Next part of Fuck Weed

 This part is a little slower covering the week before Shawn's return.

Mike managed to lead her to the shower. He turned the water on, waited until it was hot, and helped her in. He watched her shower through the glass door, an erotic and sexy sight except for the fact that she was washing off another man’s semen. When she was done, he held the towel for her and dried her off. It was another act that would have excited him under different circumstances. Afterwards, they took a long nap.

Mike fixed a quick dinner for the two of them. Mostly, they remained silent. She was starting to feel embarrassed and wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about the weekend. He didn’t like it. He believed he could forgive Jodi for her behavior if the last 24 hours were all there was to it. He also knew that a lot of what had happened was his fault.

He thought she might feel better after taking a bath. It was something he’d come up with on her birthday. He called it, “the pampering”. He prepared her a hot bubble bath with lavender bath salts and afterwards she’d laid down on her stomach on their bed and he massaged her. She hadn’t let him turn the lights on, but he’d gotten to run his hands all over her body. She’d even turned over so that he could rub her front. The pampering had worked and she’d gotten aroused. He mounted her and made slow love to his wife. This was before he’d started having difficulties with erection.

This wasn’t a romantic evening. He just thought a bath might relax her. She was grateful and stepped in the tub. Unusually, she had forgotten to shut and lock the door to the bathroom. It was open a crack and Mike decided to take a peek and check up on her, afraid she might have fallen asleep. Her head was back, resting on the rim, eyes closed. Her arm was in the water and it looked like her hand was between her legs. Her lips parted moaning slightly. She was playing with herself! The weed was still affecting her. He'd never thought of Jodi as a masturbator, but here she was fingering herself in the tub. She whimpered, arching her back enough he could see her nipples emerge from the water, suds covering parts of her breasts. He pulled back and slipped into bed, surprised to see, he was sporting a decent erection. The weed was still in his system too.

Her erection was gone by the time Jodi joined him in the bedroom. She sat on the bed and dropped her towel. Under different circumstances, he’d been thrilled to see she was nude. Jodi normally wore a pull over night gown. She looked sexy as hell in it, especially from the front where it clung to her breasts. She only removed it for sex and sometimes she only lifted it up to her waist during sex. Usually, she removed it just before he entered her and replaced it as soon as he was done.

Mike rolled over and stared at her sleek back. She was squirting skin cream into her palm and rubbing it into her breasts and chest. His penis stiffened a little, but shrank again when his mind pictured her rubbing Shawn’s semen all over her skin. She leaned forward and did her legs.

“Want me to do your back?” he asked.

Jodi froze a second. She sat straight up and raised her wet red hair up off her shoulder. “Please?” she asked, reaching around her to hand her the lotion. He sat up and began rubbing the skin cream into her back while also massaging her shoulders and neck. She moaned softly, enjoying his touch. When he finished, he kissed her on the shoulder. “Thank you,” she said. She turned the light out and slipped in beside him, sleeping nude in a bed for the first time since their honeymoon.

Mike woke several hours later to fingers caressing his dick. Jodi squeezed his prick, tugging on it. Her tugs turned to slow strokes as he hardened. Jodi didn’t sleep in the nude, nor did she ever initiate sex, but here she was, gently jerking him off. When he was hard, she sat up, leaning down and taking his dick in her mouth. Mike moaned and ran his hands through her hair.

Jodi adjusted herself slightly. Her knees were up by him, her bosom pushed into his stomach as she bobbed her head over his shaft. Mike sighed and relaxed enjoying the feeling of being in his wife’s hot mouth. He was relieved she still had any interest in his little penis after experiencing Shawn.

Jodi leaned further down, easily deepthroating his six-and-a-half-inch penis. She was nearly laying on him now and a few seconds later, she was raising one leg over him, her pussy just above his face. He was glad he couldn’t see it, not sure what kind of shape it was in after getting fucked repeatedly by a foot long penis. She lowered it a little. Mike wanted to eat her. They’d never 69’d before and this was pretty exciting. He raised his nose to her pussy, fearing it would smell like spunk, but the only aroma his nostril inhaled was lavender from the bath. She smelled clean. He raised his tongue up and licked up her slit. Jodi jumped slightly, but moaned and pushed her pussy back into his tongue.

Mike slid his arms under her thighs and wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her back into his thrusting tongue. She humped him, sucking his dick harder. He was surprised he’d lasted this long or could manage a strong erection. Her mouth felt great, lips tightly embracing his shaft to keep him hard. He could feel the cum welling in his balls. He switched tactics. Sucking her clit hard between his lips.

“YES!” she cried, raisin her head off his dick. “Keep sucking my clit.” She took him in her mouth again.

Mike sucked her clit like it was one of her nipples. She kept humping his face. Her anus must have been pushing into his nose, but even that smelled of lavender. Her cry was muffled by his dick in her mouth. Her thighs trembled and she came just as Mike quit sucking her slit and pushed his tongue back in her pussy.

It was like swallowing a raw oyster.

The thick pudding like substance slid down his tongue and into his mouth. What the hell? He thought, just as another oyster-sized wad of pudding shot into his mouth. It was hot, didn’t taste all that bad, and it was like nothing he’d ever tasted before yet it still seemed familiar. She pushed her pussy hard into his mouth, her orgasmic contractions shooting out more of the pudding until his mouth was full. He couldn’t breathe his nose was bent against her anus and her pussy was covering his mouth. Mike was forced to swallow, his mind realizing that what the substance was even as it was sliding down his throat. He tried to stop struggling a little, his wiggling tongue enticing out another wad of Shawn’s sperm into his mouth. Mike came, thrusting his dick deep between Jodi’s lips as he ejaculated. Another wad of semen slipped into his mouth. Mike closed his throat and lowered his head from Jodi’s pussy so that he could breathe through his nose. She wasn’t done cumming and a final large wad of Shawn’s seed, splattered across his face, covering his nostrils. The fresh lavender scent was gone and all he could smell was the ammonia-like stink of another man’s cum.

Jodi slid off him. Mike rolled off the bed the second he was free and ran to the bedroom. The last wad was still rolling around on his tongue and he spit it out into the sink. He ran the hot water, but used a cold wet cloth to clean the semen off his face. He rinsed it off under the hot water and washed his face again. He wanted to gag. In the mirror, he could see Jodi sitting up on the bed, spitting out his semen into a dixie cup of water she kept on the nightstand. She looked as disgusted as he did even though she’d swallowed him last week and at least two loads of Shawn’s semen over the last day.

Mike rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash and left the bathroom, switching places with Jodi. She also rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash before slipping back into bed.

The first rays of dawn were illuminating the room when he felt Jodi’s hand on his dick again. This time she had a lot more trouble getting him hard. She pulled and tugged on his prick until it stiffened enough. She climbed on top of him, squeezing the base of his dick to make it hard enough to enter her. It did turn fully erect at the sight of his wife’s nude body mounting his dick, but it quickly deflated after she’d only rode him a couple times. She bounded too high on the third and his dick slithered out. She squeezed his prick almost painfully until she could force the head back inside her and started humping him again. “Come on, Mike,” she gasped. “Come on, baby. Deeper. I need it deeper. I need a cock, a big bl… Noooooo,” she whimpered as Mike grunted, his limp dick leaking out a few meager drops of semen into her. “Dammit.”

“Sorry,” he said, feeling emasculated. This wasn’t the first time this happened. This was common when he’d first started developing ED. He’d gotten her worked up enough she wanted sex only to disappoint her, cumming after a few strokes or losing his erection almost immediately. The pills had been like a miracle drug to him.

She tapped him a few times on the shoulder to tell him it was alright. Though it wasn’t.

Jodi showered first and dressed for school in one of her figure hiding dresses. She beat him home from work that day. He entered the kitchen. She was sitting with her head in her arms. “Honey, are you okay?” he asked concerned.

Jodi raised her head. Her eyes were red and tears were running down her cheeks. She was a natural beauty and wore little makeup, but the little she wore was smeared. “Oh, Mike, I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Mike held his arms open. “Come here.”

Jodi stood up and ran into his embrace. She buried her head in his shoulder, still sobbing. “Can you forgive me? I behaved like a total slut.”

“There there, honey,” he reassured her patting her on the back. “It wasn’t you. It was the weed.”

“It made me act like a slut, Mike.” She shook in his arms. “I slept with one of my students, I… I… fucked a nigg… a black man.” She shook violently.

Mike hugged her tighter. “It’s as much my fault as yours. You were right I should have turned that weed in to the police.”

Jodi broke the embrace. “Yes, you should have.” Her green eyes were stared back at him. They looked sad. They were red from crying.

Her pupils were normal.

Jodi went back to the table and sat down, laying her head in her arms. “I don’t want to have anything to do with Shawn Wright again,” she said into her arms.

Ironically, thought Mike, her face was right where Shawn had left a pool of cum on their table yesterday. Mike had wiped it up before dinner. “We could go away for the weekend?” he asked. This was her final week of school for the summer and they’d often took a weekend off.

“That would just delay it.” She raised her head and smiled at him sadly. “And it might make him mad.”

“We could call the cops. Maybe set him up?”

“A man like that has friends, Mike. They would hurt us if Shawn found out it was us. Plus, how long would he stay locked up on a marijuana charge?”

“Not long,” sighed Mike. “It’s not even illegal. A judge wouldn’t care all that much that it’s a new strain of weed. He’d be back on the street a day later.”

“And really pissed off.”

“And really pissed off,” He agreed.

“I don’t see an out, Mike. I’ll pray every night that he doesn’t come back, but if he does, he does.”

“Jodi, if he keeps cumming inside you, you might get pregnant.” She shuddered. “And what’s to stop him from coming back whenever he feels like it, even after we’ve paid him back?”

She shuddered again.

**********

The rest of the week passed like normal. Jodi came home Thursday after school in a good mood. It was the last student day and she wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying brats for another three months. Plus, there was an opening for a second-grade teacher. She’d expressed interest to her boss and had a shot at transferring to another school with younger, better-behaved kids.

Friday was for teachers only and a half day. She planned on going shopping after work. The shadow of the approaching weekend hung over her with the possible return of Shawn to their home. Still, she hadn’t heard a peep out of him since he left last Sunday. Maybe, her prayers were being answered?

Mike came home from work Friday, entering though the front door. He sighed when he saw the pile of bags on the couch. She warned him she was going shopping. He hoped she hadn’t replaced the ugly church outfit Shawn had destroyed.

“Honey, I’m in the kitchen,” she called.

Mike dropped his briefcase and walked towards the kitchen. He wanted to ask if she’d gotten the call they’d been dreading, but didn’t want to ruin the mood if she hadn’t. He froze in shock at the entrance to the kitchen. His first shock was that she was actually making dinner. He usually took her out Friday nights and mostly, he was the cook in the family. The bigger shock was over what she was wearing… yoga pants! Jodi didn’t even wear yoga pants for yoga! The pants were clinging to her shapely legs and even more impressively, her well-rounded ass. Seeing Jodi wearing these were like a dream come true. She turned and approached him. His eyes transfixed on her bare navel. Above, her yoga pants she was wearing a while sleeveless halter. Her sexy shapely belly was fully on display. He could even see a dark bra through her top. Also surprising him, she was barefoot. He rarely saw her barefoot and she’d panted her toenails red. This was like a fantasy outfit to him. If his golfing buddies saw her wearing this they’d be so jealous.

“I’m guessing you like?” she asked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“I like,” he said, nodding, after kissing her. She returned to the counter where she was tossing a salad. Mike just stood there and stared happily at her ass. “Buy that today?”

She didn’t turn around, but kept working. “Got this a couple days ago. I wore it out shopping.”

Holy shit! She wore that out to the mall! “I can’t believe you wore that out in public?”

Jodi sighed and did turn around. “It wasn’t easy. Every male I passed checked me out. A few tried to talk to me.”

Maybe his dream of her dressing sexier wasn’t that good of an idea? “Did any bother you?”

“Just your buddy Eddie.”

“You ran into Eddie?” Eddie was one of his golfing buddies. He’d spread the word to his friends over how hot Jodi looked. Mike felt slightly pleased with this.

“No offense, Eddie’s a little creepy. He kept staring at my belly.”

“He’s got a thing for bellybuttons.”

“Told me I should get it pierced.”

“That would be sexy,” agreed Mike.

“I’ll stick with just having my ears pierced, thank you.” She turned back to the salad. “I was worried Eddie wasn’t going to leave me alone. He practically followed me into the lingerie store, but luckily his wife showed up and dragged him off. She gave me a look over and apparently didn’t approve of my new look.

“Diane’s used to being the hottest woman in any group. I think her weight gain after her last baby’s left her a little bitter. Wait, did you say lingerie store?”

“Yes. If you’re a good boy, I might even let you see me in some of my new outfits.”

“Oh, I’m a good boy,” said Mike. “What’s for dinner?”

“Salad,” she replied.

“Just a salad? I’m pretty hungry.” He looked down at the bowl. It was a large garden salad and to be fair, there were several strips of chicken on it.

“I want you hungry.”

“Oh yeah, why?” he asked, confused.

“Cause your pills are more effective on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah,” he said, chewing some lettuce. “They do work better… oh. OH!”

Jodi smiled at him.

Later, they watched a movie together on the couch. His stomach was growling and he was starving, but she was right. His ED meds did work better on an empty stomach. He got up halfway through the movie to take a couple pills. After the movie, he followed her upstairs, staring at her ass the whole time. As he watched her cheeks flexing with each step up the stairs his penis was already stirring.

They stopped by the bed and faced each other. Jodi reached up and loosened his tie, pulling it off. Her hands unbuttoned his dress shirt, working their way down until his shirt was open. He lifted her halter over her head, stunned at the sight of her bra. It wasn’t black, but a dark blue, it squeezed her breasts, displaying a lot of cleavage and showing off more breast flesh than any of her plain old bras.

Her panty matched the bra and as she stood before him in her new underwear, all he could think of was that she should have been an Instagram model. She needed to display her amazing body on social media. She couldn’t look any more beautiful than she did at that… Jodi unhooked her bra. No, topless was better, a lot better. And as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, Mike thought. Nude is the best of all. Women that looked as good as Jodi naked shouldn’t wear clothes.

This great and amazing night only got better. Jodi laid down on top the bed, never turning the lights out. Mike mounted her. The head of his dick found its way into her pussy without any help and he found her warm and ready for him. His dick slid easily inside. They both groaned in pleasure at their mating.

Her pussy felt different. It was still hot and wet, but it’s embrace wasn’t as tight and even as he buried his dick inside her, he felt her channel continued on way past the maximum reach of his penis. Still, she seemed like she was enjoying it and she still wanted him even after she’d been stretched out by a much larger man. Maybe, when this was over, her pussy would contract back to normal?

They made love for ten minutes and it was wonderful, some of the best sex they’d ever had. Mike and Jodi stared into each other’s eyes, pausing to kiss passionately. He slowed down when he felt he was getting close, withdrawing most of his prick so that he could hunch over her and suckle her hard nipples. She writhed beneath him, humping her crotch into the head of his dick wanting him back inside her. He gave it to her, increasing the speed of his thrusts until he felt the cum welling up in his balls. “Getting close,” he groaned.

“Not yet,” she gasped. “Slow down.”

Mike didn’t slow down. He pulled back until his dick sprang free. It was twitching. He let it calm down, before pushing it back in. Jodi humped up into him. “Harder,” she moaned.

Mike thrust harder, groaning as he felt his orgasm growing.

“Slow down,” she begged.

“Do you want it harder or do you want me to slow down?” he asked, holding it inside her and letting the feeling in his balls fade.

“As hard as you can without finishing,” she whispered. “I think I might.”

The thought of making her cum thrilled Mike and he tried to give her what she wanted to the best of his ability. He worked his dick in hard, even slamming it forward, pausing and pulling it out to let it calm down. He waited a while, teasing the entrance to her pussy with the tip until he felt he could go hard again. “Can’t hold off much longer,” he gasped.

“That’s it Mike. Fuck me. Hard. Cum in me.” He worked his dick in and out as fast as he could, the sperm welling in his balls again. “YES! Yes, Mike. I’m close, baby. Gonna cum. I’m gonna…”

BBBUUUZZZZZZ!

They both jumped at the noise as Jodi’s phone jumped on the dresser nightstand the bed. Mike’s final thrust shot several strong spurts of his seed inside her as he came. Jodi’s approaching orgasm faded and went away. They both looked at each other and turned to look at the phone on the nightstand.

Mike pulled out. He had one of those huge erections, he got right after ejaculating. Jodi slid up and picked up her phone to look at the text. “It’s Shawn,” she said, looking at him crestfallen.

Mike’s penis withered on the spot, shrinking down to only half its size.

“He’s coming tomorrow at seven,” she said gulping, her eyes staring at him, pleading for help.

Mike couldn’t help noticing that even as his penis was shrinking into his testicles, her erect nipples were swelling even harder to the point her areola lifted off her breast.

**********

Jodi came down for breakfast wearing her yoga pants again with a matching sport’s bra. “Wow,” said Mike, staring at her.

“Thought I’d get a work out in.”

“Can I come watch?” he asked, filling her breakfast plate.

She just smiled at him, sitting down to eat. Mike was going to mow the lawn while she was at the gym and clean out the hot tub. Despite their trepidation over Shawn’s impending return, they had things to do that day.

Jodi left and returned a few hours later with a haircut. “You got your hair done?”

“I’ve had an appointment for weeks,” she lied. She just felt like a haircut and after that she’d gotten her nails done, but he wouldn’t notice that. “This top keeps my breasts pretty firm,” she said, jumping. Her breasts jiggled quite a bit, but not as much as they did in one of her bras.

“Yeah, they do.”

“I’m going to try to jog around the block.”

“Sure,” said Mike, wondering what the neighbors would think seeing Jodi dressed like that out running. It was Saturday and they’d be out mowing or washing their cars. They’d be in for a shock. He smiled at the thought, liking the idea.

Jodi returned, breathing heavily from her workout. She wasn’t done working out and entered the garage to use her exercise bike.

Mike watched TV while waiting for her to finish exercising. He was wondering where all her energy was coming from or maybe she was just killing time from nervousness. She was pale and a little shaky when she came in from the garage. Shawn had texted her again.

Answer the door in your bikini. Greet me like you greet yo husband. Have the hot tub ready.

“You don’t have to go through that again, Jodi,” said Mike, handing the phone back to her. “We can just get in the car and leave.”

“And go where? He’d find us eventually.” Jodi sighed. She looked at the clock on the wall. They’d had four hours. “I’m going to take a nap and then a bath.”

“I guess I’ll fill the hot tub back up.”

Jodi didn’t think she’d be able to nap, but the hot day and her work out must have worn her out. She quickly fell asleep, her anxiety over Shawn returning giving her a vivid dream.

She was sitting at her school desk, grading papers. All the ethnic students, she used a red pen to write F before circling it and setting the paper aside. There was a knock on her door. Jodi stood up from her desk. Behind her, the blackboard was gone having been replaced by a mirror showing her reflection and the rest of her empty classroom. She was dressed more like a porn star then a teacher. She wore a tight black skirt with a white button-down blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and for some reason she wore black rimmed glasses. She pushed her glasses back on her nose and walked over to answer the door. The school security officer stood there looking grim. “Sorry, Mrs. Hayes,” he told her. “They shut down the special education classes.” He entered her room leading Shawn Wright by a pair of wrist restraints. Shawn was naked except for tiny white boxers that could barely contain his bulging cock. “He’s all yours.”

“That’s okay, officer,” she told him, watching him cut Shawn’s restraints. Shawn spread his wrists apart and flexed his bulging biceps. The Shawn in her dream was the current 19 year old Shawn and not the 15 year old she’d had in class.

“Four years in detention,” he grunted. “You sentenced me to four years in detention, bitch.”

“Want me to stay?” asked the officer, warily eyeing the giant black man. He’d suddenly turned into Mike.

“No thanks, you can go Mike.” She slapped a ruler down on her palm. “I can handle Mr. Wright.” She stared at Shawn after Mike shut the door. “First things first, Mr. Wright.”

“Yeah?”

“Pull your underwear down.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hayes.” He stepped out of his underwear, his plump cock uncoiling and falling out.

“Now that is one big black cock, Mr. Wright,” she said, stepping up to him and taking it in her hand.

“Yes it is, Mrs. Hayes. Chu like it?”

“Why yes, Mr. Wright. I like it. I like it very much.” She took it in her hand and stroked it to full hardness, letting it fall so that it was sticking straight out. “Why this is the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.” She laid her ruler down on top of it. The ruler balanced perfectly on the thickness of the straight black cock. “Why it’s a perfect 12 inches,” she stated impressed. “Mr. Wright, how would you like to get your grade up in my class?”

“I’d like that very much, Mrs. Hayes.”

“I thought you would,” she told him, kneeling and taking his cock in her mouth. Jodi started bobbing her head. In her dream she managed to take the entire thing. He grabbed her head, fucking her face shoving his cock down her throat while he pulled her hair out of a pony tail. He came down her throat and she gulped it down. “I give the taste of your cum an A, Mr. Wright.” She stood, licking some semen off her lips.

“Let’s see what you think of dis then?” Shawn grabbed her blouse and ripped it open sending buttons flying all over the floor.

Jodi was soon on her desk being fucked by Shawn just like he had fucked her on her kitchen table Sunday morning. “Fuck me. Fuck me. I love your big black cock, Mr. Wright. An A+.” She turned and looked at her reflection in the blackboard/mirror. She saw her nude body laying on her desk while Shawn held her legs up slamming his cock in and out of her. Her hair was spread out over the table and her glasses were askew on her nose. “I give you an A+”

“And I’m gonna give you a black baby. Gonna bust a nut in yo pussy, teach TILF. Put a black baby in that white belly. Here cums my nut, slut. Take my SEED…”

BBBUUUZZZZZZ!

Jodi sat straight up gasping and covered in sweat. Her alarm buzzed again and she reached over to shut her phone off. The pillow and bed were soaked like she’d had a fever break. Her thighs were even wetter and her nipples were so erect they were scraping painfully against the insides of her sports bra.

She sat up and pulled the bra off, sighing with relief when the cool air from the AC caressed her aching nipples. Topless and on shaky legs from her dream, she walked to the bathroom, skipping the shower, she went to the tub and started the water, pulling off her yoga pants while it was running. Nude, she added her lavender scent bath salts and bubbles to the water. It was 5:30, ninety minutes until Shawn got here.

Her arousal subsided during her bath, though her nipples remained hard. She sank down into the hot water, letting it soak her hair before coming back up. Jodi raised her leg out of the bubbles, reaching for her razor to make sure her legs were nice and shaved. After doing both legs and under her arms, she ran the razor down both sides of her bush. Done shaving, she sank back down into the water. She didn’t want to over do it knowing she’d be sitting in the overly hot tub soon anyway, but the soak felt good.

When she was done, Jodi dried herself off and stared at herself in the mirror. She plugged her curling iron in and applied some light makeup, adding some green eye shadow that complimented her eyes and some lipstick. When the curling iron was hot, she added some curls to her newly cut hair. Finished, she stood up straight and stared at herself in the mirror. The image of herself staring at her reflection while Shawn fucked her flashed through her brain. She turned away from her reflection and walked over to her bags of new clothes and began looking for the one with the new bikini.

**********

Mike was pacing nervously, worried what the night might bring. It was just minutes until seven. Jodi appeared at the top of the stairs stopping him in his tracks. His jaw dropped open. “You got a new bikini?” he stated the obvious.

“I wanted one that fit.”

“I’m not sure that one’s much better.” His eyes swept down her voluptuous body. It did fit better, but even though it covered more of her body then the other bikini, it made her look sluttier. Her new bikini was a solid red string bikini. The panty tied high on the hips and the front was cut low, nearly to the tops of her pubes. The top cups caressed her tits along the outside displaying a lot of breast flesh between her bosom. The red strap connecting the cups ran under her breasts. Her ever-prominent nipples were trying their best to poke through the top.

Mike’s watch dinged. “It’s seven,” he said.

Jodi descended the stairs. She stared at the door. “Maybe he’s not…”

DING DONG!

They both jumped a little. They turned and glanced at each other before turning back to stare at the door.

DING DONG!

Jodi’s shoulders fell in defeat as she began strolling towards the front door. Mike’s eyes moved down to her ass. The new bikini wasn’t a thong, but the rear covering left little to the imagination. It more or less just covered her ass crack leaving her outer cheeks bare.

DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!

“Alright already,” she muttered, turning the knob and opening the door. Shawn’s massive form towered over her. She stared up at him trying not to tremble.

“Good evening, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Shawn,” she said.

“Well?”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Is this how you greet yo husband?” His brow furrowed as he glowered down at her.

“Welcome home, honey,” she said.

“Naw bitch. Like this.” Shawn’s huge arms enveloped her, grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. He pulled her into him. Jodi pushed off arching her back and looking up at him just as he brought his broad black lips down to her pink ones. He kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but all that did was cause their tongues to intertwine. His fingers dug into her lush buttocks pulling her tighter against him and lifting him to her tiptoes. His swelling cock pushed into her belly. “That’s how you greet yo man,” he grunted.

Jodi spun around wild-eyed. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples were still hard and pushing out her top, but now her areolae were also visible having puffed up off her breasts. Mike’s nervousness began to increase. Jodi couldn’t actually be turned on by the ugly brute, could she?

“You got yo bong, Mr. Hayes?”

“Please no,” groaned Jodi, not sure how she’d behave under the influence of the fuck weed though she also didn’t want to do anything with Shawn without it.

“Go get it,” ordered Shawn. He turned and walked through the sliding glass door to the hot tub. It was warm out and all Shawn had on was a white tank top, camouflage patterned shorts, and bare feet in men’s slides. He stepped out of the slides and pulled the tank top off over his head. Jodi’s eyes went straight to his muscular torso. “Here ya go,” said Shawn pulling a small bag of weed from a pocket and tossing it to Mike.

“This doesn’t add to our debt, does it?” asked Mike, suspiciously.

“No white boy,” said Shawn laughing. “It’s mostly for me. I ain’t neva gonna fuck again without it.”

“Not me?” asked Jodi in a small voice.

“If chu want some, Mrs. Hayes. If chu want some. Show me a good time this weekend and I might just let chu off the hook.” Her eyes lit up with hope at that. “Now why don’t you go get me a beer.

“Yes, Shawn,” she said, turning and leaving.

Mike felt the color drain from his face when Shawn bent down and slipped his shorts off. His cock was nearly sticking straight out, slightly bent down. Nude, the large black man turned and stepped down into the tub. Mike pulled his own shirt off. He wasn’t just conscious of how much smaller his prick was from Shawn, but by how inferior his physical body was with his skinny build, sunken chest, and slight paunch. He climbed into the tub with his suit on.

“Dis is nice, Mr. Hayes,” said Shawn taking the bong and filling the bowl with some of his weed. “Might get me one of these when my fuck weed business gets up and running.” He lit the weed and took a hit. “Though I’ll get me one of da big eight people tubs so I can party with a bunch of hot bitches.”

“Just don’t get her too stoned,” pleaded Mike.

“You think I need the weed to fuck yo wife again, Mr. Hayes? She wants dis bad.” Shawn lifted himself out of the hot tub so he could shake his plump black cock at Mike.

“No,” said Mike, turning his head away from the giant cock, but staring at it sideways.

“She hooked now, white boy,” said Shawn taking another hit.

“No, she’s not.”

Shawn laughed. “Betcha there’s a wet spot on her panty.”

“What?”

“I’m telling ya dat white pussy is leaking at the thought of getting some black dick in it again.”

“No way,” said Mike, with little conviction. He’d seen the way her nipples had puffed out after kissing Shawn.

“If there ain’t a wet spot on her bikini bottom, then I’ll leave and never come back.”

“What’s that about never coming back?” asked Jodi, returning to the deck with a beer.

“We’ll see, Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn. “Why don’t you stop and let me check chu out in dat new bikini?”

Jodi felt kind of humiliated and stood above her husband and former student while both their eyes roamed her body.

“Turn around,” ordered Shawn.

Jodi turned, glad she’d decided against another thong.

“Put that beer down.”

Jodi bent down and placed Shawn’s beer on the deck.

The black man chuckled. “That’s what I’m talkin about. Looks like I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Oh Jodi,” groaned Mike. The bottom of her swimsuit was noticeably darker and wet just beneath her pussy.

“What?” she asked, standing back up and turning around.

“I told your husband that I’d leave if there wasn’t a wet spot on yo pussy.”

Jodi’s cheeks turned as red as her hair. “I didn’t dry down there after my bath is all,” she stuttered out.

“She did just have a bath,” said Mike, not convinced.

“Stick yo finger in her then,” ordered Shawn. “That’s what I thought,” he added, when Mike didn’t move. “Gimme my beer and join us.”

Jodi squatted to get the beer so they couldn’t see her panty again. She handed the beer to Shawn as she stepped into the tub. He took a sip before setting the beer aside and adding some more pot to the bong. The weed already in the bowl had gone out. He lit it and inhaled. Jodi shuddered slightly when she saw the large black man’s eyes were already dilated. The large pupils made him look demonic. “I need some,” she said.

“You don’t need it, Mrs. Hayes. Your pussy’s literally weeping for my cock.”

Again, Jodi’s cheeks turned crimson. Mike flushed a little to.

“Just give me a hit?” she asked.

“You just want it so you has an excuse, Mrs. Hayes. If you didn’t want this…” Shawn leaned forward and stood. His thick foot long cock stuck straight out from his crotch. Mike winced, but couldn’t look away. Jodi’s eyes widened; her eyes glued to the giant black cock. “If you didn’t want this, then why’d you pimp yoself out for me?”

“Pimp myself?”

“The hair, makeup, and a new bikini, good choice on that.”

“You mean primp and I certainly didn’t primp myself for you. I pamper myself the end of every school year. Just let me have a hit. I need to be stoned if I’m going anywhere near that monster again.”

“Give the head a kiss and I’ll give you a hit.”

Jodi glowered at him, but she sat up and leaned forward, planting her lips on the tip of his cock, she gave it a quick kiss.

“Nah Bitch, not like dat. Like you kissed me at the door. Open yo mouth and use a little tongue.”

Jodi sat back up. This time she parted her lips and placed them on the tip of his cock. She spread them wider, her tongue licking around the end of his cock head. She pushed forward a little, her lips sliding along the bulbus head of Shawn’s huge cock until the large flair of his glans had slid under top lip. Her tongue twirling around his cock head. She moaned slightly. It was a lustful moan and both men heard it. Jodi’s head rocked and she began bobbing it along the tip of his cock, sucking a little more of his shaft in her mouth until Mike ruined it.

“I guess you don’t have to be stoned,” he said, angrily.

Jodi pulled back, his cock jerking up and bobbing as it sprang free of her mouth. She blushed again and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “Just give me a hit.”

Shawn sat back down, but several inches of his cock stuck out of the water. He had to light the bong again. “Suit yourself,” he said, passing it to her. Jodi snatched it out of his hand and took a big hit from the bong, closing her eyes as she held it in. “But you’re a whore for black cock, Mrs. Hayes, chu just ain’t admitting it yet.”

Some tears rolled down her cheeks when she opened her eyes again and exhaled. She had been aroused since waking up this morning and her horniness had only increased the closer it got to Shawn’s arrival. Her sex dream had only made it worse as did displaying her body in her new bikini for the two men. Showing off her body was starting to stir something within her. She’d even gotten a little horny from the attention Mike’s creepy golfing buddy Eddie had given her. Being horny was nothing compared to what the weed was doing to her. Now her pussy felt empty amd the need to have it filled was growing. She took another hit, holding the smoke in. She kept her eyes closed, feeling Shawn pull the bong away so that he could have another hit. She wasn’t a whore, but she hated that the black bastard was right. She wanted his cock again. She hadn’t gone an hour all week without thinking about one of their encounters last weekend. She wanted him inside her again and she wanted to cum like she had last week again.

Mike watched them passing the bong. Neither offered him a hit, nor did he ask for one. He was going to watch his wife fucking the black thug again, but the weed would have forced him to jerk off watching them. He’d rather have his usual noodle dick, but dammit the fuck weed had given him a rock-hard erection and some powerful orgasms. There was a part of him that wanted a few hits even if it jerking off to his wife acting like a slut for the black man.  He understood why Shawn had said he never planned on fucking again without it.

Jodi exhaled through her nose and started to slide down into the water after her third hit. “There she goes,” said Shawn. Mike leaped over to grab her shoulders and lift her up so that her head fell back on the deck. Her stoned smile spread across her face.

“I gave it to a couple other sluts this week and they didn’t go out like her,” said Shawn, staring at Jodi’s face as he finished of the bong. Her eyes were fluttering like she was in REM sleep. “Can’t wait for the seeds to sprout and secure my stash. I’ll experiment with it some more when I’ve got a decent supply, but I gotta raise some funds to get more greenhouses.”

“You’ll make a fortune off this stuff,” said Mike, staring at the black man. If Shawn Wright controlled all the fuck weed, he was going to be extremely wealthy.

“Gonna be rich, bitch,” said Shawn, a triumphant grin spread across his face. “Just need some funds.”

**********

As soon as she passed out, Jodi’s sexual history started passing before her eyes again only now her sexual history started the moment Shawn Wright stood up in her hot tub and she laid her eyes on the giant cock sticking out between his legs. Her pussy gave a wrench of yearning as she recalled taking it in her mouth for the first time making her officially a cock sucker. She liked it. She liked servicing his cock. His voluminous semen tasted amazing. Her need to be filled began growing again. She’d believed that Mike’s penis could satisfy the need, but she’d realized how wrong she was when the black teen had given her first taste of a real man’s cock inside her. Shawn’s cock fulfilled the need even as it made it worse. Now it was the only thing that could satisfy the burning desire in her pussy. The only thing that had quenched her desire had been when he flooded her with his seed giving her a few meager hours of release. She’d woken horny and empty again reaching over for Mike’s dick. It had been erect, so small and skinny, not what she needed. What she needed was in the guest room. Shawn had been sleeping nude on the covers. Like Mike, he too was erect, giant cock pointing North of his navel rising up off his stomach. She straddled it sliding her wet pussy along the shaft until her opening was over the head. She pushed down over it, then back taking his shaft back inside her. Shawn flipped the light on to watch her ride him. His mouth and fingers on her nipples increased the pleasure his cock was giving her. Again, his cum quenched the fire in her pussy and he put out the fire again a few hours later. In the morning, she’d awoken hungry, her belly growling as she glanced at his hard cock. She’d felt normal for a while, the guilt over what she’d done hitting her while taking her shower even as the emptiness in her pussy was growing again. Her vaginal muscles began clenching down around an imaginary cock trying to pull him inside her as she remembered the black brute ripping her blouse open before fucking her on the kitchen table. Her brain superimposed images from her dream with her memories of last week. He was cumming inside her fucking her in the kitchen and on her desk at work. Black cock filled her need. She loved black cock. She needed his black cock. Say my name, she heard him say. “SHAWN!”

Jodi jerked awake.

“What?” asked Shawn.

“Jodi, are you okay?” asked Mike, concerned.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her face flushed. “It’s too hot in here,” she complained, wiping the perspiration off her forehead with her hand. “What’s the temperature, Mike?”

“Normal,” he said.

“Maybe we should get out den?” said Shawn, standing.

Jodi’s eyes immediately fixated on his hard cock.

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 Jodi turned around facing him as soon as they reached their bed. She released his hand, her hands falling to pinch the strings on her thong panty and pull the knots loose. The front fell down revealing her red pubes before dropping to her feet. “Jesus, honey,” he groaned, his hands coming up to squeeze and caress her beautiful breasts. She moaned. He froze as his fingers ran through something stringy. He almost pulled his hands off her in distaste when he realized her tits were covered in Shawn’s stringy coagulated semen. She leaned up and kissed him on the nose, his eyes focusing on more stringy semen on her cheeks and a large piece on the bridge of her nose making it look like she had a crease between her eyes.

Jodi fell back on the bed and scrambled back. “Oh god,” groaned Mike, staring at her as she spread her legs open for him. Her hand came down spreading her pussy open, his conservative strait-laced wife now looked like a Penthouse or Hustler pinup. He’d never had this good a view of her body before.

“Hurry, Mike,” she said, her hips were already making little thrusts up like she was imagining him inside her.

Mike couldn’t get his bathing suit off fast enough. His rock-hard penis sprang up from being caught in his suit and he eagerly brought one knee up on the bed as soon as his suit fell to his feet. He was staring hungrily at his wife’s pussy, his aching dick needing this as much as she did. As he moved to kneel between her legs, a voice made him freeze.

“STOP!”

Jodi gasped as Shawn strolled into their bedroom, his hard black cock bobbing in front of him.

“What the hell,” growled Mike, angrily. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Shut up, white boy. This ain’t over till I say it is.” Shawn walked towards the bed. Both men noticed Jodi’s eyes were focused on his huge black cock. “Get on all fours, Mrs. Hayes. I want to see yo husband fuck you from behind.”

“She doesn’t like it that way,” said Mike, watching his wife roll over on her stomach and get on all fours, still staring at Shawn’s cock. He scooted back off the bed and stood on the edge as she backed towards him. Mike stared at her rear end realizing this was the first time he’d ever seen her asshole. It was a pretty little puckered rosebud, perfectly clean. His hard dick was pointing between her legs at her wet slit. He could see her distended clitoris, swollen like a miniature penis with arousal dripping off it, and below that her wispy red pubes were sticking out.

“If you can fuck her with that little white penis like she needs to be fucked, she’ll like it, white boy.” Shawn stared at Mike and Jodi. They stared back at him like they were waiting for his instructions. “Well, what are you waiting for? Put it in her.”

Jodi practiced yoga to stay in shape and always found this pose difficult. It was called the cow pose because when you arched your spine, it looked like a cow’s udders. Her problem with the pose was that in this position her pendulous breasts actually hung down like udders. Their weight wanting to pull her down to the top of the bed. It was bad enough in her workout clothes, but nude with her tits hanging freely she could really feel their weight. Also, they were so big, her distended nipples were scraping along the top of the bed sending more sexual stimuli to her pussy. “Hurry Mike, I need it.”

Mike needed it just as bad, but found having the black man watch them intimidating. He lined his dick up, for once his view allowed him to enter her without her needing to guide it in. Mike groaned as he sank his prick into her sopping wet pussy. Her pussy felt like a furnace in was so hot, the wet heat feeling incredible around his dick.

“Yessss,” she sighed, the emptiness finally getting satisfaction. Mike grabbed her hips and started pulling her back into his thrusts. He’d never felt so good inside her. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she rocked under the thrusts of his dick. Their upward sways pulled her forwards and Mike’s prick popped out of her a few times, but he quickly replaced it.

Jodi straightened her back and let the weight of her breasts carry her torso down to the bed, entering the extended puppy yoga pose. Her arms thrust out before her like a Muslim in prayer as she kneeled with her rear end thrust up. Jodi moaned with pleasure as this angle made Mike feel like he was penetrating her deeper, filling more of her empty void. “Yes, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me.” He grabbed her hips so he couldn’t pop out while increasing his thrusts. “Harder, honey.”

“You heard Mrs. Hayes,” grunted Shawn, “give it to her harder”.

Jodi raised her head and turned it sideways at the sound of the black teen’s voice. Shawn’s hard cock was dangling above her face. He grabbed the middle and bent it down so that the head was touching her nose.

Mike thrust his dick back and forth into his wife’s hot pussy. He couldn’t keep up this pace much longer and without the fuck weed, he’d have already shot his load.  Watching his wife nuzzle the head of the black man’s cock wasn’t helping either. Her lips were pursing to kiss the head, and sometime her tongue flickered out to lick the crown.

“You want it harder, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Shawn.

“Yes,” she hissed, “harder. I want it harder.”

“Can’t go any harder,” grunted Mike, sweat running down his forehead.

“You want it deeper, Mrs. Hayes?” Her lips followed Shawn’s cock head as he stepped back out of their reach.

“Deeper, I want it deeper,” she moaned. It was true she wanted more inside her, a lot more. “Deeper Mike,” she pleaded. She needed it harder and deeper to make her cum. She needed to cum.

“It’s all in, Jodi. Can’t give you anymore.” He was breathing heavily. “Gonna cum, babe.”

“No, not yet,” she begged. “More. I want more. Deeper. I need to cum.”

“Oh fuck,” moaned Mike, throwing back his head as the sperm welled up in his balls. “Gurk!” The strong hand grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him back and shoving him out of the way.

“Nooooo,” she pleaded, her pussy clenching down around Mike’s retreating penis. Her cry of desperation quickly turned into a, “Yesssssss,” as the opening to her pussy stretched open further than before. “That’s it Mike, you’re doin it to me baby,” she cried with pure joy as her pussy expanded out around the thrusting cock until her orgasm erupted from her womb soaking the new intruder as the thrust pushed it deeper then Mike’s penis had ever gone before. Strong manly hands pulled her back into the large thrusting cock. Her eyes watched confused as her naked husband stumbled past her, his penis jerking and spitting out little wads of semen as he tried to catch himself from falling.

Jodi’s pussy squeezed Shawn’s cock as it pulled back, but his next thrust had her cumming all over his cock again as it hit eight inches and she kept cumming at nine inches. The pleasure was overwhelming and though her mind tried to deny that her black former student was now fucking her, she couldn’t deny that Shawn’s big black cock was filling her needy pussy like her husband’s smaller penis never could. Shawn’s cock was both a blessing and a curse. Each time he thrust it inside her gave her the satisfaction she so desperately needed, but it was also reaching her deeper and stretching her out more, resizing her pussy so that there were even more areas inside her that needed to be filled. Jodi’s yearning emptiness felt even worse each time Shawn pulled his cock back, but when he slammed it forward, she felt more satisfied as it went deeper and deeper until she was having one long continuous orgasm. Just when she thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he angled his cock up and pushed the last few inches inside her, those final inches giving her the biggest orgasm of her life as she squirted her arousal out around the base of his cock.

“Jodi, what are you doing?” asked Mike.

Jodi looked at her husband, with a lazy smile on her face. Her orgasms had left her so shaky, she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. “Mmmm,” she just moaned at him.

Mike glanced at Shawn. The black man was still, holding her hips with his cock buried to the root inside Jodi’s pussy. “Honey, think about what you’re doing,” he tried to reason with her. Mike was well aware that Shawn had just made Jodi cum, but he wasn’t aware of exactly how satisfying it had been to her. “Another man’s inside you.”

“Mmmm,” she mumbled again. “So bbbiiiggg! So ggoooodd!”

“It’s one of your former students.” Mike lowered his voice adding, “and he’s black.”

Shawn chuckled. “That’s why it’s so big.”

“He’s not wearing a condom,” Mike added in a low voice. “You’re not protected. You need to stop this.”

“Oh god,” she groaned, slowly coming to her senses. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. Shawn Wright had been one of the students that had made her life miserable and question being a teacher. He was friends with the black bastard that she’d suspended for grabbing her ass. He was a thug drug dealer for Christ’s sake. And he had the biggest, blackest, most satisfying cock she’d ever experienced. “You’re right,” she groaned. “We need to stop. Please, Shawn, pull it…”

“What chu mean? Like this?” he asked.

Jodi gasped in horror as the giant cock slowly withdrew from her pussy. “Nooo,” she moaned. The void inside her, the feeling of emptiness that bordered on being painful, swiftly returned, but now worse than ever as Shawn’s big black cock had expanded her pussy and awakened new nerve endings. “Nooo, put it back in,” she begged.

“Make up yo mind, Mrs. Hayes,” he growled. “You want it in?”

“YYEESS!!” She screamed as he slammed it forward.

“Or you want it out?” He slowly withdrew his cock.

“IN IN,” she pleaded. “Put it back in.”

Mike looked down at the black man. He’d pulled most of his cock out, with just half the swollen head, spreading her pussy lips open. “Jodi, no.”

“Please, Mike. Just this once. I need it so bad.”

Shawn laughed. It looked like he was teasing her with the tip of his cock, working just the head around inside her, the swollen glans rubbing back and forth along her engorged clit. “At least make him wear a condom.”

“Not gonna wear no condom and I ain’t pullin out neither. I’m a gonna bust a nut deep in this married white pussy and seed it real good.”

“OOHH FFUUCKK!” she groaned, bucking her ass to get more of his cock inside her. “It’s safe Mike. I can’t have kids.”

“We don’t know that,” he lied. He’d had his sperm tested and was devastated that he was the infertile one. And much to Mike’s shame, he hadn’t had the guts to tell her.

“Screw it,” she hissed, giving her husband a downright hateful stare. “Fuck me, Shawn.”

“What do you want Mrs. Hayes?”

“I want you to fuck me, hard and deep.”

“With what, Mrs. Hayes?”

“With your big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock.” She turned her head away from her husband and buried it in the mattress in shame. “AAAHH!” she cried into her sheets as he went balls deep back in her pussy. “It’s so big. So big,” she mumbled.

Shawn fucked her hard slamming the entirety of his 12 inches inside her. He grunted. “Me and the boys called you teach TILF back in class, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Oh Oh Oh,” she groaned.

“We all voted you the teacher we’d most like to fuck and here I is fucking you.”

“Yes, fucking me,” she mumbled. “Fucking me so good.” At least she didn’t have to look at him, stare at his ugly black face. As soon as she’d had the thought, it was like Shawn had read her mind, pulling back until his cock sprang free of her pussy, her yearning to be filled returning.

“Roll over, slut,” he ordered.

Jodi was still shaky from the orgasms and took longer than she wanted to turn over. She had to scoot back on the bed as Shawn climbed on and kneeled between her legs. He cupped his strong arms under her knees and raised her ass off the mattress. His wet cock rose up between her thighs and over her pubic mound. Jodi found herself slowly thrusting her hips up trying to reach the head of his cock.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked.

Jodi sat up, reaching out for Shawn’s black cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and bent it back down to her pussy. He pushed it between her fingers and she whimpered as the huge head pushed its way back inside her, back where she wanted it, back where it belonged. She laid back down, closing her eyes and raising her hips into his thrusts.

“Look at me,” ordered Shawn. “I want you to see who’s fucking you.”

Jodi opened her eyes and stared at the well-built black torso between her thighs. She couldn’t help but be impressed by his musculature. His taut stomach tightened up each time he pulled back and each time he pushed deep, waves of satisfaction radiated out from her womb.

“Who’s fucking you, Mrs. Hayes?”

“You are.”

“Say my name.”

“You are, Shawn. You’re fucking me.”

“Do I fuck you better than Mr. Hayes?”

Jodi groaned, sparing a glance at her sullen husband, standing nude nearby staring sadly at their conjoined bodies. “You do, Shawn. You fuck me better than my husband.”

Shawn snorted when Mike gave a dejected groan of defeat. “What am I fucking you with?”

“Oh god, Shawn,” she moaned, humping his cock faster. Her hands were digging into the bedspread, gripping it tightly. “Big black cock. You’re fucking me with your big black cock.”

“What fucks you better than your husband?”

“Big black cock. Big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock Shawn. Oh Fuck! Cumming!”

Shawn grinned in triumph as she came hard all over his cock. He adjusted his arms under her knees and started pumping faster, his cock making a squishing sound each time he sank it in her.

A change swept through Jodi as she came down from the big orgasm. She stared in awe at the black youth that made her cum so hard. She’d never find him handsome, but suddenly the contrast between his dark black skin and her voluptuous pale white body turned erotic. He wasn’t handsome, but he was sexy in an animalistic way. She wished she could reach up and run her hands across his hard muscular chest. She’d been glad she hadn’t had to look at him, but now she was unable to take her eyes off him. It was so sexually stimulating, so hot , so sexy… “Oh fuck!” she squealed, cumming again.

Jodi collapsed; her orgasms were draining her. All she could do was stare at the sweaty muscular black man, letting out little, “Oomphs!” each time he pushed his cock in.

“Getting close, Mrs. Hayes,” he grunted. Sweat beaded his forehead and his broad flat nose was flaring making her think of a black bull. “Gonna bust a nut in that white pussy.” Shawn leaned down over her, bracing his hands on both sides of her chest. Her legs were now sticking straight up, practically on his shoulders. His hips were a blur as he was slamming his cock in and out of her as fast as he could go. “Here it cums. Gonna knock chu up, Mrs. Hayes.”

Shawn grunted, pulling back and holding his cock still for a second with only the head inside her. Then he slammed it balls deep, his bellow sounding like a bull’s, his semen erupting from his heavy balls and filling her fertile womb with his prolific black seed.

Jodi came back to life, her hips bucking up repeatedly into his cock as he filled her with his cum. Another orgasm centered in her womb rocked her body with waves of pleasure. He gave several hard thrusts coating the insides of her pussy with semen. Shawn pulled back, her pussy squeezing and contracting around his shaft to entice more sperm from his balls. His cock exited her pussy, flying up and shooting long strands of semen across her breasts and belly.

He lowered himself down, nearly bending her in half, long enough to mash his broad black lips against her pink ones. His tongue slid into her mouth as he kissed her and she kissed him back. “Thank you,” she whispered before he pushed himself back up and finally climbed off her.

Jodi laid still, panting heavily, staring at her ceiling. Her womb and pussy were so full of Shawn’s voluminous semen, she no longer felt empty inside. His cum was exactly what it took to satisfy her needs. She could barely move, but she still managed to raise her hands up to her body and rub his semen into her breasts and belly like it was skin lotion.

“You’re done. Now get out,” said Mike trying to stand up to the giant black man. Jodi glanced at her husband. He looked ridiculous with his skinny frame trying to stand up to the muscular black man towering over him. Mike’s penis had shrunk and was probably only three inches long now. Shawn’s cock was still swollen and a foot long, sticking straight out from his crotch and still dribbling semen.

Shawn looked over at Mike. “It’s late. Got a guest room?”

**********

Shawn had helped himself to a beer out of the fridge and made himself a ham sandwich while Mike got the guest bedroom ready. The black man sat at the dinner table, his huge cock hanging down over the chair. He never bothered to dress, but grabbed his clothes and the brick of weed off the deck, carrying them up to the spare bedroom, his heavy cock slapping back and forth from thigh to thigh.

“We have church in the morning, so be gone by the time we get up,” said Mike, leaving the room. Shawn didn’t answer him. He just laid down on top of the covers with his plump penis hanging over his thigh and his arms behind his head.

Mike locked his bedroom door just as Jodi was getting out of the shower. He knew the lock wouldn’t stop Shawn from breaking into the room, but it made Mike feel slightly safer. He half thought about dragging a dresser over to block the door. Jodi came into the room with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hair, she was humming happily. Jodi froze staring at the bed.

Mike glanced at the bedspread. It was bunched up where her body had laid with little raised areas where her hands had gripped the bedspread. The color was darker where her thighs had been, it was still wet as was the white semen pooled up in its center. She leaned over and pulled the cover off. “I’ll wash it tomorrow,” she told him sheepishly.

Jodi waited for him to turn the light off before she unwrapped her towel and climbed into bed next to him. She rolled over and was instantly asleep. Mike laid on his back staring at the ceiling images of his wife and Shawn running through his brain. He didn’t think he’d ever sleep, but must have dozed off after an hour, waking up again when he heard a noise. There was a click as Jodi unlocked the door, then she slowly pulled it open and crept out of the bedroom.

Mike laid back down. Maybe she was using the hall bathroom to poop and didn’t want to disturb him? Maybe, she was hungry and going downstairs for a snack. Maybe she wanted to fuck their black guest again? No, that wasn’t her, but then the fuck weed was still in their systems and last weekend it had lasted about 36 hours. He waited, staring at the door, giving her another ten minutes, but she didn’t return. He got out of bed and followed her out the door.

Mike heard the grunts and moans coming from Shawn’s room, the second he stepped into the hall. Shawn’s door was open and the light was on. Of course, it was, he’d want to see her body while he fucked her and she hadn’t made him turn it off. Jodi had waited for Mike to turn the light off before she’d dropped her towel, but Shawn got to fuck her with the lights on.

Mike crept up to the door and peeked in. The sight in front of him was very erotic. They were fucking on top the bed, Jodi riding his cock hard enough to make the bed creek. Her back was arched, thrusting her breasts out while the black teen squeezed her pale breast flesh moving his lips from nipple to nipple as he sucked her erect nubs between his lips. Watching them fuck was one of the sexiest things he’d ever witnessed. Their bodies were better than most porn stars he’d ever seen and they looked like they belonged together. The contrast between their skin tones was very sensual. Mike winced, feeling the tug as his hard penis strained out from his body once again.

Mike grimaced not wanting to jerk off while watching his wife, but the fuck weed enhanced orgasms were too good to pass up. He spit in his hand and started stroking his erect prick, trying to pretend the gorgeous woman riding the black cock wasn’t his wife.

“You remember giving me that D in yo class, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Shawn, bucking his hips so she bounced harder up and down his shaft.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned, Mike wasn’t sure if she was moaning in pleasure or answering his question.

“Now I’m giving you the D. Giving you the big D, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Yes, Shawn. Give it to me. Give me all of your big D. It’s making me cum. AAAAHHHH!!” Her back arched further as she creamed all over his cock. “Oh god, I love your cock so much,” she told him sitting in his lap as she came down from her orgasm. “Thank you,” she said, sincerely, leaning down and kissing her black lover. The gorgeous red hair hanging down covering their faces could only have belonged to Jodi and Mike couldn’t pretend it was any other woman but his wife. Yet, he couldn’t stop stroking his prick.

Jodi started bouncing in his lap again. “Work that white pussy,” ordered Shawn slapping her ass. Jodi groaned, rocking her hips forward and back as she rode his cock. “This is my pussy now, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Your pussy,” she whimpered.

“Say my name.”

“This is your pussy, Shawn. My pussy belongs to Shawn Wright.” Jodi started shaking as she bounced up and down. “Damn you, Shawn. Fuuuuck! Fuck your pussy.” She collapsed on top of him, another strong orgasm rocking her body.

Mike’s penis twitched. He cupped his hand over the head, catching his semen in his palm so he wouldn’t stain his carpet. He shot several strong spurts into his hand, holding his lips shut so that he didn’t groan out loud and alert his wife and her former student. The orgasm was so good he couldn’t regret watching his wife cheat on him. His semen filled his palm when normally it barely filled a teaspoon.

“Can’t move,” groaned Jodi, still collapsed on Shawn’s chest.

Shawn lifted her slightly and started pumping his cock in and out of her, bucking his hips as fast as he could.

“Ooomph! Ooomph! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Shawn. You fill my pussy up so good, baby. It loves your big black cock. Keep fucking me. Never stop fucking me.”

“Gonna bust a nut.”

“Give it to me, baby. Gimme your cum. My pussy wants your seed, baby.” Jodi sat up again, slamming her pussy down into Shawn’s thrusting cock.

“UUNNHH!” grunted Shawn loudly, bucking hard and nearly sending Jodi flying off his cock. Mike saw nearly all of Shawn’s foot long shaft appear with waves of white semen pouring down his shaft. It quickly disappeared as Jodi slowly sank back down into his lap, his huge balls filling her womb again and rocking her body with a final orgasm.

Mike crept back to his room and washed his cum off his hands in the bathroom. He slipped back under the cover, waiting for his wife to come back, but she didn’t return to their marital bed. A few hours later, he heard the moaning and squeaking start back up. His dick got hard again. This time he just masturbated in bed, still impressed with the amount of semen his balls were pumping out, but it paled to the volume Shawn’s balls produced.

Jodi hadn’t returned when he got up the next morning. He showered and dressed for his golf game. When he passed Shawn’s room, Jodi was laying between Shawn’s legs, hungrily sucking his cock. Mike felt his penis stir, but it didn’t harden. “Here it cums, slut. I want chu to swallow all my nut,” grunted Shawn, head raised as he watched her. Mike didn’t stop to watch, but kept going downstairs to make breakfast.

Not much later, Mike heard the thudding of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Shawn was dressed with his hood up making him look like a criminal. He sat the brick of weed on the table and pulled Jodi’s plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs over to him. “Hey, that’s my wife’s,” complained Mike, watching Shawn dig into them. The black man didn’t quit eating long enough to respond.

Jodi slowly made her way downstairs. She was dressed for church and looked tired. Her dress was one of her most conservative, a bland gray that covered her from neck to ankles. Small gray heeled shoes hid her feet. Throw a habit on her head and she could pass for a nun. It buttoned down the front, the material thick enough it hid her prominent nipples. Her breasts pushed the top out, but it was so shapeless, her front looked distended, making her look like she had a big belly. She walked up to the table just as Shawn pushed her plate of food away.

“Sorry, he ate your breakfast,” said Mike, glaring at the black youth.

Jodi smiled. “That’s okay, I’m pretty full,” she said, resting her hand on her stomach. She turned to look at Shawn and her smile widened, lighting up her face as she stared at him.

“Shit, I gotta go,” said Mike, checking his watch. He rose from the table, glanced at Shawn and then at his wife. “Are you okay if I leave?” he asked, not wanting to leave his wife alone with the black man.

“Sure, don’t keep your friends waiting,” she replied. “I need some water and I’ll be right behind you.”

Mike hesitated again. He didn’t want to leave his wife alone, but then he didn’t want Jodi leaving the black man alone in their house either. No telling what he’d steal. “You need a ride somewhere, Shawn?”

“Nah, I’m good, Mr. Hayes,” said Shawn.

“Fine, then I guess I’m off.”

“Have a good game, hon,” said Jodi, coming over and giving him a kiss on the lips. Mike tried not to look disgusted as he pictured those same lips wrapped around Shawn’s black cock just minutes ago. Their lips parted. He stared at her beautiful face. Her lovely green eyes sparkled back at him; their pupils still largely dilated. In the mirror earlier, his were slightly dilated, but almost normal. The fuck weed seemed to affect women longer or at least it stayed in Jodi’s system longer.

“Have a good day of worship,” he told her. “Say a few prayers for us,” he said, meaning it even though he didn’t believe in prayer. Mike looked at Shawn. The black man’s pupils were still big and round. “Don’t be here when I get back,” he told him more bravely than he felt.

Shawn just snorted, amused.

**********

Shawn stood up from the table, staring at Mrs. Hayes, unscrewing the cap on a bottle of water. A growing tent appearing under his pants. “What chu wearing, Mrs. Hayes?”

She lowered the bottle. “One of my outfits for church, Shawn.”

“But chu ain’t going to church today.”

Jodi looked at him confused. “I ain’t… I’m not?”

“I ain’t done with chu, Mrs. Hayes.” Shawn stood and pulled his hoody over his head.

Jodi’s pussy gave a little squirt of arousal the second her eyes gazed on his fit chest. “I… I.. I really need to repent, Shawn. I need…” Her gaze lowered, gulping as Shawn pushed his pants down and his twelve inch black cock sprang straight up. “Need to pray for Jesus’ forgiveness.” Jodi looked up fearfully as a nude Shawn Wright stepped up and towered over her. His hands coming up towards her throat!

“Look at this shit,” he growled, digging his fingers into her blouse. “This looks like something my grandmother would wear. She’d met Shawn’s grandmother at a parent teacher conference. The woman was stern and dressed in plain gray. She was stuck raising her good for nothing grandson because his dad hadn’t stuck around and his mom was a whore. She’d been a driving force in getting the special needs program shut down unleashing all the ill-behaved black teens back into regular classes. She hadn’t liked Jodi Hayes very much, accusing her of being a racist for forcing all the black teens into remedial classes where they’d never have a shot at a decent future.

Shawn yanked his hands apart, sending buttons flying around the kitchen. Her ruined top fell on each side of her bra covered torso. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, eyes sweeping down approvingly at her body, brows furrowing as he took in her plain heavy bra. He undid the hook between her breasts, sending the cups flying off to the sides like her tits had been straining to be free. “You got a body that belongs on the pole Mrs. Hayes, yet chu dress like a nun.” He lifted her onto the edge of the kitchen table, hands working to undo the long gray skirt. “No more, ya hear me?”

Jodi nodded, raising her hips to help him pull her skirt off. She’d never been man handled like this and her pussy had turned into Niagara Falls. Her areolae were raised off her heaving breasts as she approached peak arousal. She’d been satisfied the last time Shawn fucked her, but the empty feeling had started to return while sucking him off this morning, growing as she dressed for church, and now it was so strong, she was aching with need for him again. She stared down hungrily at his protruding cock.

“I want chu dressed sexy from now on. Show off dat bod a little. Why you hidin this shit?” He stared down at her plain white granny panties and shook his head. The hem rose up to her navel. They were shapeless and baggy, but the crotch was showing a rapidly growing wet mark.

To Jodi’s surprise, Shawn turned and walked away from her. He pulled a knife out of a block on the counter, examined it before putting it back and pulling out another. He turned back to her with the second knife in hand, a sharp slicing knife. Shawn walked back up between her legs and laid the knife flat on her upper thigh, running it up, the point slipping under her panty. Jodi trembled as the blade slid over her red pubic hair. She could see the knife’s outline raised up beneath her panty. He slid it over to her thigh and pushed up, the point rising above the hem. With a swift cutting motion, he twisted the knife up and cut through her panty. He could have pulled them off her at this point, but instead Shawn chose to pull the cut end tight and slice the knife through the other side of the panty. He dropped the knife.

“Look at that pretty little ginger kitty,” he said, running his fingers through her whisps of red pubic hair while his thumb worked its way up and down her wet slit, stoking the fires in her pussy. With his other hand he pulled her ruined panty out from under her. “You got any more of these, throw dem out,” he ordered. Jodi’s nod wasn’t enough for him. “Say my name!”

“Yes, Shawn.”

“Buy some slutty underwear for me. Show off this whooty.”

“Whooty?”

Shawn smacked his palm down of the side of her ass. “White booty. Buy some clothes to show off dat ass.”

“Yes, Shawn.”

“Good girl.” He leaned forward, his thumb pushing into her pussy while he kissed her. She kissed him back, moaning as his thumb felt good, but it only reminded her of how empty the rest of her pussy was. She slowly started humping it wanting more inside her. Shawn broke the kiss, moving his head down, his lips wrapped around her right nipple, he violently sucked the end of her tit into his mouth. Jodi gasped humping his thumb harder. Her wet nipple sprang free of his lips and she fell back on the table as he kissed her navel before squatting, his tongue replacing his thumb in her pussy.

Considering he was only nineteen, the black kid was a skilled pussy eater. It only took seconds for her to start moaning and humping his thrusting tongue. Her belly undulated down towards the thrusts of his skilled tongue each time he wiggled it deep inside her. She raised her head to look down her body, a ball of warmth growing in her womb as she saw him staring back up at her while chowing down on her pussy. They stared into each other’s eyes as the ball of warmth turned into a hot burning sun that suddenly went supernova, the orgasm rocking her body and making the table shake.

Shawn jerked his head back the moment his own seed touched his tongue. He watched the gooey mess pour from her pussy to drip on the kitchen floor, her orgasm having released it from being trapped in her womb. He felt his hard cock twitch. She was ready for a refill.

When Jodi recovered from her latest orgasm, Shawn’s beefy hands were wrapped around her ankles, holding her legs up and his cock head was pushing its way inside her. He worked it in and out a few times, probing deeper with each thrust. She was taking him easier each time they fucked, her pussy slowly adjusting to his big black cock. He grunted as he buried his cock balls deep inside her.

“Jesus, it’s so big,” she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. Ripples traveled down her normally taut stomach as her belly began undulating downwards towards the root of his cock. In a daze, Jodi raised her head and stared down her body at her rippling belly. A large bulbous lump bulged out her stomach well above her navel. As she stared, the bulge began traveling back down towards her crotch before reversing to push it’s way back deep. “Oh Jesus,” she groaned again, her head thumping back down on the table as Shawn picked up speed with his thrusts. Her hips raised into his thrusts. “Jesus. Jesus,” she mumbled again and again. “Oh Jeesss…FFUUCCKK!” Her hips leaped off the table into his thrusting cock as she came hard around the thick shaft.

Shawn laughed. “That’s it, Mrs. Hayes. My big black cock make you cum to Jesus more than yo church would.”

Jodi had to agree. The orgasms Shawn’s cock gave her were borderline rapturous. They exhausted her, but each time she came filled her with a joyful ecstasy that made her want to have even more. She did have more as Shawn fucked her hard and fast for a good fifteen minutes before he buried his cock deep, filling her womb with another large load of his hot seed. Her final orgasm left her with a feeling of euphoria as the heat from his semen spread throughout her pussy, warming her entire body. Again, his voluminous load was exactly what her body needed to fill the empty void inside it.

**********

“What’s amatta Mikey, that hot wife of yours keep ya up all weekend again?”

Mike rolled his eyes as his golfing buddies laughed at him. “Actually, she did,” he replied, truthfully. His friends all stared at him jealously wishing they were the ones getting to sleep with the stunning Jodi Hayes. If only they knew. “Sorry, guys. I’m not feeling it today,” said Mike. “I need to go home and get some sleep.”

“Or do ya prefer to put your balls into a different hole again?”

More laughs.

“Next week, guys.” Mike waved and threw his bag over his shoulder.

Truthfully, he hoped he could get some sleep when he got home, but he didn’t trust the black teen not to steal something from them. His mind filled with images of coming home to a ransacked and looted house, Jodi laying on the floor covered in semen. His foot pressed down harder on the gas, trying to get him home faster.

Mike parked the car and dropped off his clubs in the garage, taking the garage door into their kitchen. He froze, staring at their kitchen table. Their breakfast plates were askew and there was a pool of liquified semen on the edge of the table with some dripping down to an even larger pool on the floor. Jodi’s church attire was strewn about the floor. He scanned the room. Her panty was near the pool of semen. It had been destroyed. Her unhooked bra was hanging over one of the chairs. Small objects were scattered across the floor. He bent to pick one up. A button!

A scream came from the living room. Not one of fear, but one of pleasure.

They were at it again. The kitchen opened into the living room, but the living room was larger, their sitting area out of sight from where he was. Mike stood and walked into the other room. His stomach sank to see that she was still fucking the black teen, totally engrossed in what the big black cock was doing to her pussy.

Shawn was sitting in Mike’s recliner. Jodi was sitting on Shawn’s lap, reverse cowgirl, facing Mike, her hands pushing herself up and down the black man’s large pole. She was wearing a weird looking black bra that exposed patches of her pale breast flesh. On second glance, Mike realized that it was Shawn’s beefy hands squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were being squeezed between his fingers, bulging out like a squeezed balloon. She was bouncing so high, Mike could see nearly all the black man’s foot long cock each time she pushed up. Shawn’s cock was soaked with her arousal and orgasms.

“Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus,” she squealed, eyes closed.

“That’s it slut, cum to Jesus. Cum to Jesus.”

Jodi had raised herself so much, Mike though he could see the frenulum of Shawn’s penis. Liquid squirted out around her pussy lips before more fluid poured down Shawn’s shaft. With a moan of pure pleasure, Jodi slowly sank her body down Shawn’s cock until she was sitting in his lap. She seemed spent.

“Welcome home, white boy. How was your game?” asked Shawn.

Mike didn’t answer. Jodi lazily opened her eyes long enough to smile at her husband before closing them again. She was out of it so Shawn took over. He released her tits and moved his hands under them grabbing her by the ribs. The muscular black man easily started lifting her up and down his shaft, doing all the work to get himself off.

Again, Mike was struck by how erotic the sight was before his eyes. Their perfect bodies looked like they belonged in a porn. Jodi’s white body was normally flawless and was now except that Shawn’s handprints had left red marks on her pale breast flesh. If only it wasn’t Mike wife’s perfect figure riding the black man’s giant cock. Mike felt a pang at annoyance that they were also fucking in his chair. Only Mike sat there. It was his comfy chair, the man of the house’s chair.

“Ohhhh!” Jodi groaned, suddenly coming back to life. Her hands came back down to brace herself on the armchair. Her hips started bucking as Shawn raised her up and down his shaft. “Ooooo. Oh. Cumming. I’m cumming again.”

“Me too, slut,” growled Shawn. He slammed her down into his lap causing them both to cry out. Mike could make out the bulge of Shawn’s cock head under her stomach. It was throbbing, pumping her womb full of cum again.

“Noooo,” she pleaded as Shawn raised her up his shaft again, trying to slam herself back down on his cock. As a good ten inches of Shawn’s shaft appeared, Mike was sickened to see it covered in Shawn’s frothy white seed, more flowed out around her pussy lips, running down his shaft. Just as the flow of black sperm was about to reach his balls, Shawn slammed her back down in his lap. “YYEESSS!!” she screamed, either from having another orgasm or from the prolonging of the previous one. He pumped a couple more wads into her before raising her up his shaft again.

This time he went to far or at least Mike guessed he went to far because Shawn grunted, “DAMN!” when he raised her to high and his cock popped out. He slammed her back down, this time his cock free and between her thighs. The monster phallus was still spurting cum. Jets of his hot seed struck Jodi’s chin and breasts. She grabbed his shaft, jerking the rest of his cum out while pushing her crotch against the base. The huge black cock blasted stream after stream of white semen out as Jodi frantically jerked it off while humping it. The jets were powerful enough, she held her head down and caught several wads in her open mouth. Just the semen Mike had watched it ejaculate was more than Mike had ever ejaculated in his entire life and Shawn’s huge testicles had poured out even more into her womb. Those same testicles were hanging down over the footrest of Mike’s recliner, covered in semen and Jodi’s arousal, dripping sperm down the front of his chair and ruining his carpet.

Jodi dropped his cock and laid back on his chest, sighing in pleasure. Shawn’s black hands wrapped around her rubbing his fingers into the wads of sperm covering her front. He spread his semen all over her tits and belly, coating her front with his seed. She moaned sliding her body beneath his moving hands. His cock stuck out over the chair for a few minutes as huge and monstrous as Mike had ever seen it, but slowly it throbbed with his pulse and deflated until it fell down over his ball sack against the footrest of the recliner.

Mike stood starring trying to gather the fortitude to throw the black thug out of his house. He relaxed when Shawn decided to leave on his own. “Move that whooty, slut,” he grunted, slapping her thigh. She groaned, slowly and weakly rising. It wasn’t fast enough for the black man. “I said move that whooty.” He spanked her harder.

Jodi stood up and stumbled a few steps. Mike winced as he stared at the constant trickle of white fluid dribbling out between her legs and on their carpet. He stepped towards her and grabbed her arm, leading her into the kitchen where her leaking pussy would fall on the more easily cleaned linoleum. Shawn entered the kitchen. Jodi reached out and ran her hand over his hard chest, smiling at him, lovingly. He passed her and gathered his clothes up, pulling the hoody on first. He stepped into his pants, but kept it unbuttoned with his cock hanging out.

“Are we done here?” asked Mike.

“For now. I’ll be back next week for the rest of your payment.”

“Payment? You just fucked my wife!”

Shawn grabbed his brick of weed. “You still owe me for two joints. See this shit?” He held the weed up. “Until I get dese seeds planted, this is all the fuck weed there is. This bricks worth more than gold.”

“No! This is over or else.”

Shawn walked over to Mike using his height to intimidate the much shorter man. “Or else what?”

“Just or else.” Mike gulped.

Shawn actually turned away from him and walked away, but Mike couldn’t believe he’d intimidated a man that seemed like he couldn’t be intimidated. Shawn opened the front door and stood in it. “Tell ya what, white boy, lets have Mrs. Hayes decide whether I’m coming back or not. Come here, slut,” he ordered.

Jodi was still weak as she stumbled towards the door and stood looking up at Shawn.

“Kneel!” He ordered and she fell to her knees in front of him. Mike was grateful the huge black man was blocking the view of his naked wife from anyone walking or driving past on the street. Jodi reached out for his cock still dangling out of his pants. Shawn slapped her hand away. He grabbed the root of his cock and stepped closer. He smacked his floppy cock on her face. “Do you want my cock again, Mrs. Hayes.”

“God yes,” she moaned, turning her head up so that he could smack her again. It must have hurt for she winced each time it hit her.

“Say my name!”

“I want it again, Shawn,” she pleaded turning her face towards his cock as he slapped her, not away from it.

“Want what, slut?”

“Your big black cock. I want your black cock, Shawn. Please come back and fuck me again.”

Amazingly to Mike, Shawn’s cock had started stiffening up again as he slapped it against Jodi’s face. She licked her tongue up the underside until it reached the tip and she could wrap her lips around it. She sucked the tip as she looked up adoringly at him.

“Next time, slut. I gotta go get this shit planted.” Her lips followed his retreating cock as he pulled it back. Shawn placed the bag with his weed between her bicep and chest so that he could use both hands to shove his huge shaft back in his pants. “This shits amazing,” he grunted. “What’s yo number, slut?” He asked, pulling a phone out of his pocket.

“Jodi, no,” Mike tried to intervene, but she relayed her number to him. He dialed her and they heard her phone ringing inside her purse in the kitchen.

“I’ll call next week. Hey, the hot tub was fun. Let’s do that again.” He stepped outside leaving Jodi still kneeling in the doorway, naked and covered in his drying semen. He stopped and turned. “Hey, howsa about a little gratitude?”

“What?” asked Jodi.

“Aren’t ya gonna thank me?”

“Thanks for fucking me, Shawn.”

“What about you, white boy? Not gonna thank me for fucking yo wife?”

“Fuck you,” said Mike, not about to thank the black man. He grabbed Jodi’s arm and tried to pull her out of the doorway before any of their neighbors saw her.

Shawn chuckled and turned, walking down their driveway to the street. He turned left, following their fence where he must have stashed a car when he jumped the fence last night. Jodi resisted Mike’s tugs, only standing up and moving out of sight when Shawn had disappeared.