4 comments/ 16913 views/ 7 favorites Karen Was Meek, But Not Too Mild By: qualitywheat I never wanted or even thought that I could get near a black man until he decided to get near to me. But my husband took it too far, for him anyway. Hi, my name is Karen, Karen Meek and I guess I am meek by nature too, although not many people know it, my two best friends do, and they've protected me all my life from people who have tried to take advantage of me. But they weren't around when the time came for me to stand on my own two feet when it mattered, and the person who tried to take advantage of me did! But in the end it has worked out quite well, and I am still being taken advantage of. This all happened when my husband left me at the mercy of my 'aggressor.' Let me tell you about myself and Larry, my husband. I am 22 years old, he is 24, We have been married for only two months, hardly enough time to settle down into married life. I've known him for 3 years. He got my virginity; he's the only man I have ever been with, though my friends rib me for not experimenting more. I'm about 5ft 0" short black hair that I wear 'bob' style, slightly shorter at the back than the front, and I have two pointy curls that meet on each cheek at the edges of my full lips, its parted in the centre, and I have a fringe that catches my long lashes. My eyes are a deep blue, black eye brows arch over them, high cheek bones that suit my hairstyle terrifically. My body, even though I do say so myself, is in perfect synchronisation with my height, if I was a foot taller I would be the worlds top model! I love the way I look, and am, overall happy with my tiny stature because it has made people want to protect me from life's dragons. I am by nature a quiet sort of person; I've always shied away from confrontations, taken a back seat. I hate getting involved in arguments and would rather defer to a possible opponent. I work in a large departmental store as an assistant; I do like it even though it can be boring sometimes. I discovered sex simply through being kissed passionately and surprisingly by a boy in my class, he got hold of me, kissed me and I was so stunned I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back. We did all sorts of things in the three months we were together except have full sex, I didn't want to do that, much to his chagrin. Then I met Larry, we did everything together, we were never apart, and having sex and making love, finding out all about it proper was totally amazing. We ended up getting married, I do love him, or I did, I must be honest and say I'm not sure if I do anymore, even though our marriage is only two months old. I am one of life's lover's of sexual cohabitation, I can never get enough, I'm at him all the time, and thank the good Lord, he is good at it, it has been stunning sometimes, it leaves me completely spent when he is on top form. And being the meek type of person that I am, when he gets going, I follow his lead. I do what he tells me, he has me jumping though hoops I can tell you, and when we lie back I'm done for, literally. But I'm always the first up for the next session, and this, I think is what led him to do what he did to me. He works for a major computer software company, and he tells me that if he keeps doing what he's doing then he can go higher and higher. This prospect keeps him going, and me doing all I can to support him. Which has led me to where I am now, and it's all his very own doing. He came home one day and told me they were getting a new manager, he was American, being brought over to sharpen the UK arm of the company up. Larry was uptight about it, he worried about being pushed to one side etc. The new guy arrived, and Larry was quite happy, the new man seemed impressed with him among others too, including of course his rivals. I knew nothing of him except that his name was Morgan Hedley. Larry suggested inviting him to dinner at our house. I nearly emptied my bowels; the thought of entertaining someone of such importance to him was daunting to say the least. But after much persuasion I agreed, the weather was cool at this time of year, and I do a pretty mean pot roast, so I told Larry I would do that, he was American wasn't he? All Americans love pot roast don't they? A week later Larry told me Mr Hedley would be arriving at 7pm on the Friday night, which gave me time to get all the ingredients I needed without rushing about. Friday arrived, I had taken the afternoon off to prepare things, Larry had told me that tonight was the most important of his life, our future could depend on it Karen, he told me. My future he said was in your hands, you have to impress him Karen, you have to be on top form. "Just how important is this Larry?" I asked, "it sounds like more than just a dinner." "Well," he said, "new broom sweeps clean and all that," was his answer. Now I'm not daft, so I asked. "Does that mean redundancies, or shuffles are in the pipeline?" "Yes," he said. Now I got the message, it was more than important, it was just so vital to Larry. I had everything timed to serve dinner at 8pm, I hoped he wasn't late. I planned to wear a black cotton blouse with long sleeves, a gold chain on the outside hanging between my cleavage, a white above the knee skirt, a tiny bra that enhanced my splendid up turned boobs, stockings and heels. My hair was done to a super shine, bouncy, lush and glossy. He arrived and that's when I had my first shock, I stood next to Larry when he opened the door to him. He was stood there with a huge bunch of flowers in his hand for me, they were beautiful red roses. A massive toothy dazzling smile on his face, and it was a handsome face. But it wasn't that that shocked me, he was black! I had always been frightened of black people, irrational you may say, but my mother who was divorced when I was young had had a black boyfriend, he hadn't molested me or anything. But one night I heard her cry out, I got out of bed, I was only 7 years old at the time. I went to her bedroom and opened the door, the black man was on top of my mother and she was moaning. I thought he was hurting her and started to cry. They both looked at me, mom got out from under him, and collected me in her arms, I asked her if she was alright, was he hurting you, I asked. Mom assured me that she was fine, that they had been playing, and he was tickling her, she took me back to bed and got me to sleep, but since then I've always been wary of them. I must have stood there opened mouthed, he was speaking but I wasn't hearing, Larry nudged me back to reality, and I managed to compose myself. He came in, gave me the flowers, kissed my cheek and said. "I bought roses because I had the impression somehow that you were a beautiful woman, but I never imagined you were this beautiful," he told me, "you put those roses in the shade Karen, may I call you Karen?" "Yes, er yes sir, Mr Hedley and thank you, these are really lovely," I answered breathlessly. "Morgan, Karen, please call me Morgan, at least here anyway, okay?" "Yes of course Mr, er Morgan," I stammered, he was a big man, about 2" taller than Larry, well built, but not in a massive way, and his accent, oh his accent was just enthralling. The dinner went down a treat, Larry made an ingratiating toast which made me cringe a little, but apart from that it was a great success. Morgan paid me lots of attention, he made sure he sat close to me; he held my hand on a few occasions without being too personal. I have to admit I liked it, and I liked him. I looked at Larry several times to see if he was getting jealous at all, but he seemed more than fine with his boss. It was around 11pm when things took a turn, Larry got up to get more wine, and disappeared into the kitchen, when he had gone Morgan turned to me and told me how enamoured he was with me, how gorgeous I was, beautiful, and, he added with a smile, "so very sexy." I'd had a few wines so was feeling warm and contented about things, and I as a woman, appreciated his lovely words. What I wasn't prepared for was him slipping his hand into my blouse and cupping my left breast, then squeezing my nipple. I sat there immobilised for a moment which gave him more time to play with me, and then he kissed me. He continued tweaking my nipple and kissing me. I was immediately aroused, I know I shouldn't have been but I was. My nipples are like that, they can turn me on a dot. I somehow gathered my wits and jumped up; he smiled at me and allowed me to. I said," I'll go and make some coffee shall I?" I went into the kitchen where Larry was stood having a glass of wine. "What are you doing Larry; you've left me alone with Morgan?" "Just giving you time to get to know each other, okay?" he said guardedly. "He has just put his hand in my blouse and felt me up, and then he kissed me Larry!" I said quietly but heatedly, I could still feel his fingers tweaking me. "Karen, I've told you the importance of this night, now don't moan or complain, I need you now more than ever, and now," he told me, "I'm going to bed, make sure he leaves happily." He walked away from me leaving me about paralysed, I heard him climbing the stairs. I stood there, then started making the coffee, I was dreading going back, but what choice did I have? I didn't feel s though I had any, Larry had more or less ordered me to be good, I felt compelled to do what he said. I carried the coffee tray in and put it down, it never got drunk, he made straight for me. As I bent over his hands closed on my hips and pulled me into his lap. Larry must have suggested this, he had to have had. I knew he was going to seduce and take me no matter what now. He kissed me again, I was being kissed by a black man, someone whose skin colour I had feared all my life was kissing me, then his fingers found me again and I went over the edge into the abyss I wasn't going to be unable climb out of. I still didn't like what he was doing to me, but I had no way of responding in the negative. I was being taken over by my husband's boss, who had my husband's consent it appeared. My clothes disappeared quick time and so did his. Somehow I went from sitting in his lap to lying down on my back naked. He guided my hand to him where flatly refused to open my clenched fist, that was until some thing inside me ordered it to open. I encircled him; it felt, big and so hot, it hardened in my grasp. I had to stroke it, nothing could stop me from that, my own finger tips slid over the bulbous head. The picture I had always had of my mother under her black boy friend became me. I was now that woman under that black man, and it excited me to a frazzle. I moved so I could look, my tiny hand was wrapped around the middle of the black monster and my eyes feasted on it. I was dripping wet, I could see it on my pussy lips just below the thing that was about to take my marriage vows from me, and all after the amazingly long time of two months. I relaxed now, I knew I couldn't stop it, and I knew also that I didn't want to. My husband was right above my head, and his boss was going to decimate his wife with not only a bigger cock than his, but a black one too. My mother's words came to me, "we are only playing darling, and he's tickling me." Well I was going to get tickled tonight, and big time. Morgan positioned himself, 'here it comes,' I thought, and it did. He was up on his hands over me, "watch," he said, I did, I peered down and witnessed it sliding into me, my knees parting more and more as it went further in. My left leg lifted on to the back of the sofa, my right dropped to the floor, and I saw with complete and utter stunning disbelief his prick sinking into me, when it was about half way I could take no more. I fell back and came, the sight of black cock losing itself in me was more than I could take, and he filled me, spread me, and drilled me. I exploded again like an oil well, a gusher, that's what I was, I came and came. He for his part was manic, he hammered into me. Larry couldn't do me like this, Morgan hit me so hard, if it wasn't for the cascading pleasure he was giving me, I would have cried out in pain, but nothing I knew of would ever feel better than being fucked like this. I received one last crushing thump and then he spouted gallons of cum into me, it spread around my insides like a bushfire with nothing to extinguish it. I came more times, as he relaxed and slowed. Then his lips found mine once more, this time the kiss was tender, loving, soft, yet demanding, it was the kiss of a very happy man. I gave him kisses back from a very happy and satisfied woman. Morgan slid away from me but didn't leave me, he was considerate in that respect, he wasn't going to be a 'wham bam thank you maam' type of guy, I appreciated that. I also didn't think I would get it again tonight, how wrong could I have been? Thirty minutes later found me on the floor on cushions with him bouncing and pounding me. It was controlled mania, he was a man possessed. And he possessed me, I fastened myself around him and tried to keep from screaming out in utter agony, pain and wondrous enjoyment of having the black stallion stuff me the way he was, the stud that my husband had unwittingly let loose on me was having his way totally. I could have been hung by my feet outside on the laundry line, I was that wrecked and beautifully beaten, and I wouldn't have complained, probably not even known it. I woke up at 5am, Morgan had gone, I tottered to my feet, I felt like I had aged 60 years, walking wasn't easy, my pussy and body were more than battle weary. I cleaned up the mess of cum and love juices from the sofa and floor, then I went up to bed. Larry was, would you believe, fast asleep. I got in and fell into what to me was a coma. I awoke and looked at the clock, it was midday, I recalled last night, I felt my pussy, it was still there, but my pussy flaps felt like old lettuce leaves. I also recalled how he had taken me, used me for his own pleasure, and had made me have greater pleasure, and made me cum any which way he had wanted. I spent the rest of the day pondering and going over what had happened, but most of all how Larry had literally handed me on a plate to his boss. The fact that he was black didn't matter now, I knew that it had excited me, my mothers memory of her with her black boyfriend had intensified my response to Morgan himself. I felt like a used and abused whore, a common slut. I hated both men now in a way. I would never allow this to happen again, and if Larry even mentioned it I would threaten him with divorce! I rang Larry and told him how upset I was, and told him I would be going to a hotel tonight to mull things over, and that I would be home tomorrow. He told me he was on his way home, I said, "don't bother; I won't be here by the time you arrive." I packed a bag quickly and left, I had a very pleasant evening, did a lot of thinking and decided we could get over what had gone on and keep our marriage alive. I returned home the next afternoon and found a very contrite Larry waiting for me. We discussed it all, I even told him how his boss had made me cum as I never had before, I said this to hurt him, and it did! We settled down after a few days, then Larry began to ask me things about what he's done, how he'd done it, how big was he, what was his staying power like, what was it like with a black man, was he rough with me, did he force me, ask me, did he cum in me. You name a question, over a week or so he asked them all. I then had a big surprise for myself, I found myself reliving some of the things Morgan had done to make me cum the way I had, and it aroused me. This was of benefit to Larry because our sex life went ballistic, but half of it, or more than half was because Morgan, not him. I even began to think that if I were to be compromised again, would I have the strength to resist, what would I do, give in once more? I just didn't know now, things had settled down Larry was happy at work; things were going well he'd told me. Then it happened, he came home and said Morgan had invited us to stay the weekend at his house, he was in the act of securing a very lucrative government contract, and Larry was to help him. I would have a relaxing weekend at his expansive home, heated swimming pool, gymnasium, the works. I thought about it, was it a trick, a trap, was I being set up again? Larry assured me vehemently I wasn't. I reluctantly agreed, but still had reservations. So I told him, "Any hanky panky and I'm off!" He laughed and told me he would be right behind me. All this did, was to prove how weak, and meek I really was, the tough exterior only covered my soft centre. Friday afternoon, he was home at lunch time as arranged, and off we went. We arrived and were admitted by a black man who turned out to be his home handy man, did the gardens, pool, odd jobs etc. All the usual pleasantries were exchanged, Morgan kissed my cheek again and showed us to our room, it was decorated with dozens of red roses, and again he made the same comment about how I was more beautiful than a million red roses could ever be. I blushed prettily for him. They went straight to work after I was shown where everything was and how it all worked. Three hours later Larry came in red faced, he had not asked for a file from the potential client and they couldn't continue with out it. He told me he was leaving immediately and would be back as soon as he could. He apologised and rushed off, with me shouting after him about when would he be back, can I go with you? I yelled. "Sorry love, I'll be as quick as I can," he called over his shoulder. I was so taken aback by the suddenness of him leaving; I never smelled the rat I should have done. What I didn't know was, the file he needed was in London, nearly 250 miles away, there was no way he could get back 'soon!' That's when I felt an arm slide around my waist, it was Morgan. "I am so sorry about this Karen," he told me, "he knew he should have had it, it's inexcusable really." "He's an idiot," I said lamely, now I knew where this was going to go, and then I asked myself the question I had already asked me. Can I resist, will I resist, the moment he pulled me closer told me the answer, it was no. "Please Morgan, don't, I don't want to do this, please?" He turned me to him, put his hands on my cheeks, looked me in the eyes and said. "Why is it Karen that I don't believe you for some reason?" then he leaned in and kissed me. I was collapsing inside, my knees were weak and wobbling, my heart was fluttering, my healed pussy lips were flapping, my nipples poked out and said hello to him. It wasn't until I was half way up the stairs in his arms that I realised I was. I managed to ask a question. "When will Larry be back?" I squeaked. "Not until Sunday afternoon, you'll be mine all weekend Karen, you belong to me now, but it will do Larry a power of good in his quest for upgrading to senior management, keeping the boss happy is a good thing, don't you think? I am very happy to say." He told me gleefully, as he dashed with me into an enormous bedroom. I was on the bed and being systematically undressed and made love to at the same time. I was as hot as I had ever been; now I knew that I would not have to have been coerced. If Morgan had simply kissed me, or even touched me in a suggestive way, I knew for absolute certain now I would have ended up here anyway! I would have given in and offered myself up to him, Larry or no Larry. And now all I could think of was him driving that pussy ravager of his deep into his pussy, because that's what it was as far as I was concerned, his pussy, not Larry's, not anymore. I have never known a man to be so rapid, one moment I'm heading for the bed, then I'm on it, my clothes are coming off, his are coming off. He is kissing and working me up into a fireball, and then he's in me. Full to the top I am in moments, black cock, and black man all over me. In fact he engulfed me; he seemed to be on both sides, under me and certainly on top of me. I was cocooned in black skin and filled with black cock. Oh Jesus it was so fantastically good he forced a climax out of me that nearly decapitated me. Karen Was Meek, But Not Too Mild Morgan set about fucking me like Larry never has, nor ever would I knew now. I remembered my friends ribbing me for not being experimental enough before I married, well if they could see me now! I was experimenting full scale, and being very much the subject of experimentation too. Morgan was the most consummate of lovers, he also has the stamina of a horse, and the powerful cock of one too. He gave me that what no one ever had the fucking and loving that women dream of. He was all powerful, gentle, considerate, consuming, masterful and equal in every way. I had orgasm on top of orgasm. I was electrified, charged with atom particles. I don't think I will ever achieve that level again, they say the first big one is remembered forever; well I will remember this one for all of my life. As I regained my senses and was cuddled up under him, I had to use the bathroom so I squiggled away.When I came back I sat on the edge of the bed and examined him with my all seeing eyes. I was seeing a good looking black man, one I had never checked out before in my life. His head was rounded, tight curly hair, a handsome face in a rugged sort of way. A damn fine body, flat and broad chested, a flowing abdomen, his beautiful cock was laid to one side. I picked it up, and toyed with it, his legs are strong and hard. I then looked into his eyes, I talked to them. "Where do I go from here?" I asked them. "What is going to happen, what's going down?" They returned my look but said nothing in return. I leaned over and kissed his bell end, it twitched. I could smell cum on him, and sweat too, mine and his, the aroma was aphrodisiacal to me. "Come on Morgan I need you in the shower with me, I let go of his cock and took his hand and pulled him after me. I leaned in and turned on the water. Then I spun around into his arms, he towered over me, 6ft 2" against 5ft nothing is a big difference. And I suppose about 100lbs or so. I stepped in and he enveloped me, it was like entering a dark cloud on a rainy dark day. I seemed to disappear into him completely, he engulfed me again. I turned him around and held him in my tiny arms, using a soap I washed his cock and balls, as I did it began to grow. It was an amazing feeling as it got bigger; it made me shudder in delight and expectation. I slid to my knees behind him and reached under to continue my ministrations, his cock grew and grew. Morgan turned then, his cock was pointing right where it demanded to go, my mouth opened on automatic and in it went. My eyes locked on the base and his stomach, I have never seen a sight such as the one before me that day. It fried my brain, I was utterly aroused, so turned on to know that this man had such a hold on me that it was knee bending. I paid homage the only way I could to him. I had it in my mouth, laying on my tongue was my very own WMD, my own weapon of mass destruction! I stroked his hairy balls, sucked as hard as I could, I have sucked Larry off lots of times but I don't think I gave him what I was trying to give to my dark lover. The feeling of being mastered was driving me on, but he wasn't forcing himself on me, it was the way he was and is, I was surrendering myself to him. Willingly and gleefully accepting the fact that he could and would beat me in everything we did, without him using his mastery over me. I attacked him long and hard, with loving viciousness, and I used my teeth as part of my intent. I was determined to make him fill my body from the opposite end to where he had been, I succeeded, he gripped my head, rammed his knees forward and exploded into my waiting willing mouth, the taste of him was gorgeous, it made me cum too. I held it in my mouth and on my tongue for as long as I could, I needed to savour the taste and smell of him. It was delicious, so lovely, and sweet at the same time as having a slightly salty edge, I loved it totally. Looking up at him I saw a man who knew his woman, or women, I wasn't sure of anything yet, how to please her, how she needed and wanted to be loved and fucked. And, and this is the point of it as far as I was concerned, what he was able to do, did do, and was doing with me, and to me. In my humble opinion is what every woman should want from a man, her man? He took me back to bed, and we slept, I spent the whole night in his arms one way or another. The feeling I was owned and belonged to another man who wasn't my husband gave me the shivers, knowing it turned me on and kept me turned on. When I awoke the following morning I was alone, but I could smell cooking, I had a long leisurely shower, dressed in new clothes and made my way downstairs. Morgan was in nothing but a pair of shorts, I went to him and he collected me like a stray waif. He picked me up, sat me on the kitchen table, pushed me back and got down to business, he jammed his thick tongue into me, his finger found the bit that blows my mind, and off I went like a fire cracker. "Oh God Morgan, how do you do it?" I gasped, from the very first time he got me to here and now, I was beginning to understand just how little I really knew about sex, this man was a professor, with a fellowship in sex. He reamed my ass, it smashed me to bits on the rocks of the orgasmic shores. He really put me under when he used my ass and pussy like a kid's lollipop. Huge long licks from top to bottom, or was it bottom to top, whatever it was I couldn't stand it. I tried to push him away but his grip on my thighs was stronger than mine on his head, he won! We had a very long brunch outside in the morning sun, then we went swimming, where loving was part of the fun, skinny dipping is great fun with the right person, and trying to do the breast stroke while you have a finger buried tight in your ass is almost an impossibility, take my word for it, but terrific fun. That afternoon he got my ass proper, I knew he would, he had played with it all day. I hadn't had it there before and told him do. He answered that with, "Well today is your birthday, and I'm going to fill your back end with my special cream." It made me laugh, but I was apprehensive about it. I also knew there was not going to be any other result than him having me there either, rain or shine! And he did it on the sun lounger, he poured suntan oil all around it, poke some in with his finger, made me suck him to an erection then got over me. He was gentle but dominant too, he took what he wanted knowing I wouldn't contest his supremacy. As he entered me, I felt my ass give way to it, it actually felt like a thick baseball bat up there at first, I did as he commanded, I tried to relax, and let it happen. He got ryhmical, I got stuffed, he slid back and forth speeding up slowly until he wasusing balanced strokes, soon I was moaning, gasping, holding on to the edge of the bed. It was about then that I felt my body change, I suppose it was because what ever he wanted, so did I. I started to tingle from my rear end to my pussy, to my nipples, around my tummy and down to my ankles, the rest followed. Soon I was grunting in time with him, he had his hands under me, my clit got it and so did my nipples. Then he hit me with one enormous thrusting bang, and I felt him cum in me. My stomach turned to mush, his semen spread about in me, I could feel the heat of it. I relaxed completely then, I wallowed under him in animalistic contentment. When he slowly pulled out it left me feeling bereft, and empty. We hardly dressed at all that weekend, the only garments we wore were swimming trunks, but they didn't stay on for long. He also said to me. "I would like to see what you look like with blond hair." I looked at him and said. "I will be blond by next week I promise," I asked him what kind of blond did he like; he picked up a magazine and showed me. "You've got it Morgan, eyebrows too?" I asked. "Yes those too," he told me. "Shall I grow my hair long as well, do you prefer long blond, and blue?" "That'll be great Karen, just great," he leaned over and we kissed, it really was a lovers kiss. Without thinking of what I was saying, I blurted out that I loved him. He just looked at me and said nothing. I could have kicked myself, that was probably the last thing he had wanted to hear. "I have some work to do, I'll be an hour or so okay?" he told me and disappeared into the house. I was left mortified, why the hell had I just said that, I wasn't even sure if I meant it. He came back his usual self," Come on," he said, we're going out, I hurriedly dressed not knowing where we were going. We ended up boating on the river, he was like a child, I had a great time but he had a whale of a time. He nearly sank us three times before we made it back. When we got to the house there was alight flashing in the hall. "Ah," he said, "that's the return call I've been waiting for." He left me again, but not before he nodded at the stairs, "up you go, and be ready for me, five minutes is all you've got." He went, and I raced up, I had a quick shower, and put on the brand new sexy and very lacy underwear I had bought for Larry. I quickly did my face and fortunately when I looked in the mirror I looked good, very good too, I thought. When he came in he was undressing as he went, I saw that look in his eyes, the told me to beware, 'cometh the hour, cometh the man!' He yanked my thong off ripping it in two, then he was on me and I was being pounded like you wouldn't believe, it was fabulously fantastic, how can a man fuck like that, I wondered. He totally destroyed me in the sexual battering he mounted on me. And I loved every second of it, I held him tight, I gave him my love, I couldn't do anything else, there as no way I could hammer back at him, he was deranged in a loving way. We stayed more or less locked together the rest of the weekend, I did love him, I knew it, but now I couldn't tell him could I? When Larry showed up I was already wishing he would leave again. He greeted me sheepishly. I didn't even listen, he had given me to Morgan, a black man, he had taken me and used me in every way a woman can be used, and I had ended up loving him and it, he had taken for his own completely. I wanted to tell him, I love him Larry, what do you have to say about that? I thought to myself. Morgan told him he needed to talk, and I gor left again, I made my way up to pack, I was desolate, I wanted to stay, be with Morgan and subject myself to him totally. I haerd a door bang, and a car start up, I looked out of the window and Larry was driving off. I hurried down to see what was happening. "Where's Larry, I saw him drive away Morgan?" "He's on his way to the United States, California to be exact, he's going to be attached to head office for two years, he won't be back for a while." I was dumb struck. "But what about me," I said, "why has he gone just like that, without saying a word?" I asked incredulously. "Because he was made an offer he couldn't refuse, go to the US or lose your job," I told him, "that's why I was on the phone a lot, I was arranging it." "But why, I don't understand Morgan, I really don't." "By the time he gets back, he and you will be divorced, and you will be Mrs Morgan Hedley, you did tell me you loved me didn't you, or was I hearing things?" He said smiling at me. "Yes I did, and I do," I said, more than astonished, "but this, this is too much to take in all at once," I murmured. "Good because although he is the best we've got, he doesn't deserve you, any man who offers his wife as a bribe isn't worth a light." "Take in?" he repeated, "all you need to do right now Karen is get your beautiful ass up those stairs and get ready to take this thing in!" He undid his pants and waved his beautiful sensuous sexy black dick at me, and laughed. "I just can't wait to be your blond Mrs Hedley," I told him, landing a kiss as I dashed up stairs to wait to be ram rodded, rail roaded, shagged or fucked, what ever he wanted it was his, I was his, oh was I his! The thought, black on blond skittered through my mind like a wave on a tropical shore.