The day of the date with the young woman arrived.

On the day of our date, we immediately went to shower together after meeting. Then, Melvin again had his penis inside my vagina, carried me out of the bathroom, and put me on the bed. However, this time, things were very different from the last time. Although we still hugged and kissed each other, Melvin rarely touched my vulva; and despite my efforts to stroke his hard penis, he didn't react much. This made me wonder if there was something wrong between us. After a while, after Melvin kissed me for a long time, he looked intently into my eyes and whispered, "Dee, my darling, could you put this 'love rod' in your mouth? I want you to suck my penis and semen."
The thing I had been terrified of since dating Melvin had finally happened. After marrying my husband, Gary had asked me to perform oral sex on him many times, but I only did so during the few weeks of my pregnancy when it wasn't suitable for sex. However, Gary had never ejaculated in my mouth; he always withdrew just before ejaculating, shooting his semen onto my breasts. Sometimes, I wanted to satisfy him and let him ejaculate in my mouth, but in the end, I couldn't suppress the nausea and refused. When I was pregnant with my second child, I also gave him oral sex when it wasn't appropriate for intercourse. Once, we were having so much fun that Gary forgot to pull his penis out before ejaculating, leaving my mouth and throat full of foul-smelling semen. I felt extremely nauseous and immediately started vomiting. After that, I never gave Gary oral sex again.
Looking at Melvin's longing and pleading eyes, I really wanted to satisfy him, but... In the end, I told him that if he lay on the bed and let me control the way, angle, and pressure of the oral sex, I would give him oral sex, but he couldn't ejaculate in my mouth. Melvin agreed to my terms, lying on his back on the bed, his huge, hard penis erect between his legs. I lay on top of him, carefully taking his large glans into my mouth and slowly sucking on it. Melvin seemed very excited; he kept praising me for doing so well and thanking me for all I had done for him. He told me he really wanted to thrust hard into my mouth, but considering my feelings, he decided against it.
I didn't say anything, just kept sucking his penis and trying to take as much of it as possible into my mouth. Soon, I felt he was about to ejaculate, so while continuing to suck and stroke, I said to him, "Just ejaculate in my mouth, it's okay."
Then, I tightly sucked on his glans with my lips, while one hand rapidly stroked his penis. A large amount of semen flowed into my mouth, then dripped down my chin and onto the sheets. After he finished, I got up and spat the semen in my mouth into a towel, then wiped the semen off his penis and pubic hair, and then lay down with him to rest.
That night, we had two more normal sexual encounters, and I experienced two very intense orgasms, and Melvin also ejaculated twice. Then, we lay in bed together, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, and discussed when our next date would be. I told him we should limit our dates to a maximum of twice a month, otherwise it might arouse my husband's suspicion and dissatisfaction, after all, I have a family and children to take care of.
Finally, Melvin and I agreed to date again in two weeks.
During the next date, because it was my ovulation period, I had to use a vaginal diaphragm. Using it immediately diminished the sensation of intercourse. Perhaps the sensation itself wasn't much different, but the worry and thought of potentially conceiving a Black baby without the diaphragm gave me greater stimulation and stronger pleasure—who knows!
Something else happened during the date that made me even more worried. Usually, when Melvin and I made love in my bedroom, we didn't close the door completely, and this date was no exception. Because my eldest son, Ryan, has asthma, I need to constantly monitor his breathing while he sleeps, so I can rush to his bedroom immediately if there's a problem. However, just as Melvin ejaculated into my vagina and I simultaneously reached a very intense orgasm, my younger son, Ian, pushed open the door and walked into my bedroom. I only saw the door open, but I didn't see Ian immediately.
"Mommy, I don't feel well,"
he said as he walked towards the bedroom.
It all happened so suddenly. I immediately tried to get up and escape Melvin's embrace, and he quickly rolled off me, trying to cover himself with the blanket. I grabbed a robe and hurriedly put it on, got out of bed, and took Ian into the bathroom. I washed his face and gave him some water. Melvin took the opportunity to quickly get up, get dressed, and quietly slipped into the kitchen. After settling my son in, I found him in the kitchen and saw him out the door. Our date ended abruptly.
The next morning, when I talked to Ian about the previous night, he didn't ask about Melvin. I don't know if he hadn't seen Melvin or mistook him for his father. Anyway, he never mentioned it again.
Later, during another date with Melvin, my husband finally discovered that I had been having sex with Melvin behind his back. That night, he felt a migraine while playing poker with his friends, so he went home early and saw Melvin's car at the door. Later, he told me that he sat in his car until Melvin drove away from my house before he went inside. Hearing this, I didn't argue with him, but I felt he was definitely lying. I suspected he must have sneaked in and spied on Melvin and me showering and making love in the bathroom.
Of course, he had the right to be angry, but he controlled his emotions and didn't do anything to harm me. We still slept in the same bed, but there was a significant distance between our bodies. Later, we discussed this issue at length. Gary told me that he had long suspected Melvin and I were having an affair, but he wasn't angry because we had sex, but because I hadn't told him beforehand.
I admitted to him that it was all my fault and that I would never do such a thing behind his back again, but I also told him that I couldn't give up my sexual relationship with Melvin because the thrill and excitement of this affair were just too great. Gary agreed to let me continue my relationship with Melvin, but he made a request that I found difficult to accept: he wanted to watch me and Melvin have sex. I firmly rejected this idea, as I felt it was impossible for me to comfortably have sex with my lover in front of my husband.
Gary felt that twice a month was not enough for Melvin and me. Before dating Melvin, Gary and I had sex about once a week. Actually, for me, I preferred some intimate gestures, such as hugging, kissing, watching TV together, or chatting, rather than necessarily having sex. After Melvin became my lover, Gary started having sex with me more often and was willing to spend more time being intimate with me. Gary knew I was a very easygoing person; he was willing to have sex with me whenever I felt like it, and I had never refused him.
After a thorough discussion between my husband and me, although Gary was still somewhat resentful about my seeing Melvin behind his back, he didn't stop me from continuing our relationship. This made my meetings with Melvin much more convenient. Several times, when Gary went out to play poker with his friends, Melvin would take me out to dinner and then back to my place to have sex. Although I still refused to have sex with my lover in front of Gary, I no longer shied away from being affectionate with Melvin in front of him, such as hugging or kissing. Sometimes, Melvin would rub my breasts or pat my buttocks in front of Gary, and Gary didn't show any displeasure; sometimes, he would even encourage Melvin verbally.
One Saturday night, Melvin took me out to dinner and then to a university to see a play, something Gary had never done before. After the performance, Melvin took me to his apartment. By then, his sister had moved out, but his mother still lived there. So, we tried to keep our voices down during sex, and Melvin didn't dare to shout when he ejaculated like he did at my house.
Ever since my husband found out about my secret dates with Melvin but wouldn't let him spy on me, he'd begged Melvin to take lots of nude photos of us having sex during our dates. So, after his first ejaculation, Melvin started taking pictures of me with his camera. While I didn't really care about the photos, I didn't want him to capture anything too explicit. At first, Melvin and I just took pictures of each other lying naked in bed, but later he started focusing on my vulva and even took some pictures of his penis inside me. The most disgusting photo was one where I was lying naked in bed, legs spread, hands behind my knees, exposing my vulva completely, with Melvin's semen flowing from my swollen vaginal opening. Honestly, I would never have agreed to take such lewd and degrading photos if it weren't for my husband.
That night, Melvin didn't let me leave his apartment until around 1 a.m., driving me home. Gary was very excited to see me return, eagerly asking if I had taken pictures of us making love, saying he desperately wanted to see the exciting scenes he had been longing for. I told him that Melvin had indeed taken many pictures of us making love, but they were all stored on Melvin's camera, and I could only show them to him after they were copied. Actually, although I said this, I secretly hoped that the camera would malfunction, so that Melvin wouldn't be able to see those lewd pictures or download them to his computer. My husband became excited when he heard this, and as always, he eagerly asked about every detail of our lovemaking.
I could only describe the scene of our date that night to him in detail, but although I wouldn't lie, I wouldn't tell him everything either.
A few days later, Melvin came to my house, bringing the developed pictures of our last time making love. Seeing myself naked and being wantonly violated by Melvin, I felt very embarrassed, but I also greatly admired Melvin's strong and beautiful naked body. My husband was even more excited when he saw the pictures. He praised the photos and told me to keep them safe.
Later, I overheard my husband telling his friends about my affair while playing poker, and I was furious. It happened about eight months after I started dating Melvin. One day, the wife of one of Gary's friends came over. She told me that a few days earlier, Gary and some friends had told her husband and other friends that I had a Black lover and we met and had sex almost every Wednesday.
I was speechless. Although I'd known this woman for several years, we weren't very close. She seemed incredibly curious about my situation, constantly asking me about the details and who my lover was. She also told me that she'd had a Black lover in college and really enjoyed having sex with him. Under her persistent questioning, I had to admit I did have a Black lover, but I didn't tell her anything more.
That evening, when my husband came home from work, I yelled at him, complaining that he shouldn't have told his friends about me. Gary didn't argue, just laughed and told me it wasn't a big deal; women having affairs is very common these days. "You know what? Almost every one of the men I play poker with has a wife who's cheating on me with other men, and not just one! My wife is different from theirs; my wife only sleeps with black men!"
he joked.
But for me, publicly revealing my sexual secrets was still not a good thing. I didn't want to tell any of my friends or acquaintances about my private life.
Later, I told Melvin what the woman had said, hoping he wouldn't tell his friends about our relationship. He assured me he would never do such a thing, but he also told me that he had told a few close friends that he had "slept with a married white slut and got her husband's permission," but he assured me he had never mentioned my husband's or my name. I believed him and understood that men like to brag about their affairs.
After nearly a year of having sex with Melvin, I almost broke off contact with him because of the children. One evening, Melvin came to my house for a date as usual. He played with my two sons for a while, as always, preparing to put them to bed so he could be affectionate with me. But to our surprise, just as he had the two boys in bed and was pulling me towards our bedroom, my eldest son, Ryan, suddenly said to him seriously, "Uncle Melvin, my little brother Ian wants to ask you a question."
Then, he chuckled mischievously, "But it's a little secret; he doesn't want Mom to hear."
Hearing this, I had no choice but to leave the children's bedroom and stand outside the door to eavesdrop.
Inside, both boys giggled loudly, and then I heard Ian say, "Are you going to sleep with my mom tonight?"
This was followed by even louder laughter from the children.
"So, do you want me to?"
Melvin asked.
"Yes!"
the two children said in unison.
Melvin hugged the two children again, a smug smile on his face.
“You heard that? Now I’m having sex with you with your whole family’s approval,”
Melvin said, laughing as he walked out of the children’s bedroom.
I glanced at him dismissively and told him that Ryan must have taught Ian to say that. As a three-year-old, he couldn’t possibly understand what “having sex” meant.
That night, Melvin uttered that terrible word for the first time—pregnant! I thought he was serious, so I was very worried. It was day 18 of my menstrual cycle, and I was supposed to be using a vaginal diaphragm, but I decided to take the risk. Melvin told me he really wanted to help my sons fulfill their wish for a little sister.
“I think if I get you pregnant, they’ll be so happy!”
Melvin said. “They’ve already given me permission to plant the seed in your womb, and it should be considered the whole family’s wish and expectation!”
So, Melvin and I had a heated discussion about “pregnancy.” Gary and I had discussed this issue in depth before, and we both felt we should have another child. If we could have a girl, our family would be complete with both a son and a daughter. Moreover, with our current income and financial situation, we could easily afford to have another child. Gary and I had planned to have another child after Ian started elementary school. Of course, our plan didn't involve Melvin and me having a child.
I didn't want to tell my husband Gary about Ian's suggestion to "do it," and why bother him with such a troublesome matter? I'd rather handle it alone. However, I did change the time of our dates a little; he used to come to my house at 8 pm, but now he came at 9 pm. Several times, Melvin hadn't left when Gary came home from playing poker, but most of the time he left before Gary got home.

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