A bored wife and her first black lover

It was morning as Karen looked out across the garden. Her face was still and calm. A gentle patience in her eyes. She often enjoyed the view from the house. So quiet and peaceful. Autumn always brought so many different colors to life. Shown in the leaves which lay discarded and scattered on the ground. Golds, amber and browns. The lawn itself stretched down to the small stream that in turn, ran out into the nearby woods. She liked to go walking there. Especially at this time of the year. For now, the view was enough. Her husband had the conservatory built the year before. Facing south, the glass room was bright all year around. They had lived here for a comparatively short time but Karen knew it was a place she would never want to leave.

Tom had chosen the house as he made most of his decisions. Now he wanted to move back to the city. Karen let out a long, deep sigh. The magazine lay opened across her knee. She had hardly looked at it and half-heartedly turned one of the pages. With a slow, casual movement she reached beside her to the table and picked up the tea cup. Steam rose from the brim as she lifted it to her lips and sipped. Karen was a naturally beautiful woman. Her hair was exceptionally dark. Shoulder length and light permed. The smoothness and white of her skin was quite something along with her face which was suitably elegant, defined and crisp. At 35 years of age her deep, brown eyes could still hold any glancing look. It felt good to be desired. Even by Tom's brash, loud friends that made passes at her behind his back. Her legs where long, her thighs rounded and her breasts where large and firm to the touch. Karen had modeled in her teens. That had been when she had first met Tom, now a successful publisher as well as her husband. Though now, as the years grew on she found that he had less use for her at the parties and advertising events. He was still attracted to her certainly enough. They still shared a bed together and their sex life remained vigorous and healthy. Tom had never had a problem there. Recently though she had scented something different in him. Maybe the inclusion of another woman. Tom had never wanted children. He had no time for them. Perhaps it would have been different if he had. She had come from a large family. Three sisters and two brothers and had always planned to start one of her own. Her mother was always quizzing her about it. She almost felt time slipping away from her and knew she was not the same woman that she had been a year ago. When the whole business had first begun.

Few women that have been stalked recall the experience as a pleasant one. The fear and apprehension. Such was the case for Karen. At least in the beginning. All from a man she had never spoken too until a week ago. She had seen him eventually. Through a pane of glass with a policeman at her side. He had told her not to worry. That it was over now. Over. The flash of him in her wing mirror; the letters pushed through the door. The telephone calls to the house. This was how she knew this man and now he was out. He had come for her and there seemed nothing else in her life that meant as much. Not now. It was perfect. When a sound came she did not look up. He was coming. Coming for what she had done to him. Both the front and rear doors to the house where unlocked. It would be easy for him. As they had arranged. The note had said 'today. 3 o'clock'. Tom would not be home until late and it was unlikely any of her friends would call by. Today was perfect.

A creak came from the hall. Karen continued reading but soon felt her breath rising and a knumbess appear in the tips of her fingers. She had been there a long time. Waiting. Up early to sit in front of her dresser and make herself look as lovely as she knew she could. She took a second to compose herself then put the magazine onto the coffee table. What she was doing could never be understood or explained. There was simply no reason for what Karen felt. She looked down to the wedding band on her finger.
'Hello' came the voice. The sound was smooth and Karen felt a light shiver run down her back. When she turned her head he was there. Leon. He lent against the wall; a smile upon his face. Though his humor did not hide his look of intent. The look of lust and anger inside him. Karen saw it. She had seen and been excited by it the first time they had met face to face. When Leon had last come to the house. Like then, Karen could not hide her attraction to him. At least not on the inside. Her feelings of shame matched by her growing desire. She had been to bed with different men but never a black man. His chocolate colored skin was an offset from his deep white eyes and his figure would best be described as broad. He wore a dark coat and trousers which had a new look about them. She turned a little in her seat and looked back across the room at him.

Leon. The man who had stalked her for months prior to his eventual arrest. He had harassed several other women that she knew of. All white but it had been Karen's evidence that had put him away. She had been so eager. Riding the streets of another pervert. Her friends and family had all been behind her. Saying it was the right thing to do. She had been so willing to see the back of him. Though since then she had thought about him every day. Now three months later he was back.
'You stay right there' he said, his voice cold and cautious. Silently he reached into the pocket of his coat and withdrew a knife. Karen didn't move. She gazed down at the blade and felt a chill run down her spine a second time. Her hands tightened on the arms of the chair. Somehow she knew he would'nt hurt her but the possibility excited her even more. Her heart began to pound. Faster until it grew to a heavy, dull beat in her chest. Her eyes wandered up to him then back to where the sharpness of knife pointed towards her. It was an addition she had not expected. "Don't fucking move' he said softly.
'Yes...yes' Karen replied. She was hardly able to say the words but when they appeared they seemed clear and purposeful. Karen ran her tongue discreetly over her lips. She had a feeling she had not experienced since her younger years. The feeling of intimidation was more than she had ever expected.
'Is there anyone else here?' Leon asked stepping towards her. Karen shook her head. 'Anyone later?'.
'No. one' she said.

He grinned and walked into the glass room. For a second he looked over the garden. The stairs creaked heavily as he stepped down them. His eyes turning firmly on her body. She hadn't moved since he had arrived. The strong look of need in her eyes. Her figure as always perfectly styled in a smart, stylish cream dress. Her body was as perfectly presented and manicured as ever. Leon appreciated a woman who took such pride in her appearance. Smiling he ran his pupils slowly up her smooth, waxed legs then up to her tits. The woman had very nice breasts. Full and well shaped. She didn't respond as he looked at her. Returning his look with measured control. The knife came forward. He moved it towards her face then recalled the tip slightly until her gaze fell to the blade. 'It would be so easy' he said softly. For the first time a ripple ran over her lips. She swallowed but still her hands seemed like ice on the arms of the chair. Leon smiled. He was so excited to be here. This house. Everything was so perfect. The beauty of the woman. Despite everything that had happened between them still took him over.
'Is that your dress? he asked. 'Or did 'he' buy it for you?'.
'It's mine' Karen replied. He was so close. She looked over the shape of his shirt. The shape and obvious strength of his torso beneath.
'I like it more then' he said.

The definitive straining came from within his trousers. Karen could feel it. Sense it somehow. He stepped in, putting his face close. The scent was of perfume and faint hair spray. Feminine odours that did little to dispell his desire. Then gently he laid his hand on her shoulder. Her skin felt smooth and cold to the touch. She was so beautiful. Suddenly gripped he slipped his hand down and over her breast. She was so firm and he felt her body stiffen. Karen grasped the chair with her hand but stayed quite still as his big hand reached across and touched her other breast. His palm seemed warm as he gently squeezed. The thin dress unable to prevent the friction between his palm and her sensitive nipples. She could feel the heat and lust coming off him as he felt her tits. Then, as he finished he traced his finger up between her cleavage, up her neck and lifted her chin. She looked up at him. His arms strong and powerful. There was intent there. She could see it and felt her throat go dry. Leon was everything that her husband was not. He moved the hand containing the knife and placed it on the table. That part of the day was over but Karen knew that another was just beginning. The side of her lip curled into a faint smile. For the first time in an age she felt so needed. So strongly desired by this man. Suddenly his head fell and theirs mouths met. Karen reached up, placing her hand around his neck as they pressed against each other. She opened her lips and felt his tongue against hers. The sensation sent a pulse through her whole being. With a groan Leon's hand fell, sliding onto her hip and thigh.

They parted. The taste of him on her lips. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and moved to the edge of the chair. Karen's hand came out and rested against his crotch. Pressing lightly around him. Feeling his urgency within. His cock was hard and she could feel how big he was.
'Lets go upstairs' she said. Leon did not reply as Karen stood. He was 5 or 6 inches taller than she was though his broad bulk tipped the scales considerably. She looked past him. Proudly standing tall. Feeling high, thrilled even. Leon followed as she led him through the lounge. Then slowly, the two of them began climbing the stairs together. His eyes washing over her legs and her ass. The kind of need only a woman has. His feet heavy. With a deep breath she turned on the landing. The air upstairs tasted fresh. It was impeccable as was the rest of the house. Bright and spotless. She had always prided herself on that. They walked along the hall towards the bedroom and in. Karen swallowed dryly as she turned and watched the large man close the door behind him. She looked at him, her eyes crisp and clear. A deep eroticsm inside her for what she was about to do. It had been some years since she had made love to another man. The room itself was as neat as the rest of the house. With a large iron bed and two wooden dressers. The walls where off-white and a large mirror huge above the head of the bed. Karen cast her eye over the furniture. It had cost Tom a lot of money. The fresh scent and the bed she and her husband had used for several years. Leon walked up to her. His hands met her waist and they kissed again. He pressed against her.

Leon's hands reached behind and Karen felt him unfasten the zip of her dress. She stood, looking into his eyes as he slid the straps down her arms and the garment fall to the floor. His excitement was obvious. He ran his eager gaze down her figure then began to unfasten his trousers.
'Your a hot woman' he repeated to himself then turned and sat on the bed, his long cock standing up in his lap as he slid down his trousers. Karen looked at it without any trace of emotion. He was bigger than she had ever thought. Dark like his skin. Full, thick and hard. Pausing for a moment she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. Leon's eyes fell as she let it come away in her hands. Dropping it to the floor. Again she waited before putting her fingers to her hips and sliding down her underwear. Karen stood, naked in front of him. It was a little cold in the room and her round, flat nipples felt particularly prone. She did not feel wrong. It felt so natural being here with another man. With Leon. Only the deep longing of him and the look of passion in his face. It made her feel special to have his eyes running all over her body. She looked down where he was lying, looking at her between his legs. The base of his cock was in his hand and it was standing up in the air. Easily 8 inches of cock. Karen made a fist with her hands. Her body seemed to throb as this man lay looking at her. Clearly aroused by what he saw. 'Put your shoes back on' he told her. Without question Karen slid on the high heels. For some reason it felt right. Like her body where on a pedestal of some kind. 'Now climb on here' he added. She put up her foot on the bed. It was quite high and staggering, she climbed and steadied herself. The man reached out and took her ankle. Grinning he guided her leg over him, so that she stood over his body looking down.

Karen ran her tongue over her lips. Her body warm. Prepared naturally for sex. Gently she bent her knees until the head of his hard cock touched her. Leon reached and took her beneath her rounded thighs, running his palm over her skin. Karen put her hand onto the bed to steady herself before lifting her hips and resting herself on his cock. She felt the tip right away, large at the entrance to her body. 'Oh fuck' Leon gasped. Karen joined him, moaning out loud as she felt his cock bend but stand firm. With a cold shudder she lowered herself onto him. Leon's hands rose to her hips, bringing her down. As her body parted her mouth opened too. Her fists clasping the sheets as his cock worked it's way inside her. The stretching came. It felt so big. Her eyes wavered as she accustomed herself to his size. Slowly she began to rise and fall, lifting her hips up and down. Each time taking a little more as she stared down lovingly into the face of Leon.

Leon groaned out loud as she fucked him. His hands came up and held her breasts as she in turn sighed and rolled gently back and forth. It felt beautiful. Wonderful even. Shutting her eyes she sat astride him. His cock stiff and hard inside her. It was so deep. She pushed further and felt him twitch. Gradually she rocked her hips, the pressure building as she pushed herself onto him. The mans hands slipped all over her. Touching her face, tits and legs. He reached up and brushed her hair away from her face. For some moments she rode, feeling his warm breath rising up. The tightness beginning to subdue. There was only the wet loving hug of her sex. She shut her eyes and moaned, concentrating hard on the task at hand. Her orgasm was building. She could feel it growing inside brought on from every movement of his cock. When she opened her eyes Leon's own where wide and staring up at her.

'I want to fuck you' he wavered.
'Yes..yes darling' she replied. Karen lifted herself from his beautiful cock. He slipped out of her easily and she watched as he rolled off the bed. Wet from her own body. She rolled onto her back. The slowness of the past moments was over. Karen looked up, breathing slowly and admiring his toned figure. There was such power there. She groaned as he stood over her and quickly pinned her legs apart. She lay helplessly. Warm, wet and exposed as he pushed into her. His stiffness was amazing and his cock once more slid firmly but fully to the hilt. They both shared a moment, moaning out loud before Leon's great hips began rolling back and forth. Karen felt his strokes growing in urgency. His balls rapidly meeting her body and the suddenness of her orgasm rise again through her belly and thighs. Her calfs stiffened against his arms as she came and for a second her heart seemed to stop. She moaned. A blinding light. It lasted only a second. Karen opened her eyes to find her body being driven back harder into the bed. Desperate strokes. She took the brunt of Leon's eager fucking. His sweat collecting on his head and the same look of intent on his face.

Karen seemed to shake all over. The stiff, hot plowing of his cock. The mans hand came down and he briefly felt each of her breasts. His bulk leaning over her, shaking around his gut. His arms implanted either side her waist, keeping her legs spread. Their skin sweaty in the growing heat of the room. Karen reached out and took his arm. Holding herself torte. She hadnt been fucked like this for a long time and how she needed it. Inside and out his urgency was building. The heavy smacking of his balls between her thighs.
'Yeah..yeah fuck yeah' Leon gasped. The bed was rocking heavily back and forth. Quickly as his cock plowed deep into Karen. 'Oh yeah I'm gonna come'. He blew out hard and continued thrusting. Karen could see the concentration on his face. For the first time she realized how much he was trying to impress her.
'Yes...thats it darling' she encouraged, willing his orgasm and the warm feeling of his cock deep inside her. Suddenly the bed stopped moving and Leon gasped out loud. He put his head back and staggered forwards. His hot, white seed spurting. Heavily and complete.

The two of them remained locked together. Leon thrusting gently until he had finished. wiping his brow he withdrew his cock. It was wet but came from her cunt with a little tug. Karen immediately missed the feeling. She lay flat on the bed and took a long deep breath. Leon walked to the window seat as she sat up and brought her legs together. It had been better than she had imagined. So wrong she knew but so right as well. Tom certainly couldn't make her feel the way this new man did. Standing gingerly Karen went to the bedroom door and slipped a gown around her shoulders. Returning to the bed she sat and looked towards the man who had stalked and so frightened her nearly four years ago. She wondered what her friends, family or even tom would think of it. The fact that she was now intimate with him. They would probably ask her how she could do it. How could she bring herself down to his level.

Leon walked back to the bed. His cock was hanging, limp but large and eye catching. Karen let her gaze fall to it and posed seductively. She hoped Leon might be ready for another session but the look in his eyes said otherwise. They would play this game again. One of her own design that suited them both. He began to pull on his trousers, his shirt then his shoes. He was leaving but Karen knew he would be back. As he stood he came to the bed. 'I'll see you on Monday' he said. 'Leave the doors unlocked'. Karen nodded as he ran a look longingly over her body. She lifted her head as he kissed her full on the lips. His hand on her shoulder. Hungry and needy. Then he was gone.