It was your typical Saturday afternoon in April and there I was in the middle of a do-it-yourself store at 2:30 trying to figure out what book would be best to teach me how to remodel my bathroom. This really isn’t my thing, usually my husband does things like this, but he was busy fishing all weekend and I was growing weary of the way our bathroom looked. I hadn’t intended on going to this store that day, I had planned on doing some clothes shopping and perhaps having a latte at Starbucks later on; so I was dressed nicely. I was wearing a tight brown short-sleeved sweater that showed off my 36DDD breasts quite nicely, along with a beige suede leather skirt that came to about mid-thigh. It really accented my legs quite nicely as I am rather tall- 5'10" to be exact. I was wearing a pair of strappy sandals so I didn’t have on nylons. I was wearing my long curly red hair up in a bun so that it wouldn’t get in the way while I tried on clothes.
Well, as I was looking over the books this very handsome black man entered the same section, and I couldn’t help but get the feeling that he was checking me out. Usually I would ignore something like this since I am a happily married woman, but this man was a hunk! He was about 6" tall,in his 30's, very muscular with piercing brown eyes and impeccably dressed. As he looked at me I started getting wet. I took a glance in his direction and I noticed a huge bulge in his pants, that made me even hotter. I tried to get a grip on myself and I decided to leave the section so I wouldn’t be tempted any further. As I went towards the aisle way he stepped out in front of me.
“Hello,” he said in a hushed yet sexy voice, “I usually don’t do this, but you are really sexy and I would like to fuck you. Meet me by the bathrooms in 5 minutes if you would like, and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”
I didn’t know what to do, I just blushed and nodded as he walked away. I stood there in the aisle way for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and I had been curious about black men since I hadn’t been with one-my husband was the only man I had ever been with and he is as white as I am. Finally I found myself walking towards the restrooms, and there he was waiting for me.
“You did decide to come, I was just about to leave” he told me.
“How long have you been waiting?” I asked.
“10 minutes. So do you want to do this?”
“Wow, I didn’t realize I took that long. I really had to think this over, you see, I’m married.” I explained.
“That’s alright, I understand, I’m married too. Besides, just because you’re married doesn’t mean you don’t have desires.”
I nodded.
“My name is Mike, by the way, what is yours?”
“Sheri.” I said as I came closer to him. I could smell the musky scent of his cologne which made me want to fuck him right there. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and started nibbling on my neck. I moaned softly, and he broke our embrace to open the men’s room door.
“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” I asked.
“Not a problem,” he said as he locked the door, “see, no one can get in.”
He started coming towards me and I was quivering like a leaf. He wrapped his arms around me and started fondling my ass while he kissed me. And what a kiss that was, I had never been kissed like that before, and it felt so good. I could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, so I undid the zipper. Out came the largest cock I had ever seen and I gasped at the sight of it.
