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Luckily that encounter happened at the end of my work day, and I was on the way out to the garage and home as I’m not sure how I could have sat at my desk and worked after sucking such a fine cock! My mind was confused; I am married and consider myself a responsible adult but what I did with Jeff was somewhat dubious in terms of consent and without a doubt a blatant act of adultery.
But, none of that seemed to matter – and that surprised me. I am a faithful wife, dutiful and caring, but I could see now I had been ignoring the pathetic lover my husband really was, and I was just going through the days – one after another – not even realizing.
Maybe that was not entirely true. The part about me not realizing the dissatisfaction in my marriage – or at least in our sex life – was in fact there; just in the background, and to be honest (now that I think about it), I was very frustrated but lacked the experiences to understand. My encounter with Jeff in the stairwell seem to be the pre-verbal straw-that-broke-the-camels-back opening up that Pandora’s box.
I sat in my car, the engine running, and it did not seem right now that I go back to my routine-life of driving home, making dinner, and tolerating my husbands humping at my cunt until tiny squirts of cum would erupt from his small penis into my nearly lifeless pussy. No, that certainly would not due and so I drove in the opposite direction – towards down town – and as far into the depths of human debauchery I could find!
Of course it didn’t take long – we all know where to go to find that strange we crave – and soon I was walking down a dingy street in the working-class side of town when I saw in the shadows a woman on her knees with her face buried in a man’s crotch. Her head was bobbing back and forth revealing to me the dirty deed she was doing down that alleyway. I stopped in my tracks and stared and could not look away, not even when the woman and man finally saw me standing there and hollered out asking me what the fuck I was doing standing there?
“I want to suck cock too.” I replied, robot like, and advanced towards the two strangers.
“Say what?” The woman managed, removing her face from the man’s crotch, looking more confused than threatened by my advances.
“I said… I want to suck cock too…” and I there I was, getting on my knees as the woman slightly stepped out of the way, giving just enough space for me to lean in and place my lips over his large and throbbing cock-head and I began to pucker and squeeze spit over the smooth spongy skin of the enormous head.
At a distance, the darkness did not allow me to see his skin colour but now in this intimate closeness I could see I was sucking on black cock and I could see the stark differences in this fine piece of black meat compared to my husbands often flaccid and pale little prick. The contrast excited me and without hesitation I gripped that beautiful big black cock and and shoved it all the way back to my throat. The cock’s owner groaned and pushed his meat further down my throat.
“Whoa, you are quite the cock sucker!” The woman growled cupping my head in her hands and encouraged me to keep doing what I was doing.
It all came very natural to me, sucking a huge black cock like that, and it was also the second big prick I had taken that day and so my throat was particularly lose and relaxed. I took that black man’s meat deep up and down, spitting and drooling all over it, the smooth dark skin of his cock slipping incredibly slick past my lips and back in over and over again until I could feel it grow so much more and my eyes watered and my throat gagged as he obviously cared not for my well-being and shoved that monster further down than before. His massive cock started to blow down my throat but then he pulled out and busted everything that was left in his swollen balls all over my pretty white-girl face.
I fell back onto my hands and looked up at him. He was incredibly strong and powerful towering over me like that. He stuck his hand in his front pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and offered it out to the woman and I, not entirely sure who to hand it to.
“No, no that’s not for me…” I said catching on pretty quickly to the illicit deal I had interrupted. I stood up, brushed off my knees and wiped my mouth. I waved my hands away from the fifty and told them both it was my pleasure and walked away – it was probably time I got my cock-sucking ass home and dealt with my disappointing husband once and for all.