Stacy's Pandemic Changes Ch. 04

"But that's not all, is it, girl. He missing something else, isn't he?"

Stacy's eyes were hooding over as her arousal was peaking.

Darrell relaxed his grip a bit further, allowing her lips to wrap around the head. Then he continued, "Tell me girl, what else Roadhead's dick lacking. It ain't big enough... and it ain't..."

Stacy couldn't deny it. There was no sense hiding it. Darrell knew, Dray knew, James knew, and now it appeared Mr. Jackson knew. She just needed to say it. She gave the head one intense suck, almost as if to strengthen her resolve, then pulled back so her lips were still touching the head in that microphone-like position she had used at Dray's. Then she admitted the truth.

"And it's not Black enough." Those words spoken, Stacy experienced a powerful no-touch orgasm as her lips made a perfect seal on Darrell's Black cock. She held him in her lips as her tongue swirled around under the head, her eyes struggled to focus but stayed locked on his, as her body shuddered in climax.

Darrell didn't move. He let events run their course before once again working to exploit her sexually overloaded brain. "That's it, Stacy. Suck that Black cock. Suck it like you were meant to."

She was doing just that. Her admission spurring her already intense arousal further. The saliva in her mouth drooling over her lips as she took him further.

Darrell continued, "Roadhead can't compete. That whiteboi don't know just how hot a bitch he's married to. He don't know what you need. But you figured it out, didn't you? You figured out what you need. What makes you complete? Tell me, girl. Let me hear you admit it."

Stacy was absolutely wild with lust and desire. She looked up at Darrell, her eyes on fire, and slowly drew back with a long suck of his shaft, before releasing it with a popping sound. And with a husky voice, she stated what was now obvious, "I need Black cock." With that admission, Stacy began to hungrily suck him off.

Her saliva and drool slickened his shaft and wet her left hand as it stroked what was not already in her mouth. Her right hand cradled and massaged his heavy balls. She could feel them squirming in her hand, eager for release. Her eyes remained on his, conveying additional meaning to the words she had just spoken.

Darrell couldn't hold back any longer. This was just too good. He saw the lust in her eyes and felt the pleasure with each cheek hollowing suck her mouth provided. He felt the tremendous build up as his nut prepped for release. And then he came.

Stacy could feel his balls pull up in the sack, as his shaft thickened slightly and the head flared in her mouth. She knew she was about to receive her delicious nectar. The first pulse of his nut into her mouth sent her pussy into her own climax, and as she did, she pushed forward taking his cock down her throat. The rest of his nut was launched directly into her belly as her moaning throat coaxed all his balls could offer.

Darrell was overpowered by the sensation. He was almost pinned in place as seemingly every muscle in his body was devoted to feeding Stacy his ejaculate. Only when he was fully drained and when Stacy released his cock from her throat, did he regain some ability to control himself. He reopened his eyes to find her still gazing up at him as she gently milked the last of his seed on to her tongue. She was smiling.

He said, "Damn, girl. That was fucking intense. Shit."

Stacy giggled and swirled her tongue around his still throbbing cockhead, "Yes it was." She continued to nuzzle and lick his cock, never letting it relax past a semi-hard state. She needed it in her pussy now.

Darrell read her look. It was a beautiful dilemma. Just a few days ago she had two other niggas on hand who could take care of her after she sucked off one of the others. Today it was just Darrell. And she was making sure his cock was up to the task.

As he recovered and got ready for round two, he decided to probe a bit more into Stacy's new mindset. "So, tell me Stacy, when did you finally realize the truth?"

She gave his shaft a long lick from the balls to the crown and asked, "What do you mean?", even though she knew exactly what he was talking about. She was buying time.

Darrell laughed, "Don't play that shit. You know what I mean. You think you was just gonna go back to the old way when you got home? We both knew that wasn't gonna happen."

Stacy smiled as her face turned red. She didn't know what to say. He was right.

Darrell could see he was right based on her reaction. He dug deeper. "You probably thought when you saw him at the airport things would be normal again, huh?"

Stacy could feel the heat in her face from the redness as she continued to lick his cock. She tried to respond but only got one word out, "Well..."

"Well, what? Shit. The whiteboi ain't got a chance." He paused a moment to let that sink in then added, "So, when did it happen? At the airport when he was looking like a fool waiting hoping I would walk away and leave you two alone? Or when you got home?"

Stacy giggled at the memory of Roadhead standing there seemingly trapped by Darrell's presence with them at the baggage carousel. She felt Darrell's cock firm up a bit in response to her giggle. He truly enjoyed shaming her husband, and she was taking a liking to it also. She gave the head a gentle suck then answered him, "At the airport... I really thought... well, I wanted... wait..."

She paused to get her thoughts together, using his hardening cock as something of a means to anchor herself. She closed her eyes and gently sucked the head to figure out what she needed to say, then pulled back, "It was at the airport. I thought when I saw him, I would feel a desire. But I didn't. I didn't even feel that guilty about what we did. And he, he just, I don't know how to explain it... he was just out of place."

She paused to give his shaft another long lick. "Even walking to the car. You were there. But it wasn't you out of place, it was him." She paused again as she sucked the head in. "In reality, I wanted..." her voice trailed off as she wrapped her lips around his cock. Once again, she was saying the quiet part out loud.

Darrell let her suck it for a moment, then he grabbed her hair and gently eased her back. He asked in a quiet whisper, "In reality, what?"

Stacy licked her lips and attempted to lean forward to take his cock back in her mouth.

He chuckled and shook his head, "No, girl. You need to answer me first. In reality, what?"

Stacy stayed silent but she knew Darrell knew what she was thinking. And a moment later he confirmed it, "In reality, Stacy, in reality you wanted to be back at Dray's place, didn't you? Back learning more about that side of you that you didn't know you had. Ain't that right, Stacy? But instead, you had to go home with Roadhead."

He said Tim's nickname with a derisive chuckle before continuing, "And how was he when you got home? He give his wife a good fucking or make love to you all prim and proper?" His tone said it all.

Stacy tried not to giggle, but she couldn't help it. She looked at Darrell and said, "Neither. I told him I was too tired."

It took Darrell a moment to process what she had just said, then he started laughing. "You shitting me?"

Stacy giggled and shook her head, "Nope." Then she put it all out there, intentionally using the words that would ensure Darrell was ready to go. "But I wasn't too tired. Not at all. I just knew he couldn't give me what I really needed. And that was a good thick Black cock like this one."

With that, Stacy went for the kill, "Now, are we going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me like Roadhead can't?"

A couple minutes later and Stacy was bouncing her unfaithful pussy up and down on Darrell's hard Black cock. She relished the openness she had shared in the living room and was now enjoying the fruits of that in his bedroom. Darrell alternated between squeezing her bouncing tits or tweaking her nipples, or simply laying back and letting her ride him.

Stacy's legs were tiring after her second orgasm and asked Darrell if they could roll over onto her back. Darrell laughed, "Bitch, I'll put you on your back any time you want it."

Stacy giggled then sunk down onto him fully before rolling in such a way that he never slipped free from her pussy. When she looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her, her eyes naturally passed over her flat belly, and the fact that she had intentionally not taken her BC pill today crossed her mind. She had gone days without it due to not packing enough on the trip, but today she purposefully went without and flushed it down the toilet.

Her imagination quickly went to work. She envisioned her flat belly swelling. First a bump appearing before it grew rounder and fuller as it swelled with a Black baby inside. She imagined the looks at work, the questions from Roadhead, and then she envisioned the proud smile of Darrell, Dray, and James, all knowing that they contributed. She exploded in orgasm.

Darrell obviously did not know what she was thinking so he just attributed it to his skill. And he employed that skill by hammering into her pussy. Sweat began to form on his brow from the exertion.

Stacy was staring up at him with hooded eyes as she seemed to be flowing in and out of orgasm. She caught sight of one particular droplet of sweat as it wound its way down his forehead, between his eyebrows and then down his nose where it dangled for a moment before it broke free. It dropped in almost slow motion, heading for her face. At the last moment, Stacy extended her tongue from her already open mouth and caught the drop.

Seeing that pushed Darrell over the edge. He emptied himself into her welcoming pussy. His seed bathing her love channel as the millions of sperm began the search for her egg.

The rush of excitement and adrenalin Stacy felt at having unprotected sex for almost a week now was incredible. The fact that it wasn't her husband she was having this sex with made it all the more intense.

Both of their chests were still heaving as Darrell slowly pulled out of her and rolled to his back. Stacy slowly slid down his torso so she could suck his cock clean. She smiled as she saw his shaft coated in their combined juices, a clear sign of a mutually enjoyed sexual coupling. Extending her tongue at the base of his shaft, she saw the head still slightly pulsing as if still ejaculating invisible sperm. She watched in awe and lust as she thought of the amount of semen that had just launched from there into her.

And her mind once again floated to that lonely, vulnerable egg awaiting just one strong swimmer to make contact...

When she had him fully cleaned, she too flopped on her back and giggled, "Who knew telework could be so much fun?"

Darrell chuckled out his agreement.

However, a moment later a wave of reality washed over Stacy. She hiked herself up on an elbow and looked at Darrell, "We can't do this every day though. I mean, don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved it, but we can't just...I don't know, we can't just spend half of every work day..." her voice trailed off.

Darrell put his arms behind his head and said, "You'd rather be at work?"

"Of course not! But at some point, someone is going to wonder why we aren't exactly getting any work done."

Darrell joked, "Maybe we just need to convince others to cover for us."

Stacy didn't hear it as a joke, "What? I can't let anyone know what is going on. They'll call me the office slut or something!"

Darrell laughed again, "Only for the brothas, Stacy."

"Darrell, be serious!"

In a flash, Darrell rose up and pulled the elbow she was leaning on out from under her. Now Stacy was on her back and he was leaning over her. It happened so quickly it took her a moment to get her bearings.

Darrell spoke in his smooth voice, "I'm just joking. Brothas in that office wouldn't know what the fuck to do if they saw this side of you. Shit, Clarence probably ain't had a hardon since before we were born. Davis is too worried about kissing ass. And who does that leave? What the fuck's the new guy's name, Jonathan or whatever. I still ain't figured that guy out."

Stacy giggled at his characterizations of the three other Black men in the office. But she soon realized he left one out. She debated whether he forgot or did it on purpose, but she couldn't help but bring him up. "What about Mr. Jackson?"

She didn't intend for it, but even hearing herself say it she couldn't tell if that was almost an invitation. The look on Darrell's face let her know he heard it the same way.

He smiled at her and gave a subtle nod, "Yea. The new boss. I think he might understand the situation. With a little convincing."

"What do you mean, 'a little convincing?' Are you suggesting..."

Darrell cut her off by gently holding a finger to her lips, "Stacy, I ain't suggesting shit. I'm just pointing out the obvious. You telling me you didn't see the way that nigga was looking at you?"

He watched as her face turned red, making it clear he was right. He continued, "I can see that look on your face. You know what I'm talking about. He no different than me, my uncle, or James. You fine, girl. Him checking you out ain't nothing for you to be ashamed of."

Stacy was breathing heavily again. Her mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. He really was looking at her that way, wasn't he? Did he know about what she did on that trip? Did Dray share stories? What did that mean for how he would treat her in the office? Was he a good fuck too?

She jolted back to reality after that last thought. Did she really just think that?

Darrell was still looking at her with that same sly grin on his face. Like him and Dray before, she felt they could see right through her. He slowly nodded as if confirming her suspicions and then said, "In time, girl. In time."

***

That night, at dinner with Tim, Stacy was truly conflicted. Her husband really was a good man, but was he enough for her? The last few weeks seemed to have altered her in inexplicable ways. It was more than a passing fad or a fling. And it was more than the incredible sex. It was almost a lifestyle change. She thought of how willing she was to perform for the men and how much it aroused her. She reflected on how she intentionally went out of her way to walk past that group of Black men at the airport just so she could let them see she was not wearing a bra, an act she did for the men and to please Darrell. Was this who she was now?

"Stacy? Are you listening?"

Stacy shook her head to clear it and giggled. "Sorry, Tim. I was thinking about work and I guess I just drifted off. A lot to catch up on after being gone." It was only a partial lie.

"It's ok, honey. I was asking if the office plans on having you telework."

She paused before answering. Why was he asking that question? Was he curious or probing? She thought of Darrell's cock fucking her while she was supposedly teleworking earlier that day. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm not sure yet. It doesn't work for everybody."

She took a drink and then added, "And we have a new boss. He seems to be open to telework, but I have to see."

Tim nodded and said, "Well, you know I'm teleworking so maybe we can..."

Stacy's giggle cut him off. She didn't mean to do it and she didn't mean for it to sound as it did, but she could see the sting on Tim's face. However, Tim's comment made her think he was suggesting they do something similar to what she enjoyed with Darrell earlier, and she couldn't help but giggle. She looked at him and said, "Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to laugh. I just think the two of us home teleworking could be complicated, you know?"

It was a rather weak attempt to ease his hurt feelings, but it seemed to do the job. A few hours later, she rebuffed her husband's attempt to have sex, claiming she was tired from being back at work.

***

Stacy spent the rest of that week flushing her BC pill in the morning then having sex with Darrell in the afternoon. Each morning was the same. She took the pill out of the 30-day pillbox and it sat next on her little plate next to her breakfast fruit, staring up at her. At the end of breakfast, it was the only thing left except for maybe some of the vines from her grapes. She would put the plate in the dishwasher and take the pill with her to the bathroom. There, she would drop it into the toilet before flushing it. It was her own little secret risk which she planned on ending one day. That little act, an act of tremendous potential consequence, excited her beyond measure, and it set the tone for the day.

That act also began to influence her clothing. Stacy had always dressed nicely for work in a manner to compliment her well-toned physique while remaining appropriate for the office. But she now found herself adding a sexy flare to her style. She replaced her slacks with skirts, and blouses she usually wore as an under layer or with a sweater over top now were the primary or uncovered. She was never inappropriate, just a couple steps closer to the edge. She relished the looks she received from her co-workers, men with their looks of desire, women with their looks of jealousy.

Each day, she arrived at work with her internal fire already burning with the memory of her birth control going down the drain, and the anticipation of the afternoon fun she was going to have with Darrell. That fire was continually stoked with the looks she received throughout the day. Finally, when it was time to depart, she could count on Mr. Jackson standing in his office doorway watching as she and Darrell left the office for Darrell's place.

At the end of that first week back, Stacy had flushed five days of birth control. She had denied her husband every night using one excuse or another. And she had sucked off and fucked Darrell every day in his apartment.

On Friday afternoon after she had ridden Darrell to a mutual orgasm, and with his seed now flooding her pussy, Stacy was laying with her naked body draped over Darrell's thighs as she sucked his cock clean when she heard a phone buzz. She eased her mouth away from his shaft and lazily asked, "Yours or mine?"

Darrell smiled down at her as he reached for his phone, "Mine."

Nodding, Stacy resumed her oral attention to the Black cock she now adored. She glanced up to see Darrell responding to a text and she smiled to herself at the profound changes she had experienced. She was naked with another man's cum in her pussy while she sucked his cock clean from their coupling and he was sending a text. Nearly everything she was experiencing at this moment would not have occurred just a month ago.

She gave Darrell's cockhead a quick suck to get his attention and then smiled up at him when he moved the phone to look at her. She licked the head and asked, "Anything important?"

Darrell chuckled and said, "Damn, girl, you naughty as fuck, you know that?"

She giggled, "I'm just glad it was your phone and not mine."

A moment later the doorbell rang. Stacy moved quickly as if to fetch her clothes before Darrell grabbed her arm, "Chill, Stacy. This is my place, not yours."

She offered an embarrassed giggle as she finished putting her arm in the second sleeve of her blouse. It was still hanging open and it was the only thing she had on.

Darrell was still laying back on the bed looking at her. He said, "Fuck, you are hot."

Stacy's face reddened at the compliment, and she glanced down to see the blouse essentially framing her tits, her hard nipples keeping the material from covering her naked breasts. She gave a bashful, "Thank you."

Darrell replied, "Why don't you go get the door?"

Stacy was momentarily taken aback. "Like this? I can't."

"Why not, Stacy? This ain't your place. Ain't going to be one of your neighbors at the door. Besides, you give me some serious cred with a fine piece like you answering my door."