My husband and I sat in the living room of our apartment, watching the unrelenting newscasters on CNN debate and speculate about the ensuing presidential election results, much of which were still being counted. We had been watching for nearly two hours now, and so far, they were still tallying up the electoral college votes, whatever those meant.
The waiting was a real bitch. The CNN news chyron declared that Joe Biden was in the lead with 253 votes, while Donald 'dumb-ass' Trump had 214. Jeffery, my husband, was all for Trump; I was for Biden. We had mailed in our votes for our separate candidate weeks ago. I could never, for the like of me, grasp what my husband sees in Trump, but he's my husband, and I love him, as he does likewise. We have had our share of political arguments and had since decided to look at things equally, never mind all the crazy, racist crap ongoing in the country. That included the pandemic, too.
Jeffery and I had been sipping white wine and eating peanuts since we settled to watch the ensuing vote count. I was optimistic about the way things were looking up for Biden than Jeffery was for Trump. Though I was itching for the whole thing to be over and done with. For God's sake, the networks ought to have called in the votes by now—FUCK! Jeffery hadn't given up, though. He kept reassuring me that Trump was going to find a way to catch up.
"Mark my words, Sara," he said, "Trump is gonna win the remainder of the votes. Wait and see."
"How is he, genius?" I said mockingly. "He's still a long way from getting up to 270. Just give it up, honey. Biden and Kamala are gonna win this."
Jeffery shook his head obstinately. "Uh-Uh. It ain't over until it's over. We're still far from the finish line."
The truth was Jeffery had more in mind that was bugging him besides the downhill manner that the election was turning out for him. You see, we had made ourselves a bet a week ago that whoever's candidate that came out a loser gets to be sexually humiliated. We had made typical bets in the past, but this one was by far important. I agreed to the bet, and then we shook hands on it, and then I got on the phone and began making plans.
Was it my guess that Joe Biden would get to win the election? You can say that I had believable faith in the man, regardless of how old he was. Plus, Jeffery knows how much I fucking despise Trump and his ilk. The whole world fucking hates the guy, so I wasn't alone in that regard. Anyone besides Trump occupying the White House sounded good to me.
Four days have already passed, and now seated here beside my husband, watching the screen, I was getting angsty. I reckoned it was a similar feeling that many people beyond our apartment shared. Out in the street, everyone was waiting to hear the news.
There came a buzzing noise that was our doorbell. We both looked at each other as neither of us was expecting company. Since the start of the pandemic, we took care of staying indoors, only venturing outside when it was vital.
"I'll go see who it is?" Jeffery got up and left the room.
He wasn't gone for long, and when he returned, he wasn't alone. A black man in a stained coverall outfit stood behind him. His coverall bore the name of a plumbing company, and he carried a box of tools with him; he announced himself as a plumber.
"Honey, did you give a call that we've got problems?" Jeffery asked me.
"I did, hon," I said, dropping my glass and rising to my feet. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention it to you the day before, but the bedroom toilet has been leaking. Give me a minute."
The black man stood by the doorway, waiting. Jeffery returned to his chair.
"They still counting the votes?" The black man asked.
"Looks that way," Jeffery answered. "But it seems they're gonna by done today. Georgia and Nevada are almost in." He turned to the man. "Whom you are for? I'm guessing you're for Biden, right?"
The black man, whose name was Ali, shrugged, and said: "Don't care. Just another white face, is all."
Jeffery was stumped on how to respond to that and instead turned his attention back to the screen.
I came back and said to Ali: "Please, come with me." I looked at Jeffery: "You keep watching, honey, while I show him where to work. It's gonna take a while to sort out. And don't go finishing the wine without me, okay?"
"Don't worry, darl. Go help the man out," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
I indicated at Ali to follow me, and I led him down the corridor toward the bedroom.
"In here," I said to Ali, stepping aside for him to enter the room. I looked down the corridor, then shut the door and turned the key in the lock. I looked at Ali, grinning from ear to ear at the coup I had just pulled off. "Ahh, now where were we?"
Ali dropped his toolbox on the floor, then unbuttoned his coverall outfit to reveal his naked athletic figure. I did like him and relieved myself of my blouse and skirt until all I had were my lingerie that came with garters.
"I can't tell you how much I'd been looking forward to you coming," I said.
Ali kicked his coverall to the side, then came at me. He gripped me in his arms and kissed me. Our kiss was fierce and passionate. I locked my arms around him and lifted myself into his arms. Ali carried me toward the bed and laid me down.
"Let's hurry and get this over quickly," I muttered as I removed my panties from my legs. "I don't want him getting all excited to come see what we're doing."
"Sure," Ali replied. "Just don't make much noise."
He held my legs apart and lowered his face onto my pussy. His tongue wasted no time transporting me to a world far from my bedroom. A world devoid of pandemics, boring elections, civil unrests, or the state of the economy. All that I felt was bliss as I thrashed on the bed while my lover licked and slurped between my labia folds. When Ali was done, I indicated for him to come on the bed, and then it was my turn to repay the favor. I got busy sucking his cock even before he'd rested his head on a pillow. I was working steadily fast because the last thing I wanted was for Jeffery to get nosy. Nothing would have given me much pleasure than taking my time, especially when it comes to worshipping a black cock. Believe me, I could do that all day and be the happiest woman alive.
I stroked his cock when I was done, and ran my hand across my chin to get rid of accumulated spite. Ali retrieved his cock and went on stroking it while I unclasped my bra, letting my 36D pair of tits tumble out to breath. He adjusted himself as I edged forward to straddle him. His cock pressed against the back of my butt. I lifted myself for him to slid it into my cunt. The feel of his cock penetrating my pussy was like a long glass of water after a scorching day. It was the last deliberate vestige to me wanting to forget everything else that was important about the day. There was no thought of election, no thought of Jeffery, Biden . . . no fucking Trump, either. There was only sex and this moment of me about to have a strong black dick inside my cunt.
"Fuck me, Ali," I moaned as I leaned forward over my lover's face. I locked lips with him while I began jerking my hips and riding him steadily.
Ali's meaty pair of hands grasped my ass cheeks, and he widened his legs and began firing into me. It wasn't long before we were both pistoning against each other. My breathing matched the pace we were aiming for. I shut my eyes and tried my best not to gasp too loud. But that was hard, I tell you. When you've got a black dick fucking you, the last thing you ever want to do is to be quiet. Lots of times, I prefer screaming my head off. When I get into high gear, and the fucking becomes too good to ignore, all I do is scream and moan and curse aloud until I'm done.
I stopped for a moment and propped myself to sit on his pelvis, then I lifted and slammed my butt back down on him. We were making a little much noise by now, but I was too stubborn to quit. My mind was miles away, and at that moment I really didn't give a damn, I tell you. I was loving that black dick so much I didn't want to stop . . .
That was until a knock sounded on the door, followed my Jeffery's voice: "Sara? What's going on in there, darling?"
He tried the door handle but it didn't budge. For me, I was still riding Ali's cock to the sky. He, too, had decided not to hide anymore and was equally thrusting up at me. I couldn't help it when I let off a searing gasp. It was loud enough for Jeffery to hear; the cat was finally out of the bag.
"I'll be . . . I'll be there, honey," I gasped as I felt my orgasm reaching fever pitch. The room seemed to spin before my eyes. I could have spoken gibberish then, and I never would have known or cared.
Ali then got on top of me and went on fucking me. I held my legs high above his head, loving the way his cock hit my cunt harder and harder. It was the right way that I love to be fucked, and he knew it. This wasn't our first time together, but it was first time I'd had him over to our apartment while Jeffery was around. Usually, I went to him instead.
"Cum inside me," I announced to Ali. I gripped his arms and shoulders, and locked my legs behind his ankles so he knew I meant business. "Give me everything you've got, babe. Ohhh . . . Ohh . . . Fucking give it to meeeee!"
Ali squeezed his eyes shut.
His body tensed against mine.
Seconds later, I felt him let go inside me. It felt terrific, I tell you. So out of this world.
I waited until I felt better, then I left the bed and went to open the door. Jeffery stood there, his face was a mixture of sadness and anger. He looked past me and saw Ali lying on the bed, not appearing bothered that we had been caught.
"How long have you planned this?" Jeffery asked me in a stunned voice.
"Since we made our bet, darling," I said proudly. "I called Ali and asked if he could dig up any costume to come by. He opted on the plumber outfit. How's the results going?"
"Biden won," he muttered. "Nevada fell to him, and now he's got 290 electoral votes."
I smiled. That was the second-best news I'd had all day; the first being my lover lying in my bed.
"That's great," I said. "We should celebrate. But first, I've got a task for you." I invited Jeffery into the room and shut the door behind him. "You haven't forgotten your promise to me, have you? I need you to clean Ali's cum out of my pussy. Then when you're done, you're going to clean his cock, too."
"Sara, for fuck's sake," Jeffery whined. "Do I really have to do this?"
"Promises kept, darling," I wagged a finger. "Better get down on your knees and start eating me before I dry up."
I smirked as Jeffery knelt before me and put his lips to my cunt and began tasting the river of cum that was still gushing out of me. Ali sat by the bed, chuckling as he awaited his turn. Outside, the rest of the country had begun celebrating the start of a new presidency.