13 comments/ 121666 views/ 17 favorites The Neighbor's Wife Ch. 02 By: likawriter Tyrone stood there looking at himself in the mirror, with his pants still around his ankles and his softening penis still wet with her saliva. A little shaken at what just happened, he closed his eyes and tried to gather himself. Although the encounter with Diane had taken just a few minutes, and hadn't involved intercourse, it was still the most intense sexual experience of his life. Glimpses of her beauty and passion still ran through his head, and he could feel and smell her, as if she were still there with him. He remembered every sound she made just moments ago, while performing fellatio on him right there in the upstairs bathroom, with party guests just a floor below. "What an incredible woman," he thought, as he leaned back and rested his head against the wall. "Whatever the hell happens, I'll be there to meet her at midnight." * * * Diane paused, as she closed the bathroom door behind her. With Tyrone just on the other side, it took every bit of self-control she could muster not to return to him, and to do that for which they both hungered. The attraction she felt to this incredibly handsome, black stranger was as strong as anything she had ever felt. His rugged looks. The gentle power of his arms and hands. His wonderfully masculine smells. "And yes, that gorgeous cock of his," she murmured to herself, closing her eyes and imagining it in her mouth, once more. She knew though, her absence from the party downstairs would become suspect if she were away much longer. So for now, she would need to return as if nothing had happened. As she descended the stairs, her eyes moved about the room, taking note of those aware of her return. She was lucky. Her husband Larry was still drinking heavily, and spinning his tales for anyone that would still listen. Nobody else seemed to be paying undue attention to her. "Not bad. Not bad at all," she said to herself, a little smugly. Just then, as she took the final step down the staircase, she noticed the all to knowing glare of Tricia Hawkins, one of her neighbors. "Shit! What the hell is that look all about?" she asked herself. But she knew all to well. It was a look that said, "I know where you've been, and I've got a pretty damn good idea what you've been doing." "That snotty shit. Why didn't I just break her nose when I had the chance?" she wondered, thinking back to their recent game of racquetball. Diane had never much cared for Tricia, pegging her as one of those women just out to get whatever she could gather, for herself. Her husband Frank seemed nice enough, but she was not one to be trusted. Plus, she just had a big mouth. Always blabbing out anything and everything that came across her limited brain. "And now, she's on to me. GREAT!!" Then she noticed the bitch looking back up the stairs, and then straight back at her. Tricia smiled devilishly, then turned, and walked away. Just then, Diane caught the figure at the top of stairs, out the corner of her eye. She couldn't keep herself from turning to look at him. He was coming down slowly, looking the room over for her, and then allowing just the slightest hint of a smile, once their eyes met. Although his gaze was brief, she could see a strange mix of innocence, and unshielded desire in his eyes. He then straightened himself, and resumed the masquerade. "My God, what a darling," she sighed under her breath, as her eyes continued to follow him, not really caring if anyone noticed. "That's the bottom line. I don't care what she thinks she knows, that bitch! Or anyone else, for that matter. Just as soon as that moron husband of mine drifts off to sleep, I'll be with him. And to hell with the rest of them." * * * As the night wore on, Tyrone kept an eye on three things; Diane, or course. Her drunken husband. And his watch. He had also become increasingly aware of frequent looks coming his way, from one of the female party guests. Strange, unfamiliar looks, that seemed to imply, "I know something that you don't." He took note that she was a pretty woman, but found her loud nature and overly generous laughter somewhat of a turn-off. But the looks continued, and so he decided to investigate, as he worked his way toward her through the thinning crowd. Taking advantage of a rare moment when she was standing alone, he stepped up and offered, "Hi, I'm Tyrone. Who might you be?" "Well Tyrone, I might be Tricia," smiling the same smile he had been noticing. "Good to meet you, Tricia," he said remaining polite, even though that smile was starting to irritate him. "You a neighbor?" "Oh yeah, I'm just one of the gang," she giggled, in a much too familiar way for having just met him. He wondered again what was going on with this woman, and as was his style, he decided to just ask, "I'm sorry, but you seem to want to tell me something. I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it. Tell me, am I imagining things?" "Who me? What could I know? No, don't know a thing," she said tauntingly. "I've just been standing here enjoying the party. Wonderful place, don't ya think? I hear the upstairs is as nice as the down. In fact, from what I understand, there was one hell of a party going on up there a while ago." "Really?" he inquired stone-faced, not giving her anything. "First hand knowledge, or is this just hearsay?" "Well, I wasn't a participant, regretfully. But my sources are about as solid as they come," she assured him. "Really sorry I wasn't there though, because one of the guys I saw heading that way, was a real dream. If he decides to have another go at it, I kind of hope he would invite some new guests, if you know what I mean?" She searched his face for any sign her suggestion had registered. But he was up to the task, and answered her purposely vague. "Well, you just never know how these things will work out, now do you?" trying his best to duplicate her smile. Just then, he noticed that the party was beginning to break up, as people were making their way to the door. Diane, and her drunken husband were among them. He was still telling some of the same stale jokes, everyone had heard earlier. Tyrone's only interest in him was his remarkable wife. And his desire to make eye contact with her, once more. As he did, he noticed just a hint of concern in her eye. And then, she was out the door. Turning back to Tricia, and her damn hyena smile, he knew precisely the source of her concern. * * * Diane had been nudging Larry towards the front door for what seemed like an eternity, but he wouldn't stop telling his drunken jokes. How much longer can this go on, she wondered. It was so hard for her to act interested in him, or anyone else that was part of the conversation. Her thoughts continued to be consumed by Tyrone. The longing she had felt for years, had blossomed this night, into a full-blown, lustful need. But there was more than that. There was something about this dark stranger's nature that put her totally at ease and awoke every fiber of her being, all at the same time. Suddenly, she noticed Tyrone in the corner, talking to that bitch, Tricia. "Well, I can just imagine what she is saying, and the game she is playing with him. But I bet my Mr. Smooth is an able match for her shit," she laughed, and assured herself. She watched the two of them closely, for any clue as to what was being said. Finally, they were at the door, and Diane was trying to catch his eye one last time, without being too obvious. "There! There it is!" she beamed, as Tyrone turned his attention from Tricia, to her. And just in time. Once again, she saw the hunger in his eyes, for her. She could literally feel it. While walking out of her neighbor's house, and while she continued to say her goodbyes, she thought only of the two of them together, naked. * * * At this point, Tyrone had all of Tricia that he wanted. "Screw this woman, and her fucking innuendo. There is a real woman, an unbelievable woman, waiting for me," he reminded himself. It was time for his get-away. "Well Tricia, it's been nice. But if you'll excuse me, it's getting late." "Yeah, sure," she started. "Now you call me, if you hear of any good parties going on. Sometimes the good ones don't even crank up till around midnight, ya know." "OK, yeah. Sure," he answered, wondering to himself where she was going with this. "Yeah, wouldn't surprise me if some of these people were leaving this party, and going straight to another," she told him with that knowing smile. And then she added, "Those are the parties where things get wild, and you never know who ends up with whom. Great fun, but makes for some nasty rumors." "Guess I've missed out on those up till now," he told her. "But who knows, maybe I'll get lucky before too long." He smiled at her while turning away, but wondered, "What is it exactly that this bitch wants? Sex? Trouble? Scandal?" Maybe all three, he feared. * * * "Well, wouldn't you just know it? This drunken-ass clown is feeling frisky tonight!" Diane cursed to herself, after Larry felt up her bottom as she was helping him through their back door. "God please don't let him touch me again. I can't be responsible for what happens next, if he does." She directed him through the kitchen and down the hall, towards the bedroom. When he noticed where they were headed, he just couldn't help himself. "Taking me to bed in order to take advantage of me, diaries?" he teased her, laughing that same stupid laugh she had been hearing all night. "Jesus, I think I'm going to throw up the next time he says something like that," she said, once again to herself. "Get him in bed, and rub his neck and shoulders. That'll do the trick. He won't last long, once I start that." And sure enough, within five minutes the drunken fool was snoring, totally oblivious to the world, and to what his beautiful, redheaded wife was about to do. Diane looked at the clock. Five minutes till midnight. "I should go. He may be there already." She looked out the back window to see if she could see Tyrone. And then back at the clock. "A quick shower," she thought. "I can still smell Larry on me, for Christ's sake. Just a quick shower. Surely he would wait for me." * * * Tyrone stepped out into the midnight air. He looked up the street to his left. Then to the right. Now what? He didn't even know which side she lived on. "DAMN!! Oh yeah....oak tree. There's an oak tree in the back yard," he said, calming himself. He scanned above both of the houses on either side of Tom and Sue's place. "There it is! That has to be it!" as he spotted the huge tree towering above the one on the right. But that was for later. "Right now, I have to appear to be leaving the neighborhood." The difficulty of his situation began to sink in. He had been so pre-occupied with Diane and their planned rendezvous; he hadn't stopped to consider how he would go about pulling it off. First, he couldn't hardly go up and knock on the door and ask for her. Second, even if he could, there was the matter of his car, and what to do with it. He couldn't just leave it parked here for anyone to see. And third, assuming he ditches the car somewhere else, which basically leaves him walking back. "A black man, in this neighborhood, after midnight....might not be the best of plans," he chuckled to himself, amused by the Catch 22 nature of his situation. "Well, it may not be the best idea, but it's the only one I got," he determined. He pulled the car away from the curb, and began looking for an inconspicuous place to park it. He located one, about three blocks over, on a dead-end street where several other cars were parked. Tyrone looked in his rearview mirror. Nothing. He looked ahead, and then scanned the houses on both sides of the street. Again nothing. Nobody, no movement. He hitched up his courage and opened the door. "It's now, or never," he told himself, as he started the considerable walk back to Diane. He made it back to the cross street which he had turned off of, but while making the corner, he noticed what appeared to be two police cars, stopped, facing opposite directions. "Well crap! Wouldn't you just frigid know it?" Right then, for just a moment, he considered calling it off and heading back to his car. Then he thought of her. And how she smelled. How she felt to his touch. He regained his courage, as he noticed the two cars appeared to be at least two blocks on the other side of her street. "Can they see me? Are they even looking this way?" He was also in a dimly lit section of the street, and so decided that his presence had gone unnoticed, at least to this point. He was willing to chance it, anyway. He had slowed his pace upon seeing them, hoping to remain in the shadows a bit longer. "I'm sure they have stopped to talk. Maybe they will move on soon," he whispered, hopefully. He continued his slow pace, but was quickly approaching the next street, and which was very well lit. Slowing practically to a crawl, he was desperately trying to decide the right course of action. He thought it best not to walk into the light, and so, came to a complete stop just at the edge of the shadows. Standing there, he looked quickly around at the houses to see if anybody were there. He saw no one, but was very uncomfortable standing there in a predominantly white neighborhood after midnight, with two patrol cars in sight. He still had no idea if they were aware of him, or not. He started to formulate a plan in his head, just in case the worst were to happen. "If they see me, I'll tell them my car broke down as I was leaving the party, and I'm walking back to my friend's house for help. Yeah, that'll work." He glanced at his watch. "Twelve-fifteen. Shit! I have to get moving. She's waiting, I know." * * * Diane toweled herself quickly. She peered through the bathroom curtains, straining her eyes to see if he was there, underneath the big oak. It was just too dark, though. She reached for her watch, and noticed it was about a quarter past midnight. She knew she needed to hurry, but as she caught a glimpse of her nakedness in the mirror, she started to think about them together, again. As her mind wandered back to the upstairs bathroom, she had to resist an urge to touch herself. Instead, she put on just a hint of perfume, and pulled her favorite babydoll over her head. No panties. She took one more quick look in the mirror, turning to see how much of her ass showed beneath the nightie. She suddenly imagined his hands there, and immediately felt a wetness forming at the lips of her vagina. "My God, girl," she said, shaking her head, amazed by her own desires. She wrapped her white silk gown around her, and headed for the backdoor. * * * Just as Tyrone was about to step into the light from the corner street lamp, he noticed one of the police cars starting to pull away, slowly. And then the other. "Alright!!!" he exclaimed. "But wait, what if they've spotted me and are coming this way?" His heart raced, as he watched the first car continue on its present course, and then on out of sight. "That's one. Thank God!" He continued to watch the second squad car, as it pulled away, much slower than the first. He was still in the shadows, not wanting to brave the light until the second one moved on, as well. Finally, it made a turn onto the same street he was on, but in the opposite direction. Then the car made another turn, and was soon out of view. "OK, let's go. Make it fast, man. This may not be over yet," he told himself, as he began walking briskly along the sidewalk, fighting the urge to run. Within a minute he was coming up to Diane's street, approaching the corner house. After turning the corner, and reaching the end of the side yard fence, he was walking into more shadows provided by a huge tree in the front yard. Just inside the darkness, he tripped, and almost fell to the ground. Looking back he saw the wagon, turned on its side. He had been looking up the street for anybody that might still be lingering from the party, and had not seen the wagon. Just then, he heard the first bark. And then another, and another, as he also heard the dog approaching from the other side of the fence. "FUCK!!" he almost shouted, catching himself just in time. "Keep moving, just keep moving." And he did. He watched the surrounding houses closely for any sign of response from the dog's barking, but saw none. Soon, he had put a few houses in between him and the dog, and finally, the barking stopped. And then, he was coming up on her house. He slowed his stride just a bit, when he noticed the garage door to Tom's house start down. "Closing up shop for the night," he smiled. "Just in time." He was only a house away from her, and decided to start moving through it's front yard, in order to approach her backyard from that side of the house, which was somewhat shielded from its front porch light. He was in between the houses now, at her fence. "The gate must be on the other side, of course," he determined. He started working his way over the wooden barrier, and soon hit the ground on the other side, with a thud. "So far, so good." He glanced at his watch in the darkness. "Half past? Yeah, that's what it says. Half past." * * * Diane peeked out the back door. She couldn't see anything. She reached for the back door light switch, and turned it off. After letting her eyes adjust, she took another look. Still nothing. She wondered if she should go and make sure that her husband was still sleeping. "No," she thought. "He's out, and he's going to stay out, the drunken fool." She stood there at the door watching, and contemplating what she was about to do. Without a doubt, she wanted to be with Tyrone again. And she wanted to go all the way, this time. She wanted desperately to feel his manhood inside of her. To feel his hands on her. His kisses. She continued to get extremely wet, thinking about being with him. She wondered though, if this was the right way to go about it, and the right time. Then she thought back to the gentle strength of his hands, and the power of his thrusts in her mouth. She was sure, now. Opening the door, she stepped out into the night air. The late summer night weather was perfect. Not too warm, and not too cool. Plus, there was an incredible, near-full moon. She felt her nipples stiffen when the night breeze blew her gown open just a bit. It made her think about how good it would surely feel to have his mouth on them. She looked out at the oak tree for Tyrone, as her eyes began to adjust to the night's darkness. Not there. "Please, don't tell me I missed him," she pleaded, as she started walking through the grass, out to the tree. Then, a thought occurred to her, and she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Maybe, he decided not to come at all. Will I ever see him again?" That possibility had never even crossed her mind, up until now. Dealing with this new scenario left her feeling disappointed and sad. "Wait. What was that?" Her heart rate quickened. She had heard something at the side of the house. "Oh please, let that be him." She squinted and walked toward that corner of the house, just a few steps. She could now see the start of a human-shaped moon shadow. And then, there he was, emerging from the night shadow of the house. Both of them had been second-guessing themselves, and the wisdom of meeting like this. Until now, that is. She watched as he crossed the yard to her, thinking that his stride was so confident and effortless. She could feel herself growing wet from simply watching him. At that moment, she was unaware that she was in her own backyard, with her husband asleep just inside the house. As he neared her, he could see what she was wearing and began to trace the outline of her figure beneath her silken things. He was imagining the softness and beauty of her backside. And even though her smell had never really left him, it was now overtaking his other senses once again, as he closed to within just feet of her. All apprehension had left him now, and he saw only her in front of him, and nothing else. The Neighbor's Wife Ch. 02 There were no words, only looks of passion exchanged between them. She reached for his hand, and led him to the lawn furniture she kept in a secluded area in the very back portion of the yard. She often went there in the evenings, to relax and reflect on the day's events. He watched the movements of her beautiful body, in front of him. He wanted desperately to grab her and pull her to him. Twice she looked back at him. And he made sure that each time she did, she could see him watching her. Feeling his eyes on her that way, was building an incredible lust in her. A lust she had never known, or thought possible. As they approached the secluded area, he reached for her softly, and she turned to him. Their eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and so now, they each gazed into the other's. He wanted to kiss her passionately. And she desperately needed to be kissed that way. They moved closer, still without speaking. And then they met, gently exploring just the outer- most parts of the other's lips. His tongue traced lightly along the bottom of her lower lip, making her moan and cum simultaneously. When he heard her moan he took her upper lip between his, a bit more forcefully. He held it there for a second, before easing her lips apart with his tongue, and kissing her deep and long. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back as he kissed her, lifting her gently up onto her toes and against his muscular body. As they broke their kiss, she instinctively started to move her hands down from his wide shoulders, across the front of his chest and stomach, until they came to rest at the outsides of hips. Admiring his V-shape, she again felt herself become wet. He too, wanted to feel her tender body, softly pushing her silk robe back over her soft shoulders. As her bare shoulder came into view, he lowered his mouth to it, kissing it softly. Soon the kiss was more impassioned, as he felt her soft flesh against his lips. She felt just a hint of a bite in one of his kisses to her shoulder. And then, his fingers eased the strap of her babydoll off of her shoulder, and down, baring most of her breast on that side. His mouth followed the trail of the fabric as it came down, and suddenly he was at her nipple, rolling it very gently between his lips. Her hands moved upward along his chest and around the back of his neck, until they were pulling his head into her, even more. He heard an earthy moan come from her when he sucked in on her nipple for the first time. "Yes, suck it," she whispered to him, starting to breathe heavily. "I love the heat of your mouth on me." He did as she asked, while tracing her form with his huge hands. Finally they were at the base of her back. He kind of circled the top of her ass on each side, then moving them along the outside of her hips, and then lower still, tracing the outside of her legs. Then he moved one of them up the back of her leg until he cupped her ass softly. Simultaneously with the other hand, he crossed over to her inner thigh and softly, very softly, moved upward until it was just below her pussy. She placed her hands on both of his cheeks, pulling his mouth to within an inch of hers, and whispered to him urgently, "Touch me. Please, I want you to touch me there." He brought his hand to her mound, cupping it first, and then tracing it's lips lightly with two fingers, one on each side as they passed by her clitoris. This cause her to tighten her grip on his head, and could only moan, "Back down, baby. And more. Let me feel your fingers." He started back down from the top of her slit using the same two fingers. He stopped briefly to massage her button, and then he eased them slowly, but deeply inside of her. She thrust her pelvis forward to meet his fingers, and soon he was finger-fucking her as she continued to thrust her hips forward. All the while, he continued to nibble and suck her breasts, rotating back and forth between the two. With her robe now fallen to the ground, she reached an intense orgasm, biting into his shoulder. "You are so beautiful when you are excited," he told her softly. "I want to make love to you, now. Can you take my size?" With that, she looked into his eyes as she turned away from him, and placed her knees on the cushioned lawn chair. She placed her arms across the back, while reaching to pull her babydoll completely out of the way. There she was in front of him, her naked ass and pussy displayed openly to him. Her head was turned to one side and looking back, having never taken her eyes off of him. "Take me. Take me, now," was all she said, in a whisper, as she reached back taking hold of his now rock-hard cock, guiding it home. He could feel her tightness, and incredible wetness, as the huge head of his dick slipped inside. He reached up and ran his hands along the smooth skin of her backside. He was not forcing anymore of his penis inside of her, although he desperately wanted to. He watched as Diane undulated her hips and slowly inched his cock a little further inside. Once she had engulfed about five inches, she reached back with both hands and grabbed the sides of his hips, her fingertips reaching his tight, and muscular ass. She started to pull him, letting him know that it was OK for him to move forward. She kept her hands there, at first, controlling the speed of the first few thrusts. But once he was completely inside her sopping wet pussy, she released him, and spread her knees and arched her back even further. "You're incredible," he said to her, hoarsely, as he brought his right leg up, and to the side of her, allowing him more balance and a better angle. "My God, you're beautiful." Looking down at her, with her ass turned upward, he thought what a skillful lover she was. Within a matter of minutes, she had worked the entire length of his ten-inch cock inside of her, and was now ready.....no, wanting to be fucked! He began by slowly pulling his cock out of her until he could see the head, and then pushing it all the way back inside of her. Her pussy was without a doubt, the best place that he had ever had his cock. It was velvety smooth, and so wet that his balls and the area just above his cock were very quickly, slick with her juices. As the speed of his thrusts increased, so did the sounds she made. Incredibly erotic, low and needful, moans of pleasure. She also used her vaginal muscles to tighten and loosen her grip on him. As she reached to play with her clit, she would occasionally reach further back to feel his cock and balls, as the slid back and forth. If it weren't for the fact that they were in her backyard, with her husband and neighbors sleeping only a short distance away, they would have surely been much louder. But instead, they made love in a slow and quiet, but incredibly passionate way. Three different times while they fucked in the doggie position, he felt her tense and shudder during orgasm. Each time, she would grip him firmly and lower her head, as if to control the amount of sound coming from her. After the third orgasm, she rose from the chair and motioned for him to sit down. She quickly climbed on top of him, with a leg on each side, face to face. As she reached to guide his cock to her pussy, he saw the misty, almost smoky, look in her eyes. She was completely and thoroughly inflamed. With the head of his huge black cock at the entrance of her pussy, she came down on it with force. Then she immediately started rolling her hips in a way that clearly said that she wanted to cum again. As she continued to roll her hips, he tightened his ass and straightened his back for her, allowing her as much cock as he could possibly provide. She took full advantage of his movement and ground her pelvis down around his cock, with a force he had never believed a woman was capable of. Soon every inch of their bodies, from head to groin, was pressed tightly together, as she came violently. This last time, almost did her in. But she was determined to feel his semen spurting inside of her. "I want you to come deep inside of me," she whispered, her lips pressed against his ear. While it was a request, her passion was so intense that it sounded more like a demand. That drove him crazy. He immediately came to an upright position, with her still straddling him. With a quick motion, he stood, holding her in his arms like she weighed no more than a blanket. His need was great, and he started thrusting up into her from the standing position. He had her legs wrapped over his forearms, and her gorgeous ass was resting securely, in both of his massive hands. He fucked her in this position with a force and speed she had never experienced before. And when he came, his cockhead and sperm were in a place where she had never before been touched sexually. It seemed to her, that he was shooting an unusually large amount of cum, and her suspicions were confirmed when she started to feel it ooze from around his cock and run down her inner thighs, as he lowered her to the ground. The feeling was so erotic, that she dropped to her knees in front of him, and cleaned his cock and balls with her mouth, swallowing every bit of their combined juices. As she licked the last drop, she looked up at him. He was peering down at her, and then reached down and grabbed her beneath the arms, lifting her to him. They embraced, and kissed passionately, each exploring the other's mouth hungrily. As the kiss ended, they both knew that this episode had come to an end. And each was a little sad, for that. He drew her to him once more, and said; "We'll find a way, if that is what you want." "I do. Please don't let me down," she told him with a smile, as she turned and started for the backdoor. He watched, as his beautiful, older woman walked so gracefully across the yard, and away from him. He breathed in deeply, trying to catch the last traces of her in the air. He made a vow to himself, standing there almost naked in the moonlight, "I will see her again, if it is the last thing I do." To be continued... The Neighbor's Wife Ch. 03 Tyrone sat in his corner office and stared blankly at the trees in the park just across Rosemark Avenue. He hardly even noticed their many colors, brought on by the cool fall weather. As often happened these days, his mind was drifting. And as usual, it was drifting back to Diane and the wonderful night of lust they had shared. Although two full months had passed since that night, and their time together was brief and very little had been said between them, he was convinced there was more there than just the incredible passion. And incredible it was. It had been unbelievably passionate, in fact. Although he was 100 percent sure that it had happened just as he remembered, it still seemed dreamlike to him at times. He thought more and more these days of ways to somehow see her again. He wished so badly that she were unattached so that he could just go and knock on her door. But this wishful thinking was just wasted time, he realized finally. And so he spent hours these days working through different scenarios that might bring the two of them together again. But it was a tough assignment, after all. He knew nothing about this woman except her first name; she was married to an asshole, and the fact that she lived next door to two of his best friends, Tom and Sue Blanchard. It was in their upstairs bathroom during a party that he had his first encounter with Diane. And then later that same night in her own backyard, with her drunken husband snoring in their bed just paces away. And so, not knowing her last name, how could he get her phone number? It would have to be a chance meeting of some sort. But where and how? He knew nothing of her daily movements. He did know, however, that she didn't work outside the home. That meant the meeting would have to take place in her neighborhood, at least initially. And that in a nutshell was the problem. How in the world was he going to make that happen without drawing unwanted attention from the neighbors or his good friends? He didn't want to cause trouble for her, or any awkward or embarrassing questions. How could he be sure that her husband wouldn't be home if he somehow got the nerve to knock on her door? And that is why he had been reduced to getting in his car a week ago and blindly driving to the edge of her neighborhood without any real plan. Once there, his nerves and better judgement had won out and he turned his car around and drove back to the office. But now, here he sat once again planning to return in hopes of somehow making contact. He knew it was foolish and careless, but he also realized he could not go on thinking of her almost non-stop without trying something. That's why, as Tyrone left for lunch that day he told his boss that he had some personal things to take care of and probably wouldn't return that afternoon. He had it good that way at work, and even felt fine turning off his cell phone so as not to be bothered. He walked out of the office that afternoon and drove his car straight to Diane's neighborhood, dismissing any thought of lunch. She was what he hungered for. He felt his heart rate increase as he approached her street. He had decided that he was going to make one pass by her house to get her address in hopes of using that to find her phone number somehow. Maybe their last name would be on the mailbox. "One pass and then I'm out of there," he told himself. Turning down her street, he was pleased to see that none of her neighbors were outside. But he was disappointed that she wasn't. He had hoped beyond hope that he might be lucky enough to catch her outside. As he approached her house he began to feel his luck turning for the worse. He felt the engine begin to shake badly, and then there was nothing, as he coasted helplessly. The car came to rest just two houses down from hers on the other side of the street. "DAMN! You have to be kidding me. This is just fucking perfect." Tyrone sat behind the wheel frozen. "What in the hell am I suppose to do now?" he wondered. "Alright, calm down. Just calm down," he told himself as he tried over and over to crank the engine. Eventually, he popped the hood latch and got out to see if the problem was anything obvious. It was times like this that he wished he were more mechanically inclined. Looking around at the surrounding houses, he raised the hood. Everything seemed to be in place. No smoke or steam. There were no unusual smells. He decided to call Triple A and get someone out on the scene as quickly as possible. He needed to get this car rolling fast and out of this neighborhood before something bad happened. He stood looking at the engine as he dialed the number. "Yes, this is Tyrone Williams. My card number is 42679214. I need some roadside assistance right away please." He was waiting for a response on the other end when he caught the first unmistakable whiff of a woman's perfume. "Yes Mr. Williams, I see your account here in our system. How can I help you today?" he heard the woman on the other end saying, as he turned his head from one side to the other trying to determine where that smell was coming from. Turning a complete 180 and with the cell phone still to his ear, he saw Tricia Hawkins standing there grinning at him. He remembered Tricia and her damned smile from the party. Without coming right out and saying it that night, she had made it obvious to Tyrone that she knew all about his upstairs rendezvous with Diane. Holding up a finger to her and motioning to give him a minute, he turned away from Tricia and finished his business with Triple A. All the while he was scrambling in the back of his mind for a reason he would be driving by. "OK, that will be fine. I'll see somebody soon then, right?" he was saying as he hung up the phone and turned back to her. "Hi there. Don't I know you from Tom and Sue's party?" he asked as he looked Tricia over. She was a beautiful woman, as he remembered. Blonde hair, blue eyes, mid-thirties he guessed. She was dressed that day in a nice exercise outfit and running shoes. She had obviously just finished a walk or run. And it was also obvious from her beautiful shape that she exercised often. She would turn any man's head. But that damned smile! That "I know all" smile of hers irritated him to no end. "Oh yeah sure you do. I'm Tricia, one of their neighbors. I live right over there," she said, pointing to the house next door. "Tricia! Yeah that's right, I remember now. And I'm...." "Tyrone," she interrupted, smiling devilishly. "The upstairs man." Before he could respond she was asking what he was doing in the neighborhood. "Oh, well. I...uh, I have some clients a few blocks over. When I finished up there I drove over hoping to catch Tom or Sue at home." "Well surely you know they both work, don't ya?" she prodded. "Well yeah. Just hoping, ya know." "Yeah, I know," she said with a laugh. "Car trouble, huh? That's a shame." "Yeah afraid so, just my luck. But I've talked to Triple A and they're on the way." "They won't get here any faster with you standing out here in the cool wind. Why don't you come in and let me fix you some coffee, or something?" Tyrone had to make a decision quickly. Did he want to stay out here on the street where who knows who might come by, or was he going to take Tricia up on her offer? Normally it would be a no-brainer, but he feared she was trouble. She had made a couple of other things clear the night of the party. She was interested in screwing around on her husband, and she had a big mouth and liked to use it. Still, she was the better of the two choices available to him. "Hey, that sounds great. I really appreciate that," he said, almost regretting it before it was out of his mouth. "OK....OK, good deal. Come on in sweetie. I don't have an upstairs but I'm sure I can make you comfortable," she said with a wink. He was definitely regretting his decision now. He followed her up the walk to her front door and couldn't help but notice the sway of her lovely hips. "A little extra sway," he thought to himself. "Come on in and make yourself at home, babe," she told him as she unlocked the door and headed for the kitchen. "Will it be coffee or do you want something else?" "You know, maybe just some water. I don't want you to go to any trouble." "Don't be silly. You can have whatever you like." She came back through the door of the kitchen grinning suggestively and repeated, "Whatever." Tyrone stood there thinking that this was going downhill very quickly. He thought he would just ignore the innuendo and tell her what he wanted to drink, but she started up again before he had the chance. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to fix myself a gin & tonic, and then I'm going to hop in a hot shower. Make yourself at home and fix whatever you'd like to drink. Sound OK?" "Yeah, OK. Sure, that'll be fine." He was watching her and keeping an eye out the window for the service truck. She was back in the kitchen now and the next thing he knew she was heading to the shower and telling him that she'd be right back. He made his way to the kitchen where he found a very nice assortment of liquors and wines. Deciding he could use a drink to help get through this, he settled on some Crown, with just a little water. He went back to check for Triple A and as he looked out the window he saw the truck making the corner. For a second he thought about finding her bathroom to let her know he might be outside whenever she got out. "No, better not go there," he decided. "Besides, she'll figure things out." After about ten minutes the service man had determined the news wasn't good. He couldn't fix the car on the spot and it would need to be towed. Luckily the service truck was also a wrecker. But Tyrone would need to call a cab for a ride home. He paid the service tech and headed back up the walk to Tricia's house. He rapped lightly on the front door before entering. She wasn't back in the front of the house yet, but he could tell she was out of the shower by her movements in the bedroom. He looked at his watch. "Almost four o'clock." He reached for his Crown and water. "What did they say about your car?" she called out. "Not good. It's being towed as we speak. I was just about to call a cab." He heard her scurry down the hall. "Nonsense, I can drive you home," she was saying as she entered the room while still pulling the front of her white silk robe together. He got a pretty good glimpse of her body before she had covered up, and it was a sight to see. She was really quite something standing there with her robe clinging in certain places to her still moist body. "Insist on a cab, man. Insist on a cab," he told himself. But the words just wouldn't come out while he stood there looking at her body. He knew better but all he could manage was, "Well, if you don't think it would be too much trouble." "Not at all, you sweet thing. Not at all. I'm sure my husband will be working late again so I would be glad to," she said grinning from ear to ear. "Fix yourself another drink and come in here and talk to me while I do my girl thing," she giggled as she headed back down the hall. "Oh shit," he thought. "Don't do it man. Whatever you do, don't go in her bedroom!" He looked at his drink and decided it could use freshening up. He made this one stronger, and before putting the bottle down he turned it up and took a good size shot straight from the bottle. He picked up his drink and although his mind was saying go back to the living room, his legs were heading down the hall. "Tricia?.....Tricia?" he was saying just above a whisper. "I'm in here silly. Just follow my voice." As he moved down the hall towards her room he became aware that his cock was starting to stiffen. Her taunting, her beauty, and the Crown were all having an effect. When he made it to the bedroom door he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't believe his eyes. Tricia was completely naked in the middle of the bed. She was on her hands and knees with her beautiful white ass facing the door. As soon as she saw him she lowered her head and shoulders to the bed and arched her back, forcing her ass even higher. With one hand she began making circles around her clitoris. At the same time she started sucking seductively on the fingers of the other. She pulled them from her mouth long enough to ask him, "See anything you like, you bad boy?" Tyrone couldn't respond. He just stood there frozen, lusting openly over her. She was fucking gorgeous he thought, and quite capable of being just as nasty and vulgar as she was beautiful. This woman was a whore and she was daring him to fuck her. "What's the matter big fella, cat got your tongue?" she teased him. "Lucky cat! Come on sweetie, come over here and give it to me, the same way I know you gave it to Diane." That did it. He was going to give her what she had coming. He strode swiftly across the room, shedding his clothes as he went. He was fully erect now and moved aggressively behind her and all in one motion began shoving his black cock inside of her forcefully. She didn't run from it at all. Instead she pushed back against him with equal force. He didn't want to kiss her, or say anything. He just wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard. And that was fine with her. Within seconds he had his full ten-inch length inside of her sopping wet pussy, and he began driving long, fast strokes into her again and again. She pushed back hard against him and didn't say anything except for a couple of almost inaudible demands to keep fucking her, as her breathing became labored and uneven. Soon she reached back with her right hand and began pushing her index finger inside of her ass. Slowly at first and then more in rhythm with their fucking. Then a second finger, then a third. "What an unbelievable whore," he thought. "I bet she wants me to fuck her there." Just then she pulled her fingers from her ass and looked pleadingly back over her shoulder at him. "Yep, there it is," he thought. "That's what she wants." Well she was going to have to ask for it, he decided. No, she was going to have to beg for it. It was his turn to be in control, and to taunt her. "What you want whore? Cat got your tongue?" Her eyes pleaded with him, as she reached and pulled her ass wider for him. "No, no. It ain't that easy babe. Tell big boy what the little whore wants. Tell me what your shriveled dick husband won't do for you, whore," he demanded, and at the same time he drove his cock into her even harder. She moaned and closed her eyes. She moved her fingers back to her asshole wanting to push them in deep, but he slapped them away. "Oh no, there won't be any of that you black cock whore." Tyrone didn't know where this stuff was coming from. It wasn't like him. But she had asked for it, over and over again. "Now tell me where you want me to put my black cock. Come on, you can do it." "In my ass," she groaned, finally. "I want it deep in my ass. As deep as you can get it." "Not good enough, babe. What's the magic word? And tell me why you want it." "PLEASE....PLEASE! Come on babe, I need it in my ass real bad." "And why is that? Tell me why you want my black dick up your ass." "Because I'm a dirty whore! Now PLEASE, I can't wait any longer!" "That's a good whore. I knew you could do it," he laughed, while pulling his dick out of her pussy and forcing its huge head past her anal ring all in one fluid motion. That brought a huge moan from deep inside her. He began to work inch after inch up inside of her tiny pink asshole. She became much more vocal and unbelievably vulgar during this. Soon he had forced her down flat on the bed and was on his knees, straddling her ass. He was making long, powerful strokes in and out of her butt. He would pull his cock all the way out until the base of the head was showing. Then he would grind his hips into her fleshy buttocks, forcing his black length back in, all the way back in. She came at least three times while Tyrone continued his assault. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled his shiny black cock from her asshole and laid it along the crack of her ass. He watched rope after rope of hot gooey cum splatter across the flawless white skin of her back, and trickle down her sides onto the sheets. He had cum with such force that the first couple of spurts shot all the way across her shoulder blades and into her hair. Something made him reach and rub the sticky mess of cum and hair between his thumb and fingers, still feeling the need to treat her just like the whore she was. She lay there under him with the side of her face pressed into the pillow. Her chest was heaving and gasping for air, her body still quivering from the strength of her orgasms. She was still moaning about how good it felt when he rubbed his nasty hand across her face and forced his cum-covered fingers into her mouth. She turned and licked them greedily, as if hungry for the taste. That's when they heard the slam of a car door. "What? What was that? Oh my God it must be my husband!" she gasped, a strand of cum dangling from her chin. Tyrone felt the terrified strength of this small woman force him off of her, but couldn't believe it was possible, as he tumbled off the bed and hit his head hard against the wall. "Quick, get up baby! Get up, hurry!! In my closet fast, I can't let him catch me again. He'll kill us both!" That last bit of information caught his attention, as Tyrone hurried through the closet door she had flung open for him. And suddenly he was in total darkness. He heard the backdoor open and her husband yelling out for her. He could hear her scrambling in the bathroom to make herself and the surroundings presentable. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as the footsteps came down the hall. His near hopeless situation was hitting home as he envisioned an enraged husband losing all control. "I'm in here, babe," he heard Tricia call out. "What you doing back here?" Tyrone could tell the other voice was in the room. "What's going on here?" his tone becoming more demanding. "Nothing sweetie. I took a shower after my run, that's all." "Don't sweetie me! Why's the bed all fucked up?" "Oh Mommy's just been a little lazy today. I never got to it, OK babe?" she continued to lie, while reaching and pulling the covers over their telltale wet spots. "No it's not OK, goddamnit! Have you had somebody up in here again?" he demanded. "NO.....NO! I promise. I told you that would never happen again. Come on baby, let's don't go there again, please." Standing there in the dark of the closet, just feet away from this husband and his cheating wife, Tyrone's head was spinning. How in the hell had he let this get so out of control? What was he doing here? Suddenly he thought of Diane and felt strangely guilty. What was that about? He was mad at himself for letting Tricia seduce him in her own bedroom, and just across the street from Diane. But even so, when he let himself think back to the heat between the two of them, minutes ago just on the other side of this closet door, he felt his cock start to stiffen. That's when he remembered he was completely naked. He remembered tearing his clothes off once Tricia had worked him into a lustful rage. What was it about her that brought out this pure animal desire? Why had he needed to fuck this woman so badly, and to say and do the things he'd said and done? It was totally different with Diane. With her the sex had been so giving and consensual, with a wonderfully intimate power. This was so much more lustful, even lewd, but every bit as powerful. Maybe even more so, he thought. But just then he was snapped back to the reality of his situation. "I can't help it, Trish," he heard the man saying, his voice softening. "I close my eyes and I see that damn UPS van. I open the door and I hear those sounds......damn." The Neighbor's Wife Ch. 03 "Don't do this baby, please. Open your eyes, I'm right here. Mama's right here and I ain't been doing nothing but running and showering." Tyrone was suddenly disgusted with himself, listening to this wife console her husband with lies. He wasn't the person he always thought he was, after all. How could he be and at the same time be mixed up in this shit, he asked himself. "OK...OK, sorry," the husband was saying. "It just drives me crazy when I think back, that's all." "Well just try not to think back, OK. We're here right. I'm here, just me and you, OK? Give me a kiss, babe." Tyrone felt his dick harden again when her request reminded him of seeing his cum on her lips and chin. He wondered if the man could taste it. He thought of the huge amount of semen on her back and in her hair. What had she done in her mad dash to conceal the mess? What about his clothes? Was she able to hide them? As he pondered these questions in the dark, and listened to the silence of their kiss, Tyrone hated her right then as much as anybody he'd ever known. Even though, his cock continued to grow. "Mmmmm, now that's better," he heard her purr. "What are you doing home so early, anyway? I didn't expect you for a few more hours." "Poker night. Remember? My turn to host. The guys will be here any minute." "Oh shit that's right! I had forgotten. Well, you go get ready for them and let me finish getting cleaned up and dressed. I need to run an errand once you boys get going, K?" "Sure babe, that's fine. Hey, and I'm sorry 'bout earlier, ya know?" Now Tyrone was starting to hate him too. "Don't apologize to this whore," he told the guy in his mind. He stood there naked, disgusted, and with a hard-on the size of Texas wondering what would happen next. He could hear her moving around the bedroom and bath. Then he heard the doorbell and the sounds of arriving friends. A few more minutes passed and then he heard her husband call out, "We're gonna get started now babe." "Alright Hun, I'll be out in a few minutes." The closet door opened and there she stood with that damned smile, and his clothes in a wad under her arm. "Here, put these on quick and I'll....." she whispered through her smile, but stammered when she looked down and saw his aroused state. She glanced back at the bedroom door, giggled a little, and then stepped inside the closet with him, closing the door behind her. She flicked on the light and dropped his clothes. Looking down at his cock she moaned approvingly. He started to protest until she reached and stroked it with her left hand. With her right she reached and pulled her hair that was concealed beneath the neckline of her robe. The strands were still matted with his juices and she placed them in her mouth and began to suck. Slowly she turned her back to him as she lowered the silken robe. As it fell he noticed the wet spots, and then her back was bare, revealing the lingering traces of his cum. He watched as she dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock between her lips, all the while looking tauntingly into his eyes. He wanted to make her stop, and to leave this place immediately. But her lewdness, and the fire she ignited deep inside him won out, once again. Soon she was deep throating over half of his cock. Her eyes never left his face. His eyes watched the determination of her sucking, deep and with a purpose. A purpose that he felt building in his balls, a purpose that recognized their animal lust and the dangerous nature of their current situation. He could see that realization in her eyes, revealing a strange struggle between lust and fear. But the lust was winning the battle as she sucked and tugged on his rock hard dick. She never missed a beat when the semen started its flow through the length of his cock, into her mouth, and down her throat. Only then did she close her eyes, as if to focus on the task of swallowing his relentless blasts of cum. Neither of them dared make a sound as she swallowed and swallowed. Finally his softening member fell from her mouth. As she stood quickly, she kissed him deeply, and he tasted just a trace of his on semen. He thought that surely her husband must have tasted the same, and wondered. Then she was handing him his clothes and whispering in his ear. "Put these on, quick. You'll have to go out our window, baby. I'll pick you up outside and run you home in just a bit." As Tyrone's feet hit the ground outside of Tricia Hawkins' bedroom window, he began to wonder. He wondered what it was about the white women in this neighborhood that made him climb through bedroom windows, jump backyard fences in the middle of the night, and have sex in closets, backyards, and bathrooms? What was it indeed? The Neighbor's Wife Ch. 04 Tyrone was filled with excitement and anticipation. His friends Tom and Sue were having another party to which he was invited. This time it was for New Year's Eve, and was to be held at the lush Hilton Hotel on the edge of town. Finally, another chance to be with Diane, their middle age next door neighbor. Surely she would be there, he thought. Probably her racist husband too. Good, all the better he concluded. He had always been mad at himself for not saying something at Tom and Sue's last party when the old bastard had gotten drunk and started telling black jokes. He had wanted to see Diane again so badly ever since that night. Like so many times before, he now gave into the power of the memories. He let his mind drift back to the paralyzingly powerful sights and sounds of his sexual encounter with the beautiful, redheaded Diane. The taboo and clandestine nature of their coupling was a powerful lure in itself, but for sure it was Diane and her wonderfully feminine ways that had so occupied his mind ever since. Yes, it was Diane and her beauty that he went seeking a few months back, driving mindlessly through her neighborhood while hoping to somehow just run up on her without setting the rumor mill in motion among the locals. He so wanted to drive from his mind all memory of the horrible turn of events that took place that day, which resulted in his having been seduced (OK, maybe not entirely) by the neighborhood tramp, Trish Hawkins. The sex had been incredible, but Tyrone hated himself for ever letting it happen, and feared terribly that Diane knew about it. Diane's soft, lightly freckled hand rested on the phone. Having just hung it up, her hand remained there, without purpose. She stared intently through her kitchen window at the lawn furniture located in the rearmost part of her yard. Like so many other seemingly unrelated happenings, a phone call and a simple party invitation had set her memories of that night in motion. She thought briefly of their first encounter, a sudden and needful act of fellatio, just footsteps away from the party guests in her neighbor's upstairs bathroom. She looked at the glider in her back yard and remembered the coolness of its metal against her bare breasts as the dark stranger stood behind her and drove his pelvis forward, over and over. She closed her eyes and saw the chiseled young black man standing upright in the night shadows, holding the older white woman in his arms while she writhed uncontrollably up and down on the man's enormous black cock. She opened her eyes and remembered with a smile his powerful thrusts in and out of her as he reached climax. Yes, she was going to the party. She would have to play her dumbass husband just right, but she would be there; she had to see him. She would fight the feelings of betrayal knowing now of his being with that bitch across the street. Trish Hawkins couldn't wait to tell Diane about her and Tyrone. After all, Trish was the neighborhood slut. She didn't care who knew just as long as her old man didn't find out. And she had spared no details either, right down to the climatic anal plowing she had received from their well-endowed mutual acquaintance. Quite surprising to Diane, that last little detail had really stuck with her. So much so, more than once over the past several months she allowed herself the pleasure of pushing a couple of fingers past her anal ring, while holding her vibrator to her clit and thinking of Tyrone. She really didn't think that she could take his size back there, but she found it incredibly erotic to fantasize about. Larry sat at his office desk shuffling papers mindlessly. He looked up long enough to follow Bianca heading down the hall away from him. "What an incredible ass," he leered to himself. "I wonder what a little brown sugar would be like." Bianca was new at the company and just like he viewed everyone else who worked there, Larry saw her only to the extent of what he might gain from her. Bianca was so far providing a needed diversion from the boring workday. She even made his shriveled up little dick move every now and then, depending on what she wore and how much bounce she had in her step that day. Truth be known, she already had his middle aged white ass summed up pretty accurately, and wouldn't let the old shit touch her with a ten foot pole. But Bianca wasn't really what Larry was thinking about now. He kept rolling the New Year's Eve party around in his head. Diane had told him about it last night over dinner and they had decided they would attend. Even though she seemed not to care either way, he had insisted they go. He thought this might be his chance to find out whom his wife of nearly thirty years had been screwing around with. He was convinced Diane was doing the big nasty on a regular basis with somebody other than him. "Cause she sure ain't doing it with me," he reasoned with himself. "Maybe they will get bold and try to meet up at the party." The night of the party, as midnight neared....... With more than a trace of Tyrone's sticky cum still on her lips, Diane tore off the rest of her clothing and positioned herself above her black lover, who was still lying on his back and reeling from his orgasm. With her back to him she lowered her dripping wet pussy lips to the tip of his still erect 10-inch monster cock, until her beautiful red pubic hairs shown against its now shiny head. "How in the world can he still be rock hard like this after cuming so much from my blowjob?" she asked herself. With one hand on his muscular chest for balance, she began to lower herself onto his black tool. Raising and lowering her shapely ass, her wetness left a new mark of penetration with each down stroke. His huge hands moved to cup her buttocks in order to guide and coax her lower still. Just as she neared full penetration, Diane looked back into Tyrone's eyes and reached with her tongue to gather in the largest remaining dollop of semen, resting just below her lip. With her breathing heavy now, she closed her eyes and swallowed, forcing herself down fully upon his rock hard dick. She clamped down hard on the guttural moan trying its best to escape her freshly fucked red lips. Because the two of them had sneaked off from the party to this abandoned office and were trying their level best to be extra quiet, Tyrone was unable to enjoy the full natural sounds of her orgasm. But he felt it rock through her body with shivers, working its way from the depths of her vagina to the tips of her fingers. Now bottomed out on his huge black cock, with her knees against the floor on either side of him, she began to roll her pelvis seductively. Pushing down hard with her clitoris, she would slide it along the length of his rigid cock as she moved her ass back towards his face, and then run the monstrous thing all the way back up inside of her as she moved her ass back the other way. Her rhythm was slow and deliberate, and provided an unbelievable ass show for Tyrone as he lay on his back, using the muscles in his buttocks to meet her undulations. She then began to run the middle finger of her right hand along the crack of her ass, starting from the top. Soon the finger was rubbing her anus forcefully with each pass. She slowed her movements a bit and reaching forward with her left hand to grip his thigh, she folded the finger inward and pushed it inside her lovely pink butt hole up to the first knuckle. She bit her lip lightly and bowed her head as she pushed on to the next knuckle. Tyrone couldn't believe what he was seeing, and instinctively reached for her beautiful hips and pulled her down, burying the digit completely inside of her ass. She loved this and looked back over her shoulder at him through her fallen red hair. With pleading eyes she soon folded a second finger up inside of her anus and once again began to shake with orgasm. Tyrone watched in awe as his lover continued to ride his cock sensually while tearing at her tiny pink hole with increasing force with her own two fingers. When she looked back at him again with a face consumed with lust and positioned a third finger for penetration, he knew it was time he take control. With his cock still fully inserted in her pussy he sat up, bringing his chest close against her smooth back and wrapped his arms around her tightly. From this sitting position, with her still atop his cock, he began to roll his hips into her, once again using his buttocks against the floor. She slowly slid her fingers away from her ass and gave way to his new movements, reaching back desperately to feel his ass muscles working. Tyrone then began to ease her slowly over to one side until they lay in a spooning position, with he at her backside. She then felt him withdraw his cock completely and position its gargantuan head at her backdoor. She had been afraid to even consider this in her fantasies, but now she wanted it so unbelievably bad. She reached and pulled her fleshy cheek to one side as he nuzzled the head closer and tighter until it pressed firmly against her tiny opening. Suddenly she felt his warm breath at her ear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. We'll make it good. You are so incredibly beautiful." She turned her head fully to the side in order to kiss his lips and tongue. As their lips met and their tongues played, she felt him start to apply gentle, but steady pressure. He used his hand to move his cock back and forth in an effort to wedge his huge cock head past her anal ring. She could feel her muscle being stretched, bordering on pain, but feeling so unbelievably good at the same time. She kissed him even more seductively tracing her tongue around his bottom lip and then sucking on it gently. This spurred him on and she felt her asshole slowly giving way to the mammoth intrusion as he pushed more forcefully. And just as she felt the entirety of the huge black head ease past her ring and into her butt, she moaned uncontrollably from somewhere deep inside. But at the precise same moment they heard Larry call out her name. "Diane..Diane, are you in there?" She felt Tyrone tense up immediately, and feared that he would surely withdraw his beautiful cock. She clutched at his ass and held him there. "No..No, baby. Don't pull out. Please don't pull out. I don't care if he finds us. Please give me a little more of your cock baby. Whoa baby! Easy now. Easy baby. Yeah that's it. Oh my God, Tyrone! That feels incredible!" Tyrone lay at her backside with his head up off the floor, listening for anything else from her husband. But he also heard Diane pleading with him to continue fucking her ass. He felt a burning in his loins like no other. He knew that he ought to be scrambling to his feet and looking for his clothes, but instead he pressed his hips forward and felt another inch of his dick slide up inside Diane's incredible asshole. The pleasure he felt in his cock and from knowing how it enflamed Diane was immeasurable. Again they heard her husband call out to her, more frantic this time. "Diane, I know you're in there. I can hear you damn it! Who are you with?" Her only reply was to Tyrone, as she rolled slowly more onto her stomach and spread her legs more for him, all the while pulling him with her. "Fuck him! Oh that's it baby, give me just a little more...UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh God yes, that's so damn good. Again...unngghh...yeah, again...uuuunnnggghhhh! Tyrone's eyes were huge with both fear and lust. He was now almost completely on top of Diane, but rested his weight upon his knees and elbows. He watched in disbelief as half his shiny black cock was now inside her ass and she was still begging for more. Suddenly she reached back with both hands and pulled desperately at his ass, searching for more penetration. As he watched another 2 inches of his cock disappear, he felt her start to tremble with orgasm. "Diane, you bitch!! I'm gonna get in there. I'm coming, you better get out here right now!!" She closed her eyes and mouthed the words "fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch," as she held tight to Tyrone's muscular cheeks and shuddered through the last moments of her orgasm. Watching her cum and feeling her fingernails digging in his ass for leverage was more than he could take. He pulled her up fully onto her hands and knees at that point and began to work the remaining few inches of cock into her butt. He did this by short-stroking it in and out and applying more pressure each time his hips moved into her. He was in a crouched position behind her with one foot forward, and one back for balance. He gripped her by the shoulder with his left hand and by her right hip with the other, as he ground repeatedly further and further into Diane's ass with his glistening, thick black cock. She was moving between pain and pleasure at lightening speed as he continued to force the final length inside her. Just then the doorknob began to turn and shake, and she was pleading deliriously through her moans as her head and shoulders fell to the floor. "OH FUCK! UNNGGHH...GOD NO. WAIT! OH, OH YEAH. OK, THERE. UNNGGHH...OH YEAH RIGHT THERE. JUST LIKE THAT. UNNGGHH...NO...TOO MUCH. WAIT...ITS HURTING. WAIT...OH...OH. OK YEAH, THERE YA GO. OH BABY! GOOD GOD YES BABY! UNNGGHH! FUCK ME RIGHT NOW AND REAL HARD! YEAH, RIGHT NOW! OH GOD FUCK MY ASSHOLE TYRONE, PLEASE! AND PLEASE DO IT REAL HARD AND FAST CAUSE YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SO DAMN GOOD!" At the very moment those words hung in the air, the door to the office room flew open and there stood her dumbfounded husband, unable to speak as he looked down upon the scene in front of him. The two of them were facing the door directly. His beautiful bride of thirty years was stark naked, on her knees with her shoulders flat on the floor. Her head was turned to one side, traces of cum still on her face, and her beautiful long red hair was strewn everywhere. Her arms stretched out in front of her as her fingernails dug desperately into the carpet. Her backside, arms and forehead glowed with perspiration under the fluorescent lights. "Fucking nigger," was all he was able to mumble to himself as he watched in complete disbelief. Looking directly at Larry without emotion, Tyrone reached with both hands and grabbed fistfuls of red hair. Slowly he pulled back and raised Diane's head and shoulders up off of the carpet, and then pulled back firm and steady until her head lay almost flat against her back. Her mouth flew open and her eyes closed shut. She continued her pleadings, and moaned uncontrollably as Tyrone answered by plowing into her butt with increased force and speed. He became consumed with a powerful need building inside his balls as he slammed into her beautiful white ass again and again with his shiny black dick. He stared intently at the white man in front of him the entire time. She had now forgotten that her husband was even there. Larry stood frozen as he watched his gorgeous wife let this nigger do things to her she would have never let him do. He watched as the huge cock was pulled from Diane's ass and hot globs of white cum rolled from its gargantuan head. Tyrone then stroked his dick forcefully causing even more semen to shoot from its head. The first two blasts came with such force that they shot across the top of Diane's head and landed on the carpet in front of her, leaving trails of semen in her red hair. At least three more ropes of the hot stuff spewed out across the pale skin of her backside. She never even looked up at her husband as she collapsed on the messy carpet in front of her, almost whimpering as more of Tyrone's cum oozed from between her soft white asscheeks. Tyrone watched Larry closely, loving every minute of the sweet justice taking place here. He thought back to Larry's racist joke from the first party. And then he remembered his smart-ass, inappropriate comments from earlier tonight. He smiled smugly at the hate-filled husband in front of him as he reached and grabbed a fistful of Diane's hair. He pulled firmly until she woke from her stupor and allowed him to bring her mouth right up close to his messy black cock. Tyrone took his eyes off of Larry just long enough to look down into Diane's eyes as he pulled her lips closer still. She stared lustfully up into his eyes as she reached with her tongue to begin cleaning her juices and the sticky cum from his cock. She watched his eyes intently as she went up one side and down the other, even stopping to suck the gooey mixture matted in the hair around his dick and balls. Finally, she closed her eyes and took the huge thing into her mouth and forced its tip into her throat. Tyrone moaned approvingly and looked back up at Larry, who seemed on the verge of tears suddenly. "Fucking wimp-ass racist," he mouthed at the man, just above a whisper. "She's mine now, you cocksucker," he told him bluntly. Then he nodded his head toward the door, as if to tell the husband he wished to be left alone with the man's wife now. Knowing this to be the truth, Larry turned and walked away, as his soon to be ex-wife continued to force more and more of Tyrone's monster cock down her throat.