Authors: Fiona Knightingale
They were just starting to get into the kiss when his cell phone started beeping with text messages.
Kyle pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. "I need to go. They booked my flight already and I guess it leaves in two hours. I thought I'd have more time but I need to get moving, I might miss it as it is."
"I was thinking of buying new dining room furniture." Jenna told him.
"You should do that. Our old one has some dings in it. Donate it to the local charity, they'll find a family who could use it." He told her.
Jenna nodded, she'd always admired his work for humanity, and that he'd been able to turn his desire to work and help other people into a lucrative career. He was a doctor who worked more of a manager position and he made good money traveling to get hospitals in other countries up and running and training the staff until the hospital was self sufficient. He had a lot of responsibilities, but he really did like his job and Jenna knew it wouldn't be right to ask him to quit.
She sat on her bed alone, wishing her husband hadn't had to rush out of there after just arriving home from a trip.
Sighing, she went and got in the shower, alone. She was tired of using the shower head to pleasure herself when what she really wanted as a man.
He'd given her permission, so now she had to find herself a man.
Chapter 2
Jenna was out shopping for a new dining table set and felt disappointed when she didn't find one she actually liked. Sighing in frustration, she decided to hit up a local biker bar, she knew it was risky, and a black woman in a predominant white-biker bar would turn some heads. But maybe that's what she needed. To step completely out of her comfort zone.
Slipping her wedding ring into her purse in her makeup pouch she got into her Porsche and drove the fifteen minutes to the bar on the edge of town.
Jenna pulled into the parking lot and found a small parking spot between two motorcycles where she could park her car. She parked it, set the alarm and got out, slipping her keys into her purse. She promised herself two drinks, a couple of dances, and she'd leave.
Just test out to see if she could even flirt with another man or if she'd feel too guilty and wouldn't be able to do it. It was a test run. If she couldn't flirt with another man or even think of going home with him, then this agreement for their marriage wouldn't work out even though Kyle suggested it.
Walking inside she got a lung full of smoke and started to cough. Not exactly her ideal joint, but she walked in over to the bar and ordered herself a martini on the rocks.
Sitting back sipping, she watched beefy men playing pool and women in tight leather clothes that barely covered their rear ends. She felt out of place with her Prada high heels and designer purse.
"What's a woman like you doing in a dive like this?" A rough looking man in jeans and a t-shirt sat down next to her at a bar. He was blond with scruff around his mouth and on his chin. He had muscles that made him look like a body builder, but they looked natural, rather than a steroid-induced.
"I'm not sure." She told him sipping her martini.
The bar tender came over and he looked at her drink for a moment then nodded at the bartender.
"Bring her another and I'll have what she's having." The man said, then he turned so he was almost touching her with his knees and introduced himself.
"The name is Rack." The man said.
"Hello, Rack. I'm Jenna." She replied, thinking how unusual his name was. "Why do they call you Rack, is that your real name?"
"I'm a bounty hunter, and I rack 'em up. It's been my nickname for a while." He grinned at her, showing off perfect, white teeth.
"A bounty hunter? What do you do?" Jenna said curious.
"I find people who've skipped out on their bail. That's what I'm doing here. See that dark man over in the corner surrounded by all those women? That's the man I'm here to take in tonight, but I don't want to cause a big bar fight, so I'm waiting to get him alone. Sitting by you makes it look more natural." He grinned at her and winked.
Jenna felt disappointed. She could have sworn he seemed interested in her.
"So, the drink is just for appearances?" She asked him, trying not to let her disappointment show.
"Well, now I didn't say that. I always love me some mocha ladies." He grinned at her.
Jenna wasn't sure if she should be offended that he called her skin color mocha, or flattered that he found her attractive and was so blunt about it. He was an enigma she didn't quite understand.
"I can mix pleasure and business, but I'm afraid if you're looking for more than a drink or two, it may have to wait until another night." Rack told her.
"What's your real name Rack?" Jenna asked, debating on if she wanted to pursue him further, or just let it go and chalk it up to an interesting night in a biker bar.
Rack looked at the bartender for a moment and tossed him some dollar bills then took a drink of the martini and made a funny face.
"John." He grinned and then took the martini down like a shot of whiskey instead of sipping it. "I prefer Rack though. All my friends call me Rack."
"Okay... Rack." Jenna said, though she could see how John fit him.
"What are you really here for sunshine?" He asked her while his gaze was behind her on the man he was watching in the back of the bar.
"Honestly? I don't know. My husband gave me permission to have a boyfriend." Jenna admitted. "I'm not sure I can do it. He's gone a lot for work and it was either open our marriage up or get a divorce. He thought this was a better solution. So I came here to think about it and see if I could even handle flirting with a strange man."
"Ahhh. That explains the ring tan on your fingers." Rack said nodding at her hand that was holding her drink. "My first guess was you were freshly divorced, but I suppose wearing a ring in a bar when you want to pick up men might be a turn off for some men."
"You notice everything, don't you?" She said, not feeling surprised that he'd noticed her hands.
"It's my job. If I don't, I can get hurt, or innocent bystanders can be hurt." Rack pulled out his wallet and took one of his cards out of the wallet pocket. He slid it across the bar to her.
"If you want someone to show you a good time, call me. I'm free this weekend." He grinned at her and winked again before getting up. "He's on the move, I need to go. Good luck with everything if I don't see you again Jenna."
Jenna watched him follow the man outside of the bar. A few minutes later she heard women screaming and a fight break out in the parking lot. She didn't bother to get up, but a few moments later she heard sirens. Deciding to take that as her cue to leave, she walked out to the parking lot.
Two hoochie looking women were standing in the parking lot arguing and there was a knife laying in the gravel.
Jenna walked over to her car and got in, realizing that Rack must have gotten his man and one of the women must have called the police not realizing why Rack was taking him away.
Impressed, she fingered the card in her palm realizing that she had taken it from him without thinking about it.
Rack was so different than her husband. He was white, her husband was black. He was a bounty hunter and bad boy to the extreme. Her husband was clean cut and professional, educated and didn't have a rough job where there was risk of someone harming him while he did his job. He was just gone long hours and many long nights.
Driving home she stared at the card she set on the passenger seat next to her purse and debated on taking him up on his offer.
This is what her husband told her to do, get her needs met. Find a companion. Who better than a man who probably didn't want a long term relationship and would be an ideal boy toy on the side?
He was hot, she'd give him that, his scruffy facial hair made her wonder what it would feel like to have him rub it all over her body. He had the kind of mouth she could picture kissing until she was putty in his hands.
Her husband was average, but from the bulge in Rack's jeans, he looked like he was very well endowed. She wondered if her husband would care if she picked a man who was completely opposite of him.
She got home and got in the shower after taking her clothes off. She washed herself off with soap and then pulled her shower head down and turned it onto the massage option.
Jenna stuck it between her legs on her clit, letting the water spray massage her as she thought about Rack. She pictured him naked in her mind, between her legs licking her. In her mind she was grinding her hips against his face until he took her over the edge to an intense orgasm that had her grabbing her shower stall wall to keep herself from falling down.
She turned the water off and got out, realizing that she thought she just might be able to go through with this. Drying herself off with a black fluffy towel, she put her bathrobe on after and went to go make some tea.
She stared at the card while she sipped her tea in the kitchen and picked up her cell phone. It was late, almost midnight, she wasn't sure she should call him this late at night.
Deciding against it, she slipped it in her bathrobe pocket and set her tea cup back in the sink and went to bed.
Tossing and turning she had erotic dreams all night that involved both her husband and Rack. Picturing them double teaming her, and taking their cocks in both holes at the same time.
She woke up more than once sweating and breathing hard, her body aroused and pulsing, leaving her tired and drained the next morning.
Chapter 3
Jenna was wearing a cute blue sundress and strappy sandals with a matching thong underneath. She'd done her hair up in a cute bun and had on dangly earrings that looked good with her dark skin color and drew attention to her long neck and broad shoulders.
Her shoulders tapered down to large breasts and an hourglass figure that drew attention when she went out. She knew she looked good, but she couldn't believe how nervous she was.
She was trying to get the courage up to call Rack. It was Friday night, a few days after she'd met him and she'd put off calling him. She was worried he had plans, but it was now or never.
Picking up the phone she dialed his number. When he answered she almost panicked and hung up, but then stopped herself.
"This is Rack." A curt voice said when the line clicked.
"Hello, I don't know if you remember me, but this is Jenna from the bar the other night." She spoke into the phone and waited for him to answer.
There was a pause for a moment and then he answered her. "Yes, I remember you Jenna. Beautiful mocha lady. I see you decided to call me."
"Are you free tonight, or tomorrow?" Jenna said, nervously.
"I'm free tonight and tomorrow. What would you like to do?" He said.
"Do you have a house?" Jenna asked him. "Or apartment, I was just thinking maybe I could come over and we could have a couple drinks and get to know one another better."
"I do, would you like the address? It's a bachelor pad, but it's clean and it's home." Rack told her.
"Yes. That would be nice." She told him.
He rattled off his address and she wrote it down, realizing he lived closer than she would have thought a bounty hunter could afford. His neighborhood was pricey. She was shocked.
She didn't know why she assumed he didn't have any money, but if he lived in that neighborhood, he made good money or had good money.
Jenna pulled out of the garage and drove over to his house, it was about fifteen minutes away.
She pulled into his driveway and realized he had a motorcycle and a very expensive truck with a canopy on the back. His Harley didn't look cheap either. She felt relatively safe leaving her car in his driveway when she parked behind his bike and got out.
His house was almost as big as hers was, with a four car garage, manicured lawns, and a big arch way over the fancy double doors.
She walked up and rang the doorbell. It had a musical chime and she waited a few minutes for him to come open the door.
Rack opened it and he was barefoot in jeans and a plain white t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms that had Jenna gulping hard when he stepped out of the way to let her inside.
"You have a beautiful home." Jenna said quietly when she entered the house. There was a stair case that spiraled upstairs to a big hallway with numerous doors. Downstairs she could see that the kitchen was back behind the stairs and looked huge.
There was living rooms on both sides of the house with a formal dining room on the left, and a bathroom and the garage entrance on the right.
"It works for me. It's a little big and a little lonely sometimes, but my sister and her kids come to visit sometimes and it's nice to have the room. There's a pool in the back yard they love." Rack said grinning at her.
"You have a sister?" Jenna asked as she followed him as he led her to the kitchen.
It was bigger than she thought when she walked in and saw the gigantic island with six barstools and then a fireplace and another sitting area on the other side. It had a small round table between the sitting area and the couches. It had a big screen TV hung on the wall and the couches looked worn. He also had an over-sized bean bag sitting in the center of the room.
"I didn't know they made bean bag chairs that big." Jenna said fascinated by it.
"It's awesome. What's your poison tonight, I remembered you liked martinis so I grabbed some Vodka this week. It's just straight vodka, I'm not a fancy drink maker. I have a couple different kinds of whiskey, rum and tequila." Rack told her as he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two shot glasses with Disney emblems on them.
"Are those from Disney Land?" Jenna asked, shocked then remembered to answer his question. "Vodka is fine with me."
"My sister sent them to me for Christmas last year after she took the kids to Disney." Rack told her, grabbing the tequila for himself and the vodka for her.
He poured each of them a shot with their chosen liquor and then he held up his shot glass.
"Cheers." He told her and downed the liquor quickly.
Jenna copied suit, and tried not to drool on herself, not using to taking shots of alcohol like that. She was a bit of a prissy drinker, used to sipping it in small amounts.
Her stomach felt the warm glow as it hit her stomach and she decided to go all out.
"Hit me up with another one." She told him putting her glass towards him. "I don't normally drink, but I think tonight I want some liquid courage."
Rack laughed. "Why do you need liquid courage? We won't do anything you don't want to do."
"That's the problem, there's a lot of things I want to do." Jenna told him staring him in the eyes as she took the second shot, this time she was more prepared. She handed him back the shot glass and waited for him to pour her a third shot.
"Okay then!" Rack said and poured her another shot and then took a second shot himself. Then he set the bottle of tequila to the side and watched her closely.
"I fantasized about you." Jenna told him as she pushed the shot glass towards him one final time. Rack raised a brow but filled it one more time. Jenna picked it up but didn't take it yet. She wanted to give herself a few minutes to see how the first shots back to back would affect her before she took a fourth.
She walked over to the living area and was looking at the bean bag chair when Rack came up behind her.
"Let's put that shot glass down so it doesn't spill or get broken. Drink it up and I'll take it to the counter for you." Rack said.
Jenna nodded and took the shot and handed it him, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
She watched him walk away and admired his ass in his jeans. They hugged his hips and bubble butt just right. It made her want to grab it.
Rack came back over to her and touched her face gently with the palm of his hand.
"I'm going to kiss you now Jenna." He whispered as he leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers.
Jenna sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist, realizing that despite her husband having been home at least twice in the last few weeks, he hadn't bothered to stop and have sex with her before leaving again.
Masturbation just wasn't good enough. She needed this. She needed him.
Eager and slightly intoxicated now, Jenna was aggressive with her hands. She started to pull his belt off his pants and undo his button and pull his zipper down.
"Whoa, slow down there tiger. We’ve got all night." Rack told her. He pushed her backwards until she fell into the bean bag chair and was surprised at how comfortable it was.
Jenna watched him pull his shirt off over his head while she kicked her sandals off to the side. He sunk down onto the carpet in front of her and grabbed one of her feet. He massaged it gently, taking his time and working his way up her leg. By the time he reached her upper thigh, Jenna was relaxed and moaning softly as his large hands massaged out all the stiffness in her muscles from wearing heels.
He worked his hand slowly up and under her dress until his knuckles brushed her thong. Jenna spread her legs wider and let her head fall back against the bean bag.
Rack rubbed his knuckles against her sensitive core, massaging in circles gently and then he leaned over her and kissed her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth.
With one hand up her skirt and the other hand supporting his weight on the bean bag he kissed her until she felt like her heart was going to pound right out of her chest.
Jenna ran her finger tips up and down his bare chest, rubbing her palms over his tiny nipples and then finished unzipping his jeans like she'd tried to do earlier.
Rack didn't stop kissing her. He'd kiss her cheek, chin and neck, going as low as her shoulder and collar bone then work his way back up to her mouth. Plunging his tongue between her lips as he kissed her harder he pushed the panties to the side and slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy.
She was so wet they slid easily back and forth. He used his thumb on the nub and worked two fingers inside her wet, warm, hole. Pushing herself against his hand she grinded herself against him as he muttered that he liked the way she felt and she was a good girl.
"I can feel you squeezing my fingers Jenna," He told her, kissing around the sides of her cheeks to her ears. He nibbled on her ears for a few moments while he started finger fucking her harder.
"That feels so good, please don't stop Rack." Jenna moaned and felt herself gush around his fingers as she squirted on his hand. Relaxed from the alcohol she normally held it back with her husband, but Rack groaned when she did it and it encouraged her to relax and do it again.
"God, that was so hot. I want you to do that on my face later." Rack told her grinning.
"I'm going to cum again, please don't stop, your thumb is just right." Jenna said, tensing all her muscles and holding her breath, feeling the familiar sensations creeping up and then it hit her hard. She saw bright flashy lights behind her eyelids as she jerked against his hand as her orgasm ripped through with an intensity she wasn't used to.
"That's a good girl," Rack muttered as he rammed his fingers into her over and over again. "Keep cumming for me."
Jenna thrashed her head side to side as she squirted down his hand and arm again as he found just the right spot inside her pussy with his fingers and massaged it hard.
"I'm going to fuck you now." Rack told her and he leaned back and still had his fingers inside of her. Working himself out of his jeans with his other hand, his gigantic cock was erect and hard and Jenna wanted to taste it, but she couldn't really move, her body was so relaxed she almost felt like she couldn't take deep breaths.
He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her juices on his cock and pulled her thong off with his other hand. Pushing her dress up around her hips he spread her legs and leaned over her. He pulled hard on the top of her sundress until the straps ripped and he bared her naked breasts before his eyes.
"Beautiful, perfect, firm, your breasts are one of the finest things I've ever seen." Rack told her as he sucked one of her dark chocolate nipples into his mouth.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips, letting it slide back and forth. Jenna thrust her hips until she took the tip of him inside her and wrapped her legs around his waist, she brought her arms up and tangled her hands in his hair as he continued to suck and kiss on her breasts.
He started to thrust inside of her, his hips rubbing up against hers, the abrasive material of his jeans left chafing on her tender skin but it felt good and rough. She liked it.
She ran her hands down his neck to his shoulders where she dug her nails into his skin as he pumped into her. His tongue lapped at the skin on the side of her breast as he switched sides, pressing kisses in a line across her chest until he reached the other nipple.
"Fuck me harder, please?" Jenna begged him, wanting to feel him take her faster and harder. He was so large she felt like she was going to explode from the sheer size of him. It felt so good, she just wanted more. She was so close to another orgasm. She grinded her hips up so that her clit pounded against the fleshy part of his groin with each thrust into her.
"Jenna, I'm going to cum." Rack told her after he fucked her for a few more minutes. He took her mouth with his again and kissed her hard. He reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat just enough to make her feel trapped and dominated but didn't push hard enough to cut off oxygen or blood flow.
Jenna screamed into his mouth as his groin rammed her clit over and over again and sent her into intense, explosive orgasm that her writhing underneath of him.
Rack groaned and shuddered on top of her a few times before almost collapsing on top of her. His cock jerked a few more times inside of her, and then he laid on top of her and used his arms to prop himself up and looked down at her.
"You want to do that again?" He grinned at her.
"You said you had a pool?" She asked.
"I have a hot tub too." Rack laughed and pulled himself out of her, stuffing himself back into his jeans.
Jenna momentarily realized they hadn't used protection, but then he started kissing her again and ripping the rest of her dress off and she got distracted and decided to worry about it later.
Tonight, she was going to be wild and wicked and do all the things a good girl wouldn't do.
Rack carried her out to the hot tub and they proceeded to make love all over the yard, his house and ended up in his bed when the sun started coming up.
"I want to see you again Jenna." Rack told her between kisses as he held her in his arms. "I have to go after someone later today, but I can get together again soon."