I couldn't eat at the restaurant, suddenly my appetite had vanished. I didn't want food in my mouth, I wanted Phillip's monster cock!
I ordered a chicken salad but only pecked at it. My mind was preoccupied with illicit thoughts about this incredible black man sitting next to me.
The angel on my right shoulder kept telling me to eat and forget what was happening between us but, the devil on my left shoulder was stronger and in control of my mind more than I expected.
Kevin tucked into a nice pork chop while Phillip had a massive steak. I commented on how big Phillip's steak was. He didn't help my fight between the devil and angel when he said, "I need to build up my strength, I'm hoping I will need a lot of stamina tonight!"
I blushed with embarrassment!
The whole time that we were at the restaurant, I could feel Phillip's eyes on me. Every time that I looked at him, he gave me that magical smile; that smile that melts me. His big eyes and that amazing smile would brighten up any dark lit room.
Phillip was sitting to my right, my husband was opposite me. Phillip would keep rubbing his leg against mine, which kept me very wet indeed. It was when he took my hand and kissed it in front of my husband and said, "I cannot wait until later to kiss you all over," that gave me a wonderful sensation in my thong.
I had finished three glasses of wine by the time that Phillip paid the check. Kevin had consumed two glasses. I knew that the wine and bourbon will soon have him sleeping!
Thankfully, it was time to leave the restaurant! I stood up and reached for my lightweight jacket. Phillip already had it in his hand, he proceeded to put it around my shoulders. His hands came around my front, they gently squeezed my boobs as he wrapped my jacket around me. My husband smiled before moving in and giving me a tiny peck on my lips.
My life took yet another turn when Phillip took hold of my hand and we walked out of the restaurant. As soon as we got outside, he pulled me to him and gave me a big, wet, sloppy kiss; right in front of my husband.
"You don't mind if we hold hands while we walk, do you, Kevin?" Phillip asked my generous husband.
"I told you both already, I don't mind what you do," was my husband's quick reply.
We started the two-block walk to the car, I walked hand in hand with Phillip. Every twenty yards or so, he would stop and kiss me. I'm sure this got my husband very excited, I know it did me!
We got to the car, I sat in the back with my husband; we kissed constantly during the thirty-minute drive home. As soon as we got home, Kevin poured himself a large glass of bourbon.
"Thank you for dinner," Kevin told our guest.
"Yes, thank you," I said as I sipped my wine.
"I think he deserves a nice kiss from you as well," Kevin quickly replied, "as a thank you for a nice dinner."
Phillip was sitting on the couch, I walked to him and leaned forward to kiss him. He ran his hands from the back of my knees, all the way up my dress to my thong-clad cheeks.
All of this was directly in front of my husband. We shared kiss after kiss after kiss.
When we did break from the kissing, Phillip shocked me by openly saying, "I can't wait to be naked with you tonight."
I looked at Kevin who was pouring himself another, large glass of bourbon. Phillip still had his hands up the back of my dress, he was still caressing my cheeks.
Kevin's speech was slightly slurred, "Should I not expect you in bed with me tonight then?"
I managed to get Phillip's hand off my ass, "Of course, I'll come up to you and our bed."
Phillip pulled me to his lap; I fell on top of him. His hands grabbed my boobs as he replied, "It may not be until the morning though."
My husband smiled, "Looks like you're going to get another massage tonight then?"
"At least!" Phillip teased.
I got comfortable on the couch with Phillip, I snuggled myself to lay on his chest. His left arm was around my neck and came over my shoulder. His left hand was playing with my left boob, his right hand was enjoying my right boob. My husband sat on the armchair opposite us. He consumed another full glass of bourbon as we talked.
My perfect life took yet another turn at this point.
Every five minutes or so, Phillip would release his grip on my right boob, he'd run it down over my tummy, across my pubic area, and down to the edge of my dress. Every time he did that, he pulled my dress up a little. It took him about twenty minutes before the crotch of my thong was on display. Phillip adjusted our position slightly to enable him better access to my groin area. He amazed me at his brazenness, he openly let his hand rest on the front of my now very wet thong.
I let out a soft sigh as his finger started to rub the front of my thong. Instinctively, I opened my legs slightly. Phillip's finger was now gently rubbing the area in between my legs, all this was done in front of my now, drowsy husband.
Phillip whispered, "Take your dress off."
My heart was racing, the excitement was more than I could bear. My nipples were now hurting, being trapped in my bra. Phillip's finger had certainly found the right spot, I'm not sure if he realized it or not, but his finger was directly on my clitoris. He was teasing it beautifully, almost like he was masturbating me. He was in a roundabout way, and I was loving every second of it. I'm not sure what was more exciting to me, his amazing big black hand rubbing my thong or the fact that it was happening in front of my husband?
He whispered again, "Take your dress off."
"I can't, not with my husband sitting opposite us."
"Take it off," Phillip whispered again.
I desperately wanted to take my dress off for him, heck, I wanted to sit there naked for him.
I made an excuse to run to the bathroom, I stood up and pulled my dress back down, and walked to my husband; I kissed him on my way to the bathroom. I was flooding! My thong was soaked, I climaxed as I peed! I tried my best to compose myself but, my lust and excitement were to the level that I had never known before. I can't recall ever wanting something or somebody like I did at that moment. Every nerve in my body was working overtime, I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted it all, I needed it all; I kept trying to tell myself that I am happily married but, the devil on my shoulder was winning hands down.
I questioned myself, "Should you even be entertaining the idea of having full sex with him?" I guess the angel on the other shoulder wasn't going to give in without a fight!
"Could you live with yourself if you had intercourse with him?" I thought. "What if you did and enjoyed it so much, you'd want it again? How would that affect your amazing marriage, and how would Kevin feel, knowing you were unfaithful?"
I tried to work through these thoughts while I was in the bathroom but, the devil on my shoulder kept telling me to go and have fun. "Kevin has said that you can do anything," I thought, "he was happy that you sucked him off last night."
After spending almost fifteen minutes in the bathroom, I returned to the boys.
I went to go back to the position that I was in before going to the bathroom.
"You look uncomfortable in that tight dress," Phillip shook me with his words, "why don't you take it off?"
Stunned, I looked at my husband.
"Take it off, I don't care," Kevin's speech was slurred, "I'll probably be in bed soon anyway."
"See, now take it off and come here," Phillip grinned, "take it off and come sit how we were."
Although I wanted to take it off, heck; I wanted to be naked but, this would be the first time that I have been semi-naked with Phillip; in front of my husband.
Feelings of excitement and fear filled my body, I desperately wanted to take it off.
"Are you going to?" Kevin mumbled, "Phillip, help her take her dress off."
Phillip went to get off the couch to help me remove my dress.
"I can do it by myself!" I said sternly, it was apparent that my husband wanted me to cuddle with Phillip in just my thong and, bra. Phillip had moved to the edge of the couch, his smile showed his beautiful white teeth and his eyes were as big as ever. I faced Phillip and smiled. I nervously put my hand behind my back and pulled down the zipper on my dress. I slowly pulled it off of my shoulders, I tried to be as seductive and sexy as possible. When it got to my waist, I wriggled my ass like a stripper, I leaned forward and gave Phillip a small kiss, pushing my ass out to make it as hot as possible for my husband. I slowly eased it over my hips and let it fall to the floor; I stepped out of it and raised my arms high above my head.
"Bravo," Kevin mumbled, "you are so sexy."
I picked my dress up and threw it to my husband before getting comfy on the couch with our guest. My "Perfect life" took a huge turn at that moment.
His left arm came back over my shoulder and cupped my left boob. His right hand had once again found the front of my thong, my right leg was stretched out. My left leg was bent outwards, allowing a nice gap between my legs.
Within thirty seconds, he was again, running his finger in between my legs. His finger traced the entire area of my pussy, right in front of my husband. It paid particular attention to my clitoris area, I opened my legs a little more to give him better access.
I couldn't believe that this was happening in front of my husband, I couldn't believe that I was allowing my pussy to be fondled in full view of Kevin but I was.
I felt sure that my husband would go to bed soon and leave us but, he poured himself another full glass of bourbon. I let out a sigh when Phillip slid his left hand inside my bra. I looked at my husband who was smiling, he was enjoying this as well. Kevin wanted to chat, I had no idea what the topic of conversation was! All I could think of was the pleasure my black lover was giving to my body. Phillip's fingers were stroking my clitoris through my thong, his left hand was playing with my nipple in my bra; I was in sexual heaven. Phillip and Kevin continued chatting while I wallowed in the sexual bliss that I was enjoying. It seemed like an eternity but, in reality, it was probably only thirty minutes later that my husband stood up. I was certain that he was going to bed but, he informed us that he was going to the bathroom. He staggered as he tried to walk and I looked at the clock, it was almost a quarter to ten. As soon as Kevin was out of sight, Phillip and I shared the most amazing kiss ever! Our tongues tasted each other for ages, it had to rate as the most sensuous, erotic kiss that I have ever received.
His mouth tasted so sweet, his tongue felt so soft and it felt like it licked every inch of my mouth. It danced with my teeth. His lips, oh God; they felt amazing on mine. He can make me climax just by kissing alone, I love feeling his tongue in my mouth and he knows that.
His hand built up speed as he massaged my clitoris through my thong. Instinctively, I rubbed the huge lump in his pants; I tried desperately not to cum.
"Get naked," Phillip said as we broke from kiss number three.
"I can't, Kevin is still up."
"I don't care, get naked for me."
"I can't," I repeated, "I want my first time naked with you to be while we're alone. I don't want to feel embarrassed because my husband is watching."
"When he goes to bed then?" Phillip asked.
"Absolutely!"
We went back to our passionate kissing, somehow these kisses were even more electrifying! We were still kissing deeply when my husband returned from the bathroom.
Phillip was still massaging my pussy through my thong, although not as vigorously; he was still gently rubbing it. My husband looked at us and smiled before sitting back in his armchair. Phillip and I settled back into the position we were in earlier, this time though; he opened my legs a little more. I knew that my husband could see where Phillip's hand and fingers were and what they were doing.
I know that I should have stopped Phillip but I was way too excited to stop now. My husband didn't seem to mind, so I let him continue to gently masturbate me through my thong. At this point, I wouldn't have stopped him if he had opened my thong and put his finger inside.
I wanted him, I needed him and, I knew at that moment that I was going to have him.
I was praying that my husband would go to bed soon but, he kept talking, he kept filling his glass and talking! His words were so slurred that we couldn't understand him at times, his eyes were almost shut.