tagInterracial LoveOh Holy Hot Tub Ch. 02

Oh Holy Hot Tub Ch. 02

byzipp2©

A special thanks to the editor on this story, michchick98.

Please remember that this is a work of fiction and that there are no real people in my stories. The stories are for your enjoyment and if interracial sex offends you in anyway please stop reading now. On the other hand if you like the idea of the darker side of what sex can bring, read on. Thank you.


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It had been nice visiting my husband's family for Christmas, but I couldn't wait to get home to New York. You know how it is, after a long trip it's always good to get home for some real rest. A lot of good things had happened to me this holiday, and something's I wanted to forget. One good thing that happened was Don's mom had told me that I was making her son very happy and I felt like we had kind of bonded over that week's long visit. The thing I wanted to forget was the image of the cheap sex in a hotel bathroom that kept coming to my mind.

That's why I felt so bad, so low. What none of the family knew about was that I had cheated on Don with a black man, a stranger, on Christmas Eve. That one fact would really change their minds about how they felt about me. I thought that I could somehow put it out of my mind but I found that I kept thinking about it. I kept seeing the scene unfold before my eyes. I saw Zeck in that bathroom mirror standing behind me. I kept having visions; images of his large black cock in my hand, my mouth and my pussy.

No matter how I tried, I couldn't seem to get that vision out of my mind. Our first night home Don had tried to make love to me and I turned him away. I told him that I didn't feel that well but I was lying. I knew the real reason was that I felt guilty as hell about what I had done, and what I had allowed to happen in that hot tub. I knew when Zeck first started touching me under the water I should have stopped him. I should have pushed his hand away. I should have told my husband or his wife. I could have screamed, I should have done a lot of things, but I didn't. I sat there and let him touch me. I let him put his hands on me, in front of my husband Don.

Now, that act tormented me, I kept thinking about it, night and day. Every time I would slow down I would think about how exciting it had been to fuck that unknown black man. I felt sick about it; that the touch of some black man's hand had effected me so that I let him led me into a bathroom for a quick fuck. I was a married women and I felt sick with remorse. I found that I couldn't sleep at night, and every time Don tried to touch me I felt almost repulsed. I felt dirty, I felt like a slut for what I had allowed to happen. Then why did I keep thinking about it? Why?

It only took a few days for Don to start to notice that something was wrong. He tried to talk to me about it several times but I just couldn't talk to him about what was troubling me. How do you tell your husband that you had cheated on him? How do you tell your husband that when he touches you, you feel guilty and cheap?

It only took Don a week to act. Right after the end of the year, he told me that he wanted us to start going to see a marriage counselor. I was happy that he was so concerned about our marriage. I knew that I was going to have to tell Don what I did on Christmas Eve or I would never be at peace with myself. Confession is good for the soul they say, I hoped they were right. Maybe through a counselor I would be able to find the strength to profess, and get this all behind us. If I didn't, I felt that it was going to ruin our marriage.

I let Don set up the appointment for the marriage counselor. Don told me that the counselor had already met with him and now wanted to meet with me. He gave me the address and I noticed that it was in the Washington Heights area. That was a part of the city I didn't know very well, so to get there I took a cab. I dressed in a nice green dress, it was simple and conservative, it was my first visit to this marriage counselor and I wanted to make a good impression.

I was nervous as the cab pulled up at the address that Don had given me. It was a small red brick business building on West 180th street. I paid the cab and walked into the building. I started to think about what I was going to say to this counselor. I knew that I loved Don and that I needed to work this out with him. I had already decided that I was going to tell the truth no matter what was asked of me. I needed to come clean and find a way that I could tell my husband what I had done without destroying my marriage. I just had too.

There was a large black woman behind the reception desk. She smiled at me as I approached.

"I'm Mrs. Hamil. My husband made me an appointment with a marriage counselor at this address." I said trying to grin back to her.

"Oh Mrs. Hamil, yes we are ready for you. Please follow me." She rose and started off down a wide, well lit hallway.

I followed her, my high heel shoes clicking on the tile floor as I hurried after her. She led me to an opened doorway and I stopped just outside of the door. Looking over her shoulder I saw that the room was empty except for a large desk, a couch and a few chairs set up in a circle. The receptionist turned and smiled again, I couldn't help but notice that she had lipstick stuck to her teeth.

"My name is Marcy." The receptionist said. "If you would just take a seat and make yourself at home, the marriage counselor will be with you in a moment."

Marcy closed the door leaving me alone in the room. Now that I was so close to meeting this marriage counselor, I was getting nervous. I hoped that Don had contacted someone that both of us could talk to. I hoped for someone that could understand what I was thinking. I didn't really feel like going into all the details, I was just going to tell the counselor that I had an affair, which would cover it. I would not mention the fact that the affair happened in a bathroom.

There was a polite knock on the door, the kind that a doctor used before he entered a room. I strengthened myself and watched the door open. I was totally shocked! I knew his face in an instant, it was Zeck. My hands went up to cover my open mouth.

"Oh my God I can't believe it!" I gasped.

Zeck just stepped in and closed the door. He walked past me and without a word went to the desk and dropped a yellow folder unceremoniously upon it. He loosened his tie and looked at me. I suddenly felt naked before him, I felt dirty. There was something about this older black man, a presence that demanded your attention. He stood about six foot tall and he was broad at the shoulders. His hair had gone mostly gray at the temples but it was still black at the top.

"It's nice to see you again so soon Mrs. Hamil." He said with a knowing smile.

I faced him and I felt a rush of emotions flood through me. I was afraid, I had to fight not to turn and run out of the door. I was ashamed. Out of all the people in New York how could Don have picked this man as a counselor? I felt my cheeks flush and I realized that I still had my hand over my mouth. I slowly lowered it.

"You. H...How could it be you? You're a preacher not a m...marriage counselor." I stammered.

"It's true, I am a preacher." Zeck turned and pointed out the window to a large stone block building outside. "That's my church; I just do counseling services for the membership from time to time, when it's needed, at no charge." He added as he leaned back on the desk behind him.

"I'm not a member of your church." I said slowly fighting to keep from lowering my eyes.

"Your husband Don was very upset when he called me the other day. He told me you two were having problems and asked if I could help. I agreed to help if he agreed that you'd both become members of my church." He looked me square in the eyes. "So, I told him that I was always happy to help a young couple that is having difficulty." He went quiet; I just stood there afraid to speak. I was afraid to breathe. We just stood there like that for the longest time.

"Look!" I broke the silence in the room. "I had no idea that you would be the marriage counselor. I wanted this counseling thing to work and save my marriage. There is no way in hell that this is going to work. I wanted to work things out with Don and you can't help me with that Zeck." I felt a tear run down my cheek.

Zeck moved forward.

"Now Susan, why is it that you find yourself here? Don't try and lie, you know that you liked what happened between us. I talked to your husband and he told me that you have not let him touch you after you returned from your trip. It is the fact that you liked me touching and fucking you that has you here." He stepped closer to me.

It took all the courage I had not to step back. I stood my ground. There was no way that Zeck was right; there was no way that I wanted him to touch me that night. My weakness that evening caused my current dilemma. I would not be weak again in the presence of the black man that had taken advantage of me that night.

"Stop lying to yourself Susan. You know that you wanted it; you know that you wanted me. If you didn't you would have stopped me. You could have stopped me at any time, all it would have taken was a look from you and I would have never done what I did. I'm much older than you and I don't waste opportunities. You know what I am saying is true and that's what is causing your problems with your husband. You're lying to yourself and that is leaving you filled with guilt. All you need to do is accept the truth and all of these problems will go away." He gave me a stern look.

"That's bullshit! I didn't ask you to touch me in the hot tub. I didn't invite you to grope me like you did. It was you, not me that did it. I'm not guilty of anything." I found myself screaming at him.

"Now, Susan why don't you sit down and we can talk about this." He pointed at the couch.

"NO! There is no way I am staying here with you." Before I could finish he pushed me down hard onto the couch.

"Let me tell you what you are going to do, Susan." He walked forward and started to undo his pants. "I wanted to do this differently but, if this is how you've got to have it, then so be it." He paused. "I've seen your kind before, girl. You got excited when I touched you in the water; you got hotter yet when I put my fingers in your pussy. A lot of people are just like you, the sex needs to be nasty before it's good. The dirtier the sex you have, the better you will like it. That night in the bathroom when we fucked was the first time you felt it. The fact that it felt so good, you think something has to be wrong with you." He said unzipping his fly and pulling out his black cock. "You're going to do whatever I want you to do!" He added in a warning tone.

My face flushed as I watched him pull out his black meat. He was right, I did want it, and I wanted all of it. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw him working his penis into me from behind. I saw his eyes full of wanton lust for me as he took me. My breath quickened as he stepped toward me, aiming his cock head at me like it was a weapon. A wave of lust rushed over me as he stopped a few inches from my face.

"You're going to suck my cock Susan. You're going to suck it like you started to the other night, but this time you're going to finish." He pushed his half hard dick in between my lips.

"I will not..." I said trying to spit his large member out of my mouth.

Opening my mouth was a mistake. He pushed the head of his cock further between my lips. I wanted to fight but the strong taste of his pre-cum made me want to suck it deep. I stopped fighting and took hold of his dick with both hands. I was hungry for him. Zeck's black cock had been all I had thought about since that night. I slurped the large cock into my mouth as deep as I could. My hand wrapped around the part I couldn't fit into my mouth and I began stroking him with my fingers, lips and tongue.


"That's it girl, suck my cock." He said looking down at me. "I knew you liked it dirty."

I looked up at him and I am sure he liked the view. I felt him swelling in my mouth as his dick grew as hard as a rock. I knew once again that I should not be doing this but I couldn't stop myself. Zeck had been right; this is what I had wanted. This is what I had been thinking and dreaming about. I wanted him in the worst way a women can want a man. I didn't want to make love to Zeck, I just waned him to fuck me. I wanted it to be dirty. I wanted it to be cheap. I wanted to get off.

"That's it Susan, now work your hand all the way up to the head of my dick." He commanded.

I did as I was told. I started to bob my head on just the head of his black cock while my hand worked over the length of his shaft. I was rewarded with a warm rush of pre-cum that flooded my mouth and made my head whirl. I noticed that working over Zeck's large black cock like this was drawing spit out of my mouth and it was dripping down onto my lap staining my dress. A large wet spot was starting to form on the fabric. I didn't care; all I cared about was this gorgeous cock in my hand and in my mouth.

Zeck had his eyes closed as he rocked his hips towards me.

"That's right, suck my cock." He said. "Tell me how much you like to suck my cock."

"I like to suck you." I said between slurps.

"No, tell me you like to suck my cock." He demanded.

"I want to suck your cock." I said with the head of his dick still in my mouth.

Zeck pulled his black cock out of my mouth and started to hit me in the face with it. The wet slaps of his spongy cock head filled my ears.

"I don't believe you Susan, what is it that you want again?" He said as he slapped me with his manhood.

"I want your cock, I want it Zeck. I really want your cock." I pleaded reaching for his black cock trying to guide it back into my mouth. Finally, he allowed me to grab it and I started to suck hungrily again.

"My, my Susan what a little slut you are." He said.

He pulled away from me and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me roughly to my feet. I got the feeling that he enjoyed moving me around in his powerful hands. I pulled my dress up and turned around grabbing hold of the arm of the couch as he pulled my lace panties aside. I felt him push his black cock into my pussy. This time I was so wet it went in without restriction.

"Wet for me I see. You're a little slut for black men aren't you?" Zeck said as he pushed forward into me.

I had nothing to hide now. This was the second time Zeck had fucked me and he knew that I wanted it. The only difference was that this time, I knew that I wanted it. I was a married women but I wanted to get fucked by this older black bull of a man. He started to thrust hard into me and I couldn't help but wonder how an older man like him could be so powerful.

"Now Susan, my little slut you're going to take my cock." Zeck said. I had a hard time standing up under him as he slowly drove his dick deep into my young blond pussy. I started to rock back to meet him. I wanted him to know just how much I wanted him to be inside of me. I worked my hips from side to side as we fucked. Zeck was right, I was a slut, and I was his little slut. His large black cock was soon covered in my juices. I felt my first orgasm starting to grip my stomach. Zeck must have known I was reaching climax because he picked up his pace and drove his meat deeper and harder. I stiffened as wave after wave of electricity rocked my pussy.

Zeck grabbed me and rolled me onto the couch. He leaned down and started to kiss me, I had never thought of kissing an older man but I found that he knew just want I wanted. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, tickling the top, then bit my lower lip just enough to let me know he was in charge. He kissed down the softness of my neck and I could feel him inhaling my perfume. Needles of excitement ran through my whole body as he kissed me. He lowered me into a sitting position and opened my legs and for the first time Zeck could really see my open cunt.

He quickly slipped his cock back into me and he ran the fingers of his right hand through my blond pussy hairs. He lifted himself up and looked down on me impaled on his manhood. He grinned as he pushed himself back into my wet open cunt. I watched as his black shaft disappeared into my open pussy lips. It was the most arousing thing I had ever seen and I was enthralled by the sight of his large wet black cock pumping in and out of me. I was amazed that I could take his entire length.

In this new position I found that I could feel Zeck's cock rubbing a different part of me than before. I could feel a small bump each time he drove into my pussy, I rubbed my tummy and could feel his hardness inside of me. That was it, another ripping orgasm hit me, I pulled Zeck close and wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside of me.

I felt Zeck's cock start to swell just on the end of my climax. He was about to cum. I gyrated my hips, trying my best to rub his cock on whatever spot he needed to get him off. He grabbed my neck and pulled me up to him for another hot, wet kiss. He started to jerk as I felt my pussy fill with his hot seed. I felt at least four strong waves as he rolled his tongue around inside of my mouth. He worked his older black seed into my willing womb as he kissed me. That was the only time I had even thought about birth control. I wasn't on any, my husband always used a condom, but that didn't matter to me now. I just wanted his sperm.

After kissing down my neck again, he slowly pulled his black cock out of my pussy. I could feel his cum rushing out of me and running down into the crack of my ass. He stood up and pulled my head towards his cum covered black cock.

"Now Susan, finish the job, clean me up." Zeck ordered.

I looked up at him with my soft blue eyes. I opened my mouth and let him push his wet black cock between my lips. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me farther onto his cock. I tried to take all his cock into my mouth. I could feel it trying to snake its way down the back of my throat. I tried to pull back but Zeck held me firm. I started to use my teeth to bite on his dick as he forced it into my mouth. After a few seconds, he pulled back and allowed me breath again. I licked all over his dick, cleaning every inch of it.

"That's it Susan, very good job." Zeck patted me on the head and put his cock away.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand as Zeck zipped up his pants.

"Don't worry Susan." Zeck stated as he tucked in his shirt and fixed his tie. "I can give you want you need. I will call you when I need you, until then I want you to go and make love to your husband." He said with a grin. "We want him to think that these counseling sessions are working."

"Yes Zeck, I can do that." I said in a soft voice.

"Now get dressed and go home." I will call you later." He said.

I got up and strengthened my dress. Zeck opened the door and as I walked out into the street I looked down for the first time and saw the big wet spot on the front of my dress from the blow job I had just given Zeck. I tried to hide it with my handbag as I flagged down a cab. I could feel Zeck's sperm running down my leg. It was a relief to get out of the public view, but I also found it very exciting. Zeck was right about me. The fact that I had a black man's seed running down my leg in broad daylight made me even hotter. I felt like I needed to get fucked again. I picked up my cell phone and called Don.

"Hi Honey." I said.

"Susan, Hello. How did the meeting with Zeck go? I was told that he was a good marriage counselor, and the fact that we already knew him I felt would help us both. How did things go?" Don asked.

"Good honey, I think things are going to work out fine if we keep going to him." I replied.

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