Donnie and I spent the rest of the weekend in the VA countryside becoming lovers. We made love again Friday night and Saturday morning. I lie in bed smoking watching him walk around the room after his shower. His massive frame floates effortlessly on his think legs, his big cock dangling down (he hangs a good six inches limp)and, of course, he has a wonderful ass. We played golf that afternoon (I"m better than him ;) and went out for dinner. The whole time, I got to know him better and better. When we took a little hike after dinner, I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted more. Saturday night he made love to me again in such a way as to bring me to tears once more. We exchanged "I love yous" right up until it was time to leave on Sunday.
Then, it was back to reality.
I crashed out Sunday night when he dropped me off and cold hard reality set in. I wasn't sleeping in Donnie's arms, he was at his place probably fucking Linda. She was kissing him deeply, she was on her back taking all of him inside her, she was moaning and shaking uncontrollably with passion. I tossed and turned all night and barely slept. THAT was nothing...Monday morning at the office was horrible. When I saw Donnie in the office kitchen, I didn't know what to do. We said we HAD to keep VERY cool in the office and that we "obviously had to work something out", but I didn't know what that meant. Was I going to be the "other man", seeing him on the sly?? What about Linda (whom he sneared and bitched about all weekend)?? It turned out the outfit needed Donnie in Atlanta the rest of the week so just like that he was gone. I jerked off constantly thinking about him. I wrote him an e-mail telling how much everything had meant to me. He wrote back, "I don't know what we're going to do....". He didn't call when he was gone....just a few emails. He returned on Friday morning to the office. He came in to see me. He closed the door behind him and asked if we could get together at lunchtime, at his place. "What about Linda?", I asked with a bit of a smirk. "She's at work and I don't care what she thinks or wants anymore" he said, staring into my eyes. "I'll meet you at your car at Noon", I said.
We met at his truck and drove to his condo in NW DC. Once inside we didn't make to the bedroom. He grabbed me and seduced me in the living room. We ripped off our clothes and went straight to fucking. He ran out, came back in with KY (turns out he used on Linday's ass, too) and mounted me from behind. He fucked me deeply, passionatley, savagely. His steel-hard babymaker plunged in again and again while his strong hands gripped me and he pounded me over the edge of his couch until he emptied a huge load of his seed up into me. He stayed hard and put me on my back and fucked me more and emptied ANOTHER load into me. God, I love you I screamed out. Niether of us went back to work. We agreed to meet on Sunday for lunch and "golf", at which time he said he was leaving Linda. It was her condo, actually, so he was going to get a place of his own. Donnie said he wanted me to be THE part of his life from now on.
The transition took weeks....weeks for him to find a place, dump Linda, etc. She was convinced he met another WOMAN on the trip since he was cold and distant when he got back. If she only knew. Finally, he got a place and, basically, I moved in. My roomate thought I had a chick and spent all my time with her. In fact, I was with Donnie each and every night exploding with passion and romance. We kept this up for over a year until he started his own company. We decided to move away from the city, together, and buy a place in the countryside. Donnie works at home and goes into the city a few times a week. I freelance but mostly just hang around. Our place is on 3 acres, very secluded and wooded. We each came out to friends and relatives who were quite shocked. His folks basically disowned him, mine were fine with it. We're now lovers of over three years and it gets better all the time. I slept with ONE other man after I met Donnie, a black man hung like a horse. I felt horrible doing it, Donnie was on a two-week trip and I just hooked up and let this man do me. I realized after I did it that it wasn't just a big, strong dick that made me feel the way I do, but Donnie himself. We have gone to a few "parties" with all-men and even had a little "weekend group" at our place once that ended with us making two really good friends but it's just each other we really want.
It's Thursday evening as I finish this story. Donnie has been in DC since Tuesday afternoon. In about an hour, he should be home and all will be right again when we're together. Hours from now, his cum will be running out of me, his strong arms my blanket, his seed safely planted inside me, his lover.