The noise from my shaking bed was making an incredible racket. Someone not knowing what was going on might have thought that it was about to take off. I was getting fucked and making an incredible amount of noise. I was beyond the Fuck me, fuck me stage. I was so crazed that I grunted worse than a furniture mover pushing a piano up a steep hill. My fingers reached out and clutched the bed sheets. My eyes were open and in a glaze as I reached out for something to grab onto, but I couldn't keep still, certainly not with my legs pushed back over my pregnant belly and my pussy rammed with hot cock. I was getting fucked and loving it, and so was my husband's client as he called me everything he could think of…Then I felt it; the shaking part; the moment when I got loudest and I screamed into his face, Oh God, Shoot your hot stuff in me. Shoot it in me…. I pressed his butt toward me and yelled, Come in me now. Come in me now. Oh God, Come in me NOW!…and he did. Maybe a tad bit soon, but better a little early than too late.. I arched up for one last moment and grunted, Ughhh, Ughhh, Ugghhhhh…and fell back into my sweat.

Ten minutes later he had showered and dressed and was on his way out. He was late to pick his wife up at the ferry. I was still sprawled out on my damp bed. He came to me and leaned over and said, "I love your sultry eyes. You should have gone into the movies. You have the look." It was sweet of him, but I said, "It's not my cup of tea." He patted my tummy and felt me down below. I held his wrist as he slipped a finger into me. I gasped just like he wanted, "I could fuck you again right now." I said, "Why don't you?" "Gotta pick the wife up." And he was out the door.

Lesley called, as if synchronized.

"Hey there."

He asked, "How did it go?"

"Your client is happy."

"Good girl. His business means a lot to the firm."

"When will you be out?"

"Around eight. By the way. A Little John called."

" What did he want?"

"Who is he?"

"Some guy. Before we got married."

"Have you been seeing him?"

I said, "I've only slept with you or whom you've given me to. That's it."

"I believe you. But do you want to sleep with him?"

I was dead honest, "I don't know. He's an old beau, you could say. I like him. But he's not of our class by any means."

"Yeah, that's obvious. You like black guys?"

"What do you mean, do I like them?"

"Carrie, do you prefer fucking black cock is what I'm asking?"

"If I had my choice…yes."

"So then why did you marry me?"

"Because we're of the same class. And I like, uh, love you, incase you forgot."

"I'll see what I can do…in the future."

"You want to be more specific?"

"I'll see if I can get you black cock…Gotta go. See you later."

I was surprised. I never thought I'd hear my husband ever say that. Then heard a little knock at the door. "Who is it?" The little voice said, "It's me. Ned. Open up." I yelled, "It's open." The little rascal popped open the door and jumped up on my bed and gave me a big hug. He was almost five and a little devil. I said, "Do you always sneak into a girl's room?" He smiled and said, "Mommy told me to get you." "Well, you got me. Let's go to the beach." I slipped on my beach panty and took little Ned by the hand and off we went.

Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued...