I felt the familiar butterflies in my belly as I pulled into Mike's driveway and slowed to a stop. My heart began to race and I sent my husband a quick email letting him know where I was. We couldn't text like a normal couple because Jerry would be spending the next five years in a federal prison for embezzlement and tax evasion. I breathed deep and climbed out of my 10 year old Nissan SUV. My cheeks felt warm and flushed and I began to grin like an idiot as I climbed the stairs and knocked on Mike's door.
I had met him on tinder and with Jerry's blessing. The first two years of my husband's incarceration I had been faithful but incredibly lonely. Our kids were both grown and lived a thousand miles away. I worked full time and interacted with my coworkers during the days but at night I had watched television and masturbated to take the edge off. I'd always been a very sexual person and as an adult I had never gone more than a month without sex before Jerry's arrest.
Two years after he entered the federal penitentiary to serve an 8 year sentence Jerry suggested I take a lover. He didn't want to lose me nor did I want to lose him but something had to change or I was going to lose my mind. We had been exchanging racy emails and pictures since he'd been gone and Jerry had confessed many of his deepest darkest fantasies in his emails. One fantasy that had come up repeatedly was him wanting to see me with a black man. I had played along and enjoyed the idea but I knew I could never do that in real life.
I had grown up in a small town in rural Georgia. I had never considered dating outside of my race. I had grown up at a time and in a place where good white girls didn't date blacks or Latinos and I'd always considered myself a good girl who sometimes did bad or naughty things.
I had met Jerry when we were in high school. He was a linebacker on the football team and I was a cheerleader. We had hooked up one night at a field party. We hooked up again the following week after his football game and had sex in the back of his pickup truck on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. After that we began dating steadily until I got pregnant three years later when Jerry was just finishing trade school. We were married before our son was born and we'd been married through ups and downs for more than twenty years.
Mike answered the door shirtless and I smiled brightly. He wasn't the kind of guy I was usually attracted to. I'd always liked muscular and fit men like Jerry. Mike was a big man with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He had a soft doughy belly but he carried himself well and had an abundance of self confidence which I found very appealing.
"Hey Baby Girl," Mike said in a deep baritone. He sounded like Barry White when he spoke and his sexy voice always sent a shiver down my spine.
"Hi Daddy," I replied softly. I hadn't understood the Daddy Dom dynamic when Mike and I first met but it had become a thing with us and I loved it. Mike made me feel safe and secure despite my situation with Jerry. He took care of me sexually and in other ways, and he had truly become my Daddy.
He stepped back and let me into the room as he spread his strong arms, welcoming me into his home. The pungent aroma of marijuana assaulted my senses and it mixed with his natural musk to start my juices flowing. Mike smoked a lot and I had unconsciously learned to associate the unique combination of smells with immense sexual pleasure. I loved my husband very much and I never would have had sex with Mike or anyone besides Jerry without his blessing but truth be told no one had ever satisfied me like Mike.
He had a great cock. It was long, thick and as black as night. The color had added to my excitement at first. The mind fuck of a good southern belle like me getting blacked was intense but it became clear to me after the first time that when used properly size did matter. No man before Mike had hit spots inside me like he did and I had never climaxed harder or more often than I did when he fucked me.
I pressed my body shamelessly against his and we started to kiss. We had been getting together two or three times per week for more than six months and what had started as a purely sexual relationship had grown into something much more. I cared about him. I had real feelings for him and his kisses still took my breath away.
My hands slid down his back, dragging my freshly manicured nails down his ebony flesh and leaving white ashy trails in their wake as Mike closed the door behind me. He lifted my sundress over my head and then we resumed our deep, sensuous kiss. I had, as requested, been naked under my dress and Mike pawed at my chubby pale body, squeezing my dimpled ass cheeks as our tongues entwined. I could feel my juices flooding my ravenous sex and I moaned as he tickled my sphincter with the tip of his finger. I'd never let Jerry fuck my ass but Mike had an open invitation to use my back door whenever he wanted. He had made me climax during anal and I had grown to love it even though his size left me very sore afterwards.
"Do you need some dick Baby Girl?" Mike teased as he smiled down at me. His warm hungry gaze and deep sexy voice made me shudder and I nodded.
