I work for a major corporation, and like many women in business, I feel that I have to work twice as hard as a man in order to get ahead.

I have spent many years struggling to climb the corporate ladder, so it should have been a triumph when my boss offered me a big promotion, and my dream job — heading a division of the company in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, the triumph was offset by frustration, since my husband Peter has a good career in New York, where we lived, and I knew it would not be possible for him to relocate.

When I told Peter about the situation, he surprised me by suggesting I accept the job. He pointed out that our two children were now mostly grown, and that many married professional couples lived in different states, and found a way to make it work. I could fly back to New York on weekends, or he could fly out to L.A.

I was so happy and relieved when he said this that I gave him a big kiss and told him he was the best husband any woman ever had. That night we had some of the best sex we’d had in years, and the next day I told my boss that I would accept the position.

Two weeks later I moved into a corporate apartment in Los Angeles. The apartment complex featured a large swimming pool, among other amenities, and I promised myself that on my first Saturday in my new home I was going to treat myself to a day at the pool. This was a pleasure I seldom got to experience in New York, and I was looking forward to spending hours soaking up the sun and working on a tan. I even bought myself a new bikini in anticipation.

Peter had always insisted I wear a one-piece bathing suit when we went to the beach or whatever, but I wanted to tan as much of my body as I could legally expose to the California sun. My new bikini was black, skimpy and strapless, and as I checked myself out in the mirror that Saturday I was pleased with what I saw; I thought I looked pretty good for a woman who had recently turned 40. I picked up my towel and headed down to the pool.

Once there I stretched out on a lounge chair, put on some suntan oil and lay back, savoring the heat of the sun on my body. I’m not sure how much time went by before I heard a deep voice asking me if the lounge chair next to mine was taken. I opened my eyes and saw a tall, muscular, very handsome black man standing at the foot of my chair. He was younger than I, probably in his early 30s. It is rare that I meet a man who takes my breath away, but this guy did.

I told him the chair was unoccupied, and he quickly sat down beside me, introducing himself as Norman. He then said he hadn’t seen me around before, and asked if I was new to the complex. I explained my situation, and he told me he was from Detroit, and was in L.A. on a one-year assignment for his company. He had a wife and kids in Detroit, and went home one or two weekends a month. He asked me where I was in the complex, and it turned out that our apartments were at opposite ends of the same floor in the central building.

I soon realized that Norman was checking me out as we talked. He was quite obvious about it, and I felt as though I was a car he was thinking of buying. I finally asked him if he liked what he saw, and he said yes, he did. He said I was a very beautiful woman, and he had always had a thing for blondes. He said a sexy woman like me must be used to men admiring her, and besides, he added, I had to admit that I had certainly given him the once-over when he first spoke to me.

I was taken aback by his boldness and air of self-confidence. When he asked me if I didn’t like men admiring me, I admitted that I did, but said I wasn’t used to talking about it. We soon dropped that subject and talked about other things.

We spent several hours out by the pool, and I couldn’t help being struck by the sexual magnetism that radiated from this man. I had never met anyone who had this effect on me before. At one point Norman asked me to put some sunscreen on his back, and as I did that I felt myself getting very turned on by the feel of his rock-hard muscles; he apparently spent a lot of time in the gym, working out. After I finished, I wasn’t too surprised when he insisted on returning the favor. I rolled onto my stomach, and he spread the oil on my back and legs. His touch was wonderful. I hesitated for a moment before unsnapping my bikini top, but finally I did.

I wasn’t sure whether it was accidental or not, but as Norman continued to rub the oil into my back, his fingers brushed once or twice over the sides of my breasts. Another time those fingers slid briefly under the waistband of my bottom, touching my ass. I was getting very turned on by this.

When he finished oiling me, Norman said that if I didn’t have plans for that night, he would like to take me out to dinner and show me some of the local nightlife. I was tempted, but I said no, telling him I had some work I had to do. He was so persistent that I almost gave in. I realized then that I was going to have to be very careful about Norman. I had had opportunities to have affairs over the years, but had always turned them down. But I felt myself more drawn to Norman than to anyone else I could remember.

It was late afternoon by now, and Norman and I began to pack it up. Inside our building we rode the elevator up to our floor, then said good-bye and headed in opposite directions to our apartments. When I got to my door and reached into my tote bag for my keys, I couldn’t find them. I took everything else out of the bag, but they weren’t there. I was sure I had put them in there when I left the apartment, but they were gone.

The management office was in another building on the far side of the complex, and I wasn’t crazy about the idea of walking all the way over there and back, clad only in a bikini. I finally decided to go down the hall to Norman’s apartment and use his phone to get somebody to let me into my place. When I knocked on his door, Norman opened it, still in his swimming trunks. He greeted me with a grin, saying that he hadn’t expected to see me so soon, but that I was a bit under-dressed if I had changed my mind about going out to dinner. I then explained that I had lost the keys to my apartment and needed to call the management office. Norman invited me in, saying he would make the call for me, as he already had the number on his phone.

He quickly picked up his cell phone and made the call. After listening for a minute, he said they must be out, as he was getting their answering machine. He then left a message, identifying himself and explaining that I had locked myself out of my apartment and could be contacted at his number.

When he hung up I told him I didn’t want to intrude, and that I would go and wait outside my door until somebody showed up with a key; but Norman insisted that I stay. He said I would be much more comfortable there, and besides he would enjoy the company. He then pointed to a bottle of tequila on the kitchen counter, along with a salt shaker and a bowl of sliced limes, and said he had been about to enjoy a few shots of tequila when I had knocked. He asked if I would like to join him. I hadn’t done tequila shots since I was in college, but I decided what the hell and said yes. Norman got out some glasses, and we took the stuff and went into the living room.

Norman found a baseball game on TV, and as we sat side by side on the sofa, he suggested we try a drinking game — we each had to do a shot every time the batter got a hit. I have no idea why I agreed to this, but I did. We kept an eye on the TV as we talked, and whenever a player got a hit, we did our shots. I felt the tequila giving me a warm glow as it flowed down my throat into my stomach. I kept thinking that the phone would ring any second, and I would be able to get into my apartment; but several innings went by, and I lost count of the number of shots I did. Pretty soon I realized that I was getting drunk, and also getting horny. Norman’s muscular black body was really turning me on, and in his trunks I could see the outline of what appeared to be an extremely large cock.

When Norman put his arm around me as we sat there, it felt so natural that I found myself cuddling up to him as though he were my husband. That brought a fleeting thought of Peter into my mind, but it was soon crowded out by the realization that Norman’s hand was softly caressing my knee, and then my thigh, and that I was enjoying it.

While I was wondering what to do, Norman’s hand moved still higher on my thigh, and then I felt his fingers slide inside my bikini bottom and start caressing my clit. I sucked in my breath, and a small groan escaped my lips. Norman, his fingers still exploring, now asked me if I had ever cheated on my husband, and when I said no, he smiled and told me he was looking forward to being my first.

Between the tequila and the fact that I was incredibly turned on, my mind was spinning and I wasn’t thinking very clearly. I knew I should tell Norman to stop, but instead, when I spoke, I heard myself telling him how badly I wanted him. He laughed and said I shouldn’t worry; he was going to give me a fucking that I would never forget. He said he had a fondness for married white women, particularly blondes, and as soon as he had seen me at the pool, wearing my wedding ring, he had known he had to have me.

My bikini top had somehow disappeared now, and Norman was sucking on my nipples, which felt wonderful. And then the bottom of the suit was gone too, and I was completely naked. I lay back on the couch, and Norman’s hand massaged my nipples as he kissed his way down over my stomach until his head was between my thighs. I felt his tongue probing my pussy and sending what felt like an electrical current through me. My husband had never enjoyed giving oral sex, and when he did he hadn’t been very good at it, but Norman was apparently an expert. He ate my pussy until my hips started bucking up and down, and I had an orgasm that left me weak and gasping for air.

When I recovered, Norman asked me how I had liked that, and I told him that it was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever had. He laughed and said that I was in for a real treat then, because that was just the warm-up, and the best was yet to come. He stood up then and dropped his trunks, and I was treated to my first view of a black cock — and this was also the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. I got on my knees on the carpet in front of him and eyed this monster. Fully erect, it was as big around as my wrist, and so long it looked to be twice the length of Peter’s. I opened my mouth wide and took the head of that big thing between my lips. I moved forward slowly, but I only got about a third of it into my mouth before I felt the head of it pressing against the back of my throat. I wondered then if it was going to be physically possible for Norman to fuck me with this huge thing.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Pulling his tool out of my mouth, he pulled me to my feet, then picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom, where he lay me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He spread my legs wide, pressed the head of his big black cock against my blonde pussy and leaned forward. I caught my breath. It felt like somebody was trying to fuck me with a baseball bat!

Norman just kept kissing me and telling me I would love the feel of it once I got used to it. He kept kissing and stroking me as he maintained a steady pressure, and slowly that great, rock-hard pole slid into me, one inch at a time, until I had the entire length of it inside me. I had never felt so full in all my life.

Norman gave me a couple of minutes, and then started to stroke his horse-size cock in and out of me. I felt like a virgin again; he was stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched, and probing more deeply than any cock had ever gone inside me. But it wasn’t uncomfortable; in fact, it all felt unbelievably great! I eventually adjusted to the size of that cock and lay there savoring the absolute best fucking I had ever had, or even dreamed of having. I wrapped my legs around Norman’s hips, locked my ankles together behind his back and moved with him in an ecstasy of unbelievable sensation. I felt an orgasm building, but I was unprepared for the power of the climax that Norman triggered off inside me. I hadn’t thought it was possible for an orgasm to be that intense, and I screamed in pleasure as I had never screamed before in my life.

Normally, when my husband and I fucked, he would come fairly quickly and then go to sleep, whether I orgasmed or not; but Norman was just getting warmed up. He fucked me through two more climaxes, each more intense than the last, before he finally came, driving his cock inside me to the hilt and filling me up with so much come that I could feel it leaking out of my pussy and forming a puddle under my ass. I had just had more orgasms with Norman in less than an hour then I usually had with my husband in six months.

I figured that was it, at least for a while, but Norman amazed me still more by being ready again almost immediately. It seemed like only a few minutes before I found myself on my hands and knees, with Norman fucking me doggie-style. He brought me to two or three more orgasms before I felt him pull out and press the head of his cock against my asshole. I had never had a cock in my ass before, but Norman told me to just relax as he slowly worked himself inside me, fingering my clit as he did so. I couldn’t believe he was able to get even partway into my backside with that huge dong, but it felt fantastic, and I came once more before he pumped a load of jism into my ass.

For the rest of the night Norman fucked me in a variety of positions, most of which I had never even known existed, but each resulted in at least one more climax, and sometimes more. I couldn’t get enough of his strong black body, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of me either.

I woke up the next morning wondering if it had all been some sort of erotic dream, but when I opened my eyes I saw Norman lying beside me, smiling. After a good-morning fuck, he got up and made me breakfast — in addition to being a amazing lover, he was also a good cook! When I mentioned that I was going to raise hell with the management company for never calling to let me into my apartment, Norman took something out of a drawer and slid it across the table to me. It was my key ring.

When I asked where he had found it. Norman explained that he had really wanted to fuck me the day before, so he had managed to sneak my keys out of my tote bag when I wasn’t looking, knowing that when I couldn’t get into my place I would probably show up on his doorstep, which I did. The call he’d made to the management company had been faked, and with the aid of a little tequila and a little encouragement, his plan had worked perfectly.

I knew I should be angry and upset that he had tricked me, but I wasn’t. After all, he hadn’t done anything I hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed — and hoped to do again. In fact, that was exactly what Norman now suggested, and I let him lead me by the hand into the bedroom and proceed to give me another fantastic fucking, which left me breathless but ecstatic.

After that I started fucking Norman on an almost daily basis. I quickly got to the point where if I didn’t receive a good fucking from him at night, I had difficulty concentrating on work the next day. Norman, sensing how addicted I had become to having sex with him, enjoyed teasing and toying with me, and on a few occasions actually made me beg for it. And truthfully, I loved that too.

One evening Norman told me we were going to a party at another apartment in the complex. When I asked what I should wear, he said to put on something sexy, but not to worry about it too much, since it wouldn’t be on for very long. I asked what he meant, and he explained that the party was being given by some of the hard-core swingers in the complex. He said they got together every so often, and usually these gatherings ended up turning into orgies. I said I wasn’t sure I was interested in an orgy, and Norman just laughed, saying that a horny babe like me would dig it so much I would think I was in heaven. And he was right.

— M.C., Los Angeles, California