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Another busy week at work and I was so relieved when Friday afternoon arrived and with it the prospect of having a quiet weekend at home alone with my lovely wife. Alone, because it had been planned that way with our girls, just as excited as us, going to stay with their Grandparents and leave us in peace.
Saturday morning dawned through the blinds of our bedroom window and I looked across from my pillow to see the soft sunlight trace Jessica's face with bright rows, stirring her out of a deep, sound slumber. She half-opened her eyes slowly as she came out of the haze of sleep and I wondered if she was feeling any lingering effects from our lovemaking that we had enjoyed before we had both drifted off to a satisfied sleep last night. I certainly was feeling it, I had the slightest pounding in the back of my head, and, dare I admit, my cock was feeling a little sore from all the attention she had given me.
I looked at Jessica as she came back to consciousness and once again thanked my lucky stars for being married to somebody with such pure beauty who, at the same time, could indulge in such wicked thoughts as we had shared before we had eventually gotten to sleep.
Once I figured she had awoken, I deliberately pulled aside the crumpled sheet from my naked body and smiled as the cool draft of the air conditioning above our heads hit my thoroughly-used white penis, a penis that she had been quite vocal about last night of how she wished it had been not mine but someone else's, even that it had been a black one.
God, what a night that had been. She had taken full advantage of us having the house to ourselves and not having to worry about disturbing our ********* and our romps had not been confined to the bedroom. I closed my eyes and recalled the scenario that Jessica had fantasized about and had used me as her willing slave to act out.
Our weekend began with us having dinner and working our way down a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Wine always relaxes Jessica and loosens her inhibitions so I was not surprised when, apropos nothing, she reminded me that I was supposed to have offered an invite to my work colleague Tim and his wife to come and share an evening with us, " … did you ask him?"
I confessed that I hadn’t, with all that had been going on at work through the week that it had slipped my mind.
"Hmm, that's a pity. I've been looking forward to getting to know Tim, um, Them, better. I thought you might have felt the same about, what's her name, Missy?"
I sensed where this conversation might be going and responded innocently, "Yeah, Missy, nice name, isn't it? I'll ask Tim next week seeing as you are so keen. I’ll tell him that you are missing her!"
I laughed at my lame joke; she gave me a withering look and as a response held up her empty glass. I got the message, refilled it and once she had taken another sip, made another attempt at humor and asked, "What is it you might have on the menu when, if, they come?"
She giggled at the suggestive innuendo, “Um, I thought we might keep it something simple, you know, not anything that is going to take a lot of trouble to prepare. What do you think about doing something with those big German sausages that they have on offer at the supermarket? What are they called, Bratwurst, I think? They look really big, fat, and juicy, I fancy having a big sausage ...” She exploded in a fit of giggles, not able to contain any pretense of what she was referring to.
“Hmm, sausage sounds good,” I said. Then, sensing how her mind was working, I asked, “Have you ever given any mind to using cucumber; courgettes, or doing clever things with a banana?”
She punched my arm, “No, I have not, and don’t even think about Corn on the Cob. I’m no vegetarian; I like my meat too much!”
I closed my eyes and let the memories of the previous night's romp fill my mind; the slow, building sexual tension as the wine flowed and how she got closer on the couch; her hands first touching my leg and then the bulge of my pants as she began to surrender to her thoughts and desires; her unzipping my fly followed by what I could only remember as a series of erotic moments strung together, the increasing nakedness of Jessica as her clothes began to come off; her ivory breasts spilling out as she unclipped her bra; her freeing and then grasping my exposed cock and purring as she saw that already I was dribbling the sticky juice that fascinates her so much.
My wife's hands began exploring, admiring, gripping and my groans of pleasure and purposeful guidance encouraged her to get on her knees while I settled back on the couch. She pulled down my pants and boxers and my stiff cock obligingly sprung up and she smiled triumphant at the sight of what her attentions had caused. One soft hand then gave a delightful caress to my swollen balls while the other which had not loosened its grip began to wank my throbbing cock.
The wine had its expected effect and Jessica gave rein to her imagination and thoughts, “Do think that when Tim and Missy come to dinner we might skip the main course and just have dessert?”
I grunted as I felt her fingertips begin to trail over my swollen balls.
“Do you think that Missy will be as gentle as this?”
“I hope so ...,” I purred, then yelped when she scratched her nails across my sac, “... Ouch!”
“Oh Baby, don’t be scared, I’m sure Missy will be very considerate. Do you think that she will stroke you like this?” she said as she resumed slowly wanking my cock.
“Hmm, yes, I do hope so ...”
“Do you think that she likes to suck cock; she certainly looked the type from what I can remember ...”
“Don’t all ladies like sucking cock?” I said, hoping it was a rhetorical question.
“Hmm, only if it’s a nice-looking one like this,” she responded with a giggle before lowering her head.
And so the evening went on, the slow change induced by alcohol from a sweet conservative ‘Mom’ to a sexually imaginative lover who had lost any inhibitions she may have held. I couldn’t have been more delighted!
I looked across at her lying alongside me in bed as the morning light filtered more strongly through the shades and smiled as I witnessed her attempt at trying to prolong her sleep. My smile broadened when she turned toward me, eyes still closed, and I looked at her breasts revealed by her loose-fitting nightdress and saw the evidence of dried-cum between her cleavage; proof of when she had sucked me to a satisfactory climax but had chosen to let go at the last moment so that I could, at her direction, “ ... cum over my tits!”
She hadn’t need to ask, I had no control and I had let go with spurt after spurt of hot spunk which coated not only her ‘tits’, as she had directed but had splashed her face to dribble down off her chin as well. She seemed delighted at the result but not so delighted when she felt that my cock, which she was still softly wanking, was already beginning to lose its vigor.
“Hey, that’s not fair, you’re supposed to take care of me now!” she had said.
Confident that she was now totally into ‘fantasy mode’ I told her not to worry, that ‘Tim’ would now take over and ‘care’ for her. She giggled at the prospect.
I helped her to her feet and she slipped out of her panties before exchanging places with me so that she was now laid back on the couch and it was me that was kneeling between her spread legs.
She looked at me with that kind of glazed sexy look on her face (whatever the hell that is supposed to denote!) and reached out to firmly pull my head toward her. I needed no encouragement, the aroma and the sight of that wet coral-colored cleft drew me in and I eagerly buried my face into her warm hair-fringed cunt.
She squealed with joy as I began kissing and licking at her ‘honey pot’ which encouraged me to dip my tongue ever deeper into her wetness and warmth. I got into a steady pattern of beginning my lapping at the bottom of her pussy, slowly working my way up, licking between the folds of her pussy until my tongue felt a hard nub at the top when I would then pause to softly suck at her protruding clit.
She would respond to the treatment by sighing and moaning things like, “Oh yes Tim, just like that ... yesss .... don’t stop .. oh, you bad boy .... “ and then I would resume the pattern and she would start her moaning all over again.
I’m not sure how long I knelt between her or how much of her juices I had swallowed when she began to have a series of gentle orgasms in response to the attention I was willingly giving her. What I do know is that my cock had been stimulated and revived its previous strength but, more uncomfortable, was that my knees were hurting like hell and I wasn’t sure that I could maintain my position for much longer! I made a decision and stood up.
Jessica ceased moaning, opened her eyes, and all her eyes saw was my stiff cock bobbing in front of her face. Her reaction was instant, “Oh yes Tim, give it to me ... fuck me... I want to feel your cock inside me, Tim!”
‘Tim’ obliged.
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Eventually, Jessica could not maintain the pretense of sleep any longer and she opened her eyes to see me looking at her. I was disappointed that, unlike the previous night, she didn’t seem to be impressed at the sight of my cock which was laying half-erect on my stomach. Instead, she just stretched and, gone was the alcohol-induced sexy slur, said, “Good morning, what’s the time?”
I told her and she sat up with a start, "Why didn't you wake me? I've got a class booked at the Gym this morning …" and with that, she flung the covers from her and jumped out of bed.
No continuation of last night's activities or chance of a morning fuck then was my unspoken answer. It was confirmed when she looked over to see my stiffening cock and said, "You'll have to take care of that yourself, I'm off to have a shower."
And so to the sound of the shower cascading in the bathroom, I did my best and gave myself a few gentle strokes and quickly came to a satisfactory climax but only to be made very aware and reminded that my hand was no substitute for the juicy pussy of my wife!
Our next encounter was in the kitchen when she over a cup of coffee asked, "So what are we up to today then?"
I nodded toward her dressed in her Gym clothes and said in what I hoped was a jokey fashion, "It looks as if you have already decided what you're up to. How long will you be at the gym?"
She gave me a pout, "Oh baby, I'm sorry I should have thought before I made the Pilates booking. I forgot that we were having a 'we weekend'. I'll only be a couple of hours tops then afterwards we can go to the mall I've got shopping that I must get done."
It was my turn to pout, if there's one thing I can't abide, it's shopping with Jessica. I'm a 'know what I want, get in, buy, get out' kind of shopper. Jessica has a different attitude that involves going into every damn shop, looking at every damn thing, and at the end of the day still can't make up her mind. It drives me crazy and she knows it. She was not surprised when I respectfully declined the invitation.
"What will you get up to then while you're kicking your heels waiting for me to come?"
"Oh, don't you worry about me? The guys from work have a Saturday thing going at the Golf club and they are always badgering me about joining in. If you're going to be out of the house for a few hours, seems like a good opportunity for me to go and join them."
"Aw, that sounds like a nice idea but … " she took a look out of the window at the gathering clouds, "… good luck with that, looks like there might be some rain coming to spoil that plan."
"Oh you of little faith, I'm sure it'll be fine."
With that, she picked up her sports bag and Yoga mat leaving me to clear the dishes. As she went out of the front door she blew me a kiss and said, "Have a good game and if Tim's there don't forget to ask about them coming over for dinner."
She wasn't thinking about dinner, I thought as I loaded my clubs into the trunk of the car.
I got to the course and at the clubhouse was welcomed by my workmates who were pleased for me to make up a 4-ball. We teed off (with me having the usually misplaced hopes of having a good game) but it was difficult to maintain my optimism under the leaden skies and my game steadily deteriorated from that moment on.
It was almost a relief when on the seventh hole the drizzle which had begun to fall a couple of holes previously turned into a downpour and our group wisely decided to abandon all pretense that playing golf was viable and we retreated to the clubhouse to get out from the wet. However, as nice as the company might have been, I only stayed for a short while before making my excuses and leaving for the more agreeable comfort of home.
The rain continued on my drive home and I was looking forward to getting out of my wet clothes and warming myself up. It was a surprise therefore when I turned into my street and saw that my parking spot on the driveway was taken up by a van displaying the signage of the appliance store in the High Street. It was then that I was reminded that our washing machine was waiting to be fixed by the store; 'the parts must have arrived', I thought.
Denied my space, I parked on the curbside down the street and walked back to the house. I let myself in through the side door which took me through the utility room into the kitchen. I slipped off my muddy shoes and placed them alongside the washing machine which was quietly rumbling away which told me whatever the fault had been, had now been fixed, but on reaching the kitchen, there was no sight or sound of Jessica.
A glance into the sitting room and still no sign but I heard soft sounds coming from above which indicated where she might be found, so I crept up the stairs suspecting that she might not be alone.
I padded my way along the passage which led to our bedroom and there my suspicions were justified when I saw this well-hung black male lying on my side of the bed, looking as if he was asleep with his black cock standing proudly at attention. Alongside him, in her rightful place, was Jessica face down in the bed, completely naked and breathing deeply as if trying to catch her breath.
The guy had a simply enormous erection and it seemed to pulse with life on its own. I couldn't help myself admiring it as my eyes traveled its length, admiring the long, strong shaft and large dark balls ('full of spunk', I thought). My eyes traveled back up the length of the shaft, coming to rest on the bulbous knob poking out of the slightly retracted foreskin.
It glistened in the morning light, covered with the remnants of cum, pre-cum and, maybe I thought, Jessica's juices. A strand of the mixture had dripped lazily from the tip of his cock onto his abdomen and looking at the erotic scene before me, there was no doubt as to what had just recently occurred; what other reason would there be?
I should have been outraged and stormed into the bedroom to confront the guy … but I didn't, instead, I held my breath, concealed myself so that I could observe through the half-open bedroom door and, almost without thinking, unzipped my pants, and grabbed my slightly-sore penis which had already reacted to the sight of what was before me.
I focussed again on that black cock and a rippling pleasure was felt as I thought of Jessica climbing atop the well-hung black male who was now occupying my place on the bed. Thinking of the contrast of his dark frame under her soft, vanilla complexion was making my mind work overtime; thinking about what came after she had settled on top of him made my thoughts even more fevered.
Lost in those thoughts, I pleasured myself for a few minutes, bringing myself to the edge repeatedly before pulling back. Soon my hand was covered in the slickness of my pre-cum and I shuddered a few times as I forced myself to keep quiet and to stop stroking.
It was almost like an act of farce when suddenly a slight gurgle echoed from my stomach as I'm guessing, my body reacted to not having eaten enough. The black guy reacted to the sound and hefted himself up onto his elbows to look around, first toward the doorway then, nothing seen, looked over the bed to Jessica.
He raised his eyebrows, "Hey, youse feeling hungry or summat?"
Jessica raised her head and smiled, "No, hungry for you maybe."
I had to smile to myself as I peeked through the door at the loving pair. This was such a dream come true for me. All this time, for almost my entire adult life, I had been having dreams and fantasies about such events and, now, it was finally happening.
Jessica stared back at him with groggy eyes watching him with the telltale sign of a quiet smile on her face. They stared at each other momentarily before he gestured down at his cock and said, "Well, good news for you, I got summat you can eat ..." and the two of them broke out in quiet, subdued laughter.
Jessica slowly shook her head with a smile and stared hungrily at his penis which by my estimate had grown into a full 9-inch black shaft topped by a purple-coloured knob. I shuddered again as I envisaged seeing this monster impaling my wife's sweet white pussy.
I didn't have to wait long and I believed that the black guy must have read my thoughts for as I resumed my soft stroking he rolled over onto his knees, his athletic naked body rippling with subtle muscle movements, and positioned himself between her legs which she obligingly spread.
Jessica giggled as she felt his cock make contact and straightaway pulled her white legs back so they were nearly directly over her head. Her movement gave me a perfect view as I then his long black cock slowly but rhythmically entering her pink, distended vagina, her swollen labia rippling as the ebony shaft slid in and out, small pearls of cum collecting along the edges; cum that could only have deposited inside her from a previous fuck.
It would have been rude of me to interrupt; so I didn't. I was entranced by the sight of this black guy holding himself almost completely motionless apart from his enormous cock and muscular ass, cheeks separating slightly as he pulled out only to gently clinch back together with each thrust. He was focused on having sex with the hungry white wife, my hungry white wife, and I was delighted for him.
"Ohhhh..." Jessica let out another soft moan as the squishing sounds of sex grew slightly louder, a wet slapping sounding as his balls began to gently smack against her bum with each thrust. Her entire body tingled with every soft 'slap' of his balls against her and I swear I could see rippling waves of pleasure covering Jessica from head to toe.
"Ooohhhh, yeah... ohh fuck yeah..... oooh, c'mon girl.... take that fuckin' cock..." he groaned through panting breaths and with each thrust I could tell that he was getting close to ejaculating, fighting through every thrust, pushing desperately for every last hard black inch of that black shaft diving in and out of Jessica's warm, tight pussy that he could fit in.
I became aware that my breath had become ragged as I jacked off with increasing fervor. My head was exploding with pleasure at the scene before me and I was completely agog at the sheer sexual potency on display in front of my eyes; in my marital bed; a ripped, naked black Adonis fucking my wife.
The contortions on his face become more and more pronounced, frown lines growing deeper, brow furrowing, and almost a grimace on his face as he continued to slowly but firmly fuck her.
"Ohhh, yes baby ... yes, baby ... give it all to me ... oh, yes, give it to me....," she egged him on with quiet passion, her finely-manicured hands hugging his waist, a glint from her wedding ring briefly catching my eye.
And with her urging him on, he lost control and his hips began a powerful trembling of orgasmic pleasure and he threw his head back and let out a sound like that of a wounded animal …
… and his hips spasmed powerfully as I could only imagine, were thick jets of semen exploding from his cock and into my waiting white wife below; hot streams of cum, fresh-brewed in those swinging black hairy balls eager to find her hungry womb.
Jessica also being overcome by orgasm as her legs quivered and a small, pained gasp left her lips, "Oh! .. Oh! … Ah!"
In my way, I followed suit, and with a shudder that overcame my entire body "Oh God. Oh dear GOD …," My orgasm hit and I let loose both a small groan together with a few short spurts of sperm into my cupped hand which I had had the good sense to position to avoid staining the carpet beneath my feet.
I peeked back into the bedroom and could see a pair of lovers who had now passed their climax as they lay there on the bed with heaving breath. Jessica looked to be almost smothered by the black guy who (as I watched holding my breath and softening cock) fell on top of her with a heavy exhale.
"Ooohh ... holy shit Bitch, youse are summat else, " he said breathlessly.
She responded, "You're not so bad yourself … two times, wow, who would have thought …!
They both broke out in small laughter, kissing each other softly as they basked in the afterglow; I took the opportunity of their being distracted by zipping up and finding myself a tissue.
Jessica tapped the black guy on the shoulder, "Have you seen the time? You need to get going, my husband could be back anytime soon. Wouldn't do to let him find you've been giving me a service as well as fixing the washer, would it?" she said with a laugh.
He gave a non-committal grunt, "Yeah, guess you're right … but I can always come back some other time and check if the repair has worked out."
"You're a bad man," she said with a smile, "I'll let you know the next time he plans to play golf."
What?! Had this all been planned? Had my sweet wife been playing with me all this time? The cunning …, well, not sure what I should be calling her.
The black guy swung his legs over the bed to get to his feet. I took that as a signal to creep back the way I had come and make myself scarce. I quickly retraced my steps, went back out through the utility room, found a pair of sneakers, and hightailed it back through the still-pouring rain to my car. There I sat and through the steamed-up windscreen waited to witness the black guy's van pull off the drive and disappear in the direction of town. I gave it a few minutes more and then drove the short route to take his place and park.
"You're home early," was the greeting I received when I went through the same door that I had recently exited. Jessica, wearing a bathrobe was standing by the washing machine as it completed its final spin cycle.
"Yeah, our game was rained off and there was no point in hanging around, so I've come home. What about you, what are you doing here? I thought you were going shopping," I said trying to maintain a bland expression.
"Uh, yeah, that was the plan but then I got a call while I was at the gym from the washing machine guy to say that they had the parts and could come by and do the fix. I figured that getting the thing fixed was more important than shopping so I told him I'd come home."
Wow, she was good. There was not a flicker of embarrassment or unease as she trotted out her explanation, she even went on without any prompting from me to explain why she was wearing a bathrobe, "I just picked up my stuff and came straightaway without changing or showering at the gym. I figured I would get done here once the guy had fixed the machine."
She looked at me standing there in my soaking clothes and then meaningly looked at my muddy shoes which had been placed there before my making this second appearance, "Poor baby, you look like a drowned rat. Come on, get out of those things and we'll get warmed up in the shower together!"
I needed no further invitation. I followed her up the stairs, pulling off my wet clothes as I went so that by the time we reached the en-suite bathroom, I was naked. I chose not to ask her why the bed was rumpled as we passed through the bedroom, I was more interested to see if she was as naked as I as she untied her robe; she was.
I also chose not to comment on the smell of 'sex' that permeated the air, it would have been a rhetorical question in any case.
We got into the shower and let the warm water cascade over us. Jessica had her back to me and I was well aware that she was taking time to wash and allow the water to wash away any residue of the black guy's cum that might be apparent on her groin and legs. It was only when she was satisfied that she had rid herself of the 'evidence' that she turned around and, my god, didn't she look lovely, her tits tipped with stiff nipples, streaming water which dribbled down to her hair-fringed cunt. I had eyes for nothing else but her beauty and, man, I didn't need to look down when she completed the vision and I felt her hand reach for my stiffening cock.
"Mmm, seems like someone needs a little treat to make up for missing his golf game!" she said with a gleam in her eye.
My thought was that it would only be fair given that she had already had 'treats' of her own … but I didn't say that, instead I said, "Mmm, that would be nice. What do you have in mind?"
She gave my stiff cock a playful slap, "Silly, you know what I mean, something a little bit better than golf."
I poured bath gel on my hands and with her approval began to wash and caress her beautiful breasts, she murmured with delight as I pinched and massaged her soapy tits. She further responded by pushing herself forward so that she could use my now rigid cock as some kind of dildo and rubbed it up and down the soapy slit of her pussy. Only it wasn't soap that was making the passage of my knob so easy, I knew what I was feeling coating my cock was a certain black guy's cum.
We both continued with our endeavors for a while whilst the water cascaded down and then without any prompting from me, Jessica once more turned around, leaned against the tiled wall presenting her butt to me, and said with a giggle, "I need you to fuck me now sir, do you think you can do a 'hole-in-one'?!"
I didn't answer, I just positioned my cock at the gap between those wet pouting lips that were so conveniently placed and I shoved myself into her warmth.
I swear that I heard a squelch as I did so and I knew that the squelch was not due to the water that continued to rain down, the feel of slimy slickness told me that I was putting my cock into a cum-bath of another man's ejaculation.
Jessica sighed as I slipped in. The sighs slowly changed into soft moans as I began to thrust and fuck the daylights out of her …. I can't describe the sound she made as I blasted my ejaculation.
Later, when we had both calmed down and had dressed for what remained of the day, we reverted to being the commonsense, conservative folk that the rest of the world normally sees.
"So, what shall we do now; do you still need to go shopping?" I asked.
"Hmm, it would be nice and with this weather, there's no point in thinking of doing anything outside. We could find a restaurant and have lunch out for a change."
And that's what we did. I'm no lover of shopping but I love my wife and if that's what she wants to do, then so be it … we went to the mall where I followed her around as she went from store to store, looking but never buying, and eventually we found ourselves an acceptable food outlet and sat at the table.
"So, before the weather spoilt it, how was your golf game?"
"Not great. I'm a fair-weather golfer and I find no pleasure in playing if the sun isn't shining."
She nodded sympathetically and followed by asking who had been there, " … was Tim part of the team?"
"No, he didn't show. What about you, how was the gym?"
"Fairly brutal. I went to my Pilates class and the personal trainer guy who runs it is some kind of psychopath I thought, he just never lets up. I was kinda pleased to have an excuse to stop when the washing machine guy called."
I smiled inwardly as I thought 'I bet you were' and had the vision in my mind of seeing his long black cock slide out of her thoroughly-used pussy with a 'pop' and a stream of bubbling, bright white cum begin to leak out.
"Funny thing is, that as much as I'm not keen on the guy, we might be seeing more of him, he tells me that he is looking to buy the house next door and move in to be our neighbor. How crazy is that?"
"I'm sure he might be a different person away from the gym. Don't worry about it."
"Oh, I'm not worried. I just thought it was some kind of coincidence, that's all. And tell you what else is a coincidence, the washing machine guy and he could be twins. I thought I was seeing double today when I got home."
I made some non-committal response but wondered if that meant she had in mind a large black hand reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock, jacking it slowly, causing another large bead of cum to form at the tip before dripping off lazily onto her cunt as she lay beneath him.
"Is he a ****** man; did he say when they might be moving in?"
"Yeah, I think he's married and, No, just said that they are looking and that our street seemed like a nice neighborhood."
And so the dinner table conversation continued us both, no doubt, having all sorts of flashbacks and fantasies that we weren't prepared to discuss out in the open. (I know I had!)
She brought me out of my reverie by asking, "So, what kind of week are you looking forward to, are you going to be just as busy as last?"
"Um, I'm thinking that it's going to be busy for quite a while yet. We are recruiting for a lot of new starters and that always means lots of interviewing, checking out CVs, that kind of stuff, and, oh yes, late nights as well. Be warned," I said with a wry laugh.
Jessica laughed, "Oh God, you don't mean that I am going to have to find something, a new hobby, to amuse myself with!"
"I don't think it's going to be quite that dramatic, don't worry, I'll still be getting home in time for dinner."
"Phew, that's a relief to hear .. and talking about dinner, don't be too busy and forget to ask and invite Tim and what's her name over to ours for an evening."
I could tell the way her mind was working. I said, "Her name's Missy, you already know that, and, yes, I do my best to remember to ask them over."
I didn't add that my mind was working in the same direction as hers and that I wasn't entirely focused on having dinner.
The rain still hadn't let up when we left the mall but I didn't mind I had already had the perfect start to the weekend.
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