Back to Black

Back to Black is an interracial tale written in 5 parts (all finished) which will be released to Literotica as I edit them.

I've gone back to this story several times in the last couple of years, changing the characters and the storyline, mostly because I wasn't sure where to take it. However, in the end it was splitting it into 5 parts that actually helped me finish it.

The result is, I think, very different to most of my other works but I'm happy with the finished article and I hope you like it.

Please remember it is just a story, the characters aren't real and their words and actions are simply a projection of my own imagination.

It is set in the United Kingdom so I apologise now for any confusion over some of the terms I use.

Please enjoy.

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Back to Black - Pt 01

It was a little after six o'clock on a Friday evening when Madeline Wilson pulled into her driveway and came to a stop just behind her husband's car.

Surprised to see he was home she turned off the engine and leant back in her seat to take a deep breath. She had been looking forward to a glass of wine and a quiet evening now that the shitty week she had had was over and she could relax, looking forward to two whole days to recover before she went back to work on the Monday.

However, now it was very apparent that Jon would be around, instead of coming home late as she had anticipated and her sense of relief evaporated leaving her more than a little annoyed.

'Definitely a take away tonight."

She thought to herself, deciding she was too tired to cook.

Today had been the last straw in what had been a long and exhausting week. Her boss had been in a foul mood all day and then, to cap it all, traffic on the way to the supermarket to do her weekly grocery shop had been much worse than usual. That had delayed her long enough so that she caught the rush hour congestion on her way home.

Now, to top it off, she would have her husband's company all evening.

Sighing resignedly, Maddi unfastened her seat belt and slipped out of the driver's seat, tugging her skirt down to cover the tops of the tan stockings she was wearing. Collecting two of the grocery bags from the back of her Ford Kuga she smiled to herself as she remembered how her husband Jon had joked with the young salesman, saying the name suited her, when they had bought her car.

He had enjoyed embarrassing her, hinting that she actually was a cougar, leaving the poor man struggling for what to say; although she wasn't and had never been one.

The simple fact was that in her house it was one rule for her husband and another for her.

Not that she wasn't attractive.

Even at 42 she liked to think she looked after herself; swimming or cycling at weekends and regular exercise classes three times a week at the college gym all meant she had kept her trim 34B-24-35 figure, despite having the twins eighteen years ago.

She had let herself go for a couple of years back then, the demands of caring for two babies taking its toll on her time and energy. That was when Jon had started playing away; the first time with his secretary, an older woman who most definitely was the archetypal cougar.

However, once the children had started pre-school she had hit the gym as well as returning to swimming, determined to get her figure, and her husband, back.

It had worked as far as regaining her shape went but not when it came to retrieving her man. Not that she cared now, any deep feelings she had had for him had long since vanished.

She was struggling with her shopping bags when a deep voice stopped her, "Let me help you with those Mrs Wilson."

Twisting around, her long blonde hair swaying across her face, she saw one of her son's friends, Jayson Kanaara, walking hurriedly towards her.

"Hello Jayson, that's very kind of you."

"Anytime Mrs W." He grinned, his teeth gleaming white against his dark complexion, as he took the two heaviest bags from her, "I'm always happy to help you out."

He hadn't been there when she drove up so she knew he must have seen her parking and rushed to get to the driveway in time to help her.

Smiling to herself she was aware of his eyes focusing on her long legs as she, quite out of character, leant over in the boot knowing her modest length skirt would ride up the back of her thighs to reveal a glimpse of her stocking tops.

"Just dump them on the breakfast bar please." She called out over her shoulder, collecting the remaining two bags and starting after him, her vivid blue eyes taking in his well-built physique.

He was only 18 but at 6' 2", he had broad shoulders, a muscular build and a backside that she couldn't help but fixate on.

'God, that is one tight arse.'

The thought flashed through her mind before she had time to force her eyes away and, berating herself for thinking of one of her students in that way, she quickly switched her gaze elsewhere as she followed him into the kitchen.

"Thank you Jayson. Just put them on the counter please." She instructed putting her own bags down

"No problem Mrs W."

Aware of his closeness, Maddi stiffened as she felt the teenager's body momentarily press up against hers when he put the items he was carrying down on the worktop. His semi-hard cock nestling between her buttocks and sending a tremor all the way down her spine.

'His manhood was certainly comparable to his physique?'

She breathed deeply trying to restrain herself, another improper thought springing into her mind when she felt his dick press against her backside and, just like before, she struggled to push this one aside.

"Err... were you... umm... looking for Mark?" She mumbled, trying to think of something else and cover her reaction to his nearness.

"Yeah, I was... is he here?" The deep throaty chuckle made the fine hairs at the back of her neck stand on end.

"I... err I... umm... I think he's... up in his room."

She stammered nervously, the continued close proximity of the strapping young black man to her unsettling her more than she cared to admit.

Up until a little more than three months ago she hadn't even known that Jayson Kanaara existed. It was then that he had moved into the neighbourhood to live with his older brother and had arrived at the college where she taught, to complete his 'A' level's.

Not that she was aware of the fact but, if she had asked him, he would have told her that from the very first moment he had seen her, when she stood up at the front of his class, he had wanted to fuck her.

It was then, in an effort to get closer to her, he had struck up a friendship with her son. The fact that the pair of them were both into football and going to the gym made his task that much easier, and he had quickly become a regular visitor to their house.

From the very first time Mark had brought him home she had felt a need to be cautious around the young man. She didn't quite understand it, he was her student and her son's friend but, although it was irrational to her, she tried to keep her distance.

"Thanks, I'll go up and find him. If that's ok?"

"Err... yes, of course."

He grinned at her again, his eyes momentarily roaming salaciously up and down her body, sending a shiver of excitement through her, before disappearing up the stairs.

Breathing a sigh of relief now she was alone Madeline turned her attention to unpacking the shopping.

"Did I hear Jayson's voice?" Her daughter Niamh asked from the kitchen doorway a few seconds or so later.

"Yes... yes, it was. He's just gone up to find Mark."

"Oh good, I'll go and look for him."

"Are you and he...." She left her sentence unfinished.

"We're just friends mum." Niamh giggled and turned away, "That's all... just friends."

Maddi paused, frowning, as she watched her cute blonde 18-year-old daughter's back disappearing up the stairs after the black teenager.

Reminding her so much of herself at that age she wondered if there might be something going on with Niamh that she didn't know about.

'Should I be concerned?'

Her own wild times, when she was at university, were long gone but it still made her worry about her daughter. She had dated a lot of black guys back then and had enjoyed a varied and very pleasurable sex life, eschewing the problems of any long-term involvement. Changing boyfriends on a regular basis she had been well past a body count of twenty when she had met Aaron Vassell.

A year above her it had been lust at first sight when she saw him and, despite his reputation as a player, she had started dating the handsome and extremely hot black student. The sex had been amazing and their relationship had lasted for several months, with her hoping it would develop into something more, until she realised he was seeing other girls.

His lapses gradually became more public and more frequent and even though she repeatedly forgave him she was aware he had started to tire of her.

Then, without warning, it had all ended one Wednesday evening.

She had been out drinking with her boyfriend and several other students, including a very attractive red-headed first year. When the pub had closed they had all gone back to his flat where he had made it very clear to her that he intended taking the other girl to his bed.

"What the fuck about me?" In front of everyone in his living room she had screamed at him.

"One of the boys will take care of you. Don't worry." He had laughed and dismissed her, waving his hand casually at the room, offering her to his friends, "How about Dwayne? He's always fancied a go at you."

"You fucking bastard!" She had hissed angrily and, vowing to herself that was the end of them as a couple, she had taken Dwayne's hand and led him off into one of the bedrooms.

The very next day Aaron had come crawling back begging her for her forgiveness but, feeling superior, she had taken great delight in informing him that they were over.

Shaking her head she did her best to dismiss the memories as well as the idea of her daughter and Jayson being in a relationship.

Niamh was a good girl; focused on going to university. She had had a few boyfriends but Maddi was certain her daughter was still a virgin.

"You need to be careful. He's got the hots for you. You know that don't you?"

Still absorbed by the thoughts that were going round in her head she jumped and turned to find her husband Jon scowling at her from the back door.

"Pray tell me, who has the supposed hots for me? As if I don't know what you're going to say." She snapped back at him, irritated by his presence.

"Jayson." He moved towards his wife and kissed her on the cheek.

"Of course he does."

"Just saying how it is."

"According to you everyone is trying to get into my knickers." Maddi snorted derisively.

Jon looked at her contritely, "Can I help it if my wife is stunning."

"Your wife is tired, harassed and glad the week is over."

"How was he?" He snickered.

Madeline groaned inwardly, the person her husband was referring to was her boss, the head of the college where she worked and even though she had known the question was coming it still didn't make it any easier.

She wasn't supposed to know but she was well aware that Jon had been spending the last couple of months screwing his latest conquest, a young blonde admin assistant over twenty years his junior, who had recently started at his office.

However, if she as much as spoke to another man he suddenly became jealous and possessive.

"A real pain in the arse as usual." She answered his question.

"Really?" The knowing smirk she got in response was no less than she expected.

"No, not that sort of pain Jon." Her voice was little more than an angry growl, "What the fuck do you think I get up to at work?"

"I have no idea." Her husband sneered, "Why don't you tell me?"

"Fuck you."

Glaring at him she returned her attention to putting the shopping away, her mind going back to when Jon's questioning of her days had started becoming a lot more intense.

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Forty-three years old, the handsome, charismatic and very single black, new head of the college had joined the staff just over eighteen months prior.

From day one it was obvious that he enjoyed female company, his looks and charming personality enthralling almost all of the women on the work-force, from teachers to cleaners.

However, from the moment a shocked Madeline had been introduced to her new boss, Aaron Vassell, she had made every effort to remain remote and aloof.

Despite not having seen each other for more than twenty years, she had immediately felt a familiar itch between her thighs when she was introduced to him. More than a few unbidden memories of him suddenly materialising in her head without any warning.

Of course, he had also recognised her straight away but, like her, had said nothing.

However afterwards, in a private moment, she had made a point of letting him know that, aside from any work dictated contact, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Unfortunately, either because of that or possibly due to their previous relationship, it quickly became obvious to her that he had formed a yearning for her. Repeatedly asking her to lunch he had made it clear that he wanted more than just a working relationship with her.

Not that she had ever returned any of his attention and, putting temptation at arms-length, she had gone out of her way to avoid him whenever possible.

It was a couple of weeks after Aaron had started, when she finally told her husband what was going on at work, that his possessiveness and jealousy really started to get out of hand.

Knowing he would be angry she had waited until they were in bed to talk to him, hoping to get him to discuss the matter a little more sensibly.

"Our new head keeps suggesting that we have lunch together." She had started hesitantly, omitting to mention anything about the fact that they had dated at university.

"Oh." Jon had said simply, "Are you telling me because you've accepted?"

"No, of course not. He might be my boss but I'm a married woman." Stunned she had responded rather indignantly, "Why would you think I would accept?"

"No reason. I just wondered if you had and that's why you were telling me." He stated somewhat frostily.

"Well, I haven't."

"You'd better not." The stoney expression on his face as he said it made her bite back a laugh.

"I'm not going to!" Madeline told him resentfully once she had control of herself, "The man's charming but why would I want to go on some sort of date with him."

Even as she said it Madeline got a strange fluttering in her stomach at the thought of her and Aaron together. Their relationship at uni had been volatile almost in the extreme but the sex had been incredible.

'Would it still be like that?'She pondered.

"Perhaps I need to have a word with him." Jon said, the underlying threat in his statement was obvious, "Set him straight about a few things."

The thought of her somewhat overweight and rather unfit husband confronting her boss was comical, but she kept the smile off her face not wanting to anger him any further.

"I know you're angry." Madeline looked at him with an expression bordering on distaste, "But I'm not going to go out with him so just forget about it."

"Is he really that bad then?" His sneer and derogatory tone made her stomach lurch, "I mean he's after you isn't he."

"No, he's not, but I'm a 42-year-old woman and your wife Jon, not some single twenty something looking for a man."

As she said it she wondered why she was still deferring to him.

He had cheated on her, on and off, for the past 18 years and despite repeated promises that he would stop he had always gone back to his philandering ways.

'Once the twins are at university.'

She let the thought calm her.

It had been her mantra ever since he had gone back on his first promise never to do it again, after she had forgiven him for sleeping with his secretary when the children were born.

"True. I mean why the fuck would he be interested in a married, boring, middle-aged woman?" He tormented her, grinning inanely, "Or is he some sort of masochist?"

"Thanks for the compliment." Madeline bit back angrily.

"Look just forget about it, I don't want to argue tonight." He had said apologetically, pulling her towards him and trying to kiss her.

Clearly his latest bimbo had cancelled on him and he was home early looking to satisfy his urges with her.

Turning her face away she rolled, albeit reluctantly, onto her back and opened her legs for him to mount her. It was easier to just let him have what he wanted than to fight with him.

Their sex life had never been that good but after his first affair it had become almost non-existent as she had devoted herself to being a mother to her children.

After he had admitted to the fling with his secretary she had forgiven him and they had resumed having intercourse. But for her it had simply been a weekly routine that she went through to keep him happy, rather than as a result of any real feeling of intimacy between them.

Occasionally she would let go and allow herself to reach satisfaction during their love-making and this was one of those times; after the argument about Aaron, she needed to cum and achieve a very necessary orgasm.

Biting her lip, she had shuddered when her climax finally surged through her, stifling any sound she might have made as she lay under him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had made her orgasm.

Jon had emptied himself in to her moments later and had rolled away, satisfied, to quickly drift off to sleep. Madeline, on the other hand, had simply lain there staring into the dark. The fact she had been thinking about Aaron as her husband had fucked her wasn't lost on her.

After what turned out to be a restless night she had confronted him the following morning.

"What was all that about last night?"

"Nothing, just me being stupid." Clearly embarrassed he had looked away and blustered.

"It wasn't nothing. The thought of me with Aaron obviously made you angry but then you wanted sex." Madeline had pressed him, "What was the problem? Did your little slut cancel on you or did the idea of me and him together turn you on?"

At first he had denied it but, reluctant to let it go, Maddi had continued to interrogate her husband.

"Alright, alright, she did but it was also the idea of you being fucked by another man, especially a black man. It... it aroused me a little bit." He had eventually, somewhat reluctantly, admitted to her, "But that... that doesn't mean I want you to do it."

"You fucking hypocrite." Maddi had spluttered, "You run around fucking whoever you want, like that little tart you work with, while I'm supposed to sit at home and just accept it. Then you have the nerve to say the idea of me with someone else gets you going but I can't do it."

"Yeah that's about it." He sneered at her, trying to regain his composure, "Maybe if you put a bit of effort into the bedroom I might not go looking for it elsewhere."

Speechless at his confession she had gone quiet at that point, taking the time to let the shock of what he had said wear off.

She had never told her husband she knew about any of his sex partners before, even though she had kept a diary of names, dates and times, but he had never flatly admitted it to her as he just had.

'Should she make the effort he wanted?'

'Would it put a stop to his indiscretions?'

She had to admit that the sex the previous night had been better, a bit like when they had first married. So, did it really matter what had inspired him?