Lisa slipped out of her blouse. The black man on the bed grinned and motioned her to him. Being a woman in her mid-thirties and mother of three, Lisa was still very sexy. She had long, shoulder length red hair, green eyes, and a tight girlish figure.
"Do you want me?" the man asked.
"You know I do," she said.
They embraced. She felt the warmth of his body and the power of his grip. She felt him reach between her legs and rub his thick fingers over her mound. It felt good to have him touch her. She felt wet and loose. She closed her eyes and a few moments more her pants were around her ankles.
"Well well," Derek teased, "a naked white woman in my hotel room. What am I to do?"
"I think you're supposed to make me do naughty things," she replied, blushing.
"You've never been naughty?" he asked.
"Lisa shrugged. "Before I was married maybe. But change is a good thing. Sometimes."
It had been weeks since Lisa had last had sex. Her husband was usually preoccupied with his business. She had met Derek on the internet and had fallen into a deep infatuation. She kept their friendship secret. At first it had been friendly emails and online chat. Eventually they exchanged pictures, played on video-cam, and talked about their desires. Now she was here, a white wife meeting her black lover for the first time, nervous but willing.
Derek stood. He guided Lisa's hands to his crotch. He bent and they kissed passionately. Their tongues met and her fingers slowly caressed the bulge in his pants. She allowed him to lead her to bed and crawled on top of the covers. She opened her legs, giving him an uninhibited view while he undressed.
Derek was tall, in his mid-forties, and had a flat stomach and tight butt. His penis was long and thick, and dangled between his legs like a fire hose.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, smiling.
"You have big balls," she managed.
"Do you like big balls?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she replied, "big and bouncy."
"All the better to cum in you, my dear," he teased.
Naked, Derek lay beside her, stroking her hair, kissing her lips, and touching her. She let him do as he wished. His hands roamed, touching her breasts, her hips, her wet pussy. He guided her hand back to his genitalia . She ran her fingers along the dark black penis and smiled.
"Does your husband know?" he asked.
"No," she replied, "you are my secret."
