Couples of South Pointe Lake

25. Promiscuous Hour

Becca DeLuis was feeling sore that Sunday afternoon.  A week had passed since Ray came by to play with her.  A whole f*****g week!  To her it felt like a month.  She had called his number and left voice messages on his phone, including texting him.  It often took a while for him to respond, and whenever he did, his words sounded ambiguous but simultaneously reassuring—he was lately pulling double hours at his workplace, hence why he hadn’t stopped by since.  But not to worry, he will endeavor to make it up to her, he promised.  Becca was double-minded on what to feel about him.  So far, she knew nothing of who he was individually or what sort of work he did for a living; she didn’t even know where he resided.  She had tendered the questions to him, but Ray was always evasive about answering.  The one thing—the only thing, so far—he was candid about was f*****g.  He was all in when it came to the f*****g part, and Becca felt graciously soothed whenever he finished with her round after round.  

Now here she was on a Saturday, hurrying up the stairs to get to her desk in the bakery establishment.  Becca had spoken to her boss the day before and taken adequate notes regarding the list of invoices she needed Becca to get tabulated and dispatched at the start of next week.  Not that they were too important.  Becca could leave them off till Monday morning, except for her, that sounded like a dereliction of duty, which for her would tamper with the remainder of whatever work that needed taken care of.  Why delay the aggravation of preparing the invoices when she could have them done now and let Monday take care of itself?  It wasn’t like Ray was likely to show up at her place today.  Becca demanded something to preoccupy her mind.  Anything besides worrying about Ray’s whereabouts or of wanting to get f****d wild and dirty.  It struck her with a peculiar but amusing verve that she was unconditionally transforming herself into a s*x-starved nympho.  Starting with her first date/night with Ray, it was as if a fissure had cracked open inside her, revealing a carven she never knew existed.  Inside the carven was every derelict impulse she craved to enjoy from been in bed with a real man.  That first night of s*x had unduly signaled a no return to the ways of her former life.  Now that she was engrossed in living the reality of her dreams, she apparently demanded more of it.  This past couple of days without Ray around to give her what she badly wanted had been rough on her mind.  She was like a junkie feeling depleted from her fix.  Who would have thought that s*x with a black man would make her this ravenous?

Becca plodded across the street into the alley behind the bakery, having used a different route this time to get to the establishment.  She fished her set of keys out of her handbag, then unlocked the back door and let herself inside.

The bakery shop and restaurant were empty as she had expected.  The windows were shuttered, and the chairs were arranged upside down on the tables; the cleaners won’t be here until early tomorrow to get the place ready for business.  Becca’s shoes echoed on the tiled floor as she trod up the stairs to her office.

She switched on the light as she came to her desk, then dropped her keys and handbag before going to her chair.  She was about to switch on her computer when she heard what sounded like a bumping noise coming from somewhere.  The noise repeated itself, and that was when Becca noticed that her boss’s office wasn’t locked, and the noise seemed to come from there.  That was weird.  Blondie was the last person Becca would expect to find here on a Sunday.  Blondie seldom came by the establishment on weekends, unless today she found being home lonesome and dreary, but Becca chose not to accept that.  Her boss was married, wasn’t she?  What else could possibly bring her here, unless it was something too important to leave for later?

Becca left her desk and went to peep past her boss’s door. 

Blondie’s office was empty.  Becca saw her handbag lying on her desk, but there was no sight of her boss at her chair.  The bumping noise happened again, compelling Becca to slip into her office to investigate better.  She stopped when she discovered the secret door behind Blondie’s desk standing ajar; the noise came from there, including what sounded like someone panting.  The panting noise sounded too familiar to dismiss; it was distinctly similar to what she made when engaged in s*x with Ray.  That was precisely what she was hearing: two people f*****g!  Becca knew about the existence of Blondie’s secret room, as did almost everyone else that worked in the establishment.  There had been plenty of speculations, but so far, nobody had dared gotten a good look of the interior, or whatever reason Blondie used it for.  Now that answer seemed clear.  Becca always stayed clear of her boss’s private affairs, but she felt implored toward satisfying her curiosity this time.

Becca heard what was undeniably Blondie’s gasps and whimpers as she drew closer to the secret door.  She flinched when she heard a smacking noise that sounded way too loud to be contained in the room.  Whoever the man was, from the multiple noises Becca heard, he was doing a fantastic job.  Becca had never before imagined her boss to live an adulterous life away from home.  She wondered if anybody else knew, and wondered how come she was just finding out about this.  Becca maintained a distance from the door while listening to the room’s captivating sounds.  She heard her boss beg the man to f**k her harder; that brought instant memories to Becca of her times spent with Ray.  He had f****d her so good that now she found herself capable of letting loose filthy words that would make her mom blush.  Hearing the ongoing s*x was tempting enough to compel her to lean closer towards the door and see what action was happening in the room.

Becca leaned toward the door’s edge to peek inside.  Her heart stopped, and her eyes flared open behind her glasses.  She quickly withdrew her face, afraid for herself what she had witnessed.

Did I see what I think I just saw or was that something else? 

Becca backed away from the secret door while reassessing the image she saw in the room.  She took off her glasses and rubbed her jacket sleeve across her eyes, then wore back her glasses as if to reassure herself that what she saw was real.  The s*x was still happening in the room.  Becca steeled herself and approached the door once more, this time with trepidation.  Her hands were suddenly sweaty, and she was breathing hard as she took another peek. 

Yes, nothing was misleading about what she saw.  Blondie was on the bed clutching the sheets, gasping her head off while a black man was aggressively f*****g her doggy-style.  The man’s face was contorted in a snarl as he was yanking her head so vicious that her cries sounded like a guttural cry for help.  Becca’s eyes stayed on the black man f*****g her boss.  He was the same lover who a mere days ago had screwed her in her bed and whom she hadn’t heard from in a while.

Ray.

Becca turned away from the door and shut her eyes while she attempted to assume hurried control of her breathing.  She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart rate kick up a notch as she reflected on what she had just witnessed.  Her eyes felt watery behind her glasses, and too late, she observed the tears against her lens and knew she needed to get away from their office fast.  She felt utterly distraught and angry and would have loved to get unruly mad and rush into the room to confront her boss for snatching her lover from her.  How dare she get to claim someone who wasn’t hers in the first place?

It was a good thing Becca had a strenuous grip on herself and didn’t give in so suddenly to her impulses.  Her mind got busy as she thought of leaving the scene without being noticed; there would be plenty of time to vent her anger later.  Becca left the office, careful not to make any noise with her movement, and returned to hers.  She grabbed her handbag and set of keys and switched off the light before leaving the same way she had come.   

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Ray felt himself begin to tire, yet he didn’t let up from f*****g Blondie, soaking up her wanton gasps that added necessary fuel to his pleasure.  He ran his hands over her sweaty backside before returning to grip her hips, propelling her ass toward him each moment she withdrew from him.  He was drenched in sweat, and his shoulder muscles and thighs were aching badly.  He pushed himself on top of Blondie’s back, forcing her to lie flat on the bed while still retaining his momentum.  His climax arrived and his body tensed, and he groaned against Blondie’s face as he let himself go.  Blondie urged him to give her everything he had; her p***y muscles went on squeezing his c**k, milking him for every spurt he had left in his balls.  They remained like that for a while, neither of them daring to move.  Blondie felt his p***s start to shrink inside her cunt and wished they had more mileage to continue.  It was times such as this that she wished Ray hadn’t made it over with any of his buddies along to give her a double workout.  She certainly would have enjoyed that.

“That was so much f*****g fun,” she muttered.  

Ray rolled off her, still working on catching his breath.  His p***s now resembled a  flabby appendage.  He ran his hand across his abdomen and it came away sticky with his sweat.

“I ought to have this type of s*x every waking morning of my life,” Blondie remarked as she turned to face him.

“Uh-huh.  You’re such a spoiled slut,” Ray murmured.

“And you’re a super stud, you really are.”

“Ha!  Like it took you all this time to admit that.”

“Not so.  Shango’s a god, but you’re a stud compared to him.”  She caressed his torso.  “Tell me, which of my friends have you played with recently besides me?”

“Do you have to ask that?”

“Nothing wrong with me asking, is there?  Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m jealous; they need to get theirs as much as I’m here getting mine.  Shango demands the same love from us.”

“Yeah, Shango has got a way about that.”  Ray acknowledged.  “I had me some fun with Amore yesterday.”

“You visited her, or did she come looking for you at your place?”

“She came to my place,” he said.  “She was super-horny, and wanted her cat scratched, and it was just me she could find at the time.  Tibbs was out doing supervisory work at the warehouse.”

“What about Jonesy?”

“Out of town and still isn’t back yet.  Maybe he found himself some last-minute p***y that’s keeping him from getting his ass back.  I’d better be pushing off.” 

Ray rolled to the edge of the bed before mounting off.  Blondie followed suit and threw him a towel while she dried herself with one.

“What have you got going that’s making you leave so soon?” Blondie asked.

“A brother’s got to fill his tank when he can,” Ray threw the towel on the bed, then went and started wearing his clothes.  “I’ve got to be in other places besides here.”

“If it’s food you want,” Blondie explained while she wore her bra.  “We can always order something.  Really, I don’t have to head back home till it’s late.”

“No can do, babe,” said Ray as he began buttoning his jeans.  “But a brother’s got places to be at.” 

“Unless you’ve got yourself some young p***y out there waiting for you.  Tell me who it is.”

Ray stopped to look at her for a moment then continued with his clothes.