Amy's Black Cock Fantasy

Amy's Black Cock Fantasy

by RLM
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Steve:

I was waiting patiently in the den for my wife. As usual, Amy was late. I wouldn't have minded waiting at all if I had thought there was the slightest possibility that she was late because she was busy putting on her makeup and the new dress I had bought for her several weeks before. However, I knew with as close to certainty as possible that there was no chance of that.

I had tried every thing during the last few years Amy to spark her sexual libido, but without success. I had recognized this problem while we were dating, but had hoped to be able to change things. "After all," I had thought, "everyone has sexual fantasies that excite them. All I have to do is find the ones that really enflame Amy's desire." But after many years of failed efforts, I had just about given up. If my wife had any fantasies, she kept them a carefully guarded secret.

It was another 15 minutes before Amy made her appearance... without makeup, as usual... and wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, again, as usual. It was more than I could stand.

"What took you so long? It seems to me that pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt wouldn't take more a couple of minutes."

"It didn't, but I took a long soaking bath. You know how much I like to do that. Anyway, what's the problem? We're just going out for some Mexican food. There's no time table we have to meet, is there?"

"No. I guess not."

"So, why so grouchy?"

"I was hoping you'd wear the new dress I bought you and put on some makeup."

"How many times are we going to have this conversation, Paul? I might wear that dress in the bedroom for you on vacation, but that's it.”

“Why does it have to be that way, Amy? On our honeymoon, you wore hot outfits. We even went to a tattoo parlor where you had both a clit ring and a tat while I watched. What’s wrong with wearing something a little sexy?”

My wife was obviously getting angry. “That was different!” she stormed. “It was our honeymoon, and I only got that ridiculous ring and tat because you wanted them. In fact, I’m thinking about having both of them removed. Now do you want to go out to dinner or spend the next two hours arguing? Personally, I really don't want to discuss this. Ok?"

I nodded my agreement. What else could I do?

All through dinner I alternated between looking at the women who were dressed somewhere between attractive to sexy and watching my wife to see if any of the men caught her eye. As usual, she gave no indication that she was even aware of their presence. But then, for the first time, I noticed something.

We were having dessert, sapodillas with sprinkled sugar and honey, when I looked up to say comment on how good they were. Amy had her head down apparently concentrating on the two sapodillas on her plate, but I could see that her eyes were up and looking off to the side. It was so unlike her that I had to restrain myself from looking in that direction immediately. I knew if I did, she would move her eyes back to the dessert in front of her.

Very slowly, without moving my head, I lifted my eyes and turned them in the direction she was staring. At first, all I saw was a group of the men from my department with their wives. Amy had seen them all many times and never given any of them or their wives a second glance, but now she was obviously very interested in something or someone. I continued to keep my eyes on the group while keeping my head down as if I were looking at the sapodillas.

I was about to give up when I saw a very slight movement of Amy's head in the direction of the group. It was as if she couldn't get a good enough view with her head down so she turned it ever so slightly. Once more, I moved my eyes in that direction and this time I saw a man walking confidently toward the large table where the rest of the group was seated. He was obviously returning from the men's room, which was why I hadn't seen him when I first looked in their direction.

As he approached the table, I could see my wife's eyes following his every step. He had the body of a trained athlete, not surprising since he had just graduated from college where he had been the starting quarterback on the football team and the shortstop on the baseball team. His movements were smooth, well coordinated, confident, and purposeful. His strong jaw and handsome face complemented his well-conditioned, 6' 2", 190 lb body perfectly. Amy seemed mesmerized.

He wasn't with a woman, and I knew the reason why. Steve wasn't married. We had just hired him the previous week, and this was the first time Amy had seen him. She seemed unable to tear her eyes away from him long enough to eat the sapodillas. I knew it wasn't just the fact that he was handsome, sexy, virile-looking, confident, etc. She had seen a lot of men like that and had ignored them completely. But this man was one of my associates whom she knew she would be seeing often at parties and socially. The other difference was that fact that Steve was black.

The longer we sat there, the more enthralled my wife became with Steve. She had forgotten that I was even at the table. After five minutes or so, I saw my wife's mouth open slightly... a moment later, I saw the tip of her tongue emerge and slowly move over her top lip.

"Are you about finished? Was something wrong with your sapodillas?" I asked.

"Oh... no. No. They're fine. I shouldn't have ordered them. I didn't realize how full I was."

"I just noticed some of my colleagues and their wives come in. They're over at that large table. Let's stop and say hello. Do you mind?"

Most of the time, Amy had no interest in socializing with my colleagues, but tonight she said, "Of course not! It would very rude to ignore our friends. Let's go over."

I walked behind my wife as we approached their table. Even from behind her, I could see that her eyes were locked on Steve. I had no doubt that she was excited... maybe even wet. That thought caused my cock to stiffen slightly. When we reached the table, I greeted all of my friends.

"We just saw all of you come in. Wish we had known that you planned to come here tonight. We could have arranged schedules to join you. We just finished eating. All of you know my wife Amy?"

"Everyone except Steve nodded and greeted her with a smile. She had trouble even looking at them long enough to acknowledge their greeting. As soon as she did so, her eyes were back on Steve who was openly appraising her.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting your wife, Paul. In fact, I suspect you've been deliberately hiding her from me. Can't say that I blame you."

"Oh. That's right. You haven't met Amy. Amy, this is our new engineer, Steve Markham. He just joined the firm this last week."

Steve's eyes were now taking in all of my wife's body. Even though she wore jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, her large breasts made sizable dents in the front of the shirt and the jeans molded every curve of her thighs and ass. He took it all in, and I could feel my wife's nervous motions against me. "Hello, Amy. Every guy in the firm seems to have a gorgeous wife except me. I'm delighted to meet you."

My wife's body actually trembled when she moved forward, her hand extended, and said, "It's very nice meeting you as well."

She obviously expected Steve to shake her hand. He took one look at her extended hand and grinned, "I only shake hands with guys. I prefer to greet a woman with a kiss on the cheek. May I?"

Amy couldn't turn her cheek fast enough as she stepped even closer. Steve never even glanced at me when he planted a very soft kiss on her cheek. It only lasted a few seconds, but I still felt my wife's body shudder slightly. Glancing at her cheek, I saw that it was wet where Steve had kissed her. Obviously, he had caressed the cheek with his tongue when he had kissed her.

We chatted for a few minutes about trivia. The entire time neither Amy nor Steve spoke. Most of the time, their eyes were locked... except when Steve would break eye contact to let his eyes roam over my wife's thrusting breasts, her narrow waist, and her thrusting, full ass. I couldn't see Amy's eyes from my position, but I had the feeling that while Steve was examining her breasts and ass, she was taking in his muscular, hard body and the large bulge in his pants.

On the way home, I asked Amy if she had enjoyed the evening.

"Oh yes. It was a wonderful evening. I'm so glad we got to meet everyone before we left."

"What do you think of our new engineer?"

"Who?"

"You know... Steve. The guy who kissed your cheek rather than shake your hand."

"I hardly know him. If you hired him, he must be good though."

"Sort of forward though, don't you think? After all, kissing you on the cheek couldn't have been something you would have expected."

"It was just a peck. I thought it was sort of a nice gesture."

"He's incredibly handsome, don't you think?"

"I wouldn't go that far. He's nice looking."

I was smiling as I drove home. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my wife with her eyes closed, her tongue sliding sensuously over her top lip. Before we were halfway home, I saw her squeezing her thighs together. By the time I pulled into our driveway, her hand was between her thighs.

Usually, I’m out of the car much ahead of my wife. That’s actually the norm for most couples. But tonight was very different. As soon as the car came to a stop, Amy was out the door and into our house. She was in such a rush, her big tits were bouncing erotically every time she took a step.

It took me a few minutes to secure the garage door. By the time I entered our living room, my wife had shed her sweatshirt and removed her jeans. She was reclining on our sofa in her bra and panties with her legs spread and her hand inside her panties. I was stunned. I was also hard… very hard. Amy’s panties were transparent, and I could see her hand moving sensuously over and through the wet folds of her pussy. Her hand blocked my view of her clitoris, but I was certain it was engorged and erect. I had not seen my wife masturbate since our honeymoon, and even then, she didn’t do it as erotically as she was doing it now.

When she saw me staring at her, I fully expected her to stop and flush red with embarrassment, but she didn’t. In fact, if anything, her hand began moving more rapidly over her pussy and clit. I even saw her fingers dipping into her wet vagina. My cock felt like an iron bar about to rip my pants apart. I was speechless, but Amy wasn’t.

“I can’t help it, Honey. The other women at dinner tonight were all dressed so sexy. I could see that it turned you on. At first, I got jealous… then I got excited… really excited. It’s been a week since we made love. Would you like to make love to me right now? Please,” she pleaded as her hand continued to work on her now throbbing clit.

“Do you want me to make love to you? Or would you prefer that I fuck you?”

Lying back on the sofa, Amy spread her legs while keeping her hand working inside her panties. “Fuck me, Darling. Fuck your hot wife,” she hissed.

Moving behind the couch, I squeezed her large breasts bring hot moans from my wife. Her moans increased when I lowered the bra straps and uncovered both tits. As soon as my fingers began working her hard nipples, the moans changed to hot groans. “Make yourself cum first,” I demanded.

“Oh yesss! I’m almost there.”\

“I know you are. Fuck yourself. Hard!”

Her hand moved even faster. Her mouth opened wide as her tongue flicked over her top lip. I could see her fingers working her G-spot. Her hips arched as her pelvis began rapid fuck motions.

“AAHHHHHH… CUMMING! I’M CUMMING. AAAHHHHH! UGH! UGH! I’M FUCKING IT… AAAHHHH!”

Gradually her fingers slowed and then stopped as she pressed her thighs together in the aftermath of her orgasm. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

My answer was to rip her panties off tearing them in half in the process. Her legs spread wide again as I pulled the shredded garment off her hips leaving her naked save for her heels and the useless bra bunched around her waist. Her big tits heaved. Her hips again arched off the sofa in invitation.

It took me less than a minute to get out of my clothes and between my wife’s legs.

“Hurry! Hurry! Put it in me! I can’t wait any longer to feel it in me. FUCK ME!”

Hoisting her left leg high in the, I nailed my shaft balls deep on the first thrust. Amy howled and dropped her right leg flat on the sofa.

“OH GOD! IT’S GOING INTO MEEE! That big cock is sinking into my cunt. AAAHHHH… SHIT! HE’S STRETCHING ME OPEN FOR HIS BIG COCK… RAM IT INTO MEEEEE… FUCK ME, STUD!”

Amy’s hips arched and thrust upward. Every time I rammed down into her waiting cunt, she rammed her pelvis against me. Each entry into the bottom of her cunt brought wild grunts and screams from her.

“Oh yes! Fuck me! Keep fucking me! Oooohhh give it to me! Uunngghh! That big cock is throbbing inside me… He’s about to cum. I know he’s going to cum in my cunt… Oh shit! Fuck me! Cum in me!”

I did exactly that, and my wife never stopped moaning and telling me how she could feel my cock jerking inside her cunt and shooting cum into her. I couldn’t even count her orgasms. It seemed to me like her pussy was in a constant state of convulsive climax.

After shooting my first load into my wife’s cunt, my never lost its erection. Flipping her onto her knees and boosting her hips, I rammed back into her throbbing box.

“Oh fuck! OH FUCK! Oooohhh… he’s fucking me again… Oh yes! Screw me… screw my hot cunt, Lover. Ram it into meeee!”

For about 10 minutes, I continued to pound in and out of her. Again and again, her vagina contracted and throbbed around my shaft, and Amy never stopped moaning.


“You’re gonna cum in my pussy again, aren’t you… I can feel your dick getting bigger… aaahhh… shit… he’s gonna shoot more cum into meee… Yes! Yes! Yes! Do it! Oh god! He’s shooting… his big cock it unloading inside my cunt… aahhhh…. I’m cumming… I’m cumming on his cock!”

This time I collapsed over my wife’s back when my orgasm abated. She was still moaning softly as her pussy continued to pulse around my cock. I didn’t have the slightest doubt about whose cock she was thinking about as I had fucked her.

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A Visit to the Office:

It is was less than three days later on Monday that my wife came by my office during the day to see me... at least that was her story. I was naturally somewhat suspicious as this was only the third time in several years that she had come by my office. Those suspicions were fueled by the fact that she was wearing an outfit that I had never seen before, and one that was considerably sexier than any she had ever been willing to wear before.

I happened to be looking out of my office window when I saw Amy's car pulling into the parking lot. At first, I thought it had to be someone driving a similar model and color, but when the driver emerged, I saw that it was indeed my wife, and she was dressed hot. If I needed any evidence of that fact, it was provided by the two men who passed just as she got out of the car. They both stopped and stared at Amy's legs as she emerged. After she had gotten out of the car, she posed beside the car giving them both a big smile. Flustered, they hurried on their way.

Knowing my wife was on her way to my office, I met her in the lobby. "Hi. What in the world brings you here? Haven't seen you in this office in over a year."

"I was just doing some shopping. How do you like my new outfit?"

"I love it! You knew I would."

"I know," she grinned. "That's why I bought it. Just stopped by to show it off to you and see if you wanted to go to lunch with me."

"I'd love to take a gorgeous woman out to lunch. Come on in my office. I have to finish up signing some requisitions and then we'll be on our way."

Amy took a seat on the couch just in front of the outside window of my office while I busied myself signing documents. Glancing up, I saw that she had her knees pressed firmly together in what would have been a modest posture except for the fact that her shirt was short and ******* a long expanse of her legs, which she had out to the side. Even with her knees pressed together, her posture was still erotic enough that I felt my cock beginning to get hard.

I was almost finished with the documents when Steve poked his head in the door. "Hi, Amy," he said with smile that was mixture of a grin and a leer.

"Hi, Steve. Nice seeing you again."

"Paul, could you look over these papers. I'm ordering some equipment, and I'm not certain that I've got all the forms I need, and I'm not sure that I filled every thing out correctly."

"Sure. No problem."

When Steve waited in my doorway with the papers extended, I got up and walked over to where he was standing and began to examine the forms.

The first couple of pages seemed to be fine. When I looked up to tell him that, I noticed that his eyes were looking past me toward my wife who was now seated behind me. After inspecting the third page, I saw he was still staring in my wife's direction.

I was tempted to turn and look myself, but that seemed just too awkward. Then, I remembered the mirror perched on top of the filing cabinet just to my right. I have it there to allow me to comb my hair and fix my tie without going down to the men's room. Fortunately, the angle of the mirror was perfect for me to see my wife's reflection clearly.

I was no longer puzzled about why Steve seemed totally uninterested in my assessment of the accuracy of his forms. In fact, I rather suspected that he had known they were fine when he came in. He had seen my wife when she entered our offices and wanted a closer look. He was certainly getting a much better look at her than he had probably anticipated when he came into my office.

My wife was now sitting on the couch with her knees slightly steepled and far apart. The position completely ******* the entire plane of her pussy. Her black panties seemed to glisten with her wetness. If that wasn't enough, she had her hands at the bodice of her blouse pulling it open even further so that at least the upper third of both of her big tits were *******.

"I'm not sure this fourth page has all the necessary account numbers correct. Sorry to keep you waiting, Steve. I just need a little more time to check."

"No problem, Paul. That's why I came to see you. I wanted to be certain that I didn't mess things up my second week on the job. Take your time, I'm in no rush."

I was certain that he was in no rush the way my wife was showing off her body for his benefit. In the mirror, I saw Amy pulling her blouse down even further. Finally, I could see the tops of her nipples beginning to peek over the top edge of her bra.

On impulse, I said, "Would you mind waiting a moment, Steve. I need to check one of these account numbers with Martin. I think he may have changed it last week. Just take a minute. Every thing else is fine."

"Sure. Let’s make certain that I have it right."

Retreating to one of the desks in the outer office, I kept my wife in my line of sight. If she had looked in my direction, she would have seen me watching, but her full attention was riveted on Steve.

With only a minute or so, she wasted no time. I watched, entranced, as my wife quickly opened her blouse to ****** her black bra completely. She posed seductively like that for Steve. With Steve facing away from me, all I could see was his arm moving slowly. It was obvious that he was squeezing and stroking his dick while watching my wife.

The sight of his big cock must have inflamed my wife still further because a moment later, she pulled her bra down below her tits and cupped them. Steve's arm moved even faster.

I thought the show must surely be over. I could walk in at any time, but Amy wanted to show him even more. Leaving her tits bare, she pulled up her short skirt and ran her hand between her thighs over her panty-covered pussy. Steve's arm moved faster still. I wondered if he had his cock out jacking off in my office while my wife ******* herself like a brazen whore.



"Ah, here it is," I announced in a voice loud enough for them to hear. Instantly, my wife dropped her skirt back in place, and pulled up her bra to cover her tits. She had turned toward the window when I reentered the room. I could see her arms moving slightly as she rebuttoned her blouse.

"You had the account numbers right after all, Steve. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. The forms are perfect."

"Thanks, Paul. It was good seeing you again, Amy. Hope I get to see more of you."

As Steve returned to his own office, I was pretty sure I knew exactly what else he hoped to see about my wife.

Almost an hour later, Amy and I were having lunch at a small Italian restaurant we both liked. "Steve is really taken by you," I commented as she ate her salad.

"Why do you say that?"

"I could tell by the way he looked at you."

"How was that?"

"Exactly the way a man looks at a woman he wants to fuck."

"Really? Are you just teasing me? Do you think that young man really wants to make love to me?"

"I didn't say that. I said he wants to fuck you."

My wife blushed a deep red. "Well, I guess men are that way."

"Sort of rutting beasts, you mean?"

"Yes... sort of."

"How about you? Does he turn you on?"

"Of course not! That's absurd!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. There was no reason for me to say that."

"I should think not!"

"Oh... by the way, don't forget we're hosting the fall party for the division this coming weekend. Have you called the caterers?"

"I have. Every thing's taken care of."

"Great. Thanks. I won't worry about it then."

As Amy was just getting into her car to leave, she turned back to me and asked, "Will everyone of the employees be attending the party next weekend."

It wasn't necessary for me to ask if she had any particular employee in mind. I just replied, "As far as I know. No one's told me that aren't coming. Should I ask them to let you know if they can't be there?"

"No... no, that's not necessary. I'm sure they'll all be there."

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Interlude:

From time to time on Tuesday, I checked on Steve. Every time I checked, I found him working in his office or somewhere within the office complex. For lunch, he went out with two of the other men and was back at his desk promptly at 1:10 PM. Obviously, he hadn't met my wife during the day. Since I was with her in the evening, I knew they had not been together.

On Wednesday, I went through the same routine, but this time with different results. Slightly before 10 AM, I saw Steve leaving the office complex. It could be nothing or it could be something. I had checked the location of his car before coming in to work that morning and had parked mine is discreet distance away.

On my way out, I told my secretary I had a meeting would be gone until later in the day. She nodded and made a note. As Director, I'm often out of the office so my action set off no alarm bells. Once out the door, I quickly took the executive elevator which allowed me to reach my car before Steve reached his.

When his car left the parking lot, I was about a half block behind. I briefly wondered if they planned a rendezvous at my house, but then realized that would be too risky. The neighbors might notice Steve's car or see him. My analysis proved to be correct when I saw his car entering the parking lot of a Holiday Inn near the freeway.

I stayed in my car watching as Steve parked near the back of the units. Since the Inn was laid out more in the style of a motel than a hotel, they could get to their room without going through the lobby and risk being seen by someone who knew one of them. Steve walked quickly to one of the rooms on the ground floor near the back and knocked twice. A moment later, the door opened and he vanished from sight. I checked my watch. It was 10:14 AM.

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As I expected after the erotic show I had put on for him in my husband's office on Monday, my phone rang shortly after Paul had arrived for work Tuesday morning. That's exactly when I expected it as I knew Steve would want to be certain that I was alone before he called.

"Hello," I said when I had picked up the receiver.

"I'm sure you know who this is."

"Of course I know. How are you this morning, Steve?"

"Hard, but you knew that."

"I wasn't sure, but I had hoped so."

"You're a hot, cockteasing, Bitch, Amy."

"I guess I am, but it's your fault. I got wet as soon as I saw you Saturday night in the restaurant."

"Do you do more than just get men hard?"

"I never have before."

"And now?"

"Now, I'm hotter than I've ever been."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"I do, but I want to hear you say it."

"You're the hottest, sexiest man I think I've ever seen. For years, every time my husband has fucked me, I've fantasized about it being a powerful, black stud. But you're even more erotic and handsome than my fantasy men."

"Have you had black cock before?"

"No... never."

"That situation is going to change very soon. I'm going to fuck you... you know that, don't you?"

"Yes. I hope so. When will you fuck me?"

"Whenever I feel like it. The first time will be tomorrow morning. I have reserved a room at the Holiday Inn on Maryfield Avenue just off the freeway. It's Room 162, ground floor, toward the back. Get the key at the front desk. Be in the room and ready by 9:45 AM. I'll arrive shortly after that and knock exactly twice. Be ready... understand?"

"Yes."

"I don't wear condoms... ever!"

"I'm on the pill. That won't be a problem."

"I may take you off the pill later on. I enjoy fucking unprotected, married cunt."

"Ooohh god."

"You're hot and wet right now, aren't you?"

"Oh yes," I hissed in a hot whisper.

"Are your fingers in your cunt?"

"Yessss... deep."

"How many?"

"Three fingers in and my thumb on my clitoris."

"My cock is much bigger than three of your fingers."

"Aaahhhh... I'm about to cum just thinking about it."

"Hot cunted bitch!"

"OOoohhhh... "

"Be certain your ass is cleaned and lubed tomorrow morning."

"AAaahhhhh aaahhhh oohhhh!"

"Did you cum, Slut?"

"Almost there... ooohhh god... so wet... sooo hot."

"STOP! NOW!"

"What? But I'm right on the verge... my clit is throbbing so hard."

"If you cum now, I won't fuck you tomorrow morning. I want you climbing the walls when I take you in the morning. Take your hand out of your cunt, Amy. Do not allow Paul to fuck you tonight."

"Paul's at work. Come to the house... Please. Fuck me now. And in the morning. I need it. Please!"

“From now on, you spread and fuck whenever I tell you. Understand?”

“Ooohhh gawd… yes!”

“What do you understand?”

“You’re going to fuck me a lot… whenever you get hard and want me, I’m going to be fucked.”

“In your married cunt.”

“Yes!”

“In you hot, sexy ass.”

“Oh yes… Oh yes!”

"In the morning... Room 162. Tits and cunt out and ready."

The phone went dead leaving me with a wildly throbbing pussy and clit. I knew by tomorrow morning, I would be a shuddering mass of female lust.

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As soon as I heard the two knocks on the door, I rushed to open it being careful to stand to the side so I could not be seen by anyone outside. As Steve had ordered me to be naked except for my heels, I really didn't want anyone seeing me... other than him, of course.

As soon as he had closed the door, I was standing beside the bed, hands my hips, posing like a hot whore. "Is this the way you wanted to see me, Steve?"

"Not really. You're naked except for your heels, as I told you to be, but the way I want to see you is on the bed with your legs wide open. Lie down on your back and spread... wide open and arch your ass so I can see that hot, white cunt."

I scrambled onto the bed on my back and opened my legs as wide as I could spread them. The position made it difficult to arch my ass, but I got it as high as I could and held it there.

"What a hot, sexy cunt you've got, Baby. Did you make it cum yesterday?"

"No... I didn't. I wanted to... oh god, I wanted to. My pussy has been soaked ever since. I was afraid my husband would smell my pussy and fuck me when you told me not to, so I stayed as far away from him as possible and kept my legs closed. Please, Steve, make me cum!"

I love hearing married white sluts begging for it... you are begging me to fuck you, aren't you?"

"OOohhh yesss... please... fuck me. Hard... Deep. Really give it to me!"

"Have you cleaned and lubed your asshole, Bitch?"

"Oh yesss... I almost came when I did it this morning."

"Turn over onto your knees. Arch your hips and show me your ass hole, Slut."

I flipped over and lowered my head to the bed arching my ass at the same time. “I hope you like my ass, Steve. My asshole is really tight because I rarely allow Paul to fuck me there. Reaching back, I spread my cheeks totally ******** the puckered bud of ass hole. "Can you see it now, Lover. It's clean and ready for you, Darling."



"Finger fuck your ass now, Amy. Pump it but don't cum."

I began thrusting my fingers in and out of my ass as I watched Steve strip. God... he looked like a devilish Adonis... powerful, rippling muscles, a closely cropped dark black beard, but most of all, a hugely long and thick cock. I couldn't tear my eyes off of his pulsing shaft. It sent shivers up and down my spine just to look at it... fearsome, thick, throbbing, a strand of precum already swinging from its big head.

"OOOHHHH GOD! WHAT A COCK!" I hissed in an awed voice.

It's your lucky day, Bitch. You get a choice. Do you want to suck or be sucked first?"

"I'm so close to cumming, please suck me first and make me cum. Then I'll be able to concentrate fully on really sucking your gorgeous cock, Darling."

Now naked, Steve moved onto the bed. His powerful arms forced both of my legs up high in the air and spread me. His head moved between my gaping thighs. I couldn't keep my hips still the anticipation was so great.

"Please... suck me. I'll cum as soon as you start... oh please... I can't wait any longer... SUCK ME!"

Suddenly, I felt his thick, long tongue slide up the entire length of my sex trench pushing into my cunt hole as it moved upward.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH... UUNNGGHHHHHHH!" came the uncontrollable scream from my lungs.

Then his tongue reached my swollen, fully erect, and throbbing clitoris. He circled it with the tip of his tongue. It contracted as I screamed in helpless passion. Then, I felt him flicking his tongue up and down the full length of my clit. It danced wildly under his tongue as I screeched and howled, totally unable to control myself.

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I waited maybe 10 to 15 minutes before my curiosity got the best of me. I knew they would have the drapes completely closed so that there would be no possibility of my seeing anything, but I thought I might be able to hear something if I pressed my ear to the door. Even though I knew it was risky as someone might see me, I couldn't resist.

Getting out of my car, I moved to the walkway in front of the units and started down the row to the last unit on the end... the one Steve had entered a short time before. I couldn't believe it! I was still two doors away from Room 162 when I heard the wild cries of a woman either about to cum or already in the throes of orgasm.

The cries were long, drawn out moans of sheer ecstasy... "Aaahhhhhhhhhh... uunngghhhhhhh" in the high pitched voice of a female either cumming or about to.

When I was one door away, the shrieks grew even louder. If anyone was in the adjoining room, they would have had no problem listening to the cries of woman being fucked or sucked.

"aaahhh suck me, Steve... suck meeeeeeeee... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... oh fucking shit... I'm cumming... cumming... lick meeeeeeeee.... cumming... you're making me cum!"

I was now standing right outside the door listening to my wife wailing in orgasm under Steve's tongue. Obviously, he hadn't stopped when he had made my wife cum because she continued to moan and howl. I could even hear the bed springs squeaking although Steve apparently not yet begun fucking my wife. Amy must be thrusting her ass up and down in a frenzy as Steve's tongue slashed over her erupting clitoris again and again. My own cock was hard as stone. I could just imagine how steel hard she must have Steve.

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"Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... stop... stop... you're killing me. Stop... please stop. I've already cum five times. Let me rest, Honey."

"Not yet, you hot fuck slut. Spread wider! Pull your fucking legs back and shove that hot cunt against my mouth. Shit! Your cunt’s a fucking swamp, and your clit is so swollen and hard it looks like it’s gonna bust. You like it when I suck it … like this?"

"Oh my god... oh my god... uunngghhhhhhhhh... ooouuuuuu," I groaned in helpless rapture as Steve's tongue lashed over my spastically contracting clit again and again. “Oh gawd… suck me! Suck me! Make me cum again, Lover… AAAAHHHHHH!!”

Suddenly, Steve pushed two fingers into my ass as his tongue and lips continued to ravage my exploding cunt.

"Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... shit... shit.... cummingg.... uunnghhhh... gghhhaaaaaaaaa!" My juices poured out of my convulsing cunt drenching Steve's face and the bed covers.

"Oh Baby. I love a hot cunted bitch like you who squirts when she cums hard. FUCKING A!"

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I was squeezing my cock inside my pants... sliding my hand up and down the shaft. My wife had never, ever squirted for me. A few more strokes and I would shoot off in my pants, but I was too fucking hot to stop. Looking around, I saw that no one was in sight. Quickly, I unzipped and dropped my pants. My rock-hard 7 inches surged outward. Swollen as it was with the veins enlarged, it looked closer to eight inches. Fluids were already dripping out.

Frantically, I stroked it lightly with just a few fingers. That was all it took. My load shot out. I stroked it slightly once more. Another several bursts of semen pumped out. As my load shot out, I could hear my wife still moaning and shrieking inside the hotel room. More cum pumped from my dick.

Moving closer to the door, I heard Steve ordering my wife to start sucking his black cock. Moments later, I heard her gagging and gasping. I jacked my cock again. It throbbed hard. I pumped it, and when I felt the load about to explode, I removed my hand and watched as one thick cum load after another shot out.


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"Your turn, Amy. Suck my big black cock, Slut. Get it hard as steel for your married fuck holes, Baby."

As Steve fell back onto the bed, I moved over his thighs and stared at his huge organ. It was awesome. I didn't even have to hold it... it was standing straight up like a thick, round steel bar. As soon as I pushed the head into my mouth, deep, masculine grunts of pleasure filled the room.

"That's the way, Amy. Suck it. Deep. Take all of it."

I didn't think I could possibly do what Steve was ordering me to do. It had to be over 8 inches and impossibly thick. On the few occasions I had sucked my husband's 7 inch dick, I hadn't taken it into my throat. But I had no doubt that I was going to have to take this cock... one way or another.

After five inches were inside my mouth, I could feel the big head pressing against my throat. He pushed forward causing me to gag. I coughed hard while Steve waited. As soon as my gagging had stopped, he pushed his rod back inside my mouth, once more driving the cock into my throat. Again I gagged. This was repeated several times, each time I gagged.

"Open your mouth wider, Amy. Relax your throat... Why hasn't some guy taught you to suck before?"

"My husband doesn't make me suck all of his cock and I haven't had any other men since I got married."

"Jezz... it's way past time you learned to suck a man properly. Lie down with your head over the edge of the bed. Tilt your head back. Yeah... like that. Now, I'm going to put my cock into your throat... rub your clit while you take it."

With my head tilted backwards, my mouth and throat were aligned making it much easier for Steve to push his big rod straight down my throat. Still, at first, I gagged. But the second time, the cock slid into my throat without gagging. Once the head was in my throat, the rest was easy. I took Steve's entire shaft to his balls.

With his big cock throbbing in my throat, my fingers quickly made my pussy explode in another orgasm. When Steve realized I was cumming, he began to fuck my mouth like it was a cunt. After my orgasm ebbed, he pulled me to my feet, stood in front of me, and said, "Now, suck all of my dick in this position, Amy. You know how to do it... suck cock, Baby... suck all my cock."

He held the back of my head and began to feed me his dick. It went in and in... deeper and deeper until his balls slapped against my chin and the entire 8 or 9 inches of cock were in my mouth and throat.

"That's the way, Slut. I knew you'd be a great cock sucker. Now, take all of it. Make me shoot a load into your belly, Baby. SUCK COCK, BITCH!"

"Here it cums, Slut! Take my load... pumping it in," he screamed as his rod swelled, jerked, and shot gush after gush of cream into my mouth and down my throat.

When the last of his load was either in my stomach or running down my chin onto my tits, Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth and collapsed onto the bed beside me. We lay like that for 10 minutes or so until I simply couldn't wait any longer for him to start fucking me.

After pumping that huge load into my belly, Steve's cock was only semi-hard. When he put it in me, I wanted it hard as iron. I didn't think that would be a problem. Once more, I rolled over on top of her body and hefted his large organ in my hand. I began to jerk and throb as soon as I started running my hand up and down the wet shaft.

Standing up in front of me, Steve growled, "MMMmmmm... get it hard again, Amy. Make it big and hard for your eager cunt, Baby."

Kneeling in front of him, I opened my mouth and he thrust his rod inside. I sucked him in all the way and began pumping my lips up and down his rapidly hardening shaft. It only took a minute or so before his cock was rigid with lust, and this time I knew he was going to satisfy that lust inside my eager cunt.


He didn't make me wait. As soon as he pulled his jerking rod out of my mouth, I felt myself being pushed back onto the bed. The hot stud shoved my legs wide apart, thrust his hips into my sex saddle forcing me to spread even wider, and then drove his rigid phallus deep inside my gushing pussy.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH.... YESSSSSSSSSSS.... STICK IT INNNNNNNNNNNN.... OOOHHHHH GOD... BIG HARD COCK IN MEEEEEEEE.... FUCK ME, STEVE. FUCK ME MY HOT CUNT, STUD!"

Again and again, I felt that huge dick pounding into my cervix, stretching me wide open every time it plunged into me. Steve's large hands were beneath my ass pulling me upward and keeping my cunt in fucking position. Grunts and wails came from my mouth each time the big rod reamed me out.

"Oh god, Yes. Fuck me, Steve. I'm about to cum again. AAAaahhhhhhh!"

"Take it you hot bitch. Take my cock, Baby. Gonna shoot in you. Pump your married fuck hole full of my hot load. Spread wide open, Slut! Get ready. I'M CUMMINGGG.... FUCKING CUMMING IN YOU!"

The heavy load gushed into my throbbing vagina, filled it full, and then oozed out of my tightly plugged hole and ran down the crack of my ass. The erotic squishing sounds of Steve’s cock pumping my cum-filled cunt excited me even higher.

I expected his thrusts into me to slow and then stop. Instead, they gradually increased in speed. When his cock was again fully hard, he was again ramming my ass deep into the mattress forcing more howls of pleasure to erupt from my wide open mouth.

After making me cum again, he rolled us over and had me riding his hard dick. My hips went into overdrive as I drove my throbbingcunt up and down that huge black spike. When he held my hips and jack hammered it in and out of me, I exploded in a series of hard climaxes. I couldn’t tell when one ended and another started.


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Black Cock Addicted Wife:

That was the start. I stayed at the Holiday Inn listening at the door several times until I couldn't stand it any longer. I knew if I continued to listen, I would either cum inside my pants or have to again drop my pants and jerk off. The thought being caught jacking off in public was just too humiliating to stand.

Steve got back from "lunch" at 1:15 PM, which was sooner than I had expected him. Around 4 PM, I saw him leaving the office. I wondered if my wife had so exhausted him that he was too tired to continue working. I also wondered if it was something else. I left the office at 4:20, a full hour before my normal quitting time.

When I arrived home, I saw Steve's car in the parking area of a city park that was about two blocks from our house. I was certain that he hadn't stopped at the park to climb around on the jungle jim. I was equally certain that he was climbing around on my wife. It was slightly past 5 PM when I saw Steve leaving my house and walking to his car.

On Thursday, Steve once again drove to my house and probably ate lunch between my wife's thighs. He didn't leave until 1:30 PM.

However, he stayed at work until after I left at 5:30 PM. I was somewhat surprised he hadn't screwed Amy again that afternoon.

I understood better later that night as Amy and I were eating dinner.

"Paul, Mary asked me if I would like to go to her book club tonight... just to see what's it's like. She been trying to get me to join. Would you mind? I should be home by 11 PM or maybe earlier."

"Why should I mind? I've been urging you to take up some hobbies that you might enjoy."

"I know. I've decided to take your advice if you still feel that way. Some of the women have a "movie club". They all pick out one of the better new movies and go once a week. After the movie is over, they all have a late dinner together and discuss the movie. Would you be Ok with that?"

"Sure, but you have to tell me which movies are worth seeing and which ones are not."

"Ok. It's a deal. You will let me know if you think I'm going out too much?"

"Absolutely, but it won't be a problem."

At 7:45 that evening, Amy gave me a brief kiss and hurried out to her car so she wouldn't be late for her "book club" date.

On Friday, Steve surprised me by putting in a full day. He even skipped lunch and worked straight through. His report, which was due on Monday, was on my desk late that afternoon. Looking through it, I saw that it was a first-rate job.

After dinner, Amy told me she had to go to the mall and pick up some things for the party. "Do you need my help? It's not a problem. Would be glad to help anyway I can."

"I can handle it, Darling. But thank you for asking."

This time, I followed my wife's car. Since I had shown no suspicions, it never occurred to Amy that I might be following her. She did drive to the mall, but after parking her car, she walked quickly to a parked Honda that I easily recognized as belonging to Steve Markham.

Through the back window, I could see my wife scooting over close to the driver who kissed her hard and long before starting the car. As the car was leaving the lot with me close behind, I saw my wife's head disappear below the seat. I hoped she didn't cause Steve to have a wreck.

I followed Steve's car to a nearby lake and watched from a distance as he brought the car to a stop inside a grove of trees. By the time, I had gotten out of my car and walked to within 15 feet, the Honda was bouncing and swaying on its shocks. When I had gotten my full night vision, I could easily see my wife's legs sticking up in the air in the back seat. Her heels were jerking back and forth as Steve fucked her.

The lighting from the full moon and a couple of park lights 100 or feet away illuminated the interior of the car but not the shadows where I was standing. I moved closer. I could hear my wife's voice:

"Oohhhh... harder... shit, that's good. fuck me, Darling. Hold my ass and fuck it to me, Lover."

I could even hear the springs of the back seat squeaking every time Steve's hips drove his big cock deep into my wife's cunt. His voice was a deep growl.

"Hot cunt bitch. Pull your legs back further so I can fuck that hot pussy deeper."

Then a moment later, a higher pitched, female voice: "I'm cumming... ooohhhhh cumming... aaahhhhhhhh."

I moved as close to window as I dared. Steve was on top of my wife. She had her knees pulled so far back they were just outside of her tits. Her ankles rested on Steve's shoulders, and her feet were jerking back and forth above the back of his head. I couldn't see the connection between my wife's cunt hole and Steve's cock, but even through the closed windows, I could hear the wet sounds every time the thick piston churned down into my Amy's sex cylinder. But most of all I could hear Steve's deep grunts and Amy's shrill cries of hot pleasure.

After making her cum multiple times, and shooting at least one load of cum into my wife, Steve put her in doggie position. “Arch your ass higher, Slut. Pull your ass cheeks open so I can decide which of your fuck holes I’m going use,” he ordered. For emphasis, he swatted her ass a couple of times bringing loud shrieks of mixed pain and pleasure from her lips.

“Is this high enough, Honey? Can you see my wet cunt hole now?”

“Higher, you hot Bitch. I need you in cunt fucking position.”

“Oh yes! YES! Cunt fuck me, Steve. Fuck me! Stick that huge black cock into my wet cunt! UUNNGHHH… AAAAHHH… OH FUCK YES! LIKE THAT! Aahhh… You’re fucking me again. Oh shit. I love your big cock. FUCK IT INTO MEEEEEEE!”

The wet sounds of Steve’s cock sinking in and out of Amy’s cum-filled vagina were so loud I could hear them even though I was still several feet away from the car. My wife continued to scream and beg Steve to fuck her harder. Suddenly, she howled that she was cumming again.

She was still shrieking in her orgasm when she shouted, “NO! Don’t take it out! Keep fucking me! Please, Baby. Don’t stop. Keep screwing me… I’m cumming!”

“Have to take it out, Slut. It’s ass fucking time.”

“OOHHH! GGHHAAA! IT’S GOING INNNNNN! You’re fucking my ass… AAAHHHH! FUCK IT! OH SHIT YES! FUCK ME… I’m still cumming!”

Once more, I jacked off and shot a huge load all over the ground while Steve was shooting his load up my wife’s ass.


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Company Party:

As I expected, Amy bought a new outfit for the party. When she came out of our bedroom Saturday afternoon, she was wearing a black V-neck top that showed not just a lot of cleavage, but also the inner portions of her tits. If there was a bra under her top, it couldn’t be more than a half bra. Her flowing red dress ended about three inches above her knees. She was also wearing thigh-high stockings and heels, something I hadn't seen her wearing for months. I was very well aware that this gorgeous display of feminine charms was not for my benefit. I wondered if she was wearing panties.

Our guests began to arrive around 8 PM. I greeted them all cordially and showed them the game room, basement dancing area, the pool and bath houses where we had extra suits for anyone desiring to swim, and finally the dining room with the buffet and open bar.

When Steve Markham arrived, I shook hands with him and then retired to the wings, so to speak. However, I kept a careful eye on him from the shadows. I was certain it was just a matter of time.

The "time", however, seemed to be a long time in coming. Finally, it occurred to me that that either Amy or Steve or both thought it was too risky with me here. But then, I thought, if I were here, but not here, that might be different.

I started asking the caterer to prepare one drink after another for me, far more than my usual quota. The more I drank, the drunker I got. Finally, Amy came up and whispered, "What are you doing, Paul. You're getting so ***** you won't be able to stand up."

"Wat's the diff. It's a party, Amy... no work tomorrow. Have a drink with me... com on... have one." I half staggered into the dining room and got another bourbon on the rocks. I noticed my wife and Steve looking at each other. The both obviously had the same idea.

What no one, except me, knew was that most of the bourbon was going into the sink on my frequent trips to the bathroom. What didn't go into the sink, went into one of the flower vases around the room or onto the ground when I wandered in and out of the patio. When I "collapsed" in a drunken stupor on one of the couches in the game room around 11:30 PM, I had probably actually ***** no more than two ounces of bourbon.

The party gradually drew to a close around midnight, and Amy had to make her apologies for her unconscious husband. All my coworkers thought it was funny as they had never seen me ***** before. No doubt, I would be in for some teasing on Monday.

When the last guest had departed, I still lay unconscious on the couch in the den. "Shall I carry him up to bed?" I heard Steve ask.

"Why? That couch is perfectly comfortable," my wife replied.

"I know. I was just wondering just how completely out of it he is."

"He's out for count, Honey. I saw him take at least ten drinks, and he must have had more. He never takes more than two. But go ahead. Shake him. See if you can wake him up."

When Steve took my shoulders and shook them saying, "Come on, Paul. Let me help you get to bed before I leave. It's not going to be very comfortable for you on this couch all night long," I remained totally limp. He shook me harder, but all I did was emit a low groan and roll over onto my side when he released me.

"You're right. He out of it for the night. An atom bomb wouldn't wake him."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Lover," my wife cooed.

"I've been thinking that all night. I've been hard ever since the last guest left."

"And what's gotten you hard, Baby?"

"That hot outfit you're wearing for one thing... and what's underneath it for another."

They were so engrossed in one another, I risked opening one eye into a narrow slit. Amy was leaning against the desk. She had pulled her skirt up to the tops of her stockings. "Are you telling me that my legs are getting that big fuck stick of yours hard, Lover?"

"Hot Bitch! Come on. Pull it higher and spread your legs. Show me your panties, if you're wearing any."

"Of course I'm wearing panties, Steve. Do you think I'm a slut?"

"You're a hot slutty bitch who fucks around on her husband. Now spread and show me your panties... or your cunt, whichever."

"This what you want to see, Honey?"

My wife had lifted her skirt all the way up to her hips and opened her legs to allow Steve to see her thin blue panties. "Yeah... that and more. Take out your tits."

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"Later. Your tits come out first. Hurry it up, Slut. Tits out!"

Through my slitted eyes, I saw Amy wasn’t wearing a bra. She pulled her black top down below her big tits and cupped them... holding them out almost like an offering to Steve. "Like them?"

"Hell yes! You have the hottest, biggest tits of any woman I've ever fucked."

"Can we go to the bedroom now? I'm really hot. I need your cock up my cunt, Lover."

"Show me your cunt before we go."

"Sexy bastard!"

"Your cunt, Bitch. Show the cunt."

I watched as my darling wife pulled her panties aside with her fingers and then used the same fingers to pry open her labia so Steve could see deep inside her wet vagina. "I want your cock up my fuck hole. Please. Take me to the bedroom and give it to me."

I noticed a leer come over Steve face. I knew what was coming before Amy did.

"I'm going to give it to you, Amy, but not in the bedroom... at least not until later. I want to fuck you in the same room as your husband... right here. While the poor bastard is dead ***** and unconscious, I'm going to pork his slutty wife. Let's start by you showing your husband how well you can suck cock now."

"No. Take me to the bedroom. Please."

Steve removed his belt from his pants, doubled it, and slapped the palm of his hand with it. The doubled belt gave a sharp crack when it hit his palm. "Get over here and suck my cock, Bitch, or we'll see how long I have to whip you with this belt to make you cum."

I thought for a moment that I was going to have to forego the charade and stop this. I had no intention of allowing my wife to be whipped. But then, at the last moment, I saw Amy's body shuddering. She was about to cum. Obviously, this was a game they played that she got off on. He had probably whipped her ass lightly during sex numerous times as a form of erotic play. I wondered why I had never thought to do that. I logged the information away for future use.

Steve was still swinging the belt when my wife was opening his pants and pushing him into the chair that was right in front of the couch on which I was lying. She was going to suck his cock less than 10 feet from me.

When she got Steve's pants open, she extracted his rigid black sex spike and held it right in front of her face, her eyes almost glazed over with hot desire as she stared at the huge pussy stretcher. It was all I could manage to keep from gasping in shock myself. It was easily the biggest dick I had ever seen... at least a full inch or inch and a half longer than mine and much thicker. I couldn't imagine how my wife could possibly suck it.

"Sit down, you hot Stud. Let your slut pleasure this big thing."

Leaning over, my wife engulfed the first five inches of the huge cock in one motion... it seemed impossible but as I watched, even more of the thick shaft sank out of sight into my wife's mouth. She paused when the head was pressing against her throat, adjusted her position, and pushed her mouth the rest of the way down the cock until her lips were pressed into Steve's kinky pubic hair. My cocksucking wife was deep throating over 8 inches of cock! Steve began to fuck her … back and forth… all the way down her throat.

Once she had taken Steve's entire shaft, she began to freely thrust her head up and down its full length without the slightest pause or gagging.

I could easily see her neck bulging outward as the huge black shaft sank down her throat.

"Oh yeah... what a cock sucking slut you are, Amy. Suck it hard."


After several minutes of deep throating the thick organ, Steve pulled her head off his rod and lifted my wife to her feet. I heard him ordering her to bend over the arm at the end of the couch on which I was "unconscious".

I could see Amy trembling from a mixture of excitement and fear that I might "wake up" and find her being screwed right beside me. In spite of her fear, her desire for Steve's cock won out. She bent over the couch arm and thrust her ass high in the air.

I had to keep my eyes closed as they were too close for me to risk opening them. I felt my wife's big tits mashed into my legs. Then I heard her:

"UUGGHHH... aaaahhhhhhh.... yesssss... Like that... just LIKE THAT!"

From the back and forth motions of her body against mine, it was obvious that Steve was fucking her hard.

"Oh Baby... you should see how much my black cock is stretching your white pussy! It's just one big fuck hole now... you won't even be able to feel hubby. Take it, Slut!"

It only took a few minutes of frantic, hard fucking before my wife cried out that she was there... that she was cumming. Her body was jarred even harder as Steve rammed her like a wild bull. When his load began spewing into my wife's cunt, he grunted the way men always grunt when shooting cum into a woman.

After he had unloaded in her, Steve dismounted and led my wife into the master bedroom. He was considerate enough to remove my shoes and cover me up with a blanket before taking my wife away to use her for most of the rest of the night.

I tried to go to sleep, but my wife's continued to wail and scream as she took Steve's black cock in all her holes again and again. Finally, I just had to risk seeing what was happening in the master bedroom.

Exiting through the patio door, I made my way around to the back of the house and the patio just outside the sliding glass door of the master bedroom. I knew that unless you're careful, the drapes on the patio door don't close completely. Over the years, I had gotten off many times imagining that someone was outside watching as I fucked Amy.

Of course, they had been in too much of a hurry to worry about pulling the drapes completely closed. As a result, I had a good view of the bedroom. When I looked in, Steve had Amy bent over the bed as he nailed his cock in and out of her now widely-stretched ass hole. His cock was pumping in and out with no apparent difficulty and from the wild howls of pleasure coming from my wife, she was loving every thrust.

She came at least once before Steve pulled her onto the bed on her back. He moved to fuck her side saddle by hooking his arm under her left leg and hoisting it high in the air as his hands captured both of her tits. She adjusted his cock head at the opening to her ass, and he easily sank it all the way into his balls as my wife hissed with hot pleasure. For the next 10 minutes, he plowed Amy's ass with hard, deep strokes getting her off twice before I saw the thick, white cum being churned out of her asshole as he continue to pump her while he was ejaculating.

After the ass fucking, they rested for maybe 10 minutes or so before Steve’s cock was again hard. Amy hissed with female pleasure when she saw that her lover’s cock was again hard and ready. She rolled onto her back and hoisted her legs high in the air.

“Mount me, Stud. Fuck me! In my cunt this time. Ram it into me! Bang the shit out of me!”

He did. Several times over the next two hours.



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Darlene:

As soon as I arrived at my office on Monday morning, I locked the door and dialed the private number I kept on a card in my wallet. The soft voice of a woman answered on the second ring.

"Hi, Darling. I've been hoping I would hear from you this morning. Is every thing working out?"

"Better than we had ever hoped. Amy is making up all sorts of excuses to get away in the evening. She told me that she's joined the Book Club. Isn't that a hoot! Can you imagine my wife reading documentaries and historical novels?"

"That is funny. What did you say?"

"Why I told her that I thought it was a great idea and that I was certain she would enjoy it immensely. She's also told me that she's joined the Movie Club... that's a group of women who see a movie once a week and then meet to discuss its inner meaning and significance."

"Do you think she'll ever actually go?"

"Hardly. She's also signed up... so she says... for volunteer work at the hospital and Girl Scouts. The Girl Scouts require a weekend at camp once a month."

"What else?"

"There are several other things... bottom line is that she's arranged to have an excuse to be out in the evening three or four nights a week and one weekend a month. So she can't very well object if I join a few things that require me to be out one or two nights a week. Taken together, we'll have almost every evening available."

"Fantastic! I can't wait. But what happens when Steve gets tired of fucking her? You know he will... guys like that always do."

"It won't matter. Now that I know that her secret fantasy is big black cock, I'll be arranging to hire a never-ending supply for her with my firm. She doesn't care who the guy is as long as he comes equipped with a thick, long black dick."

"I'm afraid your wife is not very bright, Darling. I prefer my men to have more class... more sophistication... more savoir faire. Of course, I do like your hard, seven-and-a- half-inch pussy pleaser too, Honey. Oh well... I'm certainly not going to complain. Her loss is my gain. When am I going to see you?"

"Tonight. Isn't Fred out of town on business?"

"Of course he is. Business and his mistress. And Amy?"

"Amy has her exercise class tonight."

"Exercise class?"

"Yeah. Her black stud exercises her cunt with his black schlong."

“How often is he fucking her?”

“Well, she’s with him four nights a week, and he usually bangs her three times every time they meet. In addition, Steve is taking long lunch breaks at work twice a week. That’s three or four more times he’s fucking Amy. On the weekend she presumably goes to girl scout camp, he’ll be with her for two days and two nights. She’ll be screwed her at least eight times or more then. So he’s got his black dick up my wife’s cunt about 15 times a week plus however many times he gives it to her on their one weekend each month.”

“That much? You really should get some photographs of them fucking just in case Amy decides she wants a divorce.”

“I haven’t taken any photos of them, but I do have a half dozen videos of Steve fucking her. When I realized that Steve banging my wife during his lunch break as well as when I had to be out of town, I had video cameras installed in our den and in our bedroom.”

I heard soft laughter over the phone followed by, “Oh that’s so fucking hot! I’d love to see them.”

"Well, I’ll bring a couple of them with me tonight. I have a reservation at the Hilton... Room 816. 7:00 PM ok for you?"

"Wonderful. I'll be waiting for you in the room. I suggest you be ready, Stud."

"I always am... for you."

"I know... oh fuck... do I ever know it."

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At 7-sharp, I knocked on the door to room 816.

"If you're hard and ready, come in... if not, come back later," came the soft feminine voice from within the room.

As I was already rigid with anticipation, I swiped my card in the door opener and entered. She was waiting for me on the couch with her mini-skirt already up to her waist, her bra pulled down below her huge, 38DD tits, black, thigh-high mesh stockings, a pair of slutty heels, and her luscious thighs wide open. She was slowly fucking her wet cunt with small penis vibrator while her fingers strummed her very erect clit.

"Oh Baby! I hope you're hard and ready because my pussy is a swamp for your cock."

Darlene continued to rub her engorged and throbbing clit while I stripped. In one smooth motion, I picked her up and deposited her on her back on the couch. She steepled her knees as I pulled her ass to the edge. Her cunt was wide open and ready. All I had to do was snap my hips forward and drive my cock into her waiting hole.

"UUUMMMPPFFFFF.... AAHHHH... That's what I love, Stud. Fuck that thing into me, Paul. Cunt fuck me! Faster, Lover... faster! I'm ready... ohhhh god... am I ever ready... Pump the prick to me, Paul. Make me cum!"

I hammered my length in and out of her squishing hole. It only took a dozen strokes and her juices gushed out drenching my cock, my thighs, and table top.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH.... CUMMINGGGG.... OOHHHHH I'M CUMMING!" she howled as her vagina went into hard, spastic contractions. Darlene continued to throb for over a minute. When I felt her pussy beginning to ease its grip on my cock, I slowly slid out of her causing her moan from the friction. A moment later, I was kneeling and running my tongue up and down her gaping sex slit and over her hard, erect clit.

"Oh Paul... suck meeeeeee.... aaahhh...aaahhh... ooohhh fuck... on my clit... please, Baby.... on my clit! Do it to meeeee, you hot tongue master."

I sucked her erupting clit hard causing it to extend and pulse. Darlene’s hole whooshed air as her pussy erupted again. Trapping her dancing clit inside my mouth, I licked up and down the shaft and over its sensitive tip. Darlene's hips snapped up a foot off the table top where they humped and hunched. I felt her clitoris throbbing in another orgasm. Darlene couldn't stop gasping.

Standing up, I aligned my cock with her asshole and shoved the head hard against her opening.

"UGH! UGH! ooohhh... yesss... ass fuck into meeeeeeeeee... UUGGHHHH!!"

She relaxed her sphincter allowing my shaft to sink all the way into her to my balls. Leaning over her, I captured both of her heaving tits in my hands as my hips drove the cock back and forth in her convulsing asshole. She came again.

I pulled her off the couch and thrust my throbbing organ against her mouth. "Suck me. Suck all of it, Honey. Make me shoot the load down your throat." In one smooth motion, she deep throated my cock. When her lips were around the very base of my prick, she began to pump her mouth up and down the shaft until she had me grunting.

"Can't hold it.... can't... gonna shoot.... aaaahhhhhhh.... HERE IT COMES!"

I could see Darlene's throat working rapidly as she swallowed every drop. After resting, I called down and ordered dinner to be brought to our room. As soon as I put the phone down, she was sucking my cock again. It didn't take her long to get me hard as stone.

"Mmmmmm... this big thing looks ready to pleasure my cunt, Honey. Wanna pleasure me?"

"What about room service? They'll be here soon?"

"I guess you'll just have to fuck me hard and fast so I get off before they arrive. Come on, Stud. Give it to me!" She got on her knees and bent over the end of the bed. A moment later I nailed my cock into her waiting cunt. She wailed continuously as I pumped her. She was cumming when the food arrived.


We made the bellhop wait until the spasms rippling through her pussy had ebbed before she put on a short robe and opened the door for the young man. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her half ******* tits as he brought the food into our room. The robe covered less than half her thighs, and he could see the semen running down her legs. She even flashed her tits and then her pussy at the guy while he laid out our dinner.

After we had eaten, Darlene snuggled up against me while stroking my very hard erection. “Did you remember to bring one of the videos of your slutty wife being fucked?”

“Of course I did. Just take a second to set up the laptop.”

“Hurry, Honey. This big cock has my pussy throbbing. Can we fuck while we watch?”

“Ride me reverse cowgirl so we can both watch her getting it.”

After connecting the external memory, I took a seat on the couch and started the video. Amy was facing the camera with Steve’s cock ramming her cunt. Darlene wasted no time in mounting me in the same position. If the video were live, the two women would have been facing each other with each ramming her cunt up and down on a hard cock. Both women moaned continuously, and both came several times.

“I can’t hold it any longer, Darlene!” I screamed. “Gonna cum!”

“In my mouth! All over my face, Lover,” Darlene howled as she dismounted my jerking, throbbing shaft and knelt in front sucking me and then opening her mouth wide to take my load.

I shot off one of the most humongous loads of my life totally drenching her face and mouth.


It was almost 11 PM before we were both too exhausted to continue. "I loved this," I gasped to Darlene, my cock still twitching from just having pumped another load into her hot vagina. "Having plenty of time to enjoy each other is fantastic."

"It is. Do you think we'll be able to get away like this a lot?"

"Well, your husband is gone over half the time, and Amy is wild to spread for black guys, so I don't see why not. Amy has her movie night on Friday. Wanna fuck again on Friday, Honey?"

"I'd love to. I thought you'd never ask,"

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