I guess I should have been aware that our sex life was in trouble for a long time, but I guess I just never thought about it. My wife Joyce and I had been married for a little over twenty years and sure, for at least the past five years, or probably even more, our sex life was pretty much non-existent. The truth is that even before that period of time, maybe even from the time that we were first married, we'd go weeks, even months without having sex and when we did, I think that I knew that it wasn't really very good for her and that was why she didn't show any interest in it.
I don't want you to get me wrong. I thought then and still do feel that any sex is good to me, but I knew that I was not pleasing Joyce and I understood why. What fun is it for any woman to just have a man slide his dick inside of your pussy and only take a couple of strokes before prematurely shooting his load? I knew that I was a premature ejaculator and I tried all sorts of things, numbing creams, exercises designed especially for men with problems like mine, but nothing worked. It was hard on me too to know that there was no way that the sex was enjoyable for your wife and it finally reached the point that we both pretty much totally ignored each other when it came to sex.
I guess I should begin by telling you a little about us. I'm Barry and I'm 45 and my wife, Joyce, is 37. I already told you that we've been married for a little over twenty years with me asking Joyce to marry me when she was only 17 and I was 25. Joyce came from a troubled ****** and so she was quick to accept my proposal to get away from her situation at home, but now we 're not spring chickens anymore.
I had always had good jobs and Joyce would readily tell anyone that would listen about what a great provider I was. That was until about a year ago when the company that I had worked for since I had graduated from high school folded and I found myself out of a job for the very first time in our married life. It was very hard and for whatever reason, age, lack of formal education, depression or what, I could not find a job. Joyce had gone to a business school after we were married but only worked a couple of years before the company she was working for relocated out of state. With me having such a difficult time finding a job, Joyce decided that she should go back to work and it wasn't very long after she started looking, that she landed a very good job as an executive secretary to the President of a small engineering company. Joyce leaves early in the morning to go to work, leaving me home with a lot of time on my hands. I don't know when or how it started but it was long before I lost my job and Joyce started working, and at some point, I found myself getting on the computer and going to the internet porn sites and reading stories and looking at pictures and jacking off and it seemed like I found that I liked it and before long, it seemed that it was even more pleasurable than when I used to have sex with my wife, especially knowing full well that it was obvious that she didn't enjoy normal sex with me and the fact that I knew that I couldn't really provide her with the pleasure she deserved.
I may as well tell you a little more about her. As I said before, her name is Joyce and she is a pretty blond (colored and not natural hair) with stunning yellow green eyes. I have always found her attractive but some might find her a little too full bodied, and maybe even a bit on the plump side, but I've never minded that at all and I know that there are other men out there that also find her attractive. Sure, her hips and ass carry some extra padding, but they carry it well and she also has a little bit of a belly protrusion in the front, but the whole package on her looks very good. At a 38C cup, her breasts are nice and round , and her nipples are nice and big. I remember that they used to be very responsive and it would only take one touch and they would practically tear their way through her bra, but as I've already said, I don't get to touch them much anymore. Joyce has always been a fanatic about her looks and cleanliness. She showers every morning before work. Joyce had always trimmed her pussy hair but has always kept a very little patch of hair above her pussy. Again, I remember that her pussy lips were always tight and buttery smooth to the touch and it's always been that way for as long as I can remember. I can still remember getting my hands into her panties for the first time, and being so turned on by how soft and smooth her pussy was and my favorite thing was always to eat her pussy and bring her to numerous orgasms that way! As I tell you this, I also remember that I haven't done that for several years now.
Another thing that I guess I should admit, is that I know that the problem with our sex life is mine and mine alone. I've already told you that I'm a premature ejaculator, but the other thing that I have to confess is that I've also always know that I'm on the "under endowed side" with a pretty small little dick (about 4 and a half inches and that's when it's hard) and with such a little dick, I've never been able to bring her of any other woman to an orgasm just by fucking, but in the days when we did have what I considered a somewhat real sex life, I was always more than willing and able to satisfy her with my tongue and for a lot of our married years, that seemed to be enough to at least keep her interested enough to go along with it when I attempted sex with her, but for some strange reason, once I fell into the habit of jerking off to internet porn, I decided that was an easier way to get my pleasure than to go through the work of satisfying her sexually with my tongue. I guess that's what happens when they say someone is hooked on porn!
Over dinner about six months ago, Joyce informed me that the company that she worked for was going through some financial problems and that her boss had called her in and explained that in order to make up for it and to try to get more business, he wanted her to begin to work late maybe one or two nights a week to be able to help them get proposals and statements out faster. She said that she had told her boss that she would have to talk it over with me and see what I said since it would mean that I would have to get my own dinners and be alone until later in the evenings. Given the shape of the economy and things, coupled with the fact that I still hadn't found a job, I told her that what he asked her to do made a lot of sense. She told me that she didn't really feel that it would be that often and then she told me that she was glad that I understood because her boss told her that she was a vital part of the team, and that unfortunately, it would not result in her bringing home more money right now since the company couldn't afford it and she added that everyone that was being asked to do more, also would not be getting any additional pay but that the boss told her that he hoped that they could make it up later on down the road in some form of a bonus but told her that there was no guarantee that she would get anything for her work other than helping to insure job security not only for herself but for the others too.
I told her that I felt that it was important for her to contribute like the others and told her that I certainly would survive her working late on or two nights a week for a short time if that was what it took for her to keep her job. It was about the same time that she told me about working late that I noticed that my wife had begun to buy several new outfits of clothing to wear to work. Don't get me wrong, most of the clothes weren't overly provocative by any means, but they were a lot different than those she had worn in the past. My wife had always worn dresses that extended below the knees in length, and now I noticed that the new clothes that she began to buy were a lot shorter, not miniskirts mind you, but they were now well above the knee and hit just below mid thigh and that was certainly a lot more skin for my wife to show that I had ever seen before. I also noticed that she had begin to opt for wearing tighter fitting and lower cut blouses too, again, not too tight, but tight enough to certainly accentuate her figure. The change might not have been noticed or considered substantial for most other people, but this was quite a change for my previously very conservative and somewhat prudish wife and I certainly took notice. The other most significant change was to sexier undergarments. Gone were the generic colored beige or white panties of the past. She was now wearing, sexy, lacy and colored thongs and bikini cut panties. Her bras were also lacy and lightly padded and cut to push up and accentuate her breasts and most of the bras were matched sets that went with whatever panties she chose. I noticed that she had even quit wearing pantyhose and began wearing thigh high hosiery instead. I didn't say anything about it initially, but finally when I told her that I like the new look, she said she was happy that I noticed and said that she hoped that I wouldn't be mad that she had spent some money to buy the new clothing and said that the new clothes and lingerie not only made her feel better about herself, but they also made her feel younger.
True to her word, the very next week, Joyce came home from work late two nights that week, calling me in the early afternoon and telling me that she had to work late. Don't get me wrong, when I say "late" it wasn't much beyond 9:30 or 10:00pm, but still that was very late for someone who previously had always been home no later than 5:00 or 5:30pm. This happened again the next week and then the week after that. I also began to notice that on the days that she would work late, was when she seemed to wear her sexiest new outfits and also that on the evenings when Joyce would come home late, she would always be in a hurry to get upstairs, telling me how tired she was and then she would go straight upstairs and I would hear her shower right away, brush her teeth, and then once she changed into her long pajamas, she would come back downstairs, to kiss me goodnight, and then go back up to bed.
This routine quickly became the normal pattern only now it seemed that she was working late three and sometimes even four nights a week and again, always when she was wearing her new and sexier outfits than on the days that she didn't work late and came home at regular time. I'm not even sure exactly why, but I found myself beginning to get suspicious and after it became a weekly thing, with her not coming home until late three and sometimes even four nights a week every week for nearly 5 months, my suspicious thoughts finally got the best of me. I kept telling myself that I was just imagining the coincidences, such as dressing sexy on the nights she came home late, and coming in and going straight upstairs and showering and brushing her teeth before kissing me, and I knew that I had to find out for sure just what was going on and so I decided to stake out her building at work and see what I could find out. On the next day that she called to tell me that she would be working late, I drove to a parking lot that sat across the street from her office. I had parked in the rear of the lot and had brought binoculars with me. After surveying the lot, I saw her car and felt relieved to know that she was still there. I continued to wait until it was almost 6:30 which I knew was well after her normal quitting time and she hadn't come out, and I started to think that I was a fool to suspect that it was anything other than what she said, however, something inside of me told me I should continue to wait until I saw her come out and leave and so I stayed in my hidden position and watched. When 7:30 came, all of the other cars in the parking lot had left and most of the lights were out inside of the building and I was beginning to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I continued to wait, hoping, wanting, to see her walk out of the building but nothing! I continued to wait and the entire time, I still fully expected to see her come out the office at any minute since her car was still sitting there, all alone now. I didn't even care that it would prove just how stupid I was for doubting her and wasting an evening watching and waiting.
At approximately 9:10, I could hear (and feel), the thump of deep bass rap music coming from a vehicle somewhere nearby. I looked up just in time to see a late model Cadillac pull into her companies parking lot. It was black with huge chrome wheels and low profile tires and the windows were completely tinted black so you couldn't see inside. The music was still blaring as the car whipped into the lot and backed into a space right next to my wife's car. I was a little fearful for my wife's safety and was hoping that she wouldn't come out of her building just then and I could only watch as the car sat there for another 5 or 10 minutes as the music continued to thump and crank and it seemed as though the car actually shook a little while parked there. Suddenly the music stopped and I watched as the driver door opened and I saw a man get out. Through the binoculars, I could see that he was a very large and tall black man and he walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. His hair was in very tight corn rolls, he wore a goatee, but he was dressed to the nines, looking very sharp. I guessed that he must have been around 6'4" or 6'5", and if he wasn't, he could easily pass for a pro athlete.
Now, all of this still meant nothing to me until the passenger door opened and I saw the black man hold his hand out and a lady, that I immediately recognized as my wife, took his hand and got out. She seemed to be pulling her dress down and straightening her clothing and I saw him shut the door and place his hands on my wife's hips and squeezing her ass. I couldn't believe my eyes! Right then, they were standing so that her back was to me and I watched as he bent down as she went to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed and it was a long deep kiss, and I thought that through the binoculars I could even see their tongue's swapping and I knew there was no way this was simply a "goodnight peck from a friend". That was it. I was devastated. I was sick to my stomach, I was enraged, and yet, I couldn't stop watching and all the emotions you might expect came forth. As I continued to watch, he opened the door to her car for her and she climbed in and then he gave her one more quick kiss and shut her door.
At this point, I was out of control and almost a raging lunatic. I quickly pulled out of the back entrance to the parking lot across the street and drove like a maniac as I raced to beat her home. On the drive I thought of all that I might say or do. How I'd challenge her immediately when she walked in and call her a nigger loving whore and a cheat. How could she be doing this to me for the past five months, me, her husband of over 20 years? I was successful at beating her home, and I hurried inside and turned on the television and tried to act as if it were any other normal night that she had been coming home after working late. When she got home and came in the door, I found that I didn't have the nerve to challenge her and instead, I didn't say a word. I don't know why, but I couldn't do it. She was pleasant, said she was exhausted, went upstairs and ran through her normal routine: take a shower, brush her teeth, put on her pajamas, come back downstairs give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then go off to bed.
After she had gone upstairs, and as I sat downstairs, it all hit me and I couldn't help myself. I let the emotions run. I sobbed at first and then I cried hard, having to stifle my cries because I didn't want to awaken her and have to discuss the reason for my tears. Finally, after a couple of hours, I went upstairs. My wife was in bed and sleeping very soundly. I went over and looked at her. She looked so sweet and innocent, just like the girl I had married, but I knew that wasn't the situation. I bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered "I love you Joyce". She seemed to be still asleep, but she purred very gently and smiled softly and whispered "I love you too Barry!" and went right back to sleeping if she had ever really awakened.
At this point I was still looking for and hoping for some logical explanation. I told myself that it couldn't have been what I had built it up to be in my head. I decided to brush my own teeth and go to bed, telling myself that it would all be okay in the morning even though I knew it wouldn't. I went into our bathroom and began to brush my teeth. As I stood there brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, I noticed the reflection of her clothes hamper and the lights went off in my head. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and walked over to the hamper. I opened it nervously and inside, of course were the clothes from that evening. I reached in and quickly found her panties. They were a pair of black, lacy "bikinis". My hands were literally shaking as I pulled them out. I carefully opened them so I could see inside and there it was, a very very damp and soaked, milky looking area right in the crotch. I was heart sick. I lifted them up to take a closer look and, I still don't know what came over me, but I moved the crotch even closer to my nose and I inhaled deeply. The smell was strong.... and I could smell my wife's pussy, the pussy that I used to eat to bring her to orgasm, but that wasn't all I could smell.
Mixed with her scent was the unmistakable muskiness of cum! I've jacked off enough and been to enough adult bookstore peep show booths to recognize the unique scent of male cum. I inhaled again. The scents blended and my world was spinning around me, but there was something else happening too. I realized that I had a raging hard-on and it was of the variety I hadn't had since I was 20. My little dick was sticking straight out and it was ready to burst. I quickly went to sit on the toilet and began jacking off and as I did so, I turned the panties inside out and laid the crotch over my nose and mouth as I stroked. My fist pumped violently up and down my shaft as I smelled the black man's cum mixed with my own wife's juices and then I did something else that I can't explain. I let my tongue snake out every so lightly to taste the mixture of his nigger seed with my wife's juices. The taste was excitingly different, and not at all bitter or revolting. I started to lap harder and faster, taking more and more of it on my tongue and into my mouth. I couldn't believe it. My wife had cheated on me with a black man and here I was licking his cum off of the crotch of her panties while I jacked my own little dick off and the fact was that I was enjoying it! In my head, I could see his big black cock sliding in and out of her smooth pussy, the stretched open lips of her pussy clinging tightly to it, holding on every time it slid in and out. All of a sudden, my little dick exploded. My cum shot at least 4 feet to the middle of the bathroom floor and several more jets followed the first. The intensity of my orgasm, along with the quantity of my cum amazed me. I didn't remember my dick ever shooting off like that before, ever and it didn't soften either. I stroked it to two more orgasms while continuing to lick and suck at the crotch of my wife's panties until I couldn't cum any more. I took one last sniff of my wife's panties and then put them back in the bottom of the hamper where I found them and then I went downstairs and slept on the couch.
My wife woke me up the next morning. I told her I'd fallen asleep watching TV and when I woke it was only long enough to switch off the set and fall back asleep where I was. She said that she must have been dreaming but she thought for sure I had come to bed and kissed her in the middle of the night. Before she could say any more, I heard her voice get louder as she said "Look at that Barry" as she was pointing to my hard erection sticking out of my pants. My little dick was rock hard and I reached out and tried to rub her pussy through her pajamas and while she purred a little, she said "Don't start that now Barry! I don't have the time". Then she reached over, squeezed my hardness, then went upstairs and got ready for work. As she left, she told me she had another late night planned for that evening.
I spent the rest of the day wondering who the fuck this black dude was? Who is this guy fucking my wife, kissing her, probably sucking her tits, while I'm having to stay at home, make my own dinner and jack off? The fact that I'd been jacking off instead of enjoying my wife's favors for a long time, didn't matter now. I could only think about the fact that my wife was ignoring me for her new black lover! I decided to stake out her office again. She said it was going to be another late night and I decided that I was going to see if she met him again tonight. I left for the parking lot across from her office again and I got there and found a parking spot with a view and waited. Again I watched as everyone left the building and the parking lot emptied out and her car remained in the parking lot. There were no lights on in the building this time so there was no doubt that she was in there or that she had told the truth that she really had to work late tonight. I sat for a long time and again a little after 9:00 a car pulled in the lot. It wasn't the Cadillac this time. The car that pulled into the lot this time was an older model Ford, several years old and in pretty bad shape. It was a real piece of crap. Again, the Ford pulled over next to my wife's car and it only sat there for just a few seconds before I saw my wife climb out of the passenger side door. This time, it was her that walked around to the driver's side and I watched as the window came down. This was a different black man! I could see that he was sitting very low down in the seat, and he appeared to be a much heavier and fatter man than the guy she was with the night before. As I watched, I saw my wife bend down and kiss him deeply through the car window and as she did that, I could see through the binoculars that his big black hands reached out and cupped her breasts and she did nothing to even try to push them away.
That was it. I'd seen enough. I backed my car out of the lot and raced home as I'd done last night and again, I was sick to my stomach. And again, very angry. Again, I thought that I was ready to confront her the moment she got home and again, I didn't have the nerve to do it. She went through the same usual routine, telling me how tired she was, going right upstairs to shower, brushing her teeth same as last night only this time I heard her gargle with mouthwash, before she slipped on her pajamas and came down and kissed me goodnight and went back up to bed. After I thought that enough time had passed for her to be asleep, I again went up to our bathroom, closed and locked the door and opened her clothes hamper. It took only seconds to find her panties from the evening. They were a deep lavender color, and the front was completely sheer. There was no doubt that her whoreish pussy had been clearly visible to her lover through them. The back side was cut full and made of a material that felt a little like silk and very smooth. When I finally turned them around, I could see that the entire crotch was covered with what appeared to be thick heavy cum tonight. All I could think of was that this black guy must've cum a massive amount, or had probably filled her married white cunt more than once. I hadn't touched myself but my little dick was rock hard again. Just as I had done last night, I quickly turned the panties inside out so that the cum covered crotch was facing me and again, I sniffed at her scent mixed with the aroma of all the fresh sperm that I knew wasn't mine and again, I became aroused beyond belief and I quickly began to lap at the juices with my tongue, taking more and more of it into my mouth until it coated nearly every bit with its thick, erotic taste! Again, I brought myself off to thoughts of her white body rubbing against his big black body, and their passionate kisses, and of course, images of his big black cock traveling into the deepest recesses of my wife's pussy and filling her with his cum over and over again, and then his seed leaking into the crotch of her sexy panties for me to find, inhale, and consume. After licking every drop that I could get off of them and taking that final whiff, I put her panties back in the hamper, took a washcloth and wiped myself clean, I went in and crawled into bed beside her. My mind kept seeing the images of a big black cock fucking her mouth and her pussy all night long and I had a really hard time sleeping.
This scenario continued with her getting home after "working late" at least three nights a week, and even a fourth night some weeks for several more weeks. Of course, during that time, I continued my "spying" and not only did I see her meet with the black guys with the original Cadillac and Ford, but also a black guy in a Chrysler 300, another one with a different Cadillac, several Lexus vehicles, a BMW, and several other combinations. During that time, I saw my wife with a total of eleven different black men, all who I knew through my panty sniffing and cum eating tests, proved to be fucking my wife. Outside of the fact that all of the men were black, there was no similarity. They were practically all of different body types and ages, a couple of them were pretty old and grey, some were heavy set and even on the fat side, another looked to be in his early 20's and well built, and there were a few that looked to be pretty athlete, and then there were some that looked like thugs and a few others that were just non-descript black men. Based on the different types of cars they drove and the way they dressed, they all seemed to be from different social and economic backgrounds but the one thing that they all had in common was that they were fucking my wife, and the fact that they were all very dark skinned black men.
I was jacking off more than ever now. I'd stroke out to my mind's image of my wife with her black lovers at every opportunity. I was possessed by my thoughts and practically became a slave to my own erections and of course, my imagination continued to be fueled by the sight, smell, and taste of all of the fresh cum in my wife's panties. I became obsessed with eating the cum out of her panties every time she returned home and it seemed like I couldn't get enough. One night, I decided not to go and watch her return back to her car with her black lovers . Instead, I waited at home for her this time. My thinking was that if I didn't go, maybe I'd have the courage to confront her when she got home and I'd tell her that I knew what was going on and demand that she pack her bags and get the hell out as soon as possible! There was only one problem with that plan however and that was the fact that I knew that I was still completely and totally in love with her. In fact, since I'd discovered her dirty little secret, I think that I had fallen even deeper in lust with her as well and I knew deep down inside that I really didn't want to lose her. If I confronted her angrily, what if she decided to go ahead and leave? I'd have nothing. So I simply waited at home, knowing that at this very moment she may very well be sucking a big black cock or lying under some black stud as he fucked her with his big black cock. Hell, she could possibly even be sucking one black cock while another skewered her pussy.
Deep inside, I knew that my little dick and inability to satisfy and give her the pleasure that she deserved, was to blame for her infidelity! So how could I ever blame her!
It was a little after 9 o'clock, when she came through the door that night, pretty much right on time, I thought. She was pleasant and had a big smile on her face but this time, when she began to head to the stairs, I arose and cut her off. "Hey there sweetheart" I said, "you've been working way too hard lately and I hate to see you wearing yourself out so much!". I moved in to hug her as I said it, and by the way I felt her body stiffen, it was obvious that she was trying to avoid me, but couldn't. I pulled her to me and hugged her really tight and as she hugged me back I inhaled deeply through my nose and could detect the faint odor of another man's cheap after shave or cologne on her. "You know Joyce, it's been so long since we've been together that I've decided that I'm going to take you upstairs and show you just how much I love you tonight" I said.
I felt her stiffen again and she quickly tried to make an excuse and beg out of it, telling me that she had a headache and felt really tired. Of course I knew that the real reason was because she was afraid that I'd most surely find out about her infidelity, but I would hear nothing of it. I told her that I wanted...no, that I really needed to make love to her and show her just how much I was still head over heels in love with her. Her voice stammered as she told me that I didn't have to do that, especially not tonight, and that she knew that I loved her. I could almost see the wheels moving in her mind as she tried to think of some way to stop me, as I led her up the stairs and to our bedroom. I moved her over near the bed and pulled her tightly to me and leaned down to kiss her again. When our kiss broke, I pulled back slightly and told her how beautiful she looked to me and how much I loved her.
She looked confused but she managed to say "I love you too." and as she did, I thought that I could smell the odor of cock and cum on her breath. This time, she hadn't had time to brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash and instead, I found it somewhat rank and maybe even acrid smelling but I didn't mind at all, and as a matter of fact, it just seemed to excite me even more. I moved in again to kiss her deeply and as my tongue moved inside her mouth, I thought I detected a faint saltiness, and I told myself that this was from the trace of the black man's cum that was still in her mouth.
It was obvious to me that Joyce's heart wasn't into it as I kissed her again and again. I could tell she was very uncomfortable with the situation and was trying to come up with some way to stop it before it went any further. All I knew was that even though her heart may not have been into it, mine certainly was and my little dick was rock hard. As I began unbuttoning her blouse, she tried to pull away but I held her tight with my right arm around her waist and kissed her again deeply while my left hand, I opened the buttons of her blouse. It was tucked in at the waist and when I finally got the buttons open, I slid my hand inside and was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing a bra! Her nipples hardened instantly when my palm rubbed across them and I moaned softly at finding her bra-less and said "What? No bra?" I asked.
Joyce's voice was almost a whisper as she told me that the one she wore to the office today was too tight and had been uncomfortable, and she said that she had removed it once she was alone at the office. All lies, I knew but none the less, I went along with it. "Very sexy Joyce! I like it!" I replied, as I continued to softly knead her right breast and nipple and felt the nipple harden in response.
I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned the last two buttons, and watched as her blouse fell open. Her breasts looked amazing to me and as I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, I saw the unmistakable marks on her breasts where her lover had obviously been earlier and heard Joyce let out a soft gasp. I'm not sure if the gasp was a reaction to having her nipple sucked or in fear of being found out, but my guess is that it was the latter. As I sucked her hardening nipple, I could see clearly that on several places on her breast that I was sucking, and on the other one as well as her chest, and near her collar bone and even slightly on her neck, there were not only small bite marks, but there also appeared to be a dried residue. It was faint, but I could see that it had a hard yet fragile, almost crystalline texture. I recognized it as dried cum because I'd seen it on my own stomach in places I'd failed to clean up, many of the mornings after jacking off. I couldn't believe it. My wife's breath smelled, even tasted of cock and sperm and there I could also see the dried cum on her tits and chest and other places. In all the years I was married to her, I'd never realized she had this inner slut waiting to get out, but it must have been there and I realized that she'd clearly been the target for, and swallowed, another man's cum this very night before coming home to me.
I was careful not to let her see any reaction on my part that would tip her off that I'd seen the cum or had a clue to what had gone on and I simply continued working my mouth on her nipple and breast, and then gently changed to soft, tonguing kisses as I moved up her chest. As I went, I worked my mouth over the dried cum and tongued it into my mouth, trying to revive its flavor. I raised my head and kissed her again and as I did, I released the button on the back of her skirt, and slid the zipper down. I knew that it was now or never for her to try and stop me and she reacted as I expected, trying hard to push herself away from me as she said "Please....please stop Barry! I've been working all day and late tonight and I'm tired and besides, I really don't feel clean enough for this. Can't I at least take a shower first?". As soon as she finished the sentence, I let go of the skirt, and it slid down her legs to the floor and I said "Joyce, don't worry........ It's okay. I love you exactly the way you are right now, this very moment and I NEED you just the way that you are at this very moment. I need to show you just how much I really love you!"
She was standing in front of me now with her blouse unbuttoned and open, bra-less with her tits hanging out, and with her skirt down around her ankles. I moved my hands to her blouse, and pushed it over her shoulders to join the skirt on the floor at her ankles. I looked down her body. She was nude now except for the lacy red bikini panties, and her thigh high stockings. She was also shoeless at this point too, but I can't say when she got rid of them. Maybe she came in without them on. I just couldn't remember. When I looked at her face again, now she had her eyes closed tightly. She looked amazing to me as she was just standing there and I thought that there was shame in her body language, eyes closed, head slightly down, her naked breasts and large full nipples fully on display, and here and there, spots of dried semen on her. I'm sure that at that very moment, she felt sure that her secret was over as was probably, her marriage.
I stood up and removed my shirt and again, pulled her to me. I could feel her naked breasts against me, and her nipples felt like soft "pebbles" as they rubbed against my chest. I kissed her again and again, I felt her resist and try to pull away, but there was no way that I was going to let that happen and I think that she knew it. I moved my left hand down to her panties now and felt the wetness in the crotch, of course, but I pretended and wanted her to think that I only thought that it was her reaction to my efforts and to what I was doing and said "Oh Joyce, I can feel how wet you are right through your panties so how can you say that you don't want this? " I asked. As I moved my hand into the waist band of her panties, she resisted again and said "No! Barry....no.....don't do that.... please...please stop! I'm dirty down there and I need to shower first"!
This time I didn't utter a word. I just slid my hand down into her panties and into the well trimmed pubic hair above her pussy. The hair too, was damp and somewhat matted with what I was sure was another man's, no a black man's cum. I still pretended not to notice and moved my fingers further beneath her body to her cunt and said "Oh God Joyce! You're so fucking wet down there! I love feeling you this way! I absolutely love it!" My fingers were now covered by the wetness on both sides. The side against her slit could feel the leakage, and the back side of my fingers were sliding through the thick cum that had pooled in the crotch of her panties. There was no doubt. Her pussy was full of cum and really sloppy tonight and I was going out of my mind with lust at this point too! I easily slid one finger into her pussy which I quickly found was still stretched open and very warm, and also very creamy. I pumped it gently but firmly in and out of her a few times and then said "Oh my Joyce, I've never felt you so wet and I really can't wait to eat that pussy! I need to eat your pussy Joyce." I said.
Again from her in a more forceful voice now, "NO Barry, NO! I won't let you, not without me taking a shower first. I'm not clean enough down there for you to do that!"
Her voice may have been forceful, but mine was a lot more forceful when I replied saying "Listen Joyce, you're my wife and I love you. You're never NOT clean enough for me to show you just how much I love you. I said that I want to eat that pussy, no that I need to eat that pussy and that's what I'm going to do!" And with that I pulled my hand from her panties, and put the finger into my mouth and I felt my head begin to swirl as soon as I did it. The salty musk filled my mouth and I could taste my wife's juices, but I knew that it was mostly semen I was eating at this point. I was never in my life as turned on as I was at that moment and I think that Joyce could tell it. She had a shocked look on her face when she saw what I had just done, and the look on my wife's face was one of horror. I'm sure she thought it was all over and that she was busted, and at any moment, I would be screaming and maybe even hitting her, but I never let on that I thought it was anything other than her own excited juices I was tasting.
I pushed her back onto the bed, reached down and grabbed the waist band of her panties. She reached down and put her hands on them and tried to resist again, but I think that even she knew at this point that it was to no avail. I think that she knew that there was no stopping me now! I slid the panties down her legs, and snuck a quick peek at the over flowing, cum filled crotch before I gently tossed them aside. I was kneeling on the floor now and she was laying on the bed. I reached out and gently spread open her knees and leaned in and as I did, I placed my hands against the insides of her thighs and pushed gently for them to part wider and I felt her resistance give in and she probably felt doomed to her fate, but she still made an attempt to try and cover her pussy with her hands, but I moved those aside as well and then moved my face in very close to her pussy. I was amazed at what I found before me. This was nothing like the smell of her panties. Before me now was a well fucked, cum soaked, and stretched open pussy and the odor that was filling my nostrils was sensational. Her pussy lips were engorged, and her pussy itself was raw and red and stretched and I couldn't help but see that the lips actually hung open, I guess from all the big black cock it had been getting on a regular basis for several weeks or months now and it was obvious that it had been fucked long and hard tonight, maybe even several times too. I suspected that it was both. Joyce had no way of knowing what I was seeing, but I'm sure she imagined the worst and was waiting for me to get up and begin to call her names and tell her to get out, but I never let on. There were thick globules of cum in the small bit of hair that ended just above her clitoris and the opening to her pussy was clearly coated in cum and I could see a thin trail of semen flowing out of her pussy and running down between the cheeks of her ass and across her asshole. I was sure that she had to feel it leaking out of her. How could she not, but I still never let on that I saw it.
Instead I extended the tip of my tongue and stopped the flow and then starting at her asshole, I gently began to slide the tip of my tongue across her anus and then slowly and deliberately up along the length of her cunt lips. My tongue found her clitoris, and licked gently over and around it and I took it gently in my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned loud, and moved her hips slightly and I knew that I was working my magic now. My tongue cleaned the sperm from her pussy and then returned to her clit again and again as it pleasured her. I never let on that I knew or was upset about anything because the truth was that I wasn't upset at all. I pressed my lips tightly against her cunt and sucked some more. I moved my mouth around her opening, and down around her asshole again, cleaning huge amounts of cum up with my tongue and swallowing it all the while. I even cleaned up the globs of dried cum from her pussy hair and then I returned to her pussy again. My tongue entered her slowly at first, savoring this new flavor combination of cum and pussy juice. Then I began to stab my tongue in and out, trying to coax out the cum that I knew was deep within my wife's pussy. I knew that my mouth was being filled with the taste of some unknown black man's cum, it's musky flavor and its texture thick yet smooth. I had to admit that I really liked the taste even when my throat burned slightly from the saltiness as I swallowed it down again and again into my belly.
It was only, when there was no doubt that I was really getting off on eating the cum out of my wife's pussy, that she too began to get off. At first, I swear that I could feel Joyce relax as if a great burden had been lifted from her and then I felt her grab the back of my head and pull my mouth tight against her cunt.
I moaned as she did that and then I heard her ask in a more forceful voice now "You seem to like eating my wet dirty pussy, don't you Barry?".
I pulled my mouth back for a moment and managed a muffled "OH YES...YES Joyce. I love it!" making sure that she could hear me.
The next thing I heard was her voice again saying "That's good Barry, that's real good! Go on and eat that wet dirty pussy! Eat all those juices out of there!" she said through gritted teeth now. She was no longer resisting anything and instead, she was the aggressor now, grinding her pussy against my mouth and bumping it harder against my nose and face now. After a few minutes of this, I felt her let go of my head and felt her quickly moving away from me. I was afraid that she was going to run into the bathroom and jump in the shower, but instead, I heard her order me to get up on the bed and to lay on my back! I did as she said and moved immediately up onto the bed and lay on my back. I had hoped that she was going to get on top of me and lower her pussy onto my hard little dick at this point, but instead she kind of surprised me when I heard her say "I bet you want to finish cleaning out my wet dirty pussy with your tongue, don't you Barry?"
"OH YES" I moaned excitedly. I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth before I felt her put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she squatted over me and guided her pussy down and onto my face. My mouth was being smothered by her wetness now, or should I say "their" wetness as Joyce immediately started rubbing her pussy all over my face, coating it completely with the combined juices of her and her black lover. Then she lifted up slightly and moved until she had guided my nose into her wet pussy hole and it was totally engulfed inside of her. I panicked for a few seconds as my nose filled with the wetness that I knew was cum and pussy juice but it wasn't long before she rose up again and this time she moved and lowered her pussy directly over my mouth, and my tongue began to dig deeply in and out of that well fucked and still cum filled cunt of hers. I thought I had already cleaned most of the juices out of her before, but in this new position, her pussy unleashed a river of juices into my mouth. From somewhere deep within her pussy, a new flow of hot thick semen began to run into my mouth and I extended my tongue as deeply into her as I could to lap it out and take it into my mouth as I hungrily swallowed the offering over and over again. I never knew that there could possibly be that much cum in a pussy and that's when I realized that her black lover must have filled her pussy full of his cum more than just once earlier tonight! Just as the flow was receding, I felt her orgasm begin to rack her body and I could feel her vaginal canal clenching my tongue in cadence with the deep moan that came from within her. As her orgasm continued, she convulsed her hips in opposition to her pussy clenching my tongue and now she was moaning, and her whole body was shaking and I realized that she was having several orgasms, one right after the other. All the while, Joyce kept on groaning and saying over and over again "That's it Barry, that's it! Eat that dirty pussy, eat that pussy real good and show me how much you love it!"
I reached up to feel her rock hard nipples and gave them a twist and she had several more shaking orgasms and when she had finally finished cumming, she slid off of my face and lowered her pussy onto my little dick. It slipped in sloppily, easily, and all the way to the hilt, all four inches of it, but it felt so good...so damn good just to be inside of my wife's hot well fucked pussy. True to my normal stamina though, I only lasted for about a minute or two before my body convulsed and I shot my own cum inside of her but instead of going soft my dick stayed hard and it was in a near constant state of contraction and ejaculation. I closed my eyes and let the intensity of my own orgasm rock my body and I foolishly thought and hoped that it would never stop, however it did. When I was finished, I opened my eyes to the amazing site of my beautiful wife still impaled on my little dick, but smiling down at me. She looked amazing, and I'd never been more in love and I was relieved when I saw that she had the look of love in her eyes as well!
When she slid off of me, cum ran from her onto my dick and I wasn't sure that it was all mine and I didn't care. I'm pretty sure that I'd done a pretty good job of cleaning her up and I'd just had the biggest ejaculation of my life for sure! I was more than just surprised when I felt her turning around and move into a 69 position with her pussy over my mouth again and at the same time, she leaned over and took my little dick into her mouth, and began licking the cum off of it while I licked my own cum out of her pussy. Finally when I had finished eating all of my cum out of her, she turned around again and leaned in and kissed me passionately and as our tongues danced together, I realized that I was tasting my own cum from her mouth and realized that it wasn't that much different than her black lovers cum that I'd tasted earlier. She watched closely as I swallowed the cum that she had licked off of my dick and forced into my mouth and seemed pleased. That was when she leaned over and kissed me again and said "Now that I know just how much you love licking the juices out of my wet and dirty pussy, I want you to do it all the time when I work late Barry! Will you do that for me?" she asked.
I didn't hesitate for one second and quickly said "Oh yes Joyce... please..... I would love that. I love the taste of your wet and dirty pussy and would love to clean it out for you anytime that you want."
"That's good Barry.... I like that and I have to tell you that my boss told me that I'm going to have to work late mostly every night now and maybe even on Saturdays. Is that okay with you Barry? Is it okay if I work late every night and on Saturdays too and then bring my wet and dirty pussy home for you to eat?"
"Yes...please Joyce....please. I want you to do that....I would really like it so long as you like it too." I told her.
She crawled over and we curled up together on the bed and said "You know Barry, we used to talk about having a big ****** when we first got married, but then we kind of gave up on it but now I'd like to try for it again. I'm going to stop taking my birth control pills beginning tomorrow and we'll just have to see what happens. Is that okay Barry?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say at first. I knew that meant that she would be fucking black men and taking their cum inside of her even during her most fertile times of the month and there was the possibility of her becoming knocked up by one of them, but then I thought about the fact that she had taken my dick in her and let me cum inside of her tonight too so there was also the possibility that the baby would be mine........ I knew it was a chance.... a very big chance, but as soon as I started to think about and imagine those big black cocks shooting their cum deep inside of my wife's fertile pussy, trying to attack her eggs and plant a nigger baby inside, I felt my little dick getting so hard again. Joyce felt it too and said "well Barry, I guess that I know the answer to my question so beginning tomorrow your wife is not going to be using any form of birth control but just think about all those times that you will be eating my dirty wet cunt and the fact that you'll be able to stick that little dick of yours inside of me again and again.....
"Oh yes...yes Joyce....I want you to do it! I really do..please Joyce...please!" I realized that I was begging and Joyce had the biggest smile on her face now.
"Don't you worry Barry....don't you worry about a thing except how we are going to support a large ****** because I'm pretty sure that I won't want to stop after just having the first baby!"
"I'll get out and get a job Joyce. I'll start looking tomorrow. I promise!" I told her and I did and now I'm working. It's not a great job but the good part is that I'm home by 6 every evening and I don't have to work on weekends so I can be home when Joyce gets home from "working" late....
It's been three months since that night and true to her word Joyce now "works late" five night a week and she tells me that she goes in and "works" for several hours on Saturday too. I know that instead of working that she's still seeing several different black lovers. Every once in a while I drive down and watch as her black lovers bring her back to her car. That is why I know that Joyce is now fucking even more black men than the original eleven that I had discovered. The last count I made over one month was seventeen different black men bringing her back to her car but I still don't think that she has any idea that I know what is going on and I have no plans of telling her or attempting to make her stop anytime soon.
A few things have changed after that first night when I ate her black lover's cum out of her pussy for the first time three months ago. One is that she indeed has stopped taking her birth control and as far as I can tell, her lovers certainly are not using any form of birth control like condoms because her pussy is always full of cum. The other thing that has changed is that ever since that night, every time she comes home after "working late" or on the weekends, she is the one that now brings me upstairs to strip her clothes off and clean her lover's cum from her pussy and I always work hard to make sure that I bring her several orgasms with my tongue and then she will fuck my little dick and let me shoot my cum inside of her before making me lick it out too. I've gotten a little better now at controlling my own ejaculation problem and can last at least three or sometimes even four minutes now. I hardly ever look at porn now because all I have to do is think about my hot wife and all those big black cocks shooting their cum in her pussy, and I get off better than with any porn out there, and besides, if I'm horny or still hungry, I still get to go into her hamper and suck and lick on the crotches of her panties after she has been "working late". I sure hope this never ends but I do have a concern.
Joyce has been sick and throwing up several mornings and I'm afraid that it's morning sickness. When she mentioned that she hoped that I was serious about wanting a ******, and I told her that I thought that her having a child would complete our ******, but she just smiled and said that even if she did have a child, she would still want to "work" even if it meant being away several nights a week and then added that she had been thinking that maybe she would want to have two or three babies before she got too old.
I can only suspect that with all the potent black cum she is taking in her now unprotected married white pussy along with my lesser strain of seed, that if she isn't already, it won't be long before she gets knocked up. I don't know how she thinks that she will be able to hide her outside lovers if the baby is black but then again, maybe she wants to come clean and that will be her way of telling me the truth........
At any rate, I'm glad that I have a wife that cheats and I'm sure that she is equally glad that she has a husband that loves to "eat"!
I don't want you to get me wrong. I thought then and still do feel that any sex is good to me, but I knew that I was not pleasing Joyce and I understood why. What fun is it for any woman to just have a man slide his dick inside of your pussy and only take a couple of strokes before prematurely shooting his load? I knew that I was a premature ejaculator and I tried all sorts of things, numbing creams, exercises designed especially for men with problems like mine, but nothing worked. It was hard on me too to know that there was no way that the sex was enjoyable for your wife and it finally reached the point that we both pretty much totally ignored each other when it came to sex.
I guess I should begin by telling you a little about us. I'm Barry and I'm 45 and my wife, Joyce, is 37. I already told you that we've been married for a little over twenty years with me asking Joyce to marry me when she was only 17 and I was 25. Joyce came from a troubled ****** and so she was quick to accept my proposal to get away from her situation at home, but now we 're not spring chickens anymore.
I had always had good jobs and Joyce would readily tell anyone that would listen about what a great provider I was. That was until about a year ago when the company that I had worked for since I had graduated from high school folded and I found myself out of a job for the very first time in our married life. It was very hard and for whatever reason, age, lack of formal education, depression or what, I could not find a job. Joyce had gone to a business school after we were married but only worked a couple of years before the company she was working for relocated out of state. With me having such a difficult time finding a job, Joyce decided that she should go back to work and it wasn't very long after she started looking, that she landed a very good job as an executive secretary to the President of a small engineering company. Joyce leaves early in the morning to go to work, leaving me home with a lot of time on my hands. I don't know when or how it started but it was long before I lost my job and Joyce started working, and at some point, I found myself getting on the computer and going to the internet porn sites and reading stories and looking at pictures and jacking off and it seemed like I found that I liked it and before long, it seemed that it was even more pleasurable than when I used to have sex with my wife, especially knowing full well that it was obvious that she didn't enjoy normal sex with me and the fact that I knew that I couldn't really provide her with the pleasure she deserved.
I may as well tell you a little more about her. As I said before, her name is Joyce and she is a pretty blond (colored and not natural hair) with stunning yellow green eyes. I have always found her attractive but some might find her a little too full bodied, and maybe even a bit on the plump side, but I've never minded that at all and I know that there are other men out there that also find her attractive. Sure, her hips and ass carry some extra padding, but they carry it well and she also has a little bit of a belly protrusion in the front, but the whole package on her looks very good. At a 38C cup, her breasts are nice and round , and her nipples are nice and big. I remember that they used to be very responsive and it would only take one touch and they would practically tear their way through her bra, but as I've already said, I don't get to touch them much anymore. Joyce has always been a fanatic about her looks and cleanliness. She showers every morning before work. Joyce had always trimmed her pussy hair but has always kept a very little patch of hair above her pussy. Again, I remember that her pussy lips were always tight and buttery smooth to the touch and it's always been that way for as long as I can remember. I can still remember getting my hands into her panties for the first time, and being so turned on by how soft and smooth her pussy was and my favorite thing was always to eat her pussy and bring her to numerous orgasms that way! As I tell you this, I also remember that I haven't done that for several years now.
Another thing that I guess I should admit, is that I know that the problem with our sex life is mine and mine alone. I've already told you that I'm a premature ejaculator, but the other thing that I have to confess is that I've also always know that I'm on the "under endowed side" with a pretty small little dick (about 4 and a half inches and that's when it's hard) and with such a little dick, I've never been able to bring her of any other woman to an orgasm just by fucking, but in the days when we did have what I considered a somewhat real sex life, I was always more than willing and able to satisfy her with my tongue and for a lot of our married years, that seemed to be enough to at least keep her interested enough to go along with it when I attempted sex with her, but for some strange reason, once I fell into the habit of jerking off to internet porn, I decided that was an easier way to get my pleasure than to go through the work of satisfying her sexually with my tongue. I guess that's what happens when they say someone is hooked on porn!
Over dinner about six months ago, Joyce informed me that the company that she worked for was going through some financial problems and that her boss had called her in and explained that in order to make up for it and to try to get more business, he wanted her to begin to work late maybe one or two nights a week to be able to help them get proposals and statements out faster. She said that she had told her boss that she would have to talk it over with me and see what I said since it would mean that I would have to get my own dinners and be alone until later in the evenings. Given the shape of the economy and things, coupled with the fact that I still hadn't found a job, I told her that what he asked her to do made a lot of sense. She told me that she didn't really feel that it would be that often and then she told me that she was glad that I understood because her boss told her that she was a vital part of the team, and that unfortunately, it would not result in her bringing home more money right now since the company couldn't afford it and she added that everyone that was being asked to do more, also would not be getting any additional pay but that the boss told her that he hoped that they could make it up later on down the road in some form of a bonus but told her that there was no guarantee that she would get anything for her work other than helping to insure job security not only for herself but for the others too.
I told her that I felt that it was important for her to contribute like the others and told her that I certainly would survive her working late on or two nights a week for a short time if that was what it took for her to keep her job. It was about the same time that she told me about working late that I noticed that my wife had begun to buy several new outfits of clothing to wear to work. Don't get me wrong, most of the clothes weren't overly provocative by any means, but they were a lot different than those she had worn in the past. My wife had always worn dresses that extended below the knees in length, and now I noticed that the new clothes that she began to buy were a lot shorter, not miniskirts mind you, but they were now well above the knee and hit just below mid thigh and that was certainly a lot more skin for my wife to show that I had ever seen before. I also noticed that she had begin to opt for wearing tighter fitting and lower cut blouses too, again, not too tight, but tight enough to certainly accentuate her figure. The change might not have been noticed or considered substantial for most other people, but this was quite a change for my previously very conservative and somewhat prudish wife and I certainly took notice. The other most significant change was to sexier undergarments. Gone were the generic colored beige or white panties of the past. She was now wearing, sexy, lacy and colored thongs and bikini cut panties. Her bras were also lacy and lightly padded and cut to push up and accentuate her breasts and most of the bras were matched sets that went with whatever panties she chose. I noticed that she had even quit wearing pantyhose and began wearing thigh high hosiery instead. I didn't say anything about it initially, but finally when I told her that I like the new look, she said she was happy that I noticed and said that she hoped that I wouldn't be mad that she had spent some money to buy the new clothing and said that the new clothes and lingerie not only made her feel better about herself, but they also made her feel younger.
True to her word, the very next week, Joyce came home from work late two nights that week, calling me in the early afternoon and telling me that she had to work late. Don't get me wrong, when I say "late" it wasn't much beyond 9:30 or 10:00pm, but still that was very late for someone who previously had always been home no later than 5:00 or 5:30pm. This happened again the next week and then the week after that. I also began to notice that on the days that she would work late, was when she seemed to wear her sexiest new outfits and also that on the evenings when Joyce would come home late, she would always be in a hurry to get upstairs, telling me how tired she was and then she would go straight upstairs and I would hear her shower right away, brush her teeth, and then once she changed into her long pajamas, she would come back downstairs, to kiss me goodnight, and then go back up to bed.
This routine quickly became the normal pattern only now it seemed that she was working late three and sometimes even four nights a week and again, always when she was wearing her new and sexier outfits than on the days that she didn't work late and came home at regular time. I'm not even sure exactly why, but I found myself beginning to get suspicious and after it became a weekly thing, with her not coming home until late three and sometimes even four nights a week every week for nearly 5 months, my suspicious thoughts finally got the best of me. I kept telling myself that I was just imagining the coincidences, such as dressing sexy on the nights she came home late, and coming in and going straight upstairs and showering and brushing her teeth before kissing me, and I knew that I had to find out for sure just what was going on and so I decided to stake out her building at work and see what I could find out. On the next day that she called to tell me that she would be working late, I drove to a parking lot that sat across the street from her office. I had parked in the rear of the lot and had brought binoculars with me. After surveying the lot, I saw her car and felt relieved to know that she was still there. I continued to wait until it was almost 6:30 which I knew was well after her normal quitting time and she hadn't come out, and I started to think that I was a fool to suspect that it was anything other than what she said, however, something inside of me told me I should continue to wait until I saw her come out and leave and so I stayed in my hidden position and watched. When 7:30 came, all of the other cars in the parking lot had left and most of the lights were out inside of the building and I was beginning to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I continued to wait, hoping, wanting, to see her walk out of the building but nothing! I continued to wait and the entire time, I still fully expected to see her come out the office at any minute since her car was still sitting there, all alone now. I didn't even care that it would prove just how stupid I was for doubting her and wasting an evening watching and waiting.
At approximately 9:10, I could hear (and feel), the thump of deep bass rap music coming from a vehicle somewhere nearby. I looked up just in time to see a late model Cadillac pull into her companies parking lot. It was black with huge chrome wheels and low profile tires and the windows were completely tinted black so you couldn't see inside. The music was still blaring as the car whipped into the lot and backed into a space right next to my wife's car. I was a little fearful for my wife's safety and was hoping that she wouldn't come out of her building just then and I could only watch as the car sat there for another 5 or 10 minutes as the music continued to thump and crank and it seemed as though the car actually shook a little while parked there. Suddenly the music stopped and I watched as the driver door opened and I saw a man get out. Through the binoculars, I could see that he was a very large and tall black man and he walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. His hair was in very tight corn rolls, he wore a goatee, but he was dressed to the nines, looking very sharp. I guessed that he must have been around 6'4" or 6'5", and if he wasn't, he could easily pass for a pro athlete.
Now, all of this still meant nothing to me until the passenger door opened and I saw the black man hold his hand out and a lady, that I immediately recognized as my wife, took his hand and got out. She seemed to be pulling her dress down and straightening her clothing and I saw him shut the door and place his hands on my wife's hips and squeezing her ass. I couldn't believe my eyes! Right then, they were standing so that her back was to me and I watched as he bent down as she went to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed and it was a long deep kiss, and I thought that through the binoculars I could even see their tongue's swapping and I knew there was no way this was simply a "goodnight peck from a friend". That was it. I was devastated. I was sick to my stomach, I was enraged, and yet, I couldn't stop watching and all the emotions you might expect came forth. As I continued to watch, he opened the door to her car for her and she climbed in and then he gave her one more quick kiss and shut her door.
At this point, I was out of control and almost a raging lunatic. I quickly pulled out of the back entrance to the parking lot across the street and drove like a maniac as I raced to beat her home. On the drive I thought of all that I might say or do. How I'd challenge her immediately when she walked in and call her a nigger loving whore and a cheat. How could she be doing this to me for the past five months, me, her husband of over 20 years? I was successful at beating her home, and I hurried inside and turned on the television and tried to act as if it were any other normal night that she had been coming home after working late. When she got home and came in the door, I found that I didn't have the nerve to challenge her and instead, I didn't say a word. I don't know why, but I couldn't do it. She was pleasant, said she was exhausted, went upstairs and ran through her normal routine: take a shower, brush her teeth, put on her pajamas, come back downstairs give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then go off to bed.
After she had gone upstairs, and as I sat downstairs, it all hit me and I couldn't help myself. I let the emotions run. I sobbed at first and then I cried hard, having to stifle my cries because I didn't want to awaken her and have to discuss the reason for my tears. Finally, after a couple of hours, I went upstairs. My wife was in bed and sleeping very soundly. I went over and looked at her. She looked so sweet and innocent, just like the girl I had married, but I knew that wasn't the situation. I bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered "I love you Joyce". She seemed to be still asleep, but she purred very gently and smiled softly and whispered "I love you too Barry!" and went right back to sleeping if she had ever really awakened.
At this point I was still looking for and hoping for some logical explanation. I told myself that it couldn't have been what I had built it up to be in my head. I decided to brush my own teeth and go to bed, telling myself that it would all be okay in the morning even though I knew it wouldn't. I went into our bathroom and began to brush my teeth. As I stood there brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, I noticed the reflection of her clothes hamper and the lights went off in my head. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and walked over to the hamper. I opened it nervously and inside, of course were the clothes from that evening. I reached in and quickly found her panties. They were a pair of black, lacy "bikinis". My hands were literally shaking as I pulled them out. I carefully opened them so I could see inside and there it was, a very very damp and soaked, milky looking area right in the crotch. I was heart sick. I lifted them up to take a closer look and, I still don't know what came over me, but I moved the crotch even closer to my nose and I inhaled deeply. The smell was strong.... and I could smell my wife's pussy, the pussy that I used to eat to bring her to orgasm, but that wasn't all I could smell.
Mixed with her scent was the unmistakable muskiness of cum! I've jacked off enough and been to enough adult bookstore peep show booths to recognize the unique scent of male cum. I inhaled again. The scents blended and my world was spinning around me, but there was something else happening too. I realized that I had a raging hard-on and it was of the variety I hadn't had since I was 20. My little dick was sticking straight out and it was ready to burst. I quickly went to sit on the toilet and began jacking off and as I did so, I turned the panties inside out and laid the crotch over my nose and mouth as I stroked. My fist pumped violently up and down my shaft as I smelled the black man's cum mixed with my own wife's juices and then I did something else that I can't explain. I let my tongue snake out every so lightly to taste the mixture of his nigger seed with my wife's juices. The taste was excitingly different, and not at all bitter or revolting. I started to lap harder and faster, taking more and more of it on my tongue and into my mouth. I couldn't believe it. My wife had cheated on me with a black man and here I was licking his cum off of the crotch of her panties while I jacked my own little dick off and the fact was that I was enjoying it! In my head, I could see his big black cock sliding in and out of her smooth pussy, the stretched open lips of her pussy clinging tightly to it, holding on every time it slid in and out. All of a sudden, my little dick exploded. My cum shot at least 4 feet to the middle of the bathroom floor and several more jets followed the first. The intensity of my orgasm, along with the quantity of my cum amazed me. I didn't remember my dick ever shooting off like that before, ever and it didn't soften either. I stroked it to two more orgasms while continuing to lick and suck at the crotch of my wife's panties until I couldn't cum any more. I took one last sniff of my wife's panties and then put them back in the bottom of the hamper where I found them and then I went downstairs and slept on the couch.
My wife woke me up the next morning. I told her I'd fallen asleep watching TV and when I woke it was only long enough to switch off the set and fall back asleep where I was. She said that she must have been dreaming but she thought for sure I had come to bed and kissed her in the middle of the night. Before she could say any more, I heard her voice get louder as she said "Look at that Barry" as she was pointing to my hard erection sticking out of my pants. My little dick was rock hard and I reached out and tried to rub her pussy through her pajamas and while she purred a little, she said "Don't start that now Barry! I don't have the time". Then she reached over, squeezed my hardness, then went upstairs and got ready for work. As she left, she told me she had another late night planned for that evening.
I spent the rest of the day wondering who the fuck this black dude was? Who is this guy fucking my wife, kissing her, probably sucking her tits, while I'm having to stay at home, make my own dinner and jack off? The fact that I'd been jacking off instead of enjoying my wife's favors for a long time, didn't matter now. I could only think about the fact that my wife was ignoring me for her new black lover! I decided to stake out her office again. She said it was going to be another late night and I decided that I was going to see if she met him again tonight. I left for the parking lot across from her office again and I got there and found a parking spot with a view and waited. Again I watched as everyone left the building and the parking lot emptied out and her car remained in the parking lot. There were no lights on in the building this time so there was no doubt that she was in there or that she had told the truth that she really had to work late tonight. I sat for a long time and again a little after 9:00 a car pulled in the lot. It wasn't the Cadillac this time. The car that pulled into the lot this time was an older model Ford, several years old and in pretty bad shape. It was a real piece of crap. Again, the Ford pulled over next to my wife's car and it only sat there for just a few seconds before I saw my wife climb out of the passenger side door. This time, it was her that walked around to the driver's side and I watched as the window came down. This was a different black man! I could see that he was sitting very low down in the seat, and he appeared to be a much heavier and fatter man than the guy she was with the night before. As I watched, I saw my wife bend down and kiss him deeply through the car window and as she did that, I could see through the binoculars that his big black hands reached out and cupped her breasts and she did nothing to even try to push them away.
That was it. I'd seen enough. I backed my car out of the lot and raced home as I'd done last night and again, I was sick to my stomach. And again, very angry. Again, I thought that I was ready to confront her the moment she got home and again, I didn't have the nerve to do it. She went through the same usual routine, telling me how tired she was, going right upstairs to shower, brushing her teeth same as last night only this time I heard her gargle with mouthwash, before she slipped on her pajamas and came down and kissed me goodnight and went back up to bed. After I thought that enough time had passed for her to be asleep, I again went up to our bathroom, closed and locked the door and opened her clothes hamper. It took only seconds to find her panties from the evening. They were a deep lavender color, and the front was completely sheer. There was no doubt that her whoreish pussy had been clearly visible to her lover through them. The back side was cut full and made of a material that felt a little like silk and very smooth. When I finally turned them around, I could see that the entire crotch was covered with what appeared to be thick heavy cum tonight. All I could think of was that this black guy must've cum a massive amount, or had probably filled her married white cunt more than once. I hadn't touched myself but my little dick was rock hard again. Just as I had done last night, I quickly turned the panties inside out so that the cum covered crotch was facing me and again, I sniffed at her scent mixed with the aroma of all the fresh sperm that I knew wasn't mine and again, I became aroused beyond belief and I quickly began to lap at the juices with my tongue, taking more and more of it into my mouth until it coated nearly every bit with its thick, erotic taste! Again, I brought myself off to thoughts of her white body rubbing against his big black body, and their passionate kisses, and of course, images of his big black cock traveling into the deepest recesses of my wife's pussy and filling her with his cum over and over again, and then his seed leaking into the crotch of her sexy panties for me to find, inhale, and consume. After licking every drop that I could get off of them and taking that final whiff, I put her panties back in the hamper, took a washcloth and wiped myself clean, I went in and crawled into bed beside her. My mind kept seeing the images of a big black cock fucking her mouth and her pussy all night long and I had a really hard time sleeping.
This scenario continued with her getting home after "working late" at least three nights a week, and even a fourth night some weeks for several more weeks. Of course, during that time, I continued my "spying" and not only did I see her meet with the black guys with the original Cadillac and Ford, but also a black guy in a Chrysler 300, another one with a different Cadillac, several Lexus vehicles, a BMW, and several other combinations. During that time, I saw my wife with a total of eleven different black men, all who I knew through my panty sniffing and cum eating tests, proved to be fucking my wife. Outside of the fact that all of the men were black, there was no similarity. They were practically all of different body types and ages, a couple of them were pretty old and grey, some were heavy set and even on the fat side, another looked to be in his early 20's and well built, and there were a few that looked to be pretty athlete, and then there were some that looked like thugs and a few others that were just non-descript black men. Based on the different types of cars they drove and the way they dressed, they all seemed to be from different social and economic backgrounds but the one thing that they all had in common was that they were fucking my wife, and the fact that they were all very dark skinned black men.
I was jacking off more than ever now. I'd stroke out to my mind's image of my wife with her black lovers at every opportunity. I was possessed by my thoughts and practically became a slave to my own erections and of course, my imagination continued to be fueled by the sight, smell, and taste of all of the fresh cum in my wife's panties. I became obsessed with eating the cum out of her panties every time she returned home and it seemed like I couldn't get enough. One night, I decided not to go and watch her return back to her car with her black lovers . Instead, I waited at home for her this time. My thinking was that if I didn't go, maybe I'd have the courage to confront her when she got home and I'd tell her that I knew what was going on and demand that she pack her bags and get the hell out as soon as possible! There was only one problem with that plan however and that was the fact that I knew that I was still completely and totally in love with her. In fact, since I'd discovered her dirty little secret, I think that I had fallen even deeper in lust with her as well and I knew deep down inside that I really didn't want to lose her. If I confronted her angrily, what if she decided to go ahead and leave? I'd have nothing. So I simply waited at home, knowing that at this very moment she may very well be sucking a big black cock or lying under some black stud as he fucked her with his big black cock. Hell, she could possibly even be sucking one black cock while another skewered her pussy.
Deep inside, I knew that my little dick and inability to satisfy and give her the pleasure that she deserved, was to blame for her infidelity! So how could I ever blame her!
It was a little after 9 o'clock, when she came through the door that night, pretty much right on time, I thought. She was pleasant and had a big smile on her face but this time, when she began to head to the stairs, I arose and cut her off. "Hey there sweetheart" I said, "you've been working way too hard lately and I hate to see you wearing yourself out so much!". I moved in to hug her as I said it, and by the way I felt her body stiffen, it was obvious that she was trying to avoid me, but couldn't. I pulled her to me and hugged her really tight and as she hugged me back I inhaled deeply through my nose and could detect the faint odor of another man's cheap after shave or cologne on her. "You know Joyce, it's been so long since we've been together that I've decided that I'm going to take you upstairs and show you just how much I love you tonight" I said.
I felt her stiffen again and she quickly tried to make an excuse and beg out of it, telling me that she had a headache and felt really tired. Of course I knew that the real reason was because she was afraid that I'd most surely find out about her infidelity, but I would hear nothing of it. I told her that I wanted...no, that I really needed to make love to her and show her just how much I was still head over heels in love with her. Her voice stammered as she told me that I didn't have to do that, especially not tonight, and that she knew that I loved her. I could almost see the wheels moving in her mind as she tried to think of some way to stop me, as I led her up the stairs and to our bedroom. I moved her over near the bed and pulled her tightly to me and leaned down to kiss her again. When our kiss broke, I pulled back slightly and told her how beautiful she looked to me and how much I loved her.
She looked confused but she managed to say "I love you too." and as she did, I thought that I could smell the odor of cock and cum on her breath. This time, she hadn't had time to brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash and instead, I found it somewhat rank and maybe even acrid smelling but I didn't mind at all, and as a matter of fact, it just seemed to excite me even more. I moved in again to kiss her deeply and as my tongue moved inside her mouth, I thought I detected a faint saltiness, and I told myself that this was from the trace of the black man's cum that was still in her mouth.
It was obvious to me that Joyce's heart wasn't into it as I kissed her again and again. I could tell she was very uncomfortable with the situation and was trying to come up with some way to stop it before it went any further. All I knew was that even though her heart may not have been into it, mine certainly was and my little dick was rock hard. As I began unbuttoning her blouse, she tried to pull away but I held her tight with my right arm around her waist and kissed her again deeply while my left hand, I opened the buttons of her blouse. It was tucked in at the waist and when I finally got the buttons open, I slid my hand inside and was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing a bra! Her nipples hardened instantly when my palm rubbed across them and I moaned softly at finding her bra-less and said "What? No bra?" I asked.
Joyce's voice was almost a whisper as she told me that the one she wore to the office today was too tight and had been uncomfortable, and she said that she had removed it once she was alone at the office. All lies, I knew but none the less, I went along with it. "Very sexy Joyce! I like it!" I replied, as I continued to softly knead her right breast and nipple and felt the nipple harden in response.
I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned the last two buttons, and watched as her blouse fell open. Her breasts looked amazing to me and as I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, I saw the unmistakable marks on her breasts where her lover had obviously been earlier and heard Joyce let out a soft gasp. I'm not sure if the gasp was a reaction to having her nipple sucked or in fear of being found out, but my guess is that it was the latter. As I sucked her hardening nipple, I could see clearly that on several places on her breast that I was sucking, and on the other one as well as her chest, and near her collar bone and even slightly on her neck, there were not only small bite marks, but there also appeared to be a dried residue. It was faint, but I could see that it had a hard yet fragile, almost crystalline texture. I recognized it as dried cum because I'd seen it on my own stomach in places I'd failed to clean up, many of the mornings after jacking off. I couldn't believe it. My wife's breath smelled, even tasted of cock and sperm and there I could also see the dried cum on her tits and chest and other places. In all the years I was married to her, I'd never realized she had this inner slut waiting to get out, but it must have been there and I realized that she'd clearly been the target for, and swallowed, another man's cum this very night before coming home to me.
I was careful not to let her see any reaction on my part that would tip her off that I'd seen the cum or had a clue to what had gone on and I simply continued working my mouth on her nipple and breast, and then gently changed to soft, tonguing kisses as I moved up her chest. As I went, I worked my mouth over the dried cum and tongued it into my mouth, trying to revive its flavor. I raised my head and kissed her again and as I did, I released the button on the back of her skirt, and slid the zipper down. I knew that it was now or never for her to try and stop me and she reacted as I expected, trying hard to push herself away from me as she said "Please....please stop Barry! I've been working all day and late tonight and I'm tired and besides, I really don't feel clean enough for this. Can't I at least take a shower first?". As soon as she finished the sentence, I let go of the skirt, and it slid down her legs to the floor and I said "Joyce, don't worry........ It's okay. I love you exactly the way you are right now, this very moment and I NEED you just the way that you are at this very moment. I need to show you just how much I really love you!"
She was standing in front of me now with her blouse unbuttoned and open, bra-less with her tits hanging out, and with her skirt down around her ankles. I moved my hands to her blouse, and pushed it over her shoulders to join the skirt on the floor at her ankles. I looked down her body. She was nude now except for the lacy red bikini panties, and her thigh high stockings. She was also shoeless at this point too, but I can't say when she got rid of them. Maybe she came in without them on. I just couldn't remember. When I looked at her face again, now she had her eyes closed tightly. She looked amazing to me as she was just standing there and I thought that there was shame in her body language, eyes closed, head slightly down, her naked breasts and large full nipples fully on display, and here and there, spots of dried semen on her. I'm sure that at that very moment, she felt sure that her secret was over as was probably, her marriage.
I stood up and removed my shirt and again, pulled her to me. I could feel her naked breasts against me, and her nipples felt like soft "pebbles" as they rubbed against my chest. I kissed her again and again, I felt her resist and try to pull away, but there was no way that I was going to let that happen and I think that she knew it. I moved my left hand down to her panties now and felt the wetness in the crotch, of course, but I pretended and wanted her to think that I only thought that it was her reaction to my efforts and to what I was doing and said "Oh Joyce, I can feel how wet you are right through your panties so how can you say that you don't want this? " I asked. As I moved my hand into the waist band of her panties, she resisted again and said "No! Barry....no.....don't do that.... please...please stop! I'm dirty down there and I need to shower first"!
This time I didn't utter a word. I just slid my hand down into her panties and into the well trimmed pubic hair above her pussy. The hair too, was damp and somewhat matted with what I was sure was another man's, no a black man's cum. I still pretended not to notice and moved my fingers further beneath her body to her cunt and said "Oh God Joyce! You're so fucking wet down there! I love feeling you this way! I absolutely love it!" My fingers were now covered by the wetness on both sides. The side against her slit could feel the leakage, and the back side of my fingers were sliding through the thick cum that had pooled in the crotch of her panties. There was no doubt. Her pussy was full of cum and really sloppy tonight and I was going out of my mind with lust at this point too! I easily slid one finger into her pussy which I quickly found was still stretched open and very warm, and also very creamy. I pumped it gently but firmly in and out of her a few times and then said "Oh my Joyce, I've never felt you so wet and I really can't wait to eat that pussy! I need to eat your pussy Joyce." I said.
Again from her in a more forceful voice now, "NO Barry, NO! I won't let you, not without me taking a shower first. I'm not clean enough down there for you to do that!"
Her voice may have been forceful, but mine was a lot more forceful when I replied saying "Listen Joyce, you're my wife and I love you. You're never NOT clean enough for me to show you just how much I love you. I said that I want to eat that pussy, no that I need to eat that pussy and that's what I'm going to do!" And with that I pulled my hand from her panties, and put the finger into my mouth and I felt my head begin to swirl as soon as I did it. The salty musk filled my mouth and I could taste my wife's juices, but I knew that it was mostly semen I was eating at this point. I was never in my life as turned on as I was at that moment and I think that Joyce could tell it. She had a shocked look on her face when she saw what I had just done, and the look on my wife's face was one of horror. I'm sure she thought it was all over and that she was busted, and at any moment, I would be screaming and maybe even hitting her, but I never let on that I thought it was anything other than her own excited juices I was tasting.
I pushed her back onto the bed, reached down and grabbed the waist band of her panties. She reached down and put her hands on them and tried to resist again, but I think that even she knew at this point that it was to no avail. I think that she knew that there was no stopping me now! I slid the panties down her legs, and snuck a quick peek at the over flowing, cum filled crotch before I gently tossed them aside. I was kneeling on the floor now and she was laying on the bed. I reached out and gently spread open her knees and leaned in and as I did, I placed my hands against the insides of her thighs and pushed gently for them to part wider and I felt her resistance give in and she probably felt doomed to her fate, but she still made an attempt to try and cover her pussy with her hands, but I moved those aside as well and then moved my face in very close to her pussy. I was amazed at what I found before me. This was nothing like the smell of her panties. Before me now was a well fucked, cum soaked, and stretched open pussy and the odor that was filling my nostrils was sensational. Her pussy lips were engorged, and her pussy itself was raw and red and stretched and I couldn't help but see that the lips actually hung open, I guess from all the big black cock it had been getting on a regular basis for several weeks or months now and it was obvious that it had been fucked long and hard tonight, maybe even several times too. I suspected that it was both. Joyce had no way of knowing what I was seeing, but I'm sure she imagined the worst and was waiting for me to get up and begin to call her names and tell her to get out, but I never let on. There were thick globules of cum in the small bit of hair that ended just above her clitoris and the opening to her pussy was clearly coated in cum and I could see a thin trail of semen flowing out of her pussy and running down between the cheeks of her ass and across her asshole. I was sure that she had to feel it leaking out of her. How could she not, but I still never let on that I saw it.
Instead I extended the tip of my tongue and stopped the flow and then starting at her asshole, I gently began to slide the tip of my tongue across her anus and then slowly and deliberately up along the length of her cunt lips. My tongue found her clitoris, and licked gently over and around it and I took it gently in my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned loud, and moved her hips slightly and I knew that I was working my magic now. My tongue cleaned the sperm from her pussy and then returned to her clit again and again as it pleasured her. I never let on that I knew or was upset about anything because the truth was that I wasn't upset at all. I pressed my lips tightly against her cunt and sucked some more. I moved my mouth around her opening, and down around her asshole again, cleaning huge amounts of cum up with my tongue and swallowing it all the while. I even cleaned up the globs of dried cum from her pussy hair and then I returned to her pussy again. My tongue entered her slowly at first, savoring this new flavor combination of cum and pussy juice. Then I began to stab my tongue in and out, trying to coax out the cum that I knew was deep within my wife's pussy. I knew that my mouth was being filled with the taste of some unknown black man's cum, it's musky flavor and its texture thick yet smooth. I had to admit that I really liked the taste even when my throat burned slightly from the saltiness as I swallowed it down again and again into my belly.
It was only, when there was no doubt that I was really getting off on eating the cum out of my wife's pussy, that she too began to get off. At first, I swear that I could feel Joyce relax as if a great burden had been lifted from her and then I felt her grab the back of my head and pull my mouth tight against her cunt.
I moaned as she did that and then I heard her ask in a more forceful voice now "You seem to like eating my wet dirty pussy, don't you Barry?".
I pulled my mouth back for a moment and managed a muffled "OH YES...YES Joyce. I love it!" making sure that she could hear me.
The next thing I heard was her voice again saying "That's good Barry, that's real good! Go on and eat that wet dirty pussy! Eat all those juices out of there!" she said through gritted teeth now. She was no longer resisting anything and instead, she was the aggressor now, grinding her pussy against my mouth and bumping it harder against my nose and face now. After a few minutes of this, I felt her let go of my head and felt her quickly moving away from me. I was afraid that she was going to run into the bathroom and jump in the shower, but instead, I heard her order me to get up on the bed and to lay on my back! I did as she said and moved immediately up onto the bed and lay on my back. I had hoped that she was going to get on top of me and lower her pussy onto my hard little dick at this point, but instead she kind of surprised me when I heard her say "I bet you want to finish cleaning out my wet dirty pussy with your tongue, don't you Barry?"
"OH YES" I moaned excitedly. I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth before I felt her put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she squatted over me and guided her pussy down and onto my face. My mouth was being smothered by her wetness now, or should I say "their" wetness as Joyce immediately started rubbing her pussy all over my face, coating it completely with the combined juices of her and her black lover. Then she lifted up slightly and moved until she had guided my nose into her wet pussy hole and it was totally engulfed inside of her. I panicked for a few seconds as my nose filled with the wetness that I knew was cum and pussy juice but it wasn't long before she rose up again and this time she moved and lowered her pussy directly over my mouth, and my tongue began to dig deeply in and out of that well fucked and still cum filled cunt of hers. I thought I had already cleaned most of the juices out of her before, but in this new position, her pussy unleashed a river of juices into my mouth. From somewhere deep within her pussy, a new flow of hot thick semen began to run into my mouth and I extended my tongue as deeply into her as I could to lap it out and take it into my mouth as I hungrily swallowed the offering over and over again. I never knew that there could possibly be that much cum in a pussy and that's when I realized that her black lover must have filled her pussy full of his cum more than just once earlier tonight! Just as the flow was receding, I felt her orgasm begin to rack her body and I could feel her vaginal canal clenching my tongue in cadence with the deep moan that came from within her. As her orgasm continued, she convulsed her hips in opposition to her pussy clenching my tongue and now she was moaning, and her whole body was shaking and I realized that she was having several orgasms, one right after the other. All the while, Joyce kept on groaning and saying over and over again "That's it Barry, that's it! Eat that dirty pussy, eat that pussy real good and show me how much you love it!"
I reached up to feel her rock hard nipples and gave them a twist and she had several more shaking orgasms and when she had finally finished cumming, she slid off of my face and lowered her pussy onto my little dick. It slipped in sloppily, easily, and all the way to the hilt, all four inches of it, but it felt so good...so damn good just to be inside of my wife's hot well fucked pussy. True to my normal stamina though, I only lasted for about a minute or two before my body convulsed and I shot my own cum inside of her but instead of going soft my dick stayed hard and it was in a near constant state of contraction and ejaculation. I closed my eyes and let the intensity of my own orgasm rock my body and I foolishly thought and hoped that it would never stop, however it did. When I was finished, I opened my eyes to the amazing site of my beautiful wife still impaled on my little dick, but smiling down at me. She looked amazing, and I'd never been more in love and I was relieved when I saw that she had the look of love in her eyes as well!
When she slid off of me, cum ran from her onto my dick and I wasn't sure that it was all mine and I didn't care. I'm pretty sure that I'd done a pretty good job of cleaning her up and I'd just had the biggest ejaculation of my life for sure! I was more than just surprised when I felt her turning around and move into a 69 position with her pussy over my mouth again and at the same time, she leaned over and took my little dick into her mouth, and began licking the cum off of it while I licked my own cum out of her pussy. Finally when I had finished eating all of my cum out of her, she turned around again and leaned in and kissed me passionately and as our tongues danced together, I realized that I was tasting my own cum from her mouth and realized that it wasn't that much different than her black lovers cum that I'd tasted earlier. She watched closely as I swallowed the cum that she had licked off of my dick and forced into my mouth and seemed pleased. That was when she leaned over and kissed me again and said "Now that I know just how much you love licking the juices out of my wet and dirty pussy, I want you to do it all the time when I work late Barry! Will you do that for me?" she asked.
I didn't hesitate for one second and quickly said "Oh yes Joyce... please..... I would love that. I love the taste of your wet and dirty pussy and would love to clean it out for you anytime that you want."
"That's good Barry.... I like that and I have to tell you that my boss told me that I'm going to have to work late mostly every night now and maybe even on Saturdays. Is that okay with you Barry? Is it okay if I work late every night and on Saturdays too and then bring my wet and dirty pussy home for you to eat?"
"Yes...please Joyce....please. I want you to do that....I would really like it so long as you like it too." I told her.
She crawled over and we curled up together on the bed and said "You know Barry, we used to talk about having a big ****** when we first got married, but then we kind of gave up on it but now I'd like to try for it again. I'm going to stop taking my birth control pills beginning tomorrow and we'll just have to see what happens. Is that okay Barry?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say at first. I knew that meant that she would be fucking black men and taking their cum inside of her even during her most fertile times of the month and there was the possibility of her becoming knocked up by one of them, but then I thought about the fact that she had taken my dick in her and let me cum inside of her tonight too so there was also the possibility that the baby would be mine........ I knew it was a chance.... a very big chance, but as soon as I started to think about and imagine those big black cocks shooting their cum deep inside of my wife's fertile pussy, trying to attack her eggs and plant a nigger baby inside, I felt my little dick getting so hard again. Joyce felt it too and said "well Barry, I guess that I know the answer to my question so beginning tomorrow your wife is not going to be using any form of birth control but just think about all those times that you will be eating my dirty wet cunt and the fact that you'll be able to stick that little dick of yours inside of me again and again.....
"Oh yes...yes Joyce....I want you to do it! I really do..please Joyce...please!" I realized that I was begging and Joyce had the biggest smile on her face now.
"Don't you worry Barry....don't you worry about a thing except how we are going to support a large ****** because I'm pretty sure that I won't want to stop after just having the first baby!"
"I'll get out and get a job Joyce. I'll start looking tomorrow. I promise!" I told her and I did and now I'm working. It's not a great job but the good part is that I'm home by 6 every evening and I don't have to work on weekends so I can be home when Joyce gets home from "working" late....
It's been three months since that night and true to her word Joyce now "works late" five night a week and she tells me that she goes in and "works" for several hours on Saturday too. I know that instead of working that she's still seeing several different black lovers. Every once in a while I drive down and watch as her black lovers bring her back to her car. That is why I know that Joyce is now fucking even more black men than the original eleven that I had discovered. The last count I made over one month was seventeen different black men bringing her back to her car but I still don't think that she has any idea that I know what is going on and I have no plans of telling her or attempting to make her stop anytime soon.
A few things have changed after that first night when I ate her black lover's cum out of her pussy for the first time three months ago. One is that she indeed has stopped taking her birth control and as far as I can tell, her lovers certainly are not using any form of birth control like condoms because her pussy is always full of cum. The other thing that has changed is that ever since that night, every time she comes home after "working late" or on the weekends, she is the one that now brings me upstairs to strip her clothes off and clean her lover's cum from her pussy and I always work hard to make sure that I bring her several orgasms with my tongue and then she will fuck my little dick and let me shoot my cum inside of her before making me lick it out too. I've gotten a little better now at controlling my own ejaculation problem and can last at least three or sometimes even four minutes now. I hardly ever look at porn now because all I have to do is think about my hot wife and all those big black cocks shooting their cum in her pussy, and I get off better than with any porn out there, and besides, if I'm horny or still hungry, I still get to go into her hamper and suck and lick on the crotches of her panties after she has been "working late". I sure hope this never ends but I do have a concern.
Joyce has been sick and throwing up several mornings and I'm afraid that it's morning sickness. When she mentioned that she hoped that I was serious about wanting a ******, and I told her that I thought that her having a child would complete our ******, but she just smiled and said that even if she did have a child, she would still want to "work" even if it meant being away several nights a week and then added that she had been thinking that maybe she would want to have two or three babies before she got too old.
I can only suspect that with all the potent black cum she is taking in her now unprotected married white pussy along with my lesser strain of seed, that if she isn't already, it won't be long before she gets knocked up. I don't know how she thinks that she will be able to hide her outside lovers if the baby is black but then again, maybe she wants to come clean and that will be her way of telling me the truth........
At any rate, I'm glad that I have a wife that cheats and I'm sure that she is equally glad that she has a husband that loves to "eat"!
