kept going.

   She pulled him out of her mouth but continued stroking him slowly with
her hand.  "Fuck me before you come, OK?" She stood and led him over to the
bed, still stroking his cock.  She fished a condom out of her purse,
tearing the package open with her teeth.  She put it over the tip of her
tongue and rolled it down over his shaft with her lips.  He did not
protest. It was a trick she had learned her freshman year in college, and
seemed to be the best way to get a guy to actually put a rubber on.

   Tony leaned over and they kissed again as he pushed her to where she was
lying on her back.  He worked his way down her body, pausing to gently lick
each nipple, then her navel, and finally working his fingers inside the
elastic of her panties.  She lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him to
slide them off.  He tossed them to the side and climbed back between her
legs.  She spread wide to accommodate him, and soon felt him enter her. 
She was tight but soaking wet, and the lubrication allowed him to enter her
with only a little twinge of pain.  She wrapped her legs around his waist
as he began fucking her in long steady strokes.  The pain quickly faded,
replaced with a feeling of fullness and pleasure.

   Wendy looked up at the man fucking her as if in a dream.  A stranger
whom she had only met in person a few minutes ago was now deep inside her,
touching in places meant only for her husband.  It felt so damn good, to be
wanted, to be penetrated, having his dark figure press her down into the
bed with every thrust.  Sweat began to bead on his dark black skin as his
pace quickened.  A long dormant sensation began to build, slowly at first
but with a quickening pace.  Suddenly he sat back, pulling her ass up from
the bed and arching her back.  The shaft of his penis was now pressed
firmly against her clit as he fucked her from a sitting position.  Her body
began to shudder with her first orgasm in years, catching her a little by
surprise.  She dug her nails into the sheets and bit her lower lip as waves
of pleasure washed through her body.  Tony continued fucking, keeping her
at peak until cumming himself, collapsing forward on her with his dick
still firmly inside.

   They laid there, flesh entwined, as he slowly softened within her.  When
he finally pulled out to remove the cum filled condom she felt a sense of
emptiness, a hollow space already longing to be filled again.  He went to
throw the used rubber in the toilet and returned to bed with her.  She
wrapped her leg around his and began to run her fingers aimlessly up and
down his chest and abs, enjoying the feel of his smooth moist skin.  They
lay there for the next half hour, talking little and not really needing to.
She glanced at the clock and saw that she still had three hours before she
would have to be home.  She wanted to have him another time.  She did not
know when she would get the nerve to do something like this again.

   She worked her hand down to his soft cock and began to slowly massage
it. She leaned over to kiss his ear, his chest, and finally his mouth as
she did so.  He responded almost immediately, growing firm in her hand. 
She slid down in the bed and took him in her mouth, bringing him fully
erect with her tongue, loving the way he squirmed underneath her.  She
looked up at him with her deep blue eyes, holding his gaze as she bobbed up
and down on his shaft.  She wondered what it must look like to him, her red
lips wrapped around his black shaft, her milky white tits swaying in the
background.  She found herself wishing for a mirror in the room, wanting
this experience from all angles.  She thought she could do this the rest of
the afternoon, but her jaw began to get a little sore and other parts of
her body were crying out for attention.

   Wendy sat up and moved to straddle herself over his rigid shaft.  She
grabbed his cock and nearly had it in her slit when she realized she had
forgotten to get another rubber.  She had been off the pill for about six
months, seeing no point in taking it since she and Rick were not having
sex. She had only restarted about two weeks ago, in anticipation of today's
meeting with Tony, and was not sure if they would be effective yet.  She
was taking no chances with this, and shuddered to think how close she had
come to fucking Tony bareback.  She got up to grab her purse and retrieve
the second rubber.  Tony protested briefly, but reluctantly agreed so long
as she put it on the same way she had earlier.  She agreed, and soon was
poised back above his shaft.

   She lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it slide slowly inside of her
until her ass was resting on his balls, his tightly curled pubic hair
tickling the inside of her thigh.  She sat there for a while, enjoying the
feeling of fullness again, before starting to ride up and down his shaft.
She lost track of time, fucking this way until she found herself sweating
and breathing hard from the exertion.  She wanted to see him cum from on
top, and had to finish him off soon.  She began to thrust her hips from
front to back, rubbing her pubic bone across his shaft with each stroke. 
This had always made Rick cum almost instantly in the past, and she saw
that the effect was nearly the same with Tony.  He pulled her down on him,
wrapping his hands around her hips, and began thrusting from below for the
last few strokes before he shot his second load.

   Wendy rolled off him and onto her back, catching her breath.  She had
not came this time, but was fulfilled nonetheless.  Sadly there would be no
more sex that day.  They had chatted a while in bed, then showered
together, exploring each other's wet soapy bodies.  It soon became apparent
that Tony would not be up for round three until it was too late, she now
had just under an hour to get home, change, and get to her kids' school.

   She dried off and dressed, feeling like a college girl about to do the
walk of shame from the frat house.  She had certainly been there before. 
They said their goodbyes, promising to meet again the next time he was in
town.

   Some sort of spell broke when she exited Tony's hotel room.  Walking
down the hall she passed a young couple, and somehow felt like every eye
was on her, somehow knowing the deeds she had just committed.  By the time
the elevator reached the lobby all she could think about was making it to
her car, and hoping no one would see her.  She almost trotted across the
lobby, not wanting to make eye contact, and made her way to her car as fast
as she could go without running.  As bad as their sex life had become, she
realized how important her marriage was to her.  She would be devastated if
Rick ever found out and divorced her, and for something like this he could
probably convince a judge to give him the kids as well.

   She drove home that day with conflict raging within.  The empty feeling
had not returned, but somehow she knew it soon would.  The thrill of
fucking a strange man, a strange black man, was more than she could have
imagined.  She had not had the willpower to resist before she knew what it
felt like, and now there would be no going back.  She did not want to lose
the man that she still loved, but knew she would eventually feel the
emptiness again, and would find a way to fill it.

   ***

   She felt sleep coming on as the final memories of that day with Tony
played in her mind.  As she drifted off to a fitful sleep her thoughts were
the same as in the car that day.  She wanted it all, her marriage and her
new sex life, resenting the precious few couples that could find both of
those things in the same relationship.  She was resigned to the fact that
those two desires were incompatible for her, and would eventually collide
with tragic consequences.