A Truly Curious Truth
By
Ken
Regardless of content, all myth and legend begins with a kernel of truth. It's true ? that's why you can read so many of these stories and immediately get that ?feeling? that there is a ring of truth to them. Some stories, although excruciatingly pleasing, are so far-fetched we all know it is imaginary. Yet, at the same time, we can read another story and just KNOW that somewhere along the line the writer is basing his/her text on reality, no matter how slender the thread.
My wife, Karen, and I were both 25 when we married. Both of us came from very average, typical middle-class families. Karen had been sexually active before we ever met and I had scored on my own ? although Karen was far more active than myself. None of the guys she'd fucked were long term affairs ? the longest relationship was three months, tops. But the benefit to marrying an experienced girl was that you didn't need to 'teach? her anything ? she already had confidence in bed and knew what to do. Leading up to our marriage Karen was more than willing to fuck whenever we had the opportunity and was willing to give me a blow job even more than fucking! The one thing that seemed to be out of the question was openly 'swinging?. I know that a few guys got pussy from Karen during our engagement but she never admitted it or told me about it. The idea of doing something forbidden seemed to motivate her ? maybe she just liked knowing she could continue to attract the attention of other men, maybe she needed to validate some sense of worthiness on her part. I know Karen's ****** didn't expect her to remain totally monogamous ? one relative even told me they expected my wife to go through half a dozen men before she really settled down. I am not sure why the knowledge my wife enjoyed other men behind my back excited me. But I also know enough readers out there understand the feeling ? that super intense combination of jealousy and arousal that are so tightly entwined you can't say where one ends and the other begins. Try to explain why you get turned on because your wife cheats to someone not in that scene and they get horrified. But the moment you share your feelings with another guy in the same boat and he will smile, nod his head and agree in a split second.
Karen is an aggressive female. She isn't the Domme type, but once she knows what and how she wants something done her focus is narrow and she demands things go her way. I am not going to sit here and tell you my wife is a gorgeous specimen who belongs in a centerfold ? none of you'd believe it anyway. She's attractive, however, to lots of other men ? husbands know it about their wives. Karen tends to attract men who want/need to flirt. She attracts men who have that special insight about females who have potential to be readily available. All that, plus the fact that she has a pretty good body causes my wife to get a lot of attention. Although she is short ? barely over five feet tall, Karen is packaged nicely. Her light brown hair fall just past her shoulders and is thick and wavy, she has hazel-green eyes and a wonderful smile. The first thing that puts a strangle hold on your attention is her chest ? a very real 36D and, for now, there's very little sag to her tits ? they are full and heavy and are made more noticeable because Karen's waist is 25 inches. For my own tastes, however, my wife's best attributes are below her waist. She once told me a former boyfriend said she had 'dick thighs?, you know the kind ? full and smooth and so sexy you can cum just by having those thighs squeeze your dick. And between those thighs is a very dense triangle of curly brown hair, the kind of bush you just love feeling and running your fingers through. Karen's ass is round and prominent without being fat or jutting out. Her pussy lips are large and dark, the kind a girl has when she's been fucked a lot. The lips are faintly visible just beneath her bush and when she is excited they tend to open a little.
Several years ago I was exposed to the interracial sex scene and was captivated by it. I carried that fetish over into our marriage ? secretly wanting Karen to at least have sex with a black guy if not be aroused by blacks in general. However, despite all her other sexual experiences, Karen had never been with a black nor did she have any real interest in 'trying it out?. I mentioned the scene many times during our first few months dating and then during our engagement. Every time the subject came up Karen simply shrugged it off and changed the topic. After we were married I made the same comments, brought home interracial videos, etc. without apparent impact. I am not a cretin and soon figured I'd end up one of those husbands who just had different interests than his wife.
Our lives were dramatically altered during the fourth year of marriage. Karen works as the purchasing agent for her employer, a large medical supply company in our city. She has a constant flow of sales reps in and out of her office, all willing to wine and dine her in order to make a sale. In the evenings much of our conversation swirls around events at work, people met and the things they do. I began noticing Karen referring to a specific individual named Rick, a sales rep for medical supplies, who seemed to visit her office at least weekly and, on many occasions, twice a week. When Karen talked about Rick it was easy to see he'd made an impression on her, she enjoyed his company and, over time, seemed to fixate on his visits. I got to meet him during a big dinner presentation he was making ? spouses had been invited to the dinner ? and you can imagine how disconcerted I was to discover that Rick was black. He was engaging, very athletic looking and quite glib. When Karen introduced us and the three of us were just chatting over drinks, it was very obvious Karen and Rick had established a deep friendship. Although Rick was also married, there were times it seemed both he and Karen could care less -'the conversation never mentioned either spouse and centered on mutual experiences, likes and dislikes. And when the two of them looked at each other there was that unmistakable ?look? that cannot be described with words but tells the observer the two were of the same mindset. During that entire dinner I felt that vague discomfort of intense jealousy that was barely offset by a pronounced state of arousal. I knew beyond doubt that nothing physical/sexual had occurred between them but I also didn't think it would take much for it to happen.
Shortly after the first of the year ?it? happened. We lay in bed one night, just talking quietly in the darkness of our bedroom. Karen began mentioning Rick again and I felt my heartbeat increase. I reached over and began to gently fondle Karen's big tits. I had easy access, she wore a flimsy nightie to bed, tied at the neck by a thin ribbon, and as my hands went over her tits I felt the nipples become hard. ?You wanna play?? I asked. Karen shook her head. ?No,? she told me, ?not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, ok?? I felt deflated. ?I'm really horny,? I told her. Karen turned toward me and I felt her hand slide down my stomach and move between my legs. Her fingers wrapped around my dick and she began stroking easily. It felt good and I lay there and let her do the work.
?I have to ask you something,? Karen said. Why we were whispering is beyond me, but it lent a conspiratorial air to everything. I put a hand on her pussy but Karen's thighs remained closed. For the moment I satisfied myself with feeling her full bush. ?What were you gonna ask?? I said. I went back to feeling those big tits again. ?I got invited to go on a week-long ski trip to Vermont,? Karen told me, nestling her head against my shoulder. Her hand on my cock moved easily, a gentle, feathery touch. ?Work related?? I asked her. This was the first I knew of any ski trip and assumed a group from Karen's work was planning it. ?Kinda,? my wife paused in answering. ?Who all is going?? I wanted to know. I tried feeling her pussy again but, again, Karen's thighs stayed closed. ?Me,? she said. ?And that guy Rick.? I felt my mouth go dry. ?Who else?? Karen's hand gripped my cock more firmly. ?Just me and him,? Karen replied. ?He has a place up there near the resorts and he invited me up for a week.? She turned more to face me and her free hand cradled my balls as she pumped my cock in a steady rhythm. ?His company has a big contract that is up for renewal,? her breath was in my face. ?He said we could go over it and have fun skiing at the same time.? Karen began rubbing my cockhead over her belly as she stroked. ?Just you two?? I asked, my voice hoarse. ?Uh huh,? Karen nodded. ?Do you mind? I mean...I'd love to go but if it makes you mad....? her voice trailed off. I was trying to keep my thoughts in rational order. I was trying ? and failing. ?Sleep together?? I managed to get out. There was a pause. Even Karen's hand stopped for a moment and my hips thrust forward on their own. ?I guess so,? she finally whispered. ?It's just the two of us. Would that be okay?? ?You know you'll end up having sex,? I said, finally just blurting out the obvious thought. ?Mmm hmmm,? Karen replied, almost noncommittal. ?Is it okay for me to go?? I was trying to think clearly. If nothing else I wanted to enjoy this particular moment. ?You're basically asking me to say it's okay for you to just sleep with Rick and have sex,? I said. ?Uh huh,? Karen's whispered voice remained neutral. I decided to push the limits a little. ?If I say it's okay,? I told her, ?I'd want you to let him fuck you.? There ? it was out in the open. ?You sure?? Karen asked, her hand moving effortlessly on my cock. ?Yes,? I hissed. ?All right,? Karen replied. ?I'll let him fuck me.? It was matter of fact for her. ?Does that mean I can go?? ?Would you give him a blow job?? I wanted to draw this out. ?Uh huh,? my wife nodded briefly. ?Swallow?? I asked. Again there was a pause. ?Maybe,? Karen answered. ?We'll see.? She squeezed my cock. ?If...if,? I was having difficulty talking, ?you two fuck, are you gonna use condoms or let him cum in you?? Karen's hand stopped moving. I wondered if I had gone too far. ?What do you think I should do?? her voice was soft. ?If it happens do you want him to wear one?? The idea of Karen taking a black guy bareback was an incredible image. ?Maybe,? I said in a fierce whisper. I realized it would be the safest thing. ?But play it by ear.? ?I will,? Karen promised softly. ?So that means I can spend the week with him?? ?What do I get in return?? I asked, my hips moving automatically now. If I was going to agree to all this I wanted something in return, regardless how small a token. ?I'll jerk you off any time you want between now and then,? Karen suggested. ?Every night I'll jerk you off and then any time other than that.? She fondled my balls softly. ?And you can eat me every night.? ?Okay,? I heard myself agreeing. ?Go ahead and go with him.? I heard my wife give a sigh of pleasure and knew she was smiling in the darkness. ?You won't get pissed off or anything, right?? She asked. ?Yes,? I groaned. ?I promise.? I shivered and my dick exploded ? sending a thick wad of cum over Karen's belly. Only another husband in this situation can really appreciate the depth and intensity of what I felt during all this. Karen said nothing out of the ordinary leading up to the trip. Outwardly it was impossible to notice any difference in her. Each night I would eat her pussy and she would dutifully jerk me off and nothing else was mentioned. During the week she was gone I found myself tempted to call her but resisted. I spent that week with all sorts of images floating through my mind, jerking myself off four and five times a day. My wife was just where I had always wanted her and I was a nervous wreck.
I sat in a chair near the foot of the bed. Karen was on her back in the bed, legs spread wide and pulled back. Kneeling between her 'dick thighs? was Rick, his cock was enormous, maybe twice the length of my own and certainly two or three times thicker. He was leaning over my wife, kissing her and Karen sucked wetly on his tongue. I watched her hand gripping the thick black meat, stroking and fondling it, pulling it closer to her open pussy while her hips slowly gyrated on the bed. ?You want that black dick?? Rick teased her. Karen's face was flushed and she nodded urgently. ?Yessss I want it,? she hissed, jutting her hips at him. ?I want that black dick in my white cunt.? Rick lowered his hips, bring the wide cockhead into contact with Karen's open, oozing hole. My wife groaned and those thighs parted a little wider and she began feeding her pussy with black meat. ?That's it, baby,? Rick encouraged her. ?Give that white pussy what it needs. Show your husband what makes you feel so good.? At his words Karen looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust. The first inches of black cock slid up into her effortlessly. With a low moan she licked her lips. ?Look at it good,? she told me, breathing hard. ?This is what I want fucking me. Look at it go in me.? I didn't have to look hard. Karen's pussy lips flared open and as the thick shaft filled her hole the dark lips stuck to the surface of the dick, swallowing it. Pussy hair was stuck to the smooth inner thighs with glistening juice and rivulets of pussy juice formed a trail down into the cheeks of her ass. They fuck good together ? Rick and Karen. Actually, to be honest, Karen fucks good with any black guy she does now. Her hips make wide circles and her cunt humps so easily up and down on the cock in her. Black balls slap at her upturned asscheeks or are nudged tightly against them, held in place my pussy cream. I have watched over a dozen different black men fuck Karen, her thighs holding them in place as her arms go around their necks and she swallows their tongues and grunts and moans. I watch as black asscheeks clench together and know that whatever black cock is deep inside my wife is spurting long strings of semen in her. Even after they relax and Karen's thighs part and the black dick slips out, a silvery-white glob of sperm wells up from inside Karen's fuck hole and dribbles out and down her asscheeks. I watch as my wife's lips are stretched around a thick, black cock, her head bobbing up and down until I see her throat constrict. Sperm spills from over her bottom lip, stretching in a thick, gooey string to her heavy tits. I watch as her cheeks bulge and she keeps her lips pressed together until she can open and show me the mass of warm sperm sloshing in her mouth. She swallows deeply once or twice and then lovingly nuzzles the heavy dick. Karen is ?black only? now. Outwardly, in public, you'd never know she only fucks and sucks blacks. Her pussy is enlarged ? wider and deeper and she has taken an eleven inch cock regularly. I know she fucks Rick regularly and he has shared her with his brother and a cousin in addition to several of his friends. I guess the ?cheating? part is when Karen just decides to fuck a black guy and doesn't bother to mention it to me. I ?cover? for her, making up excuses why she isn't at home or can't get to the phone. She is consistent with me, though ? she jerks me off any time I ask and loves my face buried in her pussy, lapping and sucking away. Karen insists I wear a condom when she jerks me off ? she doesn't like getting my cum on her. She also makes me wear a pair of shorts whenever her pussy is bare ? my dick and her pussy can't be bare at the same time. Karen loves jerking me off over the toilet, standing there topless so I can feel those big, gorgeous tits as she pumps my cock and tells me to hurry and cum quickly. In a rush she will let me feel her pussy so I cum faster but the result is the same. Since that trip with Rick two years ago Karen has stayed ?black only? without anyone really knowing. That will change also in time ? she is pregnant and is just beginning to show that subtle bulge in her belly. I have asked her who the baby's father is and she laughs and just sensuously rubs her belly. Whether all of this is simply a fad or temporary lifestyle that will diminish once a brown-skinned baby girl slides from her womb remains to be seen. I had always wanted a wife that ?went black?. Now I am wondering if I have a wife who will ever try white again.
By
Ken
Regardless of content, all myth and legend begins with a kernel of truth. It's true ? that's why you can read so many of these stories and immediately get that ?feeling? that there is a ring of truth to them. Some stories, although excruciatingly pleasing, are so far-fetched we all know it is imaginary. Yet, at the same time, we can read another story and just KNOW that somewhere along the line the writer is basing his/her text on reality, no matter how slender the thread.
My wife, Karen, and I were both 25 when we married. Both of us came from very average, typical middle-class families. Karen had been sexually active before we ever met and I had scored on my own ? although Karen was far more active than myself. None of the guys she'd fucked were long term affairs ? the longest relationship was three months, tops. But the benefit to marrying an experienced girl was that you didn't need to 'teach? her anything ? she already had confidence in bed and knew what to do. Leading up to our marriage Karen was more than willing to fuck whenever we had the opportunity and was willing to give me a blow job even more than fucking! The one thing that seemed to be out of the question was openly 'swinging?. I know that a few guys got pussy from Karen during our engagement but she never admitted it or told me about it. The idea of doing something forbidden seemed to motivate her ? maybe she just liked knowing she could continue to attract the attention of other men, maybe she needed to validate some sense of worthiness on her part. I know Karen's ****** didn't expect her to remain totally monogamous ? one relative even told me they expected my wife to go through half a dozen men before she really settled down. I am not sure why the knowledge my wife enjoyed other men behind my back excited me. But I also know enough readers out there understand the feeling ? that super intense combination of jealousy and arousal that are so tightly entwined you can't say where one ends and the other begins. Try to explain why you get turned on because your wife cheats to someone not in that scene and they get horrified. But the moment you share your feelings with another guy in the same boat and he will smile, nod his head and agree in a split second.
Karen is an aggressive female. She isn't the Domme type, but once she knows what and how she wants something done her focus is narrow and she demands things go her way. I am not going to sit here and tell you my wife is a gorgeous specimen who belongs in a centerfold ? none of you'd believe it anyway. She's attractive, however, to lots of other men ? husbands know it about their wives. Karen tends to attract men who want/need to flirt. She attracts men who have that special insight about females who have potential to be readily available. All that, plus the fact that she has a pretty good body causes my wife to get a lot of attention. Although she is short ? barely over five feet tall, Karen is packaged nicely. Her light brown hair fall just past her shoulders and is thick and wavy, she has hazel-green eyes and a wonderful smile. The first thing that puts a strangle hold on your attention is her chest ? a very real 36D and, for now, there's very little sag to her tits ? they are full and heavy and are made more noticeable because Karen's waist is 25 inches. For my own tastes, however, my wife's best attributes are below her waist. She once told me a former boyfriend said she had 'dick thighs?, you know the kind ? full and smooth and so sexy you can cum just by having those thighs squeeze your dick. And between those thighs is a very dense triangle of curly brown hair, the kind of bush you just love feeling and running your fingers through. Karen's ass is round and prominent without being fat or jutting out. Her pussy lips are large and dark, the kind a girl has when she's been fucked a lot. The lips are faintly visible just beneath her bush and when she is excited they tend to open a little.
Several years ago I was exposed to the interracial sex scene and was captivated by it. I carried that fetish over into our marriage ? secretly wanting Karen to at least have sex with a black guy if not be aroused by blacks in general. However, despite all her other sexual experiences, Karen had never been with a black nor did she have any real interest in 'trying it out?. I mentioned the scene many times during our first few months dating and then during our engagement. Every time the subject came up Karen simply shrugged it off and changed the topic. After we were married I made the same comments, brought home interracial videos, etc. without apparent impact. I am not a cretin and soon figured I'd end up one of those husbands who just had different interests than his wife.
Our lives were dramatically altered during the fourth year of marriage. Karen works as the purchasing agent for her employer, a large medical supply company in our city. She has a constant flow of sales reps in and out of her office, all willing to wine and dine her in order to make a sale. In the evenings much of our conversation swirls around events at work, people met and the things they do. I began noticing Karen referring to a specific individual named Rick, a sales rep for medical supplies, who seemed to visit her office at least weekly and, on many occasions, twice a week. When Karen talked about Rick it was easy to see he'd made an impression on her, she enjoyed his company and, over time, seemed to fixate on his visits. I got to meet him during a big dinner presentation he was making ? spouses had been invited to the dinner ? and you can imagine how disconcerted I was to discover that Rick was black. He was engaging, very athletic looking and quite glib. When Karen introduced us and the three of us were just chatting over drinks, it was very obvious Karen and Rick had established a deep friendship. Although Rick was also married, there were times it seemed both he and Karen could care less -'the conversation never mentioned either spouse and centered on mutual experiences, likes and dislikes. And when the two of them looked at each other there was that unmistakable ?look? that cannot be described with words but tells the observer the two were of the same mindset. During that entire dinner I felt that vague discomfort of intense jealousy that was barely offset by a pronounced state of arousal. I knew beyond doubt that nothing physical/sexual had occurred between them but I also didn't think it would take much for it to happen.
Shortly after the first of the year ?it? happened. We lay in bed one night, just talking quietly in the darkness of our bedroom. Karen began mentioning Rick again and I felt my heartbeat increase. I reached over and began to gently fondle Karen's big tits. I had easy access, she wore a flimsy nightie to bed, tied at the neck by a thin ribbon, and as my hands went over her tits I felt the nipples become hard. ?You wanna play?? I asked. Karen shook her head. ?No,? she told me, ?not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, ok?? I felt deflated. ?I'm really horny,? I told her. Karen turned toward me and I felt her hand slide down my stomach and move between my legs. Her fingers wrapped around my dick and she began stroking easily. It felt good and I lay there and let her do the work.
?I have to ask you something,? Karen said. Why we were whispering is beyond me, but it lent a conspiratorial air to everything. I put a hand on her pussy but Karen's thighs remained closed. For the moment I satisfied myself with feeling her full bush. ?What were you gonna ask?? I said. I went back to feeling those big tits again. ?I got invited to go on a week-long ski trip to Vermont,? Karen told me, nestling her head against my shoulder. Her hand on my cock moved easily, a gentle, feathery touch. ?Work related?? I asked her. This was the first I knew of any ski trip and assumed a group from Karen's work was planning it. ?Kinda,? my wife paused in answering. ?Who all is going?? I wanted to know. I tried feeling her pussy again but, again, Karen's thighs stayed closed. ?Me,? she said. ?And that guy Rick.? I felt my mouth go dry. ?Who else?? Karen's hand gripped my cock more firmly. ?Just me and him,? Karen replied. ?He has a place up there near the resorts and he invited me up for a week.? She turned more to face me and her free hand cradled my balls as she pumped my cock in a steady rhythm. ?His company has a big contract that is up for renewal,? her breath was in my face. ?He said we could go over it and have fun skiing at the same time.? Karen began rubbing my cockhead over her belly as she stroked. ?Just you two?? I asked, my voice hoarse. ?Uh huh,? Karen nodded. ?Do you mind? I mean...I'd love to go but if it makes you mad....? her voice trailed off. I was trying to keep my thoughts in rational order. I was trying ? and failing. ?Sleep together?? I managed to get out. There was a pause. Even Karen's hand stopped for a moment and my hips thrust forward on their own. ?I guess so,? she finally whispered. ?It's just the two of us. Would that be okay?? ?You know you'll end up having sex,? I said, finally just blurting out the obvious thought. ?Mmm hmmm,? Karen replied, almost noncommittal. ?Is it okay for me to go?? I was trying to think clearly. If nothing else I wanted to enjoy this particular moment. ?You're basically asking me to say it's okay for you to just sleep with Rick and have sex,? I said. ?Uh huh,? Karen's whispered voice remained neutral. I decided to push the limits a little. ?If I say it's okay,? I told her, ?I'd want you to let him fuck you.? There ? it was out in the open. ?You sure?? Karen asked, her hand moving effortlessly on my cock. ?Yes,? I hissed. ?All right,? Karen replied. ?I'll let him fuck me.? It was matter of fact for her. ?Does that mean I can go?? ?Would you give him a blow job?? I wanted to draw this out. ?Uh huh,? my wife nodded briefly. ?Swallow?? I asked. Again there was a pause. ?Maybe,? Karen answered. ?We'll see.? She squeezed my cock. ?If...if,? I was having difficulty talking, ?you two fuck, are you gonna use condoms or let him cum in you?? Karen's hand stopped moving. I wondered if I had gone too far. ?What do you think I should do?? her voice was soft. ?If it happens do you want him to wear one?? The idea of Karen taking a black guy bareback was an incredible image. ?Maybe,? I said in a fierce whisper. I realized it would be the safest thing. ?But play it by ear.? ?I will,? Karen promised softly. ?So that means I can spend the week with him?? ?What do I get in return?? I asked, my hips moving automatically now. If I was going to agree to all this I wanted something in return, regardless how small a token. ?I'll jerk you off any time you want between now and then,? Karen suggested. ?Every night I'll jerk you off and then any time other than that.? She fondled my balls softly. ?And you can eat me every night.? ?Okay,? I heard myself agreeing. ?Go ahead and go with him.? I heard my wife give a sigh of pleasure and knew she was smiling in the darkness. ?You won't get pissed off or anything, right?? She asked. ?Yes,? I groaned. ?I promise.? I shivered and my dick exploded ? sending a thick wad of cum over Karen's belly. Only another husband in this situation can really appreciate the depth and intensity of what I felt during all this. Karen said nothing out of the ordinary leading up to the trip. Outwardly it was impossible to notice any difference in her. Each night I would eat her pussy and she would dutifully jerk me off and nothing else was mentioned. During the week she was gone I found myself tempted to call her but resisted. I spent that week with all sorts of images floating through my mind, jerking myself off four and five times a day. My wife was just where I had always wanted her and I was a nervous wreck.
I sat in a chair near the foot of the bed. Karen was on her back in the bed, legs spread wide and pulled back. Kneeling between her 'dick thighs? was Rick, his cock was enormous, maybe twice the length of my own and certainly two or three times thicker. He was leaning over my wife, kissing her and Karen sucked wetly on his tongue. I watched her hand gripping the thick black meat, stroking and fondling it, pulling it closer to her open pussy while her hips slowly gyrated on the bed. ?You want that black dick?? Rick teased her. Karen's face was flushed and she nodded urgently. ?Yessss I want it,? she hissed, jutting her hips at him. ?I want that black dick in my white cunt.? Rick lowered his hips, bring the wide cockhead into contact with Karen's open, oozing hole. My wife groaned and those thighs parted a little wider and she began feeding her pussy with black meat. ?That's it, baby,? Rick encouraged her. ?Give that white pussy what it needs. Show your husband what makes you feel so good.? At his words Karen looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust. The first inches of black cock slid up into her effortlessly. With a low moan she licked her lips. ?Look at it good,? she told me, breathing hard. ?This is what I want fucking me. Look at it go in me.? I didn't have to look hard. Karen's pussy lips flared open and as the thick shaft filled her hole the dark lips stuck to the surface of the dick, swallowing it. Pussy hair was stuck to the smooth inner thighs with glistening juice and rivulets of pussy juice formed a trail down into the cheeks of her ass. They fuck good together ? Rick and Karen. Actually, to be honest, Karen fucks good with any black guy she does now. Her hips make wide circles and her cunt humps so easily up and down on the cock in her. Black balls slap at her upturned asscheeks or are nudged tightly against them, held in place my pussy cream. I have watched over a dozen different black men fuck Karen, her thighs holding them in place as her arms go around their necks and she swallows their tongues and grunts and moans. I watch as black asscheeks clench together and know that whatever black cock is deep inside my wife is spurting long strings of semen in her. Even after they relax and Karen's thighs part and the black dick slips out, a silvery-white glob of sperm wells up from inside Karen's fuck hole and dribbles out and down her asscheeks. I watch as my wife's lips are stretched around a thick, black cock, her head bobbing up and down until I see her throat constrict. Sperm spills from over her bottom lip, stretching in a thick, gooey string to her heavy tits. I watch as her cheeks bulge and she keeps her lips pressed together until she can open and show me the mass of warm sperm sloshing in her mouth. She swallows deeply once or twice and then lovingly nuzzles the heavy dick. Karen is ?black only? now. Outwardly, in public, you'd never know she only fucks and sucks blacks. Her pussy is enlarged ? wider and deeper and she has taken an eleven inch cock regularly. I know she fucks Rick regularly and he has shared her with his brother and a cousin in addition to several of his friends. I guess the ?cheating? part is when Karen just decides to fuck a black guy and doesn't bother to mention it to me. I ?cover? for her, making up excuses why she isn't at home or can't get to the phone. She is consistent with me, though ? she jerks me off any time I ask and loves my face buried in her pussy, lapping and sucking away. Karen insists I wear a condom when she jerks me off ? she doesn't like getting my cum on her. She also makes me wear a pair of shorts whenever her pussy is bare ? my dick and her pussy can't be bare at the same time. Karen loves jerking me off over the toilet, standing there topless so I can feel those big, gorgeous tits as she pumps my cock and tells me to hurry and cum quickly. In a rush she will let me feel her pussy so I cum faster but the result is the same. Since that trip with Rick two years ago Karen has stayed ?black only? without anyone really knowing. That will change also in time ? she is pregnant and is just beginning to show that subtle bulge in her belly. I have asked her who the baby's father is and she laughs and just sensuously rubs her belly. Whether all of this is simply a fad or temporary lifestyle that will diminish once a brown-skinned baby girl slides from her womb remains to be seen. I had always wanted a wife that ?went black?. Now I am wondering if I have a wife who will ever try white again.
