He phoned his wife, Shannon, to explain the unexpected turn of events, and that she and Vicki would be joining himself and Jess for dinner and drinks that night.  His wife knew that being the wife of a young corporate exec, functions like dinners and parties to impress potential clients went with the territory and agreed to join Tom and his secretary for dinner and drinks with Jess Martin.

With that done, Tom summoned his secretary into his office and pitched the idea of her being Jess' dinner date that night.  Vicki wasn't thrilled with the prospect, but the promise of a big bonus had her agreeing to something she’d rather pass on, as Jess Martin was not the kind of man most women would find attractive, weighing well over 200 pounds.  In addition, she had caught the ugly bastard leering at her legs ‘like a hungry lion’, a very accurate assessment on her part.  Vicki added that she also expected a little extra in her
Christmas bonus this year, for cozying up to the likes of Jess Martin over dinner and drinks, advising Tom that the black bastard would assume it was his right to paw her on the dance floor.
 
Tom thought he had all of his ducks in a row, but just before he and Shannon left the house to rendezvous with Jess at the hotel, the phone rang.  Vicki had been rear-ended on her way home from work.  Nothing serious, but she had been taken to the hospital for tests, just as a precaution.  Obviously, though, there was no way she could accommodate Tom’s plan that she be the fourth for dinner and drinks that night.

As they drove to the hotel, Shannon was filled in by her nervous husband on the details regarding his sudden dilemma.  Shannon suggested that honesty was always the best policy and they simply explain to Jess that Vicki had been in an auto accident and would be unable to join them for dinner.  To her relief, Tom agreed with her suggestion, but as they neared the hotel, Jeff began second-guessing himself.  Then, fearing that his client might feel uncomfortable being the ‘third wheel’ and possibly blowing the deal, Tom suggested an alternate plan …………………one that had her cringing!

Tom hastily explained to his wife as to why he came up with the plan to deceive Jess Martin into thinking that she was his sister, rather than his wife.  “I really don’t think that he’ll believe the truth ……………….that Vicki got into a car accident!  He’ll be thinking that she refused to be his dinner companion for the night because of his looks …………or worst because he’s ‘black’!  My, God ………………….if he thinks that, the deal is as good as dead!” he advised.

Shannon wanted no part of the plan whatsoever, but Tom insisted it was the only option and that landing the contract was vital.  With that in mind as his number one priority, the plan that Tom had hatched was to introduce Shannon to Jess as his sister rather than his wife.  He would then explain that his wife suddenly took ill, a splitting headache, and had to cancel at the last minute.  And so, it would just be the three of them for dinner and drinks.  Shannon was absolutely furious that her husband would even propose such a suggestion and offered instead to simply take a cab home, leaving Tom and his client.

Though it was a plausible option, dining and discussing the contract without all of the diversions and charades, Tom knew that Jess was looking for some fun time with some female companionship and that his showing up alone would be an indication of ‘failure’ on his part.  Thus, he argued that his plan was the more viable one, that it would all but ensure he could entice Jess to sign the contract.  Before getting out of the car, he added that he wanted Shannon to ‘play the part and really turn on the charm as it’d serve as a sweet distraction while he sealed the deal.
 
Shannon reluctantly agreed, though deep down she was just livid with him for what he was proposing.  Tom reassured her he’d arrange to bring the evening to an early conclusion by faking an excuse to wrap up the festivities without seeming too obvious or abrupt.  As he walked Shannon through the hotel lobby, Tom suddenly noticed her diamond ring and wedding band and reminded her to remove them and hide them in her purse to fool Jess into believing she was not married.  If looks could kill, Tom would've been a dead man, as Shannon reluctantly did so in a huff, tempted to give then back to him as a symbol of the level that their marriage had disintegrated to.
 
Although Jess had anticipated a date with Tom's attractive secretary, he couldn't have been more thrilled as Tom introduced him to his very beautiful ‘sister’ and learning that Shannon would be his date instead.  And, even more, Jess quickly saw through the deception, and soon figured out that Shannon was really Tom’s wife.  Jess had a tenting boner in his pants just from looking at the lovely beauty with long silky light brown hair.  But the added intrigue of the new twist to the game gave him a hardon like never before.  And it was a game the cunning, opportunistic Jess had every intention of winning.

Jess merely played along, but there were enough tell-tale signs to convince him that Tom and Shannon were not brother and sister but in fact actually husband and wife.  And Jess could detect that beneath the facade, Shannon was furious with Tom for being put in such a precarious situation of having to role play that she was his sister.  He had to choke back a laugh each time Shannon nervously ran her thumb up and down her ring finger, unwittingly drawing attention to the fact she was a married woman and that she felt uncomfortable without her diamond ring and wedding band.

He merely smiled and nodded as the young punk advised “Shannon’s been staying at my place this week, till they finish remodeling the entranceway to her condo!”  He knew that was just a façade in trying to explain away just why or how Tom’s sister happened to be at his place on this date and time.  Jess then set about getting factual information, asking the lovely beauty as to where she worked at and the type of occupation she was in.

Afraid to get tripped up on any lies being created, Shannon revealed that true fact that she was a legal secretary for one of the senior partners at the prestigious law firm of Benton, Harris, & Coldwell.  And she truly did advise that she was a year younger than Tom, her pretend ‘brother’ for the night.  Not accustomed to lying, Shannon quickly consumed her glass of wine, something that would normally last her throughout the entire dinner.  And when Mr. Martin had placed his large calloused hand over hers on the table, Shannon had to use all her will-power to not jerk her hand away from the crass old bastard.
 
After a couple of glasses of wine, consumed far quicker than normal by Shannon, she then began to unwind and not as annoyed at the role she was being forced to partake in for the sake of her husband.  Actually, she began to enjoy the music and conversation.  Jess Martin certainly was not an attractive man, overweight and a bit intimidating, but he was also very charming and charismatic.  Sensing the time was right, Jess asked Shannon to dance with him.  With Shannon blushing as she tried to think of a polite way to decline in request, Jess took her hand before she could collect her thoughts and was leading her up on the dance floor.

Slow soothing dance music had the big man pulling her to his big muscular but overweight body, causing Shannon to look about self-consciously, imagining the thoughts running through the patrons minds in seeing her in the arms of a black man. At the age of 26, attractive and white, she could just imagine what people where thinking of her dancing with this much older black.  ‘God ………………….they must think of me as a slut ………………………that he came into town on business and is staying in the hotel ……………………and that bought me for the night!’ she shuddered.  And then her eyes found Tom’s and her glare told him exactly what she thought of his lame-brained idea.
 
Jess kept the drinks coming and shuttled Shannon up on the dance floor for one slow song after another.  Tom was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the whole arrangement and began to regret having come up with this plan to have Shannon pretend to be his sister and turn on the charm.  Plus, with Jess perpetually out on the dance floor with Shannon, there was no chance to discuss business.  Even more, it looked more and more like Jess and Shannon were starting to move as one on the dance floor.  And as they turned on the dance floor, Tom leaned forward to get a better look through the dim lighting, seeing the outline of Jess’ dark hand right upon his wife’s ass.

Though cringing and shuddering through the entire ordeal, Shannon had given in and allowed the black bastard to grope at her ass.  But she certainly did not enjoy the pawing, allowing it to happen only when her back was to where Tom was sitting, wanting her husband to get a good view of what his lame-brained idea had led to.  She wanted to get even with her husband for insisting she participate in the devious charade of playing the role of being single and Jess’ dinner companion ……………his date for the night!

Tom decided the time was now to pull the plug on the evening before it got out of hand.  ‘Get out of hand!  Shit, Shannon’s ass was literally right there in the palm of his hand with him feeling her up!  Damn, she must really be pissed ……………….and with me too!’ he thought.  And thus, when Jess brought Shannon back to the table, Tom announced that they'd have to cut the evening short, saying that he had phoned his wife and discovered her headache had gotten worse.  Apologizing, he advised that he really needed to get home to his ‘wife’.
 
Shannon excused herself to the restroom in order to allow Tom a few minutes alone with Jess to discuss the contract.  Taking her time to powder her nose, knowing that Tom had seen the man groping her ass, she certainly hoped that it had taught her damned workaholic husband a valuable lesson.  Finally, fifteen minutes later, she returned to the table.  But to her surprise, however, Shannon was shocked to find that Tom had left without her.
 
Jess had cleverly played along with Tom’s ruse that he needed to cut the evening short, but insisted that there was no need for Shannon to have to rush off as well.  The wily black businessman reassured Tom they’d stay a while longer to finish their drinks, perhaps share another dance or two and then he'd see her safely home, also deliberately adding that he’d be by the office first thing in the morning to discuss the contract.  ‘Got ya now, ya punk ass little twirp …………………..checkmate!’ he mused.
 
Indeed, Tom found himself in quite a quandary, not wanting to refuse Jess’ request and risk insulting the man and blowing the deal.  He tried to stall for a few minutes, hoping Shannon would return and insist that under the circumstances she call it a night, too!  But after a few minutes had passed, with Jess Martin suggesting that he should hurry along as his wife's illness might in fact be quite serious, Tom shuffled about nervously wondering ‘Where are you, Shannon?  What’s keeping you so long?  Damn it!’  Fearing it was too obvious that he was simply stalling, Tom reluctantly was forced to agree with Jess’ suggestion and bid him good-night.

Upon Shannon's return, Jess briefed her on what had transpired. She was uncomfortable with having been left stranded at the hotel with the old black lecher, and even more, she was more furious than ever with Tom for ever having devised such a devious scheme and for making her the bait.  With no other choice but to try to make the best of a bad situation, and remembering how important the contract was to her stupid fucking husband, Shannon soldiered on.

Gritting her teeth, trying to hide the trembling of her body, Shannon was fuming with rage at this point.  What woman, one who’d always been true and faithful, wouldn’t be if she found out that her own husband had just served her up on a silver platter to another man.  Normally not one to seek revenge on anyone, no matter how dire the insult, this was going far beyond comprehension.  And Shannon swore that she’d get even, one way or another, swearing ‘Tom Thompson …………………….you’re going to regret this till the day you die!’  Wine glass in hand, she gulped down the remaining third.

Unbeknownst to the sexy white bitch, between the time her stupid husband had departed and she returned to the table, the devious Jess Martin had laced her drink with a heavy dose of aphrodisiac.  He could read a bitch, and knew full well that the lovely young wife was repulsed by him and that a little help would be needed to get himself into the bitch’s tight little panties.  Jess knew that she was pissed, fuming at her punkass husband, and correctly suspected that she’d be downing her remaining drink.  And even with a full dose of the liquid Spanish Fly added, there would be no detection that the drink had been altered.

He knew that the lovely Shannon Thompson was not one who’d fall prey to having sex with another man, especially an ugly black bastard like him, but that potent elixir could even turn an innocent virgin into to a hot wanton slut for black cock.  Being the expert cocksman that he was, Jess was confident that once he got her up into the hotel and made the move on her, he’d have the pleasure of introducing the sexy bitch to some prime black meat.  ‘Yeah, baby ………………………yer gonna learn that once a white bitch goes black …………………….they ain’t gonna go back!’ he gloated.

Jess’ plan was to get Shannon up to his hotel room after another round of drinks, some conversation and a couple more dances.  Then, he’d make his move, as it should be no problem in conning her into going up to his room with him as he had to retrieve his car keys to drive her home.  ‘Sure, bet she’ll say that she’ll wait fer me downstairs in the lobby but I’ll jist insist ……………………as no gentleman would leave a woman all alone in the lobby of a hotel!’ he figured.

But one thing was for certain, once he got the stupid little bitch up into his room, she was gonna get nailed ……………………..one way or another ……………………whether she liked it or not!  ‘Hell, there’s no way she’s gonna be able to claim rape and make the charges stick ………………………….shit, her husband introduces me to her as his single sister ……………………..how’s she now gonna say that she’s the punk’s wife …………………………………I could easy claim then that it’s all a setup and now I’m being blackmailed!’ Jess surmised.

Though she had initially fussed when he was feeling her up, Jess correctly suspected that she had stopped fussing just to teach that stupid husband of hers a lesson.  He knew that she was cringing inside each time he touched her, holding her hand and pulling her close to dance with him, or just being near him.  ‘Yeah, baby ……………………..I’s felt ya shudder ………………………………I’s could feel ya cringe each time I touched ya ……………………….I’s know ya’s was wanting to pull yer hand away each time!  But soon, baby …………………………once that Spanish Fly sets in ………………..ya’s gonna want me touching ya all over ………………………and not with jist my big black hands!’ he smiled.

Sexual parts tingling, as never before in her young life, Shannon’s aggravated state from the potent aphrodisiac had her cunny in real heat.  Pussy pulsating like crazy, she wanted to get home quickly, needed to find some means of relief.  She merely assumed that her agitated state had been caused by all the wine and groping of her ass as Jess Martin had pulled her up to his repulsive body.  She needed her husband to satisfy that itch between her legs with a good fuck …………………….absolutely no way, as Shannon furiously thought ‘Bastard ………………….it’s all your damned fault ……………………I’d rather use the dildo hidden in my shoe box!’

In the elevator, headed up to Jess’ penthouse suite, Shannon grasped the rails to steel herself as the black bastard continued caressing her ass as he had done on the dance floor.  The alcohol and aphrodisiac combo really had her going at this point as she was beginning to sway back and forth, and now she was unconsciously pressing back onto the large caressing hand on her ass.  Heart thumping, Shannon was beginning to pant for breath and to keep from feeling the unwanted pleasure that caressing hand on her ass was now causing.

A drink handed to her up in the penthouse suite, Shannon desperately wanted to get home.  ‘Damn, the bastard’s expecting me put out for him!’ she realized when Jess turned on some dance music and took her in his arms once again.  ‘That damn, Tom ………putting me in this awkward position ………………….being his damn client’s dinner companion ……………………..his date ……………………..like I’m being bought and paid for in order to satisfy this bastard’s sexual desires.

Mad at her husband, Shannon couldn’t help but to think ‘I ought to teach you a lesson ………………………….may you regret ever coming up with that stupid, stupid scheme of your!’  Then an idea of her own came to mind as Shannon thought ‘Maybe I’ll have him think that I actually did it …………………………..that I had sex with this ugly black bastard ………………………..let him think that I really enjoyed having his grubby hands on my ass all night ………………..that now that I’ve sampled having a black cock in me …………………..that’s the only thing that’ll satisfy me from here on out!’

With the sexy dish in his arms once again, now in the privacy of his penthouse suite, Jess could sense her relax some and knew that the combo of alcohol and aphrodisiac had relaxed her inhibitions.  Now all alone with the beautiful and faithful young wife, much thanks to that dumbass whiteboy husband of hers, Jess was about to introduce this sweet little white thing to some prime beef ………………….some dark meat right up between those sexy white legs of hers!

Indeed, having used the potent drug before, Jess knew just when the effects would be coursing through the young beauty’s petite body.  ‘Soon, baby ………………….soon ………………………ya’ll be begging fer it …………………………..begging Jess to let his ‘ol Alabama black snake up slide up and bite that hot little pussy of yers!’ he figured as he rubbed his overweight body up against her soft lithe one, pushing his crotch right up against her pulsating pussy.

Jess could feel it happening, knowing that the sexy little bitch was in heat and desperately in need of having that nagging itch between her legs scratched.  The manner in which her fingers were beginning to dig into his muscular forearms, Jess knew that she was fighting to keep control of her emotions, trying desperately not to give into seeking the much needed satisfaction that her hot pussy was demanding.  Both arms around her trim waist, his hands were fondling her tight little ass, and then Jess began to hike up the hem of her dress.  Now, he was grabbing at her ass through her just her thin lacy panties.

Panting, shivering as Jess Martin was nuzzling at her neck and nibbling at her earlobe, Shannon’s pulsating pussy had her swooning at the bastard’s bulging crotch up against her.  One large hand still groping at the panty clad ass, Shannon was totally oblivious to the expert fingers drawing down the zipper of her black dress.  Clasp to her thin bra unfastened, pleasure coursed through her petite body as a large calloused hand caressed her bared back.

A moment later, Shannon sucked in her breath and gasped “Oooooooooooooohhh …………………………….ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” as her dress and bra strap had been pushed down to allow the devious bastard access to her bared breast.  She certainly had not planned for things to get out of hand like this, but she could only shiver in pleasure from Jess Martin’s suckling of her breasts as both of her pink nipples were now pointing stiffly outward and wet with his saliva.

Potent aphrodisiac now coursing throughout her petite body, Shannon had now lost the fight, giving in to the pleasure of having her nipples suckled and ass groped.  And with the bulging crotch arching up, dry humping her, her precious marital vows would be severely tested in a short time as Jess Martin was in the process of working her dress and panties down over her trim hips.  Black dress puddled around her heels, matching black bra and panties atop the dress, Shannon was now clad only in her black heels and jewelry as the devious bastard now had her squirming about with his middle finger up in her juicing twat.

Fat pudgy lips placed on the soft beautiful ones of the lovely beauty, Jess knew that the aphrodisiac was doing its job as the once reluctant young was now dallying her pointed tongue up against his.  Passionately kissing the young beauty, he could feel her struggle begin to cease.  Sharp fingernails that were once digging into his biceps had eased and the trim arms of the lovely beauty were moving up to encircle his thick neck.  Jess knew that she was now his for the taking!

Easily lifting the beauty out from her puddled clothing while they continued to kiss, Jess wished that the young punk could see his beautiful wife at this very moment.  ‘Fuck’n young pup …………………what a fuck’n fool ……………………ya gotta be the dumbest fuck’r in the whole fuck’n world!  Serving yer beautiful and innocent young wife up to the likes of me right on a silver platter …………………….jist for a lousy fuck’n contract!  Well, guess I oughta give you that contract ………………………get ya that extra commission …………………………..cause ya gonna need that extra few dollars when I knock yer precious little wife up!’ Jess chuckled to himself.
 
All thoughts of preserving her marital vows and those of her husband were completely erased from her mind.  The only thing that mattered to Shannon at this moment in time was to take care of that nasty itch between her legs.  Passionate kiss ending as she was laid upon the bed, Shannon shivered once again as her black lover began to suck on her titties once again.  Then his mouth was licking her body, delving into her belly-button, tracing lower …………………….even lower, then “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ………………………ahhhhhhhhhh …………………ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed with hips arching up, as this was the very first experience of feeling a man’s mouth on her sex and his long thick tongue flicking up into her squirming twat.

‘Damn, this fuck’n bitch is hot!’ Jess realized as Shannon Thompson squirmed about on the large king-sized bed with her hands clutching at the back of his head to pull him down onto her snatch as she screamed and screamed out in sheer ecstasy.  It had been less than a minute after clamping his mouth down upon her that she was popping off like a string of firecrackers.  “Oooooooooooooh ……………………..oooooooooooooooh, God …………………………….ooooooooooooooooooh, Godddddddddddddddddddd …………………….I ………………………….I’m cummingggggggggggggggg!” Jess heard her cry out as her ate out the flow of sweet honey.

Stripping off his clothing as he looked at the limp beauty, Jess then shucked at his boner, wanting it to be at its utmost glory as it ripped up into the young wife’s tight sheath.  ‘Gonna ‘ruin’ ya bitch ………………………gonna ‘ruin’ ya real good!  Stupid little Tommy ain’t gonna be feeling a fuck’n thing when he slides his puny little pecker up into yer snatch after I’s git done with it!’ he chuckled to himself.  Up onto the bed he climbed, lifting up the beauty’s limp legs just above the knees to lift and push them wide, Jess then grabbed his jutting prong to fit it into place and then ask “Ready, baby …………..ready to git ‘ruined’?”

Legs pushed up, bloated cockhead being up against her tight resisting slit, some sense of reality set back in causing Shannon to tense up.  Marital vows now about to literally be shattered, Shannon quickly raised her arms up and tried to push the ugly black bastard away from her, panting out in fear “No ……………………no …………………please ……………………stop ………………………no ……………………….I don’t want it ……………………………noooooooooo!”  Hands grasping her roughly by her trim hips, then the brutal lunge had her screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO …………………………..Goddddddd …………….stopppppppppppppppppppppppp …………………….stop ……………..it hurts …………….it hurtssssssssssssssssssssss!”

 

“Yeah ………………..scream, honey, scream ……………………..big ain’t it!” Jess bragged, loving her screams of pain and agony, then thrust again to cause her to sob in pain.  Six thick inches thrust in forcefully, with another six inches to go, Jess knew what would turn on the sexy bitch as he purposely twitched his embedded cock in her mound.  Another twitch, then another, with a clasping reply coming on the third.  A twitch on his part, clasping reply by the young wife, Jess felt her love juices making the going easier as the hot little bitch began to flower open for him.

“Oooooo ………………..ooooooooo ………………oooooohhh …………….mmmmm ………………mmmmmmmmm ………………….oooooooohhhh ……………….yes ……………………..yessssssssss ……………………..deeper …………………deeper ………………..deepeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ……………………oh, yesssssssssssssssss!  Oh, God …………………..fuck me …………………fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Shannon panted out, arching her hips up to get more of the thick fuck stick into her needy cunt.

With the young wife’s arms wrapped around his neck, black heels on his asscheeks to nudge him deeper into her, Jess knew that stupid Tommy boy would never be able to please his wife in such a manner.  Now they made up a well-oiled fuck machine, with his big fat cock sliding in and out of her clasping cunny, giving the young wife the scratch she needed so badly.  “Ah, yeah, baby ………………..so damn good …………….so fuck’n good ……………………….ya’s got one hot little snapping turtle between those sexy legs of yers!” he teased.

“Oh, gooood ……………………..so good ………………………oh, yessssssssssssss …………………..oh, God ………………………………..fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Shannon panted out in heat.  “Ahhh …………..ahhhh ………..ahhhh …………..ahhhh ………..ahhhh …………..ahhhh ………..ahhhh!” she panted with each slicing of the pleasure giving cock in and out of her clasping pussy.  Squeezing upon it time and time again, wanting to give it as much pleasure as it was giving her, it then dawned upon her as to just would happen if she continued.

Then, hands upon the ebony shoulders of the fat overweight bastard, she panted “No ……………………pull out …………………….pull it out ………………….you’re not wearing anything!  Damn it ……………………pull it out ………………..bastard, pull it out …………………….no ……………………no …………………………..stop ………………………….bastard ……………………stopppppppppppppppppp!  No …………………….nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“Too late, bitch ……………………..too fuck’n lateeeeeeeeee!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ………………………..got ya ……………………got aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, bitch!” Jess gloated.  Then another thrust, getting him in balls deep to seed her fertile womb, he laughed out “Yeah ………………oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhh ……………………gonna knock ya up real good ………………………..put that bread in the oven and watch that dough swell!”

Hands clutching at the back his thick neck, black heels again on his ebony ass, Shannon shuddered uncontrollably as the hot thick spunk splashed deep within her.  The hot balm was what she needed to sooth that nagging itch in her cunny, her legs twitching uncontrollably as she shuddered in a mind-shattering climax.  Arms and legs falling limply to the bed, the massive overweight body of the ugly fucker collapsed down upon her, his penis shrinking but continuing to ooze out its potent seed.

How right ‘ol Jess had called it, once the sexy little bitch got blacked, she didn’t wanna go back to hubby.  No matter how ugly he was, just so long as he knew how to use that big black dick of his …………………………and that ………………….was absolutely no problem at all for the devious black bastard!  Soon, pretty Mrs. Shannon Thompson would get to experience a second fuck session without ever having that cock pulled out for  R&R.

After getting back home that following morning by cab, Shannon had not prepared coffee in the morning as she normally did, neither the mornings that followed, nor had she cooked any dinner meals ………………just bringing home takeouts and dumping them upon the table for him to serve himself.  He knew that Shannon had sex with Jess Martin up in his hotel room, and there was no one to blame but himself for having contrived that lame-brained scheme of having his lovely wife pose as his hot sexy single sister and be the black bastard’s date for the dinner that night.

Though no words were spoken to him, Shannon let him know what had happened after he had abandoned her at the restaurant.  There was no denying that sex had taken place, that his once faithful wife had allowed another man ..............................the big, old, and ugly Jess Martin …………………………to take her to bed and fuck her!  No words had to be exchanged, especially not with Tom discovering his wife’s lacy panties hanging right there on the rack after she had come out of the shower, right on top of his bath towel.

With the lacy pink panties obviously left there for a reason, Tom took them from the rack, then shuddered at the unusual weight of the silky garment.  Bringing his free hand up under the panties, he touched the bottom of the crotchband with his middle finger to weigh it.  Indeed, all the weight was laying right in there, coating her crotchband …………….all that heavy thick liquid ……………………….all that thick sticky cum!

Squeezing the outside of the crotchband, Tom shivered as he felt gooey cum slide about inside his wife’s panties, then cringed as some slimy goo oozed out onto his fingers.  There was absolutely no doubt left as to whether or not Shannon had sex with the black bastard last night, but Tom had to ask ‘Why didn’t she make him use a condom?  Or pull out in time?  Why’d she let him cum in her?’  Examining them closer, seeing the thick whitish/yellow glob of Jess Martin’s semen coating his wife’s panties, Tom could only shudder as he wondered just how much more of the thick seed remained deep up in Shannon’s fertile womb.

On his way home the following Wednesday night, Tom was excited that the deal was about to be finalized and was relieved that Shannon was finally not giving him the cold shoulder any more.  Since that outing the last Thursday night, barely a word had been spoken to him by Shannon.  Only yesterday, when he got home for dinner and found her busy preparing fresh salmon steaks for dinner, did she welcome him with “Hi, honey!  How was your day?”

Knowing that he wasn’t completely out of the doghouse, Tom knew that he still needed to make amends to his lovely wife big time.  As he drove, Tom squirmed about on the driver’s seat in trying to adjust his pants, needing to accommodate the raging hardon growing in his pants, as he couldn’t help but to picture his wife’s sexy white body being covered by that of the big overweight black body of Jess Martin.  ‘Did he have to force her at all?’ he wondered, imagining how unequal the struggle would have been with Jess Martin so much stronger and outweighing Shannon by far.

“Honey!!!!!!! It’s about a done deal .…………………got a call from Jess Martin late this afternoon ……..………….he seemed real positive on my proposal ……………….says he’ll think over all the final details this weekend and will be in touch next Monday to get everything finalized!” Tom announced upon his arrival home.  Seeing Shannon turn and smile at him while rinsing some greens at the sink, Tom breathed a big sigh of relief in seeing his wife’s beautiful smile once again.

Now was the time to make amends, daring to move up behind his lovely wife and putting his arms around her trim waist to hug her as he announced “Honey ………………let’s head on off this weekend ……………………..……..relax at your favorite resort in Acapulco!”  He was excited upon hearing Shannon’s exciting reply “Acapulco ……………………….my favorite place …………..……………..Whistler’s Bay Resort …………………..I’m so excited ………………………….but is it okay if we make it next weekend ………………….I’ve already made some plans for this week!”

“Sure, honey ………………….that’s fine!” Tom advised in reply, giving his wife another hug and then a kiss when she turned in his arms to face him.  Headed off to the bar in the den, Tom then observed the large bouquet of red roses adorning the dining room table.  Detouring into the dining room, he observed a small envelop still attached to the flowers.  Opening up the envelope and withdrawing the card from within, Tom then read ‘Hi Sweetie, looking forward to spending the weekend with you at the new Pirate’s Cove Resort!’  And it was signed ‘Jess’!

Rinsing out the greens while watching her husband from the corner of her eye, Shannon smirked and smiled upon seeing Tom’s face drain of color upon reading the card.  After getting the call from Jess Martin yesterday afternoon, the bastard had come right out and told her that he wanted her to spend the weekend with him at the new resort on the coast, telling her though that “You won’t get to see much of it because I’m planning to fuck your brains out the whole time we’re there!”

At first, Shannon was inclined to just hang up on the crass old bastard.  But then it dawned upon her that this would be the ideal payback, making that stupid husband of hers realize just what he had done to their once happy marriage.  ‘You set it all up, me being the dinner-date for the fat old bastard, then you left me there alone with him! You knew what he was after …………………….and you let him have me!  You’re going to pay, Tom …………………….believe me, you’re going to pay!’ she fumed.

“Are ………………..are those flowers from ……………….Jess Martin?” she was asked, noting Tom swallowing nervously as he returned into the kitchen.  “Oh, yes …………aren’t they lovely?  I was so surprised to get them at the office today!  Twice in a week’s time ……………………….the two dozen roses last Friday had all the girls in the office jealous!  I must say, the man’s not much to look at …………………but he knows how to put on the charm ……………………..and putting whatever he’s packing to good use!” she advised, knowing full well that Tom ought to get the meaning of that last remark.

Tom wanted to ask ‘Why?  What are you doing?  Are you going with him to the new resort?’  But the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth as he sat lifelessly at the dinner table while Shannon seemed so much alive and bubbly, commenting periodically how beautiful she love roses and how beautiful they were.  And then his wife told him of Jess’ call, “He wanted to check out the new resort and wanted my opinion of the layout as he’s planning to bring his staff there for a retreat and brainstorming session!  He wanted me along for a woman’s opinion, just to make sure that all the wives and female employees would enjoy the place, even though word is that the place is fabulous!”

All he could do was sit there and swallow his food while Shannon went on as to her being excited on getting to see this brand new resort that had just recently opened.  ‘Are you going to have your own room there?  Or sharing it with the ugly old black bastard?’ he wanted to ask but dared not stir up the pot once again.  His lame-brained scheme had certainly been responsible for cooking things up between them and now he’d have to just stew in it.  Though he hoped it wouldn’t be the case, Tom knew that her having a private room was not to be.

In his office the next morning, unable to keep from wondering any further, Tom picked up the phone and asked the operator for the number to the new resort.  Dialing that number and asking for the reservations desk, he advised “This is Jess Martin and I’d like to check on my reservations for this weekend!”  “Yes, Mr. Martin, have it right here!  A penthouse suite for two ………………checking in Friday after 6 in the evening!” he was advised.  “Oh, one other thing …………………is there a reservation for Ms. Shannon Thompson!” he asked, already knowing what that answer would be.

That night, with Shannon in the shower, Tom looked at the small suitcase that his wife had been busy packing on their bed.  There on the top were various matching sets of colorful and lacy undergarments, along with a couple sheer negligees.  On the door hung an open apparel carrier and in it contained two elegant dresses, a nice beige one and her favorite black dress, with a couple heels in the shoe compartments.  It certainly appeared that his beautiful wife was planning on having a good time that weekend, and not just fine dining or checking out the posh new resort.  Judging from her lacy undergarments and sexy negligees, she’d certainly be testing out the quality of the beds there!

Upon getting home after work on Friday, Shannon’s car was parked in the garage and thus he assumed Jess Martin had picked her up before heading out to the resort.  It would end up being one heck of a nervous weekend for Tom, unable to concentrate on the work he had brought home with him, fidgeting about endlessly and glancing at the wall clock every five minutes or so.  Tom wanted to kick himself in the butt, telling himself that he should have spoken up, tell her flat out ‘no’ as to her going to the resort alone with the black bastard.

Each moment passing, all Tom could think about was Shannon, wonder what his beautiful wife was doing at that moment, whether she was touring the grounds of the plush resort …………………….………maybe having dinner with Jess Martin ………………………….or worst, having sex with the ugly black bastard!  ‘God, what does she now see in him …………………………….or is it because of him apparently packing a foot-long dong between his legs …………………………or the way he nearly fucked her brains out last week!’ he wondered.  In his eyes, he pictured them at the motel, correctly picturing exactly what was taking place in the penthouse suite at the moment ...............that of his lovely wife with sexy white legs wide spread with her black lover between them.

Everything had gone unsaid between them from that Wednesday upon discovering the flowers in the living room, just that fact that she would be going to help Jess Martin assess the quality of the resort for the purpose of holding a staff retreat there in the future.  It certainly appeared that Shannon’s utter detest and resentment of Jess Martin had changed 180 degrees from before he had left her to fend for herself at the restaurant that night.  Was it that he just didn’t want to know or was he just too afraid to ask since he had been the on who had instigated the initial ‘date’?

It was now late Sunday afternoon and Tom was pacing about, wondering just where Shannon was at that very moment.  Check out was at 11 a.m., a fact that that he knew after making a call to the resort, so what could they have been doing since then.  Now on his second scotch on the rocks, Tom was getting a bit worried.  Sure, he could make a call to his wife on her cellphone, and indeed he had attempted twice but he chickened out each time and put the phone down as he dared not make that call.

Sounds of tires, a car pulling up into the driveway, had Tom so ecstatic that he was smiling and nearly jumping for joy.  Rushing to the front door and throwing it open, Tom managed to keep the smile frozen on his face as Shannon greeted him with “Hi, Tommy ……………………Jess was reluctant but I told him that my ‘big brother’ was quite liberal ……………………….and always let’s his little sister have her way!”  And then to set the stage, Shannon added “I told Jess that Karen was a bit more conservative (the name they had dropped at dinner as Tom’s wife) but as she’s out of town for her college reunion till Tuesday, it’s not a big deal!”

A cold chill then coursed throughout Tom’s body, realizing that his wife was inviting Jess Martin to stay and sleep over till he flew back out on Tuesday morning.  More so, she had referred to him as her big brother and that with him being so ‘liberal’ there would be no objection for Jess to sleep over.  And if he’s sleeping over, would it be in one of the spare bedrooms if his younger ‘sister’ took one for herself?  Or would they be sharing one of the spare bedrooms together, like Tom assumed had taken place at the resort from where they had just come?

Throwing on some steaks for dinner was easy, but much harder for Tom to watch Jess go into the house to help his ‘sister’ Shannon with the veggies.  Tom could only grit his teeth in seeing the two of them kissing passionately through the window.  And when they came back out onto the patio, he could only watch as his ‘sister’ turned to embrace Jess, demanding a passionate kiss from him.  And with Jess responding by wrapping his arms around her lithe body, hands grasping her asscheeks, Tom’s heart sank in despair.

Dinner out on the patio had Tom seated across from his ‘sister’ and her new lover. Tom could not help but notice how close they were sitting next to one another, and that they were actually feeling each other up right there under the table.  And when Shannon excused herself to go to the bathroom, Jess leaned forward to tell him “Damn, Tom …………………..I think I’m in love ………………………….your ‘sister’s’ a real hottie!  She’s hinted …………………..that if’n I’s tell her to pack her bags up and quit her job to come live with me, she’ll do it!”

A drink after dinner in the den was rather agonizing for Tom, having to watch as Jess sat upon the sofa with Shannon going over to drape an arm around the black bastard’s neck and sit on his lap.  Though the television set was on in the corner, Tom watched from the corner of his eye as a passionate kiss ensued.  And once the kiss ended, he watched as his wife drew the bastard’s head down a bit as she then rubbed her breasts up into his face.  And then Shannon was standing up, her hand pulling at Jeff’s as she announced “We’re going to call it a night, ‘Big Brother’ ………………….that long drive back was exhausting.

Standing in the hallway, his ear to the guest room’s door, Tom heard his wife’s voice coming through it “Ooooohhhhhhh, lover ……………………….oh, yesssssssssssssssss …………………..give it to me ……………………….give it to me hardddddddddddd ………………………..give me that big black cock of yours ……………………..yes ……………….yessssssssssssssss ……………………………..oh, Goddddddddddddd, yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!  Fuck me …………………….fuck meeeeeeeee …………………..ooooh, yessssssssssss ……………………fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Though she was now hooked on Jess’ big black cock, Shannon was basically still that same shy young wife who detested the thought of anyone violating their marital vows.  The display of affection for her black lover was deliberately done, mainly to aggravate Tom, to have him squirming in his seat as there was nothing he could do about his ‘sister’s’ openly flirtatious behavior.  And through her loud moans, it would be just payback to the stupid fool she had married.

Early the next morning, dressed to head on off to work after a cup of coffee, Tom swallowed upon hearing the door to the guest room being opened.  Then Jess Martin appeared, unshaven while wearing just his pants and undershirt, asking “Hey, Tom …………….can ya pour me a cup!”  Handing him a cup of coffee, the man who had bedded his lovely wife in the guest room, Tom could find nothing to say.

“Sure glad yer so liberal minded, Tom ……………………….letting me stay over like this!  Damn, man, that ‘sister’ of yers is one hot little lady!  Say’s she’s gonna call into her boss and tell him she’ll be in a couple hours late ……………………so’s we’s can rest up a bit more ………………….but shit, she hasn’t let me rest all night!  So, I’ll meet ya at yer office around eleven and we can then go over the contract!” Jess advised.

Wanting to taunt the young punk even more before he headed off to work, Jess told him “God …………………….I’m really in love with your ‘sister’!  Think I might just see if she’ll really pack up and move in with me!”  Jess just couldn’t resist needling Tom, and just seeing the color drain from the punk’s face made it all worth the while, in fact it was priceless!  Then, just to add insult to injury, Jess made it a point to take a small blue pill out of his wallet and advised “Never thought I’d need one of these Viagra pills ………..but man, I need one as I’m jist drained!”

There had been no such talk of Shannon wanting to move in with him nor did he want to be tied down by any one woman, even a sexy young one like Shannon Thompson …………………….besides why take on all that burden when he could ball a hot white bitch right in her own home ……………….and it was so sweet with hubby right in the next bedroom!  Besides, if he knocked her up, hubby could take care of her while he sowed his oats elsewhere.  As Tom was about to head off to work, Jess held back his smirk in seeing the young punk watching him as he re-entered the guest room for another fuck session with his beautiful young wife.

End of Story.