A week after our get together at Tommy's place, I could still feel the knot formed by my wrecked sphincter muscles, muscles that had been stretched, torn and ripped open, willingly, from my side, by Jim. The Hulk sized, black, muscles all over, slightly, huge cocked man who took me after I'd been used by Tommy and Mike. I smiled to myself, reached behind me to lightly graze my fingertips over the knot, causing a tingling in my nut sack as I did so.
I'd just walked in the door from work, as I walked toward the bedroom to change out of my work clothes, the phone rang.
Not recognizing the number, I groaned, I hope it wasn't a fucking telemarketer, and answered. "Hello?"
Silence.
Fuck. I started to take the phone from my ear, when I heard a low, hesitant "he... Hello?"
"Hello?" I answered back "Who's this?"
"Um, I...this is... Jim."
My pulse rate jumped as I heard the tentative voice. "Jim?"
"Yyyes. Jim from the other night. At Tommy's...this was a bad idea, I'm sorry..."
"NO!" I practically shouted "Hi, what's up?" I nervously replied.
"I um, well, I was wondering..." Silence.
Damn. "What's up Jim.. What can I do for you?" Or you do to me, I was thinking to myself.
Jim started again. "I was wondering, if it was alright with you...if you'd like to get together again...just to talk..."
Talk, hell, I want to feel him inside of me again. "Sure, anytime you want." My heart was racing, picturing myself, lying face down on the bed with Jim buried balls deep in my ass-pussy.
"Well, I have to confess, I'd not really thought this out too far in advance. To be honest, I can't really get together for a week or so, pretty busy, but I really want to get with you...I mean talk with you. Would it be alright if I call you in a week or so?"
"Sure, absolutely. Whenever you get a chance." I replied.
It was a nerve wracking week and a half before I heard from Jim again. I constantly found myself thinking about him. Or rather, to be more precise, his thick cock. And my ass. Being stretched open by him, again.
Finally, just as I was getting home again, my phone rang. I saw the number, recognizing it as Jim's. "Hello" I had to control my excited, nervous voice.
"Hello" I heard back, "It's Jim again, can you talk?"
I replied certainly.
"So, you still want to meet?" he asked
"Absolutely" I replied, "when and where?"
"Well, it's kind of difficult, you know...daytime is usually better for me, but I know it might be more difficult for you..."
"No, no actually, that might be easier for me also, how about tomorrow, at noon?"
Hmmm. Noon? Like in lunch? I had hoped for something a bit different. "Okay" I replied.
He mentioned a place, and I agreed, noon, the next day.
At the appointed time, I showed up, all most at the same time Jim arrived, his huge muscled body encased in a nicely tailored, designed to show his muscular body off, suit.
Oh oh. Had I totally misunderstood his intentions? Wait. My hopes, wishes, were they different from what he intended? Was this something else? Fuck. I felt a warm blush move down my face, as we shook hands and went to sit down.
"Thanks for agreeing to meet" he said
"Not a problem" I replied "What can I do for you?"
He looked around nervously, leaned forward, and in a low voice said "I hope I am not wrong, but I was wondering...hoping...maybe we could ...uhhh you know try some more of what we uhhh.." then he suddenly leaned back "But if I'm wrong, and you don't, please..."
I interrupted him "Shhh. Yes, yes of course I'd like to..."
He smiled. "Oh damn. Great. I was so nervous. Worried, you know, I need to keep this quiet."
"No WE need to keep this quiet. We're both married, can't let anyone know. Not even the other guys..."
"Oh definitely" he replied. "Look, you wanna get out of here?"
"Where?" I asked
"Hotel, next door? Is that okay" he asked cautiously
"Excellent" I said, feeling my cock starting to thicken "Let's go"
We exited the restaurant, and entered the hotel. "Come on, I already have a room" Jim said.
We hit the elevators, and rose to the sixth floor in silence. Jim turned and walked a few doors down, stopping and fumbling nervously with the key card. "This is it" he said.
Indeed.
We entered, Jim turned to me, extracting some papers from his suit pocket. "Here. Tommy told me you'd want to see these, first"
I took the offered papers, seeing they were lab test results, his blood work, all negative. Excellent, no STDs. In my anxiety to be with him again, I'd completely forgotten my standing rule, no sex without proof of healthiness.
I handed Jim back his papers, stepped forward, and lightly ran my fingers over the front of his pants. I could feel something hard. "Let's get you more comfortable" I said, lowering myself to my knees in front of him.
Lightly tracing my fingertips down his thighs and legs, I reached and slowly slid his zipper down, the back of my hand grazing his thickening member as I did so.
His zipper fully down, I opened his fly, easing my fingers in to touch his thick, black cock. Mmmm. It felt wonderful. I tried to take him out, but he was already too big to get through his fly. I stood up, and helped him take off his jacket, then his tie.
Smoothing my hands down his hard muscled chest, I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it back off his shoulders, my hands slipping under the shirt to caress his muscled chest. Oh god.
His shirt opened, I knelt once again, to undo his belt buckle. Opening the snap on his pants, I kept them up while Jim kicked off his shoes. I lowered his pants, my hands shaking as I passed his now bulging cock.
I lowered them to the floor, helping him out of them, turned and placed them on the chair, before I rose once more, to take his shirt off. I paused, looking at the most magnificent, muscled black body I had ever seen.
Taking a breath, I started to pull down his obscenely bulging underwear, coming to my knees as his dark, rock-hard cock sprang out at my face.
