You Say That's Alright, Hold Tight

Hi, thanks for stopping by. This is a bit of a departure for me. It has touches of non-consent but is more seduction and submission. It's a story of a black teen and the white wife who falls prey to him. It has voyeur elements as well. This story contains material related to interracial sex, non-consensual sex, cheating/cuckolding, and possible pregnancy. If these subjects offend you, then please go no further and find another story to enjoy. This is meant to be a stand-alone story. This is a complete work of fiction and any similarity to anyone is purely coincidental. All players are over 18 years of age.

I would like to thank Goamz86 for collaborating, co-writing, and being the exclusive editor of my work. Please check out his stories on Lit. Feedback is always appreciated as well as story ideas. Thanks, Melissa

Players:

Michelle MacKay: housewife, 5'7" at most 115 pounds. Barely a B-cup breast on a slim frame but with a tight little ass that nicely fills a pair of skinny jeans. She has luscious straight, thick, brunette hair to her lower mid back, gorgeous transparent blue/green eyes that are set back under her brow. She has a smallish nose, an unassuming chin and a cute little overbite. Her naturally rosy, high cheekbones become very prominent when she smiles. She likes to keep a significant amount of hair on her pussy, but it is very neatly groomed, always. Outwardly she is the consummately sweet, perfect, housewife. The way she takes care of her husband Dan in public, makes every man who meets them wish she was his wife.

Dan MacKay: Michelle's husband, 6' 185 with a manly appearance, well-groomed sandy brown hair closely cropped on the sides. He is attractive, with a stern brow, a thin nose and a prominent chin that has a beard that is closely cropped as well, except on his chin, where it comes to a point, giving him a manly appearance. Dan's a loyal husband and good father. An avid outdoorsman who works as an architect.

Danny Mackay: 6" 1" 195 like Dad has a handsome sandy brown hair and a youthful manly appearance. Son of Dan and Michelle. Good kid with lots of friends. Involved in many sports and an outdoorsman like his father.

Jabari is a Swahili name that means "almighty" or "powerful". 18 years old 6' 5" handsome, black, chiseled facial features with a body women swoon over. A bodybuilder with muscles everywhere adorned in one particular area, that women become entranced with it. Jabari immigrated to the USA two years ago. His family moved a couple of months ago to Danny's town. Rumors swirl around the fact that Jabari impregnated his married teacher in the town they moved from and that he has a thing for married white women.

The backyard party was in full swing at their spacious log home, deep in the Georgia Appalachian Mountains. The Mackay's or Mac's as their friends liked to call them, were in the midst of a BBQ with friends and family. The weather was cooperating, cooling to 70 degrees with the sunset, and the night was coming to life. Folks enjoyed the music and gathered in and around the pool and attached hot tub.

There was something raw in the air as Dan looked across the pool. The crowd sipped on sweet tea and other adult libations. The contrast between the chill in the air and the heated pool water left a slight mist. Dan, of course, had talked his wife Michelle into another glass of wine. He suspected there would be regrets in the morning. Even across the pool he could see the glazed look in her eyes. She would most definitely have regrets. As the group carried on, Dan found himself feeling farther and farther away from it all, and the radio played "Ain't even doing this right.

The Mac's, Dan and Michelle, were teenage sweethearts, married fresh out of high school at the age of 18. They lived a happy and passionate life, that included one son, Dan JR or Danny, as he came to be known. Dan felt he had achieved the perfect life, between his faithful loving wife, son and beautiful log home. Dan paused and took it all in, the perfect life, as the song played,

"It's alright, hold tight, You say that's alright, hold tight

Well, I don't even know if I'm doin' this right

Well, alright, hold tight

We can stay out all day, we can run around all night

Well, all night, all night

Well, it's time to go home

And I ain't even done with the night"

Dan noticed his statuesque wife gently swaying her lithe hips to the music as she spoke off and on with her friend, Catherine. Dan's wife was, the girl next door, pretty, not a trophy wife but beautiful in her own way. Michelle had a glow about her, dressed in an off-white floral, paisley, one retro one-piece swimsuit that hugged her body tastefully. It had a white belt that accented her thin waist just right. The outfit beautifully tied at the shoulder straps, her long mane up in a hanging bun. She wore appropriate, white, one-inch heeled sandals. The epitome of class and grace.

Michelle ran one hand through her thick mane of brunette hair, absentmindedly biting her full, lower lip as she looked across the pool at her son's young friends, one in particular, the lean muscular black as coal Jabari. She noticed him slightly grinning his approval at something. The white wife was a beauty. At 5'7" and 115 pounds, she had the height and hair of a fashion model, but with the wholesome face of the 'girl next door.' Michelle had slightly buck teeth that gave her mouth a pouty-hungry look, along with her blue-green eyes, brunette hair, prominent cheekbones and what many men of the day regarded as the most appealing feature, her overbite and her lithe figure gave her a wholesome sexy look. Long, tapered legs, gently curving hips and slightly rounded ass, smallish waist, and medium breasts, nestled snugly in their 32 b cup bra, which incidentally was where Jabari's eyes were riveted now.

Michelle's strict Catholic upbringing had caused her to retain her virginity until their wedding day. Dan always thought their sex life was great for him. Having a beautiful woman like her to himself was great, but she had some difficulty reaching orgasm. It concerned him more than her, though, and she frequently said that it wasn't that important to her, that she loved him regardless. All that put him at ease, until today, as he stood across the pool.

After a bit, Caroline excused herself and Michelle continued to sway to the slow song unaware she had caught the attention of her son Danny's young friends, especially one in particular. As she spun around singing in a whisper, "I don't even know if I'm doing this right," she came face to face with Jabari Abioye.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment as she muttered something to herself. She closed her eyes and continued to sway to the music as her delicate hands moved in concert. Jabari stared at her wedding ring as it glistened in the sunset. The large black teen came side by side with the white wife and joined her swaying to the music. Their bodies fell into a flawless rhythm as though they had danced together all their lives. Jabari 6"5' muscular body moved in a very sensual, almost reggae way as Michelle's petite frame moved with style and grace. Michelle swaying her curvaceous bottom, gently, from side to side. You could almost feel the sexual temperature rising, and Dan developed a hard on, even knowing that her sensuous dancing wasn't for his benefit.

No one noticed anything nefarious except Dan who mumbled, "Fuck me." viewing his wife as a sensual desirable woman for the first time in some years. Instead of a wife and mother, before him, was a carnal woman exuding pheromones. An alluring woman, whispering the music, slowly swaying, singing, "It's alright hold tight, I don't even know if I'm doing this right."

No words were spoken nor needed. Jabari was an African Prince who seemed to lay claim to his mate. To the casual observer nothing seemed overly sexual or out of place, but to Dan, his wife was tipsy and was in the crosshairs of a serial predator. The concerned husband had heard unbelievable rumors of the teen's conquest of white wives in his community. Dan stood frozen as the song neared its end and the very white wife and the black as coal Adonis interlocked fingers for a brief second.

Dan was astonished as he watched his faithful wife gently rub her thumb nail across the palm of Jabari's hand and then pull her hand gently back. The song ended. The folks laughed and clapped. Michelle became aware that several of the guests were applauding their performance. Slowly, slightly embarrassed, she curtsied to applause while Jabari gave a curt bow.

Michelle blushed when the black teen Adonis turned back to face her. They shared a look, a moment of pure unscripted connection. It was brief, charged, and utterly disarming. Michelle felt a sudden, unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest. The faithful white wife reached out and placed her right hand on Jabari's muscular chest, tracing the definition of his left pectoral with her long nail, Jabari stared at the immaculately manicured nail varnished in a deep red. The long nails and sweet scent had an immediate effect. With her delicate hand on his body, she slowly tilted her gaze from his chest to his face.

The touch was intoxicating and Jabari felt it too, as their eyes linked and the tepid wife said, "Um..., thanks, I haven't danced like that in years.

As they walked away Jabari whispered to the white wife, "It is very rare to find a woman who exudes such raw pheromones."

Michelle stopped cold, turned to look at the confident teen, shock spread on her face. She felt the urge to slap him for the comment but felt there was no reason to make a scene. Jabari seemed amused that his comment had such an effect on her. When she said nothing, he continued, "Raw, and erotic."

Michelle opened her mouth to say something but wasn't sure what to say. The faithful white wife blushed again, looked down and said, "Pardon me..." A bit tipsy she moved off towards the house and headed to the bathroom to relieve her bladder.

As Jarbari watched her mature ass jiggle ever so slightly under her short outfit. He smirked knowing she was a good wife, a faithful wife, but she was going to be neither tonight. She was giving it all up tonight. Mrs. MacKay would be marked and blacked.

***

Once inside the bathroom Michelle exhaled a deep breath. "What the F just happened out there!" The loving wife wasn't sure how she felt about what had just happened. She felt she should be angry but the wetness building in her panties denied her that emotion. She stripped out of her one-piece jumper, lowered her off-white lace panties and sat on her toilet and squirmed, too tense to pee. Taking a deep breath, she slowly began to release a stream of urine that splashed into the bowl. The aroused woman with her engorged clitoris flexed during urination, stimulating nerves and leading to powerful orgasm. Michelle shook, holding her hand over her mouth as she climaxed. Stunned, Michelle cleaned herself up, pulling herself together and heading to the kitchen to gather some snacks.

***

Michelle chopped celery and carrots and didn't notice her faithful husband come into the dining room headed towards the kitchen to talk with his wife about her behavior outside. Just then Dan stuttered and froze in his tracks as he saw Jabari enter the kitchen through the great room. Dan watched as the huge, black teen paused and reached for the tissue box on the counter but never took one. The black Adonis watched Michelle's tight little ass jiggle as she chopped the veggies.

Dan was stunned as the young teen approached the unsuspecting wife. Jabrai removed his t-shirt and let it fall to the floor and then released Michelle's long mane from its bun and let her hair cascaded down her slender back. The hungry teen pulled the thick mane to one side, brought his nose to Michelle's long slender neck, took a deep breath and then planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.

Michelle stopped working and let out a sexy groan saying, " Hey, what are you doing, the kids are nearby." The white wife, smiling, spun around and was aghast to see her dance partner rather than her loving husband. Before her, stood an ebony god, and she found herself unable to lift her eyes off the young body, staring at the black adonis naked chest.

The chiseled ebony chest looked like a work of art cut from black onyx. Perfectly proportioned without an ounce of fat. Just the right amount of dark hair covered the huge pectorals, leading to a six pack harder than her husband's penis. Glancing further down, the dazed wife saw what looked like a sizable package waiting to be unwrapped.

Finally regaining her composure, the very married, church-going mother, at the crossroads, found her words as their eyes locked. "Jabari, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me out there..." Michelle glanced down again at the black teens rippled chest. "Umm I'm happily married. I can't..."

Dan got a broad smile on his face as he watched his faithful wife shoot the over-confident teen down. Muttering to himself, "Access denied!"

"I understand completely." The black teen had a smug look on his handsome sculpted face as he spoke. "You belong to another man,"

Michelle held her wedding ring as the black Adonis spoke, glancing at the sign of her commitment. Her husband Dan watched as their son's friend took control and began to seduce Michelle in a domineering manner.

"I'm sorry," Michelle said in a nervous, cracking voice. "I didn't mean to lead you on. I should leave..." And then she let her voice fall off, not knowing quite how to finish that thought. "I'm sorry," she whispered again. Jabari removed his left hand from the counter top, moving it to her head to brush a stray strand of hair from her eye tucking it behind her ear. Then he stroked her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. "I should go now," The white wife trembled, a tear in her eye.

But when she took a small step to her right the black teen slid his left hand down to her arm."I don't think so," he said simply.

"This is so wrong," mumbled the nervous wife.

Jabari took hold of Michelle's chin redirecting the struggling wife to his green eyes rather than the timeless symbol of her fidelity. "I'm your son's teenage friend." as he slowly touched his massive chest, "You're very happily married, twice my age," Jabari hands traveled downward and took hold of his shorts and briefs and began pulling them down together.

Michelle, trying in vain to regain some semblance of control, blurted out, "Please don't Jabari... You can't do this," she gasped, almost pleading. There was nothing but amused contempt in Jabari's gaze. The black teen had the loving wife under his control, and she knew it.

"Ohh I almost forgot, I'm black. Black as coal. The kind person you invite to your party to make you feel as though you are not racist. It's hard to wrap your soccer mom, PTA loving, religious mind around the fact that you're about to fuck your son's black friend in your kitchen with your devoted husband nearby..." That said his white shorts hit the ground exposing the Mandingo's mammoth phallus.

"Dear gawd no..." Whispered the loving wife as she could not take her eyes off the revealing of Jabari's well-endowed manhood and caught her breath. The black Adonis cock wasn't yet fully erect but was already several inches longer than her husband Dan's and the ebony pipe was still growing. Thick veins ran up the dark shaft to the bulbous, uncut tip and a heavy set of balls hung loosely between his legs that told of her impending danger. However, it was the girth that was so impressive. It wasn't yet fully-erect and the bare turgid weapon was already thicker than her wrist. He looked like he stepped out of a statue or something with every muscle carved to perfection

Exhaling, Michelle mumbled, Gawd, you're so young," biting her upper lip, "I've never been unfaithful to my husband," she said, her breath rising in depth and frequency. "I'm a good wife." she added," as some primal instinct took over. She slowly lifted her delicate fingers and untied the bow strings on her shoulders, letting the top of her one-piece fall, revealing her Simone Pérèle white lace underwire strapless bra. "We can fool around a bit, however, the skort stays on, it's a hardline with me." As she said that, she reached behind her and unclipped her lace brassière, dropping it to the ground not taking her eyes off the intromittent organ.

Dan, the loyal husband, blown away, watched silently from a distance, as the barely legal black teen took control of his teetering wife. Her slender ivory body came into view revealing sagging b cup breasts with faint veins that went in an east west direction capped with small areola, that possessed little pink bumps. Her nipples looked like eraser nubs begging to be chewed on.

Jabari smiled to himself thinking he would have those sagging breasts plump full of milk soon. He looked at the late 30's mother over like a tool he was thinking of buying. He looked at the outfit around her waist and then to her eyes as she squirmed. His green eyes said, " Remove the outfit now." Though he never uttered a word.

"Uh, I can't. I have a tattoo on my torso that I am embarrassed to show. Back in college days my sorority sisters did it as a cruel initiation after I passed out drunk."

Dan was stunned as his typically conservative private wife was sharing deeply personal information of something she feared people would know. Despite her relatively taught body for her age, she never wore a bikini or crop top, and to this day, her son had no idea of the tattoo. Jabari seemed to look right through her as Michelle became more and more uncomfortable mumbling, "Please Jabari, please. I Can't." Feeling like a schoolgirl. Every step she took was a betrayal of good judgement. A tear fell upon her cheek as she lowered her one piece and let it fall to the floor stepping out of it leaving her naked except for her white French-cut lace panties and matching sandals.

Standing there, she'd never felt so vulnerable in her life before the young black god. Michelle's heart was hammering in her chest and hardly dared breathe. In the space of a few minutes there had been a seismic shift in the relationship between her son's friend, and her husband Dan watched it unfold with a sense of warped fascination.

The black Adonis stood naked looking down on the white suburban wife. Her skin was pale and creamy, like porcelain with a huge tattoo of two orchids on a vine surrounded by stars on her taut torso. Jabari was now fully erect, looking over the mature white wife who was surrendering to her Black Prince in her husband's home. Her husband Dan had heard about wife watching stories and was now stone hard watching his loving wife being seduced.

Michelle felt completely humiliated by the way this black teen was inspecting her mature body. She felt like a piece of meat which was being evaluated to serve the only purpose of satiating a man's sexual needs. Despite her disgust, her pussy released more moisture.

Jabari stepped forward and took an eraser-like nipple and twisted it. Michele yelped and bit her bottom lip as her son's friend fondled her. He should not be touching her there and she knew it, but was too overcome by arousal to stop him. She pressed her thighs tighter together, enjoying the pressure it caused on her clit. When she felt his finger graze her other hard nipple, she knew that if she didn't stop him, the situation would soon escalate far beyond what she was ready for. Jabari took his free hand and slid it down into the damp lace of her soaked panties and rubbed her clitoris.

"Gawd this is so wrong, I shouldn't be doing this" Michelle whimpered, "We can't go all the way."

Jabari expertly manipulated her nub as Michelle moaned and groaned. The big man then leaned over and took her stone hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it. Michelle groaned as she experienced the rough treatment! Never being treated in such a way only made her wetter as the black teen began leaving bite marks on her breast and torso. Being treated like a piece of meat was surprisingly an aphrodisiac to the white wife.