Lexi Climbs Her Mountain

Lexi Climbs Her Mountain

I was in the kitchen when I heard it —

Steve was on the deck cleaning the grill grate thingy —

KNOCK — KNOCK —KNOCK

For a moment, my heart leapt. I quickly checked the clock on the microwave, “Its not even close to 6 yet — It can’t be him....right?” I thought.

I walked to the back door and opened it ...

“Steve — someone’s at the door. Can you....?”

“Yeah. I heard a car drive up ... I’ll get it. Is it Carl?”

I shrugged.

In the few steps it took Steve to come into the house and then make his way to the front door, my mind was racing between the food — the house — how I looked and about a hundred other things. I didn’t move from where I was in the kitchen...I couldn’t move. And from where I was standing, I couldn’t see the front door ... but I could hear.

I heard the weather strip drag across the floor as Steve pulled it open — before it even stopped sliding — I heard him.

“My man,” boomed from the doorway.

It was him! And he was 1 hour and 15 minutes early!

That is something we would get accustomed to over the next ... well, I won’t tell you how long ... I’ll let you figure that out as we go.

But Carl was rarely on time. Sometimes he was late, but most of the time he was early. Sometimes really early.

I was frozen in my kitchen — I was already dressed. My level of excitement had me physically ready for at least a couple of hours. But in almost every other way ... I wasn’t. There was something very different about Carl —

From my very limited experience with him, what I knew was that he was brash and bold and loud and unapologetic about the space he took up in any given place — physically and just in terms of his overall presence. That wasn’t always a good thing ... but sometimes it was a very good thing.

Quick side note on Carl:

Carl wasn’t the kind of guy I would ever think of being attracted to. Yes, he’s black and big and not ugly in the looks department — he’s pretty average looking. But, besides that, he didn’t strike me as a thinker. I like thinkers. Guys who can talk about things other than sports and women and cars and whatever else occupies their minds. Carl didn’t appear to be that at all — and in most of the important ways ... he truly wasn’t.

But for whatever reason, his way kind of drew me. I didn’t necessarily like that his was had such an affect on me — but I would learn to more and more.

Going back to before my affair, in my mind I thought that if Steve had had a bigger cock I wouldn’t have cheated. But that just wasn’t the case.

Steve is my everything for everything but sex. He’s smart, caring, successful (I’m not just talking about money), selfless and pretty much hero-like.

Carl was the opposite in almost every way. He’s not a complete moron, but as I said he’s not a thinker ... not on anything deep, anyway. Neither is he a particularly caring man — though he can show some restraint. And he’s definitely not selfless — Carl is for Carl ... though there are benefits for women in that. And a later story will show you he’s no hero.

But all of those lackluster qualities have a different kind of shine — a shine that Steve was incapable of because he’s just a better person. But it was a shine that I apparently needed ... or at least wanted. A man who thought almost entirely about one thing ... who more or less took what he wanted ... and was big and powerful enough to take it.

End of Side Note on Carl.

Back to my story and the week leading up to the day — THE DAY!

—————————————————————-—————————————————————

The day after Steve and I and Carl talked at the bar about my wanting Carl ... Carl texted Steve — (I’ll translate what’s not always clear in his texts)

Carl: Sup Shooter.

(Carl is prone to nicknames and Shooter is one of the many he’s given Steve. He’s given me lots too and of course has some for himself and even his ..... well you know lol)

Steve: Good morning Carl. Long time.

Carl: LOL Sorry bout that. I like to get things set

Steve: I understand. By set, what are you referring to exactly?

Carl: Me and your wife. When we doin this?

Steve: As I mentioned we’d like to sit down with you again and talk about how everything is going to go and about our expectations.

Carl: That’s what I’m talkin bout, Shooter. When

Steve: What works for you?

Carl: You at work

Steve: Of course.

Carl: How bout I swing by your house now and talk to the wifey

Carl: Just messin with ya

Steve: How’s this weekend? Saturday?

Carl: Weekend? Damn! That’s a long time to make me wait!

Carl: So we’re just talkin when we meet

Steve: Carl, lets meet and see how things go. As I said, we want to make sure we’re all on the same page.

Carl: Same page? I think we all know what’s happenin

Steve: Sure. But you need to provide a test from your doctor that proves you’re clean and you also need to agree to wear a condom.

Carl: I know how it goes. Why I need a condom if I prove I’m clean

Steve: Don’t be an ass, Carl. Its just one of our rules.

Carl: Your rule or Lexi’s rule?

Carl: Just messin with ya. LOL I got ya.

Carl: So Saturday

Carl: What time

Steve: Why don’t you come at 6. I’ll grill out and we can talk.

Carl: 6 it is. I can’t wait.

—————————————————————-—————————————————————

That text led to many more. Carl is impulsive and as I said in my side note, he’s pretty single minded.

I’ve learned that once he gets something into his mind, its all he really thinks about and he drives forward with abandon until he gets it. I’m a bit like that too, but my way of getting what I want is just plain cuter and way more strategic. For me its part of the fun. For Carl, its just his way. There really isn’t any thought behind it. Anyways, he’s not only singleminded ... he’s also incredibly shortsighted, which will bite him in the end. He just doesn’t really think about what he’s doing or how his actions might be perceived or what the consequences might be.

Sexually speaking, that kind of personality is a rush. But between the sex, he can kind of wear you down ... especially Steve.

This first week wasn’t as bad as others — he showed some restraint .... but not much, and because it was our first experience with Carl — we couldn’t feel the restraint. But as the week went on, he got more and more explicit about his own expectations and it made our meeting take on a completely different feel than just a talk about expectation.

Over the course of many texts, he made it clear that he intended on doing more than just talking. He and I were of the same mind with that, but it wore Steve down to the point of acceptance — coupled with my pleadings, of course. If it weren’t for my help, Steve would have cut Carl off before anything even started. But I did help and so Steve grew to accept what was inevitable.

But eventually, Carl explained what he wanted from me.

He wanted my pussy to be shaved bald — no problem there. He wanted me to wear a dress with no panties underneath — again not an issue. He also said that he would “have me” more than once to “break me in”. And that he and I would be alone when he “fucked me”.

I was quickly falling under his very simple and primal spell.

Steve and I talked about all of them — some were easier than others. Like being alone and taking me more than once were not as comfortable for Steve ... and on some level, neither was it all that comfortable for me. What does “breaking me in” mean??? You have to remember my inexperience, at this point.

But it was very clear to both of us that Carl was much more experienced in this alternative lifestyle stuff than Robert was.

The good thing about that for Steve, was that it probably meant Carl knew how to keep a relationship like this quiet. And that was something he stressed from the beginning.

The bad thing for Steve, was that Carl was likely in the know about cuckolding ... at the very least he surely knew what it was. Steve wasn’t really big on that. Steve’s hope that this would be a short lived experience and that Carl would believe that Steve was a swinger who just happened to let his wife mess around alone once in a while — was quickly fading.

So Steve had mixed feelings, but as the week got closer and closer to Saturday, it was the cuckold stuff that he focused on most.

For me, it was all good. I knew this wasn’t going to be a short lived romance ... though I never said that to Steve until the day after the big day — but my mind kept drifting back to the breaking me in comment. It excited me — for sure! What kind of man was this and what kind of cock does he have??? But with each day — I grew a little more nervous.

So the night before was a sleepless one ... for both of us. We both tossed and turned throughout, but neither of us said anything.

Normally I would be much more on my game with something like this — using Steve’s nervousness and fear and turning them into fun for both of us was what I did. But my mind was just focused on the phrase “breaking me in” — what did he mean??

I ended up falling asleep about 2:30 am, but by the time the sun started to shine through our bedroom skylights — I was up and ready to run. I’ve always loved running — long before Robert — but it also helps me when I have tons of nervous energy. So I ran and I ran hard.

Steve was already up working in the yard by the time I got home. That’s his way of burning nervous energy.

As I ran up the driveway and up to the house, Steve was turned away from me and facing our natural area,

“I’m going to shower, Steve. Ok?”

“Ok —“

I opened the door and was about to step into the house and thought — this is crazy. This isn’t me. What am I doing? I need to enjoy this and Steve really needs this or tonight’s going to be a nightmare for him ... he needed focus.

So I turned and stepped to the edge of our front porch and leaned over the railing —

“Wanna join me?”

I didn’t wait for his answer — I knew he’d come.

With my new resolve to be more like me and most of my nerves burned off with my run — a new energy was starting to happen. I jogged up the stairs and turned the corner into the hallway that leads into our bedroom and stopped at our master bath. I went in and turned the water on so it could warm up a bit before we got in.

Before I could completely get my clothes off, Steve was already behind me. Silly man lol.

“I thought you’d be faster,” I laughed as I finished disrobing.

“Right. Uh huh.”

He immediately started taking off his clothes — and after he was naked, he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

“Salty, huh? Lol Sorry. I’m a little sweaty.”

“I know —“

I half peeled his arms away from me and pushed open the big glass door —

We stepped in and while we showered we had a really sweet moment. Our shower head comes down out of the ceiling directly above the middle of our walk-in shower. We just stood under it and kissed and played and soaped each other up and then rinsed off. I never mentioned Carl and neither did Steve ... but there’s no doubt ... what was going to happen later was on both of our minds.

After our moment, we got out and were drying each other off,

“Will you do me a favor, baby?”

He straightened up ... and with the look he gave me, I knew that he knew things were going in a different direction.

“Of course, Lex. What?”

“Go get your cage —“

He was, as he had been since he got in the shower — hard.

I looked down at it,

“I’ll take care of that in a sec, k? I promise Just get it. K?”

He walked out of the bathroom and to my side of the bed and got his cage out of my nightstand drawer.

While he was busy doing that, I got a towel and folded it and set it on the floor in front of our big tub next to the shower. I turned, straddled the towel and sat down and spread my legs as I waited for him.

When he came back in, cage in hand ...

“I want you to shave me.”

Steve has done this before several times, and, knowing how much black men love it, I generally keep myself shaved completely bare. But I wanted to make sure it was extra smooth ... you know. For Carl.

Steve didn’t say anything — he stepped back into the shower to get my razor —

“No. Get a new one out of my drawer ...”

He did. As he walked back and knelt on the floor in front of me, a surge of adrenaline shot through my veins.

Merely seeing him kneeling in front of me on the towel I placed for him ... with my shaving cream and razor in his hands ... and his cage setting on the floor next to him ... omg that little scene did more than anything to shock me back into my normal self.

“Can you hand me your cage, please?”

He sat back on his heels and set down the can of shaving cream, picked up the cage and handed it to me.

“Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome Lex ...”

“You can start.”

He set down the razor and picked up the shaving cream again. Putting some into his hand, he scooted forward and slowly rubbed it over my pussy ...

I looked down on him ... watching and smiling at how gentle he was.

I reached for his hair and softly ran my fingers through it.

“The shower was fun, right?”

He looked up at me and nodded yes.

“I love you so much. You’re the best husband in the world.”

“Thank you, Lex .... I love you too.”

He set the shaving cream down and started to gently shave me. I spread my legs further and leaned back with my hands on the side of the tub — watching him delicately shave me bare for another man to enjoy.

“I really want you to know that I love that you’re my husband. I couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else.”

He continued to shave me ...

“But for the rest of the day, babe — you’re just my cuckold.”

He stopped and looked up at me — I could tell he liked it.

“Why do you like it when I say that? When I talk to you like that?”

“I don’t know Lexi. I know its a game we pla—“

“I’m not playing, Steve. This is not a game. You’re on your knees preparing your wife’s pussy for another man to fuck. This is not a game. Its who we are. I love you as both. I love you as my husband because you love me so well and provide for me and take care of me ... and I love you for what you can’t do very well. I don’t just love you despite the fact that you can’t please me that way — its weird, but I love you even more because of it — and I love you even more than that because you let other men do what you can’t do. I love you as both my husband and my cuckold.”

He just sat there ... listening and then interjecting,

“I know ... “

“While we were in the shower, just now — you were my husband and I loved it. Did you?”

“Of course.”

“But for the rest of today — you’re my cuckold. Ok?”

He nodded.

“I’m going to cage you in a minute so you don’t forget. K?”

When he finished shaving me — he wiped the excess cream off with a wet wash cloth. I watched him as he finished —

“Am I smooth enough, cuck?”

He reached to feel —

“No. With your tongue. I want to know that when Carl puts his tongue on my pussy that its smooth enough for him.”

He leaned forward and started to lick up my labia and then down ... and then moved to the other side .. I could feel his tongue glide easily over my skin and knew that I was nice and ready. I wanted him to do more though —

“Taste me, cuck.”

He centered his tongue and as he slid his tongue up my slit ... I lifted my left leg and set it on his back ... and pulled his mouth to my pussy by his hair.

“Mmmmm cuck. Do I taste good for Carl?”

He didn’t stop but mumbled, “Mmhmmm”

“Imagine what I’m going to taste like later ...”

He stopped — and that was the end of that.

“Lex, no. He’s agreed to wear a condom.”

“I know. But what if I want him to cum inside me, cucky. I love it so much.”

“Lexi no. We agreed.”

“But he has a test. Right? I mean he’s clean. I’ll try but what if I can’t help it?”

“Lexi I ju...”

“Let’s not worry about it — k? It will be fine.”

“Let me make you cum so I can put your little dick in its cuck cage.”

“I’m serious, Lexi ... don’t do thi...”

“I know you are, Steve. Now let me help you.”

We switched places. He sat on the tub and I knelt down on the towel.

The way our conversation ended, started to make him soften a little. He was still so worried that Carl was going to find out that he was a cuckold — a cum eating cuckold, at that. And worried that I was not going to be able to resist having him cum inside me.

Before we left the bathroom, I made him cum with my hand and put his little cage on him.

He started to walk away but I grabbed him and tap-tap-tapped the end of his cage with my fingernail,

“Remember, little Steve is not coming out until Carl leaves — and then only if you’re a good little cuck. Ok?”

He nodded.

“Say okay, cuckold.”

“Okay Lexi.”

After Steve left, I painted my pretty toes red and did the same with my dainty, little fingers. I went through my clothes about a dozen times — trying to decide what to wear. It was fairly warm out, so I wanted it to be light and I didn’t want anything too dressy. I just couldn’t decide.

It was still several hours before Carl would come — so I decided to lay down for a little while, knowing that I wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night ... hoping I wouldn’t. I had no idea how long “breaking me in” took.

I slept for about an hour and a half — though I mostly just laid there ... I was still on edge and excited and it was killing me not to touch myself.

While I was laying down, Carl texted Steve a few times about when he was coming and when he planned to get there. Carl lives about 40 minutes from us and has to drive through uptown so he said that traffic might make him late. Steve told him whenever he got there would be fine.

Eventually, I went to get the food ready for Steve to grill. He had bought some steaks earlier in the week — though I’m not much of a meat eater ... well, that’s not true wink wink. I made a salad and seasoned some zucchini for Steve to grill as well. That, with the baked potatoes I had planned, would make a nice dinner for us to talk over.

After I got the food ready ... I went upstairs and started to get ready.

I’m not really as girly as some women are — I tend to wear jeans or shorts and t-shirts a lot. I have a nice bubble in my butt and my legs are toned so I never get complaints. But I decided to go all out for Carl. He did say he wanted me to wear a dress.

The one I ended on was a short, silky, fairly low cut blue but almost black dress with spaghetti straps. Steve says it looks almost like it could be counted as lingerie — I laid it out and went into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair. Normally I don’t wear a whole lot of makeup — but I went a little heavier for Carl ... thinking he’d prefer something a bit sluttier. Next was my hair, which doesn’t take long because I’ve always kept it straight.

I was ready. I looked at myself in my full length mirror in our bedroom. Turning side to side ... turning around and checking out my ass. I felt sexy ... especially when I imagined Carl the Mountain standing behind me!

So it was about 4:30 and I was in the kitchen and Steve was outside getting his grill cleaned up and ready to cook.

KNOCK — KNOCK — KNOCK

“My man.”

I could hear them from the kitchen — still unable to move. My return to normal ended there — and my nerves came back in full force.

I was standing just around the corner ... listening.

“Hey Carl. You’re early.”

“Sorry bout that Shooter ... I didn’t know how bad the traffic would be and I didn’t want to keep the little lady waiting.”

OMG — I thought. Little lady??? His forwardness was making me even damper than my thoughts of him had.

“Where is she?”

“I’ll get her, Carl. She’s in the kitchen. Have a seat. Do you want a beer?”

“Yeah man — that’d be good.”

Steve came into the kitchen and I grabbed his hands and pulled back to the stove away from the corner ... and excitedly and nervously whispered —

“OMG he’s so early! What are we going to do??”

“I assume we’ll talk, Lexi.”

“I know that but OMG. Do I look okay? I didn’t even have a chance to check. I was going to check before he got here.”

Feeling my hair — “Is my hair flat?”

Steve halfway laughed. Halfway because I was wanting him to check how his wife looked for another man.

“You look perfect Lex. I’ll take him outside with me while I grill. Don’t worry. I can start it early so we don’t have to wait until 6. Calm down.”

“Ok. Should I go say hi? I should go say hi.”

“Yes. Lexi — settle down. You look amazing.”

“Thanks baby — I mean cuck”

I smiled and kissed him ... then walked into the living room.

As I entered the room —

“There’s my girl —“ He got up and walked towards me. I didn’t know how he was going to greet me but I think I would have stripped naked right there had he asked.

He didn’t.

He hugged me and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. Then he backed up and looked me up and down ... and then up and down again ... and then up to my eyes.

“God damn woman you’re fine!”

I blushed and said thank you — my chest had to have already started to turn red.

Steve told Carl that he could join him on the deck while he grilled so he grabbed a couple of beers for the two of them and Carl followed him out.

I stayed in and tossed the salad and set the table ... and then Carl came in.

I was standing at the table with my back to where he came in — when I turned around, he was standing there looking at me — well my body.

Without taking his eyes off of me and never quite making it to my face,

“Sexy Lexi ... where’s the bathroom?”

I smiled ... my face and chest immediately flushed ... his eyes on me melted me ...

I pointed toward the hall of the living room,

“Its down on you...”

“Why don’t you just show me, baby.”

My heart raced. I had no idea what he was up to but I knew he didn’t need an escort to where the bathroom was.

“Ok. I could do that.”

I led him down the hall way and as we got there ... I had that feeling you get when you’re sure someone is watching you ... I knew he was watching my butt as I walked in front of him and probably imagining it in his hands ... well, that’s what I was imagining.

It was a short walk and the hall darkened the further we went and as I neared the bathroom door ... I turned to show him that this was it ... but he grabbed me by the waist immediately and pulled me close to him ... as though I were already his.

I guess we had made that known but it still startled me. As he held me close and pushed his bulge into my stomach, he looked down my dress at the breasts that would soon be his to handle, kiss, suck, pinch, bite ... anything he wanted... and then he raised his gaze to my face ... my eyes.

“Baby, I’ve been waiting to do this since I got here.”

He leaned down and kissed me. There was no build up ... no gentle touching of his lips to mine. His big lips were pressed into mine and his thick, wet tongue snaked its way into my mouth. I could hardly catch my breath. Instinctively, I circled his tongue with mine — sucking his with my lips ... he backed me against the wall pressing his weight further into me. I wanted him to pick me up and take me right there ... but he didn’t. He stopped.

He pulled his lips from mine and I moaned ... he backed up just enough to grab my wrist and pull it to the bulge in his jeans. Even through that thick denim, I could tell he was really big ... his bulge felt strong and large but still packed into a big ball by his underwear so I wasn’t sure how big.

“That what you want, Sexy Lexi? You want my big black dick tonight?”

I could barely think let alone speak — I just stared up into his eyes ... biting my lip, I nodded yes.

He smiled and chuckled,

“I got plenty of that, wifey. And you’re gonna get it all tonight.”

He leaned down and kissed me again — deep and lusty and animalistic — while I gripped and squeezed his hardening cock.

“We better get you back to your husband or I’m going to put you on your knees and let your worship my dick.”

I was losing myself —

He didn’t even use the bathroom! Lol

Dinner was nice ... but filled with obvious tension. Steve was at the head of the table ... I had my back to the doorway that leads into the kitchen and Carl, was across from me with his back to the window. He and Steve both had a few beers while we ate ... I even had one of Steve’s fruit beers ... guava, I think it was.

As I’ve mentioned before, I rarely drink, so it doesn’t take much for me to feel happy (I like that word better than buzz). Carl and I started flirting more and more as dinner went on ... He was less obnoxious than I would have expected for this setting ... but he was still forward. I think he was still trying to figure out our marriage and just what sort of dynamic we had going on.

Steve had said that we were swingers when he asked Carl about seeing me, so Carl asked me how long we’d been swinging. I told him a couple of years. For some strange reason, Steve and I never thought about our type of lifestyle being questioned. Lol.

He then asked if we had been to one of the swinger clubs we have in our city. I looked to Steve...kind of unsure about what to say and looked back to Carl,

“No. We haven’t. Is it a good one?”

He asked about one other. I gave him the same answer.

He let it go after that but I wondered if he was putting it together ... if he didn’t already know. In reality, Steve and I were still novices to the lifestyle. Robert’s lack of experience with cuckolding didn’t really help us mature in any way. Outside of reading articles, there was really nothing to truly educate us. Neither of us had any idea of how easily we could be identified as a cuckold marriage. Carl knew — we just weren’t aware.

By then it was getting close to 7 and I wasn’t sure how to move us along toward a more comfortable setting. So I just got up and started clearing the table.

Steve got up as well and invited Carl to come with him into the living room while I finished cleaning up. Typical. Lol

As Steve walked out of the room, Carl went the other way. I heard him follow a few steps behind me. I went to the counter next to the sink and put the few dishes I had down. I could feel him directly behind me and then he reached around me to place his plate on the others. It sent chills through my whole body. His big arm brushing mine. And then his other, on my other side. His big black body completely encased mine. Then he drew his arms closer and wrapped them around my waist. I was almost shaking with excitement.

He removed one hand to pull my hair to the side ... I submissively leaned my head slightly to the side to give him my neck. He took it. He placed those full lips on my flesh and sucked ... then he kissed it. He continued to suck and kiss for several seconds and then let his hand slide down the front of my dress. His hand felt heavy and strong...

I was breathing harder ... much more labored and I instinctively moaned as his thick fingers touched the skin of my thigh. Slowly he raised it ... and with it my dress.

“My turn to touch,” he whispered into my ear.

I immediately opened my legs as my head fell back against his chest and my eyes closed. He placed his flattened hand over my pussy and cupped her. I felt so small.

“Mmmmm good girl. You shaved for me.”

Without thinking, I moaned out, “Steve did it.”

I could feel him smile on my ear. Then he parted my lips with his thick middle finger, bending it and pushing it inside me ... I tensed and pushed back against him ... and rocked my hips forward. I wanted to fuck his finger right there in my kitchen while my husband sat in the living room.

“God damn baby — you’re already dripping for me.”

“Oh god .... yesss. You make me wet, Carl.”

“Good girl. You’re gonna scream for me tonight, little wifey. I’m gonna make damn sure,” as he continued to finger me.

“Yes Carl ... omg yes”

He pushed his finger even deeper inside me and bent it tighter against my spot — rubbing it and massaging it ...

The setting and the anticipation with his finger inside me were all working together to make me ready to cum. My legs started to shake and I was beginning to moan even more loudly.

So he stopped and pulled his finger from me and turned me around — he brought his finger to his mouth and slid it into his mouth. I watched him suck my juices from his finger.

“Mmmmm you taste good, baby. I’m gonna eat that pussy up.”

He backed up and told me we better get back to Steve.

He let me by and I led him into the living room.

Steve was on the far couch and, I’m sure, expected me to sit next to him ... but I didn’t. Instead I sat on the couch across from him and Carl followed me and sat down.

Steve looked a little nervous —

This was not new, of course. Steve had seen me sit with Robert across from him many times before.

But all of this was different ... it was new for both of us.

What was new was that I wasn’t in control of anything. Naturally, neither was Steve. I mean he’s a cuckold and this is sex — its not his role.

No ... Carl, with just his presence was directing things.

He asked Steve if he could have another beer ...

Steve said sure and got up and walked toward us on my side of the couch with a short glance into my eyes as he passed by us ... before he got into the kitchen, he stopped and asked if me I wanted anything. I turned toward Carl on the couch and looked over my shoulder and said no.

As soon as Steve was out of the room, Carl pulled me on to his lap — it felt right and it felt dominant. I was getting out of my mind for him.

His hands immediately went under my dress and to my butt. It felt so tiny in his huge hands ... he gripped and squeezed as I moaned ... pulling my pussy down onto his jean covered bulge. He felt massive.

I leaned down and started kissing him. He was absolutely inhaling me ... his big lips encapsulating mine ... his large tongue searching my mouth. I was loving it and getting lost in the moment again ... until I heard Steve put the beers down on the coffee table between us.

But, not enough to stop. I couldn’t stop.

Carl did, though — but he didn’t let me move. He started talking to me in a voice that was just above a whisper — I wasn’t sure if Steve could hear us or not. (He couldn’t hear everything, he would later tell me — but he heard bits and pieces)

“How many black men have fucked you, little thing?”

“One,” I whispered.

“He didn’t fuck you like I’m gonna ... I promise you that, baby.”

I just stared — he continued to hold my butt and every once in a while slide his hands up my back ... my dress slid up as well, so Steve could easily see what was happening.

“When we start, you’re gonna suck my cock until I tell you to stop ...”

I nodded as I caressed his face ... staring into his eyes ... loving his words and the way he was speaking to me.

“And I’m gonna eat that pussy until I’m full ... then we gonna fuck until I’m done.”

My hips were pressing my pussy down harder on to him ... I could feel him hardening and it was making me want him immediately.

“You like that, wifey?”

As I leaned forward for his lips, I moaned, “Yesssss”

We kissed for a short time longer while he continued to hold and squeeze my ass ... and pushing his huge bulge into my pussy.

Then he stopped. And gently slid me off of him.

He looked over to Steve —

“I almost forgot, Shooter.”

He leaned forward and reached into his back pocket for the test we asked for and that he promised. He set it on the coffee table in front of Steve. Steve reached for it and read it.

As he set back I put my hand on Carl’s thigh and swung my leg over his knee. We watched and waited for Steve to look up. When Steve did look up, Carl’s big black hand was running up and down my leg ... from my ankle to under my knee and then half way up the bottom of my leg just stopping before he reached my butt.

“There it is my man ... clean as clean can be.”

Steve looked directly into my eyes and then to my hand and nodded. I watched his eyes and smiled as I moved my hand over Carl’s crotch. My leg was in the way of Steve seeing ... but he could tell where my hand was.

Carl bent his head toward my ear and whispered, “Time to make that pussy mine.”

He looked back to Steve — and ran his hand all the way up under my dress ... covering my butt with his big black hand ... he squeezed.

“I think your wife would like us to have some privacy, Steve-o. Thanks for the beer. LOL”

He hadn’t touched it.

We got up and I led him to the spare bedroom down the hall past the bathroom. Once inside I said,

“I’ll be right back. I forgot something.”

I closed the door behind me and came back into the living room where Steve was sitting. I came up behind the couch and leaned over the back and kissed his cheek ... running my hand down his chest toward his little cage ... I cupped it. It felt so incredibly small.

I whispered into his ear, “I’m sorry you can’t watch. I’m not sure how long we’re going to be... but he’s sooooo big and thick and yummy, baby.”

I kissed his neck ... and then back to his ear ... tugging on his cage with my hand,

“I have a feeling you’re going to hear me scream — a lot. But don’t worry — unless you hear me call your name — k? He feels so thick. I hope I can take all of him.”

I kissed him again — tugging on his cage some more —

“Oh — and I decided not to use condoms ....”

He started to turn towards me,

“I’m sorry, baby. I just have to feel him ... and I want to feel him cum, baby. Please don’t be mad.”

He settled back, knowing he wouldn’t change my mind. I turned his face toward mine and kissed him.

“If I’m able”

Kiss.

“I’ll come see my little cuckold after.”

Kiss.

“And I’ll let you clean me. Bye cuck. I love you.”

I kissed him deep and he accepted my tongue ... kissing me back ... which let me know that he was okay with what I was planning.

I walked back to the room and when I opened the door, Carl was sitting on the bed completely naked. His black skin on the white comforter looked amazing. His arms and chest looked massive and imposing. But even more impressive ... more amazing was his long thick cock hanging down. I wasn’t sure about the length (it would turn out that he wasn’t quite as long as Robert) but even semi-soft he was clearly thicker ... much thicker. Was this what he was talking about when he said he was going to “break me in?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Everything was big on him, but that cock was all I could now see. It was long and black and it hooked to my left just a little toward the end. And it was uncut!

I had never seen an uncut cock before. I wouldn’t say it was ugly ... but it wasn’t as pretty as a cut one ... but somehow that it made it even hotter to me.

“Take your clothes off, Lexi.”

His words startled me out of my trance and I quickly looked to his grinning face like I had just been caught...He laughed and said,

“Come closer. I wanna see that body.”

I stepped toward him ... just a few feet in front of him.

I leaned down and undid the small strap on my heel and slid it off. Then the other one. I stood and slowly pulled my dress over my head.

“Turn around. Lemme see that ass.”

I turned.

He reached out and softly spanked me which made me jump. Then he spanked me again. I jumped again.

“God damn baby, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

He reached for my waist and turned me around and pulled me between his legs. Our faces were just inches from each other. I could feel his breath.

His slid one hand between us and with it nudged my hips back a bit so he could touch my pussy. He slid his middle finger all the way inside me — I was dripping wet — soaked, already ... I knew it but now he did.

“You’re so tight baby — you sure you been resized?”

I just moaned.

He started to finger me harder — circling his finger inside me — bending it back and pushing it in and out. I was going crazy. I reached up and held his shoulders as he continued to have his way with me.

He placed his other hand on my ass and gripped it tight ... pushing me down onto his finger even further ...

“God damn, wifey — you’re gonna cum already.”

I just moaned while I started to fall forward onto him ...

He laughed and then pulled his finger from my pussy before I could ... I stood back up and he pushed his finger into my mouth —

“Suck it off baby.”

I did ... holding his hand with both of mine ... licking and sucking my juices off of his finger.

“Good girl.”

He pulled my lips to his and we started to kiss again — harder than before — both of our kisses were filled with absolute lust...as though we were feasting.

I reached between us and held his cock for the first time. It was semi-hard — but still really thick. I could feel the veins starting to thicken with my touch ... and the amount of skin on his uncut cock was very different than I had experienced before ... very different. But it was the thickness and the fact that it was getting thicker is what I remember most.

Robert felt thick to me too — but that was because Steve was so thin and small. Robert wasn’t thin at all ... but Carl felt much thicker. I stroked him while we continued to kiss and every once in a while he would spank me — a little harder each time.

He stood up and stepped me back putting one of his hands on my shoulder and gently pushing me down — I knew what he wanted — I immediately knelt before him and held his cock with both hands while I just stared at it — I really didn’t know what to do with all the extra skin! It just kind of moved with my hands as I stroked it. I looked up to him ...

“Ever sucked an uncut dick, baby?”

I shook my head no.

“Pull the skin back ...”

I did with both hands and it slid pretty easily because he was about 3/4 hard ... revealing the big purple head.

“That’s it baby — kiss it.”

I leaned forward and did — it was kind of wet. It smelt and tasted so masculine. Its hard to explain ... but I was loving it.

I continued to alternate swirling my tongue around the head and sucking it with my lips wrapped tightly around it. It was so big in my mouth ... and I hadn’t even gotten barely past the head!

His hands were on his hips as he started to move them forward — not thrusting ... but just gently moving back and forward as he continued to moan.

It was steadily getting harder and harder — and so it was also getting thicker and thicker — I could feel my fingers expanding as it did. It wasn’t coke can thick — but it was definitely thicker than one of those Red Bull cans.

I started to try and take more of him into my mouth — taking only a few inches — my lips were about as wide as they could go. He reached down with one of his huge hands and held the back of my head and started to push forward with a bit more force ... at one point he went too far and I gagged and pulled off of him with my saliva falling down my chin and chest.

He laughed,

“That’s a man sized cock, baby — that ain’t no little boy’s dick.”

I wanted more.

I leaned in ... held him and put my mouth on him again ... slowly bobbing my head and getting used to his thickness — all the while thinking about what that thing was going to do to my pussy.

After a few minutes, my mouth started to adjust to his size and I was able to find a rhythm ... sucking and stroking him with both hands while he pushed in and out and moaned and groaned and encouraged me with,

“That’s it white girl — suck that big black dick”

“Good girl”

“God damn you like black dick”

All in a voice level that Steve could surely hear if he was standing anywhere near the door — (he was lol)

I’m not sure how long I sucked his cock — but I started to really love it. The power of it — the strength — the smell and the taste — its manliness — all of it was already becoming addicting. The feel of it sliding between my stretched lips — the ridges of it over my tongue ... omg I could have orgasmed right there.

But eventually he stopped me —

He helped me up and then turned me around — picking me up and placing me on the bed — I quickly scooted back ... and he followed ...

He leaned over me with his huge body — his cock dangling and jumping as it touched my skin ....

He bent his head down and kissed me deep ... and then started to kiss down my body.

His lips and mouth were so big ... my neck was red with the marks he left from the deep sucks he made ... he sucked and licked and kissed down my chest ... reaching my breasts ... sucking one nipple deep into his mouth and then pulling until it made that “pop” sound when it sprang from his lips ... nibbling and biting and sucking one and then the other ... I was squirming under him and my moans were turning to whimpers.

He kissed down my stomach and then pushed my legs up and spread them wide ... he leaned in and slowly but ever so firmly licked up my slit with his flattened tongue ... all the way up and then grinning,

“Fuck baby you taste sweet — I could eat this pussy all night.”

He continued to do that — kind of teasing me ... and then finally sinking his big fat tongue inside me.

I was arching my head up to watch him — seeing nothing below his nose but enjoying what i couldn’t see. Our eyes were locked on each other...

I started to tense ... holding his head and closing my legs around his face ... which just made him eat me harder and deeper — fucking me with his tongue and then sucking my pussy ...

I lost track of time ... so I’m not sure how long he did this ... but at some point he moved up and opened my legs wide again with his hands ... then he spread my lips with his fingers and he leaned in and sucked on my clit ... I was starting to thrash side to side ... my god did that man know what he was doing ... he slid one of this fingers deep inside me while he sucked my clit ... and proceeded to fuck me pretty hard with hit ... then he slipped another fat finger inside me ... i was stretching ... my whimpers were turning to screams.

I was starting to ball up and could feel that I was getting ready to cum and I told him so ...

So he stopped.

He crawled up my body and hovered over me and watched me as I breathed in and out and calmed down ... I just stared into his eyes ... as he smiled down into mine. He knew he was getting me.

“Time to take that pussy baby. Time to make it all mine.”

I just nodded. I wanted to say so much more but I couldn’t ...

He leaned on one hand and with the other guided it to my opening — he slid it up and down my slit — coating it with my juices. It felt every bit of big as I had seen with my eyes and felt with my hand when I held him.

He started to push and said,

“Here it comes baby —“

Because I was soooooo wet and my pussy was sooo aching for him ... there wasn’t as much resistance to the head as I thought there might be.

(This wasn’t my first black cock. So it wasn’t like going from Steve to Robert or from Steve to something more than twice as big as Steve — but I could still feel the difference and it still took some getting used to. Carl wasn’t twice as thick as Robert ... but he was definitely thicker)

He slid it slid in and I could feel the stretch already starting ...

He removed his hand from his cock and returned it my side ... again, he was hovering over me so he could watch my face as he took me.

He pushed in a bit more ...

“God damn you’re tight —“

I gasped and my hands went immediately to his chest —

“Relax, little thing ... I got you. Let this big black dick in.”

I tried to — and he didn’t push very hard or very fast ... but every few strokes he’d push more in ...

And with each new inch, I’d throw my head back and scream,

“Oh fuck!”

“OMG”

“You’re sooo big!”

He was loving it ... just staring down into my face ... slowly pushing more and more in.

My pussy was gripping him ... feeling every ridge my mouth had felt ... every vein ... it was like he was touching every nerve at the same time ...

He started to push more and more in ... feeding me .... slowly rocking his hips up and down pushing his huge cock further and further into me. I hadn’t taken all of him yet — but he was plenty deep enough to be rubbing all my right spots — i was starting to feel my first orgasm coming ... and it felt like a big one ...

I started breathing heavier and heavier — squealing more and more — he knew it was coming and wanted it. He started speaking louder ...

“Give it to me — give me it — cum on that big black dick baby”

I did — He started to thrust faster but not a whole lot deeper ... continuing to talk to me the whole time — I was gripping his chest and then the sheets and then his arms and the sheets and then his chest ... my head arched back as far as it could ... and then I lurched forward ... holding him ... my legs tensed around his legs ... I was cumming.

Vaginal orgasms are so much stronger than just clitoral. That’s what Steve couldn’t give me — its why he never saw my body respond to him like I do to men with real cocks.

Carl never withdrew his cock from me — he just held himself there watching me.

As I calmed down —

“Every time you cum baby — I get more and more of you. That pussy is gonna want only me by the time we’re done. Its gonna be mine.”

I just listened — and loved every word he said. It made me want more — to take all of him — to give my body to him.

He started to fuck me again — the same way — not fast but steady — pushing more and more in ... I was opening up and taking him — I felt so full — so completely full — like I had never felt even with Robert.

After several minutes of this — he finally got all the way inside me ... He smiled,

“There it is ... balls deep, baby ...”

I was panting and squirming under him ...

“You like that black dick, wifey?”

“Yessss,” I breathed out.

“You love it. You love that black dick?”

He kept thrusting ...

“Yessss I love your dick,” I yelled.

“Fuck yeah! Now we’re gonna fuck for real.”

And he did ... though it would be nothing compared to the next day.

He’d raise all the way up until just his head was in and then drive a long stroke all the way into me ...

Then up again ... and all the way back in.

Over and over and over ... it wasn’t long until I was cumming again.

He sat up and grabbed my legs ... holding my thighs as he drove forward in and out ... then he started rubbing my clit with his big thumb ... pressing it and circling it while he fucked me...

I came again — screaming.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. But it didn’t matter. True to his word, he wasn’t going to stop until he was done.

He rolled me over onto my stomach ... I was laying flat on the bed ... he spread my legs and slid his cock all the way into me and laid on top of me .... rocking in and out ... pushing over my spot over and over and over and over again with that big thick amazing black cock ...

“Is this my pussy yet?” He whispered in my ear.

“Yesssss”

“Say it,” he said louder.

“Tell me who’s pussy this is.”

“Its yours ....”

“Its your pussy ... “

“Call me Daddy.”

Side note: I never liked the Daddy thing. It always made me feel weird and I never thought I would ever say it or like saying it. I still kind of hate the thought of saying it ... but in the moment ... I loved it. In the moment, I always loved it.

“Its your pussy Daddy!”

He started to pound in and out of me ... the bed jumping up and down under his weight ...

He was grunting and yelling “fuck” with every slap of our flesh ... pounding in and out while I laid there screaming and just taking it.

I was gripping the sheets and screaming as he fucked me over and over and over again ...

“I’m getting close, slut. Where you want it?”

He was grunting louder ... raising up, he put his hands on my back ... under his weight I felt completely helpless — I couldn’t move. He was in complete control.

“Where you want it?”

“In me, “ I screamed ...

“In my pussy, Daddy ... please cum inside me!”

He fucked me hard until he did — and I felt every spurt — every stream —

He almost screamed as he was cumming inside me ... I could feel his body kind of convulsing. He came a lot! And it felt absolutely amazing.

After he finished, he stayed inside me ... laying down on top of me. He was breathing hard into my ear ... then he started kissing my neck.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Yesss. You were incredible.” I was still panting and loving the feeling of his dick inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out.

But he did. He rolled off of me laid back on the bed. I laid next to him — recovering.

When I did, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I didn’t know if I’d see Steve or not — but I didn’t. I thought about going upstairs to Steve. But I didn’t.

I pulled my hair back into a pony and went back into the spare room — crawling up onto the bed and onto Carl. Just feeling how big his body felt was turning me on —

I started kissing his lips and his cheeks and his neck. He was so sweaty — so was I — he just laid there as I tasted his skin.

I kissed down his chest — licking and kissing every sweaty inch of it ... I wanted to show him how much I appreciated what he did to me.

I teased his nipples with my tongue ... circling my tongue all around — then kissing down his stomach — the lower I went, the wetter he was.

He propped up onto his elbows to watch me —

“God damn, wifey”

I kissed lower and lower until I was kneeling on the bed between his knees. I sat up and just held his softening cock — my touch was starting to make him hard again. It was so wet and slimy with our cum mixed together all over it. I just stared at it as I stroked it.

“No one has ever fucked me like that, Carl.”

He smiled —

I continued to stroke him —

“Clean my dick, baby.”

There was no hesitation. I laid down on my stomach and held his cock up ... and licked up the entire shaft ... and then down again. Then I started licking over his huge balls — I had neglected them before but not now. I kissed and licked all over them ... sucking what flesh I could into my mouth while I stroked his cock —

“Fuck yeah, baby.”

Then I licked back up and down and all over that amazing cock. Once I cleaned all of our juices off of it, I pulled it down toward my mouth ... sliding the skin back and watching him as I swirled my tongue all over the head. He tasted amazing.

“You want more black dick, don’t you?”

With his cock in my mouth, I nodded yes.

I started to suck him and did for probably 10 minutes while he watched me ... every once in a while holding the back of my head and trying to push me further down.

Then I climbed up his massive body ... and leaned up on one foot with my knee on the other side of him ... I held his cock and lined my pussy up directly over it. I eased it in and sank all the way down —

“Oh My God!”

“Yeah baby — ride Daddy’s dick.”

I put my hands on his huge chest and slowly slid up and down. He reached for my breasts and squeezed and fondled them .... every once in a while pinching my nipples.

He just laid there letting me ride him.

I could hear the squishy sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft. I loved every sound.

“Give me those lips.”

I leaned down and as I did he reached behind my head and grabbed my hair ... pulling my mouth onto his.

He started to slowly thrust up into me as we kissed. After several minutes, he stopped kissing me but held me right there ... he reached behind me and slapped my butt with his meaty hand. I jumped ... not expecting it — but l loved it.

“That’s it slut. Fuck that cock.”

I was breathing heavier — much more labored now. He continued to push up into me ... over and over and over... slapping my ass every so often.

I rose up and started to grind on him — this always leads me to cum when I’m grinding a big cock. Rocking my hips side to side ... circling .. back and forth ... I was starting to feel another orgasm — i closed my eyes and gripped his chest with my fingers.

“OMG I’m going to cum again —“

“That’s it baby ... cum on Daddy’s big dick,” he almost yelled.

He started to tense too — my pussy gripping him — grinding —

“Fuck baby I’m going to fill that pussy again. Fuck yeah.”

He reached for my hips and pulled me down harder onto him ... controlling my movements ... pushing me back and forth on his cock harder and harder while he just pushed up into me ...

“You’re so deep. So fucking deep, Daddy!”

“Fuck yeah. Here it comes, slut. Take that nut.”

He started thrusting up and down with his hips ... driving his cock in and out of me as he held me with his massive hands.

He started to grunt and growl and bellow —

“Fuck yeah. Take it. Here it comes, slut.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh fuuuuck”

I started to convulse as I felt him cumming again ... his orgasm sent me off into mine and it was big. Really big.

I screamed and fell forward — and he wrapped his big arms around me holding me while my pussy spasmed on his cock ... i just quivered as he held me.

After our breathing returned to normal — and his soft cock still inside me. I kissed him.

“You can stay, Carl.”

—————————————————————————————————————————

I went to the bathroom again and cleaned myself up as quickly as I could. Not rushing but I wanted to quickly be with Steve.

But in the mirror, I could see red marks all over my neck and chest and breasts ... i turned to see the red marks his hands left on my butt when he spanked me. I could feel Carl leaking down my legs — I dabbed them with a cloth and my pussy — but I didn’t clean myself completely.

I went upstairs — naked and entered our room. The lights were off but I could see Steve under the moonlight that shone through our skylights. I crawled up onto the bed and under the covers and kissed him. He was hesitant at first — but he didn’t stop me. I was turned on again — and needed Steve at that moment. To be both my husband and my cuckold.

Side note: When I don’t get all the sex I want from a man and then have Steve clean me — he’s just my cuckold. In those times I’m still feeling kind of aggressive and dominant. So I’ll usually sit on his face while he cleans me ... eventually fucking his face until i orgasm. Other times, when I’m more spent — I’ll just lay back and let him clean me that way. Its more sweet than aggressive — but still dominant as I talk to him throughout. But in those times, he’s not just my cuckold...he’s also my husband who’s taking care of me.

This was one of those husband/cuckold times.

I slid off of him and onto my back ... kicking down the covers until I was completely naked. He couldn’t see all the marks that Carl left — which was probably a good thing.

“Clean me, baby. Clean my pussy cuck.”

He got between my knees and just kind of stared up at me — he was hesitant. He’d done it before ... but not all the way.

“Just lick me baby. Just kiss my pussy.”

He didn’t move.

“He’s downstairs. He’s staying, k?”

“What? Why?”

“Baby, its a long drive. I told him he could stay. It’s okay. I told him I’m sleeping with you.”

“Did you talk about us?”

“No baby. Nothing.”

He was speechless ... just staring at me.

“Just kiss it baby. I need to feel your tongue.”

“Can we just take my cage off?”

“No baby. Not until he leaves. Then you can have me. I promise. Just kiss my pussy.”

He leaned in a little closer ...

I propped up on one elbow and reached for his head with my other hand ... pulling him into my pussy. He lightly kissed me — which immediately shot through me.

“That’s it baby. Lick me now ... just a little.”

I watched and as he started to lick me I pulled him even closer by the hair ... pushing my pussy toward his mouth at the same time.

“Mmmmmm that feels soooo good.”

My reaction encouraged him to do more. He settled down into the bed more and continued to lick me. I laid back ... my head propped up in a pillow ... just watching him and smiling.

“Did you listen, baby?”

“Mmhmm”

I smiled.

“I knew you would.”

I scooted down further under his mouth ...

“Keep licking me baby.”.”

He did ...

“Mmmmmm” god it really did feel so good.

“Could you hear me scream?”

He stopped to say,

“Yes.”

He leaned his mouth back to my pussy and licked.

“I giggled — he’s sooooo thick baby! What a fucking man! Could you hear everything?”

“No...”

“He made me say things — could you hear?”

“No...”

“Did you hear me tell him I love his black dick?”

He stopped ...

I reached with my hand and grabbed his hair again ... pulling his mouth back to my pussy.

“Don’t speak, cucky. Just nod. Keep licking me. You do it so good.”

He started licking me again.

“Did you hear me tell him I love his black dick?”

He nodded.

“I meant it. He stretched me so wide baby. Can you tell?”

He nodded and kept licking.

“Once I adjusted to him — he fucked me so hard.”

“Way harder than Robert ever did.”

“I’m so glad you got him for me baby. You’re becoming such a good cuckold.”

He kept licking ... with more fervor.

“Mmmmmm yes baby. You like this don’t you?”

He started to eat me.

“Fuck cuck —- yessss that feels so good!”

I started to rock my hips with the movements of his tongue.

“Mmmmmmm yessssss cuck — yesssssss — eat my cummy pussy — clean me!”

He kept going

“Deeper baby ....”

I reached for his head with both hands ... pulling him tight against my pussy.

“Deeper ... clean it all baby — fuck!”

I wrapped my legs around his head and reached for the sheets. Gripping them.

Steve kept eating me —

I was getting overwhelmed by it — it was almost too much. The scene — my husband truly eating another man’s cum ... my cuckold fully submitting to me ... to what he is ... his tongue ... the thought of my man just downstairs ... I was going crazy — my sore pussy was on fire ... I started climbing back ... pushing Steve pack with my hands ... my feet resting on his back ... pushing down ... he just held onto me ... moving up the bed with me —

“Of fuck Steve — Stop! Stop!”

He kept going ... not stopping ... eating and licking and sucking my pussy...

“I’m going to cum — Omg I’m going to cum!!”

And I did. And it was one of my biggest ever!

Steve finally let me roll away ... I just panted and quivered. He had never been able to get that kind of response from me — ever.

He crawled up behind me ... holding me as he spooned me. We fell asleep.

I’m not sure how long we slept because I have no idea what time it was that I came upstairs or how long I was with Carl. If I looked at the clock, I have no memory of it.

But it must have been late that we finally fell asleep because when I woke up a little before 9, Steve was still sleeping. That never happens. I wanted to talk more about Carl with him. I wanted to tell him that I was going to keep seeing him and that I wanted it to be a regular thing ... but Steve took the words away from me when he cleaned me like he did.

So I jumped into the shower and cleaned myself really well. The hot water felt so good on my previously overstimulated body.

I pulled my hair into a pony ... put my panties on and a long, oversized t-shirt of Steve’s.

I quietly looked into our room and saw that Steve was still asleep. So I tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room and saw Carl sitting on the couch.

I came up behind him and kissed his bald head.

“Morning, Daddy.” (This time it was meant to be funny)

“Mmmmmmm there’s my girl.”

I came around the end of the couch ... he was just wearing his underwear and the t-shirt he wore the night before.

I sat next to him on my knees ... facing him.

“Have fun last night, little sexy Lexi.”

“Ummmmmm couldn’t you tell?” I laughed.

He laughed.

He put his arm around me and swung me around onto his lap sideways...my legs were resting on the couch over his huge thigh. He started to caress my legs. I watched his black hand gliding over my white skin.

“I could tell.”

He reached between my thighs and spread my legs.

“All cleaned up baby?”

I couldn’t tell if he was talking about my obvious shower or if he somehow heard me with Steve.

I just nodded.

“I showered too — next time we’re showering together.”

I was relieved.

His hand slid higher up my thighs until he reached my panties. I spread my legs for him and moaned as his finger barely grazed over my pussy.

Side note: I had no plans of having sex with Carl again. In my mind, I’d come down and either find him gone or getting ready to leave. He had other plans.

His finger ... sitting in his lap ... my husband upstairs ... his huge bulge sitting under my butt and getting bigger ... was making me want him again.

He moved my panties to the side —

“From now on...when you’re with me ... no panties.”

“Okay ... yesss ... no,panties.”

He pressed the tip of his finger into me and I moaned and fell sideways into him.

“Mmmmmm little wifey wants more black dick.”

He pushed further in. Wiggling his finger inside me ... pressing it against my warm, silky, wet walls.

I spread my legs wider for him.

“Tell me.”

I moaned in a breathy voice,

“I want your black dick.”

“Mmmmmm that’s what I wanna hear.”

“Tell me again.”

“I want your black dick. I want you to fuck Em with your big black dick.”

I could feel him grin ...

“Fuck yeah. I wasn’t leaving until I smashed this pussy one more time.”

His words and the crudeness of them were intoxicating.

“Get me hard baby. Get me good and hard. Suck my dick.”

I crawled off of him and onto the floor. I ran my hand over his huge bulge that was starting to tent his underwear.

I reached for the band and started to pull them down as he pushed up his hips to let me.

God it was powerful!

I leaned in and grabbed it with both hands ... smelling it — it smelled so masculine ... smiling up into his eyes I slowly licked up his shaft.

“Mmmmmm that’s it baby.”

I pulled the skin down gently ... and wrapped my lips around the head ... running my tongue over the hole ...

When I did that he leaned his head back and moaned... so I kept doing it...and he kept moaning.

“Fuck girl!”

He was getting rock hard ... I started bobbing my head up and down about two or three inches ... stroking the rest with my hands ...

He started watching me ... holding my long hair in his big hand ...

“Worship it slut ... fuck yeah suck that black dick.”

I did! I was so wet that my juices were leaking down the inside of my thighs.

After several minutes ... I’m not sure how many ... he backed me off and told me to stand up.

He led me around the side of the couch and faced me into the arm. He pulled Steve’s t-shirt up and over my head ... then knelt down and roughly pulled my panties down my legs.

He stood and reached around me grasping my breasts with both hands ... kneading them as he pressed his thick cock into my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you need it.”

He pushed on my back slowly but firmly until I was bent over the arm of the couch. He spread my legs with his feet and crouched down and lined up his cock to my entrance. I was panting.

He pushed in and then out a little until he was able to get two or three inches inside me ... I was gasping for air ... and then when his cock was good and wet with my juices he pushed and pushed and pushed until he was all the way inside me.

It hurt more than the night before ... but it hurt in such a good way. This was a man who could and would just take me ... use me for his own pleasure ... how he wanted. I was becoming so addicted to his power.

“Fuck yeah!” He spanked me ... I yelped.

He started to push in and out of me ... long strokes ... almost all the way out and then steadily in until he bottomed out.

Each time he would pull out he’d spank me. I was loving the sting of his huge hand.

He started to really fuck into me ... I was screaming and screaming

Then he reached for my hair ... gathering it into his hand and pulling my head back. That was something I always wanted Robert to do more of ... without me asking him to.

He pulled my hair and started to pound his cock into me.

“God damn you’re pussy feels good on my dick!”

“You love that night dick?”

I screamed,

“Yesssss!”

He thrust all the way in and kept pushing ... holding himself tightly inside me while I was pressed against the arm of the couch ... my hair still in his hand.

“Tell me!”

“I love you're dick!”

“Tell me I’m the best fuck you ever had!”

“You’re the best! — Ever! — Fuck ... you’re the best fuck! — ”

“God damn right!”

He let go of my hair and gripped both of my hips with his giant hands —

“Now I’m gonna fuck you like a man fucks!”

I fell forward and gripped the couch ...

He started grunting — slamming into me ... harder and harder and harder ...

I was losing myself in it .., just taking it and screaming “yesssss” and loving every second.

He started pounding so hard that my feet were coming off the floor ... I was just bent over the arm of the couch and being fucked forward more and more ...

He kept this up unto I could feel him start to swell inside me ...

“I’m gonna fill that pussy again ... fuck yeah!”

“Who’s pussy is this slut?!?!”

“ITS —— ITS — ITS YOU’RE PUSSY!”

“Fuck yeah!!! It is—“

“YES DADDY! CUM INSIDE ME! FILL ME!”

He fucked faster and faster and I could feel my own orgasm building ...

He was bellowing out ... and then he pushed once more in ... hard ... pulling my hips back and pushing his forward ... he was scooting the couch across the wood floor ...

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!!! he yelled.

And as he started shooting ... I could feel every hot stream of his cum ... it sent me over the edge — I started cumming so hard! I got light headed and started to shake uncontrollably. He just held himself inside me ...

As we both settled down, he backed up and slowly pulled his cock from my pussy ... as he did I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy.

I couldn’t move. After a few minutes I slunk down the couch onto the floor and turned around.

Steve was standing in the doorway into the living room.

He had watched.