One story…two perspectives. This is Jane’s story.
She was a woman that loved and adored her husband, but who also, deep down inside, craved sexual fulfilment…something her husband had never been able to give her.
This is the tale of that woman, and her struggle. A woman torn between the safe, loving life she knew, and the undeniable sexual chemistry with the beautiful, charismatic black man that was pursuing her.
This is the story of a woman, fighting to resist temptation, and the lure of raw, pure, unadulterated sexual ecstasy…the like of which she has never known…but had longed for her whole life; but which threatened to jeopardise all she held dear.
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It was almost seven months, to the day. At times, when I was busy, when I was swept up by the rigours of daily life…it felt like a lifetime ago. And yet…when the humdrum slowed, and I found solitude and closed my eyes, the memories came flooding back and they remained so fresh and vivid, it might as well have happened only yesterday. I could still see him clearly in my mind’s eye. I could smell him, taste him, feel him. Jesus, how he felt, and the way he had made me feel…I knew they would be burned into my soul for the rest of my days. And for that reason, I knew that the events of that night would continue to haunt me forever. That knowledge terrified me to my very core.
A gentle, throbbing sense of fear was now my almost constant companion. Weighing heavily, and uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. It was a sensation that I hated, but at the same time had come to accept and live with. If this was to be my punishment, my penance, so then be it. But you need to understand, it wasn’t the fear of being caught out. It wasn’t that. In the immediate hours and days afterwards, the physical pain I had felt, brought about by the dreadful mixture of crushing guilt, and unwavering terror that you would discover my infidelity, weighed so heavily that I am amazed that I didn’t unravel completely. I have no real recollection of the last few days of our holiday. They are still a bit of a haze.
That sense of dread only began to subside after we walked back in through our front door. The distance, both physically and emotionally from that island, and the familiarity of home brought a modicum of comfort. The worry of being discovered began to wane. The nausea I felt at the pain it would cause you, slowly subsided. The guilt…that took much, much longer. But it did fade. You might ask how? Well, it took a lot of emotional hand wringing for me to finally be able to come to terms with what I had done, and why it happened. I had cheated on my husband, my soul mate, with an almost complete stranger. I had broken my sacred wedding vows, I had been intimate with another man and I had kept that secret hidden from the man who I had stood before Christ, our family and friends with, and promised to be faithful to.
And yet, I no longer feel guilty about that. That admission makes me sound like a monster. Am I? Am I a cold hearted, psychopathic bitch who stamps on people’s feelings and cares nothing for those she hurts? The answer is an emphatic no. I am merely a woman; a woman who was just too weak to resist temptation. Maybe the ultimate temptation. And it’s that fact that helped me come to terms with my guilt. Charles wasn’t just another man. He was, and most likely always will be…my perfect man; in all but one sense. We met each other too late. Should I have resisted…yes; could I have resisted? No. In the cold light of day, being truly introspective…I was powerless to resist him. Married, single…it was irrelevant. He wanted me. End of story.
And yet…I continue to resist. This is now my choice. And every day I resist, I take a small step to trying to make amends. karma may decide that I can never mend what I broke, but every day is a step closer. And this is where the fear comes in. Ever present. Not a fear of the past. The fear I live with is about the future. The terrible thing about opening Pandora’s box isn’t what happens when you are bathed in its delights, it’s how you live with yourself when you close it and have to return to the darkness.
That’s how it is with Charles. The knowledge that he is out there. The memory of that night, what that man did to me, how he made me feel…and the knowledge that I will never experience it again. As much as I love my husband, that night reinforced the fact, if I ever needed it, that not all men are born the same. And I don’t just mean the sex. But yes, I know you want to hear all about that. So I will indulge you…
Firstly, the word, ‘sex’…will never be enough. I’ve had all different types of sex in my life. Good sex, mediocre sex, amazing sex…at least, what I considered to be amazing sex at the time. But Charles transcended all preconceived notions or definitions of what I thought sex was. We didn’t have sex, we didn’t screw, we didn’t fuck and we didn’t make love. It would have been all of the above. The closest definition of what it would Escort bayan have been is…mating, in the most primeval sense possible. He touched places inside me, which I didn’t even know existed. I don’t just mean physically. Although he did that too. The man would put any Arabian stallion to shame.
To talk about his manhood, would wrongly objectify it as being nothing more than a big black cock and demean it as simply an object of sexual gratification. But…it cannot be denied; his manhood was beautiful. My coquettish gaze had feasted on his obscene crotch for hours as we had flirted in the tub, and my fingers hungrily groped for him through the material, but when I first laid eyes on that huge expanse of raw, throbbing, voluptuous, black flesh, I had what I can only describe as an epiphany. It was a cock to fall in love with. And it was the most beautiful, sensual and erotic thing I had ever seen.
He knew it too. His fingers had reached for mine, and gently but firmly pulled them from his groin. His eyes flashing as he broke our lust filled kiss and I knew he was going to make me savour every moment. I drew my arm from around his neck, and felt him push me slowly back down into the tub, the neon foaming water bubbling gently around my shoulders and full breasts. I gazed up at him whilst he towered above me. All dark flesh and rippling muscles. Those incredibly defined, silky smooth thighs parted, emphasising that massive expanse of taut white cotton, stretched so provocatively across his bowing manhood.
I remember he stood there for a long moment. Allowing my eyes to greedily roam over his crotch, like I was burning the image into my memory. I still shiver when I close my eyes and recall that moment. The water had splashed onto his thong, which meant the cotton draped…that’s the only way I can describe it…draped and clung over and around his cock. Teasingly, the now wet cotton had become semi-transparent but not quite sheer, so as I gazed at the outline of a thick, heavy slab of dark flesh, I could only marvel at what was about to be revealed.
I could feel my fingertips tingling. I was aching to touch it; to see it…
Before I could do that, I felt his strong hand slide through my hair once more. Guiding my head forward. My lips creased into a knowing smile and a soft sigh escaped between them as I was drawn to his crotch. My eyes closing as my cheek brushed against that damp cotton. The heat from his manhood was unreal as I felt that huge slab of flesh throbbing against my skin. I moaned as I let my head fall back, letting his thick, bowing shaft slide against me as I began to nuzzle gently into his thong. My thick locks tumbling down and tickling his thighs.
I inhaled deeply. His powerful, beautiful musky aroma filling my senses and making me dizzy. God, he smelt incredible. I’d never smelt a man like him. And so, slowly twisting my head and neck, I allowed his obscenely tenting bulge to graze my lips and nose before nuzzling my other cheek along him. My full, soft lips parting, and instinctively brushing the wet, musky cotton, before slowly puckering and caressing his hot, throbbing flesh through it. And I found myself planting soft, loving kisses all along that taut white thong. My lips sealing to his thick, bowing shaft, over and over.
I was utterly lost.
And yet, I needed more, so after one last, lingering French kiss, I drew back from his crotch. Sliding both my thumbs under the thin waistband of that heaving thong, I tilted my head back and gazed up at him with wide eyes. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His look told me everything I needed to know. And so as I swept my gaze downwards once more, I slowly hooked my fingers around the strap, and began to ease it slowly down along the crease of his thigh and hips. And as I did so, with trembling fingers, I felt his huge, aroused cock straining to escape from its cage, the thick organ arching like a bow as the waistband of his thong slid down along his length, slowly revealing an expanse of smooth, dark flesh and a mass of black wiry hairs.
“Fuck.”
Was all I managed to gasp. The thick base of his cock reminded me of the trunk of a mighty oak, striated with veins and ridges. And as I slowly drew the thong down, my amazement grew as more dark flesh was revealed before my eyes. He had what I had heard my girlfriends describe as ‘a high definition cock’. I now understood what they meant. The dark flesh shimmered in the low light. It had a glossy sheen almost like he had slowly marinated his entire, gargantuan length in a vat of baby oil. The dark, black flesh was ridged and marbled with thick, pronounced veins which pulsed gently as I eased the waistband slowly and lovingly down his length.
I heard a rumble in his throat, as he observed my reaction. My wide eyes and open mouth betraying the mix of awestruck arousal and disbelief at the unerring, and apparently never ending manhood that was being tantalisingly revealed, inch by beautiful inch. His incredible length and monstrous Bayan escort arousal fighting against the tight elastic, so that his cock bowed beautifully. Only the swollen outline of his bulbous, engorged crown straining against the white fabric. It was almost too much to bear, but I remained still for a long, long moment. Allowing my gaze to sweep greedily along his breathtakingly beautiful cock, up over his chiselled stomach, to his gloriously defined chest…and finally to lock eyes with the man himself. I was utterly transfixed, and in deep, deep, all consuming lust with the creature before me. I had never wanted any man as much as I wanted Charles at that precise moment. Even my loving husband. Even in the throes of our most tender love making…I knew they wouldn’t compare to what this man did, and would make me feel.
His dark, beautiful, soulful eyes shimmered and raged with desire for me. I felt it emanating from his whole body in waves of testosterone fuelled arousal and animal like lust. He made me feel like the most delicate, exquisite flower…basking in the heat from a furnace. And so when I couldn’t resist any longer, I finally released him from his confines. Easing the waistband slowly downwards until the spell was broken and his huge, erect, angry phallus whipped upwards…and pulsated in all its majestic glory.
I can’t describe the sound that escaped my lips at that precise moment. It was a once in a lifetime sound that only this man, and this cock could draw from my body. A symphony of desire and wanton arousal and longing…
He slowly sat back, perching upon the very edge of the tub, the warm water softy bubbling around his knees as his legs gently rocked back and forth below the surface. My eyes once again found his magnificent cock. And once again my stomach flipped. It was a miracle to me that something so large and so voluptuous, could stand so wonderfully erect, so proud and unyielding. Pulsing rhythmically along its entire length so it throbbed and twitched gently.
And every time I looked at it, I could only marvel at it. Almost feeling the need to pinch myself. Cocks like this didn’t exist in normal life. They only existed in interracial adult movies, and even then Charles would have made many of those adult male leads look average.
I was torn at that moment. Not in the way I should have been. But I desperately needed him inside me…fucking me…My insides were in turmoil. But as I gazed at his cock, I wanted to taste him. To draw my tongue along his searing flesh. To wrap my soft lips around him and kiss him. Charles made my choice for me. The need to mate was just too powerful. His fingertips found mine, before our fingers interlocked. Instinctively I lifted my left foot up, Charles supporting me as I rose up out of the water slightly, my foot finding the moulded seat where I had been sat in earlier. My right foot found the seat to his left, so I was now straddling both of his huge legs. He leant forward, his full lips brushing against my navel. Causing me to gasp and moan.
And then that exquisite moment when; my eyes locked on his, I flexed my knees and began to slowly lower myself down, until I could feel the heat emanating from his incredible manhood, warming my inner thighs as it gently throbbed just inches from my soaked womanhood. It felt deliciously voluptuous and palpable, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
I stood there, my hands leaving his and running slowly up over my abdomen to cup my heavy, full breasts for a long moment, before sliding them through my thick mane of coppery curls as I arched my back and let my head rock back. His soft kisses over my stomach making me moan. At that moment, I felt so incredibly sexy. And more aroused than I had ever felt.
I could feel the engorged heat radiating from his monstrously thick crown even through my thong. It shimmered like an angry, ripe cherry-coloured peach; throbbing rhythmically, with a strong, unhurried pulse as I hovered above him. And then I felt it brush softly along my sodden, slick gusset. The curve of his bulbous glans parting my puffy, swollen lips as it gently pushed the soaked strip of cotton between them. I moaned deeply at the heavenly sensation, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation.
His beautiful cock swept slowly and softly against my most intimate places, with only a thin sliver of cotton between us. Back and forth…once; twice; three times. And as his crown deftly brushed teased my now throbbing clit, caressing it as softly as a feather…my mouth gaped and I mewed loudly. A low, agonised moan rising to the heavens at the unreal sensation and the incredible hunger of wanting a part of this man inside me.
I felt an ache deep in the pit of my stomach. An ache that I had never experienced in my life. And one I will probably never experience again. It was true, unadulterated longing and it felt like my womb, the very centre of my womanhood, was calling gently to him…pleading with him to let nature take its course.
And as Escort his large finger deftly swept inside my gusset, gently easing it to one side, it did.
That moment. That exquisite feeling as I slowly allowed myself to sink down on him is something I shall never forget. The almost searing heat as his huge, swollen tip brushed my glistening labia made me pant out loud. My juices coating him in a gentle, squishy kiss as our sexual organs touched, flesh on flesh for the first time. I arched my back…hands gripping his arms…nails biting into his skin; exhaling explosively as his cock nuzzled against my silky folds, parting them…before pushing deeper.
I was utterly unprepared for his devastating girth and a deep, animal like groan exploded from within my chest. Catching in my throat; earthy, raw, hungry. My powerful vaginal muscles, unaccustomed to his size, put up a weak, fluttering resistance. But it was brief, and slowly and surely my fleshy, silky soft walls slowly yielded to the inevitable. Succumbing to the combination of his merciless size and the unrelenting pressure, so that as he eased thick inch, after thick inch inside me, my pussy lovingly enveloped him in soft, warm honey and coated him in sweet, sticky nectar. My awed amazement slowly replaced by sheer, unparalleled ecstasy.
And now I had my answer. Size…did matter. And everything had changed.
The sensation of being slowly stretched like never before overwhelmed me, and my knees flexed and thighs trembled. My arousal and juices lubricating his incredible manhood as it slowly and relentlessly eased deeper inside my soaked vagina. His huge crown stroking my insides, parting my satin-soft, slick walls. Allowing me to hug and caress every inch of his amazing cock; savouring every bump, ridge, vein, every knot and sinew as I enveloped all of his magnificent organ in my warm, soft dewy flesh. My powerful vaginal muscles; powerless to resist him, just quivered and fluttered as he conquered me. Stretching and filling me; utterly.
His dark gaze was unflinching, and locked on mine. That assured, almost smug look now replaced by a look of fierce intense arousal which I returned through wide, heavy lidded eyes. My chest, rising and falling as my soft, uncontrollable panting turned to urgent, feminine gasps.
“That’s it baby…it’s all yours.” Charles growled between clenched teeth.
“Ohhhhh my…gaaawwwddddd!”
Was all I could muster in reply. A low, breathy grunt as I felt his hands slide along the backs of my thighs, to cradle my full, pale buttocks in his large palms, before sweeping them up along the small of my back, to rest above my rounded hips. Gently easing my trembling body down further.
I had never felt so full. But his girth was only the beginning. The feeling of shock slowly turned into a pure, unadulterated sense of bewildered awe as he went deeper. Deeper than any man had ever gone before; touching places inside me that had never been touched. Stroking, and triggered nerve endings that had been dormant, until now.
I now knew what I had been missing. The feeling of being filled completely, of being stretched so magnificently by a well-endowed man is like no feeling on earth. The dull ache had been soothed. The itch…had been well and truly scratched. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. And I didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
My full, large breasts were now swinging before his face and I hissed loudly as his lips captured one of my throbbing nipples and drew it deep into his warm mouth. The simmering sexual tension I had been feeling since we met was boiling over dangerously and the sensation of being stretched and stroked so deeply was triggering wave after wave of mindgasms which were fluttering down through my body. I could feel tingles building from the tips of my toes, working their way up my trembling thighs, to collide with the incredible sensations radiating out from my very core as finally Charles bottomed out deep inside me. My eyes were glazed, still locked on his as I felt a faint stab of discomfort as his swollen head brushed my cervix.
That one, sublime thrust had taken mere seconds, but it felt like it had taken hours. It had been a slow, intensely exquisite descent. Both of us sharing in the moment, feeling that incredible connection as our bodies became entwined, and we became one. A part of my lover, throbbing and moving inside me. Our bodies and souls becoming locked together. Where we remained for a long moment. Barely moving. Just gazing at each other, panting heavily and savouring the incredible feelings and sensations we each triggered in one another.
Charles growled again. His body tensing and flexing powerfully, causing his entire length to throb and shift inside me. I could only groan as my vaginal muscles went into spasm. My soft, silky walls massaging and caressing all of him. I still couldn’t process how huge he felt inside me. All of my senses were heightened. Every synapse and nerve ending was on fire. I could feel all of him. Every thick, hot inch of his cock pulsating gently deep inside me. Even the slightest movement sent shockwaves through me and triggered delicious squelching sounds as my arousal flooded all around him, coating our dark wiry hairs, all matted, slick and damp between our bodies.