Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 01

"Fine, thanks," Sigrid said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. "We're just at dinner at the restaurant you recommended. We...uh...were wondering if you wanted to join us?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Marcus spoke again. "Of course, thanks for the invitation. I'll be there in about thirty minutes," he said.

Sigrid's heart soared at his response, relief flooding through her as she hung up the phone. Turning to the rest of the crew with a bright smile, she shared the news of Marcus's impending arrival, the excitement palpable in the air as they eagerly awaited his arrival.

*****

As Marcus stepped into the restaurant, a warm smile spread across his face as he spotted the Air Nordland crew gathered at their table. Sigrid's eyes lit up with delight as she greeted him, her heart fluttering with anticipation at his arrival.

"Marcus, you made it!" Sigrid exclaimed, rising from her seat to welcome him with a hug. "We're so glad you could join us."

Marcus returned her embrace with a friendly laugh. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied, taking a seat beside her at the table.

The crew members welcomed Marcus warmly, their faces lighting up with excitement as they greeted him. He was a natural conversationalist, effortlessly charming everyone with his easy going demeanor and infectious enthusiasm.

As the evening progressed, Marcus offered to buy drinks for the group, a gesture that was met with enthusiastic cheers and clinking glasses. Soon, the table was littered with empty glasses and laughter filled the air as the crew bonded over shared stories and inside jokes.

Throughout the evening, Marcus found himself drawn to Sigrid's side, his gaze lingering on her with an undeniable admiration. She was radiant in the soft glow of the candlelight, her laughter ringing out like music in the cozy confines of the restaurant.

As the group began to break up, some of the crew members expressing their desire to head back to the hotel while others opted to continue the festivities elsewhere, Marcus turned to Sigrid with a playful grin.

"Hey, Sigi," he said, his voice low and inviting. "How about we continue this conversation over a nightcap? There's a small bar next door that looks promising."

Sigrid hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She knew she should probably call it a night, but there was something about Marcus that drew her in, a magnetic pull that she couldn't resist.

"Sure, why not?" she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice as she rose from her seat, Marcus following suit.

The bar next door was dimly lit and intimate, with soft jazz music playing in the background and a cozy atmosphere that invited conversation. Sigrid and Marcus found themselves tucked away in a secluded corner; their chairs drawn close together as they delved into deep conversation.

As the hours slipped by, Sigrid felt herself growing increasingly relaxed in Marcus's presence, her inhibitions and self-control slowly slipping away with each sip of her drink. Marcus's words washed over her like a soothing balm, his voice a comforting presence in the haze of the alcohol-induced euphoria.

Lost in the moment, Sigrid found herself opening up to Marcus in a way she hadn't with anyone else before, sharing her hopes, dreams, and fears with a vulnerability that took her by surprise. And as they laughed and talked long into the night, she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps this chance encounter was more than just a fleeting moment in time, but the beginning of something truly special.

*****

Marcus and Sigrid stood on the footpath in front of her hotel. It had been an incredible evening for Sigrid, the feelings of frustration, tension, and anxiety that she had been feeling for months had evaporated. Marcus had proven to be a good listener, letting her pour her heart out about not just the difficulties in her marriage, but the friction she had with her parents and her desire to live her own life, not be bound by other's expectations.

For her part, she'd learnt a great deal about Marcus as an individual. He certainly didn't fit the tech bro image, being tall with a lean, dark body. But it was his dark eyes that captured her attention. They sparkled with an intensity she hadn't seen before. She could feel his inner confidence, his determination to tackle all the challenges in his life. She found it a refreshing and intriguing mix.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening" she said, almost nervously as they stood there. "And thank you for walking me back here."

He gave her a warm smile. "It's my pleasure, Sigi. It was a great night...although I think some of your colleagues might be feeling it in the morning!"

She gave a little laugh. "Yeah, I think so...and I have to fly with them tomorrow!"

There was a pause and then Marcus said, "You're a good person, Sigi...and good things happen to good people." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Good night...who knows, I might see you the next time I fly to Nordland..." he said with a grin.

He turned to leave, and Sigrid impulsively said, "W...wait..." He stopped and looked at her. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest. "D...do you want to come up...for a nightcap?" she asked, softly.

Marcus turned to face her, acutely aware of what she was saying. "Sigi...are you sure?" he asked, his brown eyes gazing intensely into her blue ones. She swallowed nervously, thoughts of her husband, her marriage, her life with him, all flashing in front of her eyes.

She nodded silently. Marcus looked into her eyes for another long second and then took her hand in his and led her towards the entrance to the hotel.

*****

Marcus was thrusting rhythmically inside of Sigrid, a deep, powerful motion that was sending her towards what promised to be an incredible orgasm. His condom-clad cock filled her in a way that she couldn't describe. It wasn't his size; he was bigger than Magnus by about an inch or so in length and was noticeably thicker, but it certainly wasn't some freakish porn star-sized appendage. It wasn't the shape; whereas Magnus was fairly straight when erect, Marcus had a slight upwards curve. It wasn't the color, although the sight of his dark-brown African-American cock impaling her pale Nordic body filled Sigrid with a delicious sense of taboo excitement.

It was perhaps all these things, combined with the confident way that he wielded his cock. Not some rapid-fire thrusting, although she sensed he had the ability to do so if he desired. But, rather, he used it as if it were an exploratory instrument, probing, shifting, changing the angle and depth of his penetrations, constantly seeking her most sensitive spots, her points of maximum pleasure.

She perceived that behind those dark eyes, he was cataloguing her reactions, recording how and where she was most stimulated and aroused, watching her blue eyes widen in pleasure, listening to each gasp of desire escape her lips, feeling her pale body tremble underneath him.

It was an intoxicating and mind-blowing experience for Sigrid, and she could feel herself thundering headlong towards a tumultuous climax. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no sound escaped, so lost was she in the pleasure he was giving her.

He had been gentle and respectful as they had walked to her room, allowing her to open the door and shrug off her coat. Their first kiss had been soft and tender but held the promise of undeniable passion ahead. Their clothes had been dropped in a trail from the hotel room door towards the bed. He had laid her down on the soft sheets and, with a look of pure desire on his dark face, had buried his head between her pale thighs.

Her first orgasm of the evening had occurred only moments later, an intense one that shook her to the core as his lips and tongue expertly teased her pink clit. Her breathless cries had driven him on as he had continued to explore her pink folds, seeking to learn as much as he could about her feminine core. She had shaken and screamed in pleasure as his lips and tongue excited her in a way that she couldn't remember experiencing before in foreplay.

She had been panting and gasping for breath, her whole body sensitive and tingling, after he'd coaxed another two smaller, but very enjoyable, climaxes from her shaking body. She was covered by a light sheen of sweat as she had watched him stand up from the bed and retrieve a condom from his wallet. He had torn open the packet and extracted the latex sheath before rolling it over his erect, black cock. This action done, he'd turned back to face her, a look of intense arousal on his face.

She had matched that expression on her own visage as she had watched him climb onto the bed and move up her body; his hand had spread her pale thighs as he had moved into position, his dark African-American body covering her pale Nordic one.

He had kissed her softly on the lips, allowing her to taste her own juices that still covered his face. Then he had pulled his face back from hers, positioning his latex-encased cock at the entrance to her warm and inviting vaginal canal. Time stopped for her at that moment as he had pushed forward and parted the pink folds of her labia with the head.

The sound that had uttered from her throat at that moment was unlike any she had heard before, a long, low, warbling cry of pleasure as he had stretched open the tight muscles at the entrance of her vaginal canal.

It had taken several slow thrusts for him to fully embed himself in her; but he had taken his time, allowing the smooth, muscular walls of her canal to stretch to accommodate his girth as they enveloped his black cock in a tight embrace. His slow entry had allowed her to enjoy all the sensations that this caused in her body. The feeling of fullness had washed over her, a mingling of pleasure and satisfaction that stirred a primal hunger within her.

"Marcus...vær så snill...ikke stopp..." ("Marcus...please...please don't stop...") she moaned, her eyes clenched tightly shut her pale legs wrapped tightly around his dark body, pulling him as close and deep as possible to her core. His thrusts changed angle yet again, stimulating her in a different spot of her vagina. "Uhhhgghh..." escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered.

Sigrid's body responded instinctively to Marcus's expert stimulation, her arousal intensifying as her vaginal walls bathed his latex-covered cock in a copious amount of natural lubrication. Through clenched eyes, Sigrid saw Marcus's handsome face was a picture of intense concentration. The sight sent a flutter through her heart, and she squeezed down tighter on his black cock.

"Marcus...uhhhh..." ("Marcus...uhhhh...") she groaned. "Du er så flink..." ("You're sooo...good...")

As Marcus's thrusts continued, the exquisite friction between their bodies sent waves of pleasure rippling through Sigrid's nerve endings. The intricate network of nerve fibers within her clitoris, labia, and vaginal walls were ablaze with sensation, each touch and movement sending electric signals of pleasure coursing through her sensory pathways.

"Don't hold back...let go, Sigi..." he'd whispered through gritted teeth, the pleasure washing over him too. His technique was mind-blowing, Sigrid had never been fucked in this way -- it was almost clinical in how he'd explored her body, but the passion the felt between them was overwhelming.

With expert precision, Marcus shifted his rhythm, alternating between gentle, shallow thrusts and deeper, more assertive strokes. The varying depths of penetration activated different nerve endings within Sigrid's vaginal canal, stimulating a myriad of enjoyable sensations.

"Å...å...ja...fortsett...i gang..." ("Oh...oh...yes...keep...going...") she gasped as she gripped him as tight as she could, lost in the pleasure his black cock was delivering to her pale body.

Sigrid's vaginal muscles, responsive and powerful, contracted rhythmically around Marc's cock in response to his fantastic technique. The layers of smooth muscle within her vaginal walls rippled and squeezed, creating a gripping sensation that heightened both their pleasure.

"Åhhh...åh...fan...åh...fan..." ("Uhhh...oh...fuck...oh...fuck...") she babbled, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was all she could do but hang one and enjoy the ride as her control over her body started to fade as her climax approached. It seemed as if his black cock could automatically target each of her most sensitive spots in her pussy.

"M...Marcus...I...I can't hold on..." she whimpered in English, her mind struggling to translate the words as the pleasure started to become too much for her mind or body to handle. Marcus nodded slightly, he was close too, but wanted to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible for her.

"It's ok...I want you to cum..." he whispered as he adjusted his position yet again, probing a different area. Sigrid's body shook with the knowledge of what she was doing; she was being unfaithful to her husband and, even more shockingly, with a black man. This acknowledgement, combined with his stimulation of a different set of nerves deep within her canal, sent her crashing over the edge again.

"F...faen...jeg kommer..." ("F...Fuck...I'm cumming...") she screamed loudly, her body shaking in an explosive release. Marcus groaned, his own control finally slipping as she involuntarily clenched down with her vaginal muscles. "Uhh...yeah...I...I'm cumming...Sigi" he groaned loudly, his hips delivering a series of short, sharp thrusts, each one timed to the spurts of cum exploding from the end of his cock and filling the fragile latex condom.

"Uhhh..." he moaned as he collapsed on top of Sigrid, his dark body covering her pale, lithe form. The pair were breathing heavily as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms. Sigrid couldn't recall a more extraordinary bout of sex in her life. His size, his technique, his color, they had all added up to make it a phenomenal experience for her, one she would remember for the rest of her life.

Nonetheless, as Sigrid lay there, allowing her breathing and heart rate to slow, the reality of what they had done slowly filtered into her mind. She had been unfaithful to Magnus. Despite the reality of their marriage, the tension, the arguments, they were still married and deep down, despite what he had said to her that morning, he was still the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago.

She turned her head slightly, the feeling of Marcus's dark body bearing down on her. She'd not just been unfaithful, she'd slept with a black man. The awareness of this increased the nervous tension she felt inside her. It had been out of this world, the most intense sex she had ever experienced, but if not just Magnus but her family, her friends found out about this, they would be aghast. She had been taught as a little girl to be a good girl, to follow the rules, to never stray too far. Now she had strayed with a black man.

She felt Marcus move as he rolled off of her body, aware that he had been squashing her with his size. "Hey, sorry..." he said as he moved. As he rolled off her, she felt his cock pull free from her pussy with a soft squelch, a consequence of her copious lubrication.

Marcus rose up on his knees and looked down at her, lying sprawled on the bed in front of him. "Sorry about squashing you like that," he said, almost sheepishly. She gave him a little grin, "It's ok."

His brows furrowed. "Sigi, are you...ok with what just happened?"

She gave him a little nod. "Y...yes" she said softly, still coming to terms with what she had just experienced. "It was a little...unexpected and...overwhelming...very overwhelming..."

He gave her a grin. "Pleasurable too, I hope?"

She couldn't help but smile and nod. "Yes, that too. Very much so!"

Marcus climbed off the bed, slowly rolling the used condom off his cock, and dropping it in the rubbish bin near the table. He swiped a complimentary bottle of water from the minibar and opened the lid. He handed it to Sigrid who gratefully took a few sips before returning the bottle to him. He chugged half the bottle before placing it on the desk.

He sat down at the end of the bed as Sigrid sat up against the headboard. "Sigi, I just want you to know that what just happened...it was incredible for me." She gave him a little smile and said, "It was for me too."

He looked down at the sheets. "Hey, look...if you want me to...leave, that's cool," he said. Sigrid immediately shook her head. "No...please..." she said, then stopped, realizing she might sound desperate. "Please," she said, more slowly. "I'd like it if you stayed the night...if you want to..."

He smiled at her and climbed onto the bed as he reached for the switch to turn out the lights. "I was hoping you'd say that" he whispered with a little grin as he wrapped his arms around her, and the pair snuggled up together.

Within moments, the only sound in the room was their soft breathing as they fell asleep in each other's arms.

*****

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains of the hotel room, Marcus awoke. As he recalled the events of the previous evening, he turned his head to look at Sigrid lying next to him, still asleep. He had never woken up next to such a beautiful woman, but he knew in his heart that last night had been her looking for a release from all the pain, tension and frustration that had marked her marriage over the past months.

Part of him wished that they could continue what they had started last night but he was also a realist. He was a proud African-American man, a New Yorker, someone who had dreams to pursue. She was a married woman, a Nordic woman from a country half a world away, a good woman who wanted a life that her husband seemed unwilling to give her. The dichotomy of their backgrounds, experiences and situations amazed him. However, he also knew that opposites do attract and for a brief moment he allowed his mind to wander, to ponder and examine the what ifs of life.

In his mind, they were together, enjoying a life as a happy couple in New York, a city where interracial relationships abounded. He envisaged them dating, exploring the world and each other together, perhaps even marrying. Then, one day, he giving her the most precious gift he could, the thing that she had been seeking in her own marriage, the gift of life. He could imagine her being a loving and doting mother to their child raising them in a unique blend of African-American and Nordic beliefs and traditions.

He focused returned to the present; he knew he shouldn't think like that, this was a married woman that he hardly knew, a person who in all likelihood he would never see again in an hour or two. Still, it was a nice dream, he mused. Although he was attractive, his dating life had been fairly stagnant lately, thanks to the demands and growth of his startup for the past several years; most of the women he had dated previously had envisioned him as a pathway to a comfortable life for them.

As he lay there, he thought about how nice it would be coming home to someone like Sigrid. Smart, witty, and attractive, not to mention possessing a down to earth aspect to her that he found very appealing. Unfortunately, she was a married woman. He'd always made it a personal philosophy not to date married women, but he'd broken that last night with Sigrid. He knew he should probably leave, make it easy for them, the end of a one-night stand, but something held him back. Perhaps a shower would help clear his mind, he thought.

With a soft and slightly regretful sigh, he gently swung his legs from the bed, careful not to wake the brown-haired angel that was still asleep. Silently, he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He was standing under the warm water of the shower when, to his surprise, he heard the bathroom door open.