Hi, everyone. My name is Joyce and I am a sex addict! This is my first time here; my first time doing this, so go easy on me, okay? I'm a little nervous. So, um, how do I begin? Well, my closest friend recently held something like an "intervention" for me and told me that they were worried about me and the effect my current lifestyle was having on my marriage and my life and suggested that I should at least attend a few of these support group meetings and confess that I am addicted to sex and see if my mind could be changed. I'd never even heard of a support group for my particular type of addiction, and don't really even know if I want to quit or change, but I figured that maybe I should at least give it a try, so here's my story.
I guess I should start at the beginning, huh? Okay, my name is Joyce Baker, and like I've already said, I guess that I am a sex addict. I wasn't always that way, a sex addict, I mean. In fact, not long ago, most people would have considered me very conservative; a prude, even.
I've been told that because not everyone can make every meeting of the group, and might be reading this in the minutes of the meeting, I'll describe myself. I'm a five-foot-four 30 year old white woman. I weigh 146 pounds, blonde hair, green eyes, 36C breasts, 29" waist and 39" hips and I've been told that I am a very sexy and attractive full bodied woman. I never flaunted my figure though and when I was younger, I wore sports bras and anything else I could find to make me look plain. I had developed early, at around 13 and became the center of attention at my school. I remember being embarrassed by all the boys openly staring at my chest and hitting on me. I quickly learned that I could avoid the attention simply by dressing differently. After I graduated from high school and went to college, I began to feel comfortable dressing normally again but the embarrassment I felt for my body, never really went away.
Well, until I met a certain someone...not too long ago and I guess that is where this story really begins;
***
"Please Joyce, you have such a nice body and our anniversary is next week...can't we please leave the lights on, just this once," my husband, Barry pleaded in the dark as he pawed at my breasts.
"Barry, no...you know I don't like anyone looking at my body. Not even you...it makes me uncomfortable," I replied, squirming as I felt the usual surge of guilt that accompanied refusing his desires. "I'm sorry, baby..."
"Okay....okay then," he sighed, clearly disappointed, but nevertheless horny. He rested on top of me, his little erection pressing against my naked pussy. He worked his full four and a half inches into me and groaned in pleasure.
Barry and I had been together for almost five years at that time, and we didn't have sex very often but recently we had decided to try to get me pregnant. I wanted a baby and Barry went along with it, most likely just to have more sex with me. I never much cared for sex. I was a virgin when we got married and I can still remember, just after we had gotten married, my friends used to talk about their sex lives. They made it sound like sex was amazing, but it never seemed that way to me. I wasn't sure if it was due to Barry's small size or inexperience himself since he admitted that he was a virgin too, or if my own inhibitions prevented me from feeling the supposed pleasure. Although I felt like I had missed the bus when it came to sex, I knew it made Barry happy, so I usually pretended to enjoy it.
"Yeah, Barry, that's it," I said mechanically as his short, quick thrusts stabbed into me.
His hands moved from my breasts down to my hips, pressing himself firmly against me and howling out "Oh, shit, Joyce, I'm sorry...I'm cumming already again," he rasped into my ear. He panted heavily a few times, then lifted himself up. I was relieved that he had only lasted maybe a minute inside of me, which was about par for him. "Maybe this will be the one," he said, patting my belly. He turned and lay on the bed next to me for a few minutes. What he said next, shocked me and has resulted in changing our lives, his for the worst and mine, well....I would definitely say, it has all changed for the better, but that is what also led to my addiction and me being her.
Barry said "Um......ah.......Joyce, there's something I really need to tell you..."
***
Barry is in charge of marketing and works at a relatively large firm and he makes good money. We got along most of the time and when we argue, it usually had something to do with him not liking my prudishness or his poor gambling habits and bad luck. In addition to Barry working, and despite my insecurities about my body, I somehow found myself a yoga instructor. I understood that it wasn't the best use of my B.A. in Psychology, and we didn't really need the money, but it did help to keep me fit, and I always found it easier to avoid attention to my body when I was surrounded by numerous other scantily-clad women.
AS I said, the one thing about Barry that really pushes my buttons, it is his gambling. He is one of those men who isn't very lucky and he certainly doesn't seem to know when to cut his losses. Though we weren't in debt, I knew that it could only be a matter of time before we could be in trouble if he didn't get himself under control. His gambling in fact, is the real reason that I'm here telling my story.
***
"Joyce, I'm sorry," Barry said, concern in his eyes.
"I can't believe you," I replied. "You're telling me that you made a bet...for ME?"
"Um........well, you see..." Barry stammered....trying to think of a good excuse. "It wasn't really me that suggested it. It was my boss! Yeah, Tyrell was the one that really made me do it! I ran out of money at the poker game and he wanted to play one more hand, so he said to me - he told me that I could have all the money I had lost back if I won that one hand, but he said if I lost, I had to promise that he would get to date you..."
"I'm not going out on a date with your boss, or anyone else for that matter," I stated sternly.
"But.....but Joyce......I can't back out now! Tyrell said that if I do, I might lose my job! Please Joyce, you have to do this for me...for us," Barry pleaded.
"Jesus, Barry. It's only three days before our fifth anniversary and now you're forcing me to go out on a date with your boss? If I do this, you had better do something really incredible for me on Sunday! It doesn't sound like I have any choice because we can't afford to have you lose your job so I guess I really don't have a choice, so I'll do it. But only this one date with Tyrell and you had better NEVER put me in this situation again."
"Thank you so much Joyce....." Barry mumbled........ "but.....but.....I kinda owe him...three dates. Tonight, Saturday, and Sunday..."
"What?.....you mean you even promised him a date on Sunday! That's our ANNIVERSARY?" I shrieked, my anger rising again. "You're telling me that I have to go out on a DATE with your BLACK BOSS on our ANNIVERSARY instead of spending that time with YOU! You're unbelievable, Barry. Un-fucking-believable!" I screamed.
My husband looked at me with fear. He knew I never curse except when I'm really furious.
I spun around and stormed out of the room and locked myself in the bathroom, not wanting to even look at Barry again.
"Um, I know you're really mad Joyce," Barry called from outside the shut door, "but you should know that Mr. Oswald is actually going to be here in a couple hours, so..." his voice trailed off.
I fumed in the bathroom, preparing the shower. This was by far the stupidest thing my stupid husband had ever done. I thought for a long time in that shower, the steamy water cascading down my silky white skin. I decided that, for the sake of Barry's job, I would oblige his selfishness and go on dates with his boss for the next three days.
***
Let me tell you about Barry's boss. Tyrell Oswald is a beast of a man, who is in his early thirties. He stands at a towering six-foot-seven, about 270 pounds I would guess, not fat but with rippling muscles covering his arms, chest, and legs and I realized long ago that it is no wonder why his nickname is 'Big T.' He keeps his face clean-shaven, and is a very good dresser. I don't think I've ever seen him wearing anything but a professionally tailored suit. The lumbering black man is an intimidating presence, and he clearly isn't accustomed to taking 'no' for an answer. Although he is a black man, I would be lying if I didn't say that he is handsome in a unique kind of way but I have still always thought of him as a brute and know that he probably bullies anyone smaller than him, especially my husband who stands 5'10" and weighs only 165 pounds.
***
I clutched my purse tightly, sitting stiffly on the couch, dreading the arrival of my black "date". My chest involuntarily tightened when the doorbell rang. I shakily stood and clumsily walked to the door, my heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. I opened the door and found myself staring into the barrel chest of Mr. Oswald.
"Hello, Mrs. Baker; it's been a while, hasn't it?" the huge man said pleasantly with a wide smile.
"Y-yes," I stammered, "I think the last time I saw you was..."
"The Christmas party," he finished. "Yes, how could I forget. Your husband sure was quite the drunkard that night, wasn't he?" The man laughed out loud, then went on to say, "Speaking of Barry, where is he?"
"Oh, he left...I think he was a little scared to see you," I replied, beginning to feel a little more comfortable around the amiable man.
"Scared? of me?" Mr. Oswald snickered. "Well, that's all right, maybe I'll see him when I bring you home later. May I say that you look very lovely tonight, very very lovely and sexy Mrs. Baker. Are you ready?" he asked, holding out his hand.
I looked down, not sure how to respond to his compliment. I had chosen to wear a long, black dress with a high top to cover both my cleavage and my legs. My golden hair stretched just below my shoulders. I had hoped that anyone who looked at me would think I was just an average full bodied woman. I couldn't help but feel, however, that Mr. Oswald knew that I was hiding my body. I reluctantly took his extended hand, stepping into the evening air. He shut the door behind me and I locked it, feeling his huge body near mine as I slid the key in and turned it. He walked me to his slick sports car and opened the door for me.
I blushed at the treatment; Barry hadn't held a door for me since we were first dating. "Thanks for being such a gentleman," I mumbled awkwardly.
"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Baker," the black man responded with a charming smile.
"So where are you taking me?" I inquired as he slid into the driver's seat.
"Do you like steak or seafood?" he asked, putting the key into the ignition.
"Oh yes, sure. I love them both Mr. Oswald," I replied.
"Good! I know just the place. Let's go! And please Joyce, call me Tyrell," he said, taking off so quickly that my head shot back into the headrest. He laughed at my shock but continued to make small talk with me all the way to the restaurant.
He took me to one of the finer steak and seafood restaurants in town, the kind that I realized was very expensive and where servers walk around filling up wine and water glasses as soon as you take a sip. Over dinner, the two of us talked at great length about many things, and I quickly realized that this man was not a brute or bully, at least not to me; he was very much a gentleman, more of a gentle giant, I guessed and he was very well rounded and a great conversationalist. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I have to admit that I found myself wrapped up in his words, and excited just to hear him speak during that dinner. When dinner was finally over, I was surprised to realize that I had actually enjoyed the evening.
I began the night with dread, and now I was almost sorry the evening was over and the truth was that I was actually looking forward to tomorrow's date. Mr. Oswald, Tyrell, drove us back to my house, still carrying on a lively conversation when we pulled into the driveway and he parked behind my husband's car.
"I had a wonderful time, Mrs. Baker," he said to me, leaning in close to me.
"Me too," I giggled, the alcohol in my system making everything seem funny, especially the fact that here I was, a married white woman out on a date with my husband's black boss with the full approval of my husband who was actually the one responsible. " And please, call me Joyce! Enough of this 'Mrs. Baker' stuff," I added. "That makes me sound like some old lady!"
"Very well, Joyce, but there is no way that I could ever think of someone so attractive and sexy as you, as an old lady! So, did Barry tell you the full extent of his bet with me?"
"Yes!" I said cheerfully. "Three dates," I said, holding up three fingers, "tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday!"
"Yes, that's right, but there's something else too, did he tell you anything else?" he said, his arm slipping around my shoulder.
"Something else?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
"Yes, we agreed that these would be real dates, not just pretend," he informed me.
"Okay," I laughed, "well, thank you for the real date! I had a really good time Tyrell! Will you pick me up the same time tomorrow?" I said.
Tyrell nodded and smiled, quickly hopping out to open my door for me. We waved good-bye and I clumsily made my way to the front door and went inside. Barry was fidgeting on the couch, a worried expression written on his face. "You're home!" he said, standing upright and quickly walking to me, grabbing hold of my arms. "Mr. Oswald didn't try anything, did he?"
"What? No," I said, annoyed at my husband's apprehension. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do, of course I do," he said. "I just...I guess I realized that maybe this wasn't the best idea. I don't want you going out with him again."
"Don't be silly, Barry. Tyrell was a perfect gentleman. He didn't try anything and I don't believe that he is going to try anything. Besides, I have to do this to save your job, remember?"
Barry sighed in resignation. He knew I was right.
***
I quickly remembered that even though I had a great time with Mr. Oswald, I was still upset with Barry for putting me in that position in the first place and so I told Barry that he could sleep in the spare room or on the couch that night because he was not sleeping with me. He reluctantly took his Pajama's and headed out of the bedroom and I closed and locked the door just to add to his indignation and humiliation. After Barry had gone, and I laid alone in my bed, I wondered what Tyrell had meant by a 'real' date. I shrugged it off and slipped into a deep sleep.
***
The next day, I awoke to an empty house. I wasn't concerned; Barry often went to the office on the weekends to catch up on paperwork. He usually came home around lunch time, and that day was no different. We sat and ate, both of us feeling awkward because of the situation that Barry's poor gambling skills had put us in.
Barry finally spoke up and said "Ummmm......Mr. Oswald said he'd pick you up at four today," breaking the silence. He moved his fork idly through the remains of his salad and then said "He also said that he would like you to wear something a little...well.... a little more...revealing," my husband continued, getting stuck on the last word.
"Revealing...? Does he know how I feel about -" I began.
"Yes, I told him that you don't like dressing that way, but he insisted. He said he wants it to be a special night, and he made sure to remind me of my job security. I know you hate it, but please, Joyce, just this once..."
I sighed. "Fine," I said flatly. I glanced at the clock; and it was already almost two. "Oh my, I have to get to my yoga class and get on back home to change. I have a full class to teach so if I'm running late, I don't want you running out. You need to be there to answer the door and entertain if I'm not ready." I told him before I retreated up the stairs and quickly changed. I quickly said my goodbyes to Barry and left the house, I estimated that I would get home around three-thirty, leaving me hopefully, just enough time to change for my 'date.'
***
Class passed quickly, as it usually does. The students thanked me and began heading toward the exit and I was hurrying to get my things together to head on home to change when I heard a deep male voice callout from the other side of the room. "Mrs. Baker!"
I looked around, trying to identify the source of the voice and I easily spotted the massive black man standing at the door, towering over the rest of the women as they left the room. My heart pounded in both fear and excitement.
"What...what are you doing here?" I asked in mild shock. The women filtered past him and through the exit, leaving the two of us alone in the building. I tried to hide my embarrassment from him; I had expected to have the opportunity to go home and shower and change, but here I was, standing in front of this muscular black man wearing skin-tight yoga pants, a thin tank top, and a sports bra.
"I called to see if I could pick you up early for our date and your husband explained that you teach a yoga class and said you were here, so I decided to change my plans for our date and make it a more casual evening that didn't require you to hurry home and change," he replied. "Not happy to see me?"
"It's not that," I said, looking intently at the ground. "I'm just...well....I'm not used to men seeing me like this. I figured that I would have time to go home and shower and dress up nice for you tonight." The truth was that I was ashamed of my appearance, and I took a step back. Tyrell caught me, lifting my chin up with his surprisingly soft hands.
"You're beautiful, Joyce, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. There is no need for you to be embarrassed or to have to shower and dress up for me" he said, staring into my green eyes.
I met his gaze and held it, wondering why his words meant so much to me. I had the sudden urge to kiss the bulky man. I leaned forward to meet his lips, but he backed away. "Oh.....I'm of sorry..." I stammered.
"No please Joyce, don't apologize. I'm flattered" he interrupted. "And I certainly would never tell Barry anything that happens between us. Anyway, let's go. After Barry told me you were here I told you that I changed the plans and I hope that you'll enjoy the change in my plans for you tonight," he said.
After I locked up, we rode in his car to our destination and I was indeed surprised: He had driven us to the old drive-in movie theater just outside of the next town. It had been recently refurbished and the owners had added a little fast food joint where the food was brought out to the car by people on roller skates. We had arrived at around five -thirty, leaving us two hours before the featured movie would start. Tyrell suggested moving to the back seat for the sake of space, and I agreed. While we ate our food in the back seat, we seemed to easily talk about anything and everything and I couldn't help but realize what a great person Mr. Oswald really was. Once again, I felt myself enthralled in the black man's presence, and really enjoying our conversation. I didn't even notice the sun setting until it hung low on the horizon as we continued talking and laughing until we heard the voice on the radio interrupt and say "Thank you for choosing our cinema," the voice said and then it continued on, eventually announcing the start of the movie. We stayed in the back seat even after the movie had started and Mr. Oswald, Tyrell as I now easily called him, said "You're really something very special Joyce," as we both sat facing forward. The previews began to roll, illuminating the large board in front of us and I felt him move his large black hand on top and slid his fingers around mine.
I thought for a moment about breaking the contact, but decided against it. "Thank you for the compliment, Tyrell," I said sincerely. "The truth is that I've never felt that way but I have to admit that it is really nice to hear you say it!"
Tyrell squeezed my dainty hand in response, his fingertips lightly brushing my inner thigh and sending a shiver up my spine. We were watching a romantic comedy about a man who finds out his wife was cheating on him and his adventures with a girl he meets while drowning his sorrows. Although the theme wouldn't have been my choice to select, it was still endearing and funny. About halfway through the film, Tyrell repositioned his hand, pulling mine over to rest on his leg. It laid flat against his muscular thigh, and I marveled at just how well-built the man was. He moved his hand back to my leg, leaving mine on his and my heart was pounding as he leaned in closer to me.
"Joyce," he whispered into my ear. I turned to him, our faces nearly touching. He brought his hand from my leg up to my face, caressing my cheek. "I want you to know that I've really been enjoying our time together," he continued.
"Me too," I whispered back. My heart was beating so fast that I was barely able to utter the words.
"I...well....I... think I'd...like to..." he began, his lips getting dangerously close to mine, but then, he quickly pulled away. "No, no, this isn't right. After all, you're a married woman."
My heart sank in disappointment. I was confused as to why I felt that way. He was right; it was wrong of us to kiss, and yet I knew that I really deeply wanted to do it. In that moment, I made up my mind and I just leaned forward and kissed the man.
He kissed me back and it was a really passionate kiss, maybe the most passionate that I had ever had in my life. He cupped my face with his masculine hand, holding me to him, keeping our lips locked together. He moved his hand from my cheek to my neck, kissing me again and again. My hand continued to rest on his leg, and I instinctively began rubbing his thigh. He slid his hand down to my chest, cupping my right breast and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it willingly, our tongues battling as we fondled each other. As I stroked his leg, my hand bumped into something very large and I broke away from our kiss and looked down, trying to see what I had hit. It was dark in the car, so I couldn't see very well.
"What was that?" I asked.
Tyrell chuckled. "Why don't you get down there and take a look?" he asked.
I moved my hand across the bulge, shaping it out. I thought that it was the shape of a man's penis, but quickly ruled that thought out because it was way too big to be that. I figured that he must have had something in his pocket that I hadn't noticed until now. I slipped my hand into one pocket, then the other, but both were empty.
"Is there something in your pants?" I asked, feeling the object now with both hands. "Look, I'm not trying to touch you or anything, okay? I just was trying to move this thing so I can feel your leg some more."
"No problem, Joyce. Go ahead and pull it out of there."
I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, leaving enough room for me to slip my hand under his waistband and I quickly located the object, wrapping my fingers around its fleshy surface.
"Oh my gawd," I said, my eyes widening, "is this...is it real? There's no way that's your...your thing!"
"Yes, it is Joyce" Tyrell assured me. "That's my cock. Why do you think they call me 'Big T?' Go ahead and pull it out."
I gasped. This man's penis not only put my husband's little dick to shame, but his penis was far more than twice the size of Barry's dick. I felt a sudden pang of guilt for what I was doing, but I knew I had to see this thing. I still did not believe that it could be real. I worked the massive thing out, barely able to make it out in the dark.
"I still can't see it very well," I said.
"Go ahead and get close to it, Joyce. It won't bite," Tyrell replied.
I twisted in the seat and leaned closer, examining the massive shaft and then, without warning, Tyrell grabbed the back of my head and directed my mouth over the tip of the throbbing member. I felt a warm fluid smear across my lips as the head brushed against me.
"Suck my cock Joyce," he said, his voice now spoke with authority and a demand.
I hadn't done this since high school and I was uncertain of my abilities. Regardless, I did as he said and obediently parted my lips, tentatively twirling my tongue around the dark mushroom head. The tip boasted a well-defined, flared out ridge, and I licked all around it. Compared to Barry, this monstrosity was unbelievably thick too. Barry's dick was not only small in length, but it was also very skinny around. Tyrell released my head and slid his hand down my back, digging his fingers into my round ass. He gently rocked me forward, pushing his cock slowly into my mouth.
So there I sat, balancing on my hands and knees as I sucked a huge black cock. Tyrell leaned back into the seat, groaning lightly as I worked as much of his giant black cock into my mouth as I could. I got probably five inches in before I couldn't take any more. It was less than half of his full length, but he seemed to be enjoying it, which motivated me to keep trying. I lost track of time as I continued to work the shaft with my mouth and tongue.
"Oh Shit," Tyrell said, gently pulling my head up after about ten minutes. "You are not only so beautiful and sexy, but you really are one fine cocksucker too, Joyce."
I blushed, but I knew that I was strangely pleased by his words. "I think it's time I return the favor." he said.
"Return the favor?" I asked, uncertain of what he meant. Before I could react, the beastly black man lifted me up and laid me on my back. He leaned over me, kissing me on the neck and taking my restrained breast in his hand again.
I moaned softly at his touch, biting my lip slightly. He moved his hands down to my slender waist and his head between my breasts, kissing the fabric of the tank top. His fingers were curled around the waistband of my yoga pants and his lips were just below my bellybutton when I realized what he intended to do.
"Wait, stop," I said and to my surprise, he did.
"What's the problem, Joyce?" he asked, concerned.
"Um...nobody's ever done that to me," I replied. "Besides, it's dirty down there and..."
"Don't worry. If you don't like it, we can stop."
"Well, okay..." I said, still uncomfortable at the prospect of a man's face down there.
Tyrell went back to kissing my stomach, slowly pulling my yoga pants down. They were nearly to my knees when I felt his mouth against my thong. He continued to pull my pants away with one hand as he slid his other up, brushing the thin material of my panties to the side.
His tongue sent an electric shock up my body. A moan escaped my lips as he twirled around my clit. He pressed his mouth against the top of my vagina, lapping at it with his tongue. He finished removing my pants, and as soon as they cleared my feet, I spread my legs wide to accommodate his muscular frame. He paused for a moment to remove my wet panties then buried his face against me again.
I moaned loudly, moving my hips in rhythm with his swirling tongue. I felt something building up inside me, and I was frightened. "Something's happening," I said, riding the relentless waves of pleasure coming from the skilled black man nestled between my legs. "I've never felt like this, something's happening!" I exploded, an orgasm shooting through my body like lightning. My legs tensed, my toes pointed out. My back arched in immense pleasure. The waves slowed; I relaxed my legs and back. Tyrell pulled his head up and wiped my glistening substance from his mouth.
"I take it you liked it," he said, sure of himself.
"Oh my yes," I managed to reply, breathing heavily. "What was that?"
"I think that you, my dear, just had your very first orgasm," he said.
"That was amazing," I said, collapsing back against the seat.
"You ain't felt nothin' yet," the burly man said as he climbed on top of me.
I looked up at him, making out the strong angles of his face in the darkness. I couldn't tell for sure, but it almost looked like he had a sinister grin. His hands found my thighs, propping my legs open wide as he lowered himself between them. Our lips met again, and I detected the faint, distinct taste of my own vagina. He pulled back and whispered, "Are you ready Joyce?"
Once again, my heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt the spongy tip of his hard, black shaft brushing against my dripping sex hole. The world seemed to pause. Everything was frozen. I knew that what I decided to do at that very moment would affect the rest of my life. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around the giant of a man and pulled him down. His thick penis pushed against my vagina, slowly breaching it. My lips parted as I let out a soft moan. The flared-out head entered me, stretching my tight hole to its limit. He pushed in, and I could feel the walls of my vagina spreading for the intruder. I had never even come close to this feeling with Barry.
Tyrell's tongue slid into my open mouth as he gently inched his massive cock inside of me. It hurt but the pain quickly subsided and I grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. Wrapping my slender legs around his muscular form, I pulled his big black cock in deeper.
"Oh Gawd," I whispered, breaking both our kiss and my taboo of curse words. "Your penis is so big!" I writhed in pleasure under the big black man, loving every inch of him.
"This isn't a penis," Tyrell said. "This is a cock. A big, black cock. Say it."
"Yes....you have such a ...big..black ....cock, Tyrell!"
Holding my waist, my date dug in deeper, moving past the former benchmark my husband's little dick had set.
I yelped as the black man explored previously untouched parts of me. "Oh fuck," I repeated.
"Almost all the way there," Tyrell said, slowly backing out and pushing back in.
I looked at the sight between my legs. The man's huge black cock was nearly entirely inside me and when he pushed further, I felt another inch or so of his cock bottom out against my cervix and I started moaning as I felt another orgasm coming.
"Hang on," he said, preparing to force the rest of his cock into me. I braced myself as he pushed in again, breaking past my cervix and I felt his big black cock actually entering my womb.
I screamed loudly and dug my fingers into his back.
"It hurts," I sobbed, flinching at each womb-penetrating thrust. And then the pain was suddenly over and it felt numb for a second and then the numbness began to materialize into the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. A feeling quite similar to the one I had experienced when Tyrell was licking my clit washed over me, building up inside me. I knew I was about to have another orgasm. My mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure as Tyrell began to quicken his pace. His black cock slammed deep into me and then it withdrew and then slammed back inside of me again as he fucked me silly. This went on for several minutes and I sucked in a deep breath of air, then moaned loudly as another orgasm rocketed through my slender body, and then another and another. Tyrone continued to fuck me for what seemed like a half hour and each orgasm seemed bigger than the last. Finally, I felt Tyrell tense up, and I felt him digging his fingers into my ass as he pulled me tightly against him and he plowed his thick black cock all the way into me and groaned.
I could feel his heavy balls pulsate as they rested against my round ass. His thick nigger seed blasted directly into my womb, which greedily accepted the dominant man. Our simultaneous orgasms sent me to new heights. I clenched my teeth and scratched the man's back, feeling his hot cum flooding my vaginal cavity. He gave a few more small thrusts as if to squeeze any remaining semen into me, then slowly pulled out, breathing heavily. I laid there, thick cum slowly oozing from between my swollen labia.
"Holy shit," I said, propping myself up on my elbows and gasping for breath. "That was amazing, Tyrell!"
"Look who's talking, you were amazing too Joyce" he replied with a big smile.
***
That was how our second date went. We cleaned up, he drove me back to my car at the yoga studio, and I went home to a husband that I knew could never ever satisfy me. Again, I made Barry sleep in the spare room, this time not as much because I was still mad, but because I didn't want him touching me. I didn't even shower and went to sleep with Tyrell's cum still deep inside of me and thinking about how great sex was with him and how much better sex is with a man with a big cock. I also was wondering just what tomorrow's date might bring.
***
Tyrell arrived at five o'clock sharp. Since he knew that it was Barry and my anniversary, Tyrell had requested that we have our third and final date at my home, where he said that he hoped the three of us could enjoy dinner and perhaps a movie together. I decided wear a strapless dress that night. It was what I had planned to wear the evening before, anyway. I cooked my specialty baked chicken dish which both men thoroughly enjoyed. Then we all sat in the living room: Tyrell and I next to each other on the couch with my husband in the recliner.
"I brought a movie from home for us to watch," Tyrell said. "I hope you don't mind watching it with me."
Barry and I nodded, and my husband took the unmarked disc and inserted it into the DVD player. It loaded up and we watched as the movie began. The camera followed a busty white woman and what appeared to be her husband as they walked through a rundown part of town. They were clearly lost, but the man refused to ask for directions. The couple came across a skinny black man with cornrows. The woman gestured to her husband, who resolutely shook his head. He retrieved a map from his pocket and began looking at it, rotating it, clearly unsure of the proper orientation. The woman, exasperated, threw her hands up in the air and walked toward the black man.
"What is this?" Barry asked, glancing over at Tyrell and me. Neither of us responded, so Barry just turned his attention back to the movie.
The black man was rubbing his chin, staring openly at the white breasts that were barely covered by the woman's clothes. He took her hand and nodding, pointing vaguely. The husband followed, still fumbling with his map, oblivious of the black man's hand grabbing his wife's ass as they walked out of view of the camera.
The scene then cut to the inside of a garage. The bumbling white man was, for some reason, still trying to decipher the map as his wife's top was removed by the athletic black man. Her breasts bounced free and the black man immediately pulled her nipple into his mouth.
My mouth hung open as I watched the scene. I couldn't believe that Tyrell was having me and my husband watch something like this!
Barry looked over at us, bewildered. "What the hell is going on?" my husband asked slowly, standing up.
"I'll tell you what's going on," Tyrell said. "Your sexy hot white wife belongs to me now Barry. I fucked that married white pussy of hers last night and she loved it. She's become my married white slut nigger cum dumpster now."
"Joyce?" Barry said as if to ask if it were true.
I remained frozen, my jaw still hanging wide open.
Barry looked at me, his eyes furrowed. "Joyce, tell me he's lying."
"I'm not lying, Barry. If you don't believe me, you can just watch this and see for yourself," Tyrell said, standing up, undoing his pants, and pulling out the big black cock that had given me so much pleasure the evening before. He waved it in front of my face, grazing my drooping mouth. I looked at my husband apologetically, and then I took hold of the big black cock and stuffed it in my mouth and began to give Tyrell a blow job.
Barry watched in disbelief as I was sucking his boss's big black cock right there in front of him.
I have to admit that I did feel a little guilty, but the guilt was far outweighed by the excitement I was feeling from the depravity of the act. I held Tyrell's huge black balls as I took him into my mouth, wanting my husband to see how much I really did love sucking Tyrell's big black cock. I glanced at the screen -- the woman in the video was on her knees sucking the black man while her husband watched, too.
"See, Barry? Your white wife loves my big black cock now." Tyrell laughed cruelly. "Come on, let's take this party upstairs. I want you to see how your wife looks with a real man's cock in her married white cunt."
Tyrell pulled his massive cock from my mouth and picked me up. He wrapped his arm around my back and behind my knees, easily toting me across the room and up the stairs.
Barry trudged behind, shocked at what was going on.
"Which one is your room?" Tyrell asked, stopping and indicating that he wanted Barry to lead. He carried me effortlessly behind my husband as Barry led his black boss to our bedroom. Tyrell placed me upright on our bed, putting his tasty black cock back in my mouth again. "See how much she loves this big black cock Barry?"
Barry looked in dismay at me. His eyes were pleading with me to stop, but I knew I couldn't.
I knew that I wanted this black man to fuck me again so that I could experience the kind of orgasms I had never experienced from Barry's little dick. I took Tyrell's big black cock as deep in my mouth as I could, estimating that I took nearly seven inches of his thick cock into my hungry mouth this time.
"Should I cum on your wife's pretty face, Barry?" Tyrell asked.
My pussy quivered at the thought of this dominant black man unloading his cum all over my face. "Oh my, she's sucking my cock even harder, Barry! I think she really wants it!"
Barry shook his head no, and looked down at the floor, unable to look at us.
"Oh yeah, I know that she wants it," Tyrell said. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop and shoved me down on my marital bed. "She wants it, but I'm not going to waist it on her face. I want to shoot all this nigger cum inside that married white cunt of hers."
Barry watched helplessly as Tyrell lifted my dress past my waist, revealing my moist panties. Always before, I was embarrassed and didn't like anyone to see my body, but for some odd reason, I didn't mind Tyrell seeing it. He slipped my underwear off, revealing my wet pussy. "Look at your wife, Barry. She's really wet and more than ready to fuck a black man right here in front of you, and in your own marital bed!"
Barry shook his head in despair and looked pleadingly into my eyes once again. "Joyce...Joyce, please don't...please..... stop this now before it's too late," he said.
I looked at Barry's sad eyes and said "I'm sorry, Barry, but Tyrell is right. I need a real man's cock in me right now. I need a big black cock to satisfy me."
Tyrell laughed loudly and pressed his massive cock against my opening. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the big black cock begin to enter my pussy. Tyrell pushed harder and more of his big cock slid inside my wet and waiting pussy. The combination of his long thick shaft sliding deeper inside and stretching me open and the thought of my husband watching it all, sent me over the edge and I began to orgasm again and again as I came hard on Tyrell's big black cock.
"See that, Barry? Your slutty wife just came from taking my big black cock inside that married white pussy of hers and I haven't even really started to fuck her yet!"
My husband covered his face. Despite his agony, I could clearly see that his little dick was erect and pressing against the front of his pants just from seeing me being penetrated by Tyrell's big black cock.
"Oh Barry," I said, looking into Barry's eyes, "this big black cock feels so good in my pussy! Tyrell's cock is so much bigger than yours and it can even make me cum, something you never could do! I want you to watch me. I want you to see me take your boss's big black cock all the way inside my white pussy and I want you to take your little dick out and jack off while you watch! Oh fuck, he's already in so deep!"
Barry had never heard me talk like this, and he was obviously stricken by it, but I saw him unzip his pants and take his little white dick out and begin to stroke it.
Tyrell began to pummel my pussy really hard now. "Shit, Barry! Your wife's pussy is so damn tight! Your little dick has never even reached this far so it's like she's never been fucked before....ever! It won't be long before I blow my load and shoot all my nigger cum into her!" Tyrell said to my husband. "I know when we had our talk that you said that y'all were tryin' to make a baby, right? Well, maybe I'll knock this fine white bitch up for you and plant a black baby in her!"
Barry's eyes widened as if he was going to say something but then, I screamed out, really loudly, when the biggest orgasm I ever had in my life hit me and I was cumming again. Tyrell slipped both of his hands under my ass and pulled me tightly to him, while pushing his big black cock deeper into my womb before I felt him unleashing a torrent of hot cum inside of me. Barry watched in dismay but continued to jack off as his black boss shot his nigger cum deep inside of my pussy. The thick creamy jizz filled me up just as it had the night before and it ran out around his cock and down between the cheeks of my ass and made a big wet circle on the bedspread under us. Tyrell grinned at Barry and the he pulled his big black cock out of my pussy, leaving a trail of thick white cum.
I immediately sat up and pulled Tyrell's cum-coated cock into my mouth, tasting both of our juices and I sucked him passionately, desperately wanting him to fuck me again in front of my husband.
"Look at this, Barry! Your wife really is a black cock slut! She loves black cock...no, hell man, she craves it!" Tyrell laughed, looking at my husband and then at me and then he said "Hmm, I wonder...Joyce, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
Keeping his massive cock in my mouth, I shook my head no. Tyrell looked at my husband apologetically and then said "sorry, Barry. Looks like your fine wife's tight ass is gonna need some attention. You wanna stay and keep on watching?"
My husband didn't respond. He just stood there, jacking his little dick off, resigned to his fate.
Tyrell smiled and shrugged, then began removing the rest of his clothes as I continued sucking his cock and getting it hard again. "Take your dress off, Joyce," he commanded.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly removed my clothes, revealing to my husband and the black man in front of me my completely nude body. I looked up at Tyrell, awaiting my next orders. "Now turn around and lean over the bed Joyce. I'm gonna fuck your virgin ass."
Though I was a little apprehensive, I complied. I stuck my ass out for Tyrell, and he slipped his cock into my cum-filled pussy first and pumped it in and out a few times, soaking his thick cock shaft with our combined juices, then pulled it out and pressed it firmly between my ass cheeks. "Bet you thought you'd be the first one to pop your wife's ass cherry, huh Barry?" Tyrell asked looking at Barry.
Barry said nothing and just continued to stroke his tiny dick.
Holding his massive cock with one hand and my hip with the other, Tyrell leaned forward, putting pressure on my tight sphincter. I gritted my teeth as he pushed, and eventually my anus gave way to his relentless thrusting. I yelped out from the sharp pain as my virgin ass stretched around the thick black cock.
I breathed deeply, concentrating on the inkling of pleasure that I felt beginning to mix with the pain.
"Look at her, Barry; look at your wife! She's taking her first cock up her ass and it's a nice big black cock!" Tyrell spread my cheeks with his massive hands, looking down as he pushed forward and watched his big black cock disappear further and further into my tight butt. It continued to hurt as the big cock slid deeper and deeper opening my insides up as it went and then I realized that it began to feel incredibly good, and I quickly came again.
"See that? Did you see that Barry? Your wife just came from getting fucked in her ass by my big black cock! She really does love black cock in her mouth, her cunt, and up that beautiful ass of hers."
I pushed my hips back, welcoming more of the black stud's long cock. My anus stretched wide around his this shaft. Tyrell picked up the pace, plunging into my virgin ass hard. I felt my own orgasms building again and when they hit, I came over and over again as he dominated my tiny white body and pounded his big black cock in and out of my ass.
"Yes! That's it. Fuck my ass with your big black cock!" I moaned. I was surprised when I felt Tyrell quickly pull his cock out of my throbbing ass and shove it into my soaking pussy. He squeezed my ass tightly and I felt another thick load of hot nigger cum shoot out of his cock and fill my pussy again.
"Oh fuck yes, take that cum...take all that nigger cum in that married white pussy again Joyce! I bet I might be gonna make this white bitch pregnant tonight," he roared.
I came hard on the big black cock in my pussy as I felt the hot thick cum pouring into me again. After a few minutes, Tyrell pulled his cock out of me, leaving my pussy still stretched wide open to freely drip his thick cum that was overflowing now.
"Why did you have to do this Mr. Oswald ?" Barry asked, tears streaming down his face.
"Why......Because your wife needs a real man's cock in that hot white pussy of hers," Tyrell replied coldly. "She deserves a real man's cock Barry, not that little excuse for a dick that you have between your legs! Joyce is a very beautiful and sexy woman and she needs a real man fucking her!" "Ain't that right, Joyce?"
Panting, I looked at my husband. "He's right, dear. Your little dick just doesn't do it for me. I need a big black cock to stretch this white pussy open and fill me up with cum. Now why don't you be a good boy and go down and sleep on the couch. Tyrell and I need to discuss some things. Oh, and happy anniversary. It's definitely the best one I've ever had!"
Heartbroken, my husband trudged out of the room, his dick still hanging out of the front of his pants.
I have no doubt that he finished jacking off, probably several times as he heard my screams as his black boss fucked me in every hole several more time all through the night. Tyrell was a real stud in bed and he definitely proved that he could fuck all night.
***
So that's my story. That's how I became a sex addict and I've certainly not been cured yet. Tyrell still comes over three or four times a week to make sure my pussy gets lots of his nigger cum and if he can't make it over, and I get horny, I go and visit my husband at work in order to get some of his boss's big black cock and cum in me. By now, everyone in my husband's office knows that Tyrell is fucking me and I don't care.
Barry and I are still together -- even though I'm completely black owned and black pregnant now. Tyrell says that he plans on keeping me knocked up for the next three or four years and says he wants to have at least four or five offspring and that's fine with me.
Barry still loves to watch as I am fucked by Tyrell and he jacks his little dick off and when Tyrell is finished with me, Barry has learned to lick and clean the cum out of my pussy and off of his boss's cock and he has gotten quite good at it and he can now usually give me an orgasm while he is cleaning me with his tongue.
I don't mind any of this or the fact that I know that I'm addicted. In fact, I think that in so many ways, Barry and I are even closer than we ever were before, except for any form of sex, which is totally off limits for him. He is allowed to jack off as often as he wants, which is pretty often. Oh yes, and one other thing. Barry has totally quit gambling!
I guess I should start at the beginning, huh? Okay, my name is Joyce Baker, and like I've already said, I guess that I am a sex addict. I wasn't always that way, a sex addict, I mean. In fact, not long ago, most people would have considered me very conservative; a prude, even.
I've been told that because not everyone can make every meeting of the group, and might be reading this in the minutes of the meeting, I'll describe myself. I'm a five-foot-four 30 year old white woman. I weigh 146 pounds, blonde hair, green eyes, 36C breasts, 29" waist and 39" hips and I've been told that I am a very sexy and attractive full bodied woman. I never flaunted my figure though and when I was younger, I wore sports bras and anything else I could find to make me look plain. I had developed early, at around 13 and became the center of attention at my school. I remember being embarrassed by all the boys openly staring at my chest and hitting on me. I quickly learned that I could avoid the attention simply by dressing differently. After I graduated from high school and went to college, I began to feel comfortable dressing normally again but the embarrassment I felt for my body, never really went away.
Well, until I met a certain someone...not too long ago and I guess that is where this story really begins;
***
"Please Joyce, you have such a nice body and our anniversary is next week...can't we please leave the lights on, just this once," my husband, Barry pleaded in the dark as he pawed at my breasts.
"Barry, no...you know I don't like anyone looking at my body. Not even you...it makes me uncomfortable," I replied, squirming as I felt the usual surge of guilt that accompanied refusing his desires. "I'm sorry, baby..."
"Okay....okay then," he sighed, clearly disappointed, but nevertheless horny. He rested on top of me, his little erection pressing against my naked pussy. He worked his full four and a half inches into me and groaned in pleasure.
Barry and I had been together for almost five years at that time, and we didn't have sex very often but recently we had decided to try to get me pregnant. I wanted a baby and Barry went along with it, most likely just to have more sex with me. I never much cared for sex. I was a virgin when we got married and I can still remember, just after we had gotten married, my friends used to talk about their sex lives. They made it sound like sex was amazing, but it never seemed that way to me. I wasn't sure if it was due to Barry's small size or inexperience himself since he admitted that he was a virgin too, or if my own inhibitions prevented me from feeling the supposed pleasure. Although I felt like I had missed the bus when it came to sex, I knew it made Barry happy, so I usually pretended to enjoy it.
"Yeah, Barry, that's it," I said mechanically as his short, quick thrusts stabbed into me.
His hands moved from my breasts down to my hips, pressing himself firmly against me and howling out "Oh, shit, Joyce, I'm sorry...I'm cumming already again," he rasped into my ear. He panted heavily a few times, then lifted himself up. I was relieved that he had only lasted maybe a minute inside of me, which was about par for him. "Maybe this will be the one," he said, patting my belly. He turned and lay on the bed next to me for a few minutes. What he said next, shocked me and has resulted in changing our lives, his for the worst and mine, well....I would definitely say, it has all changed for the better, but that is what also led to my addiction and me being her.
Barry said "Um......ah.......Joyce, there's something I really need to tell you..."
***
Barry is in charge of marketing and works at a relatively large firm and he makes good money. We got along most of the time and when we argue, it usually had something to do with him not liking my prudishness or his poor gambling habits and bad luck. In addition to Barry working, and despite my insecurities about my body, I somehow found myself a yoga instructor. I understood that it wasn't the best use of my B.A. in Psychology, and we didn't really need the money, but it did help to keep me fit, and I always found it easier to avoid attention to my body when I was surrounded by numerous other scantily-clad women.
AS I said, the one thing about Barry that really pushes my buttons, it is his gambling. He is one of those men who isn't very lucky and he certainly doesn't seem to know when to cut his losses. Though we weren't in debt, I knew that it could only be a matter of time before we could be in trouble if he didn't get himself under control. His gambling in fact, is the real reason that I'm here telling my story.
***
"Joyce, I'm sorry," Barry said, concern in his eyes.
"I can't believe you," I replied. "You're telling me that you made a bet...for ME?"
"Um........well, you see..." Barry stammered....trying to think of a good excuse. "It wasn't really me that suggested it. It was my boss! Yeah, Tyrell was the one that really made me do it! I ran out of money at the poker game and he wanted to play one more hand, so he said to me - he told me that I could have all the money I had lost back if I won that one hand, but he said if I lost, I had to promise that he would get to date you..."
"I'm not going out on a date with your boss, or anyone else for that matter," I stated sternly.
"But.....but Joyce......I can't back out now! Tyrell said that if I do, I might lose my job! Please Joyce, you have to do this for me...for us," Barry pleaded.
"Jesus, Barry. It's only three days before our fifth anniversary and now you're forcing me to go out on a date with your boss? If I do this, you had better do something really incredible for me on Sunday! It doesn't sound like I have any choice because we can't afford to have you lose your job so I guess I really don't have a choice, so I'll do it. But only this one date with Tyrell and you had better NEVER put me in this situation again."
"Thank you so much Joyce....." Barry mumbled........ "but.....but.....I kinda owe him...three dates. Tonight, Saturday, and Sunday..."
"What?.....you mean you even promised him a date on Sunday! That's our ANNIVERSARY?" I shrieked, my anger rising again. "You're telling me that I have to go out on a DATE with your BLACK BOSS on our ANNIVERSARY instead of spending that time with YOU! You're unbelievable, Barry. Un-fucking-believable!" I screamed.
My husband looked at me with fear. He knew I never curse except when I'm really furious.
I spun around and stormed out of the room and locked myself in the bathroom, not wanting to even look at Barry again.
"Um, I know you're really mad Joyce," Barry called from outside the shut door, "but you should know that Mr. Oswald is actually going to be here in a couple hours, so..." his voice trailed off.
I fumed in the bathroom, preparing the shower. This was by far the stupidest thing my stupid husband had ever done. I thought for a long time in that shower, the steamy water cascading down my silky white skin. I decided that, for the sake of Barry's job, I would oblige his selfishness and go on dates with his boss for the next three days.
***
Let me tell you about Barry's boss. Tyrell Oswald is a beast of a man, who is in his early thirties. He stands at a towering six-foot-seven, about 270 pounds I would guess, not fat but with rippling muscles covering his arms, chest, and legs and I realized long ago that it is no wonder why his nickname is 'Big T.' He keeps his face clean-shaven, and is a very good dresser. I don't think I've ever seen him wearing anything but a professionally tailored suit. The lumbering black man is an intimidating presence, and he clearly isn't accustomed to taking 'no' for an answer. Although he is a black man, I would be lying if I didn't say that he is handsome in a unique kind of way but I have still always thought of him as a brute and know that he probably bullies anyone smaller than him, especially my husband who stands 5'10" and weighs only 165 pounds.
***
I clutched my purse tightly, sitting stiffly on the couch, dreading the arrival of my black "date". My chest involuntarily tightened when the doorbell rang. I shakily stood and clumsily walked to the door, my heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. I opened the door and found myself staring into the barrel chest of Mr. Oswald.
"Hello, Mrs. Baker; it's been a while, hasn't it?" the huge man said pleasantly with a wide smile.
"Y-yes," I stammered, "I think the last time I saw you was..."
"The Christmas party," he finished. "Yes, how could I forget. Your husband sure was quite the drunkard that night, wasn't he?" The man laughed out loud, then went on to say, "Speaking of Barry, where is he?"
"Oh, he left...I think he was a little scared to see you," I replied, beginning to feel a little more comfortable around the amiable man.
"Scared? of me?" Mr. Oswald snickered. "Well, that's all right, maybe I'll see him when I bring you home later. May I say that you look very lovely tonight, very very lovely and sexy Mrs. Baker. Are you ready?" he asked, holding out his hand.
I looked down, not sure how to respond to his compliment. I had chosen to wear a long, black dress with a high top to cover both my cleavage and my legs. My golden hair stretched just below my shoulders. I had hoped that anyone who looked at me would think I was just an average full bodied woman. I couldn't help but feel, however, that Mr. Oswald knew that I was hiding my body. I reluctantly took his extended hand, stepping into the evening air. He shut the door behind me and I locked it, feeling his huge body near mine as I slid the key in and turned it. He walked me to his slick sports car and opened the door for me.
I blushed at the treatment; Barry hadn't held a door for me since we were first dating. "Thanks for being such a gentleman," I mumbled awkwardly.
"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Baker," the black man responded with a charming smile.
"So where are you taking me?" I inquired as he slid into the driver's seat.
"Do you like steak or seafood?" he asked, putting the key into the ignition.
"Oh yes, sure. I love them both Mr. Oswald," I replied.
"Good! I know just the place. Let's go! And please Joyce, call me Tyrell," he said, taking off so quickly that my head shot back into the headrest. He laughed at my shock but continued to make small talk with me all the way to the restaurant.
He took me to one of the finer steak and seafood restaurants in town, the kind that I realized was very expensive and where servers walk around filling up wine and water glasses as soon as you take a sip. Over dinner, the two of us talked at great length about many things, and I quickly realized that this man was not a brute or bully, at least not to me; he was very much a gentleman, more of a gentle giant, I guessed and he was very well rounded and a great conversationalist. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I have to admit that I found myself wrapped up in his words, and excited just to hear him speak during that dinner. When dinner was finally over, I was surprised to realize that I had actually enjoyed the evening.
I began the night with dread, and now I was almost sorry the evening was over and the truth was that I was actually looking forward to tomorrow's date. Mr. Oswald, Tyrell, drove us back to my house, still carrying on a lively conversation when we pulled into the driveway and he parked behind my husband's car.
"I had a wonderful time, Mrs. Baker," he said to me, leaning in close to me.
"Me too," I giggled, the alcohol in my system making everything seem funny, especially the fact that here I was, a married white woman out on a date with my husband's black boss with the full approval of my husband who was actually the one responsible. " And please, call me Joyce! Enough of this 'Mrs. Baker' stuff," I added. "That makes me sound like some old lady!"
"Very well, Joyce, but there is no way that I could ever think of someone so attractive and sexy as you, as an old lady! So, did Barry tell you the full extent of his bet with me?"
"Yes!" I said cheerfully. "Three dates," I said, holding up three fingers, "tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday!"
"Yes, that's right, but there's something else too, did he tell you anything else?" he said, his arm slipping around my shoulder.
"Something else?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
"Yes, we agreed that these would be real dates, not just pretend," he informed me.
"Okay," I laughed, "well, thank you for the real date! I had a really good time Tyrell! Will you pick me up the same time tomorrow?" I said.
Tyrell nodded and smiled, quickly hopping out to open my door for me. We waved good-bye and I clumsily made my way to the front door and went inside. Barry was fidgeting on the couch, a worried expression written on his face. "You're home!" he said, standing upright and quickly walking to me, grabbing hold of my arms. "Mr. Oswald didn't try anything, did he?"
"What? No," I said, annoyed at my husband's apprehension. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do, of course I do," he said. "I just...I guess I realized that maybe this wasn't the best idea. I don't want you going out with him again."
"Don't be silly, Barry. Tyrell was a perfect gentleman. He didn't try anything and I don't believe that he is going to try anything. Besides, I have to do this to save your job, remember?"
Barry sighed in resignation. He knew I was right.
***
I quickly remembered that even though I had a great time with Mr. Oswald, I was still upset with Barry for putting me in that position in the first place and so I told Barry that he could sleep in the spare room or on the couch that night because he was not sleeping with me. He reluctantly took his Pajama's and headed out of the bedroom and I closed and locked the door just to add to his indignation and humiliation. After Barry had gone, and I laid alone in my bed, I wondered what Tyrell had meant by a 'real' date. I shrugged it off and slipped into a deep sleep.
***
The next day, I awoke to an empty house. I wasn't concerned; Barry often went to the office on the weekends to catch up on paperwork. He usually came home around lunch time, and that day was no different. We sat and ate, both of us feeling awkward because of the situation that Barry's poor gambling skills had put us in.
Barry finally spoke up and said "Ummmm......Mr. Oswald said he'd pick you up at four today," breaking the silence. He moved his fork idly through the remains of his salad and then said "He also said that he would like you to wear something a little...well.... a little more...revealing," my husband continued, getting stuck on the last word.
"Revealing...? Does he know how I feel about -" I began.
"Yes, I told him that you don't like dressing that way, but he insisted. He said he wants it to be a special night, and he made sure to remind me of my job security. I know you hate it, but please, Joyce, just this once..."
I sighed. "Fine," I said flatly. I glanced at the clock; and it was already almost two. "Oh my, I have to get to my yoga class and get on back home to change. I have a full class to teach so if I'm running late, I don't want you running out. You need to be there to answer the door and entertain if I'm not ready." I told him before I retreated up the stairs and quickly changed. I quickly said my goodbyes to Barry and left the house, I estimated that I would get home around three-thirty, leaving me hopefully, just enough time to change for my 'date.'
***
Class passed quickly, as it usually does. The students thanked me and began heading toward the exit and I was hurrying to get my things together to head on home to change when I heard a deep male voice callout from the other side of the room. "Mrs. Baker!"
I looked around, trying to identify the source of the voice and I easily spotted the massive black man standing at the door, towering over the rest of the women as they left the room. My heart pounded in both fear and excitement.
"What...what are you doing here?" I asked in mild shock. The women filtered past him and through the exit, leaving the two of us alone in the building. I tried to hide my embarrassment from him; I had expected to have the opportunity to go home and shower and change, but here I was, standing in front of this muscular black man wearing skin-tight yoga pants, a thin tank top, and a sports bra.
"I called to see if I could pick you up early for our date and your husband explained that you teach a yoga class and said you were here, so I decided to change my plans for our date and make it a more casual evening that didn't require you to hurry home and change," he replied. "Not happy to see me?"
"It's not that," I said, looking intently at the ground. "I'm just...well....I'm not used to men seeing me like this. I figured that I would have time to go home and shower and dress up nice for you tonight." The truth was that I was ashamed of my appearance, and I took a step back. Tyrell caught me, lifting my chin up with his surprisingly soft hands.
"You're beautiful, Joyce, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. There is no need for you to be embarrassed or to have to shower and dress up for me" he said, staring into my green eyes.
I met his gaze and held it, wondering why his words meant so much to me. I had the sudden urge to kiss the bulky man. I leaned forward to meet his lips, but he backed away. "Oh.....I'm of sorry..." I stammered.
"No please Joyce, don't apologize. I'm flattered" he interrupted. "And I certainly would never tell Barry anything that happens between us. Anyway, let's go. After Barry told me you were here I told you that I changed the plans and I hope that you'll enjoy the change in my plans for you tonight," he said.
After I locked up, we rode in his car to our destination and I was indeed surprised: He had driven us to the old drive-in movie theater just outside of the next town. It had been recently refurbished and the owners had added a little fast food joint where the food was brought out to the car by people on roller skates. We had arrived at around five -thirty, leaving us two hours before the featured movie would start. Tyrell suggested moving to the back seat for the sake of space, and I agreed. While we ate our food in the back seat, we seemed to easily talk about anything and everything and I couldn't help but realize what a great person Mr. Oswald really was. Once again, I felt myself enthralled in the black man's presence, and really enjoying our conversation. I didn't even notice the sun setting until it hung low on the horizon as we continued talking and laughing until we heard the voice on the radio interrupt and say "Thank you for choosing our cinema," the voice said and then it continued on, eventually announcing the start of the movie. We stayed in the back seat even after the movie had started and Mr. Oswald, Tyrell as I now easily called him, said "You're really something very special Joyce," as we both sat facing forward. The previews began to roll, illuminating the large board in front of us and I felt him move his large black hand on top and slid his fingers around mine.
I thought for a moment about breaking the contact, but decided against it. "Thank you for the compliment, Tyrell," I said sincerely. "The truth is that I've never felt that way but I have to admit that it is really nice to hear you say it!"
Tyrell squeezed my dainty hand in response, his fingertips lightly brushing my inner thigh and sending a shiver up my spine. We were watching a romantic comedy about a man who finds out his wife was cheating on him and his adventures with a girl he meets while drowning his sorrows. Although the theme wouldn't have been my choice to select, it was still endearing and funny. About halfway through the film, Tyrell repositioned his hand, pulling mine over to rest on his leg. It laid flat against his muscular thigh, and I marveled at just how well-built the man was. He moved his hand back to my leg, leaving mine on his and my heart was pounding as he leaned in closer to me.
"Joyce," he whispered into my ear. I turned to him, our faces nearly touching. He brought his hand from my leg up to my face, caressing my cheek. "I want you to know that I've really been enjoying our time together," he continued.
"Me too," I whispered back. My heart was beating so fast that I was barely able to utter the words.
"I...well....I... think I'd...like to..." he began, his lips getting dangerously close to mine, but then, he quickly pulled away. "No, no, this isn't right. After all, you're a married woman."
My heart sank in disappointment. I was confused as to why I felt that way. He was right; it was wrong of us to kiss, and yet I knew that I really deeply wanted to do it. In that moment, I made up my mind and I just leaned forward and kissed the man.
He kissed me back and it was a really passionate kiss, maybe the most passionate that I had ever had in my life. He cupped my face with his masculine hand, holding me to him, keeping our lips locked together. He moved his hand from my cheek to my neck, kissing me again and again. My hand continued to rest on his leg, and I instinctively began rubbing his thigh. He slid his hand down to my chest, cupping my right breast and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it willingly, our tongues battling as we fondled each other. As I stroked his leg, my hand bumped into something very large and I broke away from our kiss and looked down, trying to see what I had hit. It was dark in the car, so I couldn't see very well.
"What was that?" I asked.
Tyrell chuckled. "Why don't you get down there and take a look?" he asked.
I moved my hand across the bulge, shaping it out. I thought that it was the shape of a man's penis, but quickly ruled that thought out because it was way too big to be that. I figured that he must have had something in his pocket that I hadn't noticed until now. I slipped my hand into one pocket, then the other, but both were empty.
"Is there something in your pants?" I asked, feeling the object now with both hands. "Look, I'm not trying to touch you or anything, okay? I just was trying to move this thing so I can feel your leg some more."
"No problem, Joyce. Go ahead and pull it out of there."
I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, leaving enough room for me to slip my hand under his waistband and I quickly located the object, wrapping my fingers around its fleshy surface.
"Oh my gawd," I said, my eyes widening, "is this...is it real? There's no way that's your...your thing!"
"Yes, it is Joyce" Tyrell assured me. "That's my cock. Why do you think they call me 'Big T?' Go ahead and pull it out."
I gasped. This man's penis not only put my husband's little dick to shame, but his penis was far more than twice the size of Barry's dick. I felt a sudden pang of guilt for what I was doing, but I knew I had to see this thing. I still did not believe that it could be real. I worked the massive thing out, barely able to make it out in the dark.
"I still can't see it very well," I said.
"Go ahead and get close to it, Joyce. It won't bite," Tyrell replied.
I twisted in the seat and leaned closer, examining the massive shaft and then, without warning, Tyrell grabbed the back of my head and directed my mouth over the tip of the throbbing member. I felt a warm fluid smear across my lips as the head brushed against me.
"Suck my cock Joyce," he said, his voice now spoke with authority and a demand.
I hadn't done this since high school and I was uncertain of my abilities. Regardless, I did as he said and obediently parted my lips, tentatively twirling my tongue around the dark mushroom head. The tip boasted a well-defined, flared out ridge, and I licked all around it. Compared to Barry, this monstrosity was unbelievably thick too. Barry's dick was not only small in length, but it was also very skinny around. Tyrell released my head and slid his hand down my back, digging his fingers into my round ass. He gently rocked me forward, pushing his cock slowly into my mouth.
So there I sat, balancing on my hands and knees as I sucked a huge black cock. Tyrell leaned back into the seat, groaning lightly as I worked as much of his giant black cock into my mouth as I could. I got probably five inches in before I couldn't take any more. It was less than half of his full length, but he seemed to be enjoying it, which motivated me to keep trying. I lost track of time as I continued to work the shaft with my mouth and tongue.
"Oh Shit," Tyrell said, gently pulling my head up after about ten minutes. "You are not only so beautiful and sexy, but you really are one fine cocksucker too, Joyce."
I blushed, but I knew that I was strangely pleased by his words. "I think it's time I return the favor." he said.
"Return the favor?" I asked, uncertain of what he meant. Before I could react, the beastly black man lifted me up and laid me on my back. He leaned over me, kissing me on the neck and taking my restrained breast in his hand again.
I moaned softly at his touch, biting my lip slightly. He moved his hands down to my slender waist and his head between my breasts, kissing the fabric of the tank top. His fingers were curled around the waistband of my yoga pants and his lips were just below my bellybutton when I realized what he intended to do.
"Wait, stop," I said and to my surprise, he did.
"What's the problem, Joyce?" he asked, concerned.
"Um...nobody's ever done that to me," I replied. "Besides, it's dirty down there and..."
"Don't worry. If you don't like it, we can stop."
"Well, okay..." I said, still uncomfortable at the prospect of a man's face down there.
Tyrell went back to kissing my stomach, slowly pulling my yoga pants down. They were nearly to my knees when I felt his mouth against my thong. He continued to pull my pants away with one hand as he slid his other up, brushing the thin material of my panties to the side.
His tongue sent an electric shock up my body. A moan escaped my lips as he twirled around my clit. He pressed his mouth against the top of my vagina, lapping at it with his tongue. He finished removing my pants, and as soon as they cleared my feet, I spread my legs wide to accommodate his muscular frame. He paused for a moment to remove my wet panties then buried his face against me again.
I moaned loudly, moving my hips in rhythm with his swirling tongue. I felt something building up inside me, and I was frightened. "Something's happening," I said, riding the relentless waves of pleasure coming from the skilled black man nestled between my legs. "I've never felt like this, something's happening!" I exploded, an orgasm shooting through my body like lightning. My legs tensed, my toes pointed out. My back arched in immense pleasure. The waves slowed; I relaxed my legs and back. Tyrell pulled his head up and wiped my glistening substance from his mouth.
"I take it you liked it," he said, sure of himself.
"Oh my yes," I managed to reply, breathing heavily. "What was that?"
"I think that you, my dear, just had your very first orgasm," he said.
"That was amazing," I said, collapsing back against the seat.
"You ain't felt nothin' yet," the burly man said as he climbed on top of me.
I looked up at him, making out the strong angles of his face in the darkness. I couldn't tell for sure, but it almost looked like he had a sinister grin. His hands found my thighs, propping my legs open wide as he lowered himself between them. Our lips met again, and I detected the faint, distinct taste of my own vagina. He pulled back and whispered, "Are you ready Joyce?"
Once again, my heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt the spongy tip of his hard, black shaft brushing against my dripping sex hole. The world seemed to pause. Everything was frozen. I knew that what I decided to do at that very moment would affect the rest of my life. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around the giant of a man and pulled him down. His thick penis pushed against my vagina, slowly breaching it. My lips parted as I let out a soft moan. The flared-out head entered me, stretching my tight hole to its limit. He pushed in, and I could feel the walls of my vagina spreading for the intruder. I had never even come close to this feeling with Barry.
Tyrell's tongue slid into my open mouth as he gently inched his massive cock inside of me. It hurt but the pain quickly subsided and I grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. Wrapping my slender legs around his muscular form, I pulled his big black cock in deeper.
"Oh Gawd," I whispered, breaking both our kiss and my taboo of curse words. "Your penis is so big!" I writhed in pleasure under the big black man, loving every inch of him.
"This isn't a penis," Tyrell said. "This is a cock. A big, black cock. Say it."
"Yes....you have such a ...big..black ....cock, Tyrell!"
Holding my waist, my date dug in deeper, moving past the former benchmark my husband's little dick had set.
I yelped as the black man explored previously untouched parts of me. "Oh fuck," I repeated.
"Almost all the way there," Tyrell said, slowly backing out and pushing back in.
I looked at the sight between my legs. The man's huge black cock was nearly entirely inside me and when he pushed further, I felt another inch or so of his cock bottom out against my cervix and I started moaning as I felt another orgasm coming.
"Hang on," he said, preparing to force the rest of his cock into me. I braced myself as he pushed in again, breaking past my cervix and I felt his big black cock actually entering my womb.
I screamed loudly and dug my fingers into his back.
"It hurts," I sobbed, flinching at each womb-penetrating thrust. And then the pain was suddenly over and it felt numb for a second and then the numbness began to materialize into the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. A feeling quite similar to the one I had experienced when Tyrell was licking my clit washed over me, building up inside me. I knew I was about to have another orgasm. My mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure as Tyrell began to quicken his pace. His black cock slammed deep into me and then it withdrew and then slammed back inside of me again as he fucked me silly. This went on for several minutes and I sucked in a deep breath of air, then moaned loudly as another orgasm rocketed through my slender body, and then another and another. Tyrone continued to fuck me for what seemed like a half hour and each orgasm seemed bigger than the last. Finally, I felt Tyrell tense up, and I felt him digging his fingers into my ass as he pulled me tightly against him and he plowed his thick black cock all the way into me and groaned.
I could feel his heavy balls pulsate as they rested against my round ass. His thick nigger seed blasted directly into my womb, which greedily accepted the dominant man. Our simultaneous orgasms sent me to new heights. I clenched my teeth and scratched the man's back, feeling his hot cum flooding my vaginal cavity. He gave a few more small thrusts as if to squeeze any remaining semen into me, then slowly pulled out, breathing heavily. I laid there, thick cum slowly oozing from between my swollen labia.
"Holy shit," I said, propping myself up on my elbows and gasping for breath. "That was amazing, Tyrell!"
"Look who's talking, you were amazing too Joyce" he replied with a big smile.
***
That was how our second date went. We cleaned up, he drove me back to my car at the yoga studio, and I went home to a husband that I knew could never ever satisfy me. Again, I made Barry sleep in the spare room, this time not as much because I was still mad, but because I didn't want him touching me. I didn't even shower and went to sleep with Tyrell's cum still deep inside of me and thinking about how great sex was with him and how much better sex is with a man with a big cock. I also was wondering just what tomorrow's date might bring.
***
Tyrell arrived at five o'clock sharp. Since he knew that it was Barry and my anniversary, Tyrell had requested that we have our third and final date at my home, where he said that he hoped the three of us could enjoy dinner and perhaps a movie together. I decided wear a strapless dress that night. It was what I had planned to wear the evening before, anyway. I cooked my specialty baked chicken dish which both men thoroughly enjoyed. Then we all sat in the living room: Tyrell and I next to each other on the couch with my husband in the recliner.
"I brought a movie from home for us to watch," Tyrell said. "I hope you don't mind watching it with me."
Barry and I nodded, and my husband took the unmarked disc and inserted it into the DVD player. It loaded up and we watched as the movie began. The camera followed a busty white woman and what appeared to be her husband as they walked through a rundown part of town. They were clearly lost, but the man refused to ask for directions. The couple came across a skinny black man with cornrows. The woman gestured to her husband, who resolutely shook his head. He retrieved a map from his pocket and began looking at it, rotating it, clearly unsure of the proper orientation. The woman, exasperated, threw her hands up in the air and walked toward the black man.
"What is this?" Barry asked, glancing over at Tyrell and me. Neither of us responded, so Barry just turned his attention back to the movie.
The black man was rubbing his chin, staring openly at the white breasts that were barely covered by the woman's clothes. He took her hand and nodding, pointing vaguely. The husband followed, still fumbling with his map, oblivious of the black man's hand grabbing his wife's ass as they walked out of view of the camera.
The scene then cut to the inside of a garage. The bumbling white man was, for some reason, still trying to decipher the map as his wife's top was removed by the athletic black man. Her breasts bounced free and the black man immediately pulled her nipple into his mouth.
My mouth hung open as I watched the scene. I couldn't believe that Tyrell was having me and my husband watch something like this!
Barry looked over at us, bewildered. "What the hell is going on?" my husband asked slowly, standing up.
"I'll tell you what's going on," Tyrell said. "Your sexy hot white wife belongs to me now Barry. I fucked that married white pussy of hers last night and she loved it. She's become my married white slut nigger cum dumpster now."
"Joyce?" Barry said as if to ask if it were true.
I remained frozen, my jaw still hanging wide open.
Barry looked at me, his eyes furrowed. "Joyce, tell me he's lying."
"I'm not lying, Barry. If you don't believe me, you can just watch this and see for yourself," Tyrell said, standing up, undoing his pants, and pulling out the big black cock that had given me so much pleasure the evening before. He waved it in front of my face, grazing my drooping mouth. I looked at my husband apologetically, and then I took hold of the big black cock and stuffed it in my mouth and began to give Tyrell a blow job.
Barry watched in disbelief as I was sucking his boss's big black cock right there in front of him.
I have to admit that I did feel a little guilty, but the guilt was far outweighed by the excitement I was feeling from the depravity of the act. I held Tyrell's huge black balls as I took him into my mouth, wanting my husband to see how much I really did love sucking Tyrell's big black cock. I glanced at the screen -- the woman in the video was on her knees sucking the black man while her husband watched, too.
"See, Barry? Your white wife loves my big black cock now." Tyrell laughed cruelly. "Come on, let's take this party upstairs. I want you to see how your wife looks with a real man's cock in her married white cunt."
Tyrell pulled his massive cock from my mouth and picked me up. He wrapped his arm around my back and behind my knees, easily toting me across the room and up the stairs.
Barry trudged behind, shocked at what was going on.
"Which one is your room?" Tyrell asked, stopping and indicating that he wanted Barry to lead. He carried me effortlessly behind my husband as Barry led his black boss to our bedroom. Tyrell placed me upright on our bed, putting his tasty black cock back in my mouth again. "See how much she loves this big black cock Barry?"
Barry looked in dismay at me. His eyes were pleading with me to stop, but I knew I couldn't.
I knew that I wanted this black man to fuck me again so that I could experience the kind of orgasms I had never experienced from Barry's little dick. I took Tyrell's big black cock as deep in my mouth as I could, estimating that I took nearly seven inches of his thick cock into my hungry mouth this time.
"Should I cum on your wife's pretty face, Barry?" Tyrell asked.
My pussy quivered at the thought of this dominant black man unloading his cum all over my face. "Oh my, she's sucking my cock even harder, Barry! I think she really wants it!"
Barry shook his head no, and looked down at the floor, unable to look at us.
"Oh yeah, I know that she wants it," Tyrell said. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop and shoved me down on my marital bed. "She wants it, but I'm not going to waist it on her face. I want to shoot all this nigger cum inside that married white cunt of hers."
Barry watched helplessly as Tyrell lifted my dress past my waist, revealing my moist panties. Always before, I was embarrassed and didn't like anyone to see my body, but for some odd reason, I didn't mind Tyrell seeing it. He slipped my underwear off, revealing my wet pussy. "Look at your wife, Barry. She's really wet and more than ready to fuck a black man right here in front of you, and in your own marital bed!"
Barry shook his head in despair and looked pleadingly into my eyes once again. "Joyce...Joyce, please don't...please..... stop this now before it's too late," he said.
I looked at Barry's sad eyes and said "I'm sorry, Barry, but Tyrell is right. I need a real man's cock in me right now. I need a big black cock to satisfy me."
Tyrell laughed loudly and pressed his massive cock against my opening. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the big black cock begin to enter my pussy. Tyrell pushed harder and more of his big cock slid inside my wet and waiting pussy. The combination of his long thick shaft sliding deeper inside and stretching me open and the thought of my husband watching it all, sent me over the edge and I began to orgasm again and again as I came hard on Tyrell's big black cock.
"See that, Barry? Your slutty wife just came from taking my big black cock inside that married white pussy of hers and I haven't even really started to fuck her yet!"
My husband covered his face. Despite his agony, I could clearly see that his little dick was erect and pressing against the front of his pants just from seeing me being penetrated by Tyrell's big black cock.
"Oh Barry," I said, looking into Barry's eyes, "this big black cock feels so good in my pussy! Tyrell's cock is so much bigger than yours and it can even make me cum, something you never could do! I want you to watch me. I want you to see me take your boss's big black cock all the way inside my white pussy and I want you to take your little dick out and jack off while you watch! Oh fuck, he's already in so deep!"
Barry had never heard me talk like this, and he was obviously stricken by it, but I saw him unzip his pants and take his little white dick out and begin to stroke it.
Tyrell began to pummel my pussy really hard now. "Shit, Barry! Your wife's pussy is so damn tight! Your little dick has never even reached this far so it's like she's never been fucked before....ever! It won't be long before I blow my load and shoot all my nigger cum into her!" Tyrell said to my husband. "I know when we had our talk that you said that y'all were tryin' to make a baby, right? Well, maybe I'll knock this fine white bitch up for you and plant a black baby in her!"
Barry's eyes widened as if he was going to say something but then, I screamed out, really loudly, when the biggest orgasm I ever had in my life hit me and I was cumming again. Tyrell slipped both of his hands under my ass and pulled me tightly to him, while pushing his big black cock deeper into my womb before I felt him unleashing a torrent of hot cum inside of me. Barry watched in dismay but continued to jack off as his black boss shot his nigger cum deep inside of my pussy. The thick creamy jizz filled me up just as it had the night before and it ran out around his cock and down between the cheeks of my ass and made a big wet circle on the bedspread under us. Tyrell grinned at Barry and the he pulled his big black cock out of my pussy, leaving a trail of thick white cum.
I immediately sat up and pulled Tyrell's cum-coated cock into my mouth, tasting both of our juices and I sucked him passionately, desperately wanting him to fuck me again in front of my husband.
"Look at this, Barry! Your wife really is a black cock slut! She loves black cock...no, hell man, she craves it!" Tyrell laughed, looking at my husband and then at me and then he said "Hmm, I wonder...Joyce, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
Keeping his massive cock in my mouth, I shook my head no. Tyrell looked at my husband apologetically and then said "sorry, Barry. Looks like your fine wife's tight ass is gonna need some attention. You wanna stay and keep on watching?"
My husband didn't respond. He just stood there, jacking his little dick off, resigned to his fate.
Tyrell smiled and shrugged, then began removing the rest of his clothes as I continued sucking his cock and getting it hard again. "Take your dress off, Joyce," he commanded.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly removed my clothes, revealing to my husband and the black man in front of me my completely nude body. I looked up at Tyrell, awaiting my next orders. "Now turn around and lean over the bed Joyce. I'm gonna fuck your virgin ass."
Though I was a little apprehensive, I complied. I stuck my ass out for Tyrell, and he slipped his cock into my cum-filled pussy first and pumped it in and out a few times, soaking his thick cock shaft with our combined juices, then pulled it out and pressed it firmly between my ass cheeks. "Bet you thought you'd be the first one to pop your wife's ass cherry, huh Barry?" Tyrell asked looking at Barry.
Barry said nothing and just continued to stroke his tiny dick.
Holding his massive cock with one hand and my hip with the other, Tyrell leaned forward, putting pressure on my tight sphincter. I gritted my teeth as he pushed, and eventually my anus gave way to his relentless thrusting. I yelped out from the sharp pain as my virgin ass stretched around the thick black cock.
I breathed deeply, concentrating on the inkling of pleasure that I felt beginning to mix with the pain.
"Look at her, Barry; look at your wife! She's taking her first cock up her ass and it's a nice big black cock!" Tyrell spread my cheeks with his massive hands, looking down as he pushed forward and watched his big black cock disappear further and further into my tight butt. It continued to hurt as the big cock slid deeper and deeper opening my insides up as it went and then I realized that it began to feel incredibly good, and I quickly came again.
"See that? Did you see that Barry? Your wife just came from getting fucked in her ass by my big black cock! She really does love black cock in her mouth, her cunt, and up that beautiful ass of hers."
I pushed my hips back, welcoming more of the black stud's long cock. My anus stretched wide around his this shaft. Tyrell picked up the pace, plunging into my virgin ass hard. I felt my own orgasms building again and when they hit, I came over and over again as he dominated my tiny white body and pounded his big black cock in and out of my ass.
"Yes! That's it. Fuck my ass with your big black cock!" I moaned. I was surprised when I felt Tyrell quickly pull his cock out of my throbbing ass and shove it into my soaking pussy. He squeezed my ass tightly and I felt another thick load of hot nigger cum shoot out of his cock and fill my pussy again.
"Oh fuck yes, take that cum...take all that nigger cum in that married white pussy again Joyce! I bet I might be gonna make this white bitch pregnant tonight," he roared.
I came hard on the big black cock in my pussy as I felt the hot thick cum pouring into me again. After a few minutes, Tyrell pulled his cock out of me, leaving my pussy still stretched wide open to freely drip his thick cum that was overflowing now.
"Why did you have to do this Mr. Oswald ?" Barry asked, tears streaming down his face.
"Why......Because your wife needs a real man's cock in that hot white pussy of hers," Tyrell replied coldly. "She deserves a real man's cock Barry, not that little excuse for a dick that you have between your legs! Joyce is a very beautiful and sexy woman and she needs a real man fucking her!" "Ain't that right, Joyce?"
Panting, I looked at my husband. "He's right, dear. Your little dick just doesn't do it for me. I need a big black cock to stretch this white pussy open and fill me up with cum. Now why don't you be a good boy and go down and sleep on the couch. Tyrell and I need to discuss some things. Oh, and happy anniversary. It's definitely the best one I've ever had!"
Heartbroken, my husband trudged out of the room, his dick still hanging out of the front of his pants.
I have no doubt that he finished jacking off, probably several times as he heard my screams as his black boss fucked me in every hole several more time all through the night. Tyrell was a real stud in bed and he definitely proved that he could fuck all night.
***
So that's my story. That's how I became a sex addict and I've certainly not been cured yet. Tyrell still comes over three or four times a week to make sure my pussy gets lots of his nigger cum and if he can't make it over, and I get horny, I go and visit my husband at work in order to get some of his boss's big black cock and cum in me. By now, everyone in my husband's office knows that Tyrell is fucking me and I don't care.
Barry and I are still together -- even though I'm completely black owned and black pregnant now. Tyrell says that he plans on keeping me knocked up for the next three or four years and says he wants to have at least four or five offspring and that's fine with me.
Barry still loves to watch as I am fucked by Tyrell and he jacks his little dick off and when Tyrell is finished with me, Barry has learned to lick and clean the cum out of my pussy and off of his boss's cock and he has gotten quite good at it and he can now usually give me an orgasm while he is cleaning me with his tongue.
I don't mind any of this or the fact that I know that I'm addicted. In fact, I think that in so many ways, Barry and I are even closer than we ever were before, except for any form of sex, which is totally off limits for him. He is allowed to jack off as often as he wants, which is pretty often. Oh yes, and one other thing. Barry has totally quit gambling!
