Adultery Annabelle

[Aka_badassboy_1001]

Day Six:

  For a third day in a row, she was in the gym with Curtis. She worked out in silence, but she was always eyeing him when she thought he wasn't looking. Her feelings for him, wicked and hated as they were, could not be denied anymore. She was growing more and more attracted and she was worried something might happen. Yet she continued to come back. Part of it was because this was her gym now, why should she stop using it? But she knew the real reason: Curtis.

By coincidence, not one of her own planning, they finished at the same time again. There was no way of her avoiding him this time.

"Hi girl," he said as they walked to the changing room again. Why was she going again? "Just go home, just go home" said the voice in Annabelle's head, but she ignored it.

"Ah, they're still broken. Well, same deal as yesterday if you need a shower."

He didn't wait for her this time, entering the room and when she finally plucked up the courage to go inside, he was already in the shower. Nervously she disrobed and made her way towards the shower block. Just as she was rounding the corner, Curtis appeared, heading the opposite way. They collided and Annabelle gasped as his penis flattened against her stomach. To her dismay - and inner delight - it immediately began to engorge. Instinctively and without thinking she reached down to touch it, wrapping her left hand around the shaft.

Realising what she was doing, she looked up into his eyes. Both of them stood there for what seemed like an age, his penis throbbing in her hand. Then the moment was over and she dropped it like it was on fire, scooting round out of sight into the shower area. He disappeared and Annabelle was relieved as he eventually exited the rooms in a hurry. What a dirty bitch, she thought. Actually holding his penis! What's wrong with you?

And yet, she looked at her hand and remembered how wonderful it felt to hold him. Without thinking, she touched herself and was soon furiously masturbating as the water cascaded down on her. Crying out as an explosive orgasm wracked her body, she sunk to her knees, the water remorselessly raining down, and wept tears of pleasure and shame.

 

Day Seven:

 She was determined. Today she wouldn't go across to the gym. David was out for the day with some friends of his from Ireland who'd come over. Annabelle knew them as well, but she just didn't feel like going out. Not with a bunch of guys anyway. The apartment was luxurious so why not enjoy it. As she settled down to watch some trash on the TV in her pyjamas, her mind wandered to the day before. Try as she might, she became absorbed in her thoughts as the dross passed by on the screen. She kept imagining the touch of Curtis's penis against her naked skin, her hand holding, her.... ah damn, was that the door bell?

 

As she hopped off the plush sofa, she realised her knickers were soaked. She really must stop thinking about... "Oh, hi Curtis."

He was standing at her door, a bunch of flowers in his hand.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you weren't at the gym and I thought maybe yesterday had put you off coming and I didn't want it to be my fault and..."

His apologies warmed Annabelle's heart.

"No, no, it's fine. Come in, please. I'll get you a drink."

He entered and she busied herself in the kitchen fixing him a drink.

"You okay with some sherry? Or something else?" she shouted through.

"No, that's fine, thanks," he replied.

She came back in with the drinks and handed his glass over. Sipping on it, he looked troubled.

"Something wrong?" she said.

"I have a question... do you, er, find me attractive?" he said, bluntly.

Annabelle was shocked, her heart in her mouth. What was she going to do? She felt her knickers get wetter.

"Um... I have a fiancé, I can't ... er, I mean, I don't..."

"Thing is, it's like this," he said. "I forgot something yesterday and when I went back to the changing rooms, I heard you... er, masturbating in the showers. Was that because of me and what happened?"

She couldn't breath. He'd heard her? Oh dear God, no.

"Er... okay, yes, it was," she said, sighing. "I admit it, it turned me on a lot. But I can't do anything about it. I'm getting married, I love my fiancé, I would never cheat on him. Please, I think it's best if you just le..."

"Have you ever been with a black man before?" he said, continuing to sip his drink.

"How dare you? Please, leave," she shouted, but there was a quiver in her voice. She was outraged, but her body was responding to this in a way that was betraying her mind.

"I know you've been thinking about me, it's ok, a lot of women do," he said. "I can see you're excited right now. Your nipples are so hard, I can see them through your pyjamas. And I'm not going to pretend your bottoms aren't soaked through with your... juice."

Annabelle took a step back, looking down at herself involuntarily and seeing how obvious her arousal wal.

"Now... oh God, yes, ok, you win, I want you," she said. "But I can't, please. I made a promise. I can't betray him."

"Ok, I won't press it. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me. I'll leave you with this."

He approached her and she melted into his arms, not resisting at all. He kissed her passionately and she reciprocated. Finally, he pulled away and she moaned with regret.

"Why don't you ask your guy about me... some white guys like their girls to be, er, 'freaky' with us folks. Just see what he says."

With that, he left and Annabelle couldn't help but cry, touching her lips and thinking about what might have been.