Excerpt from Blacked Wives: Stranded In The Hood:
Kellan felt Dean finally reaching his last few minutes of indulgence. His breathing, while hot and raspy in her ear, had long since sparked that inner core deep within her. True, she still enjoyed the sex with her husband of 5 years but with his work schedule and her ever-growing boredom with the lifestyle that his attorneys salary provided for them, she lay beneath him, ritualistically undulating her slim hips up and down for him, her eyes staring vacantly upward. He had grown into a predictive robotic slave to the glass ceiling to which she used as her focal point during their intimate moments.
“MMMMM yes Kell….that’s it….ooooooooooofuck baby, I’m going to cu..”I’m cumming..oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Dean humped in and out as he spasmed quickly inside her and as Kellan stroked his back with her fingertips, she felt her lips forming the same words that she had spoken before.
“I’m right there with you, darling…YESSSSSSS, I love you. Don’t stop…” she punctuated the phrase with half a dozen or so arcing thrusts that barely warmed her clit hood, and then shuddered against his now flaccid dick as he slithered out of her.
Smiling victoriously as he climbed out of the King size bed, Dean looked up and down at Kellan’s naked body, her breasts perfectly proportioned with their rose nipples encircled by the deeper pucker tan areola, wonderfully slim belly and curved hips that framed her downy blond closely shaved pussy. Her legs, athletically long and lithe, tanned, toned, slim ankles. “My Lord, Kellan! You are so beautiful. How did I get to be so lucky?”, Dean mused as he made his way to the master bath. Stepping into the oversized custom-designed 6 by 6 multi faucet shower stall, he didn’t hear her muttered reply. “My Daddy’s money and your business savvy.”
She continued the charade as she stepped into the shower stall with him, lathered her hands with his imported British soap that he adored so much and pumped his penis into another fury of remarkably fast spurges. “Don’t forget Darling,” she emphasized her strokes, “I’m heading out with the girls for the Wine Tasting Society Retro Night.” Kissing her full lips as he leaned against her, his cock tip frothed with cum and soap, he murmured. “I haven’t forgotten. I left you cash and the business card on the bedside table.” Kellan had to bite back the urge to swallow the feeling of just being referred to as a call-girl and instead, she “playfully” squeezed Dean’s ball sack, adding in an almost sadistic twist at his chauvinistic reproach.
Shuffling out of her grip, Dean stepped out of the shower, towel-dried rather quickly and strode into the walk-in closet to select his suit-du-jour. “Easy there, Tigress. I’ve got a full day planned anyway and Lord knows I can always catch up on some cases that have been on the back burners as well.” His fingers deftly plied the raw silk around his neck into a perfect double Windsor knot as he stepped back toward the shower to catch another quick kiss before. Kellan leaned out of the direct spray to let his lips brush hers and as he adjusted his necktie, she found herself wishing that she was the object of his fingers. He paid more attention to that than he did her. “Well, in any event, I don’t think we’ll be out that late. Just wanted to remind you.” she concluded. Dean barely made an indication of even hearing her words. “Have fun, be safe.”, he offered. Picking up his cell, keys and heavy hand-tooled leather trial bag, he left her in their penthouse, completely and totally alone.
Kellan sighed heavily, almost longingly as she stepped back into the spraying jets. Running her hands against her own skin now, she trembled with sincere delight, wasting no time in spreading her lips wide against one of the lower showerheads and adjusting the spray to it’s hardest pressure, she screamed in delicious rapture as she finally orgasmed, her clit throbbing under her touch, leaving Kellan in a deliciously horny and aroused state of mind. “Oh Dean,” she thought. “why can’t this be you?” Cumming again, she waited for her body waves to abate before claiming the entire bed for herself. “After all,” she reasoned, “I’ve got a few hours. May as well catch up on some of my own back burner cases myself.” Smiling wantonly, she reached for her 7-inch thumper and jammed her cunt full of it as her perfectly manicured fingernail tip chastised the delicate petal covering her engorged clit. “Yesssssssssss!” she moaned. Tonight, she knew, was going to be a nice change.
Laughing hilariously over the often-repeated tales of their misspent youth, Kellan’s best friends, Darcy, Shay, and Lao were the perfect pick-me-up that she needed. The wine tasting fleets were flowing alongside the light bar fare menu and even Kellan had to admit that the retro-themed karaoke was fun. The waitstaff diligently monitored the gathering of societal patrons while unobtrusively catering to the whims of some of the pretentious echelons who Kellan and her friends abhorred.
Peering over the rim of one sample glass, Kellan downed the Riesling, stood up and ushered her friends out onto the dance floor where they spent the next 20 or so minutes singing along with those brave enough to actually partake in the Karaoke.
The minutes turned into an hour, and then another and another. Before the friends realized it, it was already close to 12:30 and rather than waste time sharing the same driver, Lao suggested that she and Kellan grab one cab as they lived on the upper side while Darcy and Shay were the suburban gals proper. Everyone agreed and after helping Darcy and Shay into the one sedan, Kellan spotted another available service car in the designated cab parking only area outside the host hotel.
“DOUBLE L LUXURY RENTALS” was emblazoned on the rear of the sleek black S.U.V., it’s polished finish evident even in the moonlight, windows darkened with a slight tinted film and a thin gold pinstriping wrapped the entire body with a simple touch of elegance. Lao slid into the back seat while Kellan gave the driver the addresses; first stop would be Lao and then an additional 12 or so miles along the city river skyline to her place.
The driver smiled warmly and assured her that their ride home would be pleasant and as he calculated the route and addresses into the onboard mapping device, he introduced himself to the ladies as Luke. The first thing Kellan noticed was just a slight shadowing hint of an island-esque accent to some of his words, his skin, smooth and oiled ebony against a crisp white shirt and soft, warm but large hands as he offered her one to step up the running board into the back seat to join Lao, who had, in the meantime, settled back comfortably against the butter-soft
leather upholstery. “Well then, Luke,” Kellan spoke up with a tiny edge of controlled drunkenness, let’s get started, shall we?” Luke sauntered casually around the back end of the S.U.V and removed the magnetic fake advertisement rental vehicle logo and slid it under the driver’s seat, grinning like a fox when he realized that his actions went unnoticed. “Oh, we shall get started indeed, Ms.” he replied. Fingering the auto-start ignition button, he adjusted his mirrors, flicked on the indicator light and merged out into the night traffic.
The turn onto Lao’s exit ramp was traffic-free and Luke parked directly in front of her complex, smoothly opened her door and walked her to the doorman, who tipped a hat and accompanied Lao to an elevator. Luke returned to the SUV and once more, edged off into traffic toward his next destination. Kellan felt herself being lulled into a meditative state of half-sleep after the events of her day, the wine and the nightcap with Lao along with the smooth ride of the SUV and Luke’s occasional deep quiet voice asking generic questions, making small talk.
She fully awoke when the car came to a complete, silent stop. Blinking with a tiny yawn, she reached for her bag to get out her keys and a generous cash tip for Luke, she tried the door handle. It wouldn’t open. She looked toward Luke who hadn’t budged an inch out of his seat and she then noticed that they weren’t in front of her address either. She began to nervously stammer as her heart raced into sheer panic mode. “Ummm, Luke..where the hell are we? What’s going on?”
“What’s going on,” Luke mimicked “is you…onto my cock!” he snarled and made his move then, kneeling up and over into the back seat, sprawling across her chest with his pants unzipped and his dick, uncut and meaty shoved against her abdomen. She looked down and gasped at the size of it. Not even fully erect, she doubted she could even get a one-handed grip on it. She opened her mouth wider and began to scream but Luke was quicker, covering her lips with his hand, pressing her entire body into the back seat.
