Twenty-five-year-old black woman Patrice Simmonds and sixty-year-old white married man Colin Middleditch had recently started an affair and they loved being in each other's company sexually.
They were both doing well in business and both were very serious about their work but both were looking at ways of them getting together whenever possible. They already had a night in a hotel planned for the following Tuesday with Patrice travelling the near one hundred miles to join Colin in his room which was booked for him to use during two days of business meetings.
It was Saturday and Patrice was very busy at a wedding that the firm, run by her but owned by her mother, was doing the catering for. Patrice would be working almost non stop during the afternoon and evening although there would be a window of about an hour in the evening when she could take a break. Patrice thought of the perfect way to fill that hour if Colin was available and up for it.
She went to her car, parked at the site of the wedding, and phoned Colin's mobile.
"Patrice! how are you, you gorgeous woman?" said Colin, on seeing who was calling.
"I am good baby, but busy: can you talk for a moment?" said Patrice.
"Yes, I am home alone at the moment," replied Colin.
"Fuck! I wish I was with you but I will get a bit of free time later. I have an idea if you are up for it and can get away," said Patrice.
"Depends on what time: what do you have in mind?" said Colin who knew that his wife Ruth was out with lady friends for a time in the evening.
"I will have about an hour free at eight this evening: I was thinking of meeting for a quick fuck," said Patrice, excitedly.
"Ruth will be out by then so yes, I can meet you: at your house?" replied Colin, stroking his rapidly hardening cock through his trousers.
"No, the wedding is out of town so not time to go home and back: I was thinking of a quickie in the back of my car," said Patrice, with mounting excitement.
"What? In your car at the wedding?" asked Colin, who very much wanted this woman but did not want to risk getting caught having her.
"No, but there is Bonhams Wood just two miles from where I am: do you know it?" said Patrice.
"I know where it is but that is not one of those places where people go to watch other people have sex, is it?" said Colin, a bit nervously.
"Ha, dogging you mean? No, it is not used for that yet, I don't think," giggled Patrice.
"Are you wanting me to meet you there?" said Colin, still a bit dubious despite always wanting to fuck this woman.
"No, I will tell you where this wedding is and you leave your car here and we will go to the wood in my car," replied Patrice.
She told Colin of the location of the wedding and he agreed to be there just before eight. Patrice now had to get back to the wedding. "See you later baby: for a quick fuck," said Patrice but the way she said 'fuck' almost had Colin cumming in his underpants.
"Yes, see you later," said Colin, who was aware that his voice probably sounded a bit croaky.
Colin arrived a little before eight at the place where the wedding was being held and, seeing Patrice's car, parked near that. He was highly aroused but still had concerns about someone looking through the car window to see him and his lover fucking. The light had almost gone so it would be dark by the time they reached the woods a couple of miles away.
Colin looked up to see the vision of Patrice walking purposefully towards where their cars were. At Colin's daughter's wedding, only a short time ago, she was wearing a black trouser suit but today she was in a black skirt and jacket with a green blouse. As ever, she looked stunning in the well-lit car park.
Colin got out of his car with Patrice almost there, she unlocked her car. "Hello baby, I must be back here by nine so better get there," said Patrice, giving Colin a quick kiss on the lips before he got in the passenger side of her car.
"You sure this is going to be private?" asked Colin as Patrice set off to drive the short distance to the woods.
"Ha sugar, you are nervous aren't you? There might be others there fucking but I doubt if they will be interested in us," replied Patrice, her perfect white teeth flashing. But the 'others fucking' bit did little to reassure Colin.
As it happened, when Patrice arrived at the woods there was only one other car in sight and she parked well away from that. As they were very much on a time limit, Patrice parked up and indicated the urgency. "In the back baby, let's get at it," she said as she got out of her side of the car and Colin followed suit.
"Lift up," said Patrice, who was on her knees on the back seat and already undoing the seated Colin's trousers.
Colin raised his backside from the seat and Patrice pulled his trousers and underpants down below his knees."Mmm, you are ready for this aren't you?" said Patrice, giving Colin's already erect penis a couple of strokes.
"I am always ready for you," replied Colin before Patrice's lips were on his and they had their first proper kiss of the evening.
Patrice removed her jacket and Colin started undoing Patrice's blouse. Patrice then unzipped her skirt and struggled out of it, letting Colin become aware that she wore nothing underneath. "Took my knickers off in the ladies' before leaving the wedding," explained Patrice who then put her legs on either side of Colin and stroked Colin's penis against her wet cunt lips.
Colin finished undoing Patrice's blouse and then undid her bra, allowing her large tits to become free. "Let's fuck, baby," breathed Patrice, guiding Colin's cock into her and slowly impaling herself on it.
Patrice had her mouth wide open and her eyes shut as she took all of Colin's cock into her. "Oh baby, so big," she said before starting to move herself up and down its length.
Their mouths locked in a kiss and they swapped tongues as Patrice moved herself up and down Colin's erection. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, yes, yes," Patrice panted as her riding got faster.
Colin was momentarily distracted by another set of headlights as another car pulled in but they parked quite a distance away and all of his thoughts returned to the beautiful woman that was riding his penis. Colin licked at Patrice's nipples as her tits swang as she bounced.
Patrice was now slapping against Colin's thighs on her downward movements as she bounced harder and faster. "Baby, gonna cum, shit, oh fuck," Patrice shouted as she orgasmed. She kept bouncing and Colin hoped that he could hold his ejaculation until she came again but the stimulation that she was giving his cock made him doubt that he would be able to.
Colin was about to cum but the hard riding black woman shrieked to announce her second climax so Colin's penis happily spurted upwards into the woman's hot cunt.
"Oh fuck, fucking great," said Patrice, now stationery with Colin's softening cock still in her.
"It was wonderful, as always with you," confirmed Colin as the couple kissed lovingly.
"I had better get cleaned up a bit and get back: I have a load of napkins from the wedding," said Patrice, dismounting from Colin's lap.
"Don't want any cum on this car seat either," Patrice added, being careful where she put her arse or, more importantly, her very sticky cunt.
She cleaned herself with napkins and gave Colin napkins to clean his cock, pubic hairs and thighs.
"I wonder if they will know that I have been fucking when I get back to the wedding," laughed Patrice, lifting her arse to pull her knickers on, that she had retrieved from her handbag.
She pulled her bra back over her tits and did that up and then did up her blouse and put her skirt on. Colin, have just about cleaned himself up, pulled up his underpants and trousers. "You are an amazing girl, Patrice; do you know that?" said Colin.
"And you are an amazing man, baby: so looking forward to that night with you on Tuesday," replied Patrice, before putting her jacket on.
"I am looking forward to it too. Don't think I will be able to see you again until then because Ruth and I are at Helen's tomorrow evening and Monday is going to mean me working late because of Tuesday's meetings," said Colin, a bit sadly.
"A whole night together though, honey; let's look forward to that," said Patrice, giving Colin another long kiss in the back seat before getting out and getting in the front. Colin also moved to the front and as Patrice drove off, her headlights caught silhouettes in another car indicating that another couple was doing similar to what they had just done.
"Yeah, go for it baby," chuckled Patrice, referring to the female in the other car.
Patrice drove back to where the wedding reception was being held. "Oooh, I can still feel cum oozing out of my pussy: my knickers are going to be sticky all night now," she laughingly complained.
She and Colin had one more kiss in her car once she had parked back at the reception. "I think that I am falling in love with you, Mr Middleditch," she said, and she meant it.
"Oh Patrice, I miss you so much when I am not with you," answered Colin, who thought but did not say that his feelings for Patrice were much the same as hers for him.
"See you Tuesday night, honey: I will let you know when I get there," said Patrice, as she got out of the car to go back to the reception and Colin got out to reluctantly return home.
"Yes, see you then: you gorgeous, sexy creature," replied Colin as they split up.
Patrice got through the rest of the reception okay, despite her knickers seeming to disappear into her sticky cunt but she must have been looking noticeably happy. "You look pleased with yourself this evening," said Charlotte, her assistant.
"Do I? must be because this reception is going so well," replied Patrice.
"I thought it was more than that: thought that you looked like you had just had a good fucking or something," laughed Charlotte, who was obviously on good terms with her 'boss'.
"I wish," laughed Patrice, who hoped that she did not look guilty.
Colin went home and Ruth got there a bit later, they hardly spoke. They did not speak much now but Colin thought that it was from before he got involved with Patrice, although they probably talked less now.
Obviously, Ruth had no idea that her husband was in the early stages of having an affair although it was debatable whether she would be too bothered if she did know. Colin knew that he should feel guilty but he didn't, and he was not going to force himself to.
On Sunday, Ruth and Colin spent a lot of time at their recently married daughter Helen's house. They were civil enough with each other, almost friendly, but Colin had his mind on other things, more specifically, someone else.
There was what could have been an embarrassing situation during the evening when Helen asked a question. "What was the name of that West Indian girl in charge of the catering at the wedding?" asked Helen, out of the blue.
"I don't know, something beginning with P wasn't it? Paula maybe? Why do you ask?" replied Ruth, as Colin squirmed in his chair and hoped that his wife and daughter did not notice his discomfort.