The Price of Neglect (Part 4)

The Price of Neglect (Part 4)[ Another one for Megan! 🙂 ]For Cindy, sex with Willis (the black man that lived next door to her mothers house, where she was visiting) was totally unlike any sort of sex she’d ever had in her entire life—and that definitely, very definitely included the sex she had had with her husband. Compared to Willis, her husbands cock (or rather, ‘penis’, which was more indicative than the word ‘cock’)—well, there actually was no comparison between the two!But her husband had never been great in bed anyway, even if he had had a bigger cock; but a lot of men tended to be like that. She had friends who were married, and many (if not most) complained that their husbands seemed only interested in fucking them and then falling asleep (and it was a nearly universal complaint among these same women-friends of Cindy’s that the men in their lives had such teeny-tiny penis’! Why was that?!So, when Cindy first saw Willis’ big cock she stood there mesmerized by it. Plus, in stark contrast to her husbands, Willis’ cock was as black as she had ever seen before. It was an absolutely beautiful color; and in that moment, she’d wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted in her whole life.The first thing she’d done with it, was to kneel in front of Willis (which felt so incredibly exciting) and to suck on it. It’s big, mushroom head, slightly lighter in color than the rest of it’s deep dark chocolate coloring, was so tempting, so inviting. How could she have ever NOT wanted to suck on it, and to kiss it, and lick it, and generally savor this amazing apparition in front of her?As she lavished her attention on his cock, she thought of her husband, back in New York; and the thought of his tiny, pale white, and frustratingly limp penis, almost made her laugh at her amazingly good fortune to be where she was, and with who she was with!With her husband, sex was done with a feeling of ‘Let’s get this over with!’ This was because when they had fucked (which had not been in something like four years) he’d last, at most, about three or four minuets, and then he’d cum—and that was it. He’d roll off of her, mumble something about being tired, and turn over and güvenilir bahis fall asleep…leaving Cindy totally frustrated. So, sex with her husband was (for him, at least) just a form of masturbation; and her vagina was merely the instrument for doing so; and she’d feel used, rather than loved, or valued, or cherished, or even lusted after! With Willis, none of the above applied. With Willis, Cindy felt very much desired, and cherished, and valued. Willis quite literally lavished every bit of his sexual energies onto her—and even when he came (which, in contrast to her husband, were multiple times), she could actually FEEL his hot, thick, creamy sperm blasting into her vagina as it splashed up against her cervix! She’d never felt that with her husbands meager, watery loads.And Willis was incredibly vigorous in the way he fucked her; and in that way there was yet another thing that was so very different between he and her husband. Willis loved to fuck roughly, with hard-driving, deep thrusts of that huge cock of his, but Cindy absolutely loved that! As Willis fucked her so urgently, it was that very urgency that thrilled her the most; for it showed how much he desired her, lusted after her, and this made her feel like the sort of woman her husband had not seemed to care for or need. Her husbands thoughtless neglect of her had, somewhat ironically (and it made perfect sense at the same time) driven Cindy into Willis’ life, and into his bedroom; and his huge, black and beautiful cock DEEP inside of her equally long neglected pussy! Her husband would have been devastated to know she was fucking another man, but he would have been all the more shocked to know that, and despite his trenchant racism (or perhaps precisely because of his racism) she was fucking a black man! In that there was something sweetly, and fittingly karmic!Whether her husband would have liked the fact that his wife was fucking Willis, or not, it didn’t really matter; because now that she had experienced what that massive black cock of Willis’ could do, she had no intention of it being only a one-time-only thing. She would need more of it; a lot more.But Cindy did worry about how her daughter, türkçe bahis who was staying next door as well, might react to knowing that her own mother had been fucking the black guy next door. She might think of me, she worried, as a slut, and a whore. She didn’t want to hurt her daughter. As mother and daughter, they had always been close. They were amazingly open and honest with each other; something many mothers and daughters failed to be. Cindy had been careful so far (or so she had hoped) to be very ‘discrete’ about her relationship with Willis. He had been a good neighbor; occasionally checking in on her mother to see if he could help her with anything needed doing. Though the fact that he was black had not been welcome with some of her other family members (her husband being the most vocally against it), Willis had become someone she felt she could trust in certain matters. Now she and Willis’ sexual relationship had created a (possible) complicated conundrum. The thing that concerned her the most, was how to keep her mother, and her daughter, from knowing about this relationship. She understood that, eventually, it would have to be brought out into the open, at some point, but how to do that was the big question.Each night, after making sure her mother was settled in for the evening, and that her daughter was fine as well, Cindy would quietly leave the house, go next door to where Willis would be waiting for her at the side door, and then…then she would happily, even eagerly, give herself completely to Willis’ powerfully enthusiastic attention; and it felt like when she would swim in the ocean, and the warmth of the water, and the movement of the waves, would carry her weightless-feeling body in it’s all-embracing embrace! She had never felt like that at even the best of times with her husband; not even in the earliest days of their marriage. Willis was a completely different experience; a very, very different sort of man! Willis simmered with a deep, abiding manliness, that her husband had never possessed—and it was this potency, this energy, this VIRILITY, that Cindy had realized she’d craved for so very long!In the mornings, back in güvenilir bahis siteleri her mothers house, Cindy felt exuberant, ebullient! Her mother noticed this, as well as her daughter; but she felt so incredibly happy (the gloomy depression she had arrived there under was largely vanished), she couldn’t help but let her happiness show. When she sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen, and look over at Willis’ house, she always felt her happiness welling up like a geyser, from deep within, and her face would break out into a smile. It was the smile a woman will have when she’s been well and properly appreciated for being a woman—and that had been something she hadn’t felt in years, but thanks to Willis, she did feel appreciated, and more! She loved feeling lusted after. Was there anything better than that, she wondered. She couldn’t imagine what that would be, if there was!Sometimes, throughout the day, she could almost feel Willis’ cock inside of her pussy; the way it filled her vagina in a way she’d never known before. She absolutely LOVED that sensation. She loved the way Willis fucked her so vigorously, so roughly. She’d have to have it again, and again—whether it was Willis’, or someone else’s (and it would have to be a black man’s cock)!It had occurred to her, and early on, that she no longer wanted anything to do with white guys. This had surprised her at first, but each time she and Willis fucked, she knew, with increased certainty, that for her, there was nothing better than a nice, beautiful, and deeply, deeply ebony-black cock for her pussy. She was done with staying within the orbit of white men; and now she wanted nothing more than to plunge in head first into the world of sex with black men like Willis! Perhaps this preference came about for more reasons than the fact that Willis was so incredibly good at fucking. There was yet another driving factor, and that was her husbands shrill racist tirades, not to mention his political opinions based on his racism. There had been many yelling matches between them on those two points especially. So, she thought, perhaps all that strident racism of his has had the effect of inspiring me to give to Willis something that would drive my husband out of his mind? She found this thought exciting. So, who knows, she thought, perhaps Willis is benefiting from my husbands racist opinions? What an irony that would be! How fitting, as well!The End