A Hotwife's Dark Adventure Book Two: Pleasure After Pain

By K.L. Davenport

With her husband’s blessing, an adventurous wife rekindles her passion with her dark-skinned lover. Lamar knows that his schedule doesn’t allow him to spend as much time with Karen as she wants, but he has the perfect alternative. His older stepbrother needs her assistance and, after a sexually-charged evening together, she agrees to accompany him on a business trip. Kevin is a large, muscular, and sophisticated black bull of a man with a keen interest in ropes and domination. Karen learns to obey his every command, even if it means exposing herself to strangers. She returns home as a changed woman, eager to bend her husband’s will to her own using the techniques learned from Kevin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.L. Davenport
• Release date: Oct 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463003015

K.L. Davenport

I’m a proud math nerd born and raised in the rolling red clay hills of Virginia’s beautiful piedmont country. Playing board games with friends over wine is my favorite pastime. I currently live on an old farm near Charlottesville with my family, a fierce, free-roaming beagle and two lazy cats.I didn’t intend to write erotica.I grew up loving books and reading. A few years ago, I decided to make productive use of my free time and took up writing as a hobby. I had an idea for a regular, vanilla, non-erotic fiction novel and thought it would be fun to try to type it out on my laptop. I quickly learned that I had no idea how much work it really takes to write consistently! It was an eye-opening experience, and my respect and appreciation for true authors increased dramatically.Although I initially enjoyed working on my story, it was a struggle to remain motivated on those after-work evenings and weekends. My novel took shape, but the process was painfully slow. Despite my good efforts and progress, I became discouraged.One morning, I woke from a good dream. An erotic dream. I distinctly remember weaving together the fantasy elements of the dream with the reality of my actual sexual experiences. Throughout the day my mind was on fire with sexual thoughts. That evening, instead of working on my novel, I decided to try to transcribe my lusty daydreams. If nothing else, it would be good practice in converting the images in my head into text.To my amazement, the words just stated pouring out onto the electronic page. I could barely type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. I temporarily set aside my novel to see if this fountain would exhaust quickly, but it didn’t. Not surprisingly, a story based on my own experience was much easier to write than my original fictional novel! Before I knew it, my new story equaled the size of my original novel and the word count kept increasing. Although it took more work than I originally anticipated, I determined to make the story both complete and satisfying. After nearly three years I was able to self-publish Echoes from a Kiss in 2016. It took four more years of squeezing my writing time between family obligations to publish Pleasure After Pain, the second book in my (mostly) autobiographical series.Thank you for considering my work. If you like interracial erotica then I’m confident that you will enjoy my books. I'm currently writing the third book in the series that will continue the tale of my intimate stories.

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A HOTWIFE’S DARK ADVENTURE

BOOK TWO

PLEASURE AFTER PAIN

By

K.L. Davenport

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PREFACE

I didn’t plan to write another book. Struggling through my first book was an exercise in self-therapy that allowed me to make sense of the lusts and desires echoing inside my head. I have a career in another field, I’m not a professional author, and I don’t plan to leave my current job to become a full-time writer. However, the satisfaction of completing that first book, coupled with persistent prodding from my husband and positive reviews from thoughtful readers, convinced me to open up my laptop once again.

I’ve found that I enjoy writing about my fantasies as well as my own actual experiences. Perhaps you will be able to separate the autobiographical components from the sexual side of my imagination! For those actual events that occurred, the names and places have been changed to protect individual anonymity.

Once again, I am obliged to thank KDT for the informal editing that you graciously provided. Donating your limited free time to review my steamy manuscripts is an act of true friendship.

This book is dedicated to my husband (who graciously introduced me to the term hotwife) and to those who kindly provided reviews on my first book – JoeyBan, AnnetJon, davedornier1, Jon Doern, and Andrew. I sincerely appreciate your comments, which inspired me to continue writing! Many thanks also to Eric Paulo for recommending my book. Thank you all for supporting my work.

KLD

Nelson County, Virginia

October 2020

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – The Wake-Up Call

Chapter 2 – Preparation

Chapter 3 – Events Set in Motion

Chapter 4 – Intimate Conversations

Chapter 5 – Lunch

Chapter 6 – First Meeting

Chapter 7 – A Memorable Evening

Chapter 8 – Arrival

Chapter 9 – Sex and Shopping

Chapter 10 – Dinner and Dessert

Chapter 11 – Practice Makes Perfect

Chapter 12 – Stars Above the Sand

Chapter 13 – Return

Chapter 14 – Progressions

Epilogue

Chapter 1 – The Wake-Up Call

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

- Vincent Van Gogh

The chirp of a familiar tone from my phone woke me from deep sleep. My pulse quickened with recognition of the sound even before my eyes opened. Lamar! I sat up in bed next to my sleeping husband and fumbled for the phone. Fully awake, I tapped the screen to read his text message.

>Saturday night?

Finally! It had been a long time, much too long for my liking, since I last saw Lamar. Although now a sophomore and rising basketball star at Virginia Tech, Lamar was a former student at the high school where I used to teach. Tall and muscular, with dark black skin, he was thoughtful and smart, not to mention extremely attractive.

Before I met Lamar, I wasn’t even aware that I had secretly carried a hidden fantasy about having sex with a black man. Growing up in Virginia, interracial sex was, to put it mildly, a taboo subject that was simply not permitted or even discussed in a good southern family. Although my appetite was whetted by a kiss I shared with one of the black athletes on the baseball team during my last year in high school, I successfully suppressed my fantasy, even to myself, throughout college and the early years of my marriage. Despite my best efforts to eliminate that secret desire after that fateful teenage kiss and become a normal, upstanding member of the community (whatever that is), my fantasy lurked unrecognized in the dark corners of my subconscious.

It was nearly two years ago when that fateful encounter with Lamar almost entirely destroyed my life. I was a razor’s edge away from losing my job and my husband, not to mention my sanity. At that time, my marriage with Brian was going through a rocky phase. Partly due to my husband’s heavy workload, but also from the accumulated stress and staleness of a normal marriage between two educated professionals. Our sex life had slowly evaporated over the five years of our marriage, and I had gone without satisfying sex for several months before I succumbed to desire while Brian was away on a business trip.

Lamar was one of my math tutoring students that year, and I’ll never forget that memorable day when I naïvely invited Lamar to my house because our usual tutoring spots were not available. His presence, my husband’s absence, and my recent lack of sex, allowed my suppressed fantasy to overwhelm my better judgement. I initiated contact with Lamar, and he responded just as eagerly to me. The sex that afternoon was unlike anything I had ever experienced, the taboo nature of our encounter and the hefty length and girth of his cock pushed me to heights that I never knew existed.

Immediately afterwards, I thought that exorcised the demon lurking within my subconscious and had gotten that particular fantasy out of my system. Nobody, especially my husband, would ever know what happened. Unfortunately (or fortunately, as it turned out later), Lamar had recorded our encounter using the video camera on his cell phone and immediately used it to blackmail me into submitting to more of his sexual needs. I was a teacher in Lamar’s school, and although Lamar was not one of my students (I just tutored him in math after school), that video could have destroyed my teaching career, humiliated me in front of my family, and possibly put me into jail. He used that video to set me on a path of infidelity that I didn’t know existed.

But to say that he forced me into having more sex with him isn’t quite true – that one encounter had rekindled my long-forgotten desire. In all honesty I secretly desired him as much as he wanted me. When we were apart, my guilt and shame bubbled up to the surface and I denied those lusts to myself. In our next meeting, I intended to resist his advances and let him know that I was a married woman. But those plans dissolved immediately under Lamar’s presence and touch. His thick, black, and uncircumcised cock, hanging so far down past his scrotum even when completely flaccid, ignited wild and desperate fantasies in me.

Lamar used his control over me, and my obvious lust after him, to break down the feeble, but obligatory, defenses that I threw into his path. He even invited Marcus, one of his teammates from the basketball team, to my house for an epic, lust-filled romp one evening that showed clearly to everyone in that room (especially me) the true person who existed inside. My own enjoyment of that night, and hopes for another encounter with the two of them, made it painfully clear to me that I could not return to my former familiar, monogamous, and dreadfully stale marriage with Brian.

When my husband returned from his trip, Lamar demonstrated directly to him both his control over me and the lengths to which I would go to please my new black lover. However, it was Brian who actually surprised me. It turned out that Lamar had guessed my husband’s secret correctly – the previous lack of sex between the two of us was a symptom that we were not truthfully communicating our true desires to each other. One of Brian’s hidden fantasies actually matched my own. It turned out that my own husband secretly pictured his wife having sex with a black man. It was a private lust that he kept to himself and nurtured during his late-night stress-relief voyages to the dark corners of the internet after I had gone to sleep. Little did I know - I thought that Brian was just putting in more time on one of his work projects , but in reality he was secretly pleasuring himself to images of black men taking white women.

With his fantasy come to life right in front of him, although not in the way that he imagined, my husband became conflicted. Seeing Lamar fuck me right in front of him, and watching how I submitted myself so eagerly to Lamar’s desires, raised his arousal to a level that was nothing like he had ever experienced before. However, Brian had been taught about normal, monogamous, Christian marriages from an early age and having his wife taken by another man, let alone a black man, broke many of those tenets (although the startlingly high rate of infidelity in America suggests that the idea of a normal marriage is more of an idealistic popular projection than actual reality).

His caution overwhelmed by curiosity and desire, Brian gave me his permission and my affair blossomed into a new life experience that unexpectedly spread to engulf one of my closest friends and a member of Brian’s family before I managed to turn the tables on Lamar and blackmail him into returning that video file to me. That I was also able to extract some additional revenge upon Lamar for some of the humiliations he had forced onto me was just icing on the cake. My new relationship with my husband and my lover evolved into something completely fulfilling to each of us. As my surprised husband discovered, having sex with Lamar wasn’t something that was going to reduce the amount of sex that I had with my husband. In fact, we started having more sex, even more than we had in those blissful, heady days right after we first met. When Lamar was around, my need for sex (yes, need is the correct word) was catapulted to a new level – I needed more sex from my husband in addition to sex from Lamar.

For a few months during that memorable summer, my life existed on a sexual plane that I never knew existed. Unfortunately, Lamar headed off to college in August. I knew that our relationship would decline steadily as Lamar’s classwork (and new girlfriends, I suspected) began to occupy more of his time. Although I traveled down to Blacksburg for a few weekends that first year, and Lamar and I spent a glorious two weeks together over the following summer, our rendezvous became more and more infrequent. As we drifted apart, Marcus filled the role of my lover for a time, but he didn’t create the same degree of arousal inside me. In my dispassionate, after-the-fact, analysis, I found it interesting that Marcus didn’t exude the same comfortable degree of command that flowed effortlessly from Lamar. Lamar was a natural leader, a true alpha male, and I hungered for whatever sexual command he directed to me. Marcus was a follower. He was a good kid, a capable and athletic lover, but he didn’t dominate me the way I secretly craved. It just wasn’t part of his nature.

Then Marcus moved to Texas about five months ago, and my extramarital dalliances evaporated. My sex life with Brian remained elevated for a few weeks with the residual thrills from my last visits with Marcus, but then slipped as we returned to our old, comfortable, and ultimately boring routines. Without an external force to inject sexual energy into our relationship, our attention focused on the normal, mundane, everyday, and necessary components of a working marriage.

And now, my persistent prayers were answered. Lamar was reaching out to me just at the right time. It was several weeks ago, before the busyness of the Christmas holiday, when Brian and I last had sex and these days my desires were searching for an outlet.

>For you? Absolutely. I hoped that my texts didn’t sound too eager. >What time?

>After dinner.

That would be perfect. Images of Lamar’s heavy black cock with both of my hands circled around his shaft flashed through my mind as I texted him back.

>I’ll be ready. See you then!

My imagination was racing with delight as I collapsed back onto my pillow. Without conscious thought, my right hand drifted down the black tee shirt I wore to bed. Faint electric trails of my fingertips traced between my breasts, along the centerline of my stomach, and then underneath the elastic waistband of my cotton pyjama bottoms. My fingers parted the short curls of pubic hair before slipping between my legs. I was going to have to shave or wax that hair before Lamar arrived, I thought absent-mindedly as one finger slipped between my labia and into the slippery wetness created by my thoughts of Lamar. He liked me bare down there, and I was more than happy to oblige his indulgence.

My back arched slightly as I circled the now-slippery finger around my most pleasurable spot. Slowly at first, and then with increasing frequency as my imagination flashed images of Lamar kissing me, caressing me, taking me willingly. I inserted my finger deep inside again to re-lubricate and then returned to vigorously rub the sensitive side of my clitoris. My left hand slipped under my shirt to caress and pinch the stone-hard nipple on my breast. I turned my head on the pillow to look at Brian resting peacefully on his back, chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of someone enjoying a deep sleep, completely oblivious to the sexual dynamo raging next to him.

Thoughts of taking Lamar’s thick cock into my mouth and then between my legs flooded my brain, increasing the fire inside. I needed to feel Brian inside me. I needed it now, right away.

Sorry honey, I whispered, but I’ve got to wake you up. I promise you’ll like it. I rolled next to him and slid my hands under the covers. I deftly slipped his flaccid penis out through the slit in his pyjamas and slid down next to his torso. My mind was in raging heat, so this was not going to be a slow and languorous build up – I needed to have him erect quickly.

I took him wholly into my mouth and began sucking his cock rapidly, with one hand gently cupping his testicles. His penis began to stiffen almost immediately and I moved my hand from his scrotum to his now-slick-shaft. He stirred and bed and groaned softly while throwing his forearm over his eyes as I continued to work on him.

Determining that he was erect enough, I wriggled out of my pyjama bottoms and mounted him in one quick motion, guiding him to slide easily into my wetness. As I pulled my tee shirt over my head I saw that he was now mostly awake and looking up at me with sleepy surprise mixed with building excitement. His hands automatically went to my hips as I began to thrust myself up and down on his cock. I reached down, pulled his hand up to my chin, and took one of his fingers in my mouth while keeping my eyes locked on his.

That must have been Lamar, right? asked Brian sleepily. I nodded in response to his rhetorical question with an evil grin.

You thinking about him? he questioned me, knowing the answer.

I nodded again, sucking on his fingers as I gyrated on his torso, keeping his member lodged in my wetness.

I suppose he’s coming to visit? grunted my husband in response to my ministrations.

Mmm hmm, I moaned affirmatively, swirling my tongue arounds his fingertips.

You can’t wait for him to get here, can you? You’re thinking about having sex with him?

Yes, I murmured.

He took his fingers from my mouth and tore off his shirt. Then he grasped my hips firmly to hold me in place and began thrusting his cock as deep as he could, my excitement now transferred to him.

I shook my hair back from my face while sliding my hand down between my legs to accelerate the building orgasm within me. Quick movements of my fingers sent powerful waves of pleasure through my pelvis. Recognizing the unstoppable approach to climax, I tossed my head back and put my hands on his chest so I could grind my hips directly onto his pelvis. The deep friction transmitted directly to my clitoris.

Oh yeah, Brian, I groaned, lost in the moment. That’s it, right there. Right there! Oh God, that feels fantastic!

He grunted and increased his tempo, pounding me as deeply as he could from his supine position beneath me. A low growl escaped from my lips as I looked up at the ceiling and felt the pressure of the orgasm build inside. I kept it controlled until it couldn’t be resisted anymore. My muscles relaxed for a moment and the surge washed powerfully over me. I writhed and gyrated on my husband, overcome with the raw pleasure of the moment. His fingers clawed into my thighs as he thrust upwards into me, trying to keep in sync with my motions.

As the waves of pleasure receded, I dropped my head down, wrapped my fingers into his hair, and thrust my tongue into his mouth. Brian slowed, but didn’t stop, and I sensed that his orgasm wasn’t too far behind mine. Although my hunger for sex was temporarily satiated, the feeling of my husband’s bare chest against mine stirred my arousal again. We kissed with passion, his hands rubbing my back between my shoulder blades.

Now it was Brian’s turn, and he deserved to be rewarded for being so good when I forced my lust upon him. My knees were starting to ache from this position, but I was more than willing to endure a little discomfort to make my husband happy. I pressed myself tightly against him and forcefully drove my pelvis rhythmically onto his sex, the slapping sound of our flesh connecting violently echoed sharply around our bedroom. He responded instantly with a groan of pleasure.

You’re such a good husband, I whispered throatily into his ear. I love to feel you inside of me when I fantasize about Lamar.

My husband’s imagination was much more of a turn-on for him than any sexy outfit that I could wear. The secret key to his instant arousal involved imagining or, better yet, watching, his wife have sex with another man, preferably a well-endowed black athlete.

Lamar’s coming over Saturday night, I continued, and I can’t wait to wrap my hands around his thick, black cock. Brian’s muscles began to tense and his back stiffened, a sure sign on his impending explosion into me. The signs of his pleasure affected me, and I began to accelerate towards climax again. I ground my groin in a circular motion directly onto his member to increase the sensations rushing through me.

He’s going to shove that unbelievable cock of his into me, and you’re going to watch him do it. You’re going to watch every inch disappear inside.

That was apparently the final cue that his imagination needed, for no sooner did I finish then his member swelled and released into me.

Oh, God! he snarled through clenched teeth. Oh yes, Karen! His eyes were shut tightly as ecstasy washed over his face. He didn’t see my hand disappear again between my legs and, as his contractions died down, I drove myself over the edge again. Not as powerful as the first time, but still gorgeously satisfying.

We cooled together until his softening penis slipped out of me on its own accord. A seep of warm liquid escaped from between my legs onto Brian’s lower belly. I slid out of bed, stretching my legs to restore circulation, and walked to the bathroom to clean myself. Brian followed a moment later, wiping his stomach with a wad of tissues from the box on the nightstand. He stood next to me at the sink, watching as I rubbed my pubic area with a warm wet washcloth to remove the dripping fluids.

Remember when you used to clean me off after sex? Brian asked.

I certainly did remember. Lamar had forced me into that habit against my will at first, but then I found myself eagerly cleaning his sex after our carnal adventures. I began to relish the scent of his sperm mixed with my fluids and the heaviness of his thick cock as I moved it from side to side to clean it thoroughly. I continued the tradition with Brian for some time after Lamar moved down to college, but found that it didn’t have the same primeval allure with my husband. After a time, we drifted back into the familiar, and practical, routine of self-cleaning after sex.

Yes, of course, I responded.

Why don’t you do that for me anymore?

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t want to get into the details, which would likely end up in an unproductive comparison of sex between Lamar and Brian. It was late and not the time for psychoanalysis. I turned and put my arms around Brian’s shoulders, drawing his naked body next to mine.

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