The Dark Side of the Fence {OverlordMatt)

[darkest_fate]

The door wouldn't move. The handle wouldn't even turn. No, it stood there, mocking her, taunting her and letting her know just how badly she'd messed up, again. This wasn't the first time that Tommy had forgotten her keys, and it wouldn't be the last. Sighing, she laid her head against the door, letting her short blond hair fall forward just slightly, just enough to cover her face. This was just what she needed today.

Her day had started out with a fight with her husband. Kyle had been suggesting that they watch porn together, and his brilliant idea had been to rent interracial stuff. What had made him think that Tommy wanted to see a huge fake dick? There was no way that black guys were as hung as the rumors, and they certainly weren't as well off as the people in the film they'd watched. Of all the things for them to fight about, that had been the one. Tommy had left out to go shopping, only to come home to this.

Sighing once more, Tommy beat her head against the door a few times. Why did she always forget that stupid key? And she'd already gotten their spare out of the cute little frog by the door, so that option was out. No, she'd have to go wait in a neighbor's house or something until Kyle got home. And he'd lord it over her too, taunting her for forgetting the key again. Just what she needed.

Tommy turned to look to the house next door, where her neighbor had just come out, probably to see what was going on. She knew he was slightly younger than her; his real age something of a mystery to the blonde wife. They'd gotten along fairly well in the past though. Tommy generally got along great with guys who had any libido at all, with her curvy body. Probably helped that she dressed to impress, like now. She'd squeezed into a tight pair of dark blue designer jeans and added a white turtleneck over it. Every bit of it clung to her impressive body, hiding just enough.

"Hey," she greeted, trying a friendly smile out. "I was wondering, could I wait in your house till my husband gets home, please?"

 

[OverlordMatt]

Markusthrust a final time into the writing girl before depositing his seed in the dumb waitress. His check of her purse earlier had revealed a ring of birth control pills that included a missing space on today's date. Sliding out of her, he shot another load, this one covered her stomach and outer lips of her cunt. She quaked in ecstasy for a moment before rolling her head back on the pillow with a groan. The room they occupied was well furnished for its purpose. A king sized bed dominated one corner of the room and aside from that the room was nearly empty. Markus didn't use it for anything but sleeping and fucking, the rest of his things were kept neatly in other parts of the house.

Markus let his tool come to rest when he stood and walked to the kitchen for a drink. The young black man poured a single glass of neat vodka. Idly, he walked back into the bedroom and noticed the Jess hadn't moved. The former high school cheerleader still lay spread eagle on his bad, one hand idly rubbing the part of her he had just decimated. "Get your fat ass and your fat tits out of her before I decide to fuck you in the ass." A regular visitor to his house, Jess had come to expect the immediate dismissal after her role was fulfilled. The full figured girl stood and peered under the bed, searching for a moment before pulling out a pair of black panties that she soon realized hadn't come off of her. Returning them to their place she accepted the skirt Markus offered. "You can get your panties back next time you stop by." He informed her as she frowned and then pulled on the black skirt. "But I have to go on shift in ten minutes. I don't have time to go home and get any fresh clothes." She whined.

His hand whipped out, turning her face toward the wall. The sound of skin on skin made the silence in the room heavy with tension "Stop whining. Get dressed. Get out." He told her simply. "Wait." She stopped short. Markus approached behind her. A single hand went under her skirt. He held her limp and moaning in his arm until she was again moaning with pleasure and was thoroughly lubricated. "Now go to work." She gasped as his hand slapped her ass on the way out. He pulled on a pair of jeans and walked out in time to see Jess pull out and his very attractive neighbor pull up. As usual, the dumb bimbo had forgotten her key and now stood like an idiot before turning to him. In spite of his suddenly angry mood Markus stretched a smile across his honest face. "Of course, what kind of man would I be if I left you out here all alone? Do you need any help with your shopping bags?"

 

[darkest_fate]

It hadn't come to Tommy's attention that a veritable parade of conquests left Markus's house on a regular basis. She'd heard the rumors, of course. They said that Markus had several lovers, most of them white girls. They also said that Markus got most of his lovers addicted to his cock, something about how they couldn't possibly be satisfied by anything else after. Again, it sounded like a load of nonsense to Tommy. Why would someone this nice be living a double life like that? And how would he manage to live in an upper middle class neighborhood if he did? That was what happened in the ghetto, not here.

"Oh thank you so much for that!" exclaimed Tommy, all smiles. She held out a few bags for Markus to grab, keeping some for herself, modern woman that she was and all. After shifting the load, Tommy followed Markus into his house. She and Kyle had been there before, invited for neighborly events like barbecues and such. Albeit, Tommy still hadn't seen quite everything in the house, just as Markus hadn't seen quite everything in hers. Privacy was important.

"Again, let me thank you so much for this. I can't believe I forgot my keys again! Kyle just got me so upset this morning!" exclaimed Tommy. She set her bags down near the door, giving Markus a grateful smile and nod to add his load to hers. "It would probably help if I stuck the second key back in the hideaway, huh? I just keep forgetting. Too much on my mind and all."

Tommy paused in her talking then to look around, studying her neighbor's home, seeing if he'd changed anything recently.

 

[OverlordMatt]

Markus deposited the groceries on the counter and walked toward the large sectional sofa that dominated the space of the sitting room. A hand on Tommy's lower back guided her to sit next to him. Markus' natural charisma compelled an put people at comfort around him. A pair of confident hands reached out and poured a glass for her from the bottle of expensive orange juice that he had brought from one of her grocery bags. When he felt that she was properly settled into the space next to him he asked. "Well Tommy, what did Kyle do this morning?" Typical fucking worthless white woman, has no sense of responsibility. At least she's a sight better to look at than that glorified cow, Jess. He thought even as his eyes expressed interest and concern.

 

[darkest_fate]

Markus's charisma worked its magic upon the unsuspecting white wife. She immediately relaxed, nearly collapsing into the sofa. such a nice house Markus had, with far better furniture than she'd expected. For a moment, she wondered what Markus did for a living, to have the string of girlfriends he supposedly and still live in such luxury as this. Maybe she should consider having Kyle apply for the same business; they could always use a little more money.

All thoughts of Markus's money and such things were tossed away at Markus's question. Tommy sighed, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "You really want to know the troubles of a married couple?" she asked, her voice half-teasing. Laughing, she winked at Markus before taking a drink of the offered glass. Once finished, she continued. "It was just a little lovers' quarrel. Nothing you need to worry about. Kyle was just being stupid about it all. We'll make up, I'm sure."

Tommy was almost certain of that. They always did. She took another sip, looking about the house with evident interest. 'You know, I don't think I've ever been inside your house before, Markus. I'm quite impressed. Did you hire a decorator or do all this yourself?"

If he had, maybe that was what Tommy needed. her house could certainly use a little polish. She liked to play along, but it wasn't anything like this. Just one more thing about markus to impress.

 

[OverlordMatt]

He considered the question for a moment. The housewife seemed to want to change the subject, apparently uncomfortable to reveal what had caused this seemingly temporary schism in her marriage. Markus decided not to pursue the issue for now and to humor her question. "Well I like what I like, and I like nice things that are neat." He grinned politely before pouring himself a drink, showcasing the defined muscles of his arms and back when he leaned over the table. "But if you like the house you should spend more time over here. My doors are always open."

He settled back, this time a few inches closer to her. His hand seemed to be natural on her shoulder, as if the pair had known each other for years. "I pretty much have an open door about everything, so why don't you tell me about your little lovers's quarrel?"

 

[darkest_fate]

"You did this yourself? I'll have to make sure to invite you over sometime," replied Tommy. She shared another smile with the black man, one that widened slightly as she saw him attempting to show off. If he wanted to flirt a little, Tommy wasn't about to stop him. It had been a while since she'd really gotten anyone to do more than stare. The wedding ring had a tendency to act as guy repellent. So Tommy might have shifted in her seat a little, adjusting so her chest stuck out a little further than it would have normally. Might have even wet her lips just a tad. Nothing too major, just little gestures that you'd notice if you were looking.

Markus's arm went around Tommy. Again, certainly not something to be worried about. Once more Tommy found herself enjoying the affection. Kyle might throw a fit about seeing another man's hand around his wife, but if Kyle wanted more say in the relationship, he should try not arguing so much.

"I'll make sure to come by and visit again," replied Tommy. Another nod. She smiled as she leaned back against the couch. Might as well vent a little, no harm in that, right? "It was about porn, of all things. He wanted to watch some to help get us in the mood, and I didn't like it. It all just looked so fake to me."

Tommy rolled her eyes and looked to Markus, clearly wanting him to support her in this.