by Catey Redd
Bridget stared at her husband as he basically ignored her. It was all so clear to her in that moment. He took her for granted, and he didn’t want to fuck her as often as she needed it.
Dave should have been so happy that a sexy woman like her was his wife and wanted to fuck him, but noooo, he didn’t give a shit about any of that, Bridget started thinking to herself, feeling herself getting angry as she stood there in the living room, although she didn’t let on to her husband what was going on in her mind.
She knew for sure, for absolute sure, that from that point on, she would go out and find all the black cock to fuck that she wanted and not feel the least bit bad or guilty about it.
Bridget knew that she could be very, very good at hiding her cheating ways from her husband so that he would be utterly clueless about what she was up to behind his back.
Chapter Two
After a few months of cheating on her husband with black guys, and a couple of days after posting about it anonymously on the My Dirtiest Secret website, Bridget was at work when her co-worker Sandy, who’d emailed Bridget the link to the site, came up to her in the mailroom in the afternoon.
“So, did you look at the thing I sent you?” Sandy whispered to Bridget.
“I did more than look at it, I posted on it!” Bridget whispered back.
“Oh yeah?” Sandy replied. “What did you post?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Bridget laughed quietly. “Then it wouldn’t be my dirty secret anymore.”
“Come on, please tell me,” Sandy begged.
“Nope,” Bridget said. “No way. I can’t tell. That’s the whole point of the site!”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Sandy sighed.
She looked around to make sure nobody else was around, and she whispered to Bridget, “Do you want to know what I posted?”
Bridget looked at Sandy and smiled.
“But then it won’t be your secret anymore,” Bridget said.
“I know,” Sandy whispered. “But I’ve been dying to tell somebody. Posting it on the site wasn’t enough, I can’t even keep it to myself.”
“Wow, it sounds pretty wild,” Bridget said. “OK, go ahead, you can tell me.”
Sandy looked around again and then leaned closer to Bridget and whispered, “Sometimes I think about having a threesome with my husband and another man.”
That’s it? Bridget thought to herself.
“Have you ever actually done that?” Bridget whispered back.
Sandy’s eyes got really big.
“Oh, heavens no!” Sandy giggled. “I would never actually do something like that. In real life? Are you kidding me? But I think about it. Sometimes even when Fred and I are….”
Sandy looked around again and then lowered her voice even more, whispering right into Bridget’s ear, “When Fred and I are having sex!”
“Wow, you’re so wild!” Bridget whispered back, although she was thinking the exact opposite about Sandy.
Bridget knew that if she told Sandy what she had posted, and what she had been doing, actually going out and fucking all these black guys behind her husband’s back, that Sandy would probably have been horrified. It just solidified in Bridget’s mind that she simply could not tell anybody else about her dirty, hot, secret sex life.
About half an hour later, not long before the end of the work day, Bridget was sitting in her cubicle thinking about black cock, and she was getting so fucking horny that she had to get up and go to the ladies’ room.
Nobody was in there, so Bridget went into the stall and she started rubbing her wet pussy, trying not to moan even though it was so fucking hard not to, because she was feeling so good and just thinking about getting her cunt stuffed by a big, throbbing black dick was driving her wild.
Bridget was getting close to coming when suddenly someone walked into the ladies’ room. As hard as it was, Bridget stopped touching herself because she was scared of making any kind of a sound, especially a wet rubbing kind of a sound, or moaning, or anything, that would give away what she was doing.
She looked through the crack in the stall and saw that it was fucking Sandy who had come into the bathroom.
Bridget had to wait until Sandy finished her business in the next stall. It felt like it took forever, and then Sandy took an even longer time to wash her hands. Bridget was so frustrated. She wanted to finish the job so badly.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sandy left, and Bridget rubbed her clit so hard and she came about two seconds later, unable to keep herself from moaning a little bit. Fortunately, when she finally walked out of the stall, she saw that there wasn’t anybody in the ladies’ room, so nobody had heard her.
Unfortunately, however, masturbating didn’t do much to relieve Bridget’s sexual tension. In fact, it seemed to make it worse.
As she stood there looking at her slightly red face in the mirror, still flush from having just made herself come, Bridget knew that she needed some more black cock for real, and she needed it soon.
Chapter Three
Bridget then remembered that new gym in the city that she had been thinking about checking out. She had walked past it a few times and looked in the window, and she’d seen lots of sexy black men working out there. It seemed like her kind of gym, and she felt like she could have her pick of any of those hot guys.
Bridget had some workout clothes in the trunk of her car. She went and retrieved them, then changed into them in the same ladies’ room where she’d just gotten herself off. She wanted to play with herself again because she was still so horny, but she decided that her time was better spent getting some actual black cock in her instead of just fantasizing about it in a bathroom stall and fingering herself.
She finished getting changed and she went back out to her car, and she drove over to the gym.
“I’m interested in a membership, maybe?” Bridget said to the college-aged white guy standing at the front desk.
“OK, you just need to fill out these forms,” the guy said, reaching for a clipboard.
“Before I do that, do you think I could just work out here tonight to try it out, and if I like it here, then maybe I will join up?” she said.
“I think we do something like that, but I’m not sure,” the guy said. “I think I need to ask the manager. Hang on, let me see if he is around.”
While Bridget was speaking to the front-desk guy, a really hot black guy came out from the office that was behind the desk, and he smiled at Bridget. Bridget smiled right back. Now he was the kind of guy she was interested in getting to know a lot better. He had a sleeveless tank on and his biceps were bulging. It was obvious to Bridget what an amazing body the guy had, but she also thought he was incredibly good looking, with his shaved head and his goatee, his toothy white smile, and his strong chin.
“Hello, my name is Darren, I’m one of the trainers here,” he said to Bridget.
“Well, hello yourself, Darren,” Bridget said to him with a big smile on her face.
“Sorry to interrupt, I was in the back and I heard you talking, so I thought I would help you out,” Darren said, then he looked at the white guy and said, “I got this, Matt.”
Matt shrugged and went over to answer the ringing phone, while Bridget and Darren looked at each other, smiling, each making it pretty obvious they were checking the other one out. Bridget immediately knew that Darren had peeked out of the office and gotten a look at her, and he was very interested in helping her out.
“If you want, I can show you around, get you acquainted with the equipment and machines we have here,” Darren said.
“Now that’s the nicest offer I’ve gotten all day!” Bridget said. “It’s so nice when a handsome gentleman such as yourself wants to help an old lady.”
“Old?!” Darren laughed. “What are you, like, thirty?”
Bridget laughed. They both knew that Darren was full of shit, but she appreciated it. “Add sixteen years to that and you got it,” she said.
; “No way,” Darren said. Bridget could tell now that he wasn’t messing around, that he really didn’t think she was 46.
“Yep,” Bridget said.
“I don’t believe you,” Darren said.
“Do I have to show you my driver’s license to prove it?” Bridget said.
“Yep,” Darren laughed.
“Fine,” Bridget said, fishing out her license and showing it to Darren.
“Wow, Miss—,” Darren started to say.
“Please, call me Bridget,” she interrupted.
“OK, Bridget,” Darren said, handing her license back to her. “I honestly thought you were like thirty-seven or maybe thirty-eight, max.”
“Well, thank you, darling,” Bridget smiled. “That’s why I work out, so I can keep looking young as long as possible. How old are you, by the way?”
“I’m twenty-three,” Darren said.
“Perfect!” Bridget grinned.
“For what?” Darren said.
“A lot of things,” Bridget said. She noticed Matt looking at them out of the corner of his eye from a few feet away, obviously noticing that she and Darren were flirting something fierce.
“You know, being a trainer,” Bridget added quickly. “All that youthful strength and energy.”
Darren laughed. “Yeah, I do what I can,” he said.
“I’ll bet you do,” Bridget said.
She looked right into Darren’s gorgeous brown eyes and lowered her voice a bit so that Matt couldn’t quite hear her while he was talking with a customer on the phone.
“Here’s the thing, Darren,” she said. “I have some very particular preferences when it comes to…equipment. So I hope that you can show me something that I’m going to like a whole lot.”
Darren smiled, understanding exactly what she was getting at.
“Come with me,” he said to Bridget.
He gave her an abbreviated tour of the gym, just as a mere formality so as not to arouse any suspicions with Matt or the rest of the staff. As they returned to the front desk, Darren said to Bridget nonchalantly, “Do you want to come back into the office to fill out some membership paperwork?”
Now it was Bridget’s turn to understand exactly what Darren was getting at. She followed him into the office and he closed the door behind them, and he locked it.
They started kissing immediately.
Bridget really knew what she wanted. She reached down and started to rub Darren’s cock through his gym shorts, finding that it was already half-hard and getting much harder in a hurry.
“Holy shit,” Bridget said, discovering that Darren’s cock was fucking huge, just like she’d hoped.
She pulled it out of his shorts and gasped at how thick and beautiful his cock was. It was one of the most amazing dicks she’d ever laid eyes on, and she’d already had plenty of black cock by that point.
Bridget started to stroke it, and then she bent down and she started to lick it. Darren looked down, pulling the bottom of his shirt up a little bit as Bridget started to suck his cock.
“Shit yeah,” he groaned quietly.
Bridget blew him for about two minutes or so, and then Darren whispered, “Fuck, somebody might need to come back here any second and we’ll get fuckin’ caught.”
Bridget took her mouth off Darren’s cock and looked up at him.
“But wouldn’t that make thing even hotter?” Bridget said. “That we could get caught?”
“Nah,” he laughed nervously, the tip of his cock just an inch from Bridget’s soft tongue. “I mean, normally, yeah, but I’m taking a really big fuckin’ risk right now and I don’t want to lose my job.”
Bridget sighed and smiled as she stood up.
“I understand,” she said, making a little pouty face as Darren shoved his hard cock back in his shorts, even though the bulge it was making was huge and Bridget couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.
“You know what, though?” Darren said.
“What’s that?” Bridget replied.
“See, the thing is, I don’t have any sessions scheduled for the rest of the night, so I can probably just say I’m not feeling well and then I can get out of here and go home,” he said.
Bridget grinned.
“Why don’t you do that,” she said. “I’ll meet you outside.”
Bridget walked out of the back office, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, and she walked out of the gym.
A few minutes later, Darren came outside, too. They quickly walked over to his car, and he drove her back to his apartment about 10 minutes away.
Chapter Four
As soon as they went inside Darren’s place, he and Bridget were kissing each other again like they had been back at the gym, but now even more intensely, with their tongues stuffed in each other’s mouths, and their hands all over one another.
They started pulling off one another’s workout clothes and less than a minute later they were both naked on Darren’s sofa, and his cock was rock hard again.
“Fuck, it’s so big,” Bridget said, licking her lips as she looked at Darren’s member again, and she reached for it and grabbed it, and started jerking him off.
With his thick shaft in her hand, Bridget smacked it hard against her tongue a few times, and then she licked it up and down, up and down, up and down.
“Fuck, you’re a nasty little slut, aren’t you?” Darren said.
“Yeah I am,” Bridget grinned. “I’m the biggest cock-slut you ever met in your life, and you picked the right white chick to bring home with you.”
“That remains to be seen,” Darren said.
“I guess I’ll have to prove it,” Bridget said, dipping her head down into his lap and swallowing his whole length, letting it slide into her throat while she sucked it without gagging even once.
“Goddamn,” Darren said, his mind totally blown because no woman had ever been able to handle his cock before quite like Bridget was.
She deep-throated Darren for a solid minute straight before coming up for air.
“You like that?” she said to him.
“Fuck yeah I like that,” Darren replied, and Bridget laughed softly.
“How about you stand up for a second,” she said to him.
Darren got up from the sofa and Bridget got down on her knees in front of him, reaching up and taking his big balls in her hand.
“You know what I want you to do?” Bridget said, looking up at Darren while playing with his nuts, then looking back down at his hard cock twitching a bit as it gently swayed from left to right and back again right in front of her face.
“What?” he said, looking down at Bridget.
“I want you to fuck my face with your big cock,” she smiled at him. “And I want you to do it nice and hard. Can you do that for me?”
“Fuck yeah,” Darren said as Bridget opened wide and he shoved his cock in her wet mouth, groaning as he started to thrust it in and out.
Bridget said something that Darren couldn’t quite understand because her face was full of dick, so he stopped and took it out of her mouth.
“I said harder, not to pull it out!” Bridget said.
Darren laughed and he stuck his cock back in Bridget’s mouth and really started pumping it in and out as she grabbed onto his ass.
“Fuuuck,” Darren groaned as Bridget tightened her lips around his cock as he drove it in and out of her mouth, amazed at how good she was taking the whole thing as he banged the back of her throat. “You’re a nasty fucking slut, aren't you?”
“Mmmhmmm, mhhhhhmmmmmm,” Bridget moaned on Darren’s cock. She knew she was a slut for big black cock, and having Darren say that to her while he fucked her mouth was making her even more horny. Her pussy was dripping wet.
She moved one of her hands from Darren’s ass and brought it down between her legs, rubbing her clit while he thrust his dick deep in her mouth. A few seconds later, Bridget was making herself come.
The way Darren was really going for it as he fucked her fa
ce, Bridget could tell that he wanted to shoot his big load down her throat. But she didn’t want him to come yet, because she wanted to fuck him, and she was worried that if he came in her mouth, even though she knew she would love it, that maybe he wouldn’t be able to get it back up quickly enough for her liking.
Bridget pulled her mouth off Darren’s dick and, wiping away some of the spit around her mouth and breathing hard, she looked up at him and said, “I wanna fuck you right now. Let’s go to your bed.”
“Aight,” Darren said, pulling Bridget up to her feet and leading the way to his bedroom.
Chapter Five
Bridget hopped into Darren’s bed, rolling onto her back with her legs spread wide as he got on top of her. With hardly any effort at all, he slid his huge cock deep into Bridget’s hot, wet cunt.
She’d fucked plenty of big black cock before his, and even though Darren’s was maybe the biggest she’d ever had, it didn’t hurt a bit as it filled her pussy all the way up. It was the most incredible, most satisfying feeling, and Bridget’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned so loudly as Darren fucked her hard, just like she needed it.
“Yes, yes, yesss!!” Bridget was soon screaming, digging her nails into his chocolate skin as he made her come again.
“Fuck yeah, take this big cock, you hot fuckin’ white slut,” Darren grunted as he grabbed Bridget’s ankles and lifted her legs up on his shoulders, pounding her even harder while she was coming.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!!” she screamed as Darren pounded her, then groaned as he filled her pulsing pussy with a huge load of hot cream.
As soon as Darren pulled his cock out of her, Bridget started fingering her cunt, getting all of that sperm all over her hand. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked it all off while looking at Darren, moaning and smiling.
“Mmmm, tastes so fucking good,” Bridget said.
“Damn, you really are a fuckin’ cockwhore cumslut, aren’t you, bitch?” Darren said, knowing that the way he was talking to her like that was turning her on even more.