Chapter 2

Deanna:  I was a little hesitant when Lewis pushed me away and started his car to drive me to his apartment.  Not only had I never been unfaithful to Ted, my husband of two years, but I’d never been attracted to a black man, let alone contemplated letting one in my panties.  But oh were my panties wet.  Between the raging lust and the alcohol coursing through my body, I let my doubts go and started unbuckling Lewis’s belt and undoing his pants as he drove the short distance to his place.

I could tell from the bulge in his jeans that Lewis lived up to the stereotype about black men.  His penis felt massive, twice the size of anything I’d ever experienced before.  Not that I’m all that experienced – I didn’t marry Ted without a few flings in high school and college, but not that many and nothing that would have prepared me for the size I was feeling through the thin cotton of his Levi’s.  His size shocked me back to a sense of what I was about to do.  Not only was he huge, but he was also black.  I was about to have sex with a black man.

Before I could finish getting his cock out of his pants, Lewis gunned the car into a parking space and opened the driver’s side door and got out, leaving me in the car.  He came around the car to my side and picked me up in his arms and carried me to his apartment door.  We went straight to the bedroom where he put me down, grabbed my shoulders and ripped my shirt open, spaying buttons and tearing the cloth before I could protest.  Then he ripped open my slacks and pushed me back on the bed, sliding my panties off my hips and down my legs in a quick motion.  He stood over me and unbuttoned his jeans as I got out of my bra, then he was on me, in me and fucking me with a ferociousness I had never dreamed possible.  He bit my neck and grabbed my ass as his massive cock filled my vagina as it’s never been filled before.  The pleasure and pain of his pounding sex brought me quickly to orgasm, but he maintained his self-control for what seemed to be an eternity.  I climaxed again and again as the alcohol wore off and I grasped the full meaning of what was happening – I was being fucked, ravaged by a black man.

After what seemed like forever, Lewis’s cock stiffened, and I knew he was about to come in my womb.  I was off birth control as Ted and I were trying to get pregnant, but I didn’t care.  Lewis grabbed my hair and my ass and grunted like a mad man as he emptied his load in me.  I was climaxing again as he jammed his cock against my cervix and his black seed drenched my white cunt.  Then he collapsed on top of me.

We spent the night in his bed but got very little sleep.  I basked in his strong arms and dozed with him for a few minutes, then he would stroke my hair and fondle my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples before he re-entered my still-soaked vagina.  He started a slow, lazy fucking rhythm that engulfed me and inflamed my desire for him.  Over and over, throughout the night he fucked me, slowly, building up speed and intensity, both of us climaxing together. 

The next morning, I was gripped with the realization that I never let Ted know I wasn’t coming home.  I nearly jumped out of Lewis’s bed and grabbed my clothes, only to remember that they were in tatters.  I looked helplessly at Lewis as he lay in the bed grinning at me.

“There’s a drawer full of hoodies in the dresser that are probably long enough to cover that pretty little cunt of yours,” he said with an air of playfulness that I was in no mood for.

“Don’t you have any shorts or anything I can wear?” I asked.

“Sure I do, but I really like the idea of you putting on your high heels and walking back to your car with my cum running down your thighs and soaking your car seat.  Let your husband know right off what happened last night.”

I was stunned.  Lewis was my employee.  I deserved a certain level of respect.  His behavior was completely intolerable.

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking Deanna, I know full well what you’re thinking, and you know what?”  He stopped smiling.  “This is how it’s gonna be from now on.” 

And although I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as he described the way life for me, for us, all of us, had changed, I knew he was right. 

Ted’s Story

I was worried sick when Deanna didn’t come home that night, for a variety of reasons.  My immediate concerns were where she was and whether she was alright.  I called all the hospitals and the police but to no end.  I called her cell a dozen times and drove around aimlessly, not really knowing where to look or what to do.  Not calling, not showing up at all was not like Deanna.  Not like her at all.  I was worried sick.

But on top of those usual concerns, the little voice in the back of my mind was relentless.  I’ve always felt that Deanna was too good for me, she just didn’t realize it.  When we started dating, I was always into her way more than she was into me.  I pursued her with a single-mindedness that bordered on maniacal because I knew a girl like Deanna didn’t come along but once for a guy like me. 

I’d had my share of girlfriends over the years, but they were all somewhat plain or boring – or both.  Nobody really excited me before I met Deanna, but she was a dream come true.  She was so beautiful and sexy but had no idea the effect she had on me, on men in general.  I thought she was kidding the first time she asked me if I thought she was pretty as if that was up for debate.  I’m five years older than Deanna and I know when a woman is just fishing for compliments, and she was honestly asking me if I thought she was pretty.  I probably went overboard on my response, as I’m sure so many men who wanted to be with her had done.  But I couldn’t help myself.  I was like an awkward teenager around Deanna, and I don’t think that helped my cause at all.

After a long courtship and a short engagement, we were married, but I never got the feeling that Deanna was all that happy about it.  I felt like she decided it was time for her to get married and have kids, because that’s what her sisters and friends were doing, and she needed to get on with her life.  We tried to get her pregnant right from the honeymoon but two years into the effort the lack of success was beginning to take its toll.  Her ambivalence and my insecurity were never far from my thoughts and the night she didn’t come home, my imagination went into overdrive. 

At least that’s what I thought until she finally came home the next morning.

Lewis:  I could tell as soon as I woke up that Deanna was back in boss mode.  I knew that I had to put an end to that for good.

“You’re going to make me walk to my car?” Deanna asked, incredulous.  “You’re going to drive me to my car, Lewis, and you’re going to do it right now.”

“That’s not going to happen.  I’m in charge now, and I am going to go back to bed and get some sleep.”  I walked her to the door and opened it for her to leave.  She stepped outside reluctantly as I stood at the door to my apartment and lectured her.

“You are going to walk back to the bar, drive home and get some sleep yourself.  Then tonight you’re going to come back here and wear something really slinky and sexy, and I’m going to take you out and parade you around because you’re mine now.  And when I’m done showing you off to everyone, I’m going to bring you back here and I’m going to fuck you tonight like I fucked you last night.  I’m going to fuck you like that tomorrow night and the night after that.  So, go home and get some sleep, because you’re going to need it.”

“I’m married,” Deanna said in a subdued way.  “How am I going to explain all this to my husband?”

I smiled at Deanna.  “I don’t give a fuck what you tell him.  Just make damn sure you’re back here at seven sharp.”

Then I slammed the door in her face.

Ted: I heard her car pull up to our apartment around eight Saturday morning and I rushed to the door to find out where she’d been and what had happened that she couldn’t let me know what was going on.  The sight of her stunned me into disbelief.  Her hair was a mess, her clothes were nowhere to be seen, she was wearing just a man’s sweatshirt barely covering her as she pulled it down self-consciously.  She looked exhausted, but I was doubly astounded when she walked right past me and headed for the bedroom.

“I need to get some sleep,” she said as she dropped her purse on the floor and closed the bedroom door.  I barged right in behind her.

“Are you kidding me?” I shouted.  “I don’t hear a word from you all night and now you just want to ignore me and go to bed?  Where were you?”

“I don’t want to get into this now Ted, and believe me, you don’t want to either,” she said.  “Let me get a few hours of sleep and I’ll explain everything.”

“That’s not fair, Deanna.  I don’t deserve to be treated like this.”

“You’re right Ted, you don’t deserve to be treated like this, but I don’t have the energy to talk, so if you want to walk out on me, I’ll understand.  In fact, that’s probably exactly what you should do.  Now get out.”  With that, she pushed me out of the bedroom and locked the door.