Howard did get off from work at his expected time except today he did not get into his car and drive straight for home. He had called April before leaving his office letting her know how well his presentation to the senior partners had gone. He mentioned that he had plenty of stuff to clear off his desk and stop by somewhere and have a drink and would not be home for another hour or so. April had not sounded surprised by his words. If anything Howard found himself annoyed of just how cool the sound of her voice was when she told him not to stay out too long. He did enquire about how her day had gone after which he hurried with a quick goodbye to her then ended the call. His desk was cleared within five minutes. He grabbed his briefcase and switched off the lights before locking the door behind him.
Becca's desk was empty as she had left the office going a half hour earlier but not before furnishing him with details of where to find her. Howard made his way to his vehicle. He inserted his key into the door lock but it fell from his hand and he realised it was out of nervousness and excitement of what was coming. He picked up his keys and unlocked his door then got inside. He started his car and smiled at his reflection in the mirror before pulling out of the parking space.
He located the apartment building from the address Becca had given him. The sun blazed a trail of deep orange across the sky as it slid from view over the city's sky rise. Howard got out of his car, leaving his briefcase behind in the passenger seat, and adjusted his coat after slamming the door. The neighbourhood was quiet; there were few people sauntering about the street. The building she lived in was across from him and bore resemblance to the one Dave had taken him to meet Olu Shango. Howard felt a stir in his nerves as he conjured up the man's name as if it were a talisman. Surprisingly he had gone through much of the day not thinking about him except now. His hands were no longer shaking from nervousness as before, but he perceived a tingle under his skin. It was followed by a nudge in his crotch as he imagined his secretary waiting in her apartment for him. He thought for a second what April might be up to with him not been home right now but dismissed her from his thoughts. She had been out having fun this whole time without him. Time to get some payback of his own.
Howard checked his pockets to make sure he had not forgotten his keys before crossing the street; that action reminded him to switch off his phone which he did. This was one time he did not want to be interrupted by anything or anybody. He neglected taking the elevator and instead raced up the stairs and stopped when he got to the third floor. He stopped to catch his breath before getting to her door and appraised himself one last time before knocking. The door opened and there stood Becca in a chamois negligee that showed she had on nothing else underneath. Her perfume stirred warm lust in Howard as he inhaled its fragrance.
"For a moment I thought you weren't going to make it anymore," she said.
"In another life I probably wouldn't," he said as he crossed the threshold into her apartment. "But I'm here now."
He shut the door and pulled her into his arms lest she thought he was not being serious. They locked arms around each other seconds before their lips locked into a kiss. Becca drew him further into her apartment and they bumped against a sofa then fell on it. Becca grabbed at his crotch while caressing his back with her other arm. Howard pushed her negligee fabric aside to cup a feel of her breasts. The touch of her warm soft flesh was incredible and got his cock pressing harder in his pants for freedom.
Becca got him to sit upright and unzipped his pants and lowered her face down on his cock. Howard gasped and surrendered himself to the overwhelming passion that was upon him. He threw his head backward and gazed wide-eyed at the ceiling fan. His ears caught the sound of Becca's sucking, smacking and slurping on his cock. The sensation was part agony and part lust.
"Aaahhhh," he groaned with appreciation. "Fuck, don't stop!"
He caressed her hair as a wealth of vivid images flashed like strobe lights before his eyes. The pressing image he focused on was of April naked playing with herself in bed. Except she was not alone. Another figure emerged from beyond the room and Howard was not surprised to make out the nude form that was Olu Shango strolling towards the bed with his cock hanging down his legs like a dumbbell. Howard blinked rapidly a couple of times. He groaned from the exquisite feel of Becca's lips tugging onto his turgid foreskin as well from what his mind was concocting. For some inexplicable reason could not shake the image from his mind. He saw Olu get onto the bed and April adjusted herself with her legs spread wide to welcome Olu's bulky frame. Howard's body grew taunt as if he was been electrocuted. The raw power of Becca's mouth was all consuming.
"Awwhh . . . shit . . . ahhh fuck! I'm gonna blow! I'M FUCKING GONNA BLOW!"
He gritted his teeth as he then let himself go. Becca had herself a mouthful of his testicles when he ejaculated his first torrent of cum. It sprayed over her hair seconds before she popped his cock back into her mouth. She grunted as each spurt of cum slammed into the back of her throat and she eagerly rolled the river of cum in her mouth before gulping it down as fast as she could.
Howard was still a prisoner to the fantasy of Olu Shango fucking April in his head while his body tensed and convulsed as he continued ejaculating more and more semen. The feeling lasted only a minute and he felt depleted when it was over. He ran his hand over his brow and it came off with sweat, plus he was still panting. Becca remained on her knees stroking his flaccid penis and licking traces off cum her lips.
"I hope that isn't everything you have for me," she said.
She came to her feet and let her negligee fall from her body. Howard accepted her hand as she helped him up from the sofa. He tottered for a moment as his feet were still caught in his pants leg. Becca helped him out of his jacket while he kicked off his shoes and pants then led him to her bedroom and straight to her bed.
The sheets were soggy from their sweat and rumpled as they curdled in each other's arms an hour later. A line of golden sunlight streaming on the wall while murky shadows formed in the room from encroaching darkness. Becca rested her head on Howard's chest while her breath ruffled the sparse growth of hair that littered his torso.
Howard hugged Becca in return and lay with his eyes closed while trying to imagine he was in another world. Once again he conjured up the image of Olu Shango banging April and it felt so immediate that it produced a sliver of worry on his mind. He reflected on the night Dave introduced him to Olu and wondered if by any chance Jenny was working towards introducing April to him . . . if she had not done so already. The premonition that they had met already grew fervent in his mind, threatening to drain him of the exquisite fun he had just enjoyed with his secretary. He made a note to subtly bring up Shango's name when with April to see if she had mingled with him already. His raised his wrist to his face to read the time on his watch. Becca caught the gesture and raise her face from his chest.
"What?"
"It's getting dark; my time here is almost over. Got to put on everything and head for home."
"I'd do anything to keep you here. If only for a day."
"You could try but we both know it won't work."
"I won't mind taking the risk if you will."
"It'd be embarrassing if word got out that you and I are doing this, you know that don't you?"
"Uh-huh. But I'm not the talking type if that's what you're worried about."
"I didn't say you are. I'm just saying."
She slid off his chest and reclined her head on her arm. "I know I shouldn't be asking this, and stop me if I'm out of line, but—"
"You want to know how things are going with my wife," Howard completed the question. The look in her eyes told him it was what she wanted to ask. "That's tough to answer. We're still good with each other though. We're kinda cool, nothing looks like we're falling apart."
"I'm glad to hear that. Are you still happy with her?"
A frown creased his face as he thought hard on the question. He probably would have assumed her question came with some ulterior motive in mind except he knew that was not the case.
"I'm kinda confused about how to answer that right now," he sourly admitted. "If you twist my arm hard I can say yeah, I still am happy with her. I just don't know how much or if I seriously want to anymore. I'm still trying to understand her, to get at what everything means."
"You're thinking too hard about everything," Becca surmised.
Howard turned to her. "What makes you say that?"
"I dunno, just a feeling, I guess. I mean, she wants to have sex with black men. That's what you told me she wants to do, right? Any husband would lose his shit hearing that come from his wife; that's just how I'd think. When you first told me about it, I was more surprised you weren't getting any madder than you ought to be."
"I know. Like you, I'm surprised how come I'm not mad either. I guess getting mad won't change what's already done."
"I just hate to think she's making you suffer for something you didn't start."
"Well, maybe I'm actually the one who started this," he explained. "I've been somewhat distant from here lately. If I'd opened my eyes more and paid attention then probably she never would have gotten tricked into this crazy lifestyle in the first place. But you're right, I ought to be mad. It's just strange that I'm not."
"You're not mad because you like thinking about it," she said.
Howard said nothing for a moment. Her words seemed to hit the core of the problem for him and he observed the look reflected in her eyes and knew she had seen through his façade to know the truth of what was keeping him at bay from exploding this whole time. It made the whole possibility and fascination about wanting to see Olu Shango with April more closer to becoming real than mere fantasy.
"I can't fault you there, Becca. I've got the crazed urge to want to catch her in the act. I can't stop thinking there's a black guy in my home right now who's fucking her and I so want to be there to see it. Makes me sound crazy, right?"
Becca sat up on the bed and sat Indian-style like she was about to perform yoga. Howard caressed her thigh while she appeared lost in contemplation. The sun was about gone from the sky. He really ought to be returning home by now, except he wanted to hear first what she had to say.
"There was this guy I dated back in college," she said. "Whenever we made love he always had me sit on his face. He had these pair of handcuffs with him and every time he'd have me cuff him to the bed then sit on his face. I didn't know it then but that got to be the only way he could get hard. I'd sit on his face from a couple of minutes to a half hour with him eating my pussy and the whole time he's jerking his cuffed arms like he wants to break free. If that was not crazy, my former boyfriend always loved it when I punched him in the nuts before we make love. He said it made him love me more."
"That sounds plain weird."
"Any weirder than what you just said about wanting to see your wife fuck a black man?"
Howard had no answer to this, and so she continued.
"The way I see it, we're all a little crazy; we just have a way to show it that's healthy. That's what I'd like to think. I mean it beats walking into a crowded place and mowing people down with a gun. I'm sorry if that sounds morbid."
"So what you're saying is me wanting to see April get fucked by some strange black man doesn't make me crazy. But it kinda makes me sound crazy, don't you think?"
"It does, but if it's not making you mad then who am I to judge."
"This former boyfriend of yours, how long did things go with you and him?"
"We lasted about a year." She left the bed to turn on the lights before returning to bed. "Things got too crazy for me to deal with. I remember one afternoon I came home and there he was in the shower punching his penis and bleeding too."
"And you put up with him even then?"
"At first, but it got worst and I just could not stand his crazy ass anymore and then I called it quits. He's probably still punching his cock right now for all I care."
Howard cupped her breasts in his hand.
"Have you ever gotten into bed with a black man before?"
She nodded and broke into a chuckle. "Once or twice in college. Hell, plenty of girls were doing it and still are."
"Did you ever find anything fascinating about them?"
"Yeah, they knew how to fuck," she laughed. "I don't know what else. The ones I met knew how to toss a girl over on her head."
"And since then you haven't been with any? I mean besides me."
"Now that you ask, I probably would have if I haven't had you on my mind all this time," she kissed him.
"You're such a beautiful girl," he said. "I'm surprised you haven't got yourself a boyfriend or someone taking care of you."
"If you stick around then maybe I just might surprise you."
Becca rubbed her thigh against his and then locked her ankles over his back.
"I'd like you to stay over," she said.
"I would, but you know I can't. But maybe someday I will if you can do something for me."
"What? Tell me."
He kept quiet instead and continued kissing her till eventually he wrestled himself from her embrace and went to pick up his clothes.