An Interracial Romance

And Scott had decent longevity when he made slow and passionate love to his wife. Kristina's issue was that she preferred to be fucked hard, which she always had. It was the only way she could achieve climax during intercourse.

Scott's problem was twofold. First, despite his manly physique, personae, and occasional violent outbursts, her husband was a pussycat inside the bedroom. Maybe it was from being brought up in a house with four sisters, but Scott just didn't seem to have it inside himself to be a take-charge kind of lover.

And worse yet was the fact that on the handful of occasions Kristina had been able to encourage her husband to become adventurous, he'd gone off like a roman candle within the first thirty seconds of their more vigorous carnal congress. As a result, Kristina stopped encouraging further experimentation after the last occasion.

Reggie and Darius rejoined the two ladies on the couch, preventing Kristina from defending her husband. Truth be told, it would have been a half-hearted attempt to do so even if she'd had the time and privacy. In the last couple of weeks, Scott's behavior hadn't left her much in the mood to defend him. Her displeasure with her husband was one reason she was taking such a guilty pleasure in enjoying tonight's festivities. Her being here to entertain this handsome black man would never amount to anything, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with it. Maybe she would even flirt with him a little. What could it hurt?

The thought of doing so sent a tingle to Kristina's core.

Ever the outgoing tramp she'd always been. Lissy tossed Kristina the remote and suggested that she and Darius locate a movie for the four to watch while announcing that parts of her really needed to speak with parts of Reggie, adding that it could be a lengthy conversation.

As Reggie scooped her friend up, Kristina felt her face flush; Lissy's legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he carried her towards the back bedrooms.

She snuck a glance at Darius, who could only smile and shrug his shoulders. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by the scene that had just played out in front of them.

"She's not kidding you know. Those two sometimes go at it for hours and can be quite noisy, particularly Lissy."

Kristina could only laugh as she felt her embarrassment at the situation fade. Darius was so easy to talk to that he made all the nerves and anxiety she'd felt coming into tonight seem silly in retrospect.

"Yeah, I shared an apartment with her in college. The walls were thin, so trust me, I've heard it all before."

And Kristina had. Lissy could be pretty demanding and bossy during sex. So much so that she intimidated some men, scaring them off. But, apparently, Mr. Reggie Worth wasn't easily scared.

"Oh? And how much did she have to listen to your proclivities?" Reggie asked in a teasing yet flirtatious manner, making Kristina's stomach feel funny. "I know a beautiful woman like you didn't make it through college without having a little fun herself."

His words made Kristina instantly feel good. It had been a long time since a man had said something that made her feel desirable. Scott certainly hadn't done it in recent memory. If anything, he seemed to go out of his way of late to point out every shortcoming he could find, real or imagined.

"I'll have you know that I was the virtuous one of our duo," Kristina said, in faux-indignation, though she was barely able to keep from smiling.

Darius merrily cut his eyes at her, clearly not buying her act. Kristina couldn't help but notice how cute his playfulness was. Why couldn't Scott cut up with her like this? Her husband was always so staid and severe in his approach to life.

It wore on Kristina.

"And what exactly was that look for?" Kristina fired back, returning Darius's simple flirtation, and finding a brief thrill at doing so.

"Hmphhh," Darius huffed as his index finger pointed at her waving up and down the length of her body. "You're going to try and tell me that you kept a body that hot covered up all four years of school without causing a riot? I'm not buying it."

Kristina felt her face and chest flush with blood and heat beginning to build between her legs. She wasn't able to hold Darius's firm and confident stare. Just knowing that he was gazing at her body in such a lascivious manner sent her heart to beating rapidly once again.

Perhaps seeing that he'd made her uncomfortable, Darius reached out and gently touched Kristina's bare shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I didn't mean to upset you, honestly."

Kristina's mind raged as she tried to get ahold of the confusing conglomeration of feelings crowding her mind. She was baffled by her body's reaction to Darius. Other men had flirted with her since she'd committed to Scott without her ever feeling this way. Kristina struggled to pinpoint exactly what it was about Darius that left her in such a flustered state.

She knew she needed to offer a reply, but Kristina could hardly trust her tongue at the moment. So instead, she found her hands clasped together and her fingers once again spinning her wedding band. Kristina couldn't say for sure whether it was a nervous gesture or an attempt to ward off the handsome black man setting just a foot away.

"It's okay. I'm just not used to hearing things like that, I guess."

"You mean your man doesn't tell you that everyday?" Darius asked incredulously. "Shame on him then, because a woman as gorgeous as you deserves to hear about it often."

Kristina found herself blushing even brighter at that remark. Barely brave enough to do so but desperately wanting to see his face so that she could judge his sincerity, Kristina hazarded what was meant to be a quick glance at the good-looking man next to her. But, instead, his attractive face stared back at her earnestly, and his eyes bored into her with something she hadn't expected to see.

Arousal.

Kristina felt her nipples harden and, for the first time, realized that her racing pulse had settled in a spot a good bit lower than her chest. A steady throb was starting to build between her thighs. A beating that both thrilled and terrified her.

A sense of panic rushed through her body; Kristina stood quickly and made her way over to the bank of windows lining the far wall.

"I haven't seen your view. Wow, you really get a great glimpse of the city from up here."

Kristina heard Darius stand and listened to his footsteps crossing the room to where she stood. She heard him stop just behind her and could just make out the faintest hint of his reflection in the window's mirror-like surface. The sudden urge to drift back into his lean and manly body threatened to overtake her, but Kristina struggled to fight it.

"Yeah, the view was one big reason I purchased when I did. I've always found looking down on the city at night a bit romantic."

Darius was close enough behind her and positioned so that Kristina could feel his breath tickling her right ear causing goosebumps to rise up on her neck. She couldn't help but wonder if he was experiencing anything remotely close to what she was.

"It is," Kristina responded, more to break the thoughts running rampant through her mind than anything. "Living out in the suburbs I can still see the stars on a clear night, and I've always found those romantic. All those twinkling lights down below kind of remind me of that."

"Another thing is how close it is to work. I'm just a short cab ride from being in the office. If you look just there in the distance, the tall building on the left side of the street that gets a bit smaller about every ten floors. That's where I work."

Darius had reached over her shoulder, pointing to the building, his bare arm grazing her cheek as her eyes followed where his finger pointed. Darius's mouth was so close to her ear that the vibrations from his masculine voice shivered down her spine.

Kristina couldn't help but think how this just wasn't her. She didn't put herself in situations like this. The shame at what she was feeling was nearly overwhelming. Happily married women didn't act this way. Did they?

Just as quickly as he was there, Darius was gone, backing away from Kristina enough that she could once again breathe. She felt herself in a near panic, though not at any pressure Darius was putting on her. On the contrary, he'd been a gentleman in every way. It was what her own body was craving, and the dirty thoughts cascaded throughout her mind. Maybe hearing repeatedly for two months from Lissy how she desperately needed to try sex with a black man had conditioned her mind for this very moment. Or perhaps it was just Darius's overall sexiness and charisma because he had both in spades. Whatever the reason, Kristina couldn't deny that she was madly attracted to the handsome black man.

If her father could hear the thoughts she was having, he'd likely disown her. While he wasn't the rabid racist her grandfather had been, Kristina could imagine her dad wanting to throttle his little girl if he knew the situation she'd put herself in tonight.

And Scott wasn't much better when it came to blacks, making tonight that much more dangerous.

She needed a moment to think, time to clear her head. Kristina knew that she was in real danger of doing something she'd sworn she would never do. Kristina knew that cheating on Scott wasn't the answer despite their marriage issues and her own doubts about its possible long-term prospects. She'd been the grieved party in their relationship until now, but if Kristina gave in to what she was currently feeling, that would no longer be the case.

"Can you point me to the restroom?" Kristina asked, finally turning to face Darius and finding him standing back away from her but studying her with a lustful gaze.

"The guest bathroom is the second door on the right." he replied, pointing down the hall.

As she walked away, Kristina couldn't help but throw a glance over her shoulder. She found Darius's eyes staring at her with a lurid intensity as she walked away. Knowing that he saw her as attractive as Kristina found him was thrilling. Not that she could ever do anything about it, but it was still nice to be desired, particularly by a man as sexy as Darius. The thought of him watching had her adding a little extra wiggle to her hips as she made her way down the hall.

Kristina found the bathroom and closed the door behind her, locking it. She then made her way over to the toilet, raising the hem of her skirt so that she could shimmy her panties down. Looking down, Kristina could clearly see a dark spot in the crotch of the pale blue thong. Reaching down, she eased a finger lightly against her labia, finding them swollen and saturated with her juices.

Sighing as she sat down on the toilet seat and began to relieve herself, Kristina felt a hint of shame at having become so aroused by a man other than her husband. A man that she had never met before tonight. Darius had her leaking into her panties with hardly a touch and just a little flirtation. Had Scott ever had that effect on her?

If he had, Kristina couldn't remember the occasion. With Scott, it had never been about sex or passion. Instead, he'd offered her stability at a time she craved it. Kristina had always wanted to be a mother at a young enough age that she could enjoy it, and in her mid-twenties, she'd felt that call. Scott had, of course, promised to give her just what she wanted.

Yet here they were three years later with no results to speak of so far. A couple of times, Kristina thought she might have been pregnant, only to have it be a false alarm. What made matters worse was Kristina feared becoming pregnant with her husband's child because of all the uncertainty in their marriage. So much so that she'd quietly gone back on the pill several months ago, reasoning that she could always stop taking them if things improved.

Kristina took great care in wiping herself, repeatedly dabbing with toilet paper to absorb the wetness between her legs. As she stood and righted her clothing, smoothing out her dress, Kristina wondered how much longer she would have to stall. Surely Lissy and Reggie wouldn't be much longer. For all of Lissy's bluster about the handsome black man's staying power, it had already been a half-hour; certainly, they would be done soon?

Checking her appearance in the mirror, Kristina couldn't help but notice the blush still present on her cheeks. She took a deep breath, trying to quell the spark of arousal still burning inside her before it could once again flame up.

The woman who stared back at her in the mirror seemed different from the Kristina she had seen this morning as she dressed for work. Yes, her build was still the same. At five foot four and a hundred and twenty-five pounds, Kristina's body held just the right amount of curves to turn most men's heads. Her thirty-four C breasts were still firm, and her hips had just enough flare to make her taut waist appear even smaller.

Her long dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders, framing a pretty face highlighting what she'd always been told were intense blue eyes. It was in those eyes that she found the difference. They held a spark of life in them that had been missing throughout her marriage to Scott. Something she'd seen staring back at her every day in high school and college when she'd been a wild child alongside Lissy.

There was also a glint of something else showing in them. This version of Kristina yearned to be taken and have her body ravished by the man waiting for her back in the living area. The woman staring back at her didn't want to have to settle for a subpar sex life just so she could have a family.

Why couldn't she have it all? Passion, stability, a loving relationship, and family were what Kristina wanted. So, why had she been so eager to settle for good enough when Scott came along?

Maybe Lissy had been right all along, and Kristina had just failed to listen to her friend. But, on the other hand, perhaps it was a blessing that she hadn't gotten pregnant early in her marriage, and now it was time to cut her losses?

Regardless, she owed it to Scott to tell him that face to face with her marital vows intact and unblemished. But, of course, that meant resisting the temptation that was Darius Slater.

No matter how hard it would be to do so.

Chapter Three

As she opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall, Kristina looked first to her left, where she saw the back of Darius's head sitting on the large sectional. He was apparently flipping through movie choices trying to find something for the four of them to watch.

A sound to her right dragged her attention away from Darius. It was a familiar noise from her past. One that took her mind to the party lifestyle she'd shared with Lissy back when they'd both been utterly wanton and free-spirited with their minds and bodies. They'd experimented with sex and drugs of various varieties while never straying too far from one another. It was as if they'd acted as each other's safety blanket, always brave enough to push a bit further as long as the other was there to enjoy the ride alongside them.

Kristina could hear Reggie talking, but the bass in his voice made distinguishing his words difficult. However, Lissy's dulcet and melodious tones were unmistakable, as was the sound of sensual rapture they carried.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me harder, please! Just like that! Ooooh yeah! I'm gonna cum on that big black cock again, baby!"

Kristina eased closer to the bedroom door as if heeding the call of a pied piper's flute. Her ear not quite touching its surface; she closed her eyes and took in the carnal sounds of the symphony of lust being played behind its thickness.

The noise of flesh on flesh pounding together was unmistakable, as were Lissy's coos of gratitude at Reggie's efforts. Now, though, Kristina could clearly make out her best friend's lover's words, and they awoke a long-dormant beast inside her. One that yearned to be taken and dominated.

"That's it, slut. Back that white pussy up on that black cock. Fuck yourself on that nigga dick like you were born to do. Cum on that big black cock again!"

A resounding smack followed Reggie's words, accompanied by another. It was the unmistakable sound of a hand striking flesh, and the throaty groans it drove from within Lissy flooded Kristina's mind with memories of lurid and lascivious acts from her past. A cock stuffed in her from behind as some jock pulled at her long black hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her silky folds. Fucking her the way a real man fucks his woman, long and hard.

Not soft and gentle the way Scott did it, but rough and primal. Even brutal was better than the way her husband preferred sex. At least she could climax that way.

"FUCK YES, I'M CUMMING!" Lissy's voice cried out as the sounds of hammering flesh continued behind the door. Her friend's wailings brought a deliciously tormenting throbbing pulse back to her clit and had Kristina lost in a haze of lust.

She wasn't aware of Darius's presence until she felt his hot breath on her neck as his hand closed around her mouth, stifling the squeal his sudden appearance brought on. His other arm encircled her waist and pulled her slightly away from the door and against his hard body.

"Shhh!" He whispered in her ear, causing a flutter of intense arousal to erupt in her core. His grip was firm, demanding, and unrelenting. It resolutely laid claim to her body, saying that she was his to control.

Kristina nearly came unwrapped in his unyielding arms.

"Did your girl ever sound like that back in college?" Darius asked, his lips tickling the side of Kristina's earlobe.

Yes, she had heard her friend fucked many times through the thin walls of their college apartment. Kristina had even shared the same bed with her bestie as they were both pounded mercilessly, but never in all their years together had Kristina heard her friend beg so submissively of a sexual partner. Lissy was a demanding and onerous lover, constantly exhausting the men she was with down to the point of depletion. Men couldn't keep up with her boundless sexual appetite, leading her to continually move on in her neverending search for a man who could match her hunger.

Well, from the sounds coming from behind Reggie's bedroom door, her search was over. Lissy sounded utterly lost in a gluttonous feast of sexual bliss, her every sensual craving being met in a smorgasbord of lust.

"I asked you a question," Darius said, his voice inflexible and unyielding.

Kristina shook her head emphatically as the sounds of sexual congress behind the door continued, Lissy again singing a familiar refrain for more of Reggie's black dick.

"That's because she's being fucked by a black man now. All those white boys she bedded in the past are just bad memories for Lissy," Damian whispered, his voice low and seductive. But it was the following words he spoke that nearly wrecked Kristina's resolve.

"It can be that way for you too, Kris."

And with that, Kristina felt his hardness press against her back. It felt like an enormous band of living steel, pulsing and throbbing against her spine, causing a whimper from Kristina to escape against the palm still covering her mouth.

Darius's other hand, which had been resting against Kristina's stomach, slid down and grasped the short hem of her dress, pulling it up. His fingers quickly snaked between her thighs, palming her panty-covered pussy and squeezing it firmly.

"You need a black man to own this pussy, Kris. That's why it's so wet right now. Your man hasn't been meeting your needs, has he?"

Kristina released a prolonged groan, partially from the delicious way his fingers and palm squeezed and pinched at the engorged lips of her cunt through sodden silk panties, but also from the guilt that seized at her heart. The way Darius was manhandling her in such an exquisitely possessive manner fed into every fantasy she'd had in recent memory, leaving her weak and nearly defenseless. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind were the faint sounds of a voice screaming to Kristina that she was a married woman and needed to fight.