Annie sighed as she remembered the phone sex conversation with her husband last night. The call went from teasing to outright steamy, and in some circles, even taboo, if not just kinky. It had been two weeks since they had last seen each other, held each other, and kissed.
She missed her husband, and missed him a lot in these days. The first week was so boring it was annoying, and she looked forward to his nightly call. The second week was driving her crazy. Always highly sexual, or as some would describe, she had a very high libido, every night she was alone was making her grow more and more needy of a man’s attention. Under normal times, Zack and Annie would simply have sex nightly, or even more. Annie would dress to tease and please her man, and he would enjoy the fruits of her labors. When he went on his scheduled business trips, they would usually set aside time to make sure they were each sexually exhausted, until sleep was the only thing they wanted, nestled in each other’s arms. When he was gone, they would share inside flirting and teases to make sure the other was ready to come home, and straight to the bedroom, or as far as they could make it into the house.
One of the things they used for teasing each other was an inside joke, or more accurately a sexual fantasy regarding the local coffee house barista, a black man named Josh. Josh was a handsome college student, playing football on a partial scholarship, which meant he needed the part-time job in the mornings to make his own ends meet. Tall, well-built and solid, Josh was a typical young football player. Annie had taken a liking to him when she first saw him, simply because he was a nice employee who gave polite customer service.
Over the ensuing months, their employee-customer relationship had grown into a bit of flirting and fun. Annie would even go in with Zack, and flirt with the barista in front of him, something that actually made Zack aroused. He had his own interracial fantasies as Annie, but from a different point of view. While Annie was always accepting of black people, and had even dated a black man in college, Zack found his conscience weighed down a little over some guilt related to his ****** heritage, when they were slave owners in what is now Alabama. He had always felt he owed black people something, and in his job as a lawyer, he had found one of his ways to ease his conscience was to do pro-bono work for black families with legal troubles.
The night before Zack left had been an abject failure at any intimacy, due in part to Annie’s own tensions being rubbed raw. She was irritated that her husband had to go on this last-minute trip out of state, and that it would be for two weeks. On top of that they had argued earlier in the afternoon about visiting families for the upcoming holiday season. They had both said some unfortunate, greedy things, and there was some hurt still being held inside by both of them. Sex was out of the question, and would make it nearly three weeks since they had last made love.
On the phone, she had teased Zack with a question.
“What about my willingly giving herself to Josh, while you were landing at the airport?. Knowing Josh was over for a visit, but not knowing he had seduced me and was at the moment the plane landed, poised above your wife, on your marital bed, and his hard, throbbing, black cock was dribbling pre-cum onto the sheets where you sleep, as your wife's knees are high and thighs parted?”
Zack could only start to stutter, for it had been a fantasy of his, a dark, dirty fantasy. He stammered out “You have me nailed.”
“No, I AM the one about to be nailed. By Josh.” Annie purred on.
“Not knowing that as you exit your plane, his cock has been playfully slapping my clit, making it peek out from its protective cape, and my soft voice can only moan, while my arms fall over my head in supplication. Looking into his eyes, opening my soul to him, and he grins, almost evilly, knowing he is going to not only claim his white bitch, but also tame her for all eternity simply by making her cum for him?”
Zack tried to play along as his voice cracked. “Making her cum like she has never cum before. All she feels, her existence, is her married pussy being tormented by a thick black cock?”
“My husband doesn’t realize he is going to bareback me, and small drips of his pre-cum are now pressing against my labia, as he stops playing around and starts to conquer your wife. As you step into your car, Josh begins to slide his cock up and down on my folds, the slickness helping his purple-mushroomed head force my body open to him, to accept his turgid rod. The mushroom engages with my gate, and as you hit the freeway on-ramp, he slowly begins to sink into me, adding small, soft thrusts. Every move of his pelvis makes me cry out in pleasure, a sound I rarely, if ever, make for you. My back arches as he lowers his thick lips to mine, and kisses her, all the while letting gravity help him claim your wife.”
Josh could only moan in appreciation and intense lust, as he pulled out his hardening dick and began to stroke it. He had wanted to hold off, to avoid masturbating, but his wife was only too good at these storytelling moments. While they led to intense sex as she talked dirty thoughts in bed, being apart like this was something new.
“He bottoms out in your wife, his heavy, full sac slapping against your wife's ass as his thrusts begin.” Annie continued after hearing his throaty moans. “I moan as he withdraws, only to wail out as he forces his leaking cock back into me. His pre-emission is just a hint of the heavy cumming he will do to my unprotected and fertile womb. My phone sits on the night table, chiming unanswered as I cannot answer it at first. But the redial gets my hand to move and I’m barely able to touch the answer button, before his cock plunges back into me. My voice resumes its sexual wail, as you are forced to listen. All you hear is my voice, and then his, along, dark, menacing moan as his cock sends its own signals to its owner. To breed this white girl, and give her his black seed, and his black baby. To end her ****** lineage and to forever alter your hopes, plans, and dreams for your own ******.”
The sound of Zack’s hand in blurring motion could be heard by his wife, as she lay back on the bed, her nude body on their red satin sheets, while she was using her own Battery-Operated Boyfriend, which she had named Josh, as a further tease to her husband for play times. Annie was breathing deeply and sexually as she led the tease, now, getting into it fully.
“Josh was frothing my love-juices as his cock churned into me like silken butter. It was also a potential indicator of my fertility. Was I ovulating soon, or had I already? His thrusts grew stronger and stronger, while your wife started to speak in gasps between wails of pleasure... “
Annie paused to moan herself as the toy Josh massaged her sweet spot.
"Yes! Yes! Josh! Take… take me! Give… me your… cock! Cum in me! Make... me your... BiiitttTTTCCCHHH!" and I then screamed, a loud, high-pitched wail, while you hear the table rattle. My orgasm is so violent, so complete, and so strong that it made you wonder how it was happening. I have never done this for you! As you pull off the freeway, you hear more grunting. A deep masculine voice. "Take it bitch, take my cum... I own your pussy now!"
Zack listened to her, his hand trying to hold off his explosion, thinking of her, his wife, letting Josh take what is, oh god, what is rightfully his.
Annie interrupted his efforts by continuing.
“You park the car and make your way into the house. But you can hear right away the sounds coming from your bedroom. I am not expecting you so soon, and Josh doesn't care if you show up. He has your wife, now. His black ass is humping up and down furiously as your wife claws at his back, and she I start whining loudly, a long, high, and tight vocal expression. He has already forced his way onto my body, and now forced me into new pleasures you can't. Now he is about to force a second orgasm from your wife, as his own thrusts grow from intense to frenetic. He is making the bed thud against the wall as you climb the stairs.
Zack imagined himself quietly walking up the stairs, his wife moaning, the thumping of the headboard, the bedroom door slightly open, he peeks in...
“You open the door, to find my legs up and my toes curled. I’m clutching him with both arms, as if he dared to try escape. Yet escape was not his plan. Owning your wife is.
"I OWN your pussy, BITTTCCCHHH!! Josh exclaimed, as he gave a final thrust and growled loudly, your wife writhing frantically as the last smack of my pearl made me feel a second wave of soul-destroying pleasure. All your eyes could see was his backside, and his black cock burrowed to the hilt inside your wife, his balls flexing with his butt, as you were the eyewitness to this black man fertilizing my white womb. There was nothing you could do now, it was too late. You were helpless to stop this, as you heard your wife say softly. ‘You own my pussy now... I will only have sex with you, or who you let me, ever again!’ "
Annie could not tell, but Zack spurted his semen uselessly on his lap, as he imagined being stunned by what he's witnessing, he can't help but what, touch his own cock as he sees Josh's superior slab of black meat thrust over and over, stretching his wife, her sweet pussy almost unrecognizable. "On honey, honey, yessssss....." Zack whispered.
Annie continued. “The black man lay upon your willing wife, as my hands now moved to caress his cheeks and his face. I lifted her head to kiss him, in a long, lewd and brazen display of affection. Hearing your words, I use one hand to shoo you away. I would speak with you, but only when Josh would allow it. But in my motion, you could still see the glint of my wedding ring, the one you gave me on our special day. The day I pledged myself to you, and only you, and to forsake all others. All the while, his hips slowly thrust up and down inside your wife, his cock still draining as my cervix was busily scooping more and more of his black baby-making seed into my womb. After the kiss broke, Josh lifted his head, and he snarled to you. ‘Get out, white boy, and shut the door. I'm not done with my new bitch, yet!’ "
Zack whispered loudly, feeling deflated. “I would close the door, listening, as my wife is being bred and it feels so right, I can't stop myself, pulling out my white cock and stroke to the sound of my wife being filled.”
Zack’s words made his wife smile. She had found newfound fodder for the future of their sex life. She then continued.
“The sounds of kissing filled the room as you shut the door, and then a soft feminine giggle. After you have your cock out, and are getting fully erect, you hear the telltale sounds. The bed springs are squeaking in protest. He is fucking your wife in the next room. Only now you realize what has happened. You are being cuckolded. Heavily, and now, willingly. What will come of you? Right now, only you care. Your wife and her new lover, Josh, and busy doing what you should be doing. Making a baby!”
Zack had to break in. “Oh, God, Annie, you are so good at this… I can’t wait to get home tomorrow and experience this… and you!”
“As the evening wears on, and you have managed to stroke yourself twice, while he has fucked your wife three more times, the bedroom door opens, and out I come. Nude. “ Annie continued with the tale.
“My body has bruises across my chest, my inner thighs and my ass, and dark circles on my neck. Love marks, hickeys and proof of his manhandling of me. My pubic area is coated with dried semen, and my pussy is all matted. Hair askew and my body sheathed in sweat, I’m followed by Josh, who is wearing your robe. “Honey.." I would say. "We need to talk..."
“You sink back into the dining room chair as my nude body approaches.
"Ummmm..." I would begin. "I don't know really how to put this..."
“Then you hear Josh break in. ‘She's my pussy now... You don't get to fuck her anymore. Not unless you pay me, maybe. You can still be married to her, and she'll still be your wife, but when I call, or when I come over, she's gonna be fucking me... Maybe I'll let you watch sometimes, if you behave. If not? You'll only see her when I'm done. Which may take awhile.’ By looking into my eyes, you see the truth. I am is still your wife, and your heart. But I am his woman.”
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The next day, as Zack’s plane landed, the chirp of the landing gear started his mind running the timeline of Annie’s story in his head. It would spur him on faster and faster to get home, get naked, and get his wife in the sheets.
Parking the car in the garage, and entering the den, he heard a thump from upstairs. A tad concerned, he hastened his way to their bedroom, and pushed the door open. Zack was not prepared for what his eyes saw before him.
His wife, Annie, was on her back, her legs high and wide, as a black man was laying fully on top of his wife, his hips making small thrusts as she kissed this man who had usurped Zack’s place. Zack dropped his jacket on the floor, which drew both of the lover’s attention.
“Wait outside…” Annie said. “I’ll be out when Josh’s done with me.”
She missed her husband, and missed him a lot in these days. The first week was so boring it was annoying, and she looked forward to his nightly call. The second week was driving her crazy. Always highly sexual, or as some would describe, she had a very high libido, every night she was alone was making her grow more and more needy of a man’s attention. Under normal times, Zack and Annie would simply have sex nightly, or even more. Annie would dress to tease and please her man, and he would enjoy the fruits of her labors. When he went on his scheduled business trips, they would usually set aside time to make sure they were each sexually exhausted, until sleep was the only thing they wanted, nestled in each other’s arms. When he was gone, they would share inside flirting and teases to make sure the other was ready to come home, and straight to the bedroom, or as far as they could make it into the house.
One of the things they used for teasing each other was an inside joke, or more accurately a sexual fantasy regarding the local coffee house barista, a black man named Josh. Josh was a handsome college student, playing football on a partial scholarship, which meant he needed the part-time job in the mornings to make his own ends meet. Tall, well-built and solid, Josh was a typical young football player. Annie had taken a liking to him when she first saw him, simply because he was a nice employee who gave polite customer service.
Over the ensuing months, their employee-customer relationship had grown into a bit of flirting and fun. Annie would even go in with Zack, and flirt with the barista in front of him, something that actually made Zack aroused. He had his own interracial fantasies as Annie, but from a different point of view. While Annie was always accepting of black people, and had even dated a black man in college, Zack found his conscience weighed down a little over some guilt related to his ****** heritage, when they were slave owners in what is now Alabama. He had always felt he owed black people something, and in his job as a lawyer, he had found one of his ways to ease his conscience was to do pro-bono work for black families with legal troubles.
The night before Zack left had been an abject failure at any intimacy, due in part to Annie’s own tensions being rubbed raw. She was irritated that her husband had to go on this last-minute trip out of state, and that it would be for two weeks. On top of that they had argued earlier in the afternoon about visiting families for the upcoming holiday season. They had both said some unfortunate, greedy things, and there was some hurt still being held inside by both of them. Sex was out of the question, and would make it nearly three weeks since they had last made love.
On the phone, she had teased Zack with a question.
“What about my willingly giving herself to Josh, while you were landing at the airport?. Knowing Josh was over for a visit, but not knowing he had seduced me and was at the moment the plane landed, poised above your wife, on your marital bed, and his hard, throbbing, black cock was dribbling pre-cum onto the sheets where you sleep, as your wife's knees are high and thighs parted?”
Zack could only start to stutter, for it had been a fantasy of his, a dark, dirty fantasy. He stammered out “You have me nailed.”
“No, I AM the one about to be nailed. By Josh.” Annie purred on.
“Not knowing that as you exit your plane, his cock has been playfully slapping my clit, making it peek out from its protective cape, and my soft voice can only moan, while my arms fall over my head in supplication. Looking into his eyes, opening my soul to him, and he grins, almost evilly, knowing he is going to not only claim his white bitch, but also tame her for all eternity simply by making her cum for him?”
Zack tried to play along as his voice cracked. “Making her cum like she has never cum before. All she feels, her existence, is her married pussy being tormented by a thick black cock?”
“My husband doesn’t realize he is going to bareback me, and small drips of his pre-cum are now pressing against my labia, as he stops playing around and starts to conquer your wife. As you step into your car, Josh begins to slide his cock up and down on my folds, the slickness helping his purple-mushroomed head force my body open to him, to accept his turgid rod. The mushroom engages with my gate, and as you hit the freeway on-ramp, he slowly begins to sink into me, adding small, soft thrusts. Every move of his pelvis makes me cry out in pleasure, a sound I rarely, if ever, make for you. My back arches as he lowers his thick lips to mine, and kisses her, all the while letting gravity help him claim your wife.”
Josh could only moan in appreciation and intense lust, as he pulled out his hardening dick and began to stroke it. He had wanted to hold off, to avoid masturbating, but his wife was only too good at these storytelling moments. While they led to intense sex as she talked dirty thoughts in bed, being apart like this was something new.
“He bottoms out in your wife, his heavy, full sac slapping against your wife's ass as his thrusts begin.” Annie continued after hearing his throaty moans. “I moan as he withdraws, only to wail out as he forces his leaking cock back into me. His pre-emission is just a hint of the heavy cumming he will do to my unprotected and fertile womb. My phone sits on the night table, chiming unanswered as I cannot answer it at first. But the redial gets my hand to move and I’m barely able to touch the answer button, before his cock plunges back into me. My voice resumes its sexual wail, as you are forced to listen. All you hear is my voice, and then his, along, dark, menacing moan as his cock sends its own signals to its owner. To breed this white girl, and give her his black seed, and his black baby. To end her ****** lineage and to forever alter your hopes, plans, and dreams for your own ******.”
The sound of Zack’s hand in blurring motion could be heard by his wife, as she lay back on the bed, her nude body on their red satin sheets, while she was using her own Battery-Operated Boyfriend, which she had named Josh, as a further tease to her husband for play times. Annie was breathing deeply and sexually as she led the tease, now, getting into it fully.
“Josh was frothing my love-juices as his cock churned into me like silken butter. It was also a potential indicator of my fertility. Was I ovulating soon, or had I already? His thrusts grew stronger and stronger, while your wife started to speak in gasps between wails of pleasure... “
Annie paused to moan herself as the toy Josh massaged her sweet spot.
"Yes! Yes! Josh! Take… take me! Give… me your… cock! Cum in me! Make... me your... BiiitttTTTCCCHHH!" and I then screamed, a loud, high-pitched wail, while you hear the table rattle. My orgasm is so violent, so complete, and so strong that it made you wonder how it was happening. I have never done this for you! As you pull off the freeway, you hear more grunting. A deep masculine voice. "Take it bitch, take my cum... I own your pussy now!"
Zack listened to her, his hand trying to hold off his explosion, thinking of her, his wife, letting Josh take what is, oh god, what is rightfully his.
Annie interrupted his efforts by continuing.
“You park the car and make your way into the house. But you can hear right away the sounds coming from your bedroom. I am not expecting you so soon, and Josh doesn't care if you show up. He has your wife, now. His black ass is humping up and down furiously as your wife claws at his back, and she I start whining loudly, a long, high, and tight vocal expression. He has already forced his way onto my body, and now forced me into new pleasures you can't. Now he is about to force a second orgasm from your wife, as his own thrusts grow from intense to frenetic. He is making the bed thud against the wall as you climb the stairs.
Zack imagined himself quietly walking up the stairs, his wife moaning, the thumping of the headboard, the bedroom door slightly open, he peeks in...
“You open the door, to find my legs up and my toes curled. I’m clutching him with both arms, as if he dared to try escape. Yet escape was not his plan. Owning your wife is.
"I OWN your pussy, BITTTCCCHHH!! Josh exclaimed, as he gave a final thrust and growled loudly, your wife writhing frantically as the last smack of my pearl made me feel a second wave of soul-destroying pleasure. All your eyes could see was his backside, and his black cock burrowed to the hilt inside your wife, his balls flexing with his butt, as you were the eyewitness to this black man fertilizing my white womb. There was nothing you could do now, it was too late. You were helpless to stop this, as you heard your wife say softly. ‘You own my pussy now... I will only have sex with you, or who you let me, ever again!’ "
Annie could not tell, but Zack spurted his semen uselessly on his lap, as he imagined being stunned by what he's witnessing, he can't help but what, touch his own cock as he sees Josh's superior slab of black meat thrust over and over, stretching his wife, her sweet pussy almost unrecognizable. "On honey, honey, yessssss....." Zack whispered.
Annie continued. “The black man lay upon your willing wife, as my hands now moved to caress his cheeks and his face. I lifted her head to kiss him, in a long, lewd and brazen display of affection. Hearing your words, I use one hand to shoo you away. I would speak with you, but only when Josh would allow it. But in my motion, you could still see the glint of my wedding ring, the one you gave me on our special day. The day I pledged myself to you, and only you, and to forsake all others. All the while, his hips slowly thrust up and down inside your wife, his cock still draining as my cervix was busily scooping more and more of his black baby-making seed into my womb. After the kiss broke, Josh lifted his head, and he snarled to you. ‘Get out, white boy, and shut the door. I'm not done with my new bitch, yet!’ "
Zack whispered loudly, feeling deflated. “I would close the door, listening, as my wife is being bred and it feels so right, I can't stop myself, pulling out my white cock and stroke to the sound of my wife being filled.”
Zack’s words made his wife smile. She had found newfound fodder for the future of their sex life. She then continued.
“The sounds of kissing filled the room as you shut the door, and then a soft feminine giggle. After you have your cock out, and are getting fully erect, you hear the telltale sounds. The bed springs are squeaking in protest. He is fucking your wife in the next room. Only now you realize what has happened. You are being cuckolded. Heavily, and now, willingly. What will come of you? Right now, only you care. Your wife and her new lover, Josh, and busy doing what you should be doing. Making a baby!”
Zack had to break in. “Oh, God, Annie, you are so good at this… I can’t wait to get home tomorrow and experience this… and you!”
“As the evening wears on, and you have managed to stroke yourself twice, while he has fucked your wife three more times, the bedroom door opens, and out I come. Nude. “ Annie continued with the tale.
“My body has bruises across my chest, my inner thighs and my ass, and dark circles on my neck. Love marks, hickeys and proof of his manhandling of me. My pubic area is coated with dried semen, and my pussy is all matted. Hair askew and my body sheathed in sweat, I’m followed by Josh, who is wearing your robe. “Honey.." I would say. "We need to talk..."
“You sink back into the dining room chair as my nude body approaches.
"Ummmm..." I would begin. "I don't know really how to put this..."
“Then you hear Josh break in. ‘She's my pussy now... You don't get to fuck her anymore. Not unless you pay me, maybe. You can still be married to her, and she'll still be your wife, but when I call, or when I come over, she's gonna be fucking me... Maybe I'll let you watch sometimes, if you behave. If not? You'll only see her when I'm done. Which may take awhile.’ By looking into my eyes, you see the truth. I am is still your wife, and your heart. But I am his woman.”
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The next day, as Zack’s plane landed, the chirp of the landing gear started his mind running the timeline of Annie’s story in his head. It would spur him on faster and faster to get home, get naked, and get his wife in the sheets.
Parking the car in the garage, and entering the den, he heard a thump from upstairs. A tad concerned, he hastened his way to their bedroom, and pushed the door open. Zack was not prepared for what his eyes saw before him.
His wife, Annie, was on her back, her legs high and wide, as a black man was laying fully on top of his wife, his hips making small thrusts as she kissed this man who had usurped Zack’s place. Zack dropped his jacket on the floor, which drew both of the lover’s attention.
“Wait outside…” Annie said. “I’ll be out when Josh’s done with me.”
