Hello everyone, my name is Kim and im a married 34 year old brunette, dark eyed woman. I’d describe my self as curvy. Those of you who’ve read my first two stories will already know what this is about me and Jayden.
I only got close to him twice. Both times we kissed, and I gave him a hand job, nothing more. These moments became the stories All Because of Tara and All Because of Tara: The Next Encounter.
Two weeks passed. In that time, Jayden kept liking my pictures and sending teasing DMs. I’d always reply short, “Sorry, Jayden, I’m married, let’s leave it.” But he wouldn’t drop it.
He’d remind me, “In the toilets, when I wanted you, you said not here.”
He was right, in the toilets in the shopping centre I did say that, and he had a point but I had to say “I know… I was turned on, I shouldn’t have said that.”
The truth is, I left him hanging, but inside… I thought about it more than I wanted to admit. Every night it was running though my mind.
One evening Tara came round to mine. We poured drinks, got comfortable, and started chatting. Naturally, I asked about her and Alex.
She shrugged, smirking. “We’re not together. Just… sex. No strings. He’s always on it though, I can’t keep up. Honestly Kim, he’s so got such a big cock. Stamina for days. And he spoils me; look at this.” She held up her wrist, showing off a Tiffany bracelet. “He bought me that last week.”
I nodded politely, but in my mind I thought, Jayden’s the same. I had no plans on telling her about what happened at the shopping centre. That secret was staying with me.
Then she turned it on me. “What about you and Jayden?”
At first, I resisted. “Nothing, Tara.”
She wouldn’t let it go. “Don’t lie. I know something happened. Go on.”
I sighed, then gave in. “Okay, okay… that night we went back to theirs… I gave him a hand job.”
“You slag!” she laughed, smacking my shoulder. We both burst out laughing.
“Is that all?” she pressed.
I bit my lip. “We kissed too… but that’s it.”
I didn’t mention the shopping mall.
Tara shook her head with a grin. “Go on girl. To be fair though, Jayden was fit.”
I was thinking “I know,” in my head.
The drinks kept flowing, the convo kept rolling.
That night, when Tara left and I was alone, I checked my phone.
A new DM from Jayden. “Still thinkin’ about you.”
Then, almost straight after, he sent me a picture.
He was sitting by the pool at one of those famous private members’ clubs. My jaw dropped. Wow. That place was so exclusive I’d read about it in magazines before. You couldn’t just walk in, you had to be invited, and even then the membership was rumoured to be £5,000 just to sign up and there was an outrageous monthly fee too. Only the real VIPs went there.
I stared at the picture, a little starstruck, and liked it. Moments later, another message came through.
“Why don’t we come here one day together?”
None of my friends had ever been there, though we all used to talk about it. Part of me was saying 'no way, too dangerous,' but the other side, the side that remembered his eyes on me, the way he carried himself, that side really wanted to go.
So I typed back, “I hope you’re not expecting anything in return.”
His reply came quick, “No. I just really, really like you and your company. I want you to enjoy yourself too.”
I froze, unsure what to type back. Excitement coursed through me, a wild mix of wanting to go and wanting to stay. In the end, I chose silence and didn’t reply that day.
It was Wednesday when Jayden sent that picture, and I couldn’t get it out of my head all night.
The next morning, Thursday, I had breakfast with my husband before he left for work. As soon as the door shut behind him, I laid back on the sofa, my phone in my hand, staring at our chat.
I glanced down at the Cartier watch on my wrist, a gift from Jayden and felt a flutter in my chest. The club he’d invited me to was one of the most exclusive in the country, a place I’d always dreamed of seeing. I knew part of me shouldn’t go, but he was so sweet, so attentive, such a gentleman and I couldn’t resist. In the end, I decided to go
I typed the words: Ok, I’ll come with you.
But I didn’t hit send straight away. I waited. Five minutes of building up the excitement, my heart racing and then finally, I pressed send.
Ten minutes later, his reply lit up the screen.
He was so happy.
“Saturday?” he asked.
My stomach dropped. Saturdays were my husband’s only day off and the one day we always spent together, no matter what. Bless him, he worked so hard. I couldn’t take that day away from him.
So I wrote back, “Sorry, but can do Sunday?”
“Yes,” he replied instantly. “Makes no difference.”
Then came the next question, “Should I come pick you up from yours?”
I felt my pulse quicken. Too risky. Too close.
“No,” I replied. “I’ll meet you in town, and we’ll go from there.”
He accepted without hesitation.
Saturday came and went quietly. My husband and I went to the cinema, came home early, had dinner, made love, then went to bed. It felt like a normal night, but in the back of my mind, Sunday was waiting.
On Sunday morning, he left the house at around 10am. As soon as the door closed, I grabbed my phone and messaged Jayden What time should we meet?
“Be in town by 1pm latest,” he replied.
“Ok,” I typed back, my stomach already fluttering.
I headed straight for the shower. I shaved everywhere, making sure my skin was soft and smooth. This wasn’t just any outing, it was a private members’ club. VIPs. The kind of place you only ever read about. I had to look my best.
In the bedroom, I laid my outfit out carefully. A long black leather skirt, paired with a white armless crop top. Classy but with a hint of sexy, showing just enough cleavage. Green bra and green matching French knickers underneath. I straightened my hair until it fell sleek and perfect, then applied my makeup, subtle, but polished. I wanted elegance, with a touch of temptation.
I spritzed on some perfume and slid my Versace shades over my eyes. I chose an outfit that hinted at my curves, showing just enough cleavage to feel sexy, yet keeping the overall look elegant and classy. Standing in front of the mirror, I smiled at my reflection, feeling confident and ready for the day ahead.
I packed my handbag, but also slipped a black bikini and a towel into a small shopping bag, just in case. The pool there was famous, and with the heat pushing thirty degrees, I couldn’t resist being prepared.
By 12:30, I was in an Uber, heading into town. I stopped at Costa for a coffee while I waited. I got a DM.
“Where you?”
“At Costa,” I replied.
Ten minutes later, Jayden walked in. Jeans, a Gucci t-shirt, fresh white Air Forces. For some reason, I’d always loved seeing a guy in white Air Forces. My husband never wore them, but on Jayden, they looked perfect. A Rolex glinted on his wrist. He looked so fit, smooth chocolate skin, broad shoulders, a strong jawline, and muscles that looked natural, not overdone. He had no facial hair, just a hint of stubble under his chin.
He leaned in, gave me a quick peck. “Hello Kim.”
“Hello,” I smiled back.
“You look gorgeous, as always.”
I felt my cheeks warm. “Thanks.”
He ordered himself a coffee, then glanced at me with that cheeky grin. “Shall we go?”
“Yes,” I said, my heart racing a little.
We walked out together, heading to his car. A black BMW 3 Series, clean, sharp. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the front seat. As he drove, we made small talk, his compliments slipping in here and there, easy and confident.
The drive was about forty minutes, and before long we pulled into the club’s private car park. Only a handful of cars there, all Ferraris and other luxury models. The kind of line up that made me feel worlds away from my usual life.
“Doesn’t look busy,” Jayden said casually. “Probably because it’s Sunday.”
He parked up, came round to open my door again. We walked together towards the entrance, where two men in suits stood waiting. Jayden flashed his membership card smoothly. “This lady,” he said, pointing at me, “is my guest.”
With a nod, they stepped aside, and just like that, we were in.
The moment we stepped inside, I was stunned.
The main hall stretched out before us, polished marble floors gleaming under chandeliers, gold detailing across the walls, everything so elegant, so classy, so far from anything I’d ever experienced. Oh my god, I thought. I can’t believe I’m in a place like this.
For a split second I wanted to take a picture, just to show my friends. But then I froze, what would I even say if they asked how I got in here? So I kept my phone tucked away, storing the memory in my head instead.
We grabbed a light snack first, then Jayden led me around for the grand tour. Every corner seemed more impressive than the last. Then we stepped outside, into gardens that seemed endless, acres and acres of perfectly kept green.
“This is the golf area,” he said, smiling, before picking up a club. I laughed, admitting I had no clue how to play. That was all the invitation he needed.
“Come on, I’ll show you,” he said, moving behind me. His arms slid around mine, guiding my hands onto the grip. His chest pressed lightly against my back, his breath warm against my neck as he adjusted my stance and I could feel his cock behind me pressing against my ass. It was hard to concentrate on hitting the ball when all I could feel was the size of his cock.
I swallowed hard, pretending to focus. We hit a few balls, laughed about how bad I was, and moved on.
Inside, we found a room with old Atari machines and played like a pair of kids, the atmosphere light and easy. Time slipped by quickly until Jayden suggested we eat properly.
“This place has four floors of food,” he said. “Let’s go up.”
We ended up on the second floor, where seafood was the speciality. The dining room was just as stunning as the rest of the club, and as we sat waiting for our plates, the compliments started again.
“If you was my woman,” he said, shaking his head, “I’d never let you lift a finger. You’d be spoiled every day. You don’t even know how amazing you are, Kim. Your face, your body, your energy. I have never seen such an ass on any woman my whole life, you're so perfect . I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I lowered my eyes, flustered. My cheeks warmed as I tried to brush it off, but the smile betrayed me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling shy, flattered and more drawn in than ever.
After dinner, we had a few cocktails and wandered more through the club. Every corner we explored made my head spin and the grandeur, the elegance, the exclusivity. It was an experience I’d never forget.
“Should we go swimming?” Jayden asked casually, a playful smile on his face.
“Yes,” I said, feeling a rush of excitement. I’d brought my bikini just for this, and the thought of it made the day feel even more special.
He led me to the top floor, where the pool awaited. The view from the hallway was incredible and the water glimmered under the sunlight streaming in from the large windows, and I could see there weren’t many people around.
“This is where you change,” he said, pointing toward a small area for women, before showing me the pool itself. I caught a glimpse and felt my excitement spike.
“I’m going to get changed and meet you at the pool then,” I said.
“Ok,” he replied, his voice low and easy.
I stepped into the changing area, carefully taking off my clothes. I pulled out my black bikini, it had been a while since I’d worn it, and it was a little tight, but it would do. No one was around, so I didn’t worry.
I put on the top first, then the string bikini bottom, adjusting it carefully. It was minimal, showing off most of me. My tits were about to explode from my top and my ass literally ate up the string bikini. I studied my reflection for a moment. Not bad, I thought, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
With a deep breath, I slung the small towel over my shoulder and started walking toward the pool, feeling the anticipation of the afternoon ahead.
When I reached the pool, Jayden was leaning casually against one of the sun loungers. The second he saw me, his eyes widened.
“Wowwwww,” he breathed. Taking his shades off.
“You’re exaggerating,” I said, cheeks heating up as I blushed.
“No, no, no fucking hell,” he said, shaking his head, clearly impressed. “You are sooo damn sexy.” Checking me up and down.
I smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
He was wearing black Hugo Boss swimming trunks and black Crocs, looking effortless yet confident.
We grabbed a couple of cocktails and settled into the loungers, enjoying the sun and the view.
We sipped on plenty of Pornstar Martini cocktails, my favourite, and started laughing as the sweet, fruity drinks hit the spot. After that, we threw back tequila shots with lemon and salt. The drinks loosened us up, and the playful, flirtatious energy between us was electric
Then, he leaned closer with that familiar grin. “Should we swim?”
“Ok,” I replied, excitement bubbling up.
The water was cold at first, making me shiver, but soon I got used to it. The pool was massive, crystal clear, and perfect. We started swimming, play fighting a little, splashing each other and laughing. At one point, he even tried to wrestle me underwater, his hands on my ass, making jokes in the water, and laughing.
The whole time, the pool was almost empty. Just one young guy behind the bar, scrolling on his phone, barely noticing us. We swam for a while, then grabbed another round of cocktails, sipping by the edge, before jumping back into the water to continue our little playful battle.
It was fun, freeing, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist, it was just the sun, the water, and the mischievous glances we kept exchanging.
I was slowly starting to feel the alcohol hit me. My head felt light, a dizzy, floaty sensation that made everything a little more exciting and fun. The whole place seemed to sway gently, and even though I was a little unsteady I was still ok
After a while, I swam to the edge of the pool, where the view of the city stretched out before me. The lights, the skyline, everything looked breath-taking.
Jayden swam over and stood next to me. “Amazing, isn’t it?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I murmured, still caught up in the moment.
He stood close behind me, I could feel he had an erection and he’s cock was rubbing against my ass, his presence warm and electric. I could feel the tension between us, that mix of thrill and danger and it made my heart race. He wrapped his arms around me, leaning close, whispering compliments that made me blush and shiver.
He was so toned and ripped, every line and muscle standing out. Seeing him wet made it even more striking, the way his muscles moved naturally, the effortless strength and confidence he carried. He looked incredibly strong, every muscle defined and effortless.
We lingered there, teasing and playing in the water, enjoying the closeness and the thrill of being alone in such a luxurious place, then I felt one of his hands on my ass, he slid my string bikini aside, just enough for his fingers to slip inside and started rubbing my pussy.
Then he stuck one finger in, then two and started fingering me. It felt incredible, the moment he entered his two fingers, it was pure fire. This was as far as he was going to go I thought, maybe he just wanted me to feel good. Surely he couldn’t go any further. I decided to just enjoy the moment. As his fingers worked, and I soaked in the view, he pressed small, gentle kisses along my shoulders, making shivers run through me.
He murmured, “Kim, I want you so much.” Though he always said that, I was used to it. But then he removed his hands. I assumed he wanted to stop until I felt him pressing his cock against me. Surely not, I thought. He’s just teasing me or is he?
My heart was racing a hundred times a minute, but for some reason, I stayed completely silent.
I couldn’t utter a single word, as if I’d swallowed my tongue, I just couldn’t speak.
Maybe it was the shock, maybe the arousal, I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth.
I stood there, frozen, waiting to see what he would do next. My silence must have made him braver and he must of took it as a sign.
He shifted my string bikini just enough, for his cock to slide through . I felt his cock against my pussy.
I felt the head first, and I knew it was huge.
Maybe he was just horny too I thought and I couldn’t blame him, I did have a really big ass. Since college, it’s always been my best asset, all my friends and partners had said the same. And there he was, in that rooftop pool, eyes on the view with my ass in right in front of him.
I wanted to say stop, but something inside me wouldn’t let me. It felt so wrong. I knew he was about to take me, and yet I didn’t move, didn’t stop him. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I speak? I knew full well where this was heading, and I couldn’t believe just how bold he was.
My heart was racing a hundred times a minute, but for some reason, I stayed completely silent.
I couldn’t utter a single word, as if I’d swallowed my tongue, I just couldn’t speak.
Maybe it was the shock, maybe the arousal, I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth.
I stood there, frozen, waiting to see what he would do next. My silence must have made him braver and he must of took it as a sign.
I felt the head first, and I knew it was huge. Then he started to push in. When he was halfway, I was already gone, but then when he put all of it in, it felt incredible, maybe because the first two times we’d been so close with nothing happening. The wait was finally over. He started going in and out and fucking me very slowly, because he didn’t want to make the water splash. He was way bigger than my husband, I felt a little ache, but it was mostly pure pleasure.
At first, I was incredibly tense, but slowly, I began to relax, letting myself be carried along by the closeness and warmth of the moment. Bit by bit, I slowly let my body relax.
His cock was so huge. I felt him press deep, all the way up to my guts with every stroke. I couldn’t help arching my back slightly to make it easier for him. I could feel his balls hit against my ass every time he was going in and out. The thrill of almost getting caught sent a rush of adrenaline through me. There I was, in a luxurious pool with an incredible view, Jayden behind me fucking me slowly. He was fucking me really slow, trying to not make the water splash. I could feel him deep inside me, my body felt stretched.
His hands pressed tightly against my waist, holding me firmly as he moved with a steady rhythm.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted an older couple entering the pool area and settling by the lounges.
He was just finding his rhythm when I whispered for him to stop.
At first, he didn’t listen and kept going. I said again, “Jayden, please,” and he stopped. If he had gone on any longer, I knew I was going to cum “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Look, there are people here now,” I said. He smirked, “They won’t notice a thing, trust me,”
Then he leaned close, his voice low and tempting. “You’ve got your bikini on… no one will see. We’re far from the lounges, no one will notice.” Every word sent a shiver down my spine, making it even harder to resist
I whispered, “No, please, it’s too risky.” He sighed and pulled it out, looking so disappointed. I had just let him enter me and didn’t let him finish, yet he was so understanding. We swam back to the lounges, the tension between us still electric.
We settled back on the loungers, the sun beginning to dip lower in the sky. Jayden looked disappointed, his shoulders slightly slumped.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “We can’t do that when people are here. Plus, you said you weren’t expecting anything in return.”
He nodded, keeping his head down, accepting it, though the look in his eyes still betrayed how let down he felt.
As the afternoon wound down, we both showered and changed back into our normal clothes. We had a few drinks, chatting and laughing. The tension between us still lingered, our bodies ached for each other, drawn together with a need that words couldn’t hide. He wanted me, that much was clear. I was still on the fence, torn inside. And even if part of me did want him, I knew I couldn’t let him see it.
It was nearing 11 p.m., and he was about to drive me home. He was careful, dropping me just a couple of roads down so it wouldn’t look obvious.
Before I stepped out of the car, we shared a long, passionate make out session. It was intense, teasing, and electric but that was it, nothing more.
“Thank you for today,” I said softly, brushing my hand over his cheek. “You really made me feel like a princess.”
That made him smile, the kind of smile that showed he was proud of himself. “When can I see you again?” he asked.
I smirked, teasing him. “DM me…” I whispered,
Before I left the car, I turned to Jayden and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about today,” I said firmly.
He looked confused for a moment. “Not even Alex?”
“Especially not Alex,” I said quickly. “I don’t want Tara finding out. This stays between us, no one else can know.”
He nodded, his jaw tight, and for a second I could see the frustration in his face. He wanted more, he wanted to brag even, but instead he sighed and said, “Alright, it’s our secret.”
When I got home, my mind kept replaying what had happened. We fucked right there in the swimming pool. Even though it only lasted a couple of minutes, and neither of us came, the thought of it consumed me.
My mind was spinning. It felt completely different now, I had let him fuck me, and I’d never experienced anything like it. Suddenly, I understood the reputation: black men really are enormous.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Jayden and how fit, toned, and confident he was, compared to my husband, who was decent-looking but had a belly and wasn’t quite as generous. Plus my husband wasn’t nearly as big as him probably only half of Jayden’s size. Jayden’s cock was also so much bigger, It had a huge head, and it was wide and incredibly long. I mean, really, really long. When he was inside me, I could feel him deep in my guts, every inch pressing and stretching me.
In total, he was only inside me for two minutes at most, we didn’t fuck for very long, but every single second felt amazing. It felt incredible, with just a hint of pain. I could feel it deep inside, like it was pressing up to my guts. I’d never taken anything so big before, it was stretching me in ways I’d never experienced
I couldn’t stop thinking, what if that old couple hadn’t come up and we hadn’t stopped? The thought of fully giving myself to him made me ache with desire. This was the third time I’d been with him, and when I finally let him inside me, it only lasted a few minutes but every second was scorching, driving me wild. He didn’t come, and neither did I even though I was very close, leaving me aching and desperate for more, every nerve in my body humming with unfulfilled desire.
I jumped in the shower, then waited for my husband in my black nightie.
I still couldn’t stop thinking about Jayden’s body the way his muscles looked carved, the way his lips felt against mine. My husband had always been decent looking, but Jayden was on another level. And then there was his cock; something I could never ignore no matter how hard I tried.
Twice before, he had me exactly where he wanted me. The first time, back at Alex’s house with Tara when I’d been drunk, vulnerable, and he still listened when I told him 'no'.
The second time, he had me bent over in the toilets, my ass in full view, nothing on me but my little thong. He stood right behind me, where he wanted me, ready to take what he’d been waiting for. And yet, when I said stop, he stopped. Any other I know for defo wouldn’t have listened to me, but Jayden respected me
And today? Today was different. Today he was inside me. For those few moments, we were actually fucking. He listened again when I said stop, but he had every right not to and that’s what made it worse. He was such a gentleman, such a sweetheart. Every part of me felt like he deserved more, like I should have given myself fully to him.
But then reality always hit me. I was married. I had a husband who loved me, who did everything for me. And there I was, torn in two, between the stability of my home and the wild, irresistible pull of Jayden.
As soon as my husband came in, I kissed him and led him to the bedroom. We kissed passionately before I bent down in front of him, wanting to be taken doggy style, just like Jayden had me earlier. When I bent over and offered my ass, my husband’s eyes widened and he didn’t hesitate, he was so easy. He slid his trousers down, eased himself inside me slowly, holding me by the waist as he started moving in and out inside me.
His size felt small after experiencing Jayden’s, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes, taking myself back to that moment in the pool. As my husband moved in and out behind me, I pictured it was Jayden, letting my mind wander. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. Being with my husband felt completely different from Jayden. With Jayden, I felt like my body was going to split apart but with my husband, it was just, okay. Nothing special. He came very quickly, and so did I, maybe because my mind couldn’t stop wandering back to Jayden.
Then I felt so bad for comparing them. I shouldn’t be comparing my husband and Jayden. My husband was loving, caring, and we had been through so much together. He had always been there for me, steady and devoted.
Jayden, on the other hand, was this young, fit, black guy who was effortlessly attractive. He made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the world, and he carried himself with such charm and respect. A true gentleman.
Even though part of me was drawn to that excitement, I couldn’t ignore the guilt creeping in.
While my husband was hugging me, I thought to myself what happened today shouldn’t have happened. I was grateful it hadn’t gone all the way. The rush, the temptation, it had been intense, but it reminded me of where my priorities needed to be. I decided then to focus on my marriage, on the man who loved me and had been there through everything.
