They Call me Mr. Wright

         Hello, my name is Marcus Wright, and I have been jokingly called 'Mr. Right' often, I have never found a woman to become Mrs. Wright, I have found plenty of married women who could be Mrs. Wright, but as I said, they are already married.
         I guess I should tell you some about myself. I am 6' even, 180 pounds, born and raised near Ottawa Canada and run a large business, a successful one, well successful enough for me. Oh yes, and I am black. Now, I know what you are thinking, 'Oh yes, another black man with a 12" dick', sorry that is unrealistic, or I am less than well endowed than other brothers. I am well enough equipped, reaching just under 9" when fully erect and my girth has been compared to a soda can. The ladies don't seem to mind anyway.
         I woke in the morning thinking 'My lord, I am going to turn 39 next week' and that was a little depressing, I mean I was almost 40 and still had no wife. Sure I had my share of girlfriends over the years, but no marriage, no wife. I had even had a few wives but they too were only temporary, until their husbands learned of it, or the guilt became too much. I took my morning coffee and went to sit on my veranda and consider life in general.
         As I sat there I noticed a woman walking along the road, I had seen her often, I estimates she was mid 40's and she was honestly well endowed. She was a regular walker here, I had seen her several times over the last weeks. One other thing I noted was her prominent nipples, I mean you could see them from 50 feet away. I thought to myself 'Man I would love to let those puppies free', and rose walking along my driveway. She approached and quite cheerfully said "Good Morning."
         "Good Morning", I replied noting her nipples were once more on full display. To get her to talk a little more I said "How are you today?"
         "Fine thanks," she said stopping, "Yourself?"
         Well I decided to take the chance to have her talk a little because frankly I enjoyed the chance to see those 38DD's up close. Besides, she was still walking and I didn't want her to leave. "Not too bad, it is my birthday next week. Hey, how about you come over and celebrate with me?" Way too forward I thought. Her expression changed a little and she smiled slightly, it was a pretty smile. "Um, are you married?" I had not seen a ring on her finger.
         "Yes, I am married" she replied.
         I thought quickly "Well, your husband can come for a drink too. How does that sound."
         "I'll talk to him, maybe we will." And she was off walking again with a little wave. I admired her rear as she walked away and wondered if she would, and what her husband would think.
         The next day I wandered along the road just after 7:30 in the morning and sure enough there she went, down her drive walking along the road heading away. I knew she would be at least a half hour because she was a regular passing my place just after 8. I wandered along the road until she turned the bend and was out of sight then I approached her house, sure enough there was her husband sitting drinking a coffee on the deck at the side of the house. I waved and he waved back, I walked up the drive and introduced myself. He introduced himself as Rick. He seemed slightly intrigued by my presence, but he was not put out and sat there. I looked him over, roughly 5'8", a bit overweight, white guy, 'probably a little dick' I thought to myself in a mean spirited way. I brought up the subject of my birthday and mentioned I had spoken to his wife yesterday.
         "Oh yes, Sarah mentioned that." He looked at me shrewdly, "I suppose you figured she was single and you would invite her, have a good night of sex and then let her go? I expect finding out she was married made you think twice, but you are confident that her vows will not matter and you can still have her, but you need to get an idea of the husband you are going to piss off to see if he is the sort of man who will come around and kill you for it."
         Now it was my turn to be put out, not because of his accusation or the implied threat, but because he nailed it right on the head. I did figure I could have her no matter what and needed to know what sort of guy I was going to make my enemy. I smiled, I smiled the smile of someone caught with no easy answer. "Well.... I guess that may be true, but I would rather not make enemies, particularly this close to home."
         He actually smiled and waved to a chair. "Have a seat, we can talk." I sat, slightly nervous, slightly intrigued. "Listen, I know Sarah, we have been together 30 years, she has looked at other men before but never strayed. I have complete confidence in her remaining faithful. On the other hand, her getting some attention from someone other than her husband will do her a world of good, she feels less than attractive even though she is beautiful, and attention from someone else will boost her self esteem. One strike against you is your race my friend, she has only expressed any interest in one or two black men before, you are close to what she did like in black men, she likes the blue eyes. Still I don't see you having an even remote chance."
         "You sound very confident in your relationship Rick."
         "Marcus, I am in my mid 50's, so is Sarah. Our birthdays are almost exactly 3 months apart. We have been together through good times and bad, and understand one another, we have great sex, have intimate times without sex, and enjoy each others company. We have similar interests and enjoy many of the same things. She has her gardens, I have my hobbies which include shooting sports. Straying is not a concern."
         "How about a friendly bet then? I bet she will sleep with me, and you bet she will not?" I reached out my hand to shake.
         "The stakes? I mean if I lose the bet you get to sleep with my wife but if I win, I gain nothing other than knowing I was right? No, that won't do. If she sleeps with you, you win, she does and you enjoy her for the evening. If she refuses you give me $ 1,000?"
Well that was pretty steep, and I was not That confident. "OK... but conditions need to be added. First, you can't have sex with her from right now."
         "Ok, that might prove difficult, but OK. My conditions, she cannot be drugged or unconscious, or passed out drunk, she has to be awake and alert. She also has to tell you to have sex with her. Lastly, I want pictures or video proof, not you claiming success without proof."
         "Alright, I can arrange that and I would never have sex with her without her consent anyway. Last bit, if I succeed, you are as guilty as she is, and I do not want you using this for a divorce." He nodded and we shook hands. He smiled confident he had my cash already.
         I rose and walked home arriving at my driveway just as Sarah came around the corner in front of my place. "Good Morning" she cheerfully exclaimed.
         I admired her body and though of what I would do with it and replied "Yes it is indeed." And I watched her walk the rest f the way home.
         A week later came my party, I had invited 15 people over, and Sarah and her husband Rick, I hoped they were indeed coming, I was confident Rick wanted to, he wanted my money. People started arriving and finally Sarah and Rick showed up. He handed me a bottle of Hennessy and said "Happy Birthday Marcus." I smiled and shook his hand and then gave Sarah a hug, a polite good to see you hug, nothing at all sexual. She seemed slightly nervous, but looked ravishing in her pretty dress and black nylons. I introduced them to a few guests and showed them the bar, Rick handed Sarah a Stella and took a rum and coke for himself and I left to mingle.
         I stopped by and spoke to them a few times through the next hour letting them relax and drink more, Sarah had a second beer and Rick his second Rum and Coke, then I swooped over and chatted thanking them for coming. I asked Sarah what other drinks she liked and she said she was not much of a drinker. Rick prodded her and she mentioned she liked Alabama Slammers, I had no idea what the hell that was but went to the bar and asked for one, the barman I had hired poured some gin, some southern comfort, amaretto and orange juice in a glass, gave it a stir and handed me two. I tried it, and it was not bad. I grabbed another Rum and Coke for Rick. I handed one Slammer to Sarah and gave Rick another rum and coke. We talked for a while and then I moved off mingling.
         Sarah leaned in and said something to Rick, he shock his head slightly and looked at me. I moved over and he said "Marcus this is a great party, but Sarah was just thinking about heading home. It is getting late and she is not much of a night owl."
         "You can't leave yet, as the man of the hour I claim the right to a dance." I said.
         Sarah smiled and shook her head "Marcus, I have not danced in years, Rick is not a dancer so we don't dance."
         I shook my head in mock sadness, "But I do dance dear lady, and I am asking, please join me." I took her hand and she tossed back the last of her drink and joined me on the floor. We danced a couple of fast numbers and then a slow song came on, OK I had arranged it with a signal to the DJ, before she could refuse I pulled her in close and we danced, I did my utmost to remain a gentleman, I did not grind against her and kept my hands respectful and we danced allowing our bodies to touch a little but in modest ways, I could feel her tension but she slowly relaxed as the song went on. The song ended and I kissed her hand and thanked her, then guided her to the bar where I handed her another drink. She was not drunk, but she was indeed feeling a little loose.
         Taking her back to her husband I left her there for a few songs while she nursed her drink. As she was getting near the end of the drink I knew she would be ready to slip out the door again and moved in dragging her back to the floor for another fast number, then on queue the song ended and a slow tune came on. I pulled her in close and smelled her scent, it was divine, I was growing aroused. We danced that song and another slow one came on and I pulled her a little closer. My erection was growing between us and I know she brushed against it a couple times. My hands moved down slightly and caressed her rear. The song ended and she was leaning in very close, our bodies were touching in many places they had not before.
         She was slightly flushed and colour had come to her cheeks, I mentioned it was warm and she agreed. I guided her out the back of the house to the deck where we stood in the night air, I moved close and placed my arm around her pulling her close, she leaned her head on my shoulder and we talked a little, my arm running softly up and down her back from her shoulder blade to the top of her rear. She turned toward me and I half turned and pulled her in, my mouth descending on hers. She gasped slightly and I pulled her closer knowing she could feel my erection. Her mouth remained closed and I caressed her rear probing her mouth with my tongue, finally her mouth opened and our tongues danced together. I admit I had a difficult time finding a panty line, there was something different to her undergarments, but I was unsure what. Her breathing became deeper and her body pressed closer.
         "No!" she gasped breaking away, "I am married, I can't."
         I pulled her closer again and whispered "It is OK, we can stop any time you wish. Rick is enjoying the music and the drinks. How about we just walk around and talk, can I give you a tour of my house?" She hesitated, but then agreed and we went back inside, I turned left instead of right and we slipped down the back steps to the lower floor. I guided her around the house showing my office, my entertainment room and up the stairs to the second floor. I admit I took advantage, frequently I would caress her arm, or back and leaned in and kissed her passionately a few times breaking away as she began to pull back. Yet each time the kissing went on a little longer, her breathing became just a little deeper and my hands roamed a little more intimately.
         The second floor has few rooms, two guest rooms, the main bathroom and the master bath and bedrooms. I saved the master bedroom for last and she gazed about the room her eyes settling on the king sized bed. "Now I expect you think I will allow you to ravish me on that bed?"
         I smiled and moved closer "Not if you do not want me to." She began to step away but I stopped her taking her hand. "Sarah, you must know the effect you have on me. You are wonderful, sexy and smart, your attitude and friendliness drew me to you from the start." I pulled her close, her hand on my chest and kissed her again. Her breathing grew deeper but before she could pull away I slid her hand down my torso until it was just above my belt. "just move you hand a little lower and you will know, you will feel what you do to me Sarah." I kissed her again gliding my hands down her back to her beautiful rear, her hand slipped just a little, but I felt it run over my jeans over my rigid shaft. Her mouth opened and a moan came from her lips. My hands rose to her shoulders and moved to the zipper of her dress, slowly sliding the zipper down. As I did this I said "Do you want to see it? See what you do to me?" She nodded, just a slight nod. She moved back and stepped from her dress while I undid my buckle and trousers. Allowing my trousers to fall to the floor I moved in closer to her, her hand returned to my shorts feeling the bulging penis inside, I kissed her again and her hand slid into my shorts wrapping around my shaft. She again gasped and stepped away slightly pulling my cock from its confines.
         She gazed at the purple black head and her hand slid slowly up and down the shaft, her cream coloured skin a sharp contrast to my dark cock. I let her gaze in wonder and stroke me for a short while I took in her amazing features. She wore a pretty bra and panty set and to my amazement a garter held up her stockings. She blushed and said "Rick has not paid me much attention this last while, I figured we would have a nice time here then go home and he could enjoy my outfit." Her hands moved to cover herself a little self consciously.
         "You look amazing" I replied and moved closer kissing her and caressing her rear through the thin panties.
         "I can't have sex with you Marcus, I am married." She panted as I caressed and kissed her. My hand caressing her moist panties rubbing her like a teenager. Her hand had found my rigid member again and she was stroking me her hand travelling the full length of my shaft. I admit, her touch was incredible, fluid was leaking from me in copious amounts and she used it to slick up the head as she brought me closer and closer to cumming in her hand. I stopped her finally before I came and pushed on her shoulders a little.
         She consented muttering "As Mr. Carter said, this is not sexual relations." She dropped to her knees and eye level with my cock leaned in. Her tongue darted out and licked my head tasting my precum. I reached out a hand and touched a remote on my dresser turning on the camera's I had installed for just tonight. I moaned as she took my head into her mouth and her tongue swirled around it. My god this woman could suck cock. I knew I wouldn't last and wanted to stop her before I came but she grabbed my rear and pulled me in as she sucked, with a grunt and a spasm I lost control flooding her mouth with my cum, she sucked and swallowed cleaning me off entirely. My knees were weak but I knew if she got up it was over.
         I gently pushed her back onto the bed. He kept her legs closed even though I could smell her sex, she was horny as hell. "No, I will not fuck you Marcus." She said calmly.
         "No my love, I will not force myself on you, but please allow me to return the favour." I dropped to my knees at the side of the bed and gently pulled on her legs spreading her slightly.
         I began kissing her thighs from the knees up towards her covered pussy. She resisted a bit, but didn't stop me, I continued to kiss running my mouth along her inner legs. As I approached my goal her legs parted slightly, I could see her panties were soaking, my fingers took hold of the panties at her hips as my mouth continued the assault. Slowly her hips rose and I peeled her soaked panties off exposing her perfect pussy, the hair was neatly trimmed and did nothing to conceal its swollen lips.
         I moved in kissing and sucking, my lips closing over her clit and giving it a nibble, then my tongue darted out and she gasped her legs opening wide. My tongue explored her beautiful pussy while my fingers worked around her moist opening. She shuddered slightly as a small orgasm shook her, I kissed and sucked her past that and continued to work, inserting my finger in her pussy while I sucked her clit. She reached out and pulled my face tight to her. Her hips started bucking and then suddenly she snapped her legs tight around my head and began to writhe shaking and convulsing as she came hard.
         My cock was rigid again from my attention to her pussy. I rose and allowed my cock to touch her pussy, she gasped, but didn't pull back or say no. The head of my cock rubbed her opening and her hips moved, perhaps trying to draw me in. I could feel her wetness on my head mixing with the lubricant virtually pouring from my cock.
         "What do you want Sarah?" I rubbed my head over her clit drawing a gasp and then let the head rest against her opening just giving a little pressure but not pushing the head in. She moaned.
         "Say it Sarah, for I will not do it if you do not ask." Again my cock pressed her opening, I doubt I could hold back her much longer, her pussy was puling my head in slowly, her hips working and pushing toward my cock. I could feel her juices covering my entire head now.
         "oh god, Fuck me Marcus." she moaned and I pushed forward, there was resistance and the head of my cock spread her open wider and wider finally forcing its way into her tight opening. She came almost as soon as I pushed my cock all the way in, her juices spraying from her convulsing pussy soaking my sheets and legs.
         I groaned as I sank my shaft fully into her married pussy. A small though of triumph crossed my mind, she had asked me to, I had won the bet, then instinct took over and I began to pump in and out, she writhed beneath me as waves of orgasm washed over her. It seemed she was riding a wave of orgasms, one crashing over her just as the last subsided.
         I pumped in and out until she began to regain control of her shuddering body, then she took command stopping me for just a moment to turn over saying "Doggy, please I love doggy."
         I enjoyed the view and entered her again from the rear, driving my entire length in. Her tits swung back and forth with my thrusts dragging her engorged nipples over the bed covers increasing her sensations. My balls swung forward and slapped her clit with each thrust bringing a gasp and moan from her lips. She pushed back as I pushed in and soon we had a solid rhythm going, I could feel my cum building and ran my hands over her beautiful rear. I slid a finger down and collected some of our combined juices and then pressed my finger to her anus, rubbing and pressing, she moaned loudly and bucked against me, she began to shake and her pussy clamped down on my cock. The sensation was amazing and I began to lose control. Rick and I had never talked about protection, or if I could cum in her so I started to pull out gasping "I'm gonna cum."
         "Inside!" She moaned "I want to feel you cum, DO IT!" and I lost control, my cock swelled and twitched dumping my second load of the night into this beautiful woman. Five, six times my cock spurted and finally began to deflate.
         My cock slid clear with a pop, cum trailed out after it. She lay there panting, with a huge smile on her face. We rested for a little while basking in the afterglow, but finally I rose and helped her put on her dress. Her panties I kept and guided her from the room to the master bath to clean up and make herself presentable. I took a thumb drive and made a copy of the video files from my laptop, I would enjoy watching those videos later myself.
         I finished as she came from the bathroom, "I seem to be missing my panties Marcus." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh? I don't seem to see them here, perhaps I will find them later and bring them to your house." I smoothly lied, figuring she knew I had them in my pocket.
         I guided her downstairs and eventually found Rick. He smiled, but I could see his knowledge of the loss of at least the bet in his eyes. I shook his hand and pressed the thumb drive into his palm thanking them for coming. I gave Sarah a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug saying that I hoped we all could spend more time together another time.
         They walked off into the night arm in arm and I returned to my other guests, fully sated. Over the next three months I got to know Rick and Sarah quite well. Sarah and I had sex several times, with Rick's participation a few times. They stayed with me at my cottage on the Ottawa River, Sarah spending a couple of weekends there alone with me, and we frequently partied together. Rick and Sarah stayed together, they loved each other very much and much to my disappointment she was unwilling to leave him, with me it was just sex they both explained.
         Eventually I moved on, selling my house and moving to Victoria with another company. I gifted my cottage to them in appreciation of the time we spent together. I am still looking for Mrs. Wright, so watch your wives and daughters.