CAUTIOUS WIFE'S HAND JOB CUM FEST By Dr. Bone
I knew for many years my husband had a fetish, or you might say an obsession, with interracial sex. More importantly with me performing it. Like many other wives out there I felt it was cheating and would not do it, but I also recognized an escape valve of some sorts was needed; especially if I wanted to maintain a happy marriage. So I'd tell him stories of me and my ?black lovers?, I even bought a large black dildo to play with when acting these tales of lust out for him.
Things were going great until he reached his fortieth birthday, and then he started to go into a blue funk. I was a bit worried. Men when they hit this milestone could do many dumb things, buy a new car, quit their jobs to become an artist; or worse yet, find another woman half their age, and one who might do anything for him just to get their hooks into him.
Not to say I was a prude, but I belonged to my husband, and I was not going to have another man inside of me. But then again would a hand job be such a big deal? It might just add the spice to our marriage with little of the risk. But another big hurdle was I did not want the guy I would be doing this for knowing who I was or where we lived. Then a few weeks later half the solution came to me. I saw a strange set of keys at the table. I asked my husband what they were for. He told me he said he would keep an eye on his friend's apartment while they were out of town for two weeks. Feed the cat; water the plants; get the mail. How nice of him. Could I really make a man like this suffer? I knew my time table now had been moved up.
I approached him. ?Honey, you know how you have had that fantasy of me with a black man?? Instantly I could see the funk start to dissolve. ?Well the birthday gift I got for you kind of sucked. (It really did). So I was thinking, while I won't go all the way. Would like to see me jerk off a black guy?? I could see how excited he was.
I told him the ground rules, it would have to be at his friend's apartment, the guy must not know where we live, he would have to find the guy; and that I would wear a leather bondage mask to cover my identity. ?And lastly?, I said smiling; 'the guy better be hung like a horse.? He almost happily fainted at the last one.
My husband quickly found a guy at a branch of the gym he had worked out at. The guy had seen me pick him up before and thought I was hot. I bought the bondage mask at an adult novelties shop across town. It had the eye, mouth, and nostril holes but otherwise covered my whole face. That problem solved I thought of what to wear. After looking through all my sexy stuff it hit me in a flash. I'd wear one of my work dresses and let the guy blow his load all over it, there was something so sexy about the whole idea; I started to feel wet. I chose the blue one, which hugged my tits a bit too tightly, not that my husband complained.
The day of the big event we went to the apartment, I had a glass of wine to take the edge off of my nerves, then I went into the bathroom to change. When I came out he was a bit surprised but in a happy way.
The intercom soon buzzed and my husband let him in; he asked me if I was sure of this and I told him yes. We had agreed he may even film it as long as the guy said it was okay. All too quickly the doorbell rang. I had butterflies in my stomach but I knew it was too late to back out now. My husband let him in. I was struck immediately at how handsome he was, I was expecting someone, oh I don't know, more thuggish, like a rap star. He was about half a foot taller than my husband and much more buff (sorry honey that is the truth).
He did not seem to be taken aback by my appearance, I started to think the leather mask was silly, but if photos and video were to be taken, you never know where they might accidentally wind up at, and I had no intention of losing my job in the future over them.
We all had a beer to get through those first few awkward moments; then my husband sat down in a chair and the guy walked up to me. ?Are you sure you understand my boundaries?? I asked him. He said he was cool with them. I did not know where or how to start, fortunately he did. He stepped closer to me and asked me if I was ready, I told him I was as ready as I would ever be. He stepped closer still and kissed me. I wasn't ready for it, and pulled back slightly, he took it in stride and kissed me again, this time I was ready. My husband's jaw dropped as our lips parted. We kissed again and again. He pulled me close and I could feel his hardness press against my stomach. Our kissing got hotter and heavier and I could feel my nipples harden, and I actually was beginning to feel wet.
To give my husband a show I stuck my tongue into the guy's mouth. Then I reached down, it felt like my hands were not my own as I undid the heavy brass belt buckle. Then the snap of his jeans followed by his zipper. I looked at my husband who had out our digital camera. I reached into his boxer shorts and pulled his cock out. ?Oh my! It is huge! I can't believe it.? I said, and unlike the stories I told my husband I really could not believe how blessed this man was. His cock had a dark, eggplant colored head, and even semi-hard he was bigger than my husband. I thought of all the black women at work that I knew, were they all getting fucked by monsters like this?
My hand encircled his cock and I gave it a pull and it started to grow immediately, I slowly yanked it up and down and soon my pointer finger and thumb could not meet due to the growing girth of his cock. He asked if I could spit into my hand to provide a little bit of lube, I daintily spat into my palm, and he told me I would need more than that. I spat again, a bit heavier this time and rubbed it onto his growing cock.
Across the way my husband watched wide mouthed as I took care of this black stud as he snapped away picture after picture. It was after all what he wanted and I was going to twist his balls a bit. ?Mmm! So large. Much larger than his.? I said, for sometimes, in the fantasy stories I told my husband, he liked to hear such humiliating things said to him. ?So fucking big. Are all black guys so huge?? I asked him to which he laughed and said most were.
He sat down on the couch and patted the seat to tell me to sit next to him. I sat down and resumed jerking off his cock, he asked me if it would be okay if he felt my breasts a bit; truth to tell my hand was getting a bit tired so I consented.
His hands gripped my breasts, it felt strange having another man feel my tits while my husband watched, but it also gave me a feeling of power, over my husband. He leaned forward and whispered for me to sit on his lap. I thought about it; I was after all fully dressed, but it would drive my husband crazy.
I got up and sat on his lap, I could feel his manhood pressing against my ass, he positioned me so he could kiss me and play with my tits. I turned around to straddle him facing him, and I reached behind me and jerked his cock off and slapped my ass with it, leaving, as I would discover later, stains on the back of my skirt.
I turned to face my husband and started to bounce up and down on the guy's big cock, even through my skirt, pantyhose and panties I could feel that big monster push against my pussy, I told my husband that, and he nearly creamed right there.
I hiked my skirt up, then I put his cock between my legs so it look like I had grown a cock of my own, while sitting on the black guy's lap. ?Mmm! You like to see me bounce down on this? Don't you. Want to watch me stroke my cock for you. Like this? Shit his shaft was pressing against my pussy. You'd love for me to take it inside of me? Wouldn't you? But I am not going to do it, today, but I will do this.? I said rubbing myself back and forth against his cock. The friction was driving him insane, and me also. I knew if I did not finish him soon I might just tear off all my clothes, forsake my marriage vows, and cram that monster into me.
I got on my knees in front of the black guy; I opened my blouse, not all the way but a few buttons down and I jerked his meat with both hands; I did throat clearing spats into my hand which in turn I used to grease his shaft. ?Ready to see me take his load all over my tits honey?? I asked my husband, whose own cock looked so hard he seemed to be in pain. He told me yes.
?So big and black! So big and black! Come on spray it all over me. Come on!? I even slapped his cock against my tits leaving more stains of pre-cum on my dress as I did so. But he would not finish, and was still rock hard. He looked at me and told me that if I kissed the head of his cock he would let himself finish.
My hands and arms were tired at this point, I turned to look at my husband, not to ask for permission but to let him know I was going to do it. As he focused his camera I slowly bent forward until it was so close I could feel the heat from his cock head. I turned to my husband and told him ?Who knows maybe one day I will suck a big African cock.? Then I kissed his black cock head. It was salty and I tasted the faintest taste of precum. I went back to jerking him off, he started to squint and his breathing got faster and faster. Then he yelled out that he was going to cum. His cum flew from his cock harder and faster than I would have thought possible. It splattered on my leather bondage hood, then I aimed it down and it got my neck and my tits, leaving dark wet stains on my top. I pumped him for another full minute until he was dry.
After he left I turned my attention to my husband. He wanted to hump me right there, but I would not let him, I wanted to prolong his erotic agony for as long as I could possibly do so.
?So what did you think of my show?? I asked him. He told me it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life and that it had driven him crazy. I told him how impressed I was with that big black cock I was pulling on, that it was much bigger than his. So big that I might one day want to try it. He looked up at me startled. I got on the couch and spread my legs. He eagerly removed my pantyhose and panties, I told him to lick my pussy and told him I'd talk dirty to him some more while he did so.
I told him that guy's cock was so much bigger than his; and that I was wondering how it would have felt inside of me. Fucking me and all. I opened my blouse, and played with my tits a bit as I came under his eager licking.
Then I had him get up on the couch next to me and I started to stroke his throbbing dick; he came within minutes so I kept pumping until he was hard again and then I got on top of him and rode his cock until he and I both came.
Since then our sex life has been fantastic; and who knows maybe one day I might go a little further with the black stud of his choice? Or maybe my own.
Feedback is always welcome at drbonefeedback@yahoo.com
I knew for many years my husband had a fetish, or you might say an obsession, with interracial sex. More importantly with me performing it. Like many other wives out there I felt it was cheating and would not do it, but I also recognized an escape valve of some sorts was needed; especially if I wanted to maintain a happy marriage. So I'd tell him stories of me and my ?black lovers?, I even bought a large black dildo to play with when acting these tales of lust out for him.
Things were going great until he reached his fortieth birthday, and then he started to go into a blue funk. I was a bit worried. Men when they hit this milestone could do many dumb things, buy a new car, quit their jobs to become an artist; or worse yet, find another woman half their age, and one who might do anything for him just to get their hooks into him.
Not to say I was a prude, but I belonged to my husband, and I was not going to have another man inside of me. But then again would a hand job be such a big deal? It might just add the spice to our marriage with little of the risk. But another big hurdle was I did not want the guy I would be doing this for knowing who I was or where we lived. Then a few weeks later half the solution came to me. I saw a strange set of keys at the table. I asked my husband what they were for. He told me he said he would keep an eye on his friend's apartment while they were out of town for two weeks. Feed the cat; water the plants; get the mail. How nice of him. Could I really make a man like this suffer? I knew my time table now had been moved up.
I approached him. ?Honey, you know how you have had that fantasy of me with a black man?? Instantly I could see the funk start to dissolve. ?Well the birthday gift I got for you kind of sucked. (It really did). So I was thinking, while I won't go all the way. Would like to see me jerk off a black guy?? I could see how excited he was.
I told him the ground rules, it would have to be at his friend's apartment, the guy must not know where we live, he would have to find the guy; and that I would wear a leather bondage mask to cover my identity. ?And lastly?, I said smiling; 'the guy better be hung like a horse.? He almost happily fainted at the last one.
My husband quickly found a guy at a branch of the gym he had worked out at. The guy had seen me pick him up before and thought I was hot. I bought the bondage mask at an adult novelties shop across town. It had the eye, mouth, and nostril holes but otherwise covered my whole face. That problem solved I thought of what to wear. After looking through all my sexy stuff it hit me in a flash. I'd wear one of my work dresses and let the guy blow his load all over it, there was something so sexy about the whole idea; I started to feel wet. I chose the blue one, which hugged my tits a bit too tightly, not that my husband complained.
The day of the big event we went to the apartment, I had a glass of wine to take the edge off of my nerves, then I went into the bathroom to change. When I came out he was a bit surprised but in a happy way.
The intercom soon buzzed and my husband let him in; he asked me if I was sure of this and I told him yes. We had agreed he may even film it as long as the guy said it was okay. All too quickly the doorbell rang. I had butterflies in my stomach but I knew it was too late to back out now. My husband let him in. I was struck immediately at how handsome he was, I was expecting someone, oh I don't know, more thuggish, like a rap star. He was about half a foot taller than my husband and much more buff (sorry honey that is the truth).
He did not seem to be taken aback by my appearance, I started to think the leather mask was silly, but if photos and video were to be taken, you never know where they might accidentally wind up at, and I had no intention of losing my job in the future over them.
We all had a beer to get through those first few awkward moments; then my husband sat down in a chair and the guy walked up to me. ?Are you sure you understand my boundaries?? I asked him. He said he was cool with them. I did not know where or how to start, fortunately he did. He stepped closer to me and asked me if I was ready, I told him I was as ready as I would ever be. He stepped closer still and kissed me. I wasn't ready for it, and pulled back slightly, he took it in stride and kissed me again, this time I was ready. My husband's jaw dropped as our lips parted. We kissed again and again. He pulled me close and I could feel his hardness press against my stomach. Our kissing got hotter and heavier and I could feel my nipples harden, and I actually was beginning to feel wet.
To give my husband a show I stuck my tongue into the guy's mouth. Then I reached down, it felt like my hands were not my own as I undid the heavy brass belt buckle. Then the snap of his jeans followed by his zipper. I looked at my husband who had out our digital camera. I reached into his boxer shorts and pulled his cock out. ?Oh my! It is huge! I can't believe it.? I said, and unlike the stories I told my husband I really could not believe how blessed this man was. His cock had a dark, eggplant colored head, and even semi-hard he was bigger than my husband. I thought of all the black women at work that I knew, were they all getting fucked by monsters like this?
My hand encircled his cock and I gave it a pull and it started to grow immediately, I slowly yanked it up and down and soon my pointer finger and thumb could not meet due to the growing girth of his cock. He asked if I could spit into my hand to provide a little bit of lube, I daintily spat into my palm, and he told me I would need more than that. I spat again, a bit heavier this time and rubbed it onto his growing cock.
Across the way my husband watched wide mouthed as I took care of this black stud as he snapped away picture after picture. It was after all what he wanted and I was going to twist his balls a bit. ?Mmm! So large. Much larger than his.? I said, for sometimes, in the fantasy stories I told my husband, he liked to hear such humiliating things said to him. ?So fucking big. Are all black guys so huge?? I asked him to which he laughed and said most were.
He sat down on the couch and patted the seat to tell me to sit next to him. I sat down and resumed jerking off his cock, he asked me if it would be okay if he felt my breasts a bit; truth to tell my hand was getting a bit tired so I consented.
His hands gripped my breasts, it felt strange having another man feel my tits while my husband watched, but it also gave me a feeling of power, over my husband. He leaned forward and whispered for me to sit on his lap. I thought about it; I was after all fully dressed, but it would drive my husband crazy.
I got up and sat on his lap, I could feel his manhood pressing against my ass, he positioned me so he could kiss me and play with my tits. I turned around to straddle him facing him, and I reached behind me and jerked his cock off and slapped my ass with it, leaving, as I would discover later, stains on the back of my skirt.
I turned to face my husband and started to bounce up and down on the guy's big cock, even through my skirt, pantyhose and panties I could feel that big monster push against my pussy, I told my husband that, and he nearly creamed right there.
I hiked my skirt up, then I put his cock between my legs so it look like I had grown a cock of my own, while sitting on the black guy's lap. ?Mmm! You like to see me bounce down on this? Don't you. Want to watch me stroke my cock for you. Like this? Shit his shaft was pressing against my pussy. You'd love for me to take it inside of me? Wouldn't you? But I am not going to do it, today, but I will do this.? I said rubbing myself back and forth against his cock. The friction was driving him insane, and me also. I knew if I did not finish him soon I might just tear off all my clothes, forsake my marriage vows, and cram that monster into me.
I got on my knees in front of the black guy; I opened my blouse, not all the way but a few buttons down and I jerked his meat with both hands; I did throat clearing spats into my hand which in turn I used to grease his shaft. ?Ready to see me take his load all over my tits honey?? I asked my husband, whose own cock looked so hard he seemed to be in pain. He told me yes.
?So big and black! So big and black! Come on spray it all over me. Come on!? I even slapped his cock against my tits leaving more stains of pre-cum on my dress as I did so. But he would not finish, and was still rock hard. He looked at me and told me that if I kissed the head of his cock he would let himself finish.
My hands and arms were tired at this point, I turned to look at my husband, not to ask for permission but to let him know I was going to do it. As he focused his camera I slowly bent forward until it was so close I could feel the heat from his cock head. I turned to my husband and told him ?Who knows maybe one day I will suck a big African cock.? Then I kissed his black cock head. It was salty and I tasted the faintest taste of precum. I went back to jerking him off, he started to squint and his breathing got faster and faster. Then he yelled out that he was going to cum. His cum flew from his cock harder and faster than I would have thought possible. It splattered on my leather bondage hood, then I aimed it down and it got my neck and my tits, leaving dark wet stains on my top. I pumped him for another full minute until he was dry.
After he left I turned my attention to my husband. He wanted to hump me right there, but I would not let him, I wanted to prolong his erotic agony for as long as I could possibly do so.
?So what did you think of my show?? I asked him. He told me it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life and that it had driven him crazy. I told him how impressed I was with that big black cock I was pulling on, that it was much bigger than his. So big that I might one day want to try it. He looked up at me startled. I got on the couch and spread my legs. He eagerly removed my pantyhose and panties, I told him to lick my pussy and told him I'd talk dirty to him some more while he did so.
I told him that guy's cock was so much bigger than his; and that I was wondering how it would have felt inside of me. Fucking me and all. I opened my blouse, and played with my tits a bit as I came under his eager licking.
Then I had him get up on the couch next to me and I started to stroke his throbbing dick; he came within minutes so I kept pumping until he was hard again and then I got on top of him and rode his cock until he and I both came.
Since then our sex life has been fantastic; and who knows maybe one day I might go a little further with the black stud of his choice? Or maybe my own.
Feedback is always welcome at drbonefeedback@yahoo.com
