“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuucck!” Shelly screams, as her body convulses in an orgasmic tremor, sending a succession of rhythmic shivers through her pussy and her ass. I hold her ass cheeks tightly against me, until she collapses on the bed, disengaging herself from my spent cock. I plop down next to her wrapping my arm around her shoulders, both of us gasping for air.
“Your first ass fuck, Mike.” Shelly says, rolling over on her back. “What did you think?” She asks, as I reach over and caress her massive tits.
“Wow!” I answer. “Very tight and I didn’t last very long because of it. It was awesome, but I still like your pussy better.” I tell her, as I knead her breast with my hand. I can’t even get my hand around it. “Have I told you how much I love your tits?” I ask Shelly, as my fingers tease her thick nipples.
“No, but you’ve been pretty obvious about it.” She smiles, glancing down at my hand. “My doctor has suggested breast reduction surgery, but I’m not sure.” She says. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know what the health risks are, but I think they’re perfect.” I answer, licking around her large areola.
“The last time I saw my doctor, he was hefting, squeezing and measuring all around them.” She says. “I’m not sure that he wasn’t just getting off playing with my tits. Halfway through the examination, my nipples got hard and I was tempted to turn into Shelly the slut right there in his office.” She laughs.
“Yeah, I wanted to ask you about that.” I tell her, leaning up on my elbow, so I can see her face. “What’s with the self degradation? I mean, calling yourself a slut and a whore, why do you do it?” I ask.
“Does it bother you?” She asks seriously.
“At first it did, especially when you called yourself my black slut or black whore. It kind of felt like what Barbara was saying about the plantation owner and slave girls.” I tell her.
“No! It wasn’t like that at all.” She admonishes me. “The quick answer is that I like talking nasty during sex, it turns me on.” She says, looking at the clock. “We don’t have time for the long answer, because I have to take a shower before I go home.” She says, rolling over and getting off the bed. “I’m sorry if it bothered you. It was all in fun.” She says, kissing my cheek as she gets up.
“How about if I wash your back and you can give me the long answer in the shower.” I tell her, as I roll off the bed on the other side. My cock starts recovering, as I watch her bare ass ripple seductively, while she walks towards the bathroom.
“Okay, but we can’t take too long.” She smiles over her shoulder at me.
“So, what’s the long version regarding the self degradation?” I say, as I lather soap all over her tits, lifting them and squeezing the firm, dark flesh.
“It’s a way to escape reality, Mike.” She says, rubbing soap on her hands and lathering it on my chest. “We all need a break from reality now and then. I think that’s at the core of why people cheat. I know Cyn and Barbara feel differently, but I understand why it happens. I don’t necessarily condone it, but I understand it.” She says, as her nipples stiffen from my touch and her soapy hands move down across my abdomen.
“When a married couple has sex, they bring all their baggage to the bedroom with them; financial troubles, disagreements about disciplining the kids, where to take vacation, everything! But with a stranger, like what we did tonight.” She continues, as her hands lather soap over my cock and balls. “It’s just sex. Taking on a different persona; behaving like a slut, makes it that much more removed from reality.” She continues, while stroking up and down my cock and running her fingernails across my balls.
“If I had come here as Dr. Shelly, PHD in Clinical Psychology, I’d have brought at least some of that baggage with me.” She adds, as I start humping my hard cock into her hand and pinching her nipples between my fingers. “It’s just a form of role playing, Mike. Next time I might be a domineering mother figure, or a Catholic school girl.” She says, smiling at me. “Aren’t you sorry you asked?” She says, pumping her soapy hand up and down my hard cock, as her other hand lathers soap all over my ass cheeks.
“Not at all.” I pant, as Shelly runs one finger between my ass cheeks while continuing to jack my hard cock with her hand. “I especially liked the part about next time.” I smile at her, as my balls constrict. “Oh God! You’re making me cum again.” I moan, as I continue mauling her huge tits.
“That’s what sluts do.” She says, matter-of-factly, just as I shoot a thick stream of cum all over her arm. She continues stroking up and down my cock until she’s milked out every drop of cum. Rinsing off her arm, she pulls me into a tight embrace.
“What about you, Mike?” She asks, as she presses her body against mine and lathers soap over my back and shoulders. “Why are you here, fucking a black woman who’s twice your age?” She says, pulling her head back to look me in the eye.
“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. “Before Tuesday, I had never even been with a black woman but…”
“But now you’ll never go back?” Shelly interjects, laughing.
“Well, I don’t know about never, but if what I’ve experienced since Tuesday is any example, I’m hooked for life.” I smile, pressing my lips to hers. Her soapy tits slip around on my chest, as we kiss passionately and grind our bodies together.
“Time to go.” She says, breaking the kiss and rinsing the soap off her body. I watch her towel off and get dressed, mesmerized by the voluptuous, hourglass shape of her sexy, black body.
On the drive to her house, I watch her metamorphous back into Dr. Shelly, wife and mother. She’s subdued, professional and our conversation has none of the sexual overtones that dominated the rest of the evening.
“Will there be a next time?” I ask, as I park the car in front of her house.
“Of course, Mike.” She says, patting my thigh. “Just not too many next times or we’ll start bringing our own baggage.” She smiles, as she gets out of the car and hurries into her house.
Wow! What a fucking evening! The high school cheerleader party, with Amber tomorrow night, is going to seem like kindergarten by comparison. I drive home, flop on my bed and sleep like a baby.
Cyn leaves me three messages while I’m in classes on Friday and we finally connect about four o’clock in the afternoon.
“How was Shelly?” She asks.
“Absolutely amazing, Cyn.” I tell her as I’m walking across campus to my car. “She was everything you said she’d be and more.”
“She said the same thing about you.” She says, laughing. “I guess I’ll have to find someone new for myself.” She teases.
“Not a chance.” I tell her, honestly. As exciting as Shelly was, her slutty urgency was a little overwhelming. “I’m sorry I missed your calls today.” I say. “I had classes all day.”
“It’s okay,” She says. “We couldn’t have gotten together anyway. My son has a stomachache and didn’t go to school. I was just checking up on last night.”
“Speaking of last night, what was with Barbara?” I ask, remembering how breathtakingly sexy she looked. “That was a little weird.”
“Barbara is fine.” Cyn assures me. “You probably gathered that she’s not very trusting.” She says.
“Sounds like an understatement.” I tell her as I arrive at my car and throw my books in the back seat. Cyn is quiet for a few seconds.
“So are you coming next Thursday night?” She asks.
“Do I have to wait until next Thursday to see you?” I ask, trying not to sound as disappointed as I am.
“Probably, but if an opportunity presents itself, I’ll call you, okay?” She says, quietly. “Hey, I have to go. My son is awake.”
“See you soon.” I say. “Call me even if it’s only for coffee at Starbucks.” I tell her.
“Thanks, Mike.” We hang up and I go home to get ready for my ‘date’ with Amber.