Chapter 3: Rising Action
The next day she got a text from Marcus that said, "Hey, girl. Jamal said to give you my address. I'm at 85 Olive Drive apartment 240. You can stop by anytime after 10am."
Jenny sat up straight in bed, a smile spreading across her face. This was exactly what she needed - some alone time with a new black stud. It had been days since she last indulged her desires, and she couldn't wait to feel the rough texture of Marcus' skin against hers. With renewed energy, she sprang out of bed and started getting ready for her rendezvous.
At exactly ten o'clock, Jenny knocked on Marcus' door. She could hear the faint sounds of music coming from inside, and her stomach fluttered with nerves.
She had never been to Marcus' place before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe he would have candles lit, incense burning, and smooth jazz playing softly in the background. Or maybe he would have the TV on, drinking beer and munching on chips. Whatever the case may be, Jenny couldn't wait to find out.
Finally, Marcus opened the door, his broad chest bare except for a pair of sagging jeans. He gave her a friendly smile and ushered her inside, leading her straight towards the living room.
There, he gestured towards a black leather couch, inviting her to sit down. Jenny obliged, her heart racing as she took in the surroundings. The room was dimly lit, with only a few strategically placed spotlights illuminating the space. In one corner, there was a king-size mattress on the floor, covered in colorful blankets and pillows. In another, there was a well-stocked bar, complete with bottles of liquor and glasses. It was everything she could have hoped for - and more.
The room was filled with the scent of marijuana, and the sound of hip hop filled the air. Marcus settled himself beside her on the couch, his arm draped casually over her shoulder. He leaned close, his warm breath tickling her ear as he spoke.
"So, how's your husband doing? Does he know you're here with me now?"
Jenny's cheeks reddened at the question, but she didn't hesitate to answer. "No " she murmured, glancing away. "But I have a feeling that he would probably be turned on if he knew. Did Jamal tell you about me?"
Marcus nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Jamal says you love black cocks." Chuckling, "You looked so straight laced when I met you and Peter I had a hard time believing it. Is it true?"
Jenny whispered, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music. "Oh, yes," she replied, "I've had a taste of it and I want more."
She paused, biting her lip nervously. "My husband doesn't satisfy me anymore. He's always busy with work and barely pays attention to me. But ever since I met Jamal, I've been unable to resist the temptation of having a young black man satisfy me." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "It feels wrong, but oh so good at the same time."
Marcus listened intently, his eyes locked onto hers.
"That's interesting," he murmured, running a hand through his short dreadlocks. "I've never really seen a white woman like that before - especially not someone as...well, as polished as you seem to be." He shook his head, chuckling softly. "But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?"
Jenny blushed at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. She rested her hand on his thigh and ran it up toward his crotch.
As expected, he was already hard underneath those baggy jeans. Jenny moaned quietly as she slipped her hand into his pocket and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Marcus let out a sharp gasp, closing his eyes and tilting back his head as she started stroking him slowly.
"Damn, baby," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You don't mess around, do you?"
Jenny shook her head, smiling shyly.
"I don't know why I'm like this," she confessed. "Maybe it's because I grew up in a small town where everyone looked alike. And then when I moved here, it was so exciting. It's just something about black men that gets me going."
Marcus nodded, his expression sympathetic. "Don't worry, baby," he reassured her. "Everyone has their little quirks.
Yours happens to involve getting off on black dick." Marcus chuckled, eyeing her appraisingly. "And hey, I ain't complaining. You got a beautiful body, and I'm happy to help you explore yourself a little more."
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in a slow, lingering kiss. Jenny felt her whole body tingle with excitement as he traced his tongue along her bottom lip, teasing her gently.
She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, and she knew that things were about to get very steamy indeed.
Pulling back slightly, Marcus grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him, his rock-hard erection pressed tight against her stomach. Jenny whimpered softly as he began to thrust his hips rhythmically, grinding against her in a way that made her entire body quiver with pleasure.
Her head spun with desire as he continued to kiss her, his hot breath filling her ears and sending shivers down her spine.
Marcus shifted slightly, positioning himself between her legs and rubbing against her in a way that sent electric shocks coursing through her body. As she arched her back and cried out softly, Jenny couldn't believe how lucky she was to have found such a perfect lover.
Between gasps for air, Jenny managed to ask, "What about Jamal? Don't you mind that he's fucked me?"
Marcus chuckled, his mouth still close to her ear. "Hell no, I don't mind sharing a slut like you" he replied.
"In fact, I encourage it. All these white women need to learn how to appreciate a good black man every once in a while." He winked at her, flashing a pearly white smile.
Jenny blushed at his comment, but she couldn't disagree with it. There was just something about black men that did it for her, and she loved how Marcus seemed to understand that. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with ease. Marcus groaned softly, pulling back to gaze at her with dark brown eyes that seemed to look straight into her soul.
"Goddamn, baby," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're something else."
Jenny smiled shyly, feeling her heart race with excitement. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this alive - this wanted. It was almost enough to make her forget about Peter altogether.
Jenny unbuttoned her shirt and let Marcus remove it entirely. His hands expertly removed her bra and he started rolling her nipples between his fingers while he kissed her deeply with his tongue.
She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation and the taste of his lips. Every touch of his finger tips ignited a firework of feelings in her abdomen. It was an indescribable experience to feel this much desired.
Marcus picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He hovered over her, his chest heaving with exertion. Jenny watched him with rapt fascination, taking in every detail of his muscular form.
She had never seen anyone quite like him - he seemed to embody strength, power, and raw masculinity all rolled into one irresistible package. As he approached the bed, Jenny felt a surge of excitement run through her body. This was it - the moment she had been waiting for.
Without saying anything, Marcus climbed onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. Jenny gasped softly as he began to stroke himself, watching her intently as he prepared to enter her. She closed her eyes, steeling herself for the sensation ahead.
Marcus pushed his member against her opening, stretching her until she felt like she might burst apart. With a sudden thrust, he entered her completely, making her cry out in surprise. Jenny clung tightly to his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before – the feeling of being filled up, of being taken possession of by this powerful black man. As he began to move inside her, Jenny could feel waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It was almost too much to bear.
Soon she was cumming on his cock, but Marcus didn't stop he just kept thrusting deeper and deeper. She caught her breath and built to a second orgasm even more intense than the first.
The world seemed to fade away, leaving only her and Marcus in a haze of passion.
"Fuck!" Marcus exclaimed, his voice thick with arousal. "You're killing me over here, baby! " He drove into her with renewed vigor, his muscles rippling beneath her touch.
Jenny moaned loudly, feeling her inner walls pulse around him in time with her movements.
The sensation was incredibly intense, and she knew that she was close to cumming again. Marcus seemed to sense this, too - he picked up the pace of his thrusts, driving deeper into her with each stroke.
"Fuck, yeah!" he growled, his eyes fixed on her face. "Show me what I do to you, baby."
Jenny threw her head back, crying out as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her entire body felt electrified, as though every nerve ending was focused solely on the spot where he was buried deep within her. Marcus came inside her and she felt his weight fall on top of her. She kept her legs wrapped around him as his breathing slowed. She knew that she was going to visit him again.
Before she left Marcus' place, he suggested that they meet again at her place he said he wanted to fuck her on Peter's side of the bed. She was surprised by the idea, but agreed. "How about Thursday?" She asked.
"Girl, you are insatiable. I'll see you Thursday."
That evening as she ate dinner with Peter, she kept thinking back on her sexual encounters and marveled at the changes she was going through. Peter rambled on about his work projects and the myriad of spreadsheets that he had to maintain in preparation for a presentation to the corporate board. Jenny tried to follow along but was distracted by thoughts of hard black cocks.
Later as she and Peter cuddled in bed she pushed aside thoughts of guilt and they both drifted off into deep sleep. Jenny exhausted from her constant love making and Peter exhausted from work. They were both spent and satisfied and both looked forward to more of the same.
When Thursday came, she had butterflies in her stomach all morning waiting for Marcus to arrive. This would be the first time that a black man had visited her at home alone. The ring at the door made her heart skip a beat. She had worn a crop tank top and jean shorts. She answered door with a smirk on her face.
"Hi, Marcus." She said.
Marcus smiled knowingly, "Hey, girl. You ready for this?"
Jenny replied, "It's all I have been thinking about since we were last together." She giggled as he pushed past her and she closed the door, noting a few people from the neighborhood looking towards them inquisitively. Jenny decided that she didn't care what the neighbors thought, she wanted to be pounded by hard black cock. To hell with her reputation.
Marcus said, "Damn, girl. You've got a nice place."
"Peter has a pretty lucrative job." Jenny explained. "We do alright for a young couple." Then, she added, "Let me show you the bedroom." Marcus admired her figure as she lead the way upstairs.
Her ass swayed seductively in those short shorts and he could tell that she enjoyed showing it off. He followed her into the master bedroom, which was decorated with expensive furniture and high-end electronics. Marcus couldn't help but wonder how many nights Peter spent working late at the office, missing out on the sexy little secret his wife was hiding from him.
Marcus dropped his pants right away and said, "Get me hard, girl." Jenny dropped to her knees and pulled his boxer shorts down, marveling at the size of his huge black cock. She pumped his shaft with her hand and sucked on the bulbous head, savoring the way he tasted, smelled and felt.
Marcus grunted with satisfaction, closing his eyes as she took him deep into her throat. Jenny was determined to give him everything he wanted, eager to prove that she was indeed the perfect lover for him.
As she bobbed up and down on his cock, Jenny felt a surge of pride knowing that she was pleasing him so well. She ran her tongue around the rim of his tip, swirling her tongue in a circular motion that sent shivers down his spine.
"Get on the bed," Marcus demanded.
She pealed off her shorts and climbed onto the bed, saying, "Peter sleeps on this side." Jenny lay back with her head on Peter's pillow.
Marcus pealed off her panties and knelt between her legs. Jenny looked down and watched him stroke the head of her cock up and down her wet slit. She wanted it inside her. She wanted him to use her like a sex doll. She didn't care about the consequences. She was alive in the moment.
Marcus relished the power of topping this young wealthy white couple. He said, "We're gonna do this right. Call your husband and talk to him while I slide this inside you."
Jenny was momentarily shocked at the idea, but was to turned on to complain. Marcus continued to rub the head of his cock against her clitoris and the opening while she fumbled with the phone that she retrieved from the nightstand. "Hey, um, hon-ey. How's your day... go-ing?" she stammered into the phone.
Peter was clueless as he replied.
"Oh, umm, ya know, just busy with work, honey. What about you? " Jenny blushed as she listened to her husband speak. It was wrong of her to keep secrets from him but she loved the attention she received from Marcus.
Jenny gasped as Marcus finally pushed his cock into her hot wet pussy. She felt full and stretched as he began to pound her with force. The pain quickly gave way to pleasure and she found herself moaning loudly into the phone.
Marcus' thrusts grew harder and faster as he lost control of himself. Jenny could feel her body tensing up as she approached the peak of her climax once again.
"Unngh!" she cried out as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She bucked wildly underneath Marcus, her nails digging into his skin as her whole body shook with pleasure. He growled low in his throat, pushing even deeper into her as he joined her in ecstasy.
Jenny remembered that her husband was on the phone. "Um, yeah, I'm just getting off... um, masturbating to release some tension."
Peter replied, "Oh, Wow. I wish I was there to watch. That sound's delightful." Despite her sounds of sexual bliss on the phone, Peter remained focused on his computer screen.
Jenny's breath was erratic as she spoke, "Some day, I'll, um, let you watch. Oh, fuck..."
Marcus came inside her pussy as she spoke.
"OK, baby, I'll see you after work." Jenny stammered into the phone.
Peter went back to work, clueless that his wife was getting fucked silly on their bed. Not just on their bed but, his side of the bed, dripping a puddle of juices where he slept at night.
Marcus and Jenny went a second round before he finally left, with plans to do this again the next day.
Later that evening, She was extra affectionate towards Peter, saying nice things to him and snuggling up in bed with him. Peter noticed a strange scent in the room but didn't think anything of it as they drifted off to sleep, spooning comfortingly.
Jenny dreamed of Marcus' big black cock plunging into her tight little pussy, filling her up completely. She woke up in the middle of the night, feeling warm and wet between her legs. She reached down to touch herself, finding her pussy already slippery with arousal. As she touched herself, she imagined Marcus' rough hands grabbing her hair and pulling her head back as he pounded into her from behind. She came hard, her moans echoing through the house. Peter snoozed without waking.
The next day was a repeat of the previous. Jenny cleaned around the house waiting for Marcus to arrive. Neighbors watched knowingly while she greeted Marcus. Marcus lead her up to the bedroom and directed the foreplay. When they finally lay on the bed, he had her call Peter and make small talk while he pushed inside her.
Jenny was getting good at talking with her husband while having sex. She was learning how to pass the conversation back to Peter quickly and to stifle moans. She was pacing her speech to accommodate Marcus' thrusts. Jenny still spoke haltingly, but less obvious than the previous day. Peter was oblivious to the fact that Jenny was getting pounded on the other end of the phone.
His concentration was fully on the data analysis report that he was preparing. He was happy that his wife seemed content calling him while he worked long hours.
Jenny thought that if Peter discovered her steamy affair with Marcus, the marriage would crumble. But, the thrill of danger fueled her desire further. Every time Marcus slammed into her, she felt like a naughty teenager sneaking out to meet her boyfriend behind her parents' back.
There was something thrilling about breaking the rules and indulging in taboo fantasies that she never dared to voice to Peter. Her cheeks flushed with shame and excitement every time she heard footsteps outside or saw a car pull up in front of the house. She couldn't believe she was doing this - taking risks that could cost her everything.
But the passion that Marcus ignited within her was impossible to ignore. His dirty talk and dominant nature awakened feelings she never knew existed. It wasn't just the physical pleasure; it was the way he made her feel desired and confident.
After Marcus left, Jenny hid any signs of his visit and greeted Peter when he arrived home like any happy homemaker might do.
As she drifted off to sleep with Peter in her arms that night, she decided to push aside her feelings of guilt and explore even dirtier experiences. She was addicted to young black cock and wanted more of it. As Jamal had said, this was sort of the new normal and as long as she just slept with young black men it wasn't really cheating. She was resolute. What she needed was more young black men. Her thoughts turned to Shawn, the last of the three men she had met with her husband, Peter, on their first days in their new neighborhood.