Ch. 06 Return From Spain
Jess got up quietly and went for a shower. I got up, put on my dressing gown and went downstairs to make her some tea and toast, putting the cereal bowl out along with the cereal box and jug of milk. While waiting for Jess to make her appearance I checked emails and also found somewhere that sells sanitizing cleaner spray for the new toy. As soap and water are no good, I ordered two for next-day delivery.
Jess came down ready to work, quickly hugging me from the back and sitting down at the table. She poured milk over the cornflakes and I handed her a cup of tea.
"Did you sleep well love, fully recovered from last night, and fit to go?"
“I slept okay but I still feel tired. I need a couple of more hours. Also, I’m still quite sore, that damn thing is just too big for me. How that girl managed I just don’t know, but I don’t think I’ll ever manage it. George is not so bad, but that monster!”
“Ha, George was too big once. You just need to practice, love. You’ve got 10 days on your own, so maybe you’ll get to practice during your lonely evenings, or maybe when I ring you, it will be like having phone sex. Anyway, you had better finish eating. Want another cup of tea? You've just got time.”
"Yes, please. It seems so strange to talk about my sexual life with my husband at breakfast. I mean, it's just after eight in the morning. we’ve both got work, and we’re discussing having phone sex while I practice with the monster.”
“Yeah, I’m getting hard just thinking of you lying on the couch there practising fucking yourself with that big one. You’re going to have to think of a name for him too.”
“Shit Pete, you're getting a one-track mind of late but I love it, I love you, and I got to go.”
"Oh, I nearly forgot, I’ve ordered some proper sanitizing cleaning spray for the new toy. it’s on next-day delivery, so be here tomorrow hopefully, just so you know. You better get going, love.”
Jess, after putting her on her coat, hugged me, kissed me, and said, "I'm going to miss you, bye.”
I hugged her back and told her that I always miss her, saying, "I love you too.”
Jess has gone to school. I make a coffee and go back upstairs. First, I tidy the bed, leaving both toys on top for Jess to clean with the new stuff when it arrives. Then I take off my dressing gown and hang it back on the hook. I take off the pants from last night and put them in the laundry, quickly shower and shave, and then for the first time in over a week put on a pair of men’s briefs, and dress for work. I took the wine box and glasses along with my shaving stuff downstairs, then went back up for my suitcase and coffee cup.
I made another cup of coffee (I really should cut down). I put my shaving bag into the suitcase and took it out to the car. I opened the laptop again to delete the site Jess and I watched last night, deleted the search history, then closed it up, bagged it, and took it and my briefcase out to the car. I’m ready to go.
The overnight trip down to Santa Susanna in Spain went well, with usual traffic problems on route, but it was ok. I called Jess at 9 p.m. We talked about our day and then she said, “The spray arrived this morning, but it wasn’t Vicky, who normally delivers the mail. She's off sick, and the new guy’s a real hunk. If I hadn’t got to rush off to work this morning, I’d have offered him coffee. Phew, he's hot. I could be living the dream while you’re away, babe. He's your dream too, by the way. He’s a big black man.”
Jess, I assume, is just teasing, but my imagination starts to form a picture in my head of Jess early this morning, still only wearing her new black negligée and tiny black pants, and of her opening the door to this hunk, a big black hunk. Jess asks him to call back for a coffee or something.
Jess could be right. I do have a one-tracked mind. So I had to ask her. “And had you not been in such a rush this morning, just what might have happened? What might you have gotten up to, may I ask?”
“Probably nothing. I was dressed for school. I mean, IF I was still in my nightie if I could entice him in for a coffee or something. He could have maybe sat on the couch while I made him coffee. Of course, I’d have to stretch up high to reach the coffee jar, bend over straight-legged to reach milk, showing off my tiny pants. Oops, forgot, I’m not wearing any! Then I’d take him his coffee, leaning forward to place the cup on the low coffee table, showing him how my bare tits hang without a bra on. I may even sit opposite him with my legs very slightly apart. Obviously, he’d see everything, including the fact that my bare pussycat is very, very wet. Pete? Pete, are you still listening? Hell bells, Peter, have you just cum?”
Shit, I had just cum. I’m lying on my bed naked after my shower, and yes, I’ve just cum. It's all over my belly. Good job. I'm alone. Although it might have been fun to have been there with Jess, dressed as she often seems to want me to be dressed nowadays, in pants, maybe a bra and holdups, whatever, she even mentioned once about wanting me with my eyes done and a bit of pink lip gloss on.
“Pete? Pete, I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing. Pete, answer me.”
Jess cut the call, then rang me back twice before I’d realized that she’d even gone.
“What happened then, Pete? One minute we’re having a little bit of fantasy phone sex, and next it’s like you've gone but left your phone on. Did you cum? Did you do it without me? How could you? You’re not even here to help me out now. Go on, tell me! Did you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Jess. My one-tracked mind took over. I heard every word you said, but in my mind's eye, I saw it - you and everything that you were doing - in full colour. Fuck Jess, over 1100 miles away, and you can still turn me on and make me so horny. Yes, I've cum love, sorry, and sorry if I ruined it for you.”
“Yes. Well, Pete, you did sort of spoil my little story for me, I was just getting into it and feeling the beginnings of something, and then you go and finish without me. Guess I’ll say goodnight. I’m going to spend the night with George. You're calling me Thursday night, yes?”
"Yes, love, I will call you on Thursday at the same time, and again, I’m sorry love. Oh, and Jess, I love you.”
"OK, Pete, talk on Thursday. I love you. Night, bye.”
I took another shower.
I rang on Thursday at 9 p.m. but had no reply. I tried several times the same, but no answer. At midnight, I got a message from Jess that read, "Sorry, I forgot my phone. I was out with the hunk. Dah, I wish! I was next door with Jon and Margret. they’re having problems just now."
2nd message: "Ring me tomorrow night. I've got a date with George. XXX"
I replied, "Okay, I will do that. Enjoy your date. I love you, XX."
The next night I called her. “Hi Jess, How was your day? Are you going to dish the dirt about our neighbours?”
“It was fine. the day went quite well. My group was good, but I did cop for the 30-minute detention class. And one or two of them are a handful. On their own, they can be a little inappropriate at times, which I’m glad I don’t have to suffer from often. A couple of them have minds like yours. Anyway, Jon and Margret! It seems sometime over the Christmas holiday, Jon spent too much time dancing with Joyce, the woman who had her tits done to EE. Margert’s not happy but she gets her revenge when she spends an evening out with a group that includes some guy whom she has mentioned to Jon several times over the past few months. When I was there last night it was a case of he said, she said, and both wanted me to take their sides. I think someone ought to bang their bloody heads together. I mean, married for like, 9 years!”
“Oh, nothing serious then. And how was your date?”
“Date? What bloody date? If you mean my handsome hunk postie, I told you I was joking!”
“The last word from you last night was that you had a date with George.”
“You bloody idiot! Yes, I enjoyed my date with George, thank you. It was erm... very satisfying.”
“Didn’t your new toy make himself known? You said you needed to practice.”
“No, it was you that said I should practice. You know, it took 3 bloody, sore days after that time when you used him on me so I am sort of reluctant, but I did have a good look at him last night. Fuck, it’s enormous. When I put my hand around it to grip it, then my thumb can’t touch my fingers. It’s so thick.”
“You should try to practice using both. George first, then that one. Just take it slow. I mean, that girl we watched on that website managed a good 6" or 7” when that guy was pounding her. She even managed over 4” in her mouth when she was blowing him before.”
“Yeah, well, I can hardly put that in my mouth, and as to taking 6" to 7” up there, well!”
"Listen, love, I’m not forcing you to do anything. If you’re not comfortable with anything we do or that I suggest anytime, then, just like me, you simply say no, ok? Put him in the drawer and leave him there. It’ll be a shame I’ll never get to see you fucking yourself with him, or even get to see that nice black cock being given a bloody good sucking. After spending that much on a realistic, real-skin feel, a bigger cock that could fuck you to orgasm multiple times instead of having to wait until afterwards with me. It's a pity but we do have other things and other pleasures to seek out, and I’m sure you even have more plans for me.”
“Pete, we’ll talk more about it when you get home next week. Sorry, someone's knocking on the door but not ringing the bell. That’s odd. Come with me. We’ll go see who it is. You never know, it might be my hunk.”
I hear Jess going to open the front door, then I think Margret, crying and muttering. I can’t make it out. Jess was making comforting noises, I heard her say, "Sit down here, I’ll put the kettle on." A pause, then Jess said to me, "I've got to go. Ring tomorrow ok? I love you. Bye." Click, gone.
The next day. “Hi, is it safe to talk, or are Jon, Margret, your mother, and maybe even the hunky postman there?
It seems this week that when I phone, we keep being interrupted.
"Anyway, how are you, love? Are you alright?”
“Hiya Pete, believe it or not, I’m in bed, the lights are off, my car is parked on the other side of the park and I’m pretending to be out for the evening. Margret was here last night till after 1 am this morning, then mom rang at 8:30 to see if I wanted to go to town shopping and have lunch seeing as I was alone again this weekend, so I got up and went to fetch my car back. We ended up fighting. She was here at 9:15 before I’d even had breakfast, so a quick cup of tea later I nipped upstairs for my bag. Coming back downstairs, I heard Mom speaking to someone at the door. Guess who? Oh, never mind, she’s chatting with the hunk! She opened the door just as he was pushing junk mail through the letterbox. Then as we got into the car, she said, “What a nice, polite young man!” I reversed out and we passed him further down the street. She looked at him again, saying he was handsome too, and most likely "he’s home taking care of his wife every night.
"Later we stopped for a coffee at that place next to the hairdressers. Mom asked after you and when you were home again this time. When I said next Thursday, she said something about you always leaving me on my own. It’s no wonder I can’t get pregnant and how I’d have been better off with some young stud who’s always at home and not away most of the time. Not wanting to fight with her, I got up to go. I paid and as we went out she’s still muttering about doing better. I simply told her, we’re fine and we’re happy."
"We went to the library to change her books. I said hello to Barry, in with little Carl. It seems his wife Joanne is in the club again. Young Carl, 4 now, looked so smart. both had been for haircuts."
"Having got her books sorted, Mom said something about Barry and that lovely Jamaican ******. She sees them going to church every Sunday morning. I pointed out Barry’s from Kenya, I think, and Joanne's from Brighton."
Mom says, "No matter where he’s from, at least he’s home and she gets pregnant."
"We wandered around the mall then went for lunch, and she started up again. Going on about you never being home, how should you be working here in town, not in Spain? You know, like your brother, now he’s a real strapping young man who works hard doing a man’s job, earning good money. Now, see if I’d only married someone like him, or that Barry, I bet I’d be pregnant by now when she kept going on about how the girls today are always going out and having fun. Having lots of fun choosing a man to take her home, sometimes different men, just for sex, just to take care of their needs. All women have needs. But then they get married, and suddenly their needs don’t matter."
"She went on about it's no wonder there’s all this infidelity and divorce. Husbands go off to the pub, to the football, to go fishing, some just galivanting all over Europe for weeks at a time and the wives must stay home alone, taking care of their own needs, or some even take lovers. A deliveryman, the postman... now HE was nice. It was suggested that if I did that I might get pregnant that way."
"She’s always had digs about you. About *** before he left her, about men generally, but about you mostly. You're not manly enough. She always mentioned other men that I could have had, including your brother and David, the guy who lived next door when I was growing up. He's now a partner in some legal firm. Even old Jeff gets a mention, and heck he was over 30 when I was still at school and lived over the road from us. Everybody knew he was a pervert. He always stared at my tits, but all of them are better than you."
"Well, I’d had enough. I told her to shut the fuck up. Like it or not, we are married and happily married, and that you do take care of all my needs. I don’t need her to go on about it all the time. She walked out, saying she’d catch the bus home.”
“Sorry you had such a crap day love, and now you’re having to hide from them all in the dark. But it’s only 9:35 there. You won’t sleep this early, will you? I suppose you’ve got your tablet with you, so you can read.”
“I’m lying here naked with George, waiting to be naughty without interruption, and if you are also naked, Pete, and in bed, then we could be naughty together because I miss you and I’m horny. I found that website we were watching the other night. Oh my gosh, there’s a lot of food for thought on there. It's given me some ideas that I'd like to share with you. I may show it to you when you’re home on Thursday. See what you think.”
“Can I call you back, Jess? In 10 minutes. I’ll strip off, take a leak, turn off the lights, and ring you in 10, ok?”
“10 minutes no more. I’ll get warmed up and see if we can finish together for a change, so ten minutes starting now.”
I visit the bathroom, strip off, and jump into bed, trying to find my dick. Fuck, it must be colder than I thought in here. Right now, it’s maybe two and a half inches. I pull the covers over me, trying to get warmer. Hoping it will wake up. Then I rang up Jess.
Jess answers by saying, “Good boy, In only 9 minutes. I wish you were here tonight. I’m feeling very naughty, and I would love to see you in all your finery. That Belgium stuff in red you bought, red pants, that black bra that you like, oh, I’ve bought you some breast forms for when you wear one for me, and those black holdups, the patterned ones, and of course that beautiful red nightie you got for me. The red suits you so much better, and if you were here with me tonight I'd love to try you with a touch of makeup, a hint of eyeliner, mascara, blusher, hide that 5 o’clock shadow. I've got some pink lip gloss I never use. You can have that too. Fuck Pete, I bet you’d look so cute for me, really hot.”
I don’t understand it. all the time that Jess was talking then, my dick slowly grew from two and a half inches to its full 5” of rock-hard dick. Maybe Jess has something here. Just maybe it’ll prove to be a winner for us. I mean, right now I feel like I could fuck her all night. If I were there with Jess, dressed just how she wants me to so that we could make love, I think I could fuck her long and hard enough to make her cum and if I were to use George first, I'm certain of it.
"Sounds like real fun, Jess. Maybe one day when I'm home, yeah? I meant to ask you... have you done any practising at all this week? Also, did you name him or have you given up on him and stuck him in a drawer for now?”
“I told you I was having a good look at him the other night. I can’t think of a good name yet. I looked at him but that Kofi guy seemed just as big as this, so that blocked any other name coming to me just now. I've also watched that girl on film again, trying to see if there’s any special technique to how she managed that size, so thick, in both her mouth and so deep when she was fucked. It's so damn big. I’ve been watching it again tonight, and then when you said 10 minutes I spent the time warming up with George watching it. He’s still up there in me now. I’m dripping wet. He just needs me to pump him a few times. To fuck myself with him, and I'll cum.”
“Do it, Jess." I hissed. "Let George fuck you and make you cum. Someone must make you cum tonight. he’s there right now. I’m not, but I am here with you, Jess, so cum for me, babes! Yeah, fuck him and cum.”
“YES, Pete, talk to me, tell me what you want, tell me you want him to fuck me, to make me cum, oh fuck it, Pete! I'm cumming. Pete, I’m cumming! Oh god, George, yes, fuck me. Oh shit! Again! I’m going to cum! Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, that's so good."
As her breathing slows to normal she whispers to me, "Fuck, I enjoyed that. George is very good at fucking me, but it was so much better that we were able to share. I think sharing being fucked with you is fun. Now, do you want me to practice with the big one tonight so we can share again?”
“Fuck Yes, Jess, practice will be good, and I will try and help you. It will be so good for you to cum on a bigger cock than me, or even George. Do you think you can do it? I mean, could you?”
"Pete, do you think I could use Kofi as I just did with George? Is that what you want, Pete? Is that what you’re asking of me? Is it what you want? Say it. tell me what you want me to do now. Do you want me to fuck Kofi? To try and get him in my mouth, just like she did? To be fucked as deep as she is now and to cum just like she did? I will try if you want me to.”
I’ve just cum. I’ve shot a huge load onto a tissue, but I’m not telling Jess that yet. I’m not going to ruin a good, hard fuck with Kofi tonight, not while I share her, so I’m keeping quiet about what I've done while I share it with Kofi.
"Yes, Jess, I really think that you should practice, so use your mouth to get it wet. Then try to take Kofi’s big black cock as deep as you can. Let Kofi fuck you like I can't. Please, Jess, I want you to fuck Kofi.”
I am hearing some very strange sounds now, for two or three minutes. Just a strange noise on my phone, like maybe just a bad signal, so I'm saying “Jess, Jess? Have you dropped the phone?”
“Phew, no, I was trying to get him in my mouth. I managed two inches, but it's just so big. Right now, I’ve put some lube on his cock. It feels really weird to want a big cock with lube but I think I’m wet enough, so here goes.”
All I can get and hear is an occasional oh, nngg, shit, and the like. I wish I could see her. Then I think she’s got out of bed. Were you maybe going to the loo? Then silence, maybe for a couple of minutes. I can hear, "Oh, that’s better. Yes, go on, Jess. Yes, you can do this, Jess. Pete, Pete, can you hear me? Right, I couldn’t get him in when I was lying down. Kofi is just too big. Then I thought, what If I straddle him like you did the first time you wanted me to fuck him, remember? Well, I tried it again. I held the ball's end on the bed, straddled him, and lined up his lovely big cock and lowered myself down onto it. So I did and got maybe two inches inside me. Fuck, it hurts quite a lot. So I’m just taking a quick rest and getting used to this bit. I’ll talk to you for a minute till it eases, then we’ll try again. Okay, phew, let’s go. Oh, holy fuck, ng, shit, and holy fuck, Kofi, why are you so fucking Oh shit! Phew! Sorry, got to ease up. Phew! Wait, Pete, I had nearly 4 inches but I got so full! I'm holding just the head in now. Trying again now."
"Oh, phew, that’s it, Kofi. Push harder! Oh Fuck, I think I'm going to cum! Fuck shit, Kofieee, Cumming, ssshit cummming!"
"No! Stop, no! Mmmm, Kofi, you bastard. Fuck, stay there. Just wait. Let me - you know - adjust."
"Peter, can you hear me? Did you just hear that? He’s made me cum three times in a row. I’ve soaked the bed. I slipped, got sort of weak, slid right down, and fuck it hurt. As I cried hard, I fell over. I’m now lying on my side on the bed. Kofi is still there. I have about 6" or maybe 7” of this wonderful cock in me right now. It hurt a bit but I orgasmed. I’m holding his big balls now. Peter, Kofi is going to fuck me again right now so I'm sorry, but can I call you tomorrow? It’s Sunday. I’ll call you first thing and tell you if he does, and I'll try to keep count. I love you! Bye!”
Click, Jess has gone. I came again when she said she was holding his big balls.
The following morning I had to head to Barcelona. I’d had a rough night. Lots of flashing dreams of Jess fucking Kofi. In the nightclub where she met him, in our hotel room, at our home, in his dorm with his roommates. Also in the pub, learning to play pool, naked on the pool table, in the park, fucking the wino after sucking his dirty, smelly cock. All of that mixed up with thoughts of me dressed just as Jess described. Wearing the red negligee, the hold-ups and make-up, but I’m there with Jess all the time in the club. She gets me to clean her up after Kofi fucked her in the nightclub dressed like that. Clean Jess up in the club, our hotel room, and Kofi’s dorm after he and his roomies had all fucked her.
In one dream Jess was being fucked in the dorm room by two of the black men and sucking another. They told me she's airtight. She had me keep the other cock hard until she had a hole vacant, then after, I had to clean them all and Jess just kept saying I was a good boy. In the pub, everyone saw that I was in a red nightie, just as Jess wanted.
Jess called me at lunchtime. I declined the call and 15 minutes later I had a text that just said, Call me. When I answered it I just sent ‘Working now. Tonight. XXX'.
I just couldn’t understand the mixed-up dreams. It's like a slowly revolving kaleidoscope. Until very recently, I’d never thought of a man, any man, black or white, in any sexual way, and although I thought several times that Jess deserved a bigger cock it was only in passing. Jess danced briefly for 3 or 4 dances with a black guy in Turkey and for 30 seconds, a minute, I got hard watching. But that was that for a couple of months. We then went to Manchester shopping and suddenly decided to go clubbing so Jess could blow off some steam, dance, and have a bit of fun. She dances with Kofi, just another black guy, only this guy a bit handsy, cupping her bum, feeling her tits. Jess laughed a lot, enjoying him, enjoying teasing him. I got hard a couple of times watching them. Later Jess was very wet, very horny, talking about his big cock. I had visions of Jess enjoying his big black cock. That’s when I started to fantasize about Jess and about her teasing men, which she loves doing. In my fantasy, it was only black men she teased, allowing them to grope her in public and have fun.
Then I bought her a 7” cock-like vibrator. She complained it was too big. I went away for a week and Jess is fucking herself with it. She even gave it a man's name. Then it’s George fucking her, or she is fucking him. On a couple of occasions, Jess chose him over me to fuck her. I just cleaned up after him. Because of the fantasy I have, plus her recent need for a bigger cock to fuck her, I bought Jess a big black cock. It’s dark brown, like an African cock, and it has a set of hanging balls that I imagine slapping her bum if she ever got it in her vagina. Once again she complained it was too big. At 10 inches it’s big, but 10 days later she's given it a known man’s name, Kofi. She’s taken Kofi’s cock well into her vagina, orgasmed several times being fucked by this big black cock, and has cut a phone call to me short so she could continue being fucked by Kofi all night.
Later, back in my hotel room after dinner, I’d shaved, showered, and now lay naked on my bed. I rang Jess, and the first thing she asked me was, “What happened at lunchtime? You should have been on a break. Anyway, my mother came around this morning to apologize for yesterday. I offered to make tea and we could talk. My back was turned as I made the tea, but I was talking to her about us when I realized she hadn't answered me. I turned around, and my mother was not there. she’s gone upstairs to the loo. I thought no more about it until she came back. She didn’t say very much so I carried on talking about how good we are together and how happy we are even though we’re sometimes apart and yes, I miss you. It’s lonely at times. I get lonely some nights but we speak on the phone, we video call occasionally, and we’re mostly ok.”
“Mom says I shouldn’t get that lonely. If you persist in working away for weeks on end, instead of doing like she has suggested to you before and getting a job here at home, in fact, she says that there is a job at her place of work, not in her office but two floors up in the same block. It’s a civil service job with a good pension at the end, it would mean, of course, you work your way up. You’d start at the bottom doing typing, writing reports and filing them, delivering internal mail, a general dogs body, and being at everyone’s beck and call, but she reckons it would be better for us. You’d work 8 to 5:30. It's suitable for you, being slight, since there's no heavy lifting. If the girls in our office, for instance, have a heavy parcel or a table, that sort of thing, if too heavy they just call down for Denzil. He’s a real nice guy, big, strong and manly looking, a lady's man, looks a bit like your postman too. So, you see, there’s always a big man around to help you. More importantly, you would be home by 6 p.m. each night, taking proper care of my needs, and then I wouldn’t need those toys in bed."
"Mom saying that meant she must have used our ensuite toilet instead of the guest bathroom. I suppose she was snooping and seeing them. I’d left George and Kofi on the bed. Pete, you realize that means Mom knows. She must have seen that huge black cock used on the bed. She'd know I've been fucking myself with a black cock. She had arrived before I had a chance to clean and put them away.”
I said, "It could have been worse. She could have arrived half an hour earlier when you were impaled on him. Rolling about having an intense orgasm or two, courtesy of a black cock.”
“How did you know about this morning? How'd you know I was fucking him before Mother arrived?
Last night was so intense. You know, I had the sucker part of it on the bed. I just held him up more or less straight, then straddled him and lowered myself very slowly down. I’d got the head just inside my lips. I waited, then an inch and an inch more. I lifted then I slid down, adding another inch, and I did the same again. I was maybe half full. It fucking hurt, you know, but I also kept wanting just a tiny bit more. I’m holding Kofi in one hand and you on the phone in the other. I’ve managed about 5 inches.
I was chuffed. I was holding at five", thinking, dare I? Or just settle for that this first time? Then other things were set in motion, happening rapidly together."
"My legs suddenly weaken, omygod my hand is slipping down! My hand slid down his cock, then I’m sinking further. He’s deeper still. I’m starting to cum then I’m falling sideways onto the bed. I’m having the most intense orgasm of my life, Kofi is up by my cervix, 7 inches of hard black cock, deeper than you’ve ever been. I feel so full, I’m wetting the bed. I roll over onto my back and pull my knees up, I have yet another orgasm when I try to take him out, slowly drawing maybe 4 inches out, then feel I need an inch or so pushed back in, pause then pull him back an inch, then another till just the heads in there. There’s that delicious feeling I'm going to cum again, all I need to achieve the coming orgasm is to let Kofi plunge right back in hard. That’s exactly what he does. Rams back right up to my cervix, again and again, hard and fast, it’s the longest orgasm of my life, just went on and on, until I began to tire.
If it had been Kofi, you know, the real man, I mean, I would have been so flooded with his cum, his balls emptying into my hot, horny pussy, fuck!
Right then I needed somebody, anybody to hold onto, to hug as I returned to earth. I wish you could have been there when it happened. It was so mind-blowing and you’d have loved cleaning up. Thank you, Pete, for the best night of my life ever. The reason I say that is after we ended the call after I’d gone to the bathroom and poured another drink. Oh yeah, get some wine on the way back. it’s cheaper there, yes?"
"Sorry. To continue, wine yeah, a short, like 10-minute rest, then he fucked me again. I lay on my back, and he slipped just inside me and waited till I’m thinking fuck me, Kofi, again he rammed right in, one hard fuck, and had me Cumming in under 5 minutes. Then later I woke up, Kofi was out of me but still gripped by my legs. I held him in both hands, I’m still amazed at the thickness, He nudges me, he touched my poor swollen vagina, and I had to let him fuck me once more. This fuck was thankfully slower, more sensual but just as deep. Up to my cervix, he likes it right up as far as it will go. He slowly bangs me, getting faster as I start to cum, and then I simply cream all over that wonderful ever-hard black cock."
"In the morning I'd overslept an hour but woke up feeling great. I just woke up feeling a bit raw. I went to the bathroom, washed, brushed my teeth, applied some skin cream, thought about taking a 5-mile run shortly, still naked went back to bed. Just thinking about last night made me a little horny. Seeing him just lying there, waiting to fuck me again, I obliged! Not so deeply, not so roughly. I just let him give me one more orgasm, which made 7 orgasms spread over 4 fuck sessions in 11 hours. All down to you, Pete, my loving, caring husband, who I love so very much.”
I only listened to Jess - I didn’t interrupt her at all - for 65 minutes. I came twice as she told me about her night alone. The first time was when she fell onto Kofi’s hard cock she wetted the bed, and I came. It seems I’ve become a dab hand at hands-free orgasms. The second time I masturbated to her fucking Kofi for the second time that evening, after she had cut me off. I did try to get it up again when Jess told me of this morning’s fuck session. She cums on a quickie, but I can’t get hard again. my little dick gives me minor sensations but stays soft at about 3 inches. But at least my beautiful, sexy wife is totally satisfied with my presents to her, namely George and Kofi. for now, Magic Man seems forgotten.
We spoke on the phone later that night, at nearly 11 pm, glad she hadn’t had an early night. Jess told me with some relief that her mother hadn’t seen Kofi.
"He was hidden by a fold in the bed cover. She had only seen George and I'm sure she's had one similar since *** left 15 years ago. She went mad on men for a few short years, then went off them, so I reckon she must have one. A woman has needs, you know. Nowadays mom only sees a chap called Ernest every couple of months. He stays overnight and is gone the next morning. She seems happy with that, even if only for a couple of days."
"I went to the chemist’s when I was on my run after school today and got something for the soreness. You know, I was a bit embarrassed telling her what I needed it for. I explained you’ve been working overseas and came back yesterday, and as you’re very well-endowed, this resulted in my being a bit raw. So I got some cream and advice for the rawness and had to buy some water-based lubricant she recommended."
"I'm hoping the soreness will be gone in 3 days when you’re back on Thursday. I’m looking forward to showing you the progress I’ve made with practice, both with George and Kofi. Hoping to have dinner at the Harvest Moon, then back here for the main course and dessert, with wine, in bed. Pity I must work Friday, but then a week off for me, half term. I wish you were off too. We could have gone away to somewhere warm and sunny, where nobody knows us, for a bit of naughty fun. We have an anniversary coming up. It could be a great celebration!"
Jess came down ready to work, quickly hugging me from the back and sitting down at the table. She poured milk over the cornflakes and I handed her a cup of tea.
"Did you sleep well love, fully recovered from last night, and fit to go?"
“I slept okay but I still feel tired. I need a couple of more hours. Also, I’m still quite sore, that damn thing is just too big for me. How that girl managed I just don’t know, but I don’t think I’ll ever manage it. George is not so bad, but that monster!”
“Ha, George was too big once. You just need to practice, love. You’ve got 10 days on your own, so maybe you’ll get to practice during your lonely evenings, or maybe when I ring you, it will be like having phone sex. Anyway, you had better finish eating. Want another cup of tea? You've just got time.”
"Yes, please. It seems so strange to talk about my sexual life with my husband at breakfast. I mean, it's just after eight in the morning. we’ve both got work, and we’re discussing having phone sex while I practice with the monster.”
“Yeah, I’m getting hard just thinking of you lying on the couch there practising fucking yourself with that big one. You’re going to have to think of a name for him too.”
“Shit Pete, you're getting a one-track mind of late but I love it, I love you, and I got to go.”
"Oh, I nearly forgot, I’ve ordered some proper sanitizing cleaning spray for the new toy. it’s on next-day delivery, so be here tomorrow hopefully, just so you know. You better get going, love.”
Jess, after putting her on her coat, hugged me, kissed me, and said, "I'm going to miss you, bye.”
I hugged her back and told her that I always miss her, saying, "I love you too.”
Jess has gone to school. I make a coffee and go back upstairs. First, I tidy the bed, leaving both toys on top for Jess to clean with the new stuff when it arrives. Then I take off my dressing gown and hang it back on the hook. I take off the pants from last night and put them in the laundry, quickly shower and shave, and then for the first time in over a week put on a pair of men’s briefs, and dress for work. I took the wine box and glasses along with my shaving stuff downstairs, then went back up for my suitcase and coffee cup.
I made another cup of coffee (I really should cut down). I put my shaving bag into the suitcase and took it out to the car. I opened the laptop again to delete the site Jess and I watched last night, deleted the search history, then closed it up, bagged it, and took it and my briefcase out to the car. I’m ready to go.
The overnight trip down to Santa Susanna in Spain went well, with usual traffic problems on route, but it was ok. I called Jess at 9 p.m. We talked about our day and then she said, “The spray arrived this morning, but it wasn’t Vicky, who normally delivers the mail. She's off sick, and the new guy’s a real hunk. If I hadn’t got to rush off to work this morning, I’d have offered him coffee. Phew, he's hot. I could be living the dream while you’re away, babe. He's your dream too, by the way. He’s a big black man.”
Jess, I assume, is just teasing, but my imagination starts to form a picture in my head of Jess early this morning, still only wearing her new black negligée and tiny black pants, and of her opening the door to this hunk, a big black hunk. Jess asks him to call back for a coffee or something.
Jess could be right. I do have a one-tracked mind. So I had to ask her. “And had you not been in such a rush this morning, just what might have happened? What might you have gotten up to, may I ask?”
“Probably nothing. I was dressed for school. I mean, IF I was still in my nightie if I could entice him in for a coffee or something. He could have maybe sat on the couch while I made him coffee. Of course, I’d have to stretch up high to reach the coffee jar, bend over straight-legged to reach milk, showing off my tiny pants. Oops, forgot, I’m not wearing any! Then I’d take him his coffee, leaning forward to place the cup on the low coffee table, showing him how my bare tits hang without a bra on. I may even sit opposite him with my legs very slightly apart. Obviously, he’d see everything, including the fact that my bare pussycat is very, very wet. Pete? Pete, are you still listening? Hell bells, Peter, have you just cum?”
Shit, I had just cum. I’m lying on my bed naked after my shower, and yes, I’ve just cum. It's all over my belly. Good job. I'm alone. Although it might have been fun to have been there with Jess, dressed as she often seems to want me to be dressed nowadays, in pants, maybe a bra and holdups, whatever, she even mentioned once about wanting me with my eyes done and a bit of pink lip gloss on.
“Pete? Pete, I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing. Pete, answer me.”
Jess cut the call, then rang me back twice before I’d realized that she’d even gone.
“What happened then, Pete? One minute we’re having a little bit of fantasy phone sex, and next it’s like you've gone but left your phone on. Did you cum? Did you do it without me? How could you? You’re not even here to help me out now. Go on, tell me! Did you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Jess. My one-tracked mind took over. I heard every word you said, but in my mind's eye, I saw it - you and everything that you were doing - in full colour. Fuck Jess, over 1100 miles away, and you can still turn me on and make me so horny. Yes, I've cum love, sorry, and sorry if I ruined it for you.”
“Yes. Well, Pete, you did sort of spoil my little story for me, I was just getting into it and feeling the beginnings of something, and then you go and finish without me. Guess I’ll say goodnight. I’m going to spend the night with George. You're calling me Thursday night, yes?”
"Yes, love, I will call you on Thursday at the same time, and again, I’m sorry love. Oh, and Jess, I love you.”
"OK, Pete, talk on Thursday. I love you. Night, bye.”
I took another shower.
I rang on Thursday at 9 p.m. but had no reply. I tried several times the same, but no answer. At midnight, I got a message from Jess that read, "Sorry, I forgot my phone. I was out with the hunk. Dah, I wish! I was next door with Jon and Margret. they’re having problems just now."
2nd message: "Ring me tomorrow night. I've got a date with George. XXX"
I replied, "Okay, I will do that. Enjoy your date. I love you, XX."
The next night I called her. “Hi Jess, How was your day? Are you going to dish the dirt about our neighbours?”
“It was fine. the day went quite well. My group was good, but I did cop for the 30-minute detention class. And one or two of them are a handful. On their own, they can be a little inappropriate at times, which I’m glad I don’t have to suffer from often. A couple of them have minds like yours. Anyway, Jon and Margret! It seems sometime over the Christmas holiday, Jon spent too much time dancing with Joyce, the woman who had her tits done to EE. Margert’s not happy but she gets her revenge when she spends an evening out with a group that includes some guy whom she has mentioned to Jon several times over the past few months. When I was there last night it was a case of he said, she said, and both wanted me to take their sides. I think someone ought to bang their bloody heads together. I mean, married for like, 9 years!”
“Oh, nothing serious then. And how was your date?”
“Date? What bloody date? If you mean my handsome hunk postie, I told you I was joking!”
“The last word from you last night was that you had a date with George.”
“You bloody idiot! Yes, I enjoyed my date with George, thank you. It was erm... very satisfying.”
“Didn’t your new toy make himself known? You said you needed to practice.”
“No, it was you that said I should practice. You know, it took 3 bloody, sore days after that time when you used him on me so I am sort of reluctant, but I did have a good look at him last night. Fuck, it’s enormous. When I put my hand around it to grip it, then my thumb can’t touch my fingers. It’s so thick.”
“You should try to practice using both. George first, then that one. Just take it slow. I mean, that girl we watched on that website managed a good 6" or 7” when that guy was pounding her. She even managed over 4” in her mouth when she was blowing him before.”
“Yeah, well, I can hardly put that in my mouth, and as to taking 6" to 7” up there, well!”
"Listen, love, I’m not forcing you to do anything. If you’re not comfortable with anything we do or that I suggest anytime, then, just like me, you simply say no, ok? Put him in the drawer and leave him there. It’ll be a shame I’ll never get to see you fucking yourself with him, or even get to see that nice black cock being given a bloody good sucking. After spending that much on a realistic, real-skin feel, a bigger cock that could fuck you to orgasm multiple times instead of having to wait until afterwards with me. It's a pity but we do have other things and other pleasures to seek out, and I’m sure you even have more plans for me.”
“Pete, we’ll talk more about it when you get home next week. Sorry, someone's knocking on the door but not ringing the bell. That’s odd. Come with me. We’ll go see who it is. You never know, it might be my hunk.”
I hear Jess going to open the front door, then I think Margret, crying and muttering. I can’t make it out. Jess was making comforting noises, I heard her say, "Sit down here, I’ll put the kettle on." A pause, then Jess said to me, "I've got to go. Ring tomorrow ok? I love you. Bye." Click, gone.
The next day. “Hi, is it safe to talk, or are Jon, Margret, your mother, and maybe even the hunky postman there?
It seems this week that when I phone, we keep being interrupted.
"Anyway, how are you, love? Are you alright?”
“Hiya Pete, believe it or not, I’m in bed, the lights are off, my car is parked on the other side of the park and I’m pretending to be out for the evening. Margret was here last night till after 1 am this morning, then mom rang at 8:30 to see if I wanted to go to town shopping and have lunch seeing as I was alone again this weekend, so I got up and went to fetch my car back. We ended up fighting. She was here at 9:15 before I’d even had breakfast, so a quick cup of tea later I nipped upstairs for my bag. Coming back downstairs, I heard Mom speaking to someone at the door. Guess who? Oh, never mind, she’s chatting with the hunk! She opened the door just as he was pushing junk mail through the letterbox. Then as we got into the car, she said, “What a nice, polite young man!” I reversed out and we passed him further down the street. She looked at him again, saying he was handsome too, and most likely "he’s home taking care of his wife every night.
"Later we stopped for a coffee at that place next to the hairdressers. Mom asked after you and when you were home again this time. When I said next Thursday, she said something about you always leaving me on my own. It’s no wonder I can’t get pregnant and how I’d have been better off with some young stud who’s always at home and not away most of the time. Not wanting to fight with her, I got up to go. I paid and as we went out she’s still muttering about doing better. I simply told her, we’re fine and we’re happy."
"We went to the library to change her books. I said hello to Barry, in with little Carl. It seems his wife Joanne is in the club again. Young Carl, 4 now, looked so smart. both had been for haircuts."
"Having got her books sorted, Mom said something about Barry and that lovely Jamaican ******. She sees them going to church every Sunday morning. I pointed out Barry’s from Kenya, I think, and Joanne's from Brighton."
Mom says, "No matter where he’s from, at least he’s home and she gets pregnant."
"We wandered around the mall then went for lunch, and she started up again. Going on about you never being home, how should you be working here in town, not in Spain? You know, like your brother, now he’s a real strapping young man who works hard doing a man’s job, earning good money. Now, see if I’d only married someone like him, or that Barry, I bet I’d be pregnant by now when she kept going on about how the girls today are always going out and having fun. Having lots of fun choosing a man to take her home, sometimes different men, just for sex, just to take care of their needs. All women have needs. But then they get married, and suddenly their needs don’t matter."
"She went on about it's no wonder there’s all this infidelity and divorce. Husbands go off to the pub, to the football, to go fishing, some just galivanting all over Europe for weeks at a time and the wives must stay home alone, taking care of their own needs, or some even take lovers. A deliveryman, the postman... now HE was nice. It was suggested that if I did that I might get pregnant that way."
"She’s always had digs about you. About *** before he left her, about men generally, but about you mostly. You're not manly enough. She always mentioned other men that I could have had, including your brother and David, the guy who lived next door when I was growing up. He's now a partner in some legal firm. Even old Jeff gets a mention, and heck he was over 30 when I was still at school and lived over the road from us. Everybody knew he was a pervert. He always stared at my tits, but all of them are better than you."
"Well, I’d had enough. I told her to shut the fuck up. Like it or not, we are married and happily married, and that you do take care of all my needs. I don’t need her to go on about it all the time. She walked out, saying she’d catch the bus home.”
“Sorry you had such a crap day love, and now you’re having to hide from them all in the dark. But it’s only 9:35 there. You won’t sleep this early, will you? I suppose you’ve got your tablet with you, so you can read.”
“I’m lying here naked with George, waiting to be naughty without interruption, and if you are also naked, Pete, and in bed, then we could be naughty together because I miss you and I’m horny. I found that website we were watching the other night. Oh my gosh, there’s a lot of food for thought on there. It's given me some ideas that I'd like to share with you. I may show it to you when you’re home on Thursday. See what you think.”
“Can I call you back, Jess? In 10 minutes. I’ll strip off, take a leak, turn off the lights, and ring you in 10, ok?”
“10 minutes no more. I’ll get warmed up and see if we can finish together for a change, so ten minutes starting now.”
I visit the bathroom, strip off, and jump into bed, trying to find my dick. Fuck, it must be colder than I thought in here. Right now, it’s maybe two and a half inches. I pull the covers over me, trying to get warmer. Hoping it will wake up. Then I rang up Jess.
Jess answers by saying, “Good boy, In only 9 minutes. I wish you were here tonight. I’m feeling very naughty, and I would love to see you in all your finery. That Belgium stuff in red you bought, red pants, that black bra that you like, oh, I’ve bought you some breast forms for when you wear one for me, and those black holdups, the patterned ones, and of course that beautiful red nightie you got for me. The red suits you so much better, and if you were here with me tonight I'd love to try you with a touch of makeup, a hint of eyeliner, mascara, blusher, hide that 5 o’clock shadow. I've got some pink lip gloss I never use. You can have that too. Fuck Pete, I bet you’d look so cute for me, really hot.”
I don’t understand it. all the time that Jess was talking then, my dick slowly grew from two and a half inches to its full 5” of rock-hard dick. Maybe Jess has something here. Just maybe it’ll prove to be a winner for us. I mean, right now I feel like I could fuck her all night. If I were there with Jess, dressed just how she wants me to so that we could make love, I think I could fuck her long and hard enough to make her cum and if I were to use George first, I'm certain of it.
"Sounds like real fun, Jess. Maybe one day when I'm home, yeah? I meant to ask you... have you done any practising at all this week? Also, did you name him or have you given up on him and stuck him in a drawer for now?”
“I told you I was having a good look at him the other night. I can’t think of a good name yet. I looked at him but that Kofi guy seemed just as big as this, so that blocked any other name coming to me just now. I've also watched that girl on film again, trying to see if there’s any special technique to how she managed that size, so thick, in both her mouth and so deep when she was fucked. It's so damn big. I’ve been watching it again tonight, and then when you said 10 minutes I spent the time warming up with George watching it. He’s still up there in me now. I’m dripping wet. He just needs me to pump him a few times. To fuck myself with him, and I'll cum.”
“Do it, Jess." I hissed. "Let George fuck you and make you cum. Someone must make you cum tonight. he’s there right now. I’m not, but I am here with you, Jess, so cum for me, babes! Yeah, fuck him and cum.”
“YES, Pete, talk to me, tell me what you want, tell me you want him to fuck me, to make me cum, oh fuck it, Pete! I'm cumming. Pete, I’m cumming! Oh god, George, yes, fuck me. Oh shit! Again! I’m going to cum! Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, that's so good."
As her breathing slows to normal she whispers to me, "Fuck, I enjoyed that. George is very good at fucking me, but it was so much better that we were able to share. I think sharing being fucked with you is fun. Now, do you want me to practice with the big one tonight so we can share again?”
“Fuck Yes, Jess, practice will be good, and I will try and help you. It will be so good for you to cum on a bigger cock than me, or even George. Do you think you can do it? I mean, could you?”
"Pete, do you think I could use Kofi as I just did with George? Is that what you want, Pete? Is that what you’re asking of me? Is it what you want? Say it. tell me what you want me to do now. Do you want me to fuck Kofi? To try and get him in my mouth, just like she did? To be fucked as deep as she is now and to cum just like she did? I will try if you want me to.”
I’ve just cum. I’ve shot a huge load onto a tissue, but I’m not telling Jess that yet. I’m not going to ruin a good, hard fuck with Kofi tonight, not while I share her, so I’m keeping quiet about what I've done while I share it with Kofi.
"Yes, Jess, I really think that you should practice, so use your mouth to get it wet. Then try to take Kofi’s big black cock as deep as you can. Let Kofi fuck you like I can't. Please, Jess, I want you to fuck Kofi.”
I am hearing some very strange sounds now, for two or three minutes. Just a strange noise on my phone, like maybe just a bad signal, so I'm saying “Jess, Jess? Have you dropped the phone?”
“Phew, no, I was trying to get him in my mouth. I managed two inches, but it's just so big. Right now, I’ve put some lube on his cock. It feels really weird to want a big cock with lube but I think I’m wet enough, so here goes.”
All I can get and hear is an occasional oh, nngg, shit, and the like. I wish I could see her. Then I think she’s got out of bed. Were you maybe going to the loo? Then silence, maybe for a couple of minutes. I can hear, "Oh, that’s better. Yes, go on, Jess. Yes, you can do this, Jess. Pete, Pete, can you hear me? Right, I couldn’t get him in when I was lying down. Kofi is just too big. Then I thought, what If I straddle him like you did the first time you wanted me to fuck him, remember? Well, I tried it again. I held the ball's end on the bed, straddled him, and lined up his lovely big cock and lowered myself down onto it. So I did and got maybe two inches inside me. Fuck, it hurts quite a lot. So I’m just taking a quick rest and getting used to this bit. I’ll talk to you for a minute till it eases, then we’ll try again. Okay, phew, let’s go. Oh, holy fuck, ng, shit, and holy fuck, Kofi, why are you so fucking Oh shit! Phew! Sorry, got to ease up. Phew! Wait, Pete, I had nearly 4 inches but I got so full! I'm holding just the head in now. Trying again now."
"Oh, phew, that’s it, Kofi. Push harder! Oh Fuck, I think I'm going to cum! Fuck shit, Kofieee, Cumming, ssshit cummming!"
"No! Stop, no! Mmmm, Kofi, you bastard. Fuck, stay there. Just wait. Let me - you know - adjust."
"Peter, can you hear me? Did you just hear that? He’s made me cum three times in a row. I’ve soaked the bed. I slipped, got sort of weak, slid right down, and fuck it hurt. As I cried hard, I fell over. I’m now lying on my side on the bed. Kofi is still there. I have about 6" or maybe 7” of this wonderful cock in me right now. It hurt a bit but I orgasmed. I’m holding his big balls now. Peter, Kofi is going to fuck me again right now so I'm sorry, but can I call you tomorrow? It’s Sunday. I’ll call you first thing and tell you if he does, and I'll try to keep count. I love you! Bye!”
Click, Jess has gone. I came again when she said she was holding his big balls.
The following morning I had to head to Barcelona. I’d had a rough night. Lots of flashing dreams of Jess fucking Kofi. In the nightclub where she met him, in our hotel room, at our home, in his dorm with his roommates. Also in the pub, learning to play pool, naked on the pool table, in the park, fucking the wino after sucking his dirty, smelly cock. All of that mixed up with thoughts of me dressed just as Jess described. Wearing the red negligee, the hold-ups and make-up, but I’m there with Jess all the time in the club. She gets me to clean her up after Kofi fucked her in the nightclub dressed like that. Clean Jess up in the club, our hotel room, and Kofi’s dorm after he and his roomies had all fucked her.
In one dream Jess was being fucked in the dorm room by two of the black men and sucking another. They told me she's airtight. She had me keep the other cock hard until she had a hole vacant, then after, I had to clean them all and Jess just kept saying I was a good boy. In the pub, everyone saw that I was in a red nightie, just as Jess wanted.
Jess called me at lunchtime. I declined the call and 15 minutes later I had a text that just said, Call me. When I answered it I just sent ‘Working now. Tonight. XXX'.
I just couldn’t understand the mixed-up dreams. It's like a slowly revolving kaleidoscope. Until very recently, I’d never thought of a man, any man, black or white, in any sexual way, and although I thought several times that Jess deserved a bigger cock it was only in passing. Jess danced briefly for 3 or 4 dances with a black guy in Turkey and for 30 seconds, a minute, I got hard watching. But that was that for a couple of months. We then went to Manchester shopping and suddenly decided to go clubbing so Jess could blow off some steam, dance, and have a bit of fun. She dances with Kofi, just another black guy, only this guy a bit handsy, cupping her bum, feeling her tits. Jess laughed a lot, enjoying him, enjoying teasing him. I got hard a couple of times watching them. Later Jess was very wet, very horny, talking about his big cock. I had visions of Jess enjoying his big black cock. That’s when I started to fantasize about Jess and about her teasing men, which she loves doing. In my fantasy, it was only black men she teased, allowing them to grope her in public and have fun.
Then I bought her a 7” cock-like vibrator. She complained it was too big. I went away for a week and Jess is fucking herself with it. She even gave it a man's name. Then it’s George fucking her, or she is fucking him. On a couple of occasions, Jess chose him over me to fuck her. I just cleaned up after him. Because of the fantasy I have, plus her recent need for a bigger cock to fuck her, I bought Jess a big black cock. It’s dark brown, like an African cock, and it has a set of hanging balls that I imagine slapping her bum if she ever got it in her vagina. Once again she complained it was too big. At 10 inches it’s big, but 10 days later she's given it a known man’s name, Kofi. She’s taken Kofi’s cock well into her vagina, orgasmed several times being fucked by this big black cock, and has cut a phone call to me short so she could continue being fucked by Kofi all night.
Later, back in my hotel room after dinner, I’d shaved, showered, and now lay naked on my bed. I rang Jess, and the first thing she asked me was, “What happened at lunchtime? You should have been on a break. Anyway, my mother came around this morning to apologize for yesterday. I offered to make tea and we could talk. My back was turned as I made the tea, but I was talking to her about us when I realized she hadn't answered me. I turned around, and my mother was not there. she’s gone upstairs to the loo. I thought no more about it until she came back. She didn’t say very much so I carried on talking about how good we are together and how happy we are even though we’re sometimes apart and yes, I miss you. It’s lonely at times. I get lonely some nights but we speak on the phone, we video call occasionally, and we’re mostly ok.”
“Mom says I shouldn’t get that lonely. If you persist in working away for weeks on end, instead of doing like she has suggested to you before and getting a job here at home, in fact, she says that there is a job at her place of work, not in her office but two floors up in the same block. It’s a civil service job with a good pension at the end, it would mean, of course, you work your way up. You’d start at the bottom doing typing, writing reports and filing them, delivering internal mail, a general dogs body, and being at everyone’s beck and call, but she reckons it would be better for us. You’d work 8 to 5:30. It's suitable for you, being slight, since there's no heavy lifting. If the girls in our office, for instance, have a heavy parcel or a table, that sort of thing, if too heavy they just call down for Denzil. He’s a real nice guy, big, strong and manly looking, a lady's man, looks a bit like your postman too. So, you see, there’s always a big man around to help you. More importantly, you would be home by 6 p.m. each night, taking proper care of my needs, and then I wouldn’t need those toys in bed."
"Mom saying that meant she must have used our ensuite toilet instead of the guest bathroom. I suppose she was snooping and seeing them. I’d left George and Kofi on the bed. Pete, you realize that means Mom knows. She must have seen that huge black cock used on the bed. She'd know I've been fucking myself with a black cock. She had arrived before I had a chance to clean and put them away.”
I said, "It could have been worse. She could have arrived half an hour earlier when you were impaled on him. Rolling about having an intense orgasm or two, courtesy of a black cock.”
“How did you know about this morning? How'd you know I was fucking him before Mother arrived?
Last night was so intense. You know, I had the sucker part of it on the bed. I just held him up more or less straight, then straddled him and lowered myself very slowly down. I’d got the head just inside my lips. I waited, then an inch and an inch more. I lifted then I slid down, adding another inch, and I did the same again. I was maybe half full. It fucking hurt, you know, but I also kept wanting just a tiny bit more. I’m holding Kofi in one hand and you on the phone in the other. I’ve managed about 5 inches.
I was chuffed. I was holding at five", thinking, dare I? Or just settle for that this first time? Then other things were set in motion, happening rapidly together."
"My legs suddenly weaken, omygod my hand is slipping down! My hand slid down his cock, then I’m sinking further. He’s deeper still. I’m starting to cum then I’m falling sideways onto the bed. I’m having the most intense orgasm of my life, Kofi is up by my cervix, 7 inches of hard black cock, deeper than you’ve ever been. I feel so full, I’m wetting the bed. I roll over onto my back and pull my knees up, I have yet another orgasm when I try to take him out, slowly drawing maybe 4 inches out, then feel I need an inch or so pushed back in, pause then pull him back an inch, then another till just the heads in there. There’s that delicious feeling I'm going to cum again, all I need to achieve the coming orgasm is to let Kofi plunge right back in hard. That’s exactly what he does. Rams back right up to my cervix, again and again, hard and fast, it’s the longest orgasm of my life, just went on and on, until I began to tire.
If it had been Kofi, you know, the real man, I mean, I would have been so flooded with his cum, his balls emptying into my hot, horny pussy, fuck!
Right then I needed somebody, anybody to hold onto, to hug as I returned to earth. I wish you could have been there when it happened. It was so mind-blowing and you’d have loved cleaning up. Thank you, Pete, for the best night of my life ever. The reason I say that is after we ended the call after I’d gone to the bathroom and poured another drink. Oh yeah, get some wine on the way back. it’s cheaper there, yes?"
"Sorry. To continue, wine yeah, a short, like 10-minute rest, then he fucked me again. I lay on my back, and he slipped just inside me and waited till I’m thinking fuck me, Kofi, again he rammed right in, one hard fuck, and had me Cumming in under 5 minutes. Then later I woke up, Kofi was out of me but still gripped by my legs. I held him in both hands, I’m still amazed at the thickness, He nudges me, he touched my poor swollen vagina, and I had to let him fuck me once more. This fuck was thankfully slower, more sensual but just as deep. Up to my cervix, he likes it right up as far as it will go. He slowly bangs me, getting faster as I start to cum, and then I simply cream all over that wonderful ever-hard black cock."
"In the morning I'd overslept an hour but woke up feeling great. I just woke up feeling a bit raw. I went to the bathroom, washed, brushed my teeth, applied some skin cream, thought about taking a 5-mile run shortly, still naked went back to bed. Just thinking about last night made me a little horny. Seeing him just lying there, waiting to fuck me again, I obliged! Not so deeply, not so roughly. I just let him give me one more orgasm, which made 7 orgasms spread over 4 fuck sessions in 11 hours. All down to you, Pete, my loving, caring husband, who I love so very much.”
I only listened to Jess - I didn’t interrupt her at all - for 65 minutes. I came twice as she told me about her night alone. The first time was when she fell onto Kofi’s hard cock she wetted the bed, and I came. It seems I’ve become a dab hand at hands-free orgasms. The second time I masturbated to her fucking Kofi for the second time that evening, after she had cut me off. I did try to get it up again when Jess told me of this morning’s fuck session. She cums on a quickie, but I can’t get hard again. my little dick gives me minor sensations but stays soft at about 3 inches. But at least my beautiful, sexy wife is totally satisfied with my presents to her, namely George and Kofi. for now, Magic Man seems forgotten.
We spoke on the phone later that night, at nearly 11 pm, glad she hadn’t had an early night. Jess told me with some relief that her mother hadn’t seen Kofi.
"He was hidden by a fold in the bed cover. She had only seen George and I'm sure she's had one similar since *** left 15 years ago. She went mad on men for a few short years, then went off them, so I reckon she must have one. A woman has needs, you know. Nowadays mom only sees a chap called Ernest every couple of months. He stays overnight and is gone the next morning. She seems happy with that, even if only for a couple of days."
"I went to the chemist’s when I was on my run after school today and got something for the soreness. You know, I was a bit embarrassed telling her what I needed it for. I explained you’ve been working overseas and came back yesterday, and as you’re very well-endowed, this resulted in my being a bit raw. So I got some cream and advice for the rawness and had to buy some water-based lubricant she recommended."
"I'm hoping the soreness will be gone in 3 days when you’re back on Thursday. I’m looking forward to showing you the progress I’ve made with practice, both with George and Kofi. Hoping to have dinner at the Harvest Moon, then back here for the main course and dessert, with wine, in bed. Pity I must work Friday, but then a week off for me, half term. I wish you were off too. We could have gone away to somewhere warm and sunny, where nobody knows us, for a bit of naughty fun. We have an anniversary coming up. It could be a great celebration!"
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