Taken Wife Pt. 01

It was my fault really. I let it happen. I wanted it to happen. I just never knew. My name is Jackie and I am 25, married for 3 years to a wonderful, sweet and kind man. His name is Stephen. We have a great relationship, he's my best friend and my soulmate. Recently we have been talking about starting a family. I've always wanted a family. My storybook life was about to be complete. What more could a girl ask for. Then I met Dylan.

Dylan is a 30 year old African American man who works in the law firm I work for. He is in charge of the human resources department. I guess technically you could say he's my boss but in reality I never see him at work. Actually I didn't even meet him at work. I met him in a club when I was out with some girlfriends. We were dancing and having a good time but there were a couple of college kids who kept hitting on us. They kept following us around on the dance floor and trying to force us to dance. It was super annoying. So annoying in fact that we were about to call it a night and head home. That's when Dylan came to the rescue. He had apparently been keeping an eye out and knew what was happening. When one of the kids rubbed his crotch against my back side, Dylan showed up out of nowhere and shoved him hard. The kid fell backwards and sprawled out on the floor. Dylan suggested that he and his friends leave. The kid looked like he wanted to fight but I think Dylan's 6'5 stature and bulging muscles made him think twice. The stupid kids left us alone after that. We were all very grateful.

After that we asked him to join us. We owed him after all. We all continued to dance and drink. Each of the girls would take turns dancing with Dylan. Some of my friends were acting like total sluts around him. I could tell they were thirsty. I kept my distance. I knew it was inappropriate for me to be dancing with another man. I was married after all. Stephen would not approve.

Eventually he did came to me and ask for a dance. "Please, dance with me." He said. His voice was stern. His words said please but his tone said now. I knew I should say no. My brain was screaming at me. "TELL HIM YOU'RE MARRIED!" and I tried to but somehow my lips just wouldn't form the words. I just nodded my head. He took my hand and lead me out on the floor a little bit away from the rest of the group. It's easy to forget how big he is until he's standing right beside you. I have always been a tiny girl, thin and short. Dylan made me feel very small. I was intimidated by him.

He place his hands on my hips. I could feel the weight of them. His giant hands could nearly reach all the way around my waist. I tried to keep a good distance between us. I didn't want any unnecessary touching. But Dylan pulled me back towards him and held me against his body. Again, I was powerless to stop him. I started to move my hips with the beat. I let him control the pace. Control seemed to be what he wanted and he was very good at it. Eventually he started exploring my body with his hands. He turned me to face him and his hands sank to my ass. I shuttered.

My mind was screaming, "YOU'RE MARRIED! STOP NOW! PULL AWAY FROM HIM!" My body, however, was sending different signals. I could not pull away. If anything I was being pulled in closer and closer. I couldn't resist.

I lost track of time and our dance ended abruptly. Dylan let go of me, said thank you and walked away. It was so easy for him to walk away from me. How was it impossible for me to walk away from him? We all continued dancing for an hour or so and then we headed for the exit. Sever of the girls road together. I had come with another girl and I had planned on leaving with her. We headed to her car but someone grabbed my arm before we made it. It was Dylan.

"Let, me take you home," He said.

My head screamed at me again. I looked at my friend. Her eyes were fiery. It looked like she wanted to be the one to take him home. She nodded at me. I walked away with him. A million things went through my head as we walked. I don't know this guy. He could murder me. It's dark, no one would know. I MARRIED. Strange men should not be picking me up in the bar. But despite all this internal dialog, I still left with him.

He opened the car door for me and helped me inside. We pulled out of the parking lot. My friends watched as we drove off. I could feel their jealousy. Dylan placed his hand on my thigh. It sent shivers down my spine. He started to talk. His voice was deep and smooth. It mesmerized me.

"I've really enjoyed our time together tonight." He said.

"Me to," I responded. My voice barely above a whisper.

"I have a dinner I have to go to tomorrow night. I would like you to go with me." Dylan's voice was stern.

"I, .. uh ..." I stammered. Now I had to tell him no. But it was so hard. I struggled. "I can't," I finally managed to say. "I'm married".

"I know you're married and I don't care. I have a dinner tomorrow and I would like you to be my date, Please". He said please again but again it sounded more like a demand than a request. Dylan squeezed my thigh gently. My heart raced in my chest. I became acutely aware of my breathing. I knew I had to say no. "I sorry I can't" I said in my head.

But out loud I said nothing. I looked at him. He was looking at me. His dark brown eyes were piercing. I simply nodded.

"Good," he said. "I will pick you up at 6. Make sure you wear something appropriate. This is a semi formal event so you will need to be a little more dressed up than you are now. But there will be dancing so make sure you pick something you can move in. Also, these things usually go late into the night so make sure you are prepared to be out all night."

"What will I tell my husband?" I asked.

"I don't care. Lie to him if you want, or tell him the truth. Just be ready by 6." Dylan pulled up to my curb. He got out and walked around to open my door. My heart didn't know what to think. I wished he had stayed in the car. How would I explain this tall dark man dropping me off? What will the neighbors think. But on the other hand he was so bold. To drop me off, in front of everyone, at my house. He didn't try to hide or sneak around or anything. It was exhilarating. My heart raced and my hands trembled. Dylan took my hand and helped me out of the car. I looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I really did enjoy our time together," he said again.

"Me too," I conceded.

It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away from him. The only reason I was able to was because he didn't stop me. If he had asked, I would have probably gotten back into his car and gone wherever he wanted me to. But instead I found myself at my front door. I turned the key in the lock slowly, trying to wake up my husband. Luckily he was sound asleep. I slipped into the bathroom and poured myself a bath. The water engulfed my body and I finally started to think clearly again.

My mind ran wild. "You are stupid," it told me. "Why couldn't you just say no. You can't go with him tomorrow. Blow him off." That sounded to me like the best thing to do. I wouldn't tell my husband anything and I just wouldn't go tomorrow. Yes, perfect, but... my mind began to drift. I thought about how he had stood up for us at the bar. I thought about how he shoved that guy so hard he fell. I thought about our dance. His strong hands guiding me, his huge muscles and dark voice. I thought about him opening the car door for me, that was a turn on. And how he was so aggressive in his actions. Almost like he was daring somebody to have a problem with what he was doing. I thought about his piercing eyes. I could feel myself growing wet. Guilt filled my stomach but I quickly pushed it away.

"There's no harm in thinking about it, right? It's not like I'm ever going to see him again. A girl can have fantasies. There's nothing wrong with that." I had convinced myself. My hand sunk under the water and between my legs. I started to rub myself. In my head, an alternate ending to the night played out. I freed my mind.

Back at the club we danced. But for longer than just the brief moment that we shared earlier. This time we danced in earnest. I didn't try to fight him, I didn't shy away from him. He intimidated me but I liked it. My friends didn't exist. It was just me and him. He pulled me close. I felt small against his massive frame. It made me feel protected and safe. No one could touch me while I was with him. But it also scared me. No one could save me from him. He could have his way with me.

He explored my body, his hands reach for my ass. But this time he reached under my skirt and I felt his hot skin against my bare ass. I could feel him growing against my abdomen. How big would he be? 6 inches? 7 inches? How thick? I tried to imagine how it might look. Dylan turned me around. Now his hard cock was against my ass. I massaged him with my body. His hands explored my front now. He touched my stomach and ran his hands down my shoulders. He grabs my breast. I arch my back to him. His other hand pushes the hair out of my face. He pulls my head back to his. He kisses me. I feel his tongue on my lips. I open my lips and let him inside.

The scene changes. We are in my house. In my bed room. My husband is... asleep, or gone ...or unable to stop this for some reason. It's just me and Dylan and no one who can save me from him. I don't know that I want to be saved. I'm on my knees. I'm naked. Dylan is in front of me. He takes his clothes off and reveals his ripped body to me. I rub my hands down his abs. His cock is in front of me now. He instructs me to take it in my hands. I do. I can't tell him no. He is in control. I stroke him with two hands. One isn't enough. Then he tells me to suck him. I place the head of his dick in my mouth and look at him. He looks back at me with his dark eyes. His hand goes to the back of my head and he forces me down on his cock. I try to keep eye contact with him. His dick swells in my mouth as he fucks my face. I let him use my mouth. He owns it now.

He tells me to get on the bed. I do as I'm told. I get on my hands and knees, place my head to the mattress and expose my rear end for him to mount. I feel him move in behind me. He rubs his massive dick against my hot welcoming pussy.

"Wait," I say. "What will I tell my husband?"

He pauses for a second. My ass reaches for him in anticipation. "I don't care what you tell him." He says. "tell him the truth if you want."

Then he pushes inside of me. He pushes deeper, deeper than any man before, deeper than I ever imagined possible. I am filled like I have never been and may never be again. I moan loudly as he uses me. The room is filled with the sounds of my voice and his balls slapping my ass from behind. I cum, over and over again.

All I want in this moment is to please him. To be his. I want him to enjoy me. It's at that moment I realize, he isn't wearing a condom. I am overcome by a strong urge to have his cum deep inside my fertile pussy. I want to be oozing with the evidence of our love making. I push back against him and look him in the eyes as pounds me.

"Please," I say in a weak voice, begging him. He understands what I want. His balls tighten and his dick stiffens and I feel it. One more thrust, deep inside me and he holds it. He empties his balls against my cervix. I am probably pregnant now. Just what my husband and I wanted.

Back in the real word I relaxed in the bath tub. My head was dizzy and my body was numb. The orgasm I had just given myself was the best one I had had in years. Maybe even ever. But that was all fantasy. Tomorrow life would go back to normal. I would forget about Dylan and move on.