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I'm no psychologist but as a requirement in my role as a Human Resource manager in a global recruitment agency I do like to study human behaviour and try to figure out what makes people 'tick'; why they act the way they do; their motivation, aspirations and all that other stuff that drives an individual. I'm never judgemental, folks have their own reasons and history for acting the way they do, but my observations bestow upon me the benefit of hindsight and thereby help me to understand myself and, hopefully, makes me a better person.
'It's an on-going process', I always tell job applicants and my work colleagues should I be asked to explain what my job is all about; it's the story of my professional life, I say, and I'm sticking to it!
However, in my personal life, it's quite a different matter, and not something that I can rationally explain (not that I would confess it to a stranger) for I have never quite figured out what makes my wife 'tick', the why and how we have gotten to the place we now occupy in our marriage and what the future might hold. No, there are some things in life that are beyond explanation and I would struggle to justify how we live our lives.
Having confessed that, don't get me wrong, I am absolutely delighted and thrilled that things have worked out the way they have; it's just that I can't explain how we got here!
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Gentle Jessica and I met after we had both graduated from college and although we weren't exactly naïve (we had both prior to our meeting had a few memorable 'dates' to reflect upon) neither were we 'experienced' in the sense of being very imaginative. However, having said that, it was after we were wed that she hinted at being receptive to ways of making our lovemaking a little 'less vanilla' (by 'hinting' I mean, 'made no objection'!).
I must admit it was often me that made the suggestions that we might spice things up a little and at the same time that I was nervous about doing so for Jessica's character is one of being very forthright and defiant. She doesn't suffer fools gladly and I was anxious that rather than spicing things up that she might be turned off the idea of doing anything other than lying on her back and letting me have my wicked way with her.
Not so, it has been that to my surprise and delight my wife has been the most imaginative lover and as a consequence of her encouragement for me to ejaculate inside that precious pussy of hers, we have been blessed (so far) with two girls who have grown up to be as beautiful as their mother.
It was after becoming pregnant the first time that Jessica gave up work as an education administrator and became a fulltime stay-at-home-Mom. I was aware that it must have been an underlying source of disappointment and frustration to her that she was now no longer an independent person with her 'own money' but she settled into her new role with her customary good humour and, dare I say, motherhood made her even more attractive. There was (still is) nothing more pleasurable to me than to come home from work and to see her smiling face greeting me at the front door.
Jessica has a natural beauty about her, I tell her that she doesn't really need make-up to enhance her perfect features, although, being a woman, she ignores my advice and has been known to dab some potion on her face or lippy on those perfect lips. She has shoulder length blonde hair that she invariably wears tied into a ponytail and, even when dressed in just a tee shirt and sweat pants or a simple sundress makes her look to me like a million dollars … and I defy anyone to say otherwise.
So that is the picture that she presents to the outside world or anyone who comes to visit. Having said that, her appearance and character when we are alone in the bedroom (or latterly, with selected friends) is quite something else. From our vanilla beginnings of sweet innocent Jessica just laying on her back and me nervously penetrating her pussy missionary-style, we have progressed through a virtual 'Kama Sutra' of styles of fucking and, I suspect, maybe have invented a few more.
Now, some years into our marriage, there's little that is off-limits and an older and wiser Jessica likes nothing better than for me to indulge and share with her whatever fantasy may take her (my) fancy. Sometimes it has been her that has taken the initiative in making a suggestion; other times it might be me that suggests that we explore an imagined scenario. The best part is that some of those fantasies have gone beyond just 'pillow talk' into being made real.
The first instance that gave me a hint that Jessica might have hidden 'talents' was when in the early days of our marriage it was revealed she had a fascination in seeing me cum. I don't know what triggered her delight in seeing me ejaculate, maybe it was witnessing the evidence of the power she had over me, the evidence of my love for her but, whatever the reason, she gained a great satisfaction from whenever we fucked, for me to pull out at the crucial moment and watch me spurt and shoot my cum. (Clearly, I didn't satisfy her wishes every time for we wouldn't have the perfect ****** we now enjoy!)
Even when that 'monthly embargo' prevented us from fucking, her fascination and fetish wasn't denied but was further served by her suggestion of watching me masturbate or for her to give me a blow job when she would, with her devilish sense of humour, control the timing of the inevitable climax. She became very adept at using her mouth; her fingers; her grasp on sucking, fondling and stroking my rigid cock and sensitive balls until, at her biding, I would explode with a veritable fountain of sperm that would coat wherever she had directed my dick. I rarely disappointed her for, if there is one thing I can do well, it is to cum a lot!
Her pleasures didn't cease once I had dribbled out my last for it was soon after revealing her delight at seeing the evidence of my love for her that she developed, so to speak, a taste for cum. I suppose, in some little way, I can take credit for introducing her to the taste inasmuch that, one time in my excitement at being sucked off by her, I was overwhelmed and before I could pull out of her, I committed the cardinal error of cumming in her mouth.
However, it proved not to be an error for afterwards Jessica said those immortal words, "Hmm, that was yummy!" which kind of hinted that she wasn't displeased at my lapse in controlling myself. Somewhat relieved that I hadn't disappointed her, I leaned in and gave her a kiss. She responded by pushing her tongue and my cum into my mouth and, I had to agree with her, it didn't taste too bad at all.
And so thereafter, whenever we fucked or sucked and she bought me to that inevitable conclusion we would share the taste of my ejaculation either by her encouraging me to cum over her face and then us kissing or, and what I enjoyed most, was for me to go down on her cum-filled pussy and to lick and lap between the folds of those delightful lips before sharing a goodnight kiss.
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Jessica has always had the talent of having a great imagination and getting things done. The girls as they grew up were never at a loss for ideas of something to keep them occupied; having a mother with a background in teaching just wouldn't allow them to get bored, and so it was in the bedroom, as Jessica's imagination never failed to delight me … especially when later, we followed up on the suggestion to make the fantasy real.
I don't recall exactly when it was that she started introducing her fantasies into our lovemaking. Still, I do remember the extra thrill when after we had had the most satisfying fuck and I was kneeling on the bed, she whispered in a suggestive voice as I was licking her juicy cunt and lapping up my spunk something like, "Hmm, I bet you wish that it was Missy you were licking .. "
Missy being the attractive wife of Tim, a work colleague.
I grunted with what I hoped sounded like a favourable response and sucked harder.
"… Hmm, and it was Tim's cum that you were tasting …"
I felt my semi-hard cock begin to swell as I envisaged the lovely brunette Missy spread-legged on the bed in place of Jessica.
" .. and that Tim was lying alongside me having just given me the most delightful orgasm and was watching you …"
I continued to lick and at the same time I took one hand away from her soft thigh and lowered it to feel and confirm that my cock had once again become fully erect. She noticed.
" .. and that Missy was stroking your cock just like you're doing and waiting for you to fuck her …, " a pause, " … again."
Her breathing quickened and she began to groan in that familiar way that signalled she was about to experience the orgasm that she had been imagining Tim had given her. I stroked harder having added the vision of Missy's hand upon me to my fevered thoughts.
"… and then .. Uhh .. " And then she said nothing more as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm and I was treated to the additional taste of a flood of her juices which I eagerly lapped. As I did so I then felt her fumbling hand push mine aside and she took over stroking my rigid pulsing cock, aiming it so that my spurting cum graced her breasts rather than soil the sheets. I had a sense of pride that I had managed to cum again so soon given that it had only been a short while beforehand that the cock she was so lovingly caressing had been inside the pussy I was licking and had already performed well, However, I did say that if it was one thing I could do well, it was that I was able to cum a lot!
We both settled down after our most agreeable lovemaking and once she had cleaned up and got her breath back, Jessica gave me a kiss and a cuddle and said, "Thank you, did you enjoy that? I did."
She didn't really need to ask that, it was a rhetorical question and she had already answered for both of us. Nevertheless, she didn't wait for me to say anything.
"Do you think that Tim's penis is as big as yours. I mean, are all men the same?"
I smiled and gave a non-committal answer that I wasn't sure, that some are longer; some are thicker; some are different colours; some come with 'bells and whistles' attached!
She gave my arm a punch, "Now you're being silly. You know what I mean."
I told her that I wasn't in the habit of looking at other men so I couldn't really advise but, if it was that important for her to know, that I would take more notice whenever I was in the Gym changing room or maybe standing at a bank of urinals.
She gave my arm another punch.
"I only asked because us ladies are not all the same you know."
Now she had my interest, I jokingly responded, "Who knew, what do mean, not all the same. Missy looks pretty much the same to me, apart from the hair colour, of course."
"Hmm, I bet without her clothes on, you'd notice the difference."
"Oh yeah, how so?" (I was enjoying how this conversation was going).
"Well, she's got bigger breasts than me, or should we call them 'Tits', you pervert. And I bet that she shaves her pussy, she looks the type."
I was unsure how Jessica could have concluded this detail, we had only met Tim and Missy a couple of times previously, both times at work functions but, as I say, Jessica has a great imagination. I reminded her that we had only met them socially a couple of times and maybe it was a bit of a stretch to making such judgements.
"Hmm, yes I know, but they struck me as being a nice couple. I think we should get to know them better; we ought invite them over for dinner some time …."
I sensed where her mind might be going and my cock began to revive at the thought. I made no objection to her proposal, just made a mental note that at the next opportunity when I saw Tim in the office that I would do just that.
" …. and talking of different cocks and different colours … "
What the heck was she talking about now?!
" … is it true what they say about black men?"
"Is what true?"
"You know, them being bigger; being a bit rougher with their women."
"No, I don't think so. Why should they be any bigger? We're all built the same, aren't we?"
"Hmm, I bet they are, it's something I read about. Perhaps it's something in their diet that makes the way they are."
I could tell that she was just being mischievous with this banter but, nevertheless, I went along with her teasing, " .. and why this sudden interest in skin colour?"
She rolled over onto her side, reached out and began caressing my now semi-hard dick, still showing signs of our last fuck, still wet with her juices and the last dribbles of my cum.
"Uh, I don't know. Just a thought that a black penis might make a nice change from a white one. You know, something different. What do you think?"
I didn't need to give an answer, my cock was now at an agreeable state of erection as she continued to stroke it back to life. I closed my eyes and listened to her whispered musings.
"Can you imagine, if his cock was not only hard like this but bigger as well ..!"
"Who are we talking about?" I asked disingenuously.
"You know, that Black man who you invited to come and fuck me."
"And why would I have done that?"
"You know, because you said that you would like to see a black man make love to me."
I chuckled, "I don't remember saying that".
"Hmm, you did, you said that it would be nice to see a big, fat black dick fucking my sweet white pussy."
"Wow, my memory must be getting really bad. I have no recollection of ever saying that."
"Trust me, you did."
By now my head was filled with visions of seeing that fat black dick pounding Jessica's 'sweet white pussy'. Her words and her stroking had brought me to that familiar state of feeling the stirrings of a climax building.
"Well, I guess that it must be true … I wondered why that black man was here. Best we let him in!"
She gave a giggle to hear that I had clicked into her fantasy and so I wasted no time. I pushed her hand away and climbed on top of her, positioned my rigid cock between the puffy lips of her cunt and fuelling the fantasy said, "Ready for my black dick, bitch?"
She squealed with pleasure as once again I began to fuck her.
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The following week was a busy one at work and it wasn't until the Friday that I had an opportunity to cross paths with Tim. After we had dealt with 'work stuff' I, to his surprise, gave him Jessica's proposal that he and Missy might like to come by one evening and have dinner. (I made no mention of what else Jessica had suggested!) I told him that our social calendar was flexible (aka, we didn't really have much going on at all) and to let me know when they might be free.
His response was positive, and he said he would get back to me once he spoke with the delectable Missy. He also said that he remembered how nice the times had been when they had previously been in our company; that, socially speaking, we were 'kindred spirits'. That, yes, it would be nice to get to know us better.
And so, had the die been set for another of Jessica's fantasies to become real?
I got home that evening to begin enjoying the weekend and, as always, the question to Jessica once I got inside the house was (after the required kiss), " …. so, how was your day?"
"Nightmare," she said in a jokey fashion, " .. the washing machine started playing up and stopped working mid-cycle leaving me with a tub full of wet washing."
"What did you do, did you call anyone?."
"Yeah, of course I did. I called that place in the High Street where we brought it. It's still under guarantee so they said they'd send someone to take a look."
"So, is it fixed now?"
"No. The guy said something about the programmer needing to be replaced; that he needed to get the parts from the manufacturer and it would be some time next week before he could get them."
"Hmm, so not so good then."
"Oh no, not so bad. He was a really nice guy. Very chatty, very flirty, full of fun and, oh yeah, he was black …. " she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"…. he said he would give me a call when he got the parts and make a date to come over and fix things."
She gave me a knowing look and asked, "Do you want to be here when he comes? You know, he might need some assistance .. to fix things."
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