Spare time was an awful thing sometimes. Cara used to like the days she spent while her husband was at work. She would clean, cook, do laundry, read, shop, and just be content. Now, though, the idle time drove her insane it seemed.
It gave her too much time to think. She wasn't thinking about her husband, Jared. He was too boring for her to waste any time thinking much about. No, her thoughts mostly centered on the man she spent one evening a week with: star player in the NBA, James Walker.
He had awakened her to the only sexual pleasure she had ever experienced in her life and she was completely in love with him. Cara already decided to leave Jared but the process was longer (and more expensive) than she ever imagined.
She needed a job. Jared would hate it but she didn't have a choice. Not only would she need money to file for divorce but once the divorce was final she would need a way to support herself. Her lawyer promised she would have a small fortune from her share of Jared's money but that made her feel awful.
Plus James was getting very impatient. Just last night they talked about her divorce.
"I don't get it," he said as they sprawled naked on his living room floor. "Why is it taking so long?" He snaked one of his mile long black arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close. "I want you all to myself. Finally." He nuzzled at her neck.
"You have me all to yourself. You're the only one I want." She pulled his gorgeous face up to hers and kissed him long and hard. "You're the only one I want to be with." She kissed down his neck. "You're the only one I want in my bed." As her lips fastened over one of his nipples, she looked up at him with a smile. "Or, more accurately, your bed."
"Cara..." he groaned in that way that shot desire through her. "Baby..."
"Hmm...?" She licked delicately at his navel.
"Take me inside," he begged, panting.
Cara did as he asked but not how he expected. When her lips closed around his giant, black cock, he sat up and screamed her name. This was new. He had never asked her to do this and she had never tried it. But her curiosity over the act had been building. If she knew he would taste this delicious, she would have done it long ago.
"Goddamnit!" he yelled, as she began to suck the short amount of his dick that she could fit in her tiny mouth. He looked down into her deep, Asian eyes, taking in her layers of dark hair, and he threw his head back with a long groan.
Cara worried that her lack of experience would show but she tried to at least be enthusiastic. His reaction was comforting at least and she worked to satisfy him.
"Stop," he gasped, breathlessly. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her head up and off him. "I'm about to cum, baby. I don't want to do it in your mouth. Come here." He took her mouth in a deep kiss, his hand stroking her tits and down to her pussy as she straddled his lap. Groaning against her mouth, he growled, "Christ! You're so fucking wet, baby."
"For you," she breathed. "Only for you."
"I know and it drives me wild. Cara! I need to be inside you, baby. Now!" He lifted her and once his rigid cock lined up with her soaked pussy, he drove inside. They both moaned as their hips moved against each other. James gripped her ass tightly, grinding her into his cock. "Fuck yeah! I love your ass! Say it, baby! Say it!"
She knew what words he wanted. "I love you. Oh, fuck me, James! Fuck me hard! I love your huge cock inside me and I love you . . . so much! Only you, James. Only you."
"Yeah, baby! I'm cumming!" He raised her ass and slammed it down into him repeatedly until she was withering against him. When his cum shot inside her she let her orgasm burst out from her.
Cara's head fell to his shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Goddamn!" he panted. "Is it better every time?" he asked her.
"I don't know about better but it's amazing every time." She kissed the side of his neck. "All I want is to crawl into bed with you right now and stay the night in your arms."
"Let me get my breath back and I'll carry you there."
"But I have to go," she said regretfully.
James lifted her head, threading his fingers through her hair and looking into her eyes. "Our season starts soon," he told her. "We'll be on the road a lot."
She nodded. She knew this, though she tried to keep the thought from her head. What would she do for weeks on end without him? And would he be with other women on the road? Cara loved him but they had never talked about their relationship in respect to exclusivity. She just wasn't sure.
"I'll miss you," she said quietly, honestly.
James squeezed her against him. "That's why I wish the divorce was final. I want you with me, Cara."
"On the road?" She was startled.
"Yeah. I mean it's not the best situation but it's gorgeous cities and nice hotel rooms. Plus we could be together every night and you could come to the games. That's what I want. I keep thinking about being able to look into the crowd and see you or at least just know you're there watching. It would be the best." He kissed her and her heart melted when he rested his forehead on hers.
This couldn't happen. As much as she wanted the life he described she had to be realistic. Cara was in the middle of a divorce and she needed to find a job to support herself. Plus she couldn't imagine James wouldn't be happier going to clubs with fans instead of coming "home" to her every night. She remembered her research and the pictures of his life. That was reality.
She gave him a quick kiss before pulling away to begin to get dressed. "Sounds ideal but I can't just take off in the middle of all this. Hell, I haven't even told him yet. I've got to get my nerve up for that." She was rambling but couldn't stop. "I have so many papers to go through and the lawyer bills keep piling up. I'm looking for a job but it's not easy. I have a few interviews lined up but who will hire me with no experience? I'm hoping to get something entry level but-"
"Wait."
In her haste to dress and avoid his eyes, Cara hadn't realized James was up and almost fully dressed beside her. Oh God. What had she said? "What?" she asked, warily.
"You need money?"
