Adultery Annabelle

[Aka_badassboy_1001]

Day Eight: 

It was a Saturday morning and all Annabelle had been thinking about was Curtis, the kiss and what he'd said about asking David. He obviously meant asking permission for her to sleep with Curtis, but surely no sane man would allow his partner to just go off and ... be with another person like that? She'd die before letting David be with another woman. Curtis had planted that seed of doubt in her mind though, so she knew she had to at least ask, to see what would happen.

"Honey... I spoke to that man again yesterday, the one from the gym," she said, lying in bed, head on David's chest. She was trying her best to appear innocent, to not give away the feelings she'd been experiencing over the last few days.
"Oh yeah, still fancy him?" he said, chuckling.
"Well, he's not got any less handsome," Annabelle said, smiling. "He said he liked me and wanted to, er, go out with me."
"Really?" David said. "Just proves what a catch you are, my dear. Any man would be mad not to want to be with you."
"You mean that? You really mean that?" Flattery always worked on Annabelle, but this time she saw through it. She needed to know the answer to the next question.
"So," she continued, "if he kissed me, you'd be really jealous?"
David looked down at her and Annabelle fought desperately to keep her innocent, hypothetical look on her face.
"Well, I guess it's not the end of the world," he said. "It's only a kiss."
"And if it was more than that?" she pressed on.
"What's made you talk like this? Did he do something?" David said.
"No, he just said he liked me. I just saw something on this TV show yesterday and I thought it'd be fun to ask you, see what you thought." Keeping going, she thought. See what he says.
"Well, I know it happens. Swingers and things like that. I don't know, I guess I'd have to think about it. I don't know, I guess it's only sex. As long as the emotional ties were still to the husband or the wife, it's not that bad. If it were behind the back, without saying anything, that would be worse. But yeah, I don't know. Maybe? You expecting me to say "Yes, you can sleep with some stranger?"
Yes, I am, Annabelle thought, but stopped suddenly. Did she really want to sleep with Curtis? She felt herself getting wet again instantly at the thought. Guess that answered that one.
"No, of course not," she laughed. "Just, you know, hypothetically, if it happened, you wouldn't want to leave me?"
"I'd never leave you, darling, I love you completely," he said. Annabelle looked in his eyes and believed him. What she also believed was that if she slept with Curtis, David would forgive her. God, she was so wet right now. She kissed David, but her mind was full of Curtis.

[b]Day Ten:[/b]

 Today was the day. Annabelle waited in front of the gym for an eternity, trying to pluck up the courage to go in. She was going to tell Curtis that, more or less, her fiancé David had given her the all clear to have sex with him. The first man other than him she'd have allowed into her body. She was terrified and amazingly turned on at the same time.

Finally, she entered the gym. Immediately she saw him. He looked up at her, torso glistening with sweat and she just nodded. He smiled the broadest, toothiest smile she'd seen on a man and hopped off the treadmill.

"He said yes? I told you he would," he said, taking her hands in his. "Come on, let's go to the private workout room."

He whisked her down into an area of the gym she'd never been before and into a room with some more equipment and a wide bench. She hadn't imagined being taken by Curtis here, she had to admit.

"I can't do it here," she said, edging towards the door. "It's cheap and... no, I can't."

She turned to go and his big hand came down on her shoulder.

"It's ok, I wasn't going to, you know, in here. I just wanted to talk a bit," Curtis said.

She turned and apologised, sitting next to him on the bench. She explained what David had said and he nodded along.

"Mm, I get it, yeah," Curtis said. "Seems like an all clear to me. Why don't we go back to my place and ... talk some more?"

This was it.

"Ok, I think so," was all Annabelle could manage.

20 minutes later, she was sipping a glass of water in his apartment. He sat next to her and his closeness made her heart beat like a drum. Slowly he leaned in and she closed her eyes as his lips found her neck. It wasn't long before their lips were locked. Her passion rose and it wasn't long before clothes were being torn off and thrown to the floor.

Naked, they sat next to each other. Curtis then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Gently placing her down, she looked up at his chiselled form, his enormous penis pointed at her. She wanted it so badly. Slowly, she spread her legs, inviting him between them. His dark flesh contrasted so much with hers, it was intoxicating. The head pressed against her slick opening and her vagina gleefully took him into her. It was big, so big, but it slid in. She gasp as his body pressed down on top of her, his penis slowly entering her until she felt fuller than she'd ever been before.

Wrapping her legs around him, her feet crossed over. She groaned as he started to slide in and out, their pace quickening as excitement grew. She gasped as pleasure rose within her, their movements completely in sync. She yelled as she felt an orgasm building, shrieking as it finally exploded, sending her whole body into paroxysms of ecstasy.

Curtis pulled out suddenly and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pushing himself back in and going deeper from behind. His pace was frantic now and he grabbed her hair, pulling it and making her arch her back. She grunted with every punishing stroke until they were both collapsing in a writhing pile of flesh, spent. As they curled up together to bask in the afterglow, she wondered why she'd not had the courage to be with him sooner.

It had been a wonderful experience and all thoughts of regret or guilt were, for now, absent. She felt his penis softening inside her, but it was so big it didn't slip out. She smiled as he spooned her, closing her eyes and sleeping.

An hour later, Annabelle woke, a smile of satisfaction on her lips. She gently squeezed Curtis's hand as it lay comfortingly on her belly. She eased away from him and turned around, wanting to look at him as he slept. As she did so, his penis finally slipped out of her, followed by a stream of sperm. She suddenly realised they'd used no protection. What if she hadn't been on the pill? For some reason, she didn't feel horrified at the thought. Incredibly, she felt extremely turned on at the thought of a black man's baby growing in her stomach.

She reached down and took his slick penis in her hand, stroking it. It began to stiffen as he woke from his slumber. Annabelle did what she'd never done before, moving her head down and placing her mouth over a man's penis. Greedily she licked at the head and up and down his engorging shaft.

"Mmm yeah, suck my cock, slut," he groaned. A slut? Is that what I am now. she thought?

It didn't seem to bother her too much, so she kept on sucking, licking. Moving her head off and grinning with the dirtiest smile she could muster, she straddled him and sunk her vagina down on his meat, gasping as the whole length entered her in one go.

"I'm going to fuck this pussy up," he said, growling. As he began to pound her, Annabelle threw her head and begged for more, for him to screw her harder, faster. Falling forwards, she fed him her breasts and he eagerly suckled on her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her. It was too much and her orgasm exploded. Every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed her ecstasy out.

He was relentless, driving his cock up into her as she ground her hips downwards to meet his thrusts. She was losing all her inhibitions.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she said, using language she'd never considered before. "Fuck me like the Irish whore that I am!"

This spurred him on, amazingly finding more energy to increase his pace. He roared as his climax came, jets of sperm erupting from his cock, cascading into her womb. She shrieked as his spasming penis set off her second orgasm and they, for a second time, collapsed together into a blissful heap.

"That was amazing... again," Annabelle groaned, her body coming down from the highs of her orgasms. "I've never felt anything like that. Your... cock is so good, you're so good. I love it. Is it like this with all black guys? I've heard things and you were so wonderful..."

"Baby," Curtis chuckled, "you were great too. Any black man would love to stick his dick up in you, let me tell you. And yeah, I think it's pretty much true about us. Most of us are packing some serious hardware. I'm not really that big, not compared to some of my friends, you know?"

Annabelle was shocked. To her, Curtis had been huge, a monster... and he was considered small? Her body trembled with a post-orgasmic shudder, but she felt a burning desire to see if what he said was true.

"Well, it's something I need to think about..." she said, coyly. "I'd better go in case David wonders where I am."

"Will you tell him about us?" Curtis asked.

A pause.

"Yes, I think so," Annabelle said. "I think he deserves to know."