In spite of its girth and the weeks since their most recent rendezvous, Dwayne’s penis entered her easily. Dianna remained a very married woman. Her almost dormant, sexual relationship with her husband had been rekindled during the months since she’d begun trysting with her paramour. Her revelation that Dwayne was coming to visit her today had inflamed Charles’ lust last night. The revelation of their vacation plans had provoked a comically desperate quickie this morning.
Dianna eagerly rode Dwayne’s penis to bring herself to her first orgasm. She then encouraged him to roll her over so he was on top. She didn’t mind being in a passive position. The stereotypical missionary position was comfortable and intimate. She preferred to have her big, strong, paramour do all the work anyway.
Dianna savored the pleasure as Dwayne expertly employed his big, black cock to bring her to orgasm again, again and again. Eventually; it became obvious that his own orgasm was becoming eminent. Dianna glanced at her nightstand to draw Dwayne’s attention to her CycleBeads. She’d explained the significance of her beads to him almost months ago. It had been the first time that she’d found the courage to see him when her CycleBeads were warning her that she was in the fertile phase of her cycle. He reluctantly nodded to confirm his understanding.
Dianna wasn’t certain if it was the third or the fourth spurt of semen that was surging from Dwayne’s penis as it emerged from between her labia. She knew damn well that it wasn’t even the second spurt much less the first. However; she didn’t chastise him for his recklessness. She never had. She just laid there passively, savoring the sensation as well as the reckless thrill as he ejaculated the remainder of his semen into her swollen, distended labia. She didn’t even protest when he plunged his still swollen penis back into her vagina to bring her to yet another, exhilarating orgasm.
After a time, Dianna arose to go to the kitchen where she began cooking a light brunch. Dianna didn’t feel subjugated by cooking. Her somewhat zaftig figure attested to the fact that she enjoyed eating. She also enjoyed cooking. She had always enjoyed cooking for her husband. She enjoyed cooking for the new man in her life as well. The knowledge that her cooking as well as watching her cook, even when she wasn’t nearly nude, would evoke a man’s lust for her made cooking for them even more enjoyable.
Dianna’s expectation that her cooking would evoke Dwayne’s lust for her was not unrequited. She started out by eagerly laying under him to savor his thrusting until he had brought her to orgasm. However; she eventually found herself on top again.
Dianna vacillated as Dwayne’s orgasm became obviously imminent. She glanced at her CycleBeads. The marker ring on the second white bead admonished her that she should be careful. She rationalized that the marker ring was only on the second, white bead. A quick glance at the photos on her nightstand admonished her that she was a married woman with a husband and two daughters. She reminded herself that Dwayne had already ejaculated twice this morning. How much sperm could remain in his big, black testicles? Her gaze was drawn to the photo of the ultrasound image. The reminder that she gotten pregnant even though Charles had always been careful in recent years and that she had been insisting that they abstain unless her CycleBeads assured her that she was safe chastised her for being reckless enough to be with Dwayne during the middle of her cycle. Her gaze was drawn back to her CycleBeads. The marker ring was only on the second white bead.
Dianna’s gaze was drawn to the photograph of the ultrasound of the third child that should have been but wasn’t. The reminder of her lost child evoked primal instincts that transcended lust. She shifted her gaze to the photograph of her husband. She said a silent prayer for God to forgive her as she impaled herself on Dwayne’s big, black cock. She shouted, “fuck me! Fuck me with your big, black cock, Cum in me! Give me your sperm! God forgive me, give me your baby!”
Dianna was elated to feel Dwayne’s powerful, black hands gripping her hips to pull her towards him as he raised his hips, lifting her so that she was impaled on his big, black cock. Although she was somewhat zaftig, she stood barely five-foot-nothing tall. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her as he climaxed. She could feel the wet, warm wave of his semen surging into her vagina. She could only imagine the tens of millions of his Negro sperm that were at that moment struggling to penetrate her cervix and reach her fertile, unprotected, married womb. Dianna had never in her life felt so empowered.
Dwayne remained passive as he laid under Dianna. He allowed her to be the one to initiate a passionate kiss. He allowed her to be the one who urged him to roll them over so that he was on top. He eagerly yielded to the grip of her thighs that implored him to remain inside her for a long interlude so that none of his semen could leak out.
Hours later, Dianna found her attention drawn to the photographs on her nightstand again. She was on her hands and knees with Dwayne kneeling behind her, relentlessly thrusting his big, black cock into her eagerly adulterous cunt. She was amazed that she was even willing to think that vulgar word much less in reference to herself, but that vulgar word was empowering. Utilizing that word somehow empowered her to be the unrepentant adulteress that she had become.
Dianna savored the sensation of her breasts gently swinging in response to Dwayne’s eager thrusting. She almost protested when she felt his fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. However; she allowed him the indulgence of unleashing her breasts. He’d seen her totally naked without the flattering accentuations of lingerie before. Once Dianna’s breasts were unleashed, they swayed pendulously. She felt degraded, almost bovine, with her unrestrained udders undulating so obscenely, almost painfully. However; the animalistic rutting was somehow empowering in itself.
As Dianna glanced in the mirror of her vanity to admire the obscene spectacle of her breasts swaying pendulously, her attention was drawn to a furtive motion in the bushes. Some voyeur was standing in the bushes by the edge of their patio watching them. Some voyeur was watching her cheat on her husband. The voyeur was Charles!
Dianna’s alarm became panic as it became obvious that Dwayne’s orgasm was imminent. A vestige of fidelity almost compelled her to plead with him to pull out. She didn’t want to be inseminated by her paramour while her husband was watching. Then Diana realized that this seeming vestige of fidelity was nothing more than deceit. She had during the earlier months of her extramarital dalliance been careful to make it obvious that she was seeing her paramour only when her CycleBeads indicated that she was in a safer phases of her cycle. She had been equally careful to not disabuse her husband of the presumption that she was also taking the precaution of having Dwayne withdraw rather than indulge her desires by encouraging him to ejaculate inside her.