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 03

The atmosphere over the remainder of the weekend was decidedly artic in the Wilson house and Madeline did her utmost to avoid contact with her husband; even going as far as sleeping in the spare room for a couple of nights, using the excuse that she wasn't feeling well and didn't want to disturb him.

Rather than Monday morning and work bringing her any sense of relief it simply altered the cause of her anxiety.

Fastening her stockings to the clasps on her suspender belt she forgot about Jon for the moment and paused, contemplating the week ahead.

'What am I going to do about Aaron?'

It was always the same question and she started to worry about her boss and his persistent requests for her to have dinner with him. She was fully aware that he wanted to resurrect the sexual relationship they had had while at university; her problem was whether she wanted it as well.

Pushing the thought and the matter of answering her conundrum aside for the moment, she pulled on her skirt and finished getting dressed before setting off for work.

Fortunately for her, her worries on both counts were unnecessary.

Aaron was tied up for most of the week with budget meetings for the forthcoming year and she barely saw him during the day. Ignoring Jon was also less of a problem as most evenings he decided to spend time with his mistress and usually came home late.

All that was left for her to concern herself about was Jayson's entry exam result and as the end of the week got closer the more anxious she became.

Forgoing her weekly shopping trip on the Friday, she headed home as early as she could, dashing upstairs to take a shower and change as soon as she walked into the house.

"Why don't you wear something nice for him?" Jon commenting from the bathroom door as she dried herself was clearly meant to taunt her.

She glared back at him angrily, "Just why would I do that?"

"You know, to commiserate with him over his failure....." Her husband sneered condescendingly at her, "Not that you'd ever do something like that, a boring old lady like you."

Shaking her head at her husband's blatant denigration in suggesting that she was a middle-aged prude Madeline walked away, wondering why she had ever felt guilty about what had happened with Aaron.

However, with Jon's guileless mockery now eating away at her she began to feel even more anxious about Jayson's results.

'What if he had failed the entry exam?'

Part of her was desperate to know so she could put an end to some of her husband's taunting and go back to her life before Jayson Kanaara had appeared in it. At the same time however, another small part of her remembered his hand on her backside and wondered if he would try something again.

'Did she want him to?'

She shook her head; he was her student; Mark's friend and she was old enough to be his mother.

'If he did, what would she do?'

Unsure of her answer she took the decision to take her husband at his word and do just what she had been told to.

Dropping her towel she put on her purple suspender belt.

"Stockings again?" Her husband said as he stood in the bedroom doorway grinning.

"Isn't this what you told me to put on?" She paused mid-way through straightening the seams of the black nylons up the back of her legs.

"It is. I just didn't think you'd have the guts to do it."

"Well, make the most of it. Nothing else is going to happen." Maddi told him somewhat uncertainly, putting on the rest of her lingerie.

Slipping on a fitted, sleeveless red dress that didn't show to much cleavage she looked in the mirror.

"Is this sexy enough?" She asked herself, trying to tug the hem a little lower and failing to get it below mid-thigh.

"It's a bit shor......" Her husband started to say when he was interrupted by a knock at the front door and he started back downstairs, leaving her to slip on a pair of 3" heels.

"Hi Mr. Wilson. I know I'm a bit early but I've got my results. Is Mrs Wilson here?"

Pausing at the top of the stairs she listened when she heard Jon open the door to let the black teenager in.

"Yeah she's been expecting you Jayson. Go through into the living room, she'll be down in a minute."

"Oh right, thanks."

Leaning over Madeline strained to hear what they were saying as the two of them stepped out of the hallway.

"Can I ask you something?" It was Jon's voice.

"Err.... I.... I guess so Mr. Wilson." The eighteen-year-old sounded a little apprehensive.

"I've seen you with my wife, feeling her up when you hug her. You have a bit of a crush on her don't you?"

Maddi gasped softly hearing her husband's question, stunned that he had asked the younger man outright.

"Yeah I do. I'm sorry Mr Wilson... but she's so beautiful I can't help it." The black teenager replied apologetically, "You... you're not mad at me are you?"

"Not really, I can't do much about other men looking at her. But...."

"So, you don't mind?"

"Maybe it would be best for everyone if you told me how you got on and just went home." Jon suggested malevolently.

"But... she... she said.... I...."

Upstairs Madeline held her breath as her husband tried to keep his anger under control and get rid of the youngster.

If it became physical what would happen?

The eighteen-year-old clearly worked out and was much bigger and looked far stronger than an overweight and unfit Jon

"I understand that Jayson." She heard him lie to the teenager, "A little harmless flirting doesn't bother me, and I know Maddi gets a kick out of it, but the fact is you've gotten a little to touchy feely with her and it's going too far."

Something inside her snapped and, taking a deep breath, she decided she had heard enough, starting down the stairs to join them.

"Hello Jayson...you have your results?" Totally ignoring her husband, she greeted the teenager with a smile.

"Ah honey, Jayson was just saying he had to go...."

"Yes. but wow Mrs W, you look... fantastic." Unable to tear his gaze away from her the teenager simply stared and ran his eyes up and down her body as he ignored her husband and complimented her.

Seeing him look at her with such intensity, Maddi blushed. "Come on stop it... you're embarrassing me."

"Sorry... it's just you look so pretty in that dress it's kind of difficult not to stare."

"Madeline...." Jon tried to interject again.

"Thank you sweetie. Shall we go into the lounge." She responded, glancing angrily at her husband, "And you keep out of this."

"So, how did you get on." She asked eagerly, leading the teenager in the lounge and sitting down, desperate to hear if he had passed or not.

"Are Mark and Niamh about? I'd like to tell them as well."

"Err no.... Niamh's at work till eight and Mark's staying over at a friend's house for the night."

Suddenly all the flirting and enticing glances that had passed between them during the tutoring sessions surged into her head and impulsively Maddi crossed her legs, provocatively displaying her shapely thighs and stocking tops to him.

"So.... are you going to tell me."

"I got 82% Mrs W.... I passed the entrance exam by a whole seven marks." Jayson grinned delightedly at her.

"Really? You mean it.... you did it." She squealed and leapt to her feet.

Following suit, he stood up in front of her, "I don't know how to thank you Mrs W.... I mean Madeline."

"There's no need honey it was my pleasure."

It took a moment but, as soon as she realised the affectionate term she had used for him when she had answered, she blushed.

"Well, I really do appreciate it." He couldn't stop beaming at her and, without warning, pulled her into the now predictable hug, "I couldn't have done it without you."

A little hesitantly she allowed him to wrap her in his arms, her own going about his neck as one of his hands slid down to cup her arse, kneading it gently.

"Jayson, we...." She started to whisper, her heart thumping frantically against her ribs.

"Why don't we all have a drink to celebrate now the sessions are all done?" Jon's voice from the doorway startled the pair of them and the teenager immediately released her.

Smirking, her husband stepped into the lounge and handed his wife and her student a glass of wine.

Glaring at him Madeline took her drink, "Jon I... I heard what you said to Jayson."

"Then you know he should leave.... Now, before anything else...."

"This isn't about you or what you want anymore. I've had enough of your sordid little affairs." She declared resolutely, "All that matters to me now is what I want."

"Fuck that, you're my wife and you'll do what I say."

Maddi started to laugh, "I haven't been your wife in God knows how long. All I am to you is a back-up screw for when one of your little scrubbers isn't available."

Jon looked at Jayson, who was standing back watching their interaction with interest, and then moved in close to whisper in his wife's ear.

"What if I want you to do something with Jayson? Would you do it? Would you do it if I...." He said huskily, clearly trying to unsettle her, "... if I wanted to... to watch."

For a moment her heart stopped and she simply stared at him open mouthed, to stunned to speak.

The feelings that flooded through her body at his question were a heady mixture of fear and excitement. The thought of what he wanted her to do while he stood by and watched terrified her while, at the same time, it also aroused her as well.

"From now on I'm my own woman Jon, not your wife. If I decide to do something.... and it's a big if, it will be for me not you." She smiled serenely, "If you want to watch go ahead, I no longer care what you do or who you do it with."

"But...." He started to protest, obviously shocked by her determined stance.

"Don't." She reached up and stroked his cheek, her voice little more than a whisper, "Just remember you can't blame me for whatever happens from now on, it's all down to you. You brought this on yourself with all your sordid little affairs."

Jayson had clearly been listening as she spoke and moved forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind to gently ease her away from her husband.

Leaning back against him her eyes went wide when her rear ground up against his crotch, his considerable hardness pressing her dress into the cleft of her buttocks.

"Last chance to walk away." Aware of the teenager's obvious arousal she mouthed the words to her husband as she gazed unsympathetically into his eyes.

"I... I can't... I....." Was all he managed by way of a reply, sending a tingle of anticipation all the way up her spine.

Turning around to face the young black man she slipped her arms about his neck again, turning her face up to his so he could kiss her, her mouth opening to allow his tongue to delve urgently between her lips in search of hers.

With their mouths moulded together, their bodies tight up against each other, his hands returned to her backside dragging her tight up against him, as his erection grew even harder.

Letting her innermost needs free she willingly surrendered to the feelings bubbling up inside her, unresisting as the teenager slipped a hand under her dress. Easing it up at the back he exposed her stocking tops, his fingers caressing the soft pale skin above the dark bands, sending an even greater thrill through her.

"You know I've always had a thing for you Madeline." Jayson whispered, his nose nuzzling in her silky blonde hair.

She didn't answer and, feeling the warmth of his breath on her neck, gently bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on her husband standing in the doorway.

Looking intently back at the two of them Jon swallowed nervously, watching what was evolving in front of him and adjusting the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

The younger man also noticed Jon's action and, with a knowing smirk ground his crotch even more firmly against Maddi's.

Now, fully aware of the impressive size and hardness of Jayson's cock, she gasped softly, her pussy pulsing as a torrent of moisture soaked into the gusset of her purple thong.

Keeping his groin pressed into her crotch, and with the back of her dress bunched up around her upper thighs, the younger man became bolder, slipping his free hand up between them to grope one of her breasts.

With her face flushed and her breathing ragged, Madeline squirmed in his arms and looked up at the teenager, his hand still moulded around one of her tits.

"We.... we shouldn't Jayson..... you... I mean we.... we shouldn't be doing this." She forced herself to try to stop what was happening, "I... I'm old enough to be..."

"I'm sorry Mrs W but you're so gorgeous." The young man's voice was hoarse with lust, "I can't help but want you."

"I... I appreciate the compliment but...."

He interrupted her, suddenly lowering his mouth to hers in another long passionate kiss.

"Stop... stop." Breathless, she stepped back out of his arms, her heart beating erratically, "We should stop this... you... you're my student."

Jayson's hands went to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he dragged her back towards him. His breath hot against the sensitive side of her neck sending a shiver of lust all the way up her spine.

Succumbing to her desire Maddi forgot everything else, too turned on to stop him, her body needing to be touched, caressed and possibly even ravished.

"This is so wrong... it... it shouldn't be happening." Feeling like she should continue to fight Madeline murmured

Leaning back against him, feeling torn between two opposing factions, she felt herself struggling. On the one hand her body craved Jayson's touch, to feel his bare flesh against hers while, on the other, her head was telling her to stop this madness before things went too far.

"You are so fucking sexy." The teenager murmured, his mouth kissing her neck and sending another wave of desire through her, "I want to see you naked."

Pulling Maddi to him again, mauling her tits roughly through her dress, he started to tease her already firm nipples, making the sensitive buds harden even more. They were soon pushing out through her clothes as he pressed his belly against her back, his swollen manhood once again nestling between her firm round buttocks.

Jon, totally forgotten by the two of them, could only stand on the sidelines and watch helplessly as his long-held fixation on his wife's imagined infidelity came to life in front of him.

Turning Madeline around to face him Jayson kissed her again, his lips finding hers and his tongue snaking into her mouth. Lost in the heat of the moment Maddi's hands roamed over his back and down to his arse, grabbing his well-defined rear through his jeans as she shamelessly continued to kiss him back.

Dropping one hand down her body the black youngster tugged up her dress again, his fingers finding her firm backside and groping it through the thong she had on.

"God your arse it's.... it's just so fucking perfect."

They kissed again and again, continuing for several minutes before he stopped, allowing her to turn her head and, slightly out of breath, look at her husband. Staring at him awkwardly, she finally understood what it was she wanted as the zipper on the back of her dress was lowered

"Jayson...." She started to protest, only to stop, the carnal needs that had taken control of her compelling her to let him undress her.

"I want you naked.... I want to see you." He told her as her dress slithered down her body to puddle around her shoes.

Clad in just her vivid purple lingerie and black seamed stocking she demurely allowed the teenager to take her hand and lead her towards the couch. Continuing to gaze at her husband she wondered if he would say something and, at the same time, hoped he wouldn't.

Leaning her bottom against the back of the sofa the black youngster cupped her pussy mound through her panties, his fingers pressing the satin against her sex.

"Shit baby, you're so wet... your knickers are soaking." He sneered, astonished to feel how damp the gusset was, "This white pussy really wants some dark meat doesn't it?"

Maddi gasped at the sudden change in him, the heat rising to her face as his crude, demeaning words aroused her even more. Submissively she said nothing and moved her feet apart, spreading her legs a little wider for the eighteen-year-old black youth.

Pressing the skimpy material into her slit he stroked a finger between her labia before grasping the waistband of her thong.

"Is this what you really thought I was up to?" Grabbing the teenager's wrist, she sneered disdainfully at her husband, her heart thudding urgently in her chest, "If I do this it... it can never be undone... I'll.... I'll finally be breaking my wedding vows just like you've accused me of doing so many times in the past."

"I.... I....." He croaked, unable to speak, an expression of surprise and, to a degree, lust on his face, confirming his feelings about what she was doing,

Removing her hand from Jayson's wrist she allowed him to yank her thong down, easing it over her stockinged thighs and all the way to the floor, so she could lift her feet one at a time, stepping gracefully out of her panties.

Completely mesmerized the young black man knelt in front of her, smelling her arousal as he caressed her thighs for a moment or two before kissing them just above her stocking tops.

"Oh God... oh God.... oh...." Closing her eyes Madeline whimpered and grabbed at the back of the sofa to support herself, her knees threatening to give way.

If she had any remaining doubts about what she was doing they vanished in that moment.

Running his tongue between her wet swollen pussy lips he savoured her taste, pausing to torment her clitoris before returning his attention to her quim.

Moaning softly, she leant back and lewdly spread her legs even wider to give him access to her, "Unhhhh... fuck... oh fuck.... what.... are you doing to me?"

"Right now, I'm gonna fuck your tight white pussy." He stood up and began to unfasten his jeans, "I've wanted you for a long time Madeline and now I'm gonna have you."

Grinning lasciviously, he undid his zipper and pulled a very hard and very big black dick out, slowly stroking his hand along it.

"Sweet Jesus... it.... it's so big... I've never....." Maddi whimpered, her eyes opening wide to stare at the biggest cock she had ever seen outside a porn film.

Lost in the moment, and wanting to feel his hardness in her hand, she reached for it, the thick girth of his large ebony pole shocking her when her pale fingers wrapped around it.

"Oh my God... it.... it feel's fucking huge... I... I don't know if I can take it all." She whispered almost fearfully, unable to take her eyes off of the huge black prick she held in her small hand.

She had thought his erection was large when she had felt it through his clothes but, now that it was actually in front of her, in her hand, she had to revise her original opinion upwards.