In Plain View E-Book

Barbara Black

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The erotic love story between Barbara and Marcus reaches the climax!

After a nerve-wracking odyssey, Barbara and Marcus have finally found each other and got married. Their love is as strong as their sexual passion, and Marcus is finally able to earn money by himself. Together the two explore their most depraved drives and lose more and more of their inhibitions. But the real climax comes when Barbara finds out what Marcus' job really consists of!

Leseprobe

Marcus

Part 3

In Plain View

by Barbara Black

© 2020 by Barbara Black

Also by Barbara Black

The Marcus Trilogy

Marcus – My African Lover

Marcus – I Will Fight For You!

Marcus – In Plain View

Content

What happened in »Marcus – My African Lover« and »Marcus - I will fight for you!«

A Normal Couple

Private Screening

Encounter with a Dead Man

African Customs

Close to the Wind

Who is Marcus Wright?

On a Secret Mission

A Pure Formality

In Plain View

Epilogue, written by Marcus

What happened in »Marcus – My African Lover« and »Marcus - I will fight for you!«

After the divorce from an emotionally cold millionaire, I, Barbara, was in my early 30s, faced with the task of rearranging my life - finding a new partner and finally becoming happy. But I couldn't get anything together and only knew that I wasn't ready to go again with a man who couldn't make me happy. Then I'd rather live alone.

My first encounter with Marcus was late at night in a subway station. A group of young folks tried to attack me, and this young black man saved me by beating all three of them up. As frightening as this act of violence was, as exciting as it was. I think I already knew then that I had found the man of my life. But we all know this: Before you have even really recognized your feelings, the object of desire has already disappeared again. That's how it happened to me with Marcus. I thought I would never see him again, and I gradually resigned myself to never getting to know the true love and passion I had always longed for.

But miraculously, I got my second chance. We met again, and we knew instinctively what that meant. We ate each other up in an animal love frenzy. His incredibly large and indescribably beautiful penis became my fetish, and he also celebrated my plump, lush body with an enthusiasm that no man had ever shown me before. We fell for each other.

But then all of a sudden it was all over again. I learned that Marcus had been caught by the immigration services. He was illegal in America, an unrecognized refugee from Liberia. I was in shock, but I wasn't willing to let fate go by. Not this time!

And so I pulled out all the stops. The USCIS was not helpful, but gave me the right idea. And when I finally saw Marcus again - through the bars of the deportation custody in New Jersey - I asked him the crucial question: »Will you marry me?«

Marcus did not immediately say yes. »Is it just my cock?« he asked straight out, and as shocking as this question was, it was not unjustified. Then I made him the longest declaration of love in my life. He also declared his love to me, but he also raised his concerns. He was proud and wanted not only to be my bed bunny, who let his American wife care for him. We agreed that we would work hard together so that he could earn a living in America and provide for both of us - even if it wasn't necessary because I had been financially secure after my divorce.

The wedding had to take place in prison, and as unromantic as it was, the honeymoon made up for it. We experimented in bed and lost more and more of our inhibitions - a process that is still going on. Back in New York, Marcus set about integrating. Now that he was legally in America, he could finally do it. I gave him driving lessons so he could get his license soon. It would still take some time, but Marcus was intelligent and diligent enough not to just stay in bed with his wife forever.

My friends were fascinated by Marcus - some perhaps a little too much. Marcus did, of course, charmingly block all their attempts at flirting, and I trusted him. Although he was nine years younger than me, we always seemed to be on the same sexual level. Honestly, sometimes it was almost a little too much. My poor thirty-three-year-old bones...

But the situation didn't stay perfect for long. Marcus couldn't find work while he was going to evening classes. In the past, he had always done undeclared work, but he could not afford to break the law because it could endanger his acquisition of American citizenship. And he hated it when I bought something for him - which, of course, was inevitable.

But everything changed abruptly when he came home one evening - full of energy and satisfaction. He took me really hard and then covered me with banknotes. It was wonderful to see him like this. But what had he done for that money?

A Normal Couple

We were sitting in the bathtub drinking champagne. Obviously we had something to celebrate, even though I still didn't know what exactly it was. I only knew that my husband suddenly threw banknotes around after coming late from a job interview. I trusted Marcus, but of course I wasn't stupid.

I lay in his arms in warm water. I felt the great scepter of my husband pressing sluggishly against my back and slowly getting into the mood again. This usually caused me to completely block the left side of my brain, and before my sanity could be restored, I had to gently confront Marcus. So I took the champagne glass out of his hand and put mine on the table next to the tub. Marcus immediately took the opportunity and my heavy breasts to kneed them powerfully and enjoyably.

Mmmmhhhh... aaarrrrr... Stop! Stop! There was something, wasn't there? Oh, yeah!

»Now put the mitts away from there for a moment, you sex offender», I growled playfully and removed his big hands from my jugs.

Marcus laughed as he folded his hands over my belly. I also giggled and turned my head so that I could look at it from below.

»Well, this money. Where did it come from?«

Marcus grumbled discontentedly and began to walk down deeper with his hands, but I pinched my legs together and shook my head.

»Where's the money from, darling?«

Marcus sighed. «All right. I found a job.«

»Super», I said delighted, »as a scene shifter in this theater?«

»No,« he replied, »but I met someone there who asked me...«

Apparently a major Broadway player had become aware of Marcus. Marcus couldn't tell what exactly it was that had caught their attention, or he didn't want to. It was all a little weird, but my goodness, things like that happen in New York. People here like to think outside the box, and whatever qualities they had seen in him, it apparently had led to an immediate job interview, followed by hiring and even an advance that was now lying around in the form of cash in our hallway.

It was a night job, and of course I didn't like that so much. It would mean lonely evenings and nights. But nothing was more important to me than that Marcus was happy and content. He described his working place as a pretty exclusive nightclub, and he was supposed to act as a bartender, janitor and possibly bouncer in one. Fortunately the club was only open three nights a week, from Friday to Sunday, on the other days I had him to myself. That sounded great, and of course I asked him if I could visit him there.