Blacked Wives Matter - Chapter 5

Responding to the invitation to 'come for coffee', Gina came over to her neighbour Vanessa knowing full well that it wasn't coffee that was the purpose of the visit, rather it was an excuse to continue with counselling her friend … and, oh yes, to collect her panties which she had left the night before; underwear that she had soaked with her juices as she watched her husband Dan fucking the masked Vanessa in her darkened bedroom.

Vanessa, because of the mask she was wearing, hadn't known it was Dan (although she strongly suspected it to be so), neither, did she know that Gina had been present. No, it had all been a bizarre situation brought about by a previous 'counselling session' when Vanessa had confessed that since her divorce it really hurt and saddened her not to have the attention of someone kind and considerate, " … like 'your Dan' ...

" … not that my ex was anywhere as nice as 'your Dan' sounds to be, far from it, all he ever thought about was himself. It must be lovely to be married to someone like your old man … wish that could have been me," said Vanessa wistfully as she poured her friend another cup of coffee.

Gina recognised the hurt that her friend was enduring and sympathised for she had quite the opposite relationship in her life and had nothing but good experiences to look back on. She thought how awful it must be to live without love, more so, not to have the delights of being fucked by an understanding lover.

It had been the week previous when Vanessa had been pouring out her heart along with the coffee that Gina, being of a compassionate nature and also an advocate of the benefits of having an 'open marriage', had instinctively hatched a plan that would provide some comfort to her friend. She had listened to the litany of Vanessa's problems and it was clear to her that the solution was for her to provide her husband to fulfil the duty that Vanessa's own (ex) husband had failed to satisfy.

As she listened to Vanessa, she firmed up her ideas and concluded that her planned scenario,and all who were to be involved with what she envisaged would gain great satisfaction. Vanessa would have the delight of being properly satisfied by an anonymous big cock; Dan would relish the opportunity of adding another conquest (and pussy) to his virtual scoreboard; she (Gina) would delight in watching another couple fucking, for that it was excited her most, especially if it was her husband that was involved.

She didn't share all the details of what she was plotting with Vanessa but rather just told her that she would come to no harm if she chose to let Gina know that she had left her back door unlocked one night; that on that night she would be going to her bed and once there would be putting a padded hood that Gina would provide. Vanessa was a little suspicious and bemused at what was being suggested but having complete trust and faith in her friend's judgement decided that she would go along with what was being hinted at.

However, there was a flaw in the plan as far as Vanessa was concerned and that was a concern that her ********, who was a notoriously light sleeper, might be frightened by the intrusion of an uninvited visitor no matter how honourable the intentions of that visitor might be.

Yes, Vanessa would go along with Gina's audacious plan but first she must take the further precaution of arranging for her ******** Lauren to be out of the house, maybe suggest to Lauren that she have a sleepover at a friend's.


Lauren and Rebecca had been best friends forever and considered themselves as having a special bond, something akin to being sisters rather than just friends. For sure it hadn't always been 'sweetness and light' during their growing up and they'd had their arguments as girls tend to do, but now, there was no place Lauren would rather be than with her 'sister' and to foster their love for each other as they confirmed their similarities rather than any differences.

Rebecca, or Becca as she was known, was the ******** of an absent father and had been bought up by a single mother, Sally. The circumstances of her father abandoning the ****** was hazy and she only had her mother's version of events to rely upon but, whatever the truth, it had given her a distinct distrust of the male of the species and as a consequence had always sought and gained affection from her own gender, especially that of her friend Lauren. They had gone through grade school together, and now as sophomores seemed to be closer than ever and held no secrets from each other.

Sally welcomed Lauren's visits for she was very aware that her own ******** was a sensitive, moody girl who was never happier than when she couldbe with her 'sister'. She could only hazard a guess at what they got up to or talked about behind the closed door of Becca's bedroom but, no matter, as long as her ******** was happy and nothing got broken in the process, they could do what they liked.

With the door closed Becca wasted no time in asking Lauren how her latest attempt at dating had worked out. Lauren rolled her eyes, " .. don't ask. It was awful."

Becca giggled, she knew that would have been her reaction, but nonetheless she needed more information and asked, "how so?"

"What is it with these guys? They ask you out and promise you a good time and then before you know it they have their grubby hands trying to get inside your panties, have their cocks out expecting you to suck them off and then when they shoot their pathetic dribble out think that they have proved themselves to be some kinda great lover."

"Really! You let them do that?" squealed Becca in mock horror.

"Yeah, well kinda. That was a couple of weeks back and I have to tell you that it was the second time that I 'lost my virginity' and the second was no better experience than the first!"

"What! You've done it twice already … and what do you mean, lost your virginity twice, you can only do that once."

It was Lauren's turn to giggle, "Yeah, well the first time was a couple months back when I went out with that dork Benny. I was expecting it to be something special, I'd even brought a couple of condoms just in case. We were in the back of his ***'s car and, without going into great details, he got me to wank his cock, which let me tell you was no great shakes … recently I've seen better ... then he gave a kinda strangled moan and said that he was close to cumming and he sorta lunged over me and tried to shove it in me."

"Nooo!"

"Uh, yeah, I had no time to tell him to use a condom and then no sooner had his cock touchedthe insides of my pussy, instead of properly getting inside he shot out his stuff and covered us both with his spunk. I was not sure that he had gotten deep enough to have caused damage to my hymen but, whatever, I was not impressed."

"Euw, that's gross," said Becca sympathetically (but with a tinge of admiration/jealousy) " … and what about the second time?"

"Yeah, well he knew I was pissed off with him, getting me all worked up and all and then letting me down like that, so I let him stew for a few days before I got around to answering his texts …"

"What,! He texted you? What a Dork .. and you answered him?!"

"Yeah, well he's is rather sweet and it's great that his *** lets us borrow his car so, you know, a girl's gotta do the right thing, just sayin' … so anyway I told him that there was no way he was getting anywhere near me unless he brought me a nice present and then agreed to wear a condom!"

"And what did he say?"

"What do you think he said, of course he agreed..." she paused to waggle her wrist and show off a new silver charm bracelet, " … I tell you, boys are so pathetic, you can get them to do anything if you play them right. What I didn't tell him was that I was more pissed off with myself about wasting money on buying those condoms and then not using them," she said with another giggle.

Becca squirmed with delight as she envisaged the scenario and that her friend Lauren had actually seen, touched, held a penis for real, rather than her own experience which was just to have seen pictures in a book, " … then what happened; did you go all the way?"

Lauren tried not to sound too triumphant when she then described how once again they (the dork and her) had gone off for a drive in daddy's car, found a discrete parking spot at the local State Park and had gone through the same heavy petting process as before. She told how she had taken the precaution of not wearing panties under her short skirt and how she had encouraged him to finger-fuck her, " … just like we do …" before she made him stop and for her to tear open the foil of the condom and then roll the thing down over his stiff dribbling cock.

As she told her story she could see that she had Becca's full, wide-eyed attention " …. then I kinda laid back on the seat and told him he could do it … 'if he wanted'!"

"And?"

"Yeah, he did and, you know what, I hardly felt a thing. Well, yeah, I did feel him slide in but it wasn't the great mind-blowing thing I was expecting. I thought it was going to hurt, that's what my Mom had told me to expect, but no, it didn't. He just kinda slipped in and after a few strokes he gave another of those weird moans and he was done. I hardly felt a thing."

"Really; it didn't hurt?"

"Nah, it was kinda nice though and I wish that he had kept going for a bit longer but, no, it didn't hurt. I guess that us two having played together beforehand must have set me up. You know, all those toys and things that you 'borrow' from your Mom …"

Indeed, Lauren and Becca's friendship had intensified over the past year to the extent that their consuming passion was for experimenting with the ways and the joys of having safe-sex with each other. Their lesbian relationship had begun with confessions that they both enjoyed masturbation and then for them to shyly demonstrate to each other how they pleasured themselves. It was not too long after the confessions that they began to have mutual masturbation sessions behind the locked door of Becca's bedroom and to experience the delights of licking each other's pussies. As time went by their explorations led them onto what had become a favourite position of a '69', something that Lauren had learned about from her researches on the internet.

Then came the watershed moment when Becca discovered that her mother Sally had, tucked in the back of her pantie-drawer, a couple of sex toys, a dildo and a vibrator. Once she had got over the shock of thinking of her mother using such things it was inevitable that she would 'borrow' them and to introduce their use into the games that Lauren and her were now playing and, so, neither of them as Lauren told her story, were ignorant as to the sensation of having their sweet virgin vaginas filled with a hard 'cock'.

Becca had thought that she had been discrete and that her mother would never notice the occasional temporary absence of her possessions from the sanctuary of her underwear drawer for she had always taken the utmost care in replacing the toys after she and Lauren had used them. However, clearly this was not the case for on Becca's 18th birthday she had the surprise of being given a special present from her mother, a gift-wrapped pink vibrator, " … so now you don't have to borrow mine anymore," said Sally.

"Wow," said Becca, " … and then what happened, have you seen him since, you know, done it again?"

"No way, he only proved that he was rubbish and hadn't a clue what he was doing with that pencil dick and, you know what, us girls deserve better and I vowed that I wasn't going to be bothered by him anymore. Anyway ..," she waggled her wrist again, " … I got something out of it!" she said.

Becca joined in the laughter and then paused and said, "Wait a minute, you said that you've recently seen better. What do you mean, that there's been others?"

Lauren likewise paused and pondered for a split second as whether she should confess and explain what she had meant by that remark. Split second passed and she said, "Well, you know that I told you that me and my Mum went to that Rally in the Capitol …"

Becca nodded.

" … I never did tell you what happened afterwards, did I?"

Becca shook her head.

"When it was over, well actually we left before it was over when things started to get a bit ugly and out of hand. Anyway, we had met with this really nice couple, a black couple, Carmen and Charles, and they helped us get away before anyone got hurt. It was a real mess and Mom and me were really grateful.

"It got really embarrassing because once we were clear of the crowds we couldn't find the bus stop for us to get back to where we had parked the car. We felt really stupid but these guys were really so kind, they told us that it didn't matter, not to worry, that why didn't we make a real day out of our time in the city and for us to go back to theirs and chill out and that they would take us back to where we had parked our car later once all the crowds had gone home."

"Aw, that was nice of them but what's that got to do with anything?"

"Hush, I'm getting to that. So, they took us back to their place in a posh part of the city and it was there that we learned a bit more about them and what they did for a living and such .."

"Which was?"

".. some kinda shrinks, psychiatrists or something like that."

"So now you're gonna tell me they put you into therapy!"

"Don't be silly, no they didn't but, thinking back, I guess you could say we had quite the session!

"It was really crazy, they served us drinks and then without even asking usif we were cool with it Charles bought out some weed and passed it around for us to share. I mean, it was a totally crazy situation, I never knew that my Mom had done drugs before but it turned out that she had been quite the girl when she was our age and so she wasn't shocked at all."

Becca squealed with delight and clapped her hands, "No way!"

"Yeah way. Anyway, after a few pulls and everyone starts getting chilled, Carmen starts with the psycho stuff and asking about our attitudes to sex and what we liked doing and things like that. Mum was so spaced out by then that I don't think she knew what she was saying or doing but one thing led to another and soon we found ourselves doing what we were told .."

"Told, what do you mean, told?"

"Yeah, that's when it got a bit weird. Mom was led off to the kitchen by Carmen and I saw through the open door that she was made to sit on the counter and the next thing I saw was Carmen leaning forward and was kissing her pussy .. at least that's what it looked like ..."

Becca gasped.

".. and then Charles came and sat on the sofa with me and unzipped his pants and told me to feel inside and to guess what he was hiding in there!"

At which point they both shrieked with laughter.

"You're kidding me, he did what?!"

"Yeah, just like that, he told me to feel it and then told me to pull out his cock."

"And did you?"

"Oh yeah, did I …. Becca, it was huge, I couldn't believe it; I thought that Benny's was a bit big but, jeez, when I saw what this black guy was packing, well, I was shocked …"

"Yeah, but in a nice way, I bet. Then what happened?"

"Um, then things got kinda hazy. I remember that he let me touch and stroke it. He kinda made out that he was doing me a favour, you know, making out it was some kinda biology class or something …"

In truth, Lauren was a little hesitant to admit to Becca that Charles had ordered her to masturbate and that he had actually pulled out his cock himself and was stroking himself at the spectacle.

" .. he said that he was showing me how black men were so much better equipped to deal with a woman's needs, especially white woman, than a white guy could."

"Yeah, and you would know all about that, right?" said Becca sardonically.

"Now, now, let me finish telling the story, don't be jealous, just cos you weren't there .."

"Sorry. OK, then what happened?"

"Well, not much actually. As I said it became a bit hazy. I remember that he had no problem with getting me to pull on his monster cock; I remember hearing my Mom and Carmen in the kitchen doing whatever and then, as I say, it all became a bit vague …"

In truth, Lauren could remember everything that happened in absolute clear detail but she was concerned that her friend might not be ready to hear such things or, worse, that Becca might think she was just exaggerating and boasting about a fantasy that she had bought to mind.

"Monster, what do you mean monster, what did it look like?" gasped Becca.

Lauren blushed at the memory but nevertheless held her hands apart what looked like to her friend an impossible gap.

"No way!" she squealed as Lauren then put her finger tips together to form a circle of an equally large diameter.

"Get away, that's gross."

Lauren nodded, "Yeah, but in a nice way. It was so impressive and he really made me feel special to be letting me play with him like that."

… which was an understatement for Charles had 'ordered' her to not only play with him but had very soon taken her to his bedroom where he had her strip naked and get on the bed with him so he could teach her the finer arts of fellatio. Lauren thought it best not to tell Becca that she then spent the next few hours sucking and licking his cock; fondling and stroking his balls; letting him finger-fuck her as she laid back and to feel his hot breath and tongue playing around her wet cunt as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. No, she felt it wasn't the right time to be telling Becca that she had just experienced the best time in her life.

"And where was your Mom when all this was going, was she still in the kitchen with Carmen?"

"Yeah, I think so … I didn't see or hear anything other than sounds like they were preparing something to eat .."

Again, Lauren was being economical with the truth albeit she was accurate about the 'eating' part as Carmen had Vanessa on her knees and was directing her to eat her pussy. Lauren wasn't in a position to see what was happening but the sounds that emanated through the kitchen door gave no doubts as to what was going on.

"So did Charles have sex with you after he finished licking your pussy?"

"No, he was quite the perfect gentleman. He said that I was too young and that it wouldn't be right, that it was fine for us to do what we were doing but that I wasn't ready for going all the way … or something like that .."

That much was true, Charles did tell her, in so many words, that she wasn't ready to be having his big stiff black cock put into her young white pussy but this wasn't because he was concerned for her welfare, it was more that, he was in the process of establishing his control over her and her emotions. He knew full well that if he took his seduction too quickly that he was liable to be scaring her off; better to take things slowly and let her see what she was going to be enjoying at a later date ….

… which is why he then led her back downstairs and back to the sitting room where Carmen and Vanessa were indulged in a 69 on the sofa.

Carmen lifted her head to see her naked husband enter the sitting room hand-in-hand with Lauren who was trailing behind. She wasn't particularly shocked to see what her mother was up to, the effects of the weed that had been smoked and the buzz that she was still feeling from the past hour or so upstairs had insulated her from any such reaction. She was more intrigued when Carmen stood up and to hear her mother slur and say, "Thank you Goddess, that was so nice. What would you like me to do next?"

"You don't have to do anything. Just lie there, you know what's coming next, I already told you!"

Carmen stepped aside to allow her husband, who was sporting an erection slick with Lauren's saliva and the residue of the ejaculation that she had blessed him with, to take her place. She took Lauren's hand and led her to the other sofa and sat her down from where they had the perfect view of Charles positioning his fearsome erection between the lips of mother's gaping pussy and who made no objection as she felt him push inside her. Unlike Lauren who was consumed by a feeling akin to envy as she watched her mother being fucked in such a blatant fashion.

However, Carmen didn't allow her too much time to take in the scene for once Charles had got into a steady rhythm and had Vanessa moaning in sympathy with each stroke, she grabbed her spellbound companion, forced her to her knees onto the carpet and told her in no uncertain fashion, "Eat my pussy, bitch."

Lauren had no option other than to comply and so to the background of the fucking couple's moans and the squishing sound of a fat black cock thrusting back and forth in a cunt, she lapped at the vagina of another cunt, the woman whom she had just witnessed being similarly eaten out by her mother.

Becca was wide-eyed with excitement as Lauren told her abbreviated tale and thrilled to learn what her friend had confessed, although she suspected she wasn't getting the whole truth and there might be more to tell so she asked, " .. well if he didn't do it with you, what about your Mom, did he get to your mother?"

"Um, I'm not sure. As I said things were really freaky and it was getting late and I was really tired and we were all sitting around and talking and touching and stuff and I guess I must have fallen asleep. It was dark and I couldn't see too much what was going on but, nah, it was great fun, a great day out."

"Was it late when you got back home?"

"Um, not sure. As I said, I fell asleep and I didn't check the time when we got home but, yeah, it was late."

This was a complete stretch on the truth of what really happened. The reality was that Lauren and her mother spent the whole weekend at the home of Carmen and Charles in Chevy Chase. Indeed, they had been given no choice or say in the matter of when they should be going home. Rather, come the time Lauren witnessed her mother being fucked by Charles they had already been convinced that it was their duty to be subservient to the black couples wishes and demands and that they had been ordered to refer to Carmen only as 'Goddess' and for Charles to be known as 'Daddy'.

At first they both found the change in attitude towards themselves to be a little frightening but after they had both experienced their first orgasms at the hands of these dominating black people and realised that there was nothing to be afraid of it became perfectly natural to regard them as Goddess and Daddy. "Think of it as being terms of affection," said Vanessa to Lauren when her ******** quietly questioned what was happening to them.

Again, it was a slight exaggeration when Lauren answered Becca as to whether they got home late. What was true is that they spent the night in the luxury house with sleep being constantly disturbed by Daddy awakening Vanessa so that he could fuck her once more and then have Lauren, 'clean Daddy's cock' and for Goddess to have either one of them pleasure her with their mouths or fingers. The black couple had some very inventive ideas as to how to gain maximum pleasure.

The curious thing was, for Lauren anyway, that although the opportunity was there and that she was agreeable for her 'Daddy' to fuck her, he didn't. No, Charles would only allow her to suck and fondle and stroke his ever-constant erection (which she was more than willing to do) and she was a little more than jealous when she observed the ease with which he slid that thing into either her mother or on two occasions his wife; her Goddess.

No, they hadn't got home just late, it wasn't until the following day that they had been allowed to dress and for Charles to take them to be reunited with their car on the city outskirts.

Lauren made no mention of that or of the ride home and the surreal conversation which they had when neither could quite believe what had befallen them or that they had been introduced into such a delightful way of living.

She also didn't share with Becca that they had gone out the previous day with the intention of enjoying a bit of Mother/******** bonding and to show support for black people and the indignities they had suffered but instead had been subjected to a sexual ordeal at the hands of the very people for whom they had gone to show solidarity.

She didn't say that she fell completely under the spell of this charismatic couple, as did her mother.

"That must have been amazing … " was Becca's reaction to hearing her friend's account of events, " … I wish I could have been there with you. I've never seen a cock, let alone touch one .. it must have been amazing …"

Lauren also hadn't mentioned that Charles, her Daddy, had also said that he would reward her by fucking her if she would find some girl friends who might like to join them and come to a gathering that they were planning to have in a few weeks’ time at Chevy Chase. There was no doubting what sort of gathering was being referred to and Lauren's instant thought was directed toward Becca and her 'suitability.

Lauren had no time to pursue their conversation because Becca who was so fired up by what her friend had described said, "That was such a horny tale, I can't believe you got to do all that. Uh, I can't believe how wet you've made me.

"Tell you what, why don't I get my birthday present from my mom and you can show me what you did with Daddy."

She reached into her nightstand and with a giggle handed Lauren her new pink vibrator.


to be continued …