Of course...

"What's wrong?" Susan asked groggily.

"Oh, uh, they need me to come into work," you lie. "Some sort of emergency."

"Is everybody okay?"

"Yeah...its nothing major, they just need me," you say, then kiss her on the cheek. Into the phone you say: "I'm on my way."

You feel guilty as you get dressed, but you can't stop thinking about Darren and his big black cock. You want to feel him again in a way you've never wanted Susan. He might be blackmailing you, but you want it.

As quickly as possible you slip out and into your car. Darren text you and address and a room number, and you speed as you head across town.

In all the years you had been married, you never considered cheating on Susan until Bob. If someone had told you that one night you would find yourself driving to a hotel for a booty call, you would have pictured a chick with dark hair and a thick ass, not a black man with a huge cock. But here you were, driving wildly with a hardon.

After what seemed like an eternity later you turned into the parking lot of a hotel. It wasn't the type of seedy, rundown place you imagined booty calls and late night hook ups happening. It was more of a four star place that had an exercise room and room service.

You parked and rushed into the lobby where a middle aged woman with graying hair stood up to greet you.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Oh...uh...no...I'm here to meet a friend," you say and smile, feeling like what you are about to do is written all over your face.

"Have a good night," she says, watching you until you get on the elevator. You wondered what she would think if she knew that in justba few minutes you would be impaled on Darren's meat.

Finally you arrive at the room and nervously knock. You have butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

Then the door opens and there he is. Darren is holding a beer in his hand and he is completely naked. His big black cock swing between his legs, but you are surprised to find that the rest of him is almost as impressive. He has a rock jard six pack and bulging pecs. His body is completely hairless. He is the image of a chocolate skinned god.

"There's my little bitch," he said with a smile, motioning you into the room.