This will serve as a second in an ongoing series that chronicles the adventures of Roger and Barbara. If the demand is there, i will definitely add to the story.
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"Remember Roger. It's just lunch. No funny business today."
"Sure thing Barbara, whatever you say." I said with a smile that did nothing to hide the fact that, I had planned to sink my white member into that hot black ass before I left Dallas if it harelipped Jerry Jones.
"You're looking very handsome and dapper. I've never seen you in a suit before." She said as she admired the outfit that I had selected just for our outing. I only owned one suit, but it cost 2 grand. A wise old black R&B singer had given me this advice when I was first starting out.
"Young blood, if you're going to get a suit, spend the money so that it'll look right on you. Even if you can only afford one. It's better to have a single thousand dollar suit, than to have ten one hundred dollar trainwrecks."
"Well, I'll have to correct you a bit. You've saw me in a suit before." I said with that same shit eating grin from earlier.
"What? When?" She asked, with a surprised tone in her voice.
"The night we met. I was in my birthday suit."
She laughed loudly. I suppose the memory of that night still held a high place in her mind. Lord knows it sure held that spot in my head.
"I guess I was in mine as well." She said with a soft sigh. "I've missed you Roger. I miss how you made me feel that night. I miss how you fucked me." She said as she lightly touched my thy.
That night, back in July, I didn't get a clear view of Barbara's body. Well, I mean I did, but I was high as a fucking kite! Besides, we went from zero to fucking in 3.5 seconds. The towel that she was wearing that night didn't do her justice. She sat next to me at the bar of the eatery and I realized that this fifty something beauty was by far the sexiest woman that I've ever been with in my short twenty seven years.
She wore a pair of very tight and form fitting Levi's jeans, a Dallas cowboys t-shirt, and some rubber soled platform open toe sandals which showed off her perfectly manicured feet.
I'm not a feet man necessarily, but, Barbara could definitely be a foot model. I loved her dark skin; I love her Anita Baker hairstyle, and the fact that she was allowing her graying roots to gain dominance.
She also had those full, curvaceous, black woman hips. I wanted desperately to get inside of her again, but she had made it clear that this would just be "lunch, no dessert", so I changed the subject.
"How are your daughters?" I asked her. The two had also coupled up with my two friends for that long July weekend.
"Schalanda is as big as a house! Barefoot, happy and pregnant. She doesn't care about Josh not being an active father unless he absolutely wants to. She just wants her some pretty Debarge looking babies. She will raise them alone if she has to."
"Debarge. Well, hopefully her kids will fare better than the originals."
"Wasn't that a shame? Drugs, jail time, their father really screwed them up." She said.
"He did indeed. Now, what about Jazzelyn? How is she?"
"Well, she and her husband are doing fine. They are closing on a new house; in fact, she wants to host Christmas this year. She seems very happy."
Fuck! I was hoping for some tension in her marriage. I mean, her fine ass did eventually allow Sean to cum in her that weekend after adamantly admonishing him not to do so. So I wondered if her resolve, and loyalty toward her mate had somehow eroded over that time period.
I knew that peer pressure was the only reason why she agreed to participate with us in the first place, three men, three women, four of the six are all in; it made it hard for her to resist the urge to be apart of the pack.
When I first saw her, I was completely blown away. If Barbara was the sexiest woman that I'd ever been with, then definitely Jazz was the sexiest one I had ever seen period! But, waste not want not; she, much like her mother, seems to have zero interest in parting her legs for me at this time, so I muster what small vestige of pride that I have left after being so thoroughly rejected by Barbara, and decide to make my exit.
"Barbara it's been good seeing you. But it's time for me to get back. BTW, hows your husband?"
She laughed again. The only reason that I had met her in the first place was because she had come to the Essence Festival that I was working that weekend; she had accompanied her daughters at their urging; this was done to help take her mind off the fact that her husband of thirty plus years had been unfaithful. I wasn't sure if the laugh meant that everything was copacetic, or if she had reverted back into cheat mode.
"We are actually good. Leo has been soooooo attentive and loving! Hell, I don't think that I can think of a time when we haven't been side by side since. Especially after he gave his dental practice to our son. We travel, we go out to fine restaurants, we club hop, dance, and we fuck all of the time."
What the hell! Does she think that it's easy to constantly hear her use the word "fuck" in that manner?
"He knows that I'm here right now as well. He knows that I came by to meet you for lunch." She added.
"Really? How well did that go over?"
"When I initially told him about us; it reinvigorated him. After so many years, I suppose the thought of having the same pussy night after night after night had gotten a bit monotonous. Our sex life had seen a rapid decline. I could walk around him completely naked, and not so much as a glance in my direction. But, somehow, my encounter with you, rekindled his interest in me."
"The baby rattle analogy. The baby doesn't give a shit about the rattle sitting on the floor until another baby reaches for it." I said with a very small hint of bitterness in my voice.
She reaches for my hand. She had this calming effect about her; almost motherly in a way. Maybe that's what attracted me to her. My own alcoholic piece of shit mother never had any of those instincts, so it's possible that I'm using Barbara to replace what I missed as a child.
"Roger I know what you came here expecting today, and to be honest, you had every right to expect more. I would have loved to have given you more. I want more, trust me. But."
"But what?"
"I made a pact with Leo. No more infidelity on either of our parts."
"I see, well. It's been real Barbara, but I really need to go. Best of luck to you and, Leo." I said as I rose to depart.
"Wait Roger. Don't leave like this. At least allow me to have a kiss. I mean, what's the harm In that?"
"A kiss?"
"Yes. Just one though."
"One kiss."
"Just one." She said.
So I reach down and plant my lips onto hers.
One hour later...
"Baby! Why are you fucking me like this?" Barbara screamed as I hammered away at her pussy as she lay on her back in the motel bed.
If you're confused; just know that one kiss led to another, and then another. One nipple tweak here and there. Next thing you know, we've made our way across the street to a fairly common motel chain. And not to use the most tired cliché in the English language, but the rest is history.
I stood at the edge of the bed and slowly fed her my dick while she lay there with her legs raised in a v-shaped position. I watched as my cock disappeared into her dark opening and then reappeared as I slowly pulled it out. Barbara never once closed her mouth or opened her eyes. I rested my hands on her hips as I kept her from drifting too far away from my thrusts.
I knew that my nut was quickly approaching and that I had neither the desire nor the will power to stave it off. Barb had cum at least twice already, so I felt ok with blowing my own load.
