PHOTO PROOF. SHE'S FUCKING HER BLACK BOSS
Bill Graham was a bit suspicious. His wife Connie was coming home from the office later and later recently. About the same time his wife had started to fend him off in bed, saying she was tired, or not in the mood.
The two or three times in the past month when he did manage to get some, Connie seemed to be even looser than before, especially the evening when he had managed to get her into bed almost as soon as she had came home. That night, her pussy seemed to be unusually wet.
She was fucking him reluctantly, and when he had commented that she seemed to be 'kind of loose tonight.' Connie had came back with, "Well, if your cock was a bit bigger maybe the fit would be better."
"What? What'd you say," Bill exclaimed as he quit pumping.
She had giggled. "I was just kidding Bill. I didn't mean to make you get you all upset."
Connie might have been 'kidding,' but it was maybe a bad thing to have said to her husband since Bill had always been a bit self-conscious about his thin slightly less than six incher.
He was lying with his cock unmoving within her. "Are you sure Connie," Bill began as he used his arms to raise his upper body so that he could look down at her? "I know that since you've had the babies that we don't fit as tight together like we did when we were kids, but the sex still seemed to be good between us."
"You feel fine Bill. I always cum when we do it, and I'm happy with that." And then she reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him.
"Well, as long as you're happy. You had me worried there for a minute."
"I'm sorry Bill. Now give me some of your nice big cock!"
Never having heard that out of her before, he looked into her face. "You're kidding again, right?"
Bill was staying up and above her now so that he could keep looking down and see how it looks as his cock works her pussy. Besides, with him above her like this, she often would go to masturbating herself to get there quicker or maybe to have a more intense orgasm.
She giggled, but Bill sensed it was a nervous giggle. "Of course, Silly. It's not a 'nice big cock,' but it's a nice one. Now help make me cum because it's been a long day and I need to get some rest."
'Nice big cock?' Bill was thinking about that as she began using her fingers on herself while he pumped away. 'She does feel unusually wet tonight though and sort of loose. Why is that? It couldn't be because I have her all turned on, because she was wet like this soon as I got on, and with very little foreplay.'
Connie just came home from work. Bill began wondering if his wife had ever been tempted to mess with her boss, who was black.
He imagined himself to be Jonas, her black boss, mid thirties, tall and strong looking and undoubtedly well hung. What might it be like to have a big black cock and have my wife under me? Bill looked down at his wife as he stayed up on his knees and watched his own cock in her snatch, so nice.
'How would it look with a big black cock in there, stretching her? Would her inner lips just stay in place like they are doing now as I move in and out, or would they grab hold and hang onto a thicker cock, maybe a black cock as it slides back and forth?'
Colnnie had her eyes closed, was smiling slightly, and using her fingers to rub her clitoris. 'What is my wife thinking of right now? Her boss? Another man somewhere? Any big cock, or is she thinking of me as she feels me fucking her with my average size white cock?'
Bill had already begun to think of his cock as 'average' or smaller since it is white, and mostly because of all the reading he had done on web sites featuring black porn.
'I'll test her. "What are you thinking of right now baby? Your eyes are closed and I'm fucking you with my nice hard cock. Is it big enough, or are you fantasizing about someone else? A mystery man maybe, with a big cock, or maybe someone you know, like your boss, and you wonder what he carries between his legs?"
It seemed that she had started masturbating harder when he had mentioned her boss and what he might have between his legs, so Bill went for more. "I've never seen one, but I've heard that some black men have really big cocks. Maybe your boss does, have you ever wondered about that, what he might have?"
Connie didn't answer, instead seeming to frown with her eyes closed, trying to ignore her husband as she masturbated.
"What baby...what? Tell me."
Bill had gone into dangerous territory perhaps, mentioning her boss and the possibility that he might have a big cock. 'Fuck it all to Hell, maybe I should not have said that. She might decide to check him out.'
Whatever Bill had said, it affected her apparently as Connie opened her eyes and looked up at him while looking a bit irritated.
"Bill, dammit, I was getting close to orgasm and you are messing with my mind! Let me go back to my fantasies, no one in particular, and let me cum. I am sure you have fantasies you use when you masturbate."
Oh oh. She had challenged his masculinity, accusing him of masturbating. He did, of course, but that was beside the point.
"Honey, what makes you think I masturbate when I have you?" To add emphasis, Bill shoved his hips forward and rammed his cock into her as his pubic mound smashed against hers. It didn't seem to do that much more for her even though it resulted in his penetrating over an inch deeper.
"Bill, all men jack off, you too I am sure, you and your computer maybe, so just let it lie and let me cum. I want to get to sleep."
'She knows about my computer? She must be guessing since I have a password she doesn't know.'
"O.K. baby. We can do that, but if you ever want to talk to me about your fantasies while I fuck you, feel free."
Almost always, when Bill and Connie discussed the subject of intimate relations between them, it was 'make love,' or 'making love.' But Bill, almost for the first time, had said 'while I fuck you,' and apparently, Connie had accepted willingly, his use of the F word now that the issue of her having sex with others had been broached.
"Not right now, I don't want to talk about my fantasies. But if you want to," she sighed, "you can use a fantasy of your own and talk about me fucking someone else while I masturbate my clit and I'll use my imagination and try to come. Make something up. But talk about me, and not to me, I don't want to be distracted by having to answer."
This was a new one. 'Talk to her about fucking someone else?'
"You want me to make something up while I fuck you and you masturbate, is that it?" Bill knew exactly that is what she had said, but he wanted to hear her say and hear it confirmed again. This was to him, a hot conversation.
"Yes, please." She hesitated, seemed to think for a moment, then started rubbing her clit faster as she added: "Talk about me passionately fucking someone else, a stranger, while I play..."
His heart pounding as his cock stiffened, Bill started coming up with 'things.' As he began talking, he started adding things, repeating things, fantasies he had always had, for years.
Connie had not specifically said 'someone with a big cock,' she had only said 'me passionately fucking,' but Bill took it to the next level.
"You're being fucked baby, fucked passionately by someone with a big cock, a cock you've dreamed about and now, finally, it's here and in your pussy. You're in your marriage bed, your husband is away, and you are having someone over for the first time.
You had let him come into the house, supposedly just to talk. Then he came on to you. At first it was just talk. Then he asked you if you had ever been with another man. You said 'No,' of course, and your face turned red.
He had you aroused, very, but your were afraid not only to let him see it, but also afraid to give in to your own desires.
Then he bluntly said 'in that case it's about time you got fucked by someone different and maybe better.' That shocked you, his blunt language, but deep down you felt a tingling between your legs. You were getting turned on, but you still weren't sure at first, if you wanted to do this."
His voiced fantasy seemed to be having an effect on her, for Connie had begun smiling as she masturbated, eyes closed. encouraged, Bill kept on, while carefully controlling his level of excitement so as not to cum prematurely.
"Then he came up to you and kissed you, catching you by surprise, and your tongue met his. All the while you were thinking, 'this isn't right, I'm married, I can't be doing this. But he kept kissing you, and you felt your pussy becoming wet.
But then as you weakly resisted, he stripped you, actually removed your clothes as you stood in place, your body trembling as he did it.
You weakly tried to resist, your hand meeting his at various places on your body as he unhooked your bra in the front and then bent down to tug your panties past your knees and around your ankles. Then he said, "come here" and pulled you off of your panties as you stepped over them, your body trembling.
Again you turned red at being so exposed to an almost total stranger.
Your clothes, skirt, blouse, brassiere and panties were lying on the floor. Trying to hide your breasts with one arm you started to bend over to pick them up and he said "leave them" and casually kicked them aside with one foot.
You felt a brief moment of fear as you realized how forceful this man is, not asking, but taking.
Then he picked you up off the living room floor and brought you in here. You felt weak, almost helpless as he carried your naked body with his powerful arms and dropped you onto the bed.
Into and onto your marriage bed, baby."
Connie had opened her mouth, and she was masturbating ever faster. Bill thought to himself, 'I'm hitting all her right buttons.'
"At first you had protested as he carried you in his arms, but you really didn't mean it since he has made you so horny. You have been curious for such a long time. Then he laid you onto the mattress and as you laid there naked and looking up at him, he was also looking down at you as he slowly removed his clothes, saving the best for last.
Your eyes widened and your hand moved to your clitoris almost automatically as his cock, already more than half erect, came into view as his shorts came down. Your heart began pounding, your breathing becoming quicker as you involuntarily and without thinking began masturbating as you watched him give his cock a couple of strokes and it thickened as it grew.
It had become like a dream for a few moments, you looking up at him while naked and playing with yourself, and he stroking his cock the same as he stared down at you.
You could feel the heat of your reddened face, and you wanted to meet his eyes with yours, but for right now, it was his cock that had your interest as you watched.
It became longer, yes, but what really excited you is how thick it became. As you ran your tongue over your upper lip, you could see a drop of pre-coital fluid hanging from the tip of his cock. Then he got onto the bed and you immediately opened your legs in invitation.
The time for foreplay was past, and you felt the thickness of his fat head begin to open your tight lips. You were reaching down to guide him, but his head had found your entrance on its own.
You were already wet. Oh so wet. There was no time to waste, and you moaned loudly, hoping the neighbors don't hear as he slipped it in, slowly, stretching you wide as he smiled and watched your face, and then as your heart pounded and you gripped him by the ass, he went deep."
It seemed to be affecting his wife and Bill went on.
"Over twenty two years and you've only had one familiar cock, your husband's cock, a cock that used to have a good fit, but now feels small to you.
At last you are having someone else. Someone else with a big cock that can open you wide, and make your pussy lips cling lovingly around his cock as he slides in and out, then goes deep, really deep, touching places never touched before. You're cheating for the first time and you experience a moment of guilt, but the guilt is being washed away because his cock feels so good!"
Connie sighed loudly and sort of raised her hips off the bed in an attempt to get more of his thin shaft deeper into herself. Bill noticed that his wife seemed to be breathing harder now, her eyes shut tight, her mouth more open as she sucked in air. It looked like his story telling was working.
'Why not go for the really crude? I'm going to use a word I am sure she detests, so let's test her.'
"He is not married to you, this nice looking stranger that managed to come into your home and get you onto your marriage bed. He thinks of your pussy as his cunt now, his cunt to have and enjoy and he knows that he is giving you something you've never had before because you have told him, while he's fucking you, and admitted to him that your husband's cock is smaller, and can not stretch your cunt wide and go deep like his can.
You know that you have revealed a personal secret about your husband and your relationship with him that should have remained a secret but you are so aroused that it all came pouring out in gratitude."
Connie sighed, and as Bill watched her face closely, he saw her smile. It was a little smile, perhaps not intended for him to see, but Bill saw it.
Bill wondered: 'Did perhaps, something like that happen to her if she has been cheating?' Joe went on with his wildly imaginative story.
"Sometimes, when he moves his cock into a certain angle inside you, he is hitting your G spot, something your husband has never managed to find, or touch with his cock. It feels incredible, and you reach an orgasm of such intensity that it takes you a while to regain your breath."
Connie moaned, and as Bill looked down at her, she orgasmed, hard. Bill waited until she had calmed some. "He really made you cum, didn't he?"
Connie went along. "Yes, he really turned me on. That was one of my best ever cums."
Bill was elated. 'Am I perhaps, hitting close to home? Does she have fantasies like this, or maybe, she's actually acted on those fantasies?'
He kept fucking her slow and began creating fantasies for her, and once again, Connie began masturbating. Apparently, having cum once, she wanted more.
Bill kept up with his fantasies that he had always had about her, laying them out and watching her reaction. Bill also noticed that his wife was not, it seemed, trying to immediately reach orgasm again because she was sometimes stopping her stroking, like she was stopping the climb to orgasm, so she could make this last longer and maybe hear more of this fantasy Bill was making for her. This was a new development in their marriage.
"At first, when this act had begun, you were thinking it needed to happen quick, get it over with so you could think about it and decide if it is something you might want to repeat, or never allow to happen again. But now, his fucking your cunt with his magnificent thick and long prick has made your decision for you and you know that you want this to keep happening, anytime your husband is away."
Bill was elated. He had managed to use the C word, multiple times, and she had not complained. He began using a little more force in his fucking, trying to feel larger to her if that was possible. Then he had an idea and tried it, something never tried before, but she is so wet...
Bill reached under and dipped his right index finger into all the wetness surrounding her...cunt, and then, carefully, he slipped the finger into her pussy alongside his cock, and instantly the feel became tight, very tight. She groaned.
"You like that, how tight if feels?"
"Yes. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it's good too."
Bill worked his finger in as deep as he could get it alongside his cock and began stroking again.
"Your cunt Connie, is being fucked good, like never before, by a man with a big thick cock, and you are going to cum like never before."
It seemed to be working as Bill pulled up from his mind many of the phrases he had read online. Dirty phrases. Phrases and words that taken out of context, like when an innocent wife is just hearing them, would insult her, maybe make her mad. But now, while she is actually being fucked, they seem to arouse her, even more than usual.
"Sometimes he lays his upper body down on yours, and you can feel the heat emanating from his body. As his lips meet yours, you respond with passion, taking him in, his tongue, his cock, all you can get."
It was a bit awkward, but Bill managed to keep his finger in there at the same time as he was leaning forward over Connie and kissing her. She responded stronger than usual.
Bill decided, unwisely perhaps, to go directly to her black boss, a fantasy he had been harboring for weeks. "He came over using the pretense that he needed to discuss a work project with you. He got into your house while your husband is out of town, and it's your boss who is fucking you Connie, your black boss with his big black cock, fucking your cunt, stretching your cunt lips, using your cunt as his own, and it can make you cum like your husband never could."
"Oooh..." Connie began to moan, and Bill knew now that surely she must be using the fantasy of her boss fucking her to try to come. Again.
The fit between them now certainly seemed to be filling the bill.
"His black cock is deep within your wet cunt, stretching it and giving you sensations all along the sides and in deep. You can feel the knob on the end of his big cock rubbing against your walls, sometimes coming up far enough to stretch your lips opened and closed, and feeling really good.
Now he is again placing his lips over yours while reaching with his tongue, and you respond, respond eagerly as you kiss him back."
Testing her reaction, Bill leaned down to kiss his wife and she responded warmly, but Bill suspected that even now, she was kissing her fantasy lover and not him.
Then Bill forgot his directions to talk about her and not to, and unthinkingly involved Connie by asking.
"Isn't that right baby? You're cheating with Jonas, your boss, in your cunt and it feels good?"
Annoyed, maybe disappointed that Bill had interrupted her fantasy, Connie ignored him, and turning her head away, began rubbing her pussy harder in an attempt to get back to where she had been seconds before.
'Shit, I fucked up.'
Shutting up now with the questions, Bill did his job, fucking her harder and working hard to keep his finger inserted while still saying things like 'bigger cock, and once more, 'your boss's big black cock,' and in no time, surprisingly after he had said 'your boss's big black cock in your cunt', she orgasmed, and it seemed stronger than usual.
Bill came right behind her, flooding her pussy with cum and adding to the slippery feel she had when he had first started, and while wondering if his talking about other men including her boss, especially her boss, had helped get her off.
When he slipped his finger out before his cock, Connie sighed and said, "that feels better."
"Better? After I pulled it out?"
"Yes, better. It was feeling good for a while because of the stretching and going along with my...with your fantasy, but it was beginning to feel uncomfortable too because all the feeling was on one side of my..." she giggled, "my cunt, and I was very aware that it was not really a big cock I was feeling, but the stretching still felt good. But I came, thankfully, before I had to ask you to take it out."
"So you admit it then, that a bigger cock would feel better?"
She sighed, realizing maybe that she was admitting to things he might, inwardly, resent. "I really don't know Bill. Being stretched further did feel good, for a little while, but it's kind of hard to compare that to what a real cock, a bigger one, would feel like since I've never had one."
She seemed to think for a minute, then asked: "Your orgasm was good for you? I feel really wet inside."
"Yes. It was a good one. I enjoyed seeing you enjoying yourself a lot."
"Good. Now, let me up."
She was asleep only minutes after finishing and draining his cum in the toilet.
Far as Bill knew, his wife had always been faithful. He had taken her cherry on their wedding night, and since then Connie had given birth to two boys. Her pussy had changed some with childbirth, no longer as tight around his cock as before, especially after the second son had been born, but she still seemed to enjoy sex with her husband, until recently.
At 42, her body was a bit plumper on the lower half then it was early on, but Connie's tits were especially nice, and overall she was still nice enough to eat, ride, and enjoy.
Good enough, he worried, to attract a boss who might not be afraid to mess with 'the hired help.' Then and there, Bill decided that he should not be bringing up her boss in any fantasy. It might, he feared, actually give her ideas.
For a while after that, Connie seemed to be more ready, more willing to have sex, but each time Bill had to do the initiating.
He tried the using fantasy bit a couple of times, and Connie warned him not to include her boss. "I'd never do it with a man I work for, so get that one out of your head," she said.
Still, he wondered, because she always seemed to be a bit looser than she had been before she had started the new job. Their two boys were grown now and were out of the house, and since it had been years since she had given birth to them, her pussy had tightened up, until recently.
'Why? Why does her pussy seem looser again? Is it my imagination, or maybe my cock is getting smaller?' Bill looked down at his cock since he was jacking off while looking at black men, white wives porn on his computer.
In order to see all of his cock he had to rise up so that some of the fat that had accumulated in his pubic mound would not be hiding the base of his cock like it did as he was sitting. He studied his cock and stroked it lovingly with his hand...'It still looks as big as always, which isn't much, but she always likes it.'
Bill sat down again, and well over an inch of his cock disappeared into the pubic mound and hair. Once again he began teasing his cock, the four inches he could grab, stroking it slowly and enjoying the feel as he looked at and read porn.
He was typing lines into Search, and scrolling down through the stories that would come up. Sooner or later he would come to a spot in a story where he would let his cock go, shooting into folded up toilet paper sheets, to be tossed into the toilet.
Usually, it would be a story of an innocent wife, maybe reluctant, being fucked for the first time by someone not her husband. Many of the stories he liked to read were of husbands who had set it up, for the wife to be fucked and she does not know that her husband knows.
But his stories where the wife is being fucked and does not know that her husband has set it up always had the husband secretly or openly watching. Stories where the wife sneaks or where the husband knows she is off being fucked by one or more men, did not interest him. "Why would a husband permit his wife to go off and be fucked, maybe by unknown and maybe unsafe men,' he would think.
No matter what, in those stories, the strange man always has a bigger cock and makes the wife cum better than she ever has before.
Sometimes it is a wife who has never been able to cum with just a cock, her husband's, until now.
One thing that never failed to amaze Bill was the fact that, when he was into those stories, and very likely searching for something new, or re-reading a favorite story, the time seemed to fly. Hours it seemed, were just minutes long, and many a time Bill had to scurry to finish unfinished business, elsewhere.
This routine went on for another couple of weeks, his wife giving him sex reluctantly twice during that time, and Bill finding time to masturbate while reading several more times. Because of his fantasy about her boss, Bill's reading now almost always was about black men getting to white wives.
Because Bill had narrowed his scope, and was looking mostly for black men/white wives, he had even gone to typing in phrases such as 'wife fucked in home break in,' hitting the search button, and reading the stories of ****, often by black men, and the wives cumming endlessly and for the first times, while the white husband sits tied up and dribbles cum on his leg.
He even was finding stories such as having husbands getting on their wives after the **** and enjoying having sloppy seconds, or in some cases, if the story was well written and not overdone, he enjoyed reading about the husbands having to suck the black ******'s cock.
A couple of stories, where the hapless husband had been fucked by the black ****** while the wife watched, had aroused him, and reading one of the stories had gotten Bill off, big time. The husband in that story was taking and secretly enjoying the big cock that had just given his wife her strongest orgasm, she was beside and kissing the black ****** who was fucking her husband, and Bill's orgasm while reading it had drained him.
Big of course, really big those cocks needed to be.
He used Slutwives, Darkwanderer, more. Bill knew many of the sites. He had used them all so many times that his computer automatically brought up the links each time he typed in the first couple of letters. It was like his computer was also addicted to porn, and now, black porn.
Despite all the stories of porn, Bill was finding it harder and harder to find stories that met his needs, because many of the stories went overboard, sometimes into the ridiculous, and too long, broken up into chapters and out of sequence as posted.
Many stories involved too many men getting to a wife, she no longer being innocent and inexperienced, and wanting stories that more matched how his wife would be, Bill often found himself returning to sites he had already visited, and jacking off to favorite stories he had already jacked off to before.
Having resorted to using porn more than before, Bill had mostly put his fantasy of his wife and her black boss on the shelf. Connie seemed to be coming home closer to the times when she should be home if she came directly, and Bill began breathing a bit easier.
They still weren't making love all that often, but Bill's online activities were helping to keep him satisfied.
All seemed to be back to normal, before and when she had first started the new job.
But when Bill did manage to climb on, her pussy still seemed a bit loose. Bill was thinking it was maybe because she is getting older and her body is losing its tone.
Then one night Connie called Bill about half an hour after her quitting time to tell him that she was going to be home later than usual because her boss was throwing a dinner party at his house for clients and she had been expected to attend.
'My wife is going to his home, her black boss's home?' Bill felt his heart drop at the same time it began racing, because she had not mentioned this in advance.
"You're driving over there now?"
"No, I've been here a while and helped to set up the table servings."
In a moment of brilliance, Bill had a thought, a way to see if she is telling the truth. But he needed to word it in such a way that he was not sounding distrusting.
Bill said, "I'm hungry. Send me a photo of the dinner table." He included a Happy Face.
He expected to hear an excuse, some hemming and hawing around, like his wife saying the table has already been cleared or something, but she surprised him.
Connie seemed cheerful with her immediate reply. "O.K. Bill. I know what you might be thinking and I'll send it right now to show I'm telling the truth."
Bill smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like his wife was actually telling the truth about her boss's dinner party.
Then Bill saw the photo, his wife, reflected in the serving dish.
Within minutes Bill was on his computer and searching out a favorite story, of a long time faithful wife fucking her black boss. In a few minutes he would cum, and then when his wife gets home, he might show her the photo she has sent, and maybe not.
Bill Graham was a bit suspicious. His wife Connie was coming home from the office later and later recently. About the same time his wife had started to fend him off in bed, saying she was tired, or not in the mood.
The two or three times in the past month when he did manage to get some, Connie seemed to be even looser than before, especially the evening when he had managed to get her into bed almost as soon as she had came home. That night, her pussy seemed to be unusually wet.
She was fucking him reluctantly, and when he had commented that she seemed to be 'kind of loose tonight.' Connie had came back with, "Well, if your cock was a bit bigger maybe the fit would be better."
"What? What'd you say," Bill exclaimed as he quit pumping.
She had giggled. "I was just kidding Bill. I didn't mean to make you get you all upset."
Connie might have been 'kidding,' but it was maybe a bad thing to have said to her husband since Bill had always been a bit self-conscious about his thin slightly less than six incher.
He was lying with his cock unmoving within her. "Are you sure Connie," Bill began as he used his arms to raise his upper body so that he could look down at her? "I know that since you've had the babies that we don't fit as tight together like we did when we were kids, but the sex still seemed to be good between us."
"You feel fine Bill. I always cum when we do it, and I'm happy with that." And then she reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him.
"Well, as long as you're happy. You had me worried there for a minute."
"I'm sorry Bill. Now give me some of your nice big cock!"
Never having heard that out of her before, he looked into her face. "You're kidding again, right?"
Bill was staying up and above her now so that he could keep looking down and see how it looks as his cock works her pussy. Besides, with him above her like this, she often would go to masturbating herself to get there quicker or maybe to have a more intense orgasm.
She giggled, but Bill sensed it was a nervous giggle. "Of course, Silly. It's not a 'nice big cock,' but it's a nice one. Now help make me cum because it's been a long day and I need to get some rest."
'Nice big cock?' Bill was thinking about that as she began using her fingers on herself while he pumped away. 'She does feel unusually wet tonight though and sort of loose. Why is that? It couldn't be because I have her all turned on, because she was wet like this soon as I got on, and with very little foreplay.'
Connie just came home from work. Bill began wondering if his wife had ever been tempted to mess with her boss, who was black.
He imagined himself to be Jonas, her black boss, mid thirties, tall and strong looking and undoubtedly well hung. What might it be like to have a big black cock and have my wife under me? Bill looked down at his wife as he stayed up on his knees and watched his own cock in her snatch, so nice.
'How would it look with a big black cock in there, stretching her? Would her inner lips just stay in place like they are doing now as I move in and out, or would they grab hold and hang onto a thicker cock, maybe a black cock as it slides back and forth?'
Colnnie had her eyes closed, was smiling slightly, and using her fingers to rub her clitoris. 'What is my wife thinking of right now? Her boss? Another man somewhere? Any big cock, or is she thinking of me as she feels me fucking her with my average size white cock?'
Bill had already begun to think of his cock as 'average' or smaller since it is white, and mostly because of all the reading he had done on web sites featuring black porn.
'I'll test her. "What are you thinking of right now baby? Your eyes are closed and I'm fucking you with my nice hard cock. Is it big enough, or are you fantasizing about someone else? A mystery man maybe, with a big cock, or maybe someone you know, like your boss, and you wonder what he carries between his legs?"
It seemed that she had started masturbating harder when he had mentioned her boss and what he might have between his legs, so Bill went for more. "I've never seen one, but I've heard that some black men have really big cocks. Maybe your boss does, have you ever wondered about that, what he might have?"
Connie didn't answer, instead seeming to frown with her eyes closed, trying to ignore her husband as she masturbated.
"What baby...what? Tell me."
Bill had gone into dangerous territory perhaps, mentioning her boss and the possibility that he might have a big cock. 'Fuck it all to Hell, maybe I should not have said that. She might decide to check him out.'
Whatever Bill had said, it affected her apparently as Connie opened her eyes and looked up at him while looking a bit irritated.
"Bill, dammit, I was getting close to orgasm and you are messing with my mind! Let me go back to my fantasies, no one in particular, and let me cum. I am sure you have fantasies you use when you masturbate."
Oh oh. She had challenged his masculinity, accusing him of masturbating. He did, of course, but that was beside the point.
"Honey, what makes you think I masturbate when I have you?" To add emphasis, Bill shoved his hips forward and rammed his cock into her as his pubic mound smashed against hers. It didn't seem to do that much more for her even though it resulted in his penetrating over an inch deeper.
"Bill, all men jack off, you too I am sure, you and your computer maybe, so just let it lie and let me cum. I want to get to sleep."
'She knows about my computer? She must be guessing since I have a password she doesn't know.'
"O.K. baby. We can do that, but if you ever want to talk to me about your fantasies while I fuck you, feel free."
Almost always, when Bill and Connie discussed the subject of intimate relations between them, it was 'make love,' or 'making love.' But Bill, almost for the first time, had said 'while I fuck you,' and apparently, Connie had accepted willingly, his use of the F word now that the issue of her having sex with others had been broached.
"Not right now, I don't want to talk about my fantasies. But if you want to," she sighed, "you can use a fantasy of your own and talk about me fucking someone else while I masturbate my clit and I'll use my imagination and try to come. Make something up. But talk about me, and not to me, I don't want to be distracted by having to answer."
This was a new one. 'Talk to her about fucking someone else?'
"You want me to make something up while I fuck you and you masturbate, is that it?" Bill knew exactly that is what she had said, but he wanted to hear her say and hear it confirmed again. This was to him, a hot conversation.
"Yes, please." She hesitated, seemed to think for a moment, then started rubbing her clit faster as she added: "Talk about me passionately fucking someone else, a stranger, while I play..."
His heart pounding as his cock stiffened, Bill started coming up with 'things.' As he began talking, he started adding things, repeating things, fantasies he had always had, for years.
Connie had not specifically said 'someone with a big cock,' she had only said 'me passionately fucking,' but Bill took it to the next level.
"You're being fucked baby, fucked passionately by someone with a big cock, a cock you've dreamed about and now, finally, it's here and in your pussy. You're in your marriage bed, your husband is away, and you are having someone over for the first time.
You had let him come into the house, supposedly just to talk. Then he came on to you. At first it was just talk. Then he asked you if you had ever been with another man. You said 'No,' of course, and your face turned red.
He had you aroused, very, but your were afraid not only to let him see it, but also afraid to give in to your own desires.
Then he bluntly said 'in that case it's about time you got fucked by someone different and maybe better.' That shocked you, his blunt language, but deep down you felt a tingling between your legs. You were getting turned on, but you still weren't sure at first, if you wanted to do this."
His voiced fantasy seemed to be having an effect on her, for Connie had begun smiling as she masturbated, eyes closed. encouraged, Bill kept on, while carefully controlling his level of excitement so as not to cum prematurely.
"Then he came up to you and kissed you, catching you by surprise, and your tongue met his. All the while you were thinking, 'this isn't right, I'm married, I can't be doing this. But he kept kissing you, and you felt your pussy becoming wet.
But then as you weakly resisted, he stripped you, actually removed your clothes as you stood in place, your body trembling as he did it.
You weakly tried to resist, your hand meeting his at various places on your body as he unhooked your bra in the front and then bent down to tug your panties past your knees and around your ankles. Then he said, "come here" and pulled you off of your panties as you stepped over them, your body trembling.
Again you turned red at being so exposed to an almost total stranger.
Your clothes, skirt, blouse, brassiere and panties were lying on the floor. Trying to hide your breasts with one arm you started to bend over to pick them up and he said "leave them" and casually kicked them aside with one foot.
You felt a brief moment of fear as you realized how forceful this man is, not asking, but taking.
Then he picked you up off the living room floor and brought you in here. You felt weak, almost helpless as he carried your naked body with his powerful arms and dropped you onto the bed.
Into and onto your marriage bed, baby."
Connie had opened her mouth, and she was masturbating ever faster. Bill thought to himself, 'I'm hitting all her right buttons.'
"At first you had protested as he carried you in his arms, but you really didn't mean it since he has made you so horny. You have been curious for such a long time. Then he laid you onto the mattress and as you laid there naked and looking up at him, he was also looking down at you as he slowly removed his clothes, saving the best for last.
Your eyes widened and your hand moved to your clitoris almost automatically as his cock, already more than half erect, came into view as his shorts came down. Your heart began pounding, your breathing becoming quicker as you involuntarily and without thinking began masturbating as you watched him give his cock a couple of strokes and it thickened as it grew.
It had become like a dream for a few moments, you looking up at him while naked and playing with yourself, and he stroking his cock the same as he stared down at you.
You could feel the heat of your reddened face, and you wanted to meet his eyes with yours, but for right now, it was his cock that had your interest as you watched.
It became longer, yes, but what really excited you is how thick it became. As you ran your tongue over your upper lip, you could see a drop of pre-coital fluid hanging from the tip of his cock. Then he got onto the bed and you immediately opened your legs in invitation.
The time for foreplay was past, and you felt the thickness of his fat head begin to open your tight lips. You were reaching down to guide him, but his head had found your entrance on its own.
You were already wet. Oh so wet. There was no time to waste, and you moaned loudly, hoping the neighbors don't hear as he slipped it in, slowly, stretching you wide as he smiled and watched your face, and then as your heart pounded and you gripped him by the ass, he went deep."
It seemed to be affecting his wife and Bill went on.
"Over twenty two years and you've only had one familiar cock, your husband's cock, a cock that used to have a good fit, but now feels small to you.
At last you are having someone else. Someone else with a big cock that can open you wide, and make your pussy lips cling lovingly around his cock as he slides in and out, then goes deep, really deep, touching places never touched before. You're cheating for the first time and you experience a moment of guilt, but the guilt is being washed away because his cock feels so good!"
Connie sighed loudly and sort of raised her hips off the bed in an attempt to get more of his thin shaft deeper into herself. Bill noticed that his wife seemed to be breathing harder now, her eyes shut tight, her mouth more open as she sucked in air. It looked like his story telling was working.
'Why not go for the really crude? I'm going to use a word I am sure she detests, so let's test her.'
"He is not married to you, this nice looking stranger that managed to come into your home and get you onto your marriage bed. He thinks of your pussy as his cunt now, his cunt to have and enjoy and he knows that he is giving you something you've never had before because you have told him, while he's fucking you, and admitted to him that your husband's cock is smaller, and can not stretch your cunt wide and go deep like his can.
You know that you have revealed a personal secret about your husband and your relationship with him that should have remained a secret but you are so aroused that it all came pouring out in gratitude."
Connie sighed, and as Bill watched her face closely, he saw her smile. It was a little smile, perhaps not intended for him to see, but Bill saw it.
Bill wondered: 'Did perhaps, something like that happen to her if she has been cheating?' Joe went on with his wildly imaginative story.
"Sometimes, when he moves his cock into a certain angle inside you, he is hitting your G spot, something your husband has never managed to find, or touch with his cock. It feels incredible, and you reach an orgasm of such intensity that it takes you a while to regain your breath."
Connie moaned, and as Bill looked down at her, she orgasmed, hard. Bill waited until she had calmed some. "He really made you cum, didn't he?"
Connie went along. "Yes, he really turned me on. That was one of my best ever cums."
Bill was elated. 'Am I perhaps, hitting close to home? Does she have fantasies like this, or maybe, she's actually acted on those fantasies?'
He kept fucking her slow and began creating fantasies for her, and once again, Connie began masturbating. Apparently, having cum once, she wanted more.
Bill kept up with his fantasies that he had always had about her, laying them out and watching her reaction. Bill also noticed that his wife was not, it seemed, trying to immediately reach orgasm again because she was sometimes stopping her stroking, like she was stopping the climb to orgasm, so she could make this last longer and maybe hear more of this fantasy Bill was making for her. This was a new development in their marriage.
"At first, when this act had begun, you were thinking it needed to happen quick, get it over with so you could think about it and decide if it is something you might want to repeat, or never allow to happen again. But now, his fucking your cunt with his magnificent thick and long prick has made your decision for you and you know that you want this to keep happening, anytime your husband is away."
Bill was elated. He had managed to use the C word, multiple times, and she had not complained. He began using a little more force in his fucking, trying to feel larger to her if that was possible. Then he had an idea and tried it, something never tried before, but she is so wet...
Bill reached under and dipped his right index finger into all the wetness surrounding her...cunt, and then, carefully, he slipped the finger into her pussy alongside his cock, and instantly the feel became tight, very tight. She groaned.
"You like that, how tight if feels?"
"Yes. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it's good too."
Bill worked his finger in as deep as he could get it alongside his cock and began stroking again.
"Your cunt Connie, is being fucked good, like never before, by a man with a big thick cock, and you are going to cum like never before."
It seemed to be working as Bill pulled up from his mind many of the phrases he had read online. Dirty phrases. Phrases and words that taken out of context, like when an innocent wife is just hearing them, would insult her, maybe make her mad. But now, while she is actually being fucked, they seem to arouse her, even more than usual.
"Sometimes he lays his upper body down on yours, and you can feel the heat emanating from his body. As his lips meet yours, you respond with passion, taking him in, his tongue, his cock, all you can get."
It was a bit awkward, but Bill managed to keep his finger in there at the same time as he was leaning forward over Connie and kissing her. She responded stronger than usual.
Bill decided, unwisely perhaps, to go directly to her black boss, a fantasy he had been harboring for weeks. "He came over using the pretense that he needed to discuss a work project with you. He got into your house while your husband is out of town, and it's your boss who is fucking you Connie, your black boss with his big black cock, fucking your cunt, stretching your cunt lips, using your cunt as his own, and it can make you cum like your husband never could."
"Oooh..." Connie began to moan, and Bill knew now that surely she must be using the fantasy of her boss fucking her to try to come. Again.
The fit between them now certainly seemed to be filling the bill.
"His black cock is deep within your wet cunt, stretching it and giving you sensations all along the sides and in deep. You can feel the knob on the end of his big cock rubbing against your walls, sometimes coming up far enough to stretch your lips opened and closed, and feeling really good.
Now he is again placing his lips over yours while reaching with his tongue, and you respond, respond eagerly as you kiss him back."
Testing her reaction, Bill leaned down to kiss his wife and she responded warmly, but Bill suspected that even now, she was kissing her fantasy lover and not him.
Then Bill forgot his directions to talk about her and not to, and unthinkingly involved Connie by asking.
"Isn't that right baby? You're cheating with Jonas, your boss, in your cunt and it feels good?"
Annoyed, maybe disappointed that Bill had interrupted her fantasy, Connie ignored him, and turning her head away, began rubbing her pussy harder in an attempt to get back to where she had been seconds before.
'Shit, I fucked up.'
Shutting up now with the questions, Bill did his job, fucking her harder and working hard to keep his finger inserted while still saying things like 'bigger cock, and once more, 'your boss's big black cock,' and in no time, surprisingly after he had said 'your boss's big black cock in your cunt', she orgasmed, and it seemed stronger than usual.
Bill came right behind her, flooding her pussy with cum and adding to the slippery feel she had when he had first started, and while wondering if his talking about other men including her boss, especially her boss, had helped get her off.
When he slipped his finger out before his cock, Connie sighed and said, "that feels better."
"Better? After I pulled it out?"
"Yes, better. It was feeling good for a while because of the stretching and going along with my...with your fantasy, but it was beginning to feel uncomfortable too because all the feeling was on one side of my..." she giggled, "my cunt, and I was very aware that it was not really a big cock I was feeling, but the stretching still felt good. But I came, thankfully, before I had to ask you to take it out."
"So you admit it then, that a bigger cock would feel better?"
She sighed, realizing maybe that she was admitting to things he might, inwardly, resent. "I really don't know Bill. Being stretched further did feel good, for a little while, but it's kind of hard to compare that to what a real cock, a bigger one, would feel like since I've never had one."
She seemed to think for a minute, then asked: "Your orgasm was good for you? I feel really wet inside."
"Yes. It was a good one. I enjoyed seeing you enjoying yourself a lot."
"Good. Now, let me up."
She was asleep only minutes after finishing and draining his cum in the toilet.
Far as Bill knew, his wife had always been faithful. He had taken her cherry on their wedding night, and since then Connie had given birth to two boys. Her pussy had changed some with childbirth, no longer as tight around his cock as before, especially after the second son had been born, but she still seemed to enjoy sex with her husband, until recently.
At 42, her body was a bit plumper on the lower half then it was early on, but Connie's tits were especially nice, and overall she was still nice enough to eat, ride, and enjoy.
Good enough, he worried, to attract a boss who might not be afraid to mess with 'the hired help.' Then and there, Bill decided that he should not be bringing up her boss in any fantasy. It might, he feared, actually give her ideas.
For a while after that, Connie seemed to be more ready, more willing to have sex, but each time Bill had to do the initiating.
He tried the using fantasy bit a couple of times, and Connie warned him not to include her boss. "I'd never do it with a man I work for, so get that one out of your head," she said.
Still, he wondered, because she always seemed to be a bit looser than she had been before she had started the new job. Their two boys were grown now and were out of the house, and since it had been years since she had given birth to them, her pussy had tightened up, until recently.
'Why? Why does her pussy seem looser again? Is it my imagination, or maybe my cock is getting smaller?' Bill looked down at his cock since he was jacking off while looking at black men, white wives porn on his computer.
In order to see all of his cock he had to rise up so that some of the fat that had accumulated in his pubic mound would not be hiding the base of his cock like it did as he was sitting. He studied his cock and stroked it lovingly with his hand...'It still looks as big as always, which isn't much, but she always likes it.'
Bill sat down again, and well over an inch of his cock disappeared into the pubic mound and hair. Once again he began teasing his cock, the four inches he could grab, stroking it slowly and enjoying the feel as he looked at and read porn.
He was typing lines into Search, and scrolling down through the stories that would come up. Sooner or later he would come to a spot in a story where he would let his cock go, shooting into folded up toilet paper sheets, to be tossed into the toilet.
Usually, it would be a story of an innocent wife, maybe reluctant, being fucked for the first time by someone not her husband. Many of the stories he liked to read were of husbands who had set it up, for the wife to be fucked and she does not know that her husband knows.
But his stories where the wife is being fucked and does not know that her husband has set it up always had the husband secretly or openly watching. Stories where the wife sneaks or where the husband knows she is off being fucked by one or more men, did not interest him. "Why would a husband permit his wife to go off and be fucked, maybe by unknown and maybe unsafe men,' he would think.
No matter what, in those stories, the strange man always has a bigger cock and makes the wife cum better than she ever has before.
Sometimes it is a wife who has never been able to cum with just a cock, her husband's, until now.
One thing that never failed to amaze Bill was the fact that, when he was into those stories, and very likely searching for something new, or re-reading a favorite story, the time seemed to fly. Hours it seemed, were just minutes long, and many a time Bill had to scurry to finish unfinished business, elsewhere.
This routine went on for another couple of weeks, his wife giving him sex reluctantly twice during that time, and Bill finding time to masturbate while reading several more times. Because of his fantasy about her boss, Bill's reading now almost always was about black men getting to white wives.
Because Bill had narrowed his scope, and was looking mostly for black men/white wives, he had even gone to typing in phrases such as 'wife fucked in home break in,' hitting the search button, and reading the stories of ****, often by black men, and the wives cumming endlessly and for the first times, while the white husband sits tied up and dribbles cum on his leg.
He even was finding stories such as having husbands getting on their wives after the **** and enjoying having sloppy seconds, or in some cases, if the story was well written and not overdone, he enjoyed reading about the husbands having to suck the black ******'s cock.
A couple of stories, where the hapless husband had been fucked by the black ****** while the wife watched, had aroused him, and reading one of the stories had gotten Bill off, big time. The husband in that story was taking and secretly enjoying the big cock that had just given his wife her strongest orgasm, she was beside and kissing the black ****** who was fucking her husband, and Bill's orgasm while reading it had drained him.
Big of course, really big those cocks needed to be.
He used Slutwives, Darkwanderer, more. Bill knew many of the sites. He had used them all so many times that his computer automatically brought up the links each time he typed in the first couple of letters. It was like his computer was also addicted to porn, and now, black porn.
Despite all the stories of porn, Bill was finding it harder and harder to find stories that met his needs, because many of the stories went overboard, sometimes into the ridiculous, and too long, broken up into chapters and out of sequence as posted.
Many stories involved too many men getting to a wife, she no longer being innocent and inexperienced, and wanting stories that more matched how his wife would be, Bill often found himself returning to sites he had already visited, and jacking off to favorite stories he had already jacked off to before.
Having resorted to using porn more than before, Bill had mostly put his fantasy of his wife and her black boss on the shelf. Connie seemed to be coming home closer to the times when she should be home if she came directly, and Bill began breathing a bit easier.
They still weren't making love all that often, but Bill's online activities were helping to keep him satisfied.
All seemed to be back to normal, before and when she had first started the new job.
But when Bill did manage to climb on, her pussy still seemed a bit loose. Bill was thinking it was maybe because she is getting older and her body is losing its tone.
Then one night Connie called Bill about half an hour after her quitting time to tell him that she was going to be home later than usual because her boss was throwing a dinner party at his house for clients and she had been expected to attend.
'My wife is going to his home, her black boss's home?' Bill felt his heart drop at the same time it began racing, because she had not mentioned this in advance.
"You're driving over there now?"
"No, I've been here a while and helped to set up the table servings."
In a moment of brilliance, Bill had a thought, a way to see if she is telling the truth. But he needed to word it in such a way that he was not sounding distrusting.
Bill said, "I'm hungry. Send me a photo of the dinner table." He included a Happy Face.
He expected to hear an excuse, some hemming and hawing around, like his wife saying the table has already been cleared or something, but she surprised him.
Connie seemed cheerful with her immediate reply. "O.K. Bill. I know what you might be thinking and I'll send it right now to show I'm telling the truth."
Bill smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like his wife was actually telling the truth about her boss's dinner party.
Then Bill saw the photo, his wife, reflected in the serving dish.
Within minutes Bill was on his computer and searching out a favorite story, of a long time faithful wife fucking her black boss. In a few minutes he would cum, and then when his wife gets home, he might show her the photo she has sent, and maybe not.
