There times when you make decisions knowing why you made them at the time but, with the passage of time one looks back, shakes their head and asks ‘What was I thinking?’ I am currently in that latter situation having been fully involved with the former.
My wife, Janice, was 26 years old, we’d been married four years. Janice is attractive with thick, shoulder length light brown hair, hazel eyes, is 5’4” tall with a sturdy, solid body that has all the right curves. Her breasts are a B-cup; full pear-shaped breasts with wide, soft pink nipples. Her ass is incredible – full and round and firm and her thighs are as full and smooth; she can wear a small two-piece swimsuit quite well and get her share of 2nd looks. Obviously not a center-fold, Janice remains a well-built, attractive woman.
My parents planned a month-long vacation and asked us to ‘house-sit’. It was a no brainer; my parents owned a big two-story house set off the main road with trees all over the property, and a large swimming pool surrounded by a high privacy fence. A big patio extended from the house to around the pool; access was thru a sliding glass door off the ****** room on the first floor. Janice and I decided we’d have a pool party, nothing large, just some selected friends and we’d enjoy ourselves immensely. Janice asked if she could invite a guy from work named Marc, a black guy she had a habit of flirting with. I knew all about Marc, had met him and enjoyed his company. He was a tall, athletic guy with very dark skin and enjoyed flirting back with Janice. I must confess at this point, I found it somewhat arousing that my wife was considered hot enough to flirt with and I enjoyed her flirting back. So when Janice asked if she could invite Marc, I had no problem.
It was a fun time, 4 other couples were there and we played in the pool, had plenty to eat and the alcohol flowed freely. Janice wore a very small black two-piece, made sure everyone was eating and drinking their fill and, flirting more with Marc. I couldn’t help but notice and wondered if anyone else was watching. Janice would move past the black man and graze her body against his, giving him a sly smile and a glance that lingered several seconds longer than was needed. M arc would hover around my wife and when his open hand moved across her round, plump ass, Janice would subtly wiggle her ass in his hand and then smile sensually at him over her shoulder. These little encounters went on during the pool party, at times when I was busy, Marc would accompany Janice to the kitchen to bring out more food or more drinks for everyone; at times it seemed they spent more than enough time in there alone but I said nothing, merely watching how they came back to the patio sharing a knowing smile and wink.
Dusk was approaching and a few folks were still in the pool splashing and laughing as some other huddles in pairs and talked loudly. I felt Janice nudge me and turned to see her sipping her rum and Coke, regarding me over the rim of the cup with smiling eyes. “You like seeing me and Marc flirting?” she asked quietly. I nodded and admitted I did. Janice slid her hand in mine and whispered clearly, “Would you be really pissed if he and I went inside and made out for a little?” I felt my mouth go dry and my heart begin to race. “Y-y-you want to?” I tried to sound calm. Janice bit her bottom lip and nodded almost shyly. “Yeah,” she said in a low voice. “I think I’d like it”. I shifted nervously and asked, “When?” Janice’s eyes narrowed slyly. “Like…now,” she whispered and squeezed my hand. “Nobody will miss us…and you keep them busy”. I swallowed hard and heard myself say, “Okay”. Janice leaned and kissed my cheek quickly. “Where should we go?” she asked and I told her to use the guest room on the first floor but make sure the shades were drawn. Janice squeezed my hand quickly and giggled. As she darted thru the sliding glass door I watched her motion quickly to Marc who stood at the outer edge of the patio. Without looking at me, Marc wandered to the door, stepped inside and closed it.
I later found out that Janice and Marc did, indeed, go to the guestroom, locking the door and closing the shades and began a fierce tongue kissing, tongue-sucking with Marc’s hands moving all over my wife’s round, firm asscheeks and finally, Janice pulling down her top to bare her tits for the black man to fondle, suck and kiss. They were gone almost 15 minutes and when Janice appeared first, her face was flushed and she had a glazed look in her eyes as she smiled weakly at me and walked past allowing me to see her ass wiggling in the swimsuit bottoms.
By mid-evening the last of the guests were packing up to leave. I stood on the patio with Janice and she leaned against me while sipping yet another rum and coke. “What would you say if I asked Marc to spend the night?” she asked in a husky voice. I looked at her and saw her smiling wickedly up at me. I couldn’t think straight, my head felt stuffed with cotton and I felt Janice pressing her body against me. “He can sleep in the guestroom,” she whispered. I nodded my approval as we moved off to shake hands with the last guests and wave as their car pulled down the driveway.
While Marc made himself comfortable in the guestroom, I was in the kitchen with Janice cleaning up. “You want to screw?” I asked, trying to make it sound offhand. Janice giggled softly. “Would you let me?” she asked, teasingly. “Maybe,” my tongue felt thick. “It’s obvious you got the hots for him”. Janice gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “I do,” she said, her voice husky again. I looked at her. “You’re not on birth control,” I reminded her and Janice giggled again, gave a sigh and shrugged. “I may even be in heat,” she whispered, using her favorite word for ovulating. Her comment sent a spasm thru my gut. “You okay with me getting screwed by a black guy when I’m in heat?” she teased gently, running her fingertips over my chest. “Wanna take the chance?” She knew she’d aroused me. “If you’re okay with it,” I finally said, “I am”.
We began turning the lights out and Janice turned to me, giving me a deep tongue kiss. “You sure you’re ready?” she asked, her eyes searching my face. I held her firm, round asscheeks in my hands and nodded. “Yes,” I told her. Janice grinned. “I’m going to go into Marc’s room now,” she said softly. “I don’t know how long I’ll be”. And with that wicked smile, she turned and walked slowly toward the guestroom. I saw the flood of light from the doorway as Janice opened the door. By now the rest of the house was dark and when a slender shaft of light remained shining from the doorway I realized she had not closed the door completely. Planned? Forgetfulness? I stood rooted in place wondering what to do next. Should I go upstairs to the bedroom we were using or… peek?
Peek. I moved cautiously around the corner to the doorway; it had been left open about two inches and I heard the tail end of Janice speaking to Marc “…went on up to bed. We’re alone”. Marc was sitting on the edge of the bed and Janice let her top slide, exposing her tit with rock hard nipples. Next she slipped a thumb into the sides of her bottoms and let them slip to the floor. Her nestled between her full, strong thighs was a cunt covered in a trimmed but curly mass of golden-brown hair. Marc stood and held her by the waist as they began tongue kissing wetly and loudly, slurping and sucking and groaning softly. Janice pushed his swimsuit down and I saw a massive black cock hanging between his thighs; it seemed 8-9 very thick inches of coal black meat with swollen balls hanging under the inky black shaft. Janice’s fingers curled around the cock and she began slowly pumping it as they continued french kissing. I had to feel my own cock.
Janice and Marc laid on the bed, her white hand continuing to pump up and down on his now very hard dick. She paused to gaze at the black log and slowly parted her thighs to allow Marc to begin fingering her pussy. Groaning, she turned back to kissing him again as her hips began slowly humping on his fingers. The slick, wet soppy sounds from Janice’s drenched cunt were plain to hear and I could even get an occasional scent of pussy in the air. My wife was whimpering and giving soft moans as she humped her pussy on the black man’s fingers. “Ready?” Marc asked and I saw Janice’s head nod and heard a weak, “Uh huh,” from her. Marc moved atop her and Janice opened her thighs wider, lifting her legs from the bed and bending them back as I saw Marc’s wide cockhead settle between the lips of Janice’s cunt.
Her hand reached to grip it, rubbing it up and down her slit before pushing it into the hole with a gasp and wrapping her arms around the black man’s neck. Marc’s cock began inching in…inching in…Janice’s hips moving and her ass churning to accept more, her pussy lips stretched wide around the girth of the coal-black meat until he was fully inserted and the enormous, inky-black ball sac rested against her upturned asscheeks. Janice hooked her legs behind Marc’s and the two began a slow, very deep, steady rhythm, fucking easily with no haste and rush. Janice’s pussy slurped and crackled with juice as the black cock pumped easily in and out of her hole; the pussy lips rolling in with each thrust and flaring out with each movement back. Each thrust brought a grunt and short gasp from Janice. “Fuck me, baby,” she hissed, tightening her arms around Marc’s neck. “Fuck it deep, I want it so bad”. Marc’s hands were gripping Janice’s round asscheeks, using it as leverage to drive deep. It became a steady rhythm of black cock pumping in and out of white pussy; juices were leaking down the crack of Janice’s ass to pool under her on the bed, her pussy lips were distended wide around the girth of the black dick. Janice was gasping, her breath was shallow and ragged and she squealed thru a massive climax; her body went rigid and her ass lifted off the bed. No sooner had she regained her breath than another massive orgasm made her body taut and she feverishly humped on the cock and tightened her arms around Marc’s neck.
“You want it?” Marc gasped and I heard my wife whimper. “Yes, give it all to me!” I watched Marc’s muscular black ass tense as he drove deep and realized her was squirting heavy streams of potent sperm deep in Janice’s pussy, so deep she shuddered and wailed. “Oh baby I feel it spurting on my egg. Oh god I feel all that seed to deep!” And around the juncture of black cock and white pussy, large sheets of semen squished and smeared Janice’s inner thighs as they finally came to rest with Marc still deep inside. They kissed deeply as Janice brought her legs down to rest on the bed. “Will you get pregnant?” Marc asked and my gut tightened. “I don’t know,” Janice replied in that husky voice. Marc chuckled. “Do you care?” he asked and Janice smiled lazily and shook her head. “Not at all she whispered.
I was so aroused I had cum in my swimsuit without touching my cock. I stood perfectly still wondering what might happen next and was rewarded by hearing Marc ask, “Do you need to go up to bed?” Janice gave a deep sigh, held the black man tight against her and began slowly rolling her hips. “No,” she said quickly, “I want to stay here. Fuck me again and let’s see what happens”.
I quietly moved from the doorway and made my way up the stairs wondering why it had seemed so hot for Janice to fuck the black guy but now I was wondering just what I had started.
My wife, Janice, was 26 years old, we’d been married four years. Janice is attractive with thick, shoulder length light brown hair, hazel eyes, is 5’4” tall with a sturdy, solid body that has all the right curves. Her breasts are a B-cup; full pear-shaped breasts with wide, soft pink nipples. Her ass is incredible – full and round and firm and her thighs are as full and smooth; she can wear a small two-piece swimsuit quite well and get her share of 2nd looks. Obviously not a center-fold, Janice remains a well-built, attractive woman.
My parents planned a month-long vacation and asked us to ‘house-sit’. It was a no brainer; my parents owned a big two-story house set off the main road with trees all over the property, and a large swimming pool surrounded by a high privacy fence. A big patio extended from the house to around the pool; access was thru a sliding glass door off the ****** room on the first floor. Janice and I decided we’d have a pool party, nothing large, just some selected friends and we’d enjoy ourselves immensely. Janice asked if she could invite a guy from work named Marc, a black guy she had a habit of flirting with. I knew all about Marc, had met him and enjoyed his company. He was a tall, athletic guy with very dark skin and enjoyed flirting back with Janice. I must confess at this point, I found it somewhat arousing that my wife was considered hot enough to flirt with and I enjoyed her flirting back. So when Janice asked if she could invite Marc, I had no problem.
It was a fun time, 4 other couples were there and we played in the pool, had plenty to eat and the alcohol flowed freely. Janice wore a very small black two-piece, made sure everyone was eating and drinking their fill and, flirting more with Marc. I couldn’t help but notice and wondered if anyone else was watching. Janice would move past the black man and graze her body against his, giving him a sly smile and a glance that lingered several seconds longer than was needed. M arc would hover around my wife and when his open hand moved across her round, plump ass, Janice would subtly wiggle her ass in his hand and then smile sensually at him over her shoulder. These little encounters went on during the pool party, at times when I was busy, Marc would accompany Janice to the kitchen to bring out more food or more drinks for everyone; at times it seemed they spent more than enough time in there alone but I said nothing, merely watching how they came back to the patio sharing a knowing smile and wink.
Dusk was approaching and a few folks were still in the pool splashing and laughing as some other huddles in pairs and talked loudly. I felt Janice nudge me and turned to see her sipping her rum and Coke, regarding me over the rim of the cup with smiling eyes. “You like seeing me and Marc flirting?” she asked quietly. I nodded and admitted I did. Janice slid her hand in mine and whispered clearly, “Would you be really pissed if he and I went inside and made out for a little?” I felt my mouth go dry and my heart begin to race. “Y-y-you want to?” I tried to sound calm. Janice bit her bottom lip and nodded almost shyly. “Yeah,” she said in a low voice. “I think I’d like it”. I shifted nervously and asked, “When?” Janice’s eyes narrowed slyly. “Like…now,” she whispered and squeezed my hand. “Nobody will miss us…and you keep them busy”. I swallowed hard and heard myself say, “Okay”. Janice leaned and kissed my cheek quickly. “Where should we go?” she asked and I told her to use the guest room on the first floor but make sure the shades were drawn. Janice squeezed my hand quickly and giggled. As she darted thru the sliding glass door I watched her motion quickly to Marc who stood at the outer edge of the patio. Without looking at me, Marc wandered to the door, stepped inside and closed it.
I later found out that Janice and Marc did, indeed, go to the guestroom, locking the door and closing the shades and began a fierce tongue kissing, tongue-sucking with Marc’s hands moving all over my wife’s round, firm asscheeks and finally, Janice pulling down her top to bare her tits for the black man to fondle, suck and kiss. They were gone almost 15 minutes and when Janice appeared first, her face was flushed and she had a glazed look in her eyes as she smiled weakly at me and walked past allowing me to see her ass wiggling in the swimsuit bottoms.
By mid-evening the last of the guests were packing up to leave. I stood on the patio with Janice and she leaned against me while sipping yet another rum and coke. “What would you say if I asked Marc to spend the night?” she asked in a husky voice. I looked at her and saw her smiling wickedly up at me. I couldn’t think straight, my head felt stuffed with cotton and I felt Janice pressing her body against me. “He can sleep in the guestroom,” she whispered. I nodded my approval as we moved off to shake hands with the last guests and wave as their car pulled down the driveway.
While Marc made himself comfortable in the guestroom, I was in the kitchen with Janice cleaning up. “You want to screw?” I asked, trying to make it sound offhand. Janice giggled softly. “Would you let me?” she asked, teasingly. “Maybe,” my tongue felt thick. “It’s obvious you got the hots for him”. Janice gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “I do,” she said, her voice husky again. I looked at her. “You’re not on birth control,” I reminded her and Janice giggled again, gave a sigh and shrugged. “I may even be in heat,” she whispered, using her favorite word for ovulating. Her comment sent a spasm thru my gut. “You okay with me getting screwed by a black guy when I’m in heat?” she teased gently, running her fingertips over my chest. “Wanna take the chance?” She knew she’d aroused me. “If you’re okay with it,” I finally said, “I am”.
We began turning the lights out and Janice turned to me, giving me a deep tongue kiss. “You sure you’re ready?” she asked, her eyes searching my face. I held her firm, round asscheeks in my hands and nodded. “Yes,” I told her. Janice grinned. “I’m going to go into Marc’s room now,” she said softly. “I don’t know how long I’ll be”. And with that wicked smile, she turned and walked slowly toward the guestroom. I saw the flood of light from the doorway as Janice opened the door. By now the rest of the house was dark and when a slender shaft of light remained shining from the doorway I realized she had not closed the door completely. Planned? Forgetfulness? I stood rooted in place wondering what to do next. Should I go upstairs to the bedroom we were using or… peek?
Peek. I moved cautiously around the corner to the doorway; it had been left open about two inches and I heard the tail end of Janice speaking to Marc “…went on up to bed. We’re alone”. Marc was sitting on the edge of the bed and Janice let her top slide, exposing her tit with rock hard nipples. Next she slipped a thumb into the sides of her bottoms and let them slip to the floor. Her nestled between her full, strong thighs was a cunt covered in a trimmed but curly mass of golden-brown hair. Marc stood and held her by the waist as they began tongue kissing wetly and loudly, slurping and sucking and groaning softly. Janice pushed his swimsuit down and I saw a massive black cock hanging between his thighs; it seemed 8-9 very thick inches of coal black meat with swollen balls hanging under the inky black shaft. Janice’s fingers curled around the cock and she began slowly pumping it as they continued french kissing. I had to feel my own cock.
Janice and Marc laid on the bed, her white hand continuing to pump up and down on his now very hard dick. She paused to gaze at the black log and slowly parted her thighs to allow Marc to begin fingering her pussy. Groaning, she turned back to kissing him again as her hips began slowly humping on his fingers. The slick, wet soppy sounds from Janice’s drenched cunt were plain to hear and I could even get an occasional scent of pussy in the air. My wife was whimpering and giving soft moans as she humped her pussy on the black man’s fingers. “Ready?” Marc asked and I saw Janice’s head nod and heard a weak, “Uh huh,” from her. Marc moved atop her and Janice opened her thighs wider, lifting her legs from the bed and bending them back as I saw Marc’s wide cockhead settle between the lips of Janice’s cunt.
Her hand reached to grip it, rubbing it up and down her slit before pushing it into the hole with a gasp and wrapping her arms around the black man’s neck. Marc’s cock began inching in…inching in…Janice’s hips moving and her ass churning to accept more, her pussy lips stretched wide around the girth of the coal-black meat until he was fully inserted and the enormous, inky-black ball sac rested against her upturned asscheeks. Janice hooked her legs behind Marc’s and the two began a slow, very deep, steady rhythm, fucking easily with no haste and rush. Janice’s pussy slurped and crackled with juice as the black cock pumped easily in and out of her hole; the pussy lips rolling in with each thrust and flaring out with each movement back. Each thrust brought a grunt and short gasp from Janice. “Fuck me, baby,” she hissed, tightening her arms around Marc’s neck. “Fuck it deep, I want it so bad”. Marc’s hands were gripping Janice’s round asscheeks, using it as leverage to drive deep. It became a steady rhythm of black cock pumping in and out of white pussy; juices were leaking down the crack of Janice’s ass to pool under her on the bed, her pussy lips were distended wide around the girth of the black dick. Janice was gasping, her breath was shallow and ragged and she squealed thru a massive climax; her body went rigid and her ass lifted off the bed. No sooner had she regained her breath than another massive orgasm made her body taut and she feverishly humped on the cock and tightened her arms around Marc’s neck.
“You want it?” Marc gasped and I heard my wife whimper. “Yes, give it all to me!” I watched Marc’s muscular black ass tense as he drove deep and realized her was squirting heavy streams of potent sperm deep in Janice’s pussy, so deep she shuddered and wailed. “Oh baby I feel it spurting on my egg. Oh god I feel all that seed to deep!” And around the juncture of black cock and white pussy, large sheets of semen squished and smeared Janice’s inner thighs as they finally came to rest with Marc still deep inside. They kissed deeply as Janice brought her legs down to rest on the bed. “Will you get pregnant?” Marc asked and my gut tightened. “I don’t know,” Janice replied in that husky voice. Marc chuckled. “Do you care?” he asked and Janice smiled lazily and shook her head. “Not at all she whispered.
I was so aroused I had cum in my swimsuit without touching my cock. I stood perfectly still wondering what might happen next and was rewarded by hearing Marc ask, “Do you need to go up to bed?” Janice gave a deep sigh, held the black man tight against her and began slowly rolling her hips. “No,” she said quickly, “I want to stay here. Fuck me again and let’s see what happens”.
I quietly moved from the doorway and made my way up the stairs wondering why it had seemed so hot for Janice to fuck the black guy but now I was wondering just what I had started.
