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They held each other for a time, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her. Dixie had gotten some sleep after she’d left the radio station, but she was already spent. Daniel was exhausted and nodded off. Dixie eased herself out of the bed, put on her robe and went to the kitchen to finish making breakfast. Her man could sleep, and whenever he awoke his meal would be ready.—-When Daniel awoke it was after eleven. Dixie was gone, but left him a note. It said that she’d gone to church and his breakfast was warming in the oven. Eat your meal, get a shower, make yourself at home, she’d be back as soon as she could, and then they’d whip up some dessert. In the bedroom.The breakfast was piled high on a wide plate and having not eaten for seventeen hours, he wolfed down every succulent morsel. Cheesy scrambled eggs, hominy, bacon, biscuits and gravy, coffee and juice. He cleaned up, washed the dishes, took a shower, brushed his teeth with his fingers. He didn’t want to put his soiled clothes back on, funky from dried sweat and blowjob residue, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the couch and started perusing Ebony Magazine. He had just finished an article about Bill Cosby when he heard footsteps on the stairs, and Dixie came in through the kitchen.She looked fabulous all dolled-up in her Sunday best. She wore a snug, blue, figure-flattering pencil dress which covered her curves like paint, and matching heels. A cross hanging on a gold chain sparkled against her coffee skin above the V-neck. Daniel rose from the sofa and knew his penis wouldn’t be far behind. He walked to her, the towel loose around his waist.“Damn, girl, you look hot,” he said. “Good enough to eat.”“Sounds like a plan,” she said.She came into his arms and his towel fell to the floor. They kissed like it had been years, not hours.“How was church?”“Okay. I really didn’t want to go today, but I knew if I didn’t , Mamma would give me shit. You know, with a man in my room, and all. Living this close can be a pain in the ass sometimes. So I went to church, but left a little early. Wanted to get back here. I was happy when I saw your van was still parked outside.”“You kidding? Me, leave? And miss out on dessert? I couldn’t pass up a Chocolate Sunday.” He traced his fingers along her shoulders, down her back until they caressed her ass. He kissed her nose. “I bet every man in that congregation had a hard-on when they watched you walk out.”“Hmm,” she cooed. “Only one hard-on I care about.” Her hand dove between his thighs and felt his growing member. “Dessert?”“Dessert.”They went to her bedroom. Daniel sat on the bed, his dick at full-staff, and watched Dixie disrobe. She kicked off her heels, stepped out of her dress and hung it carefully on a hanger in the closet. Off came her bra and the chain. She stepped closer and stood directly in front of him.“Can you help me with this?” she asked, her thumb inside her panties.Daniel reached out and slowly lowered the white panties down ankara travesti her long, bronze legs. He tugged her closer and stuck his nose into her African bush. He licked her lips, which were already wet with anticipation. He slipped his tongue into her, and craned his neck to get it in as far as possible. Dixie squealed with delight and dug her fingertips into his scalp.She stood moaning on wobbly legs as he licked her out and then he sucked on her clit, now puffed and ready. Soon she realized it was monsoon season down below and she needed something to dam up the flood. It was time to put Daniel’s cock in there. She eased his head away from her crotch. She bent down and kissed him and tasted herself in his mouth, while taking his cock in her hand and lowering her cunt to its tip. She lowered herself, sat on his lap, feeding the cock into her open snatch.In a heartbeat, Dixie was slamming up and down like a jackhammer. Daniel lifted his groin and jabbed his cock into her, matching her movements, and held her waist firmly. He didn’t want her to raise up too high because his cock might slip out and then her body could slam down straight on the head of his straight penis. That could hurt and she might break it.On the edge of the bed they sat facing each other, their tongues embedded, her pumping cunt full of pounding cock, fucking and fucking and fucking until something had to give.They both gave at the same time. After minutes of hard, midday lovemaking they unleashed together, and kept up their synchronized romp until both were done. They smiled and together collapsed onto the bed in laughter.—-They stayed in bed through the afternoon. They did it all. Each came two more times and every ounce of flesh on their bodies was involved somehow, licked, kissed, sucked or fucked.Daniel finally left around five, his skin electric and his body depleted. He felt like he’d run a marathon, or spent hours in a cage with an untamed beast. But damn he felt good. He went home, ate something, took a nap before going into work.—-Now their affair was in high-gear. No more pussy-footing around. They were lovers. Over the ensuing months they worked their jobs, and made time for each other as much as possible. They wanted each other and were insatiable.Dixie would still call him once in a while when he was on the air and make her request and talk dirty in her raspy voice for a few minutes and get him hard, telling him all the things she was going to do to him when he got off the air in the morning and came over to her place. The mornings when he got off and Dixie didn’t have to work were his favorites because his mind was always wired after work and he could never get to sleep for hours. Going over to Dixie’s place and taking her hot, naked ass to bed took care of that.During the week they worked around her schedule, as he was flexible. They slept together three or four times a week. They went camping in the Shenandoah Mountains, took long hikes, cooked travesti ankara over a campfire and fucked in his van. They became an accepted site around the town, having lunch or dinner or shopping or whatever, the cute white deejay from the black station with the foxy black woman. But the thought of a deeper commitment didn’t come up. They were taking their sweet time and enjoying each other.Daniel had feelings for Dixie, and she for him, they both knew that. He loved their conversations, her sense of humor, the way she held him, the way she laughed, the way she kissed, and of course the way they fucked. It was incredible. He’d never envisioned such a sex life. But a turning point came along suddenly and unexpectedly and he knew it would have to end.—-It was a Saturday morning. They were lying in bed talking, after a stupendous down-and-dirty triple play, when Dixie sadly mentioned that her niece Norma had broken up with her boyfriend.“It’s sad,” she said. “She and Dicky been together since ninth grade.”“That’s too bad. Who broke it up, or was it mutual?” Daniel asked.“I don’t know the whole story. But he was a sweet guy and they really seemed to love each other. Everyone assumed they’d get married someday. They made a cute couple.”“Like us?” he said with a big grin.“Yeah, but without the salt-and-pepper vibe. I have pictures of them, I’ll show you.”Dixie got up. Daniel had no real desire to see the photos, but he didn’t mind watching her sweet black ass, the one he’d just fucked a few minutes earlier, as she walked to the dresser. She bent over, her asshole still wet with cum, and dug around in the bottom drawer. She pulled out a large photo album and then got back into bed beside him.She opened the album to somewhere in the middle, turned a couple pages until she found what she was looking for.“This was taken the night of their senior prom,” she said.Daniel looked at the two smiling teenagers, arm-in-arm. Norma with her innocent face and the same Afro she still wore, sky-blue gown and giant corsage. Dicky was handsome, thin with broad shoulders and a matching blue tuxedo with black lapels and a pink carnation attached.“You’re right, they’re a good-looking couple. Is Dicky an athlete?”“He was a heck of a running back in high school. Played three years varsity. Ran track, too.”She turned the page. “This one was taken at the beach.”The photo showed the couple from the waist up, standing on the beach with the ocean in the background. They both wore sunglasses. Dicky wore a baseball cap and his upper-body was smooth and hairless. Norma looked great. She had on a two-piece white swimsuit, and Daniel was surprised and impressed with her body: her firm tits in the skimpy top, toned arms and shoulders, and her slim, tapered torso, all in stark contrast to the white suit. She always dressed professionally and was rather demure at the office when she wasn’t busting his chops about something, and had hidden it well.Dixie showed him a few more ankara travestiler group shots with various family members, then turned the page, paused a moment and then quickly turned the page back. Too quickly. Daniel had glimpsed a photo and it looked like Dixie with a man. He put his hand on hers.“Why did you turn back?” he asked. “Keep going, I’m getting to know your family, I’m enjoying this.”“Let’s not go there. I don’t think you’ll enjoy the next page.”“Huh? What do you mean? What don’t you want me to see?”“It’s not that,” she said, and turned and looked into his eyes. “It’s just, well, I don’t know, it’s in the past. I should have removed those…”“What?”“The pictures. They are me and my husband.”“Dixie, please. I know you were married. What’s the big deal? So what if I see a photo of you and your ex-husband?”“He’s not my ex-husband. Legally we are still married.”“What? I thought you were divorced!”“I never told you we were divorced. I said it hadn’t worked out.”“So, you are still married?”She nodded.“Are you still in contact?”“No.”“Jesus! I can’t believe it. I’ve been seeing a married woman. You’ve been committing adultery.”“Oh, please,” she said. “Let’s not be overdramatic. I haven’t seen him for two and a half years. It’s not like you’re breaking up my marriage or anything. We just haven’t got around to the divorce.”Daniel looked into Dixie’s watery eyes. They were naked in bed, postcoital, talking about her husband with a photo album in her lap.“Are you going to turn the page?” he asked.She handed the album to him. He flipped the page. There was a five-by-seven picture of Dixie and her a husband, a two-shot, all dressed-up for something. But both faces in the photo were familiar.“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “You’re married to Bernie?”Dixie turned and looked at him with laser eyes. “What? You know him?” she said.“He’s the reason I’m here!”“What?”“Yeah, he’s the one who set me up with Reggie, the GM. He helped me get hired here.”Daniel explained the many months of nights in Alaska when he’d listened to Bernie’s show on the radio and how he’d written to him and they began a long-distance correspondence through the mail. And how Bernie had been kind enough to invite him to visit his station in Chicago, and they had gotten to know each other a little better, and Bernie had gone out of his way to contact Reggie and set him up with an interview, and he came here and was eventually hired.“I can’t believe it, what are the odds?” he asked, rhetorically. “It never occurred to me that I might ever meet his wife, much less fall for her. Or that she might fall for me, or call me and make requests and seduce me with her sexy voice.”Dixie sat in stunned disbelief. Her eyes glistened and tears escaped. She wiped them with a corner of the bedspread.“Can I ask you something?” Daniel said. “You and Bernie are both beautiful, warm, kind people. You are two of the greatest people I’ve ever met, and would seem like a great match. What happened?”She started crying softly, and got out of bed, walked to the bathroom and returned with some tissues. She got back into bed and hugged him.“I’m sorry,” she said softly.“Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”“Yes, I did. It was all my fault.” She blew her nose.“Tell me about it.”