I am trying to retell this story exactly as it happened and am quite certain that many of you will call bullshit on my story but I don't care, it is true, it happened, and it was a wonderful adventure.
My husband and I live in a hard-working middle-class neighborhood. One with a very diverse variety of ethnicities, cultures, and different walks of life. It is a quiet, respectful, kind, and loving community. You will understand why I put this here as I go on because I didn't always feel this way about it. I used to be a spoiled little bigot and resented what I felt was the deterioration of our neighborhood and social status.
When we first moved here it was an upper-class white area. Then the area gradually changed, first the Koreans, then the Latinos, and Italians, then came the nigger's, my ****** was furious.
I was raised in a rigorous home in Iowa. Social distancing back then was you stayed in your class and stayed away from those who were not white, financially prosperous, or Protestant. You NEVER mixed with Niggers except to have them work for you. You NEVER socialized or spoke to them unless it was necessary.
When the housing market fell so did our small business. It was all we could do to stay afloat and put our son through college. He graduated two years ago, it was a satisfying time for us, he got a job out of state and is doing well on his own.
In the meantime, our situation at home was getting much harder. Business was taking a hit and then the virus hit. We had a few dollars in the bank, but it went quickly. We did apply for the PPP, but it was slow and we had to decide on how to make ends meet until the PPP came through. We had a nice 4 bedroom home and decided we would rent out a room temporarily to help get us by. We posted an ad on a few sights and were soon inundated with people interested. The problem was that there weren't any willing, or able, to pay our asking price. Then finally a gentleman called and spoke with my husband, saying he would like to look at our home and if it was satisfactory he would take it. He made an appointment to come and see it two days later.
When he arrived my first reaction was to shut the door in his face but my husband quickly stepped in and invited him in MUCH to my dismay. As we sat in the living room and started to chat it was a tossup of me dropping dead from shock or bouncing off the ceiling, he was a Nigger!
My husband showed him the home and he was impressed. He was out of work and was hoping to be able to find a job in our area and for him having the time to search for one and not worry about expenses was beneficial. He had come with a bank statement, background check, identification, references, and a cashier's check in hand for 6 months' rent plus a security deposit being prepared to take the room if he wanted it.
My husband agreed and a lease was signed with him to move in the following week. I was furious, "How in the hell could you rent our home to a Nigger?!"
"We have NO choice, he gave me a cashier's check for $4,200.00 and that should get us through our wait for our PPP."
I didn't speak to him for 3 days.
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When the time came for Jeremy, (that is his name ), to move in, Mark told me I would have to be civil to him. I agreed but held the reservation that contact with him would be minimal and chilly at best. To describe the first week as uncomfortable would be a gross understatement it was torture, mostly for him I think. Whenever he saw me, he would say, "Hello Lynn, how are you today?"
I would curtly say, "I am well thank you."
The second week was a bit better. I noticed that he was impeccably neat and clean, and always cleaned up after himself in the kitchen. Plus he would vacuum, sweep the kitchen floor, and dust around the house without being asked. Somewhere between weeks 3 and 4, my attitude towards him changed. Everything he did made an impression, and the ever-present, "Hello Lynn, how are you today?" took its toll. I started to answer him in a softer tone and carry on lite conversations. Eventually, we became friendly or I should say that I became friendly.
Jeremy was not a handsome man neither was he ugly. He was ordinary, 5' 10", perhaps 180 lbs with a bit of a paunch and black as coal with a killer smile that was warm and he always smiled with his eyes, dark brown and twinkly. His personality was by far his best attribute, kind, polite, always smiling, and a wonderful belly laugh. He had come here from Jamaica as a child but never lost his accent, well-educated and articulate.
I am a woman in my early 40's. Not drop-dead gorgeous, but attractive. 5' 7 ", 155 lbs, deep auburn hair with a decent figure. I take pride in my appearance having my silly exercise regimen that I perform 4 times a week and I walk about 2 miles every morning rain, snow, or shine. My boobs are firm at 36C, 31" waist, and 37" hips with no tummy, not a 6 pack but no tummy, LOL. I have been told all my life my legs and butt are my best physical attributes and I used to flaunt them now and then.
My sex life had been more than adequate I think. At first, Mark and I went at it like rabbits as all newly married couples do, but as all other couples it waned after a few years to about about once a week. Then to once a month if that. Mark is several years my senior and works every day for about 10/12 hours and he is usually tired when he gets home.
As the weeks turned into months, I was feeling quite comfortable with Jeremy. We would sit and have coffee in the mornings and chat. Never once did he ever do or say anything out of line. One morning after my run and shower Jeremy and I were having our morning coffee, "I am going to run errands shortly, do you need anything while I'm out," He asked if I would pick up some toothpaste and mouthwash for him while I was out. I added the items to my list and off I went.
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I came back home about 3 hours later unloaded my groceries from the car and took Jeremy's things to his bathroom ******* that anyone was home and walked in on Jeremy in his birthday suit about to get in the shower. I was so embarrassed. He was shocked and grabbed a towel to cover himself. I stammered something and scurried out.
What I was shocked about was not only that he naked, but he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It wasn't big, it was monstrous!! Like almost any other woman my age, I had watched a bit of porn if for no other reason than curiosity. I had as well watched an interracial one that was titled, "12-inch black dick fucks white wife" I must say that it was impressive, but a total turnoff for me. I had NO interest in a Nigger fucking me and had thought at the time that it was a sin.
About 20 minutes later Jeremy came into the kitchen. I was blushing in shame and mumbled something incoherent. He smiled and said, "It's no big deal, Lynn, it's one of those things that happens, and no harm was done," I could not say anything I sat there red-faced, embarrassed not knowing what to do or say. He sat down, "Why are you upset?"
"I'm not upset but I am completely embarrassed and ashamed."
"Is it because I am black?"
"I told him that was part of it."
He then asked a question that took me by surprise, "Do I have anything different than Mark?"
"No."
"Well imagine that, I have the same parts that a white man has, " then he laughed long and hard.
I looked at him and told him, " Yes, the same parts, but different."
"Yes I am," he answered with a somber look on his face, " I have had this curse my entire life."
I looked at him, "How could that be a curse?"
"I do not have an amazing sex life as society would claim a man with this affliction has, I have very little if any at all. Women take one look and that ends everything. I can't get a professional to pleasure me beyond a hand job," He had to leave then for an interview without anything else being said.
The next few days, I thought about his dick and what he said, it made sense to me. He was well over a foot long soft which made me wonder what would he be when he got hard? Then I would think about how I had treated him when he first moved in and how difficult it must be for him to have a sexless life. The psychological and emotional strain must be unbearable. But here he was always with a smile and a wonderful attitude toward everyone and everything.
I was horrified that I, a married white woman was thinking about his black dick again and again it went against everything I had thought and believed my entire life and I was confused.
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A few days later I heard Jeremy go into his bathroom and turn on the shower. Once he was in it I quietly slipped into his bathroom and sat on the toilet and waited for him to get out. Now it was my turn to shock him and boy did I! When he opened the shower door and saw me the look on his face was funny. He didn't know what to do except reach for his towel but I snatched it and went over to him taking his dick in my hands and started to jerk him off it was so thick and heavy but so soft and warm. I was in total awe of it and had the urge to suck it that wasn't going to happen since there was no way I could get the head in my mouth let alone the entire cock. He was as thick, if not as thick, thicker than a beer can. So I licked the underside and all around the head when BOOM he came, he came all over the place, I had never imagined that anyone could cum that much. He covered my face, hair, boobs, and I got a mouth full that I ended up swallowing which was a first because I had rarely sucked my husband's cock and NEVER allowed him to cum in it. His cum had a very distinct flavor that I found to be intoxicating. Not slimy at all, but thick, rich, very creamy, and tangy. When I looked up at him, he was crying. He was so surprised and pleased that I did that for him that it brought him to tears. He looked down at me, "Now what, I don't know what to do, do I have to move now?"
I smiled at him, "Don't be silly, it was a spontaneous moment," he smiled that big smile at me and I left the room.
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The next few days went normally, Mark went to work, and I did my exercises and my run while Jeremy continued his job hunting, we would have our morning coffee, all was well, and nothing was mentioned. But the truth was I had not forgotten and had a craving to do it again. So a few days later when Jeremy went to take a shower I slipped into the bathroom and waited. When he opened the shower door I licked his dick, except this time I was ready and swallowed almost all of his cum.
Afterward, I said that I enjoyed it and asked if he did to which he readily agreed and we decided that this was going to be my morning protein drink from then on. Every day I would lick Jeremy's dick and swallow his cum. I wanted to see how much he came so I took a baggy and put his head in it when he started to cum and every time it was just over a quarter cup, 2 ounces! Each time we did it after the measuring, I gave him a wicked smile and drank it which always got him hard again and I would lick him again getting the same results. After about three weeks I went to his room with just my robe before my post-workout morning shower as usual but this morning I had an itch when I entered his room he was lying on the bed waiting for me, "Today is going to be a little different, I wanted to give him my pussy or at least try to, I wanted to see if I could take any of it and if so how much," I had made it a personal challenge and to be honest I was getting a bit randy by this time with drinking his cum. His eyes got big, I smiled at him, "Yep, but I will get on top and control it." I had brought lube and GENEROULY applied it to his dick and inside myself even though I was as wet as I had ever been I stood over him and lower my pussy to the head of his dick. I lowered myself until my pussy touched the head of his dick and BOOM he shot his load.
He got all flustered and started to apologize but I couldn't help it and started to laugh which hurt his feelings, "Sorry, but talk about being ready! I am so flattered by you doing that," he was still hard so up I went again and lowered myself this time his head started to go in and I had the most incredible full feeling and his whole head wasn't even in me. I slowly lowered myself more taking the entire head of his dick. This was quite a chore as I had to balance and hold myself up at the same time but I did it. I would take an inch, stop and relax, then take another inch, stop and relax, and in about 10 minutes I had only taken about 6 inches and that was all I thought I could take this first time, "I don't know if I can take anymore, my legs are tired and I can't keep my balance, hold myself up anymore," I got off and laid on my back, "You can take over but go slowly and if say stop, stop."
He got on top and returned to the 6" mark before beginning to work his way in further. He quickly gained another 2" and all was good but I was a bit nervous after a short respite he went in another inch or so and told him that was all I could take and he started to fuck me. There was no pain, but the fullness I felt was surreal, I had at least 9" of thick, black dick inside of me and it was incredible. He started fucking me a bit harder and I started climaxing and I do mean STARTED because it was continuous until he stopped. He asked, "Are you on the pill or anything?"
"No."
"I'm going to cum and will pull out, I don't want to take the chance, I will get you pregnant."
I told him, "NO, I want every drop of your cum inside of me," not just the fucking was in play here but having a black man fuck my married white pussy and filling it with his cum was so damn hot that I did not want to miss the ecstasy and cum he did! I felt as though a dam had just burst inside of me and loved every second of it. I knew how much cum he was putting deep inside me and the idea that I may get pregnant was so erotic. He pulled out of me and I instinctively licked his dick clean while his cum poured out of me.
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We had graduated to another level and now I can't get enough of his magnificent black dick and he can't get enough of my married white pussy. We continued for about 3 weeks with me ending up being able to take most but never all of his dick and I still can't. He is 13 inches long hard and the very best I can take is about 12. There isn't any more room inside of me. He has entered my uterus that is a whole different story.
He told me that he had been fantasizing about my ass. I replied that I would put some thought into it, but don't get his hopes up. I had never had anyone fuck my ass before and he was so big. But I did research, I read how you can train your ass for fucking by using a butt plug. So off to the adult store I went and they had some of the most interesting things you saw. The clerk was a very nice younger gal and I explained to her what I was trying to do. When I told her the size of Jeremy's dick her eyes got big. She took me to the butt plug aisle and handed me the biggest one they had, and to keep it inside of me for as long as I can.
I went home and with great difficulty, I got it in my ass. It hurt like hell but I was determined. The first day all I could do was about 10 minutes at a time several times a day then after a few days, I could keep it in me for about 4 hours and got used to walking, sitting, and everything with it in me. I never wore it while with Jeremy, I wanted it to be a surprise.
The day came when I told myself this is the day Jeremy takes my ass. I had worn the plug through the night while in bed. When I went to his room that morning I took off my robe and turned my ass towards him. He asked what in the hell that was. I told him about it, then pulled it out and told him to hurry and try to fuck my ass while it was still loose. I got on all fours and offered my ass to him. He put the head against my hole and pushed and In he went. There was some pain, but not much. I told him the same rules apply as when he first fucked my pussy and to go VERY slow. He did and about 15 minutes later he had seven or eight inches in my ass and I told him that was the limit that it was starting to hurt. He started to fuck my ass slow and steady, it was heavenly, I started playing with my pussy and instantly began cumming over and over as I watched his huge black dick going in and out of me in the mirror. It didn't take him long to fill my ass with cum. When he pulled out I looked at his dick and it was clean so I bent over and lick his cum and my ass juice off of it.
He now fucks my ass 3 to 4 times a week and here's the strange part. I can't take him balls deep in my pussy, but I can and do in my ass.
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I decided that I would have to talk with Mark. I told Jeremy and he agreed, I told him that it had to be between Mark and myself. He didn't like the idea, but I stood firm. The next day when Mark came home I told him that I would like to talk something over with him after dinner.
When dinner was over and the dishes cleared we sat down and I told him the entire story. He sat there expressionless and listened intently through the whole thing. When I was finished he sat there for a moment before finally speaking, "I should be angry, even furious, but I'm not." He acknowledged that we were not what we used to be sexually and that in all honesty, he wasn't motivated about sex. He also told me that I had become his very best friend and that he loved me more than any other living creature, Are you in love with Jeremy?"
"Yes, but not in the way I love you, I love you as my soulmate and my love with him is sexual, physical."
"I wanted you to be happy and satisfied with your life and if Jeremy makes your life better it was all good."
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Now that we didn't have to hide what we were doing anymore we were fucking at least two times a day. I had also become more open in public, Jeremy and I would go out and I would hold on to his arm, he would put his arm around me with his hand resting on my ass for all who wanted to could see.
One night he was fucking me and told me he wished I was his wife. I didn't say anything back, but I thought about that for a few days. A few days later while we were having coffee, I told him that I liked the thought of being his wife and had another talk with Mark. I told him that perhaps Jeremy should move into our room with me and he into Jeremy's room. We would still be married in name but Jeremy would now be my husband. He had no objections and that evening Jeremy and I consummated our new relationship, I was now his wife, and he my husband.
So here we are, I have two husbands. One is my husband in name and my best friend, the other is the lust of my life. It is no secret now that Jeremy and I are fucking, the neighbors, our friends, everyone knows I am pregnant with Jeremy's baby, when I told him, he smiled and fucked me right there on the spot.
My husband and I live in a hard-working middle-class neighborhood. One with a very diverse variety of ethnicities, cultures, and different walks of life. It is a quiet, respectful, kind, and loving community. You will understand why I put this here as I go on because I didn't always feel this way about it. I used to be a spoiled little bigot and resented what I felt was the deterioration of our neighborhood and social status.
When we first moved here it was an upper-class white area. Then the area gradually changed, first the Koreans, then the Latinos, and Italians, then came the nigger's, my ****** was furious.
I was raised in a rigorous home in Iowa. Social distancing back then was you stayed in your class and stayed away from those who were not white, financially prosperous, or Protestant. You NEVER mixed with Niggers except to have them work for you. You NEVER socialized or spoke to them unless it was necessary.
When the housing market fell so did our small business. It was all we could do to stay afloat and put our son through college. He graduated two years ago, it was a satisfying time for us, he got a job out of state and is doing well on his own.
In the meantime, our situation at home was getting much harder. Business was taking a hit and then the virus hit. We had a few dollars in the bank, but it went quickly. We did apply for the PPP, but it was slow and we had to decide on how to make ends meet until the PPP came through. We had a nice 4 bedroom home and decided we would rent out a room temporarily to help get us by. We posted an ad on a few sights and were soon inundated with people interested. The problem was that there weren't any willing, or able, to pay our asking price. Then finally a gentleman called and spoke with my husband, saying he would like to look at our home and if it was satisfactory he would take it. He made an appointment to come and see it two days later.
When he arrived my first reaction was to shut the door in his face but my husband quickly stepped in and invited him in MUCH to my dismay. As we sat in the living room and started to chat it was a tossup of me dropping dead from shock or bouncing off the ceiling, he was a Nigger!
My husband showed him the home and he was impressed. He was out of work and was hoping to be able to find a job in our area and for him having the time to search for one and not worry about expenses was beneficial. He had come with a bank statement, background check, identification, references, and a cashier's check in hand for 6 months' rent plus a security deposit being prepared to take the room if he wanted it.
My husband agreed and a lease was signed with him to move in the following week. I was furious, "How in the hell could you rent our home to a Nigger?!"
"We have NO choice, he gave me a cashier's check for $4,200.00 and that should get us through our wait for our PPP."
I didn't speak to him for 3 days.
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When the time came for Jeremy, (that is his name ), to move in, Mark told me I would have to be civil to him. I agreed but held the reservation that contact with him would be minimal and chilly at best. To describe the first week as uncomfortable would be a gross understatement it was torture, mostly for him I think. Whenever he saw me, he would say, "Hello Lynn, how are you today?"
I would curtly say, "I am well thank you."
The second week was a bit better. I noticed that he was impeccably neat and clean, and always cleaned up after himself in the kitchen. Plus he would vacuum, sweep the kitchen floor, and dust around the house without being asked. Somewhere between weeks 3 and 4, my attitude towards him changed. Everything he did made an impression, and the ever-present, "Hello Lynn, how are you today?" took its toll. I started to answer him in a softer tone and carry on lite conversations. Eventually, we became friendly or I should say that I became friendly.
Jeremy was not a handsome man neither was he ugly. He was ordinary, 5' 10", perhaps 180 lbs with a bit of a paunch and black as coal with a killer smile that was warm and he always smiled with his eyes, dark brown and twinkly. His personality was by far his best attribute, kind, polite, always smiling, and a wonderful belly laugh. He had come here from Jamaica as a child but never lost his accent, well-educated and articulate.
I am a woman in my early 40's. Not drop-dead gorgeous, but attractive. 5' 7 ", 155 lbs, deep auburn hair with a decent figure. I take pride in my appearance having my silly exercise regimen that I perform 4 times a week and I walk about 2 miles every morning rain, snow, or shine. My boobs are firm at 36C, 31" waist, and 37" hips with no tummy, not a 6 pack but no tummy, LOL. I have been told all my life my legs and butt are my best physical attributes and I used to flaunt them now and then.
My sex life had been more than adequate I think. At first, Mark and I went at it like rabbits as all newly married couples do, but as all other couples it waned after a few years to about about once a week. Then to once a month if that. Mark is several years my senior and works every day for about 10/12 hours and he is usually tired when he gets home.
As the weeks turned into months, I was feeling quite comfortable with Jeremy. We would sit and have coffee in the mornings and chat. Never once did he ever do or say anything out of line. One morning after my run and shower Jeremy and I were having our morning coffee, "I am going to run errands shortly, do you need anything while I'm out," He asked if I would pick up some toothpaste and mouthwash for him while I was out. I added the items to my list and off I went.
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I came back home about 3 hours later unloaded my groceries from the car and took Jeremy's things to his bathroom ******* that anyone was home and walked in on Jeremy in his birthday suit about to get in the shower. I was so embarrassed. He was shocked and grabbed a towel to cover himself. I stammered something and scurried out.
What I was shocked about was not only that he naked, but he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It wasn't big, it was monstrous!! Like almost any other woman my age, I had watched a bit of porn if for no other reason than curiosity. I had as well watched an interracial one that was titled, "12-inch black dick fucks white wife" I must say that it was impressive, but a total turnoff for me. I had NO interest in a Nigger fucking me and had thought at the time that it was a sin.
About 20 minutes later Jeremy came into the kitchen. I was blushing in shame and mumbled something incoherent. He smiled and said, "It's no big deal, Lynn, it's one of those things that happens, and no harm was done," I could not say anything I sat there red-faced, embarrassed not knowing what to do or say. He sat down, "Why are you upset?"
"I'm not upset but I am completely embarrassed and ashamed."
"Is it because I am black?"
"I told him that was part of it."
He then asked a question that took me by surprise, "Do I have anything different than Mark?"
"No."
"Well imagine that, I have the same parts that a white man has, " then he laughed long and hard.
I looked at him and told him, " Yes, the same parts, but different."
"Yes I am," he answered with a somber look on his face, " I have had this curse my entire life."
I looked at him, "How could that be a curse?"
"I do not have an amazing sex life as society would claim a man with this affliction has, I have very little if any at all. Women take one look and that ends everything. I can't get a professional to pleasure me beyond a hand job," He had to leave then for an interview without anything else being said.
The next few days, I thought about his dick and what he said, it made sense to me. He was well over a foot long soft which made me wonder what would he be when he got hard? Then I would think about how I had treated him when he first moved in and how difficult it must be for him to have a sexless life. The psychological and emotional strain must be unbearable. But here he was always with a smile and a wonderful attitude toward everyone and everything.
I was horrified that I, a married white woman was thinking about his black dick again and again it went against everything I had thought and believed my entire life and I was confused.
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A few days later I heard Jeremy go into his bathroom and turn on the shower. Once he was in it I quietly slipped into his bathroom and sat on the toilet and waited for him to get out. Now it was my turn to shock him and boy did I! When he opened the shower door and saw me the look on his face was funny. He didn't know what to do except reach for his towel but I snatched it and went over to him taking his dick in my hands and started to jerk him off it was so thick and heavy but so soft and warm. I was in total awe of it and had the urge to suck it that wasn't going to happen since there was no way I could get the head in my mouth let alone the entire cock. He was as thick, if not as thick, thicker than a beer can. So I licked the underside and all around the head when BOOM he came, he came all over the place, I had never imagined that anyone could cum that much. He covered my face, hair, boobs, and I got a mouth full that I ended up swallowing which was a first because I had rarely sucked my husband's cock and NEVER allowed him to cum in it. His cum had a very distinct flavor that I found to be intoxicating. Not slimy at all, but thick, rich, very creamy, and tangy. When I looked up at him, he was crying. He was so surprised and pleased that I did that for him that it brought him to tears. He looked down at me, "Now what, I don't know what to do, do I have to move now?"
I smiled at him, "Don't be silly, it was a spontaneous moment," he smiled that big smile at me and I left the room.
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The next few days went normally, Mark went to work, and I did my exercises and my run while Jeremy continued his job hunting, we would have our morning coffee, all was well, and nothing was mentioned. But the truth was I had not forgotten and had a craving to do it again. So a few days later when Jeremy went to take a shower I slipped into the bathroom and waited. When he opened the shower door I licked his dick, except this time I was ready and swallowed almost all of his cum.
Afterward, I said that I enjoyed it and asked if he did to which he readily agreed and we decided that this was going to be my morning protein drink from then on. Every day I would lick Jeremy's dick and swallow his cum. I wanted to see how much he came so I took a baggy and put his head in it when he started to cum and every time it was just over a quarter cup, 2 ounces! Each time we did it after the measuring, I gave him a wicked smile and drank it which always got him hard again and I would lick him again getting the same results. After about three weeks I went to his room with just my robe before my post-workout morning shower as usual but this morning I had an itch when I entered his room he was lying on the bed waiting for me, "Today is going to be a little different, I wanted to give him my pussy or at least try to, I wanted to see if I could take any of it and if so how much," I had made it a personal challenge and to be honest I was getting a bit randy by this time with drinking his cum. His eyes got big, I smiled at him, "Yep, but I will get on top and control it." I had brought lube and GENEROULY applied it to his dick and inside myself even though I was as wet as I had ever been I stood over him and lower my pussy to the head of his dick. I lowered myself until my pussy touched the head of his dick and BOOM he shot his load.
He got all flustered and started to apologize but I couldn't help it and started to laugh which hurt his feelings, "Sorry, but talk about being ready! I am so flattered by you doing that," he was still hard so up I went again and lowered myself this time his head started to go in and I had the most incredible full feeling and his whole head wasn't even in me. I slowly lowered myself more taking the entire head of his dick. This was quite a chore as I had to balance and hold myself up at the same time but I did it. I would take an inch, stop and relax, then take another inch, stop and relax, and in about 10 minutes I had only taken about 6 inches and that was all I thought I could take this first time, "I don't know if I can take anymore, my legs are tired and I can't keep my balance, hold myself up anymore," I got off and laid on my back, "You can take over but go slowly and if say stop, stop."
He got on top and returned to the 6" mark before beginning to work his way in further. He quickly gained another 2" and all was good but I was a bit nervous after a short respite he went in another inch or so and told him that was all I could take and he started to fuck me. There was no pain, but the fullness I felt was surreal, I had at least 9" of thick, black dick inside of me and it was incredible. He started fucking me a bit harder and I started climaxing and I do mean STARTED because it was continuous until he stopped. He asked, "Are you on the pill or anything?"
"No."
"I'm going to cum and will pull out, I don't want to take the chance, I will get you pregnant."
I told him, "NO, I want every drop of your cum inside of me," not just the fucking was in play here but having a black man fuck my married white pussy and filling it with his cum was so damn hot that I did not want to miss the ecstasy and cum he did! I felt as though a dam had just burst inside of me and loved every second of it. I knew how much cum he was putting deep inside me and the idea that I may get pregnant was so erotic. He pulled out of me and I instinctively licked his dick clean while his cum poured out of me.
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We had graduated to another level and now I can't get enough of his magnificent black dick and he can't get enough of my married white pussy. We continued for about 3 weeks with me ending up being able to take most but never all of his dick and I still can't. He is 13 inches long hard and the very best I can take is about 12. There isn't any more room inside of me. He has entered my uterus that is a whole different story.
He told me that he had been fantasizing about my ass. I replied that I would put some thought into it, but don't get his hopes up. I had never had anyone fuck my ass before and he was so big. But I did research, I read how you can train your ass for fucking by using a butt plug. So off to the adult store I went and they had some of the most interesting things you saw. The clerk was a very nice younger gal and I explained to her what I was trying to do. When I told her the size of Jeremy's dick her eyes got big. She took me to the butt plug aisle and handed me the biggest one they had, and to keep it inside of me for as long as I can.
I went home and with great difficulty, I got it in my ass. It hurt like hell but I was determined. The first day all I could do was about 10 minutes at a time several times a day then after a few days, I could keep it in me for about 4 hours and got used to walking, sitting, and everything with it in me. I never wore it while with Jeremy, I wanted it to be a surprise.
The day came when I told myself this is the day Jeremy takes my ass. I had worn the plug through the night while in bed. When I went to his room that morning I took off my robe and turned my ass towards him. He asked what in the hell that was. I told him about it, then pulled it out and told him to hurry and try to fuck my ass while it was still loose. I got on all fours and offered my ass to him. He put the head against my hole and pushed and In he went. There was some pain, but not much. I told him the same rules apply as when he first fucked my pussy and to go VERY slow. He did and about 15 minutes later he had seven or eight inches in my ass and I told him that was the limit that it was starting to hurt. He started to fuck my ass slow and steady, it was heavenly, I started playing with my pussy and instantly began cumming over and over as I watched his huge black dick going in and out of me in the mirror. It didn't take him long to fill my ass with cum. When he pulled out I looked at his dick and it was clean so I bent over and lick his cum and my ass juice off of it.
He now fucks my ass 3 to 4 times a week and here's the strange part. I can't take him balls deep in my pussy, but I can and do in my ass.
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I decided that I would have to talk with Mark. I told Jeremy and he agreed, I told him that it had to be between Mark and myself. He didn't like the idea, but I stood firm. The next day when Mark came home I told him that I would like to talk something over with him after dinner.
When dinner was over and the dishes cleared we sat down and I told him the entire story. He sat there expressionless and listened intently through the whole thing. When I was finished he sat there for a moment before finally speaking, "I should be angry, even furious, but I'm not." He acknowledged that we were not what we used to be sexually and that in all honesty, he wasn't motivated about sex. He also told me that I had become his very best friend and that he loved me more than any other living creature, Are you in love with Jeremy?"
"Yes, but not in the way I love you, I love you as my soulmate and my love with him is sexual, physical."
"I wanted you to be happy and satisfied with your life and if Jeremy makes your life better it was all good."
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Now that we didn't have to hide what we were doing anymore we were fucking at least two times a day. I had also become more open in public, Jeremy and I would go out and I would hold on to his arm, he would put his arm around me with his hand resting on my ass for all who wanted to could see.
One night he was fucking me and told me he wished I was his wife. I didn't say anything back, but I thought about that for a few days. A few days later while we were having coffee, I told him that I liked the thought of being his wife and had another talk with Mark. I told him that perhaps Jeremy should move into our room with me and he into Jeremy's room. We would still be married in name but Jeremy would now be my husband. He had no objections and that evening Jeremy and I consummated our new relationship, I was now his wife, and he my husband.
So here we are, I have two husbands. One is my husband in name and my best friend, the other is the lust of my life. It is no secret now that Jeremy and I are fucking, the neighbors, our friends, everyone knows I am pregnant with Jeremy's baby, when I told him, he smiled and fucked me right there on the spot.
