The Secret Life I Live

I did not plan on writing this story, but the more I contemplated it, the more I wanted to share with other women and let them know that they are not alone. My story is about me and the two lives that I live. One is the life my parents, my husband, and even my best friends think that I live. The other is the very private dark side that only one man knows.

I married my husband right out of college. I got a law degree and got a job with a large corporation doing contract work. My husband is an accountant who got a job working in the accounting department of a large department store in town. Most of our friends consider us the perfect little suburban couple. We go to church every Sunday, and we are both active with our friends and other social groups. David, my husband, loves to play golf, and he and his buddies are out on the course every Saturday morning. I am a tennis nut and belong to a couple of leagues in our neighborhood. Every weekend we gather at either our house or that of one of our friends for a cookout and drinks. We enjoy our life together.

I consider myself to be a sensual person who enjoys feeling sexy. David and I both are athletic and take care of selves. We are in the gym three or four times a week, and I love to run. While I am required to dress professionally at work, underneath that business exterior is a mischievous little girl who does her best to keep Victoria's Secret in business. I like to feel sexy and have to be careful to make sure that my skirt is long enough to hide the garters that hold my stockings in place. There is always lace and sheer fabric, and I love to wear a silk camisole beneath my jacket that reminds everyone that I am a woman.

David's and my sex life is good; it was especially good in the early years of our marriage. I like taking care of him and want him to be satisfied. I am pretty aggressive in bed and will fight to get what I want. I like go to bed wearing some sexy little something that I know will stir the beast between his legs. David loves for me to suck his cock, and I have over time developed into what I consider to be a talented lover when it comes to pleasuring him orally. I love to rub up next to him and let my fingers walk down his body till I take hold of his package. I usually start stroking till he is all good and hard then I start kissing my way down his chest and stomach. Every girl knows that there is power in sucking cock, and I love to see him squirm. I like to tease him for several minutes until he is moaning and begging. At that point, I usually slide off my panties and climb on top of him. I will ride him hard till either he fills me with his sticky goo or I have one of my sweet orgasms that makes me buck like a wild horse on top of his pole. Either way, I make sure that we are both satisfied in the end. If he cums first, I will lean over him while he is still inside me and let him suck my nipples while I reach down and rub my clit. If I finish first, I climb off of him and take him in my mouth till he shoots his load. He loves to watch me as I swallow the good stuff and lick his cock clean.

The dynamics in our relationship began to slowly change after a few years of marriage. I began to move up the corporate ladder at work and eventually became lead attorney for the contract division. The new position resulted in a substantial salary increase, but it also required that I travel more. Whenever my company is in negotiations, I meet with the other company's attorneys to ensure that we are fairly represented and that no local or state laws are violated. All of this means that it is not unusual for me to have to travel two or three times a month for a couple of nights each trip.

My husband's career was not progressing as fast as mine, and he seemed to be in a professional rut. He got annual raises and sometimes a bonus, but he did not get the promotions that I was getting. My salary has always been more than his, but with the promotions, it became substantially more. There was a power shift in our house. Whenever there were decisions that had to be made, he would depend on me to make them. He began coming to me to ask permission to buy things. His role began to become more of a caretaker around the house. He started to do most of the cooking and laundry while I became responsible for the finances and major decisions. This shift in power also carried over into our bedroom. While we have always tried to take care of each other as well as satisfy our own sexual needs, he was no longer aggressive in the bedroom. If he wanted sex, he would either hint or meekly ask me for it. If I wanted it, I took it from him. I still love my husband and want to have a happy marriage, but sometimes a woman wants to be swept off her feet and made to feel that she is desirable. While on the outside our marriage looked perfect, I knew that something was missing.

As I mentioned earlier, my job requires that I travel, and I often accompany the Director of Sales. While we are together on many of these trips, at work, we rarely see each other. Our offices are on different floors and on the opposite side of the building. Most of our contact is made either on the phone or via emails. Jack, the Director of Sales, is a happily married man with two children. He is a handsome man with a quick smile and an athletic build that reminds me of a NFL linebacker. He is one of the few African Americans in management, and he commands respect.

Two years ago, my company was in the process of acquiring a smaller company based in Chicago. We were in the final stages of negotiations, so Jack and I were told to fly up. Knowing that I was going to be gone for a few days, I called David from the office and told him to be home early. He had made dinner and washed the dishes when we were finished. While he was in the kitchen, I slipped upstairs to the bedroom and put on a red lace babydoll that I knew he would enjoy. I called down to the kitchen, "Baby, why don't you come up to the bedroom? I have a prize for you tonight." I heard him running up the stairs.

My sweet little husband looked like a kid in a candy store as he stood in the doorway and stared at me lying on the bed. I did a slow crawl across the bed, deliberately flashing him as I slid to the other side. "Oh boy," he said, "I was hoping you would let me have sex tonight." He left a trail of clothes from the door to the bed as he hurriedly undressed. He jumped in bed and pulled me closely. I tried to prolong things and attempted to kiss him, but he quickly wrapped one arm around me and rubbed and squeezed my breasts with the other. I nibbled on his neck as he said, "I love the way you feel. You make me so hard. Is it, well, uh, okay if we uh...?" I looked and him and said, "Of course baby, I want you. This is my little present to you so that you will think of me while I am gone." Without any hesitation, he pushed my legs apart and climbed on top of me. I held on to him as began immediately pushing in and out of me. Trying to cope, I feigned a moan of pleasure to encourage him. Three minutes later I heard, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, I don't think that I can...." I felt him empty his load inside me. He collapsed on top of me and muttered something unintelligible. A minute later he was asleep. When he started snoring, I pushed him off of me. I looked over at him and said, "Well baby, at least you enjoyed it."

The next morning I met Jack at the airport. We flew up together and took a cab to our hotel. We were staying downtown on Michigan Avenue at one of the older but very posh hotels. We had a meeting room reserved where most of the negotiations took place. Jack ran the meetings while I supported him with the legal information that he needed. At the end of the first day's meetings, I decided to go up to the gym in the hotel for a workout. They have a great workout facility with an indoor track that runs around the perimeter of the room with all of the workout equipment in the center. They also have a separate room that has a great pool and hot tub. Two sides of the room are glass and have great views of the city. Added to all of this was the fact that it was snowing. Southern girls like me are still fascinated with snow.

I had been jogging for about 45 minutes when I saw Jack come in and start his workout. While I ran in circles around the machines, I couldn't help but admire his muscular body as he exercised. He was wearing shorts and a sleeveless muscle shirt. His arms and chest looked powerful as he lifted. I was wearing a pair of black spandex running shorts and a red Nike sports bra. Two of the walls were covered with mirrors, and I could see that Jack was stealing glances of me while I ran. After the workout, Jack called me over and wanted to know if I wanted to meet him downstairs for dinner. Even though we often travel together, we rarely eat together unless we are in a group. I thought it would be okay, and we agreed to meet downstairs in an hour.

I went back to my room, stripped out of my running clothes, and took a long shower. The hot water felt great after the workout. I dried and put on my favorite powder. I pulled on a black thong and bra and decided to wear a black skirt and jacket with a blue silk camisole. I love to wear a black jacket because of the way it highlights my blonde hair, and the blue camisole makes my blue eyes sparkle. I decided not to wear stockings and wore heels. I met Jack downstairs. He was wearing a sports jacket without a tie.

We had a very good dinner with a nice bottle of wine. Jack was his usual fun self, and we did a lot of laughing and talking. Jack lifted his wine glass and toasted me as he said, "You did a really great job in the meeting today. I don't think that I could do this without you. You wowed the other guys almost as much as you wowed me." I felt myself blush. One couldn't help but be attracted to him. Jack is smart, articulate, has good taste, is very pleasing to the eye, and oozes confidence. Being from the South, I felt a little strange having these thoughts. It is still considered taboo for a white girl to be with a black man, and I know my daddy would have raised an eyebrow if he saw the two of us together. Even so, I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with him, a handsome black man.

After dinner, I excused myself to go the restroom; I noticed that Jack's eyes followed me as I walked away. Walking back to the table, I saw that Jack had ordered us both a French Coffee with Grand Marnier. We sat and talked for a good hour before he decided that it was time for him to go back to his room. I will admit that I was a little disappointed that the evening was over, but I got up and followed him to the elevator.

The good food, wine, and the after dinner drink had put me in a relaxed, mellow mood. I followed him into the empty elevator, and he pressed the button to take us up to our suites on the 25th floor. I leaned back against the wall as the door closed and halfway closed my eyes. That is when it happened. Jack moved and stood directly in front of me, took my chin in his hand, and lifted it as he guided his lips to mine. I honestly did not see it coming. Even though I was startled, I kissed him back. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me closer. I felt my knees go weak as I melted into his powerful body. We kissed passionately all the way up to the 25th floor. When the elevator door opened, he simply took my hand and said, "Come with me."

We walked into his suite, and he closed the door behind him as he took off his jacket. Even though there was only a bathroom light on across the room, we could see clearly because of the outside lights that filtered through the windows. He led me across the room, took off my jacket, and gently pushed me onto the sofa. Jack said, "I have thinking about you all day. You looked so good running in the gym, and when you walked down to the restaurant wearing this, damn, I knew that I had to be with you." I didn't protest; it was as if I couldn't speak. He was in charge, and I was doing whatever he wanted. He sat beside me and placed his hands on my bare shoulders. He again pulled me to him, and we kissed. He felt so strong and dominant. I know that it sounds trite, but he took my breath away.

His hands began to move up and down my body, and I responded like a high school girl in the back seat of a car. My nipples were instantly hard, and I could feel the heat growing between my legs. Jack said, "I want to touch you. I need to feel your body." He pulled my camisole up over my breasts and began to feel me through my sheer bra. His touch was electric, and my nipples ached as he stroked them. He leaned down and kissed my neck as he skillfully unsnapped my bra with his left hand. Immediately his right hand was underneath and touching my bare skin. I held his head in my hands as he touched me, and I moaned aloud.

He released me and stood as he unbuttoned his shirt. I looked at his dark skin, muscular chest, and flat stomach and felt a desire that I had not experienced in years. I knew that I was going to be taken, and deep down, I knew that I wanted it to happen. He took my hand, and I kicked off my heels as he led me to his bed. I dropped my unfastened bra on the sofa with my jacket and camisole and undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Wearing only my black thong, I sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of me and began to undress. He slid off his shirt, and I reached up and ran my hands over his muscular abdomen. I knew what I wanted and started undoing his belt. He looked down at me and smiled knowing that I was his willing partner. I undid his pants as he slid off his shoes. His pants fell down, and I sat there staring as his cock strained against his underwear. Without saying a word, I reached around him and pulled him close to me. I rubbed my face against his hardness and could feel the heat through the fabric. It was his turn to moan.

I looked up at him as I reached into his shorts and took out his cock. He looked down, his face full of lust, as I pulled out his meaty black member. His cock was heavy and thick, and the dark color only added to my excitement. He wasn't fully erect, and already his cock was thicker than any that I had ever seen. The contrast between his dark angled body and my soft white hands was erotic. I held his black cock and started to slowly rub it against my face and hair. His dark curly pubic hair and my straight blonde hair were so different. I began to slowly kiss his cock and then began stroking him as I guided him into my mouth. He stood and watched as his cock slowly disappeared between my lips. I held his hard ass with both hands and pulled him closely as my head moved back and forth, sucking him. I love the way it feels when a man's cock gets hard in my mouth.

I licked up and down his thick shaft, coating it with my saliva. Jack looked down and said, "I love the way my cock looks in your sweet little pink mouth. You are beautiful, and your mouth was made for my cock. Suck me. Suck my cock like you love it." I licked his thick dark shaft and sucked the head. I then gave him what I had only given one other man in my life. I slowly took his cock and began to slide it down my throat. I realized several years ago that I was able to take a cock all the way without gagging. Even though his cock was bigger than any I had ever seen and all others paled in comparison (in more ways than one!), I was able to take it all the way down my throat. I held my face against him and was able to lick his balls as his big cock rested in my throat. Jack let out a moan and said, "I have never been with a woman who could do that." I slid it back out so that I could breathe. His cock was coated with thick spit that came from deep within my throat.

Jack reached down and played with my breasts and nipples as I sucked his glorious cock. I loved the way his dark hands looked on my breasts and the feel of his athletic legs and muscular ass only added to his masculinity. He squeezed my breasts harder as his excitement grew. I alternated between sucking the head while I massaged his cock and balls and taking him all the way down my throat. I wasn't sure how he wanted to cum, but I was willing to take it anyway that he wanted. Sensing that he was getting close, I picked up the pace and squeezed has dark shaft harder as I sucked and licked his thick cock head. I was surprised when he put his hands on my shoulders and stepped back and kicked off his pants and underwear and pulled off his socks. He moved back towards me and gently pushed me onto my back. I lifted my hips, and he slid my thong off and tossed it on the floor beside my skirt.

I saw Jack smile as he stared at the swollen lips between my legs. I was more than wet and ready for him. He reached under my bottom and lifted it with his strong hands as he leaned over and began to softly kiss my wet slit. I stared between my breasts as I watched as his tongue began to move in slow circles around my already swollen clit. He squeezed my ass as he held me up, licking up and down my swollen lips before coming back to circle his tongue on the center of all my pleasure. The sensation was intense, and I knew that this man knew how to satisfy a woman. I watched in the mirror as he stood leaning over the bed, my legs spread as he licked and gently sucked my clit. His cock hung between his legs like a black club ready to do battle. I was biting my lower lip to stifle the low moan that was beginning to build.

He lowered my bottom and began to kiss my body as he moved up to my breasts. He took one in each hand and began to alternately kiss and suck each nipple. I was on fire. "Jack," I said, "I want you. I know that it is wrong in so many ways, but I don't care. Make love to me. Jack, I need you to make love to me." I tossed my head to one side as I felt the weight of his body on mine. He climbed over me and began kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. He reached underneath me and held my ass as he began to slowly grind his cock against my soaked slit. I spread my legs wider as I reached down and took his cock and guided him inside me.

He slowly began to push, and I could feel him slide deeper with each stroke. His cock was thick and long, and I felt a fullness that was new to me. I thought that I might pass out as he finally buried all of his fat cock deep inside my stretched walls. I pushed my hands against his chest so that I could watch him slide in and out of me. His dark curls and thick black cock looked like chocolate as he slid in and out of my stretched pink pussy. I leaned back and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me. "Oh Jack, fuck me. I love it. Oh god it feels so good." He let out a man growl as he began to speed up and fuck me harder. He told me how tight I was; how much he wanted this; and how good it felt. I just held on as my heart raced and clit throbbed. I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded in and out of me. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I was losing it quickly, and could feel my orgasm beginning. I let out a long moan as waves of pleasure spread across me. I had never had an orgasm as powerful as the one that ripped through my body.

Jack slid out of me and rolled me onto my stomach as he pulled me onto my knees on the edge of the bed. He stood behind me, and I held my ass in the air as he buried his cock deep inside my wet hole. "Yeah baby, that's it. You feel so wet and tight. Your hard little ass was made for me. You look so fucking hot with my black cock buried in you." He had both hands on my hips, pushing my boobs flat against the mattress and holding my ass up as he took me. I squeezed my pussy around his cock wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. He took me that way for several minutes before he took one hand off my hip and began to tease my other opening with his wet index finger while he continued to fuck me. I reached between my legs with my left hand and began to slowly rub my clit. The added sensations of my fingers, his thick cock sliding in and out of me, and his finger probing my ass triggered another orgasm. I moaned as he kept pumping in and out of me, and I clinched every opening that he was filling. He stepped back and continued to stimulate me with his finger. I wiggled my ass against his finger and pushed back against it. I knew what he wanted, and after all of the pleasure that he had already given me, I would do anything for him. If he wanted me that way, he could have it.