Terri's Infidelity

Terri woke up abruptly and instinctively spread out the right arm towards her husband's side of the bed only to find him missing. She rubbed her eyes and a quick glance at the alarm clock revealed the time: 08:12 am. The thought that her husband would probably be taking his daily shower brought a naughty smile on her face. She imagined him standing naked under the running water, shampooing gracefully his curly black hair, with his hairy balls hanging heavily between the thighs and his fully erected 9-inch fat member lazily swinging left and right, following the movements of the body.

Terri licked slowly her upper lip and slid her hands between her closed thighs. She kicked the sheet away and spread her legs apart, touching the mattress with the knees and joining the heels. With closed eyes she gathered her short night-dress around the waist and began to run slowly her hands along the inner thighs, fondling and massaging her sensitive milky flesh with delicate lingering movements.

A soft moan escaped her sealed lips when she passed the tips of her fingers over the fabric of her already wet cotton pants. Her swollen labia were too sensitive and immediately a shivering wave of sweet pleasure crossed her spine. She tugged the pants to the side, exposing her juicy flower to the air, and her agile fingers began to stir and rub the jelly folds impatiently. After a while, she brought her hand close to her mouth and licked clean the fingertips, savoring the taste of her own nectar.

It didn't take too long to plunge two united fingers inside her pussy and without further delay she started ramming her burning hole very fast, burying them all the way up to the base. After a minute of intense fingering she passed the left hand underneath the pelvis and inserted the middle finger deep inside her dry anus, although with some difficulty; then she began impaling herself on it like a desperate nympho, slamming violently the ass on the mattress, filling the room with ecstatic moans... but... something was missing... something was wrong... She didn't just want to cum so plainly like a sex starved teen- after all, why had she married John in the first place?

Terri and John, both white, were married for more than 15 years, they had no kids, and sex had always been good and intense but unimaginative to say the least. John was rather an old-fashioned guy who would go down on her only when he was drunk enough and eventually, his clumsiness and ignorance would result to his screwing things up. Although he lacked imagination and creativity, his amazing endurance would make up for anything else - he could easily cum twice in a row and be able to continue for more.

John was 46 years old, 6' 2'' tall and weighed 198 pounds. A receding line of curly black hair covered the middle of his head, his gentle eyes had a magnificent pale green color and the features of the face were rather noble, while the nose was thick and a bit hooked - he had broken it a few times, while boxing, when he was young. His torso was broad and the hands long and muscular. Additional pounds had made their appearance on his belly and butt due to many years of 'easy living' but the legs were sturdy and strong.

Terri was 39 years old, 5'2'' tall and weighed 112 pounds. Her face was oval and she had large crystal-clear blue eyes, a petite upturned nose and a rather large mouth framed by a pair of delicious inflated lips. The hair was black and straight, cut short in a Cleopatra-like style. Her figure was full with nice round 36 C-tits adorned with large pinkish nipples, wide hips, a cute chubby but firm ass, shapely calves and a well trimmed mound between her milky thighs.

The most amazing feature of her husband that always turned her on was the thick hair which covered almost every inch of his body. He had hair around the neck, on his shoulders, back, butt... everywhere! Every time he made love to her she closed the eyes and imagined that was being rapped by a black savage; other times imagined him being a Neanderthal or an ape-man or whatever. She had only to hang on tight, by locking the calves around his waist and plunging her sharp nails deep into his hairy back, and let him nailing her willing vulva for hours. Even the rubbing of her engorged nipples on his coarse chest-hair, during the sexual intercourse, could alone bring her orgasm instantly.

She would never tell him how bad she wanted to feel his thick dick deep inside her musky asshole because she didn't want him to think that she was some kind of slut - if only she could ask this 'little favor'! So, she had to resort to some other 'measures' which someone might call extreme.

Every time she was alone at home she would strip naked and go to the kitchen, wearing only a pair of stiletto high heels. Then she would smear her anus with peanut butter and start sticking into her butt hole various objects, like carrots, bananas and bottles, assuming every lewd pose she could think of. After a certain period of intense self-abusing she would end up squatting on the old oak kitchen table, having inside her bleeding anus the biggest and fattest cucumber she could find. She would take inside the 2/3 of its length and fuck it with her overstretched hole countless times, swiveling and rocking the pelvis up and down very fast, until she squirted all over the place, squealing her heart out like slaughtered pig.

Terri decided that she wanted some 'real action', thus she got up and took off her night dress and wet pants. She searched through the wardrobe and picked up a transparent black lace thong, a matching robe, which barely covered the middle of the thighs, and a pair of black high heels. With extreme haste she got 'dressed' and ran at the bathroom, having the robe undone.

She opened the door slowly and peeked inside... John was standing completely naked in front of the wash basin and shaving his face – she could see only his back. She smiled lewdly and entered the bathroom closing the door behind. John on hearing the door closing turned his head to see who was.

"Good morning darling I see you woke up early today and... Wow! What are you wearing?"

"Good morning John... Do you really... like it?" said Terry with a big smile on her face and turned around so as to give him a complete view of her outfit.

"Oh yes its magnificent! But you know I don't want to be late... I've got to attend an importing meeting today, so..."

"Come on now John, I'm sure we can fit some spare minutes in your schedule," said Terry and embraced him from behind bringing her erected nipples in contact with his hairy back.

"Sugar, I wish I had time for you but today I just can't..."

Terri pressed her breasts firmly on his back, locked the right leg around his knees and began to fondle and scratch his hairy chest with the fingernails while her warm tongue was traveling back and forth between his right ear and side neck.

"Jeez! Be careful! Do you want to cut myself? Stop it!"

"Mmmmm... You are mine now..." she purred and slid her hands down to his pubic area.

"Dammit! I told you I don't have time for this... Please let me finish my shaving..."

"Mmmmm, my big boy doesn't have time for his little kitten?" Terri meowed in his ear while her hands were stroking gently his balls and semi-erected cock.

"I said NO!"

"Your little kitten is so horny that could do without foreplay, honey. She is ready for you. Just say where you want her," Terri said slightly disappointed and moved away.

She headed lazily towards the washing machine and when she got there she straddled the legs for better balance, bent over and rested the elbows on it. With closed eyes she laid the right side of her face on the cold surface and gathered the robe around the waist, exposing her rear side. The pants she wore was completely transparent and John could easily discern, through the mirror, both holes opening and closing as she was skillfully playing her ass-cheeks with the hands.

"How about... here?" she asked with a trembling voice.

John groaned in his throat but didn't say anything. He resumed his shaving as if he were somewhere else and not in the middle of a sensual scene.

Terri kept massaging her beautiful orbs with both hands, kneading and squeezing the sensitive flesh as much as she could, waiting for him to come over. Her pants was a mess; soaking wet with creamy sticky fluids as her over stimulated pussy just couldn't stop producing enough lubricating 'oil' for the impending action which was about to take place. To make matters worse her swollen pussy-lips had started to feel very itchy and wasn't sure if she would be able to endure it anymore.

Could it be her lucky day? Would she be able to make him so horny as to forget his catholic culture and give her the forbidden pleasure she always craved for? It would be so wonderful if she could make him take her defenseless openings, one after another, by force... right there... on the washing machine. He could even go berserk and nail her neglected backdoor on the spot and then banging her ass furiously until she bled. Using inanimate objects in her anus was one thing, but having inside a steel pulsating warm flesh was another – far superior. She was so sick and tired of it – for God's sake, she wanted the real thing for once in her life! She deserved it!

Terri, after placing the right knee on the wash machine and while still being bent over, gathered the fabric of her pants over the left ass-cheek and started rubbing her burning holes slowly with the united index and middle fingers of the right hand, wanting to show that she wouldn't protest if he went after either 'target'.

"Come on John... Don't tell me that you don't want a piece of... THIS!" she said with a fainted voice and smacked her right buttock with emphasis.

"......................................"

Terri got furious but decided not to force matters by... THROWING AT HIM THE WHOLE CONTENT OF THE NEARBY SHELVES! She still had some aces up her sleeve and could make good use of them. Thus, she got on the knees and crawled her way towards him, shaking gracefully her amply endowed hips.

Her hands embraced his thighs from behind and she began rubbing the silky skin of her right cheek all over his hairy buttocks.

"Ooops! What are you doing there? Are you crazy??? I told you, I don't have time for this," John protested.

"I swear when I get back I'll be yours but now it's impossible and... Gosh!" John exclaimed as he felt Terri's agile tongue tickling the rim of his asshole.

"This will get you nowhere, I... Aaaghh!" John moaned as his whole body contracted and his pelvis lunged forward instinctively when she spread his ass-cheeks and pushed her red tongue deep inside the anus.

She had him where she wanted and went on licking and teasing his asshole while her hands were playing with his swollen balls and throbbing cock. After tongue-fucking his dark hole for some time she made him straddle the legs and put her head underneath his crotch without letting go of the cock. Her warm tongue traveled many times between the anus and scrotum, leaving trails of saliva all over, and then, she started licking and sucking his heavy balls greedily, sliding in the mouth one after another, wanking furiously at the same time his veined scepter which seemed ready to explode.

Terri quickly realized that he was on the verge of cumming and immediately stopped her movement and turned him over so as to face his pubic area. She wrapped the fingers of the left hand around the basis of his swollen cock and stuck out her tongue in order to remove some hair gathered there with the other. While she was doing it, inadvertently, she squeezed the throbbing flesh more than she intended and immediately felt, through his skin, a surging wave of liquid running under her fingers. Before she knew what she had done a thick load of semen hit her on the forehead...

"OH! NOOOOO!!!... Stop it! Stop it!"... A second burst hit her on the bridge of the nose... "Don't you cum on me!!! CONTROL YOURSELF!"... A third, creamier than the others, splashed on her left eye and brow with vengeance... "YOU! YOU... DIRTY BASTARD!!!"... Two more rapid ones missed their target and vanished into oblivion right behind her head...

Terri, extremely shaken and enraged, stood up and tried to wipe away the dribbling semen from her face with the back of the right hand. John, completely worn out and still half-shaved, cleaned his face with a white towel, passed it to her and was at the point of leaving when she called him back.

"Ok... Ok... Look John, nothing happened. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll make you hard again. Then, you can fuck me right here or on the floor or wherever you like. It will take us only 5 minutes because I'm so wet and I need you so much right now..."

"Forget it honey. I'm already late and don't know if I am able to find a proper excuse for my boss. Sorry darling, you'll have to wait until I get back."

"JOHN WEST! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE THIS ROOM BEFORE GIVING ME WHAT I WANT! I WARN YOU!"

"Honey don't be silly," he said and opened the door.

"Make sure then you take with you... THIS!" she screamed and threw at his face her soaked pants.

"You are going to need it because this is the closest you'll ever come to me, again! I swear God! I'll go out and... FUCK THE FIRST STRANGER I SEE!"

"Very funny," John said and left.

TEN MINUTES LATER...

Terri made some coffee and sat at the kitchen table in order to calm down and think about what she was going to do. Under no circumstances would she ever let that matter pass without doing something in return. Not only had he ignored all her appeals and warnings but on top of that he had left without saying a word. Maybe he thought she lacked the courage and determination needed to carry out her threats. She had never felt so much humiliated in her whole life and if he wanted her to feel like that she was ready to show him.

Since he was a pious catholic the only thing she could do to enrage him enough would be to stain his social status by committing adultery. But... with whom? And where should she be looking for the right person? She didn't want to have any troubles afterwards.

Lost in her thoughts as she was, she raised the eyes and looked outside the kitchen-window. A tall black woman seemed to be working on the neighbor's backyard. Terri had never seen her before and wondered what she was doing there because she knew the Jamesons were still on vacation. Maybe she had been hired to attend the garden during their absence.

The black woman looked no more than 26 years old and was about 5' 9'' tall, slim but no skinny. Her shoulder-length curly black hair was caught with a red headband and wore a sweaty white men's undershirt and washy worn out blue jean shorts. She must have been working under the sun for quite some time because the face and all naked parts of the body were glistening with perspiration. Terri couldn't help noticing the toned muscles of the shoulders and biceps with which the black woman was amply endowed and of course her beautiful shaped slim legs which by the way were the longest she had ever seen. Obviously the black woman was used to working hard, even under the scorching sun, because she hadn't shown any signs of fatigue up to then.

Terri shook her head in disbelief and returned to her coffee. Watching that young gorgeous woman, who looked like an African gazelle, full of grace and energy, was too much... just too much. She had no doubt that no man in this world would ever turn that black princess down, no matter what. Would her husband have left like that if the black woman had shaken her nude butt in front of his eyes so lewdly the way she had? Terri was more than sure that he would have nailed that audacious ass without second thought... without even using lubrication – he always believed that black people were something more than reasonless animals. Probably, he would have gone so deep into her that his hairy balls would have glued on those firm buttocks as if they were one piece... What a thought! She wasn't only white but also his wife and she could only dream of that... Maybe she should have born black... Maybe the black men knew how to take care of their wives... Maybe...

Suddenly the door bell rang and Terri went to see who was.

"Good morning Ma'am, my name is Lisa and I work on your neighbor's garden and... Oh... I'm so sorry, you were expecting someone else," said the black woman.

"What do you mean by that?" Terri said.

"Look at yourself!" Lisa said and smiled, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth.

Terri looked at her body and immediately froze. She was still naked! Her breasts, nipples, tummy, thighs and the trimmed fur between her legs were there! Open wide for everyone to see! She had completely forgotten to get dressed... and that was so embarrassing!

Terri blushed with shame and quickly tried to cover her nakedness with her... transparent robe.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone... My mind was flying somewhere else," Terri said, holding tight both ends of the robe in front of her breasts and pubic area.

"Oh, it's ok", Lisa laughed, "we are girls, aren't we? Anyway, I was wondering if you could give me a glass of cold water... The weather is so hot and I'm sweating like a pig. I tried to drink from the garden hose but the water is as warm as piss..."

Terri took a minute to inspect the black girl from head to toe. She had a hatchet face, dense eyelashes, smiling large black eyes, long slim nose with wide nostrils and sensuous inflated lips. Her neck was rather tall and the chest small, about 32 A or B, but perky enough – she could discern the hard nipples protruding through the fabric. Bloated veins streaked her strong arms like long thin wires, she wore sandals and had the upper button of her blue jean shorts undone- a sign that the heat had already got the better of her.

Lisa kept smiling, looking right into her eyes and Terri decided to let her in, although her unexpected appearance could give rise to some concern – the black girl wasn't only taller and more muscular but also completely stranger to her. After all she looked as is if she were in desperate need of getting some refreshment immediately. Leading the way to the kitchen, Terri was feeling a bit uneasy and anxious as she had never exposed her nakedness to another stranger before, let alone a woman. On the other hand Lisa looked quite comfortable, radiating an irritating air of self-confidence which made Terri wonder if she had been involved in similar situations before.

Terri filled a big glass with cold water, added four ice cubs and gave it to Lisa who had already sat at the kitchen table without asking for permission. It was very rude of her to do that but Terri preferred not to say anything, waiting to see how far the black woman would go. Lisa was sipping her water slowly, with extreme pleasure, having her eyes glued on Terri's. Terri blushed, and not knowing what to do, she turned the back in order to occupy herself with the washing of the dishes... Lisa was the first to break the ice.

"Do you always do the housework "dressed-up" like this? I know the weather is hot but not that hot!"

"Well, something came up and forgot to change, that's all."

"Maybe you had prepared a surprise for your husband but by judging the way you are looking seems it didn't work out... Am I right?"

"Basically, yes..."

"I imagine that once he satisfied himself, he ran away and left you high and dry."

"He was late and had to leave in a hurry..."

"They always find the right excuse, don't they? Don't worry about that. Take me for example. I always rely on another woman to get me off if need be."

"Huh? Are you a ...lesbian?"

"I wouldn't say that but definitely I'm bisexual. I like to take everything I can from both worlds," Lisa said and stood up, positioning herself right behind Terri's back.