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 Rick continues to discover Wendy's recent affairs, and grapples with what
to do next.

   Part 4

   Reading Wendy's account of her romp with Denarius had me rock hard, but
what I read next nearly made me cum in my pants there in the coffee shop.
There were a few short messages to QofSpades telling her of the man she was
seducing, the real estate agent I had caught her fucking the day before. 
Her last message on the site was another long erotic confession, apparently
written last night after I had gone to bed.  It filled in the blanks of
everything I had missed before walking upstairs to find them fucking in our
bed.

   ***

   Wendy put the finishing touches on her makeup and checked herself in the
mirror.  Her outfits were getting sexier.  She had put on a low cut red
silk blouse and the lace of her red bra peeking just above, framing her
cleavage.  Her skirt was the shortest she had ever worn, just barely
covering the red snaps of her garter belt.  She had skipped the panties
this time.  Black stockings and a pair of stilettos completed her outfit.
Just picking the clothes and lingerie out earlier in the week had been fun,
seeing herself in it now was a thrill.

   Malik was to be here any minute, assuming he didn't get cold feet.  She
had a feeling he wouldn't, having seen the way he reacted to the note she
handed to him as he was leaving the neighbor's house the day before.  She
had spent three weeks seducing him, teasing him, and finally inviting him
over to "get to know each other better" with a handwritten note sprayed
with a touch of her perfume.

   Seducing him had been surprisingly easy.  She knew she had to move fast,
real estate moved fast in their part of town.  She didn't want him to sell
the house and move on before she had made her move.  She would watch for
him to drive up to show the house, then wait patiently for the visitors to
leave.  While he was locking up she would make an excuse to be out in the
front yard, usually wearing some sexy running shorts and a tight top, or a
skimpy sundress.  She initiated the conversation the first few times they
chatted, but within a week it was he who was seeking her out, spending a
little more time with each visit, now obviously flirting, his eyes
wandering over her curvy body as they talked.  When she knew she had him
she had handed him a note inviting him over the next day.  She passed it to
him as he was leaving the neighbor's house, telling him to open it after he
was in his car.  The tone of the note and the whiff of perfume left no
doubt as to her intentions.  She walked up to her front door and turned to
see him smelling her letter.  He looked up at her with a smile and a nod,
then drove off.

   She had barely slept the previous night and was a bundle of nerves
waiting for him to arrive.  Her cheating had occurred elsewhere the first
two times, but now she was going to have another man in her own bed,
magnifying the thrill.  She walked downstairs and opened a bottle of wine
and poured herself a glass to calm her nerves.  She was equally nervous
that Malik would cancel or that he would actually show.  She was halfway
through her glass when the doorbell rang.

   She walked to the door and looked out the peephole.  It was Malik, well
dressed as usual in a dark grey business suit.  She opened the door, please
by the look on his face when he saw her outfit.  "Hi Malik, I'm glad you
came.  Please come in."

   "How could I say no." He said as he walked in.  "I don't get invitations
from beautiful women every day."

   She locked the door behind her, and turned to find him facing her.

   "I hope I'm not being presumptuous, but by the looks of your outfit you
didn't invite me over here to talk about selling your house."

   Wendy answered him with her lips, walking up and pulling his head down
to her level, meeting his mouth with hers.  "That should let you know what
I have in mind." She said as when their lips parted.  She led him over to
the couch.  "I'm glad my note didn't scare you away."

   "How could I resist?  I've had lots of married women flirt with me over
the years.  At first I thought you were just another bored housewife tease.
Until you gave me that note, that is."

   "Ever been with a married woman before?" Wendy asked, pouring him some
wine and topping hers off.

   "Only if you count my ex-wife.  Just reassure me that your husband isn't
going to rush in here with a gun."

   "Don't worry about that, he won't be home until well after six.  That
should give us plenty of time don't you think?"

   They kissed again, and this time she felt his hands on her body, feeling
her breasts under the thin silk of her blouse.  Soon his other hand pushed
between her legs, pushing up her skirt.  His hand ran up along her
stockings to her bare thighs, finally finding her exposed wetness.

   "Oh god!" she yelped as he slipped a finger inside and began to work it
gently in and out of her cunt.  She was soon breathing hard with little
moans between each breath as they kissed and fondled on the couch.  She
felt his crotch with her hand, pleased to feel a large and still stiffening
cock.  "Why don't we go to the bedroom?"

   She received no argument in reply.

   She led him upstairs, reflexively smoothing the hem of her skirt down
over her stockings as she did so.  Her skirt stayed there only briefly, as
soon as they entered the bedroom Malik spun her around and lifted it up
over her waist.  He cupped her bare ass in his hands and lifted her up
against him.  She wrapped her legs around him and clung to his neck as they
made out at the foot of the bed.

   He laid her back on the bed and started to undress.  She rolled over,
watching him as he removed his clothing, eagerly anticipating the sight of
his cock bulging under his boxers.  She had been thinking of this for days,
and wasn't disappointed in what she saw.  His was the largest cock she had
ever seen, almost as big as the porn star cocks she had seen on the videos
she watched over the past few months.  "Holy shit that's big!" she squealed
with delight as he walked over towards her.

   "First time with a black man?"

   "First time with one as big as you."

   She took him in her hand and began to stroke, mesmerized at the size. 
Her small hand could not wrap entirely around it.  She began to lick up the
length of his shaft, taking him into her mouth as she reached the tip.  Her
lips felt tight around his shaft, and she felt him against the back of her
throat when she he was just over halfway in.  She gagged a little before
backing off.  Spit poured from her mouth, leaving a string from her lip to
his cock.

   "Think you can take all of that?" Malik teased.

   "Think you can keep from cumming long enough to fuck me?"

   "You shouldn't worry yourself about that!" He said, pushing his dick
back into her mouth before she could retort.

   Wendy began working him deeper into her throat with every stroke, her
gag reflex easing with each pass.  She felt him unsnap her bra and let it
fall free over her shoulders.  He reached down and cupped his hands under
her breasts, gently teasing her rigid nipples as she sucked.  She soon felt
his pubic hair brushing against her nose.  She backed off far enough to
catch her breath and then took him to the hilt, pressing her face against
his groin and working her tongue along the base of his shaft.  Malik
suddenly grabbed her tits more firmly, using them for leverage, and began
to fuck her throat.  The urge to gag suddenly became intense but she was
able to control it.  Saliva poured from her mouth and she began making
guttural noises unlike any she had heard before.

   Suddenly Malik groaned and pushed deep into her throat.  She felt jet
after jet of hot jizz erupting in her throat, and did her best to swallow
and breathe at the same time.  After what seemed like an eternity he backed
out, allowing her to catch her breath and swallow the rest of his load.

   Wendy felt disappointment wash over her, worried that she would not get
to fuck him today as he had already came.  The sight of his cock amazed
her, he was stiff as ever.  "I was worried," She purred "I thought you were
going to be finished before you even fucked me."

   "I told you not to worry.  You're so fuckin hot I could go the rest of
the afternoon.  Now let me see that pretty white pussy of yours."

   Wendy laid back on the bed as Malik climbed on top of her.  Her throat
was sore and her mouth still tasted of his cum, but all she could think
about was having his cock inside of her.  "Fuck me baby, let me feel that
big cock OK?"

   He slid his cock up and down her swollen and eager pussy, teasing her as
be hovered over her.  She could feel it was still moist with her spit and
his seed.  Suddenly she realized that he had not put on a rubber.  In her
haste she had left them in her purse downstairs.  She was about to tell him
to stop while she ran down to get one, but never got a word out.

   Malik pressed the head of his shaft into her wet hole, stretching every
nerve and causing her to let out a squeal.  "Ohh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck!"
She yelped as he pushed deeper inside her, burying himself to the hilt in
one long deliberate thrust.  She was utterly filled, his length pressing
against her cervix and his girth stretching her pussy lips taught.  He
leaned down and kissed her, and she eagerly responded, their tongues
mingling.

   He started fucking her slowly at first, then picked up his pace in time
with her breathing and moaning.  She felt her first orgasm rip through her
and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, pulling him to her as she
came.  When her gasps slowed he rolled over with his cock still deep inside
of her and stood up, lifting her by her ass to fuck her standing up.  He
handled her petite frame easily with his muscular arms, watching himself in
the mirror as they fucked.

   Malik sat back on the bed, pulling her into position over him.  "Your
turn.  I want to see those pretty tits bounce while you fuck me."

   Wendy started to position herself over his cock and suddenly froze,
certain that she had heard the door downstairs open and shut.  There's no
way Rick could be home she thought, but still she could have sworn she
heard the door.

   "What's wrong?" Malik asked.

   Wendy listened carefully, hearing nothing.  "Nothing, just catching my
breath." She relaxed, felt Malik's cock under her, and convinced herself
she had heard nothing.  "Now where were we?" She said as she slid his shaft
back inside her wet hole, sliding down his length until her ass was planted
on his lap.

   "Oh my God, Oh fuck!" she groaned as his shaft slid along her clit.  She
began to ride his cock, feeling her pussy stretch in and out with each
stroke.  The bed creaked under them as she fucked him like a woman
possessed.

   "Oh fuck that's good.  Fuck yeah." Malik said, holding one breast and
watching the other bounce freely as she rode him.

   "Yes baby, yes yes yessssss!" Wendy gasped, feeling another orgasm
beginning to build.  "Give me that big fucking cock baby.  Oh fuck give me
that big black cock!"

   Her eyes wandered from Malik, catching a glimpse of herself in the
mirror across the room.  She turned for a better look, seeing herself
fully. She looked like a total whore, lipstick smeared, lingerie in
disarray, and covered in sweat from the exertion of her fucking.  It was
like an out of body experience, seeing herself that way.  She imagined
others watching her, like a porn star, putting her lust on display for
everyone to see.  For Rick to see.  The thought of him catching her drove
her over the edge and she began to buck harder.  "I'm going to cum baby,
cum for me too OK?  Oh fuck I'm cumming!" Wendy began to shriek with the
most intense climax of her life.  Malik responded, grabbing her tightly by
the ass as he shot load after load of cum deep into her womb.  Sticky cum
leaked down onto her thigh as she continued to ride his shaft, finally
beginning to soften inside of her.  At last she rolled off him and onto her
back, dizzy from the exertion.  Malik's seed oozed from her tender pussy,
feeling hot against her skin as it dripped onto the sheets.

   She lay there catching her breath as the reality of what she had done
sank in.  She had fucked a man in her marital bed, his cum still soaking
into the sheets and probably the mattress underneath.  Where was this
leading?  How was she going to stop now?  She still loved her old life, but
knew she needed this new life too.

   Her head was racing, trying to find a way to keep it all.  Suddenly she
heard it again, a noise like the door downstairs, or at least she thought
it was.  She strained to listen and thought she could hear a car start up
outside, but she could not tell for sure.  "Just nerves." She thought. 
"Just nerves."

   Once again it was Malik who interrupted her thoughts.  He took her left
hand and placed it around his cock.  He was getting hard again, and
stiffened further as she began to stroke him.

   "How about one more go?"

   ***

   I finished the last few sentences feeling flushed with sweat on my
forehead.  They had fucked a second time after I had left, then showered
together before Malik had left.  She closed her message to QofSpades with a
question "What if my husband ever finds out?"



   The last messages from last night:



   QofSpades reply: "You are going to have to tell him eventually.  He will
find out sooner or later.  Besides, he might like it.  My husband does..."



   Wendy: "How did you ever tell him?"



   QofSpades: "Let's meet for lunch tomorrow.  There's a lot I need to tell
you."

   ***
   To Be Continued...