"What's wrong?" Angela asked.

"What do you mean what's wrong? You just asked me to..." he shivered.

"But I thought that's what men wanted?"

"What? What would give you that idea? No way, no way I'm doing that. That is an exit only area for me." Davie replied.

"I... well... I saw... I saw online and I thought..." Angela lied.

Davie shook his head and scrunched his face. He looked back at the kitchen and then stood up.

"I'm just going to go make a sandwich," he said.

Angela's jaw dropped in shock. She didn't understand how Davie could be so disgusted. Her black neighbor and now teacher, Malcolm lusted over her. She thought back to how good his warm tongue felt inside her.

"You sure you don't want me to heat something up for you?" She asked.

"No, it's okay. I'm pretty tired and really not that hungry," he replied.

Angela sighed and sat on the couch. Davie's cell phone rang and she looked down to see it was his boss. Her husband darted out of the kitchen and quickly answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Davie," he answered.

There was a long bit of silence. Angela watched her husband's head just nodding away. He had a glazed over look to his eyes as he just listened.

"But I just... yes sir. No sir. I made it home just now. I wanted to grab... no sir. Yes sir. Will be right there," he muttered.

He hung up the phone and stared at the ground. He sighed and went back to the front door.

"What's wrong?" Angela asked.

"Got to get back. A patient came in. Guess he's so ill they need me."

"And no other doctor can help?!"

"You know how it is. They're just trying to get me to quit," Davie said as he grabbed his coat and opened the door.

"Oh hon... I'm so sorry. I'll have some food ready for when you get back."

"It's okay. I probably won't be back for a while," he sighed.

He left, leaving Angela alone in the house again. She looked up at the ceiling and glared. She was frustrated and angry at the whole situation. She still couldn't believe her husband's reaction when she offered her ass to him.

"Unbelievable," she murmured.

She closed her eyes and slowly drifted away. She could almost smell Malcolm's manly scent as she imagined him ramming into her with his lengthy member. She could hear the bed creaking and knocking in her mind.

Angela paused. Knocking? She opened her eyes and looked up at the door. Someone was knocking at her front door. She stood up and grabbed a nearby coat and wrapped it around her.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Hey Angela! It's Malcolm. Thought I saw Davie drive in."

Angela opened the door, her heart racing as she did so. His massive frame towered above her, and blocked the entire doorway. He had a box of pizza in his hand.

"Thought I'd swing by. Haven't had a pizza in a while and you know how much Ebony hates the smell of pizza in our house. Davie home? I figured we could have a guy's night in... uh... at your place," Malcolm said.

"He had to leave again but come in. I might as well steal a slice," Angela said as she turned and headed back to the living room.

She purposely swayed her hips more than usual, and she let her small coat slightly rise, revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks. She could practically feel his gaze on her backside.

"Damn..." he whispered as he followed close behind.

"What kind of pizza is it?"

"Eh, some meat lovers one. I figured Davie needed some protein on his skinny ass self."

"Not sausage?" Angela asked seductively, making sure to lightly lick her lips after the question.

Malcolm smiled and tapped Angela's ass.

"Damn, Davie hasn't tapped this ass yet?"

Angela made her way to the couch, sat and crossed her arms. Her lips pouted and she crossed her legs, making sure to take her time as she did so, letting Malcolm get a long glimpse between her legs.

"I thought we were going to get intimate tonight but he... he actually backed away. He said it was gross," Angela replied disappointingly.

"Say what?! What's gross?!"

"Well, I... I asked if he wanted to have anal sex and he just... he just freaked out," Angela explained.

"He freaked out? Like in a good way?"

"No, he pretty much just pushed me away!" Angela exclaimed.

"Damn? You serious? What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know if there's anything wrong with him. Maybe anal sex isn't something guys want."

Malcolm scoffed and sat on the other couch. He placed the pizza on a nearby table.

"No fucking way. No man would turn down that ass. He ain't treating you right on that one," Malcolm said.

"Are you sure men don't find it gross? He was really unhappy," Angela replied.

"Oh trust me, there's just something wrong with him. As your teacher though, I guess I'm going to have to change up the plan now. If he doesn't want to fuck your ass, we're just going to have to get you trained the old fashioned way," Malcolm said with a grin.

"You mean?"

"Oh you know what I mean. And as slick as your little pussy might be, you're going to have to suck my cock, get it nice and slick," Malcolm said as he pulled down his pants.

"Right here? Right now?!" Angela asked in surprise.

Malcolm shrugged and grabbed a hold of his flaccid member. Even in its current state it was much larger than her husband's. Angela's eyes were glued to his manhood, unable to look away. Memories flooded her as she recalled how his thick cock hammered in and out of her once virgin ass.