Caught Ch. 07

I bought it. No one could stop me. I felt so happy taking it from the cashier.

"For you?" The female cashier asked, sneaking a peak at Antwan at my side.

"Yes," I said proudly.

"Congratulations," she said, admiring my black boyfriend. "You two make a beautiful couple. I can tell by your excitement how happy you are together."

"Thank you," I said, squeezing Antwan's hand beneath the counter.

She smiled and winked. "I can always tell when a couple is truly in love."

I would have kept shopping. There were some maternity clothes that caught my eye but Antwan finally had enough, he picked me up, my feet kicking as he carried me out of the store in front of amused customers and employees.

"No. No. I want to stay." I cried out.

"Come on, mama, it's time to go." Antwan said.

"You're so mean!"

Once we reached the sidewalk, I kissed Antwan slowly on the mouth, and then he put me down and we continued our walk. I looked back as we left. I had a feeling we'd be coming back as customers before the end of the year. I made sure to grab a brochure and put it into our shopping bag. I felt so turned on and felt so much desire for Antwan. I wanted to concentrate on getting pregnant with him right away.

You're probably shaking your head, maybe even thinking of awful words to call me, but I'm just being honest, not out to offend anyone and only revealing the thoughts and feelings from my heart.

I texted my husband, told him we were on our way to a diner. I snapped a picture of Antwan and me and sent it to him. He replied with a heart. I smiled. He asked if I was having a good time and I wrote back I was having the best time. I let him know that we would be staying overnight at a nearby hotel. So, there was no need to pick us up until tomorrow. Jim texted back he was happy and asked that I show Antwan a good time. I promised him I would. I ended the chat with lots of hearts and kisses emojis.

I hugged Antwan. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

Right there, on the public sidewalk, we kissed each other passionately. I couldn't stop myself, there was a magnetism between us that would not be denied.

"Hey, get a room!" Someone yelled out.

"We're going to!" I shouted back and then, my face turning red, I dragged Antwan away with me.

We found a diner and squeezed into a booth. We enjoyed a light meal, he had a burger, fries, and a soft drink. I ate a chicken salad with some tea. While trying to take a picture together, a friendly male waiter offered to take the photo for us. We agreed and posed.

"What a beautiful couple," he said taking the picture. "Do you model in the city?"

I smiled. "No. We're just visiting."

"You should totally model." He said, handing us a card. "I moonlight taking pictures. I would love to do a series of couple photos with you both. You're gorgeous together."

"Thanks," Antwan took the card.

"How about one more picture? This time, one with a kiss."

I was too embarrassed to say yes and shrugged like a little girl.

"Let's do it," Antwan said.

I gave Antwan a gentle peck on the cheek.

"Oh, come on." The waiter said. "I know you two have kissed better than that."

By now, a few other patrons of the diner had noticed the commotion and were watching, clearly amused by the display they saw.

Some diners started chanting, "Kiss him! Kiss him!" Kiss him!"

I blushed and covered my face. "Ohmygawd!"

"Challenge accepted," Antwan said.

"Ah!" I yelped.

Antwan took me in his arms, looked into my eyes, and I surrendered to a deep kiss. He kissed my brain off and we lost ourselves in a long lip lock. I was vaguely aware several pictures being taken as patrons whistled, clapped, and cheered as we demonstrated resuscitation. We went on for another minute before the man cleared his throat to recapture our attention.

"Wow!" He said, waving his hand to cool himself off. "You two have amazing chemistry."

"Damn, right. I think I just lost my virginity again." A nearby woman said to the laughs from her girl friends, apparently a girl's night out group.

"Hey, Missy! He's a keeper!" Added in one of the girlfriends at the nearby table.

I blushed and felt awkward and embarrassed but also very, very happy.

The waiter handed us our camera. "You're are both very photogenic. If you have the time, please consider modeling for me as a couple, the agency I work for can compensate you for your time."

We thanked him and went on with our meal. I kept thinking again about how we had become a real couple. When Antwan and I first slept together, it was only about the sex, but the more time we spent together, it was becoming so much more, and I was ready for it.

Before we left, Antwan made sure they brought me a big pretzel for desert. He remembered. It almost made me teary.

After the diner, we ended up renting a room at a nice hotel. Antwan paid. He insisted and said it was no big deal since he was saving so much money by living with us rent free, something both me and Jim insisted on.

I loved checking into hotels. I held Antwan close, arm in arm, so that there was no doubt we were a couple. I felt proud showing off my sexy black boyfriend, knowing whoever checked us in knew we would be having sex tonight and soon.

I placed my hand around his waist.

Antwan said. "A room for the night with one king sized bed."

"A king sized bed for a king sized..."

"Behave yourself." Antwan said, looking at me with big amused eyes.

I could be naughty too sometimes.

"Let's go, suga." Antwan said when he took the electronic key card.

"Coming, daddy." I replied and trailed after him.

I giggled and punched his chest once we turned the corner. He shook his head at me.

"You're a bad girl." Antwan waved a finger at me and walked toward our room.

"Come with me. I have to teach this bad girl a lesson."

"Oh, sign me up for that. Wait for me, daddy!" I scampered after him.

I felt so alive and content. Going out with Antwan was really fun. After we started a family we would have to figure out a way to keep having date nights. My mind was already thinking ahead. Jim being stepfather to our kids would be very handy. I'm sure he would be happy to babysit while Antwan and I enjoyed some private time.

In the elevator ride up, Antwan started dancing, I joined him and we tried to shoot a dumb video. I threw up gang signs, like I knew what they were, and put on his ridiculous cap, which was growing on me. I wanted to coordinate a dance, but of course, he ended up doing a bump and grind and I shook my head and stopped the video. I had a grin on my face the whole way up and was laughing half the time. I sent a copy of our video to my husband and he replied with a like and said I look like a dork but that I look incredibly happy. I sent my husband a heart and agreed. Being with Antwan made me happy.

The room was great, it had a nice view of the city. I put down my stuff and took off my nice boots, pushed Antwan down on the bed and fell into his arms.

As we kissed, rolling around on the firm mattress, my head was dizzy with arousal, my body fluttering like crazy. I felt warmth building in the right places. I kept reminding myself that I wasn't a single girl, I was a married white woman enjoying a night out on the town with her black lover while her husband waited at home. The idea titillated me.

First thing we did, we decided to shower together. He undressed first and I swatted his black ass with a towel.

"No, you didn't." He turned, his expression serious. "Where's the referee?"

"I'm sorry," I cried, motioning for time out. "Peace? Please forgive me."

"Oh, now you want peace?" He said in fake seriousness. "After violating me. Disrespecting my ass, now you want forgiveness?"

"I'm sorry. Your ass was right there." I giggled. "How could I not swat it?"

"One chance." He raised one finger. "I'm giving you one chance. Bend over the sink and give me a free spank or face the consequences."

"What are the consequences?"

"You'll find out when or if they are necessary."

"Tell me the consequences."

He stared hard, it was impossible to read his expression.

"Okay," I put my hands up. "I'll take my punishment. It was worth it anyway. I have no regrets. I'm bending over. Be gentle."

"I was naked. You have to be naked too."

I slowly stripped my clothes away, taking my time and giving him a show. By the time I got to my bra and panties, he was nodding in approval. When I was finally stark naked, I slowly turned, leaned against the bathroom sink and extended my ass out to receive punishment.

"I'm ready, do what you will with me." I looked back over my bare shoulder at Antwan with sad imploring eyes.

He made a big show of rubbing his hands together, blowing on them, and winding up to spank me.

I actually started to sweat that he might really go to town.

I had nothing to fear, his hand landed softly on the curve of my butt, he gently massaged it and squeezed it, pinching just hard enough to elicit a gasp from me because of the pleasant sensation. He then put both hands on my ass, ran his hands up by body and cupped my breasts, massaging them carefully, while lowering his head to my neck and kissing me ever so good.

"Oh, Antwan." I said, feeling good.

He turned me around, my arms went around his neck and his hands encircled my waist. He pulled me against him.

"Anna," he whispered as met my gaze, challenging my soul, and then closed his eyes, and moved in to take my lips.

We kissed. Our mouths wrestled as they opened and closed, searching for unity, my heartbeat banged against my chest. I could hear my pulse in my ears. Butterflies were parading around my abdomen and marching up the sides of my body.

He led me into the shower, and we had fun rubbing soap over each other. He laughed as he jiggled my white breasts. I smiled as I stroked his long black cock and gently massaged his balls.

We kissed again, warm water pouring over us. I whimpered as he held me. I was in a very good place. We both enjoyed scrubbing each other's naked bodies. I felt vulnerable and exposed but also safe and protected.

Suddenly, I caught his attention and spoke. "I wonder what my husband is doing right now?"

I watched his reaction closely. He smirked.

"I don't know. But I'll show you what he's not doing."

As the warm water poured over us, Antwan turned me around, pushed me against the side and entered me.

"Yes," I said. "For sure, he's not doing this. Not doing me."

I took Antwan inside myself with long sighs of contentment. For a while, the walk-in-shower echoed with the sound of the water cascading, the smack of his hips against my ass, my aching voice, and his grunts of pleasure. He slapped my ass as he did me.

"Oh!" I yelped with pleasant surprise each time he spanked me. "Take it."

As Antwan's cock filled me, I tilted my head in pleasure, thankful that this wasn't my husband in me.

I kept thinking, a big black cock is in me, filling my sweet white pussy, and doing its part in keeping my husband out of my vagina.

I had dirty thoughts while getting clean, and I embraced it.

How many times had Antwan entered me during our seven month affair? I had lost count. My body probably remembered, responding to him whenever he touched me, always ready for more of his cock. All I know is that Antwan has spent more time inside of me than my husband ever had during the years before the affair. He had made my body forget my husband, scrubbing the feeling away inside me with each stroke of his cock. I shivered at the thought. I was truly Antwan's woman.

The sensation of the warm water pulsing down played funny things with my orgasm when it hit and I whimpered and cried and moaned with my hand over my mouth.

After the shower, when we were drying, wearing our bathrobes, Antwan got frisky again. I wasn't in the mood.

I was trying to apply lotion and keep the towel wrapped around my hair, and he kept kissing my neck and annoying me. I normally did not like anyone interrupting my hair and face routine before bed. When my husband Jim had done it, I would give him a hard no nonsense stare and he would back slowly away. But when Antwan did it, he must have kissed the right spots because I put my lotion down and kissed him back. Soon, my robe was untied and dropped, the towel on my head unwrapped and cast aside.

I leaned against the counter, placing a towel there to cushion me. Antwan lifted my shapely white left leg up and held it there while I balanced on the one leg. This was something that would have been impossible for Jim to do. His short dick only worked when I rode on it, and even then, it wasn't completely satisfying. With Antwan, I could take him from almost any position and angle, his long cock would find my pussy. He placed his black cock against my exposed white cunt and pressed in. Catching my breath, whimpering for him to do it, I watched with wonder at the long black cock sliding in and out of the pink folds of my pussy, of my pretty whiteness, surrendered to him for our mutual pleasure.

"That looks amazing," I said, my voice shaking.

"What does?"

"Your big cock in my little pussy."

"You like that black cock in your pretty tight white snatch?"

"Yes, baby. I do." I gasped, I loved dirty talk and he knew it.

"You won't take anymore of your husband's tiny white candy cane?"

"No, baby. Never. Only you."

"Are you sure?" He asked without a hint of jealousy.

"Fuck his little dick, I want you."

"Ah. You're a good little married white slut. Take a good look suga, you'll only see black cock in you from now on."

"Yes! That's what I want."

"Look how wide your pussy is now. It's only black for you, nothing else will do."

I pounded my groin against his. "Take it. Take it."

"You're a big black cock loving slut for life." Antwan increased his pace. "I'm adding color to yo family tree."

He grunted. I felt his cock twitch and swell. He was shooting hot cum inside of me. I was on birth control but I still loved it. Before the end of summer, it would be the real deal.

The thought of Antwan impregnating me released the reservoir of excitement in me.

"Yes! Yes! I want that." I shuddered and screamed as an orgasm hit. "Color my womb!"

I shook and the wave of pleasure broke out of me, spreading throughout my quivering body. I kept shaking for a minute, my eyes rolled up. It felt so good I must have looked stupid as hell, but it was worth it.

"You're so beautiful, so lovely." He said, his voice gentle.

Antwan caressed me and patted me lovingly.

"You okay?"

"Yes." I replied. I just had a really good time.

"Me too."

"You have brought so much light and happiness into my life," I told him as we joyfully hugged each other.

"I love you," he leaned forward and kissed my lips.

"I love you too." I wiped wetness from around my eyes.

Our eyes met, we exchanged similes. How wonderful it is to be with someone who you can give as much pleasure as you take. I rubbed my breast, savoring every minute that Antwan, still hard, entered me. In the mirror I enjoyed the sight of us, a strong black man and a pretty white woman having awesome sex. I could see my wedding ring glinting. I used to take it off when I was with Antwan but not anymore. Now I enjoy wearing it, it reminds me that I'm married but have a black lover. I'm sorry if what I say bothers anyone, just remember that's how I enjoy it.

After we finished, I wanted to head for bed. I needed to lie down. I walked just two steps when Antwan caught me by the waist and bent me over a cushioned chair and proceeded to smash me.

"Ohmigod, again?"

"You got a problem with that?" He asked, grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"No. I love it. Take me baby, I wanna please you."

I arched my back and moaned, taking it like a slut, and wishing my husband was here to see this. I started thinking I should take up yoga so I could be more limber for sex. I wanted to become Antwan's perfect lover. He lay completely on me from behind, his head on the back of my neck as he humped me mercilessly. I was shaking from my orgasm when he finally released me.

Antwan must have liked the way I looked stumbling for the bed, cutely swaying side-to-side as my pretty legs struggled for balance, because he grabbed me and pulled me into the closest. I actually yelped as he pressed me on the wall and closed the fold out door.

I held him by the shoulders, my legs wrapped around his chest, completely supported off the ground by his strong arms. There was only a slim sliver of dim light coming in as his black cock explored my pussy. The darkness in the closet made it very intimate and I enjoyed my black lover to the fullest.

I ran my hand along his black shoulders, feeling the strength and power of the muscles he used to take me. Between moans, I kissed his neck and cheeks when. He sucked my breasts and ran his tongue on my neck. Using my legs, arms, and hips, I pressed my body to meet him, push for push, doing everything I could to fully take that beautiful black man into my body. For several delicious moments, I felt certain our bodies had melted into each other and we were one. The dark closet had become our private little room of earthly delight.

I was carried out of the closet, lavishing Antwan's face with kisses as he brought me, finally, to the bed. We were just sliding under the cool soft covers and we had already had sex a handful of times. When a healthy young couple is in love, this is what happens, lots of sex. You get arousal whenever you want it.

We kept the TV off and just snuggled. Feeling a chill, I put on Antwan's shirt. I loved wearing his shirt. It was a couple-like thing to do. The view of the city at night was gorgeous. I was glad we went out. Antwan and I could have easily had sex at home but being here felt more romantic and special.

I ran my hand on his amazing chest, marveling over it, and trying not to drool too much. Even though both Jim and Antwan worked out, Antwan's muscles were bigger and more developed. Physical things came naturally to him, the same way having sex with me came naturally to him. Antwan was simply better. Don't hate me for wanting better sex. I couldn't fight natural selection, my mind, my body, all the way down to my DNA, urged me to naturally select Antwan to be my lover, to choose him for procreation. I nuzzled deeper, hugging my choice tightly.

We chatted about our relationship, mostly going over established ground. Then I decided to ask something new. Communication is very important in relationships.

"Do you want to marry me?" I asked.

Antwan turned to me, his eyes were unreadable. My heart beat raced.

I spoke without hesitation. "If you ask me. I'll divorce Jim and marry you."

"I'm glad." Antwan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "But naw. I like things the way they are."

"What? You do?" I asked, feeling troubled. "You don't want to marry me?"

Antwan sat up. "Don't misunderstand. If you want to, I'll marry you."

I listened with rapt attention. "But?"

"But the truth is, over the course of our relationship, I've discovered that I prefer my sexual relations to be with a married white woman."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You are my total package. You're gorgeous, sweet, and sexy. Your innocent but

y'all also like to get nasty. Best sex of my life. Period. But sex with you, as a married white woman with a white husband at home, triples my pleasure. It puts the oh, in my oh la la."

I felt a rising lightness in my heart. "That's exactly how I feel."

"I know. I could tell. You love being a married white woman with a black lover. You talk about it all the time. At first, it low key annoyed me, but I'm not going to give up some sex cuz I'm annoyed so I ignored it. But now, I'm into your freakiness. Your kink is now my kink too."