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Coming Home Late Again, Sweetheart





By









Nancy Moist

© Nancy Moist 2018. All rights reserved.

Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious and the story depicts FICTITIOUS individuals 18 years of age or older.







My husband and I moved to Alabama for career reasons and decided to rent for a year before looking for a home to buy. We wanted to get thoroughly familiar with the area so that the house we intended to buy would appreciate in value instead of depreciating. Rod and I are both 24 years old and have been married four years. Our marriage has been good, but not great. We decided early on to postpone having children as we wanted to establish our careers before raising a family. This was one of our reasons for moving to Alabama. We both decided that it was about time for us to have children. We wanted a boy and girl, but would be happy with any combination. I planned to stop taking the pill five or six months after our move.

The neighbors in the apartment complex were wonderful. We had been reluctant to move into an apartment because we enjoy our privacy and quiet. Apartment complexes are usually noisy due to parties and domestic disputes. Our building proved to be quiet. All of our neighbors were older and more mature. We thought it was a great temporary place to live.

One of our neighbors was a Black man named Tyrone who lived in the unit next to ours. Tyrone had a good paying job and had been divorced for about 5 years. He was 30 years old and quiet. Tyrone was about six feet tall and was gave the impression of being even taller--dwarfing my petite 5'1.'

My husband Rod talked to Tyrone occasionally and they gradually became good friends. He did seem to give me the eye sometimes when Rod wasn't looking. This didn't bother me. I'm used to men checking me out. I didn't feel threatened because Tyrone was always so nice to Rod and me.

Although I was not a racial bigot, I never thought about having sex with a Black man. My life with Rod was satisfying although he was not as affectionate as when we were first married. He seemed to take me for granted. All in all everything seemed to be going well. Our sex life was good. I have a strong libido and am quite willing to have sex every day and twice on Sundays. If Rod didn't make love to me on any particular night, I'd find time to take matters into my own hand.

The more we got acquainted with Tyrone, the more I appreciated the way he talked with me and the way he looked at me when Rod wasn't looking. It always made me feel special. Whenever I caught him looking, he'd get a big sheepish grin on his face and then just turn away. I have a beautiful body--although my boobs are not humongous. Occasionally I wear tight T-shirts without a bra. When I am aroused my nipples protrude into tiny buttons visible on the front of the shirt. I found that this

happened fairly frequently when Tyrone sized me up. This was embarrassing, but I never said anything to Rod or Tyrone.

One day when I was home from work, I was in the washroom doing the laundry. This is a chore I hate, but it has to be done. I had the day off and thought I'd finish this task before Rod got home from work. Finished, I picked up the laundry basket and headed up the short flight of stairs back to our apartment. Tyrone was standing at the top of the stairs. When he saw me he grinned. I was glad to see him and said 'Hi' from the bottom of the stairs. Just as I was about to pass him, he put his big arm across the doorway and blocked the way. He looked at me in that funny way of his and told me that Rod was a lucky man to have a pretty woman to do his laundry.

He also said Rod must enjoy kissing me because I had the most kissable lips he had ever seen. I was taken back by his comment, but it made me feel good. He then dropped his arm and asked me if I'd like him to carry the basket for me. I just chuckled and told him that it was light and it was only a few steps to the apartment. He bade me farewell and I didn't see him again that day.

As I walked back to the apartment, I was thinking about what he had just said to me. For the first time, I wondered what it would be like to kiss his large African lips. Strangely enough I didn't find the idea repulsive and I think it may have been largely due to the fact that Tyrone was such a nice person and was such a nice friend for Rod and me. I think that was the first time that I ever thought of Tyrone as more than just a neighbor.

As the weeks passed our friendship grew with Tyrone. I might have been imagining it, but I thought his looks becoming more lustful. On more than one occasion I'd wondered what it would be like to make love to him, but I never revealed these fantasies to my husband let alone anyone else. One morning when I was all alone lying in bed, I imagined what it might be like to be in bed with Tyrone. I saw him kneeling between my legs spread wide guiding his cock into my innermost parts. I also visualized myself sitting on top of him, straddling his cock. Of course I was masturbating the whole time. It gave me one of the most intense orgasms that I'd ever experienced.

One day our friendship began to take a more physical turn. We had invited Tyrone over for dinner one evening, but the evening was cut short. Tyrone said he hated to eat and run, but he had to be going because he had an important meeting in the morning and didn't want to be tired. Rod went into one of the back rooms to get a magazine that he had borrowed from Tyrone and as he was gone I jumped up from the table to begin the wifely chore of doing the dishes. Tyrone walked up behind me and put his hand on my ass and gave it a tight squeeze. I noticed that his hand nearly covered one of my cheeks. When I looked at him, he squeezed it again and whispered thank you again for the great dinner. With that, he winked at me and turned and walked away.

It seemed that lately, Tyrone was always touching me. I didn't mind and felt that it was his way of bonding with a friend. It wasn't sexual except for the time we had him for dinner and he grabbed my ass, but it really didn't bother me. I didn't feel threatened by him, I guess because I liked him so much.

One day I was in the laundry room again and I turned to see Tyrone coming down the stairs with some laundry. He was laughing at me and said that we mustn't keep meeting in the laundry room like this. He finished washing his clothes and then he put the stuff in the dryer and just stood looking at the machine as it began tumbling.

I could tell that he was deep in thought or something. I walked over to where he was asked him if everything was all right. I told him that I forgot something back at the apartment and asked him if he'd mind keeping an eye on my things while I went back and got the item I forgot. Tyrone turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders and as I looked up into his eyes, he pulled me close to him and put his lips on mine.

I'd been wondering what it would be like to kiss this man, but that is about as far as the thought had gone until now. His lips were soft and warm. He felt so powerful as he held me and I could feel my resistance melt almost immediately. The kiss actually felt really good and just the thought of doing it in the laundry room, in a public place, made it doubly exciting. The kiss was not just a peck on the lips, but one that lingered.

I opened my lips and his tongue began to brush lightly against them. The soft sensuous feeling of his tongue sent shivers up my back. While kissing, he grabbed my ass again and pulled me close to him. I felt his cock pressing against my belly. It was the biggest cock I'd ever felt in my life--much bigger than my husband's; 10 inches and very thick.

The thought that went through my head was that I didn't know how any woman could take something this big inside her. It was by far bigger than I'd imagined in my wildest fantasies of Tyrone. And what worried me was not only the thickness but the rigidity. His cock was so hard, it reminded me of concrete.

As we broke the kiss, he told me that he had been wanting to do that for quite some time and that he could tell I had been thinking of him. He didn't ask me to do anything else and as I looked at the seriousness in his eyes, he turned and began to take the laundry from his dryer. I went back to the apartment and when I returned he was gone.

That evening as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think of the size of cock that Tyrone had. Rod was asleep, but I was not even close to being tired. My pussy was aching at the thought of this Black man's cock. All the times that he has touched me and the winks he has given me were all beginning to mean something to me now. I know he and Rod were good friends, but the relationship between and Tyrone and I was different. There seemed to be more of a sexual bond than just friendship. Although

nothing sexual had happened, I was wondering if it would, now that he put my hand on his cock. I couldn't start being unfaithful to my husband, especially now that we were planning on making our family, but the thought of having sex with Tyrone was now on my mind. Since I was off work again tomorrow, I'd talk to Tyrone. With the desire I now had, I decided that I'd make love with him just once and that'd be it. I couldn't do it with him more than that and I'd tell him so. I had to experience that big cock just once. With that, I fell asleep.

The next morning as I was preparing breakfast for Rod, I had some feelings of guilt for even entertaining the idea of making love to Tyrone, but the more I thought about it, the more the guilt was replaced with feelings of lust. By the time Rod left for work, I couldn't wait to see Tyrone. As soon as my clueless but loyal husband stepped out the door, I called Tyrone on the phone and asked him to come over to the house.

Approximately fifteen minutes later there was a soft knocking on the door. I was still in my robe and after apologizing to Tyrone I made some coffee. I told him that I'd been thinking about the previous day in the laundry room and our friendship. I told him that I could see the way things were going and I really wasn't disappointed.

With a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, I asked him if he'd like to make love to me. When he looked at me with a look of astonishment on his face, he said it would be the answer to his dreams. I told him that I have been thinking of it also, but we could only do it this one time. I didn't want it to happen ever again because Rod and I were planning on making a family and that I knew this was wrong.

When I got up to clear the table, Tyrone came towards me and turned me towards him. My back was against the counter top in the kitchen. I looked into his eyes and could again see the look I'd seen in the past. I now recognized it as lust as his lips lowered to meet mine again.

Tyrone was wearing shorts and as we kissed, I reached between our bodies and felt his stiff cock. Again I was amazed at how big the thing was and my pussy began to tingle just thinking that in a few moments we would be trying to get it inside my little blonde pussy. Tyrone reached between our bodies and pulled my robe open. I wasn't wearing anything underneath and his hand slipped down between my legs to the wet spot.

I bent my legs slightly as his large hand went between them. His middle finger immediately found my stiff little button and I almost came as he rubbed the sticky fluid from my pussy on my clit. His finger then slid into my depths. Because his hand was so large, it felt like it was as big as my husband's cock. If this man's finger was this big, how big was his cock going to be?

Tyrone fingered my cunt until I just about collapsed leaning against the counter top. He then lifted me up and sat me on the edge. My legs spread on either side of his

waist. He backed up momentarily and pulled his shorts down to his knees and the biggest cock I have ever seen popped out. The head was massive and I knew that it'd probably hurt, but I was willing to try. At this point you couldn't have stopped me.

His cock was dark black and looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man. I could see the end was glistening with precum as he guided it to my pussy lips. It was a good thing that my cunt was so wet because when he tried to enter me, he stretched my lips as far as they would go. I have never had anything in me as big as that. My clit was stretched tight against the top of his cock as he worked it in slowly. I think his cock must have squeezed to a smaller size because I felt incredibly stuffed.

For a second, I thought it was a futile attempt to fuck this man, and then I felt its length entering me. I felt the head of Tyrone's black cock push into me a little at a time. I didn't want to stop, I was crazed with lust at this time. His hips moved back and forth slowly and as his meat became sticky with my juice, it inched into me. Finally I felt his balls touching my ass and as I looked down between us, I could see his cock was deep inside of me. I thought I could see my tummy bulging slightly as I was impaled on his huge tube of meat. I told Tyrone not to cum inside of me because it was my fertile time and it would cause major problems with Rod if I had a Black baby.

He told me that he'd pull out in time so I could see him squirt his jizz. My hips worked back and forth and the feeling was incredible. Almost immediately my pussy began to convulse in an intense orgasm. When it tightened around his cock, he must have been overwhelmed by the feeling also. I could feel his cock begin to throb and the head swelled to a size that wouldn't let it out of me. When he pulled back, it wouldn't come out. My pussy had a death grip on his swollen black meat and wouldn't let him withdraw.



Although he attempted to pull it from me, it was futile. While apologizing for not being able to get his rod out of me, he began to shoot his sticky fluid deep inside of my tummy. I felt his cock expand each time the head spit its hot creamy load deep inside of me.

Knowing then that our sexual organs couldn't be separated, Tyrone held me tight against him until our orgasms subsided. It wasn't until minutes later that his cock began to get flaccid he was then able to withdraw his cum soaked cock from deep within my pussy. I told him he didn't need to apologize, but I would need to go into the bathroom and clean up. He kissed me again and got dressed and left.

As I got down from the counter top, a big gob of his white cum began to drain from my stretched pussy. I couldn't believe how much he had squirted into me. Tyrone must have as excited as I'd been to account for so much semen draining from my stretched lips.

My pussy felt like it would never be the same. I have never been stretched as much before. My labia were swollen and almost sore. He had scarcely pumped me with his swollen meat. He had just pushed it inside me and we were locked together like two mating animals. I took a nice long bath and cleaned up. While lying in the tub I began to play with my pussy while thinking of the fucking I had just gotten. Although I was very sensitive from what had happened, I had to make myself cum one more time.

Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck the rest of the month wondering if I was going to be pregnant with Tyrone's baby. I really couldn't talk to anyone about it, yet the thought of making love to a close friend of my husband's really excited me. I was on a rollercoaster of emotions until my period finally started. That was the day that I began thinking more of the experience than of the consequences.

During the month Tyrone kept up his relentless vigil of advances. I knew that I shouldn't have made love to him because I knew that he'd want to do it more than once, a thought that also appealed to me. The more I thought of the idea of having sex with Tyrone, the more excited I became. I thought of buying some condoms but I knew he wouldn't fit the normal size and I didn't want my husband to see these magnum sized condoms lying around the house.

The more I dwelled on the idea the sooner I came up with a solution to the problem. I convinced Rod that we should postpone having our family and that I should go back on birth control for a while longer. I finally got him to agree and by the end of the next month I was taking my pills regularly. Now I had to let Tyrone know in a subtle way that I couldn't get pregnant without coming out directly and telling him that I wanted his big Black cock between my legs again.

One evening while lying in bed, I was fantasizing of lying under Tyrone again and having him stretch my pussy with his monster cock. The longer I thought of the idea, the wetter my pussy became until the panties I was wearing were soaking. My little pussy felt like it was on fire.

While Rod slept next to me, I eased my hand down between my legs and into my panties. I clamped my hand tightly against my wet pussy and moved my fingers slowly across the tip of my swollen and sticky clit until my body convulsed into an intense orgasm. It's all I could do to keep from shaking the bed and screaming out and waking Rod. I was obsessed with the idea of fucking Tyrone again. I made up my mind that I would do it again as soon as possible.

By morning I felt terrible. I'd only gotten about two hours of sleep because I'd been thinking of Tyrone all night. I decided to call in sick at work to stay home. I knew that Tyrone stayed home during the mornings and secretly I was hoping that I'd see him. I was beginning to feel like a nervous wreck, I just had to have that Black cock inside of me.

When Rod left for work, I sat at the breakfast table and wondered when I should attempt to see Tyrone. Well I thought I'd do the standard housewife routine and dressed in my robe and my sexiest white lace panties, I grabbed a cup and headed down the corridor and knocked on Tyrone's door. When he came to the door he looked at me through half open eyes because I'd just woke him up. Tyrone only had a towel wrapped around his waist. I held the cup out and asked him if he had any sugar as I was completely out and I didn't like my morning coffee without it. He smiled and told me that he had some in the kitchen and to please come in. I looked around quickly to see if any of the neighbors had noticed me and then slipped through the door. Once inside I followed Tyrone into the kitchen.

I had an idea while he was getting out the sugar. When he turned to me I was gone. The only thing he saw was my bathrobe lying on the floor. I heard him walking down the hallway towards the bedroom where I was already lying under the covers in his bed when he came in. He set the cup of sugar down on the dresser next to my lacy white panties and smiled, letting the towel slide to the floor, revealing his massive tool just beginning to swell. Tyrone slid into bed next to me and I felt the heat of his body.

He put his hand on top of my head and lowered his head next to mine on the pillow and brushed his lips against mine. I was hot and couldn't wait much longer. I was a hungry woman and couldn't wait. I kissed him hard and began to pant as he slid his tongue deep into my mouth. I felt one of his hands grab my ass and pull me up tight against him. His cock already felt like an iron rod pressed tight between our bellies.

I immediately pulled my leg up and over his so that my private parts were open for his pleasure. I wanted him to take me right then, but he wanted it to last. He didn't even touch my pussy with his hands. We kissed and touched; he sucked on my breasts and made my nipples as stiff as marbles. I almost came without him touching me. I slipped my hand around his cock and began jacking him off. With this he threw the covers back. I pulled him on top of me and told him that I couldn't wait any longer, that I had to have his cock inside me.

I was very thankful my pussy gets extremely wet when I'm excited because Tyrone guided his cock to the entrance of my tight little pussy and slowly eased his weight down on top of me. I thought I was going to be split wide open. I had forgotten how big his gristly cock was. In two thrusts he had impaled me with his gorgeous rod.

We would have been locked together again, but because I was so wet he pulled back out and pushed it into me again. I pulled knees back against my chest to allow him the deepest possible penetration of my vagina. The more he pumped his cock in and out of me, the looser and more sensitive my pussy lips became. I told him I wanted him to squirt his load inside of me and I guess that is what he wanted to hear because at that very moment he withdrew all but the glans of his cock and I felt the hot jets of his nigger baby seed squirted inside me. Again and again the baby batter blasted from the slit at the end of his cock.


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