0 comments/ 179428 views/ 32 favorites Only One Night By: Karenkay Mike and I had been married for a few years and he had wanted kids the entire time we've been married. I had resisted his wish for children at first as I was focused on my career more than starting a family. One day I decided I was ready to fulfill his wish. I was going to surprise him by giving him a baby. I secretly went off the pill and used a diaphragm for a few months. Then when I decided it was finally time I made excuses for not having sex until I was ovulating. If you knew how much my husband, Mike loved sex than you would wonder how I kept sex from him for so long. It wasn't an easy task. That night I planned to seduce Mike, reveal my naughty plan and let him, "knock me up." That isn't exactly what happened. I got home from work to find him in a cranky mood. He'd stopped off from work and had a few drinks with a few of his buddies that night. Before I even new what was happening we were having a raging fight about some trivial thing. I was so pissed, my plan was falling apart and I just walked out and slammed the door. I went straight to my friend, Silvia's house. I told her what happened and she convinced me to go out to the bar with her. We got wasted. At one point I was dancing with an attractive black guy named Marc and I had such a good buzz, I did nothing when he started to feel me up. Then we were grinding on the dance floor and I was getting wet. I felt his huge hard black dick rub against me and it sent shivers of delight through my body. I figured at this point that I should leave and looked around for my friend, Silvia. People at the bar said she'd left the bar with a tall slim man a few moments ago. I walked back to our table and found Marc waiting for me to return. I reached across the table to grab my purse when my breasts rubbed against his shoulder stimulating both Marc and I. That's when he reached out and put his large arm around my waist pulling me down closer as he planted his thick black lips onto mine. Somehow we ended up at his apartment and we were making out on his sofa feeling each other up hungrily by his time. I can't really blame it on being drunk. The alcohol definitely made me bolder, but I was horny as hell and deep down I think I wanted my husband Mike to pay for ruining my night. Our kissing became more urgent and I soon realized we had gotten out of our clothes. Marc had me pinned back on the sofa as he climbed on top of my petite body. He began rubbing his wonderful cock up and down my slit sending waves of excitement through my body. I was still not sure if I wanted him to fuck me but I was getting hotter and hotter. My whole body trembled as I lifted my head up just enough so I could see that magnificent black cock sliding along my married white pussy mound. I knew I shouldn't be here with this man. I should be home with my husband enjoying sex with him right now. Marc had my arms up over my head holding me down as his body eased further between my white thighs. I decided to relax and leave it up to him. To my delight he began slowly pushed his big black dick into my pussy. I moaned with pleasure as he methodically worked his cock inside me. When he hit bottom and our pubic bones met, I felt fuller than I had ever been. I felt his cock push against my cervix and squealed with joy. He leaned down and planted his thick black lips onto mine. We passionately kissed as he pulled back out leaving that giant black cock head just inside my tight pussy and lunged forward again. Then he began to fuck me with a steady rhythm moving his huge black cock in and out with expert skill. Each time he pushed against my cervix I felt the most intense wave of pleasure overtake me. Soon he was fucking me faster and harder, continuing to bottom out against my cervix with each stroke. Marc finally released my arms allowing me to hold onto his forearms as he plunged in and out of my tight married pussy. It felt wonderful having such a large thick shaft inside me. Then suddenly my heart skipped a beat as I realized I had not put my diaphragm in. I had been planning on fucking my husband and letting him impregnate me tonight. In my anger and then in the heat of this incredible fuck with Marc I had forgotten. I should have stopped him, but pure pleasure had overtaken my body. As I felt his big black cock stiffen and swell, my pussy was overtaken by more pleasure than I thought possible. My body released into the most incredible orgasm I have ever felt. It seemed to last forever and I was still in the middle of it when I felt Marc begin to blast his potent African seed deep inside my fertile pussy. His huge black cock was pressed hard against my cervix as he shot his thick seed into my fertile pussy. I locked my legs around him and screamed. "Oh yes!... Cum inside me you big handsome black stud!" My body had taken over and it was pure pleasure as I reached down and milked every drop of cum from his huge black ball sack with my thin white fingers. I was suddenly filled with joy over being impregnated by this stranger. Mark finally pulled out leaving a thick trail of cum from the head of his black cock to the entrance of my well used pussy. I tired to move up a little causing my pussy to flutter. It was a loud wet sound mixed with air and Marc's potent cum. He told me to wait while he ran to fetch me a towel. I quickly pressed it against my pussy and hobbled toward his bathroom to wash up. I sat on the toilet listening to Marc's cum drip down into the bowel before I started to pee. I cleaned myself off as best as I could before walking out into the living room to retrieve my clothes that were piled on the floor. I quickly dressed and gave Marc a kiss before writing my phone number down on a little pad of paper. I got hom really late. Mike was still up watching television in our bedroom. I got undressed hoping I had cleaned off all traces of Marc's cum from my body. I crawled into bed giving Mike a wet open mouth kiss. He told me how sorry he was and we hugged before having wild sex that night. Mike wasn't as big as Marc but he was too drunk to even notice the difference of how stretched out my pussy was that night. That was five months ago. My belly is beginning to swell larger each day as I wonder who the father of my baby will be. If it's black, I'll have to explain everything that happen that night to my husband. Marc has called me many times since that night but I keep putting him off until I find out who the father of my baby will be. I can only wait and wonder how Mike will feel if the baby is black. Only One Night This is my first time writing an erotic story. Please feel free to send suggestions. I am considering making this the first segment, and writing a couple more to keep the story going. ***** I want to go back in time, change our trajectories, and follow the path that leads me crashing into you. I want to know what it would feel like for you to take my hand, to kiss me in public, without any thought of others. But in our world there is just us; which is how it has to be. I can relive every moment in our world with clarity. The thoughts repeated over and over until they become permanent fixtures in my memory. Small perfect moments over the course of a decade. I've never been able to fully clear my head of the thought of you. Even when we've gone through periods of lost physical connection - years even - the feeling is still there. It's something that I can't shake, that carries through distance, through time, through life changes for better or worse. Your mouth, your hands, your body's pressure against mine... Even the thought creates a desire in me that has yet to be fully realized. What would it be like to have one night together? In my head it goes like this. I ask you to find a way to have a night out of town, and somehow you manage it. We talk about where to go, what to do with a new-found and short-lived freedom. Recalling old fantasies we decide to drive to the beach. The drive goes faster than we both expect, as we fall into easy conversation. This is one of the things that makes our situation different... Yes, we have an incredible physical attraction, but we also truly enjoy each other's company. You make me laugh, and I feel at ease in your presence. I run my fingers casually up and down your thigh as we drive, feeling the pleasure of being allowed this small act of familiarity. We arrive at a small coastal town and discuss the merits of a beach-front hotel. We decide to keep it simple, and settle on a small place within a few blocks of the ocean. We book our room and both of our minds jump to the same thought... What happens now? Before the gravity of our situation has time to sink in, I voice my suggestion of finding a place to eat. You smile with a bit of relief, as we push the inevitable out a little further. Faced with a dearth of restaurant options, we decide to instead pick up some sandwiches and a bottle of wine at the grocery store. Fighting my bias against screw-top wine bottles, I give in to the convenience of not having to purchase a corkscrew as well. You grab our bag, and we start walking towards the beach. The sun is already starting to set, and although the gathering grey clouds have not yet produced rain, the air holds a chill. I quickly slip my hand into yours, pushing aside the self-conscious thoughts that immediately present themselves. I remind myself that we are different people here, that this is a natural action, and I lightly rub the back of your hand with my thumb to reassure myself. You are real. This is real. We are here in the moment. We sit with our backs against a sun-bleached log, staring out across the expanse of darkening ocean. We are close enough that our shoulders and legs touch, and I lean into you, maximizing the contact. As we unpack our grocery bag, I realize that we forgot to bring glasses for the wine. You chuckle and make a remark about drinking straight from the bottle. Which is what we do. You put your arm around me, lightly squeezing my hip. I lean my head onto your shoulder, close my eyes, and listen to the sound of your breathing mix with the sound of the crashing waves. Back at the hotel room I'm jumping up and down, rubbing my hands together, trying to warm up. You come up to me, fold me into your arms, and slide your hands up the back of my shirt. They are freezing, and I give an unexpected little scream, and push you away. You laugh, pull me close again, and move your hands to the exact same location. I gasp, but remain composed this time. As you run your hands up and down my back they begin to warm, and I lean closer into you. I move my arms up and around your neck, and look up into your face. I hold your gaze, smiling at the thought of nothing in particular, savoring the feeling of your body pressed into mine. You stare back at me and tell me that I'm beautiful. I smile self-consciously, avert my gaze for second, and then look back at you. "Thank you," I say, and for a minute I feel the warmth that those words create. I love to hear them from you. Your head dips slightly, and I raise my face to meet you. Our lips touch softly, and you pull me closer. I exhale quietly and find your mouth again, this time with increased urgency. Your hands run down my sides, coming to rest on my hips. My hands are at the back of your neck; one pulling you closer, and one burrowing into your hair. My mouth opens to you, and you move your hands from my hips up to my arms. You hold them tightly, and I can feel heat moving from your body to mine. With one quick movement you turn me, placing me firmly against the door. I run my hands down your back, find the hem of your shirt, and slide my hands up and inside. I lightly rub your skin as your mouth moves from my lips, to my ear. The heat of your breath, combined with its heightened tempo, makes me moan lightly. You kiss down my neck, sliding your hands down my arms, to my hips. Without pausing, you slide the fingers of one hand under my shirt, running them along the smooth skin of my abdomen. I push you away momentarily, and you take a step back. I smile at you, and without moving my gaze, I lift my shirt up and over my head. You watch it fall to the ground, but do not yet move forward. I wait for you to look at me again, and slowly reach behind my back. I unhook the clasps of my bra, and then slowly slide the straps off of my shoulders, one after the other. I hold it to my chest for a moment, watching your face, and then let it fall away as well. You move towards me, but I hold my hand out and tell you to wait. I smile slightly as I watch you decide whether to listen, or forego my instruction completely. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you raise your hands up in mock surrender. I watch your face as I begin to unbutton my jeans. Your eyes shine with anticipation as you watch me slowly push them to the ground. I step to the side, and your eyes follow my every move. You are looking at my face, watching my expression. I look down at my nearly naked body, and your gaze follows mine. I slide my hands down my hips, catching the fabric of my one remaining item of clothing. As my hands move further down my legs, it does the same. I slowly stand back up, and raise my face to look at you. I'm fully exposed, and I remain motionless as you take in every line and curve. Your eyes say that you want to devour me. You take a step toward me, and I press my back up against the door. The cool wood sends a chill down my naked spine, and I shiver slightly. Your mouth goes straight to my chest, and your hands grasp my waist as you take one of my breasts into your mouth. My fully exposed body stands in stark contrast to your covered skin, but somehow this heightens my arousal. You drop down to your knees, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into you. Your lips move down my abdomen, moving slowly, savoring the taste of my skin. Your hands move from my waist, trailing down, moving behind me. Then your hands and mouth move in one motion, pulling me into you. You free one hand to grab my thigh, lifting my leg up slightly to balance on your shoulder. I press my shoulders against the cold wood of the door and arch my back, using both hands to pull you further between my legs. You start with your tongue on my clit, alternating between flicking gently, and sucking. You bring your hand up to assist, and you moan into me when you feel the warm wetness just below your mouth. You slowly run a single finger around the lips, as you continue to use your tongue on my clit. I quietly moan as you slowly slide a finger inside me. I arch my back further and thrust my hips into you, forcing your finger deeper inside. I feel your body tense, building an urgency that's reactive to mine. Your pace quickens, sliding your finger in and out while using your mouth to bring me to the edge. My hips begin to rock with the movement of your hand, and my breathing becomes quick and shallow. I start to make small sounds that I can't control as the intensity builds. Something like a half moan escapes me as I say your name, arching my back and grabbing your shoulders. I feel like I'm falling and floating at once; my legs become weak and I have to hold you for support. I close my eyes, moan and shudder, finally sliding down to meet you on my knees.