Finally!
If you’ve been reading my stories, you might have noticed some clues about some coming stories that I’ve been particularly excited about writing ... well, here we are!
This new series will revolve around one particular man ... he’s the Mountain in the title of this story.
Mountain isn’t what I called him ... his name is actually Carl, though he preferred I use some other names for him.
But the mountain metaphor fits him pretty well and I’d like to thank the guy on here who gave him that name when I described him in some private conversations.
Soooooooo — Thanks! You know who you are! Lol
But this specific period in our journey is by far my favorite. For lots of reasons.
For one, he’s huge. He’s 6’5” and 275 pounds. Yeah — huge!
He’s not fat and neither is he super ripped. He’s just big. He’s obviously black — but not quite as dark as Robert is — a shade or two lighter, maybe but still very black against my skin...which is what matters! He’s also bald — which I love — and he has a really big ... well, I’l get to that later. Lol.
I’ve been wanting to write these stories because never ... I repeat never ... did a man fuck me like he did. His power and aggression was over the top — mountain-like, if you will. Picture a mountain falling on top of you. You’re helpless as the big boulders come falling ... one after another ... boom - boom - boom - boom. Now try to imagine that in the context of sex. That’s Carl.
Another thing I liked, was that he is super dominant and controlling. I wanted more dominance and I wanted to give up a level of control to someone who could earn it ... but again, picture the mountain! As much as it scared me sometimes, there was nothing I could do to stop him or slow him down. He didn’t earn the control — He took it. And the more he wielded his dominance and control over me the more I grew to need it. In so many ways, I still do.
But he was also dangerous for my marriage. A man like him is primal — he thinks primarily about himself and there were places his mind went that wasn’t good for my marriage. I’ll explain that in later stories. But it was impossible for me to resist him anything. I sometimes dreaded an early morning text from him — knowing he was going to ask me to do something Steve wouldn’t be in favor of. But at the same time, I longed for those texts.
All of that will unfold as we go.
But you may be wondering, why a new man? Why move on from Robert?
Well, Robert grew less and less excited about the cuckolding stuff. More and more, he just wanted me for himself. Not that he ever wanted me to leave my husband, but over time he started to feel uncomfortable with Steve watching and even more so with the kinds of things I was leading Steve into. Cuckolding just wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t a bull. Just a beautiful black man with a big cock who fucked really well. (I wonder if he’s still up? Lol)
So he had to go. That’s not to say that I completely quit seeing him. I still see him on occasion ... I mean he still lives near us ... but its not like it was and its not very often.
Which leads me to Carl.
I think I mentioned in my first story that in college, Steve was kind of a big deal on our school’s basketball team. Well, he still plays in a local rec league around our city. He has a team of 6-8 guys, depending on who can play that night and my man is still the best!
I love to go and watch him play every chance I get. And I still get chills watching him.
Usually he’s the only decent white guy on the court — and a lot of the time, he’s outscoring everyone.
“White boy can shoot!”
“Damn, that white boy is good!”
Lol — Those are phrases I regularly hear from the crowd I’m sitting in at Steve’s games.
Anyway, Carl sometimes plays on Steve’s team. He’s not very good really, but he’s super big. As I said before he’s 6’5” so he’s not the tallest guy on the team but he’s by far the biggest and Steve likes to use him to rebound and set screens.
Yeah I know some of the lingo lol.
So can you picture him? Tall. Black. Bald. Big. Chesty. Thick arms. Thick legs. Thick fingers. Can you see it? He’s also loud and obnoxious and likes to talk — a lot! Does that help? Lol
So after my semi-breakup with Robert ... I wanted Carl.
I’d watched him play with Steve for maybe 2 years, on and off and he’s just really imposing. And I could tell he’s also big in all the fun places by watching his shorts. (Jiggle. Jiggle. Flop. Fop. Lol)
I’ve shaken hands with him a bunch of times and it always makes me wonder about his cock. With thick fingers like those surely his cock is nice and meaty!
So one night .. I told Steve.
I. Want. Carl.
Steve said no way. He doesn’t exactly care for Carl’s personality but more importantly, he’s way too close to our world. We see him pretty regularly and so he knows us. And he knows the other guys on Steve’s team that Steve obviously knows and sees. Steve wasn’t really a fan of other people knowing that he’s a cuckold.
But I couldn’t get Carl out of my head. He’s been kind of flirty with me in the past ... lingered a little with his handshakes and hugged me a few times. He even called me Sexy Lexi once. I just knew he’d be into me. I wanted him. Bad. If he fucks anything like he plays basketball — I want that kind of violence in my bed! Or anywhere he’d take me!
But Steve said no.
Which only made me want him more.
I should say that at this point in our progression, Steve was wearing a cage sometimes. I know I’m skipping over a story or two with this, but recent events have made it impossible for me to wait any longer to tell my Mountain stories.
“The Caging” (lol) had happened several months before Robert and I semi-ended. I didn’t ask Steve’s permission to buy his cage ... I kind of surprised him with it. I had read a lot about them and saw that it can take a few before you find the right one ... so I bought the most popular.
Anyway — the night I surprised Steve with his new home, I had him restrained on our bed ...
(oh yeah, we had also started edging each other during this period. But on this night, I was edging him slowly making sure he didn’t reach ruined orgasm levels ... I wanted him to have a full orgasm, so I could get the cage on properly. Ruined orgasms are best though .. for cuckolds. They have a way of keeping them ready to serve! Lol)
So I stopped edging him, climbed off the bed and went to our closet where I had hidden his present.
I walked slowly back to the bed with it behind my back — as with any good surprise, I told him to close his eyes while I knelt between his legs. I placed it on his stomach and said,
“Okay. Open!”
He opened his eyes and arched his head up so he could see what he was in for.
“Surprise!!”
He looked at it ... then back to me.
“As soon as you cum, I’m putting it on you.”
“What the fuck is that Lex?”
“You know what it is. Its what cuck’s wear.”
“No way, Lexi. I’m not wearing that.”
“You’re a cuckold aren’t you?”
“Lexi —“
“You like that real men fuck me with their real cocks, don’t you?”
Nothing.
“You like watching black men with their big black cocks fuck me like you can’t, right?”
Nothing.
“You like watching them cum deep inside my pussy, don’t you?”
“You like licking another man’s cum from my pussy, don’t you?”
(He had done that a couple of times but not with any real enthusiasm yet. Sorry. I know I skipped again)
I started to stroke him ... he was closing his eyes trying to think about anything but sex.
“Come on baby — tell me. You like it when I call you cuckold because you are one. You’re a cuckold.”
“Fuck lexi — “
“I promise you’ll love it. You’ve loved everything I’ve gotten you to do. Its who you are now. You’re my little cuckold.”
My oiled hand was gliding over his little pink penis. I tightened my grip and sped up ... he was straining.
“I promise to take it off as soon as you ask ... ok?”
He was really trying to hold out ... I started cupping his balls as I stroked his dick faster.
“Come on baby — cum for me. Give me a good one. Then I’ll put it on.”
He tried to hold out as long as he could ... but he couldn’t. He had no control over it ... his hands and feet were tied to the bed ... he couldn’t stop me ... so he exploded and I smiled.
“See. I knew you’d want to wear it.”
I crawled up beside him and lightly kissed his lips ... then I patted him on his head (he hates that) ...
“Such a cuck.”
I went to the bathroom and got a warm, wet wash cloth. As I came back ...
Steve pleaded,
“Can you undo my cuffs now?”
“No. Not until I get this on you ... k?”
I smiled at him as I knelt beside him. Carefully cleaning his even smaller, softening dick.
“Look how cute he is all cleaned up.”
While glancing back and forth between his face and what I was doing, I put the first ring around his testicles ...
“That’s too big.”
“Too big, Lex???”
“Yes. Its supposed to be snug, silly. Don’t worry. I watched a video on it. I won’t make you wear it for very long.”
“Not this time.”
I smiled.
I tried another ring and it seemed to fit better (but I had to go one more smaller the next time) and then I locked his cage on.
“There,” I leaned down and kissed the end of his cage ... “Now he’s all ready for bed.” I sat back on my knees and giggled.
“For bed? No fucking way, Lexi.”
“I’m just teasing you. But you’ll wear it more and more. I promise.”
And he did. After a while I got him to wear it all night. That was the worst. Then after a while I got him to wear it to work. Then after a while .... well, you know.
Once I got him used to wearing it for longer periods of time, I’d would reward him when I let him free.
Sometimes I’d just make him cum with my hands ... for longer periods of time I’d use my mouth ... and then for even longer stretches, I’d let him have sex with me. But I always rewarded him.
And after Robert and I semi-broke up ... I tried to use my new tool to get what I really wanted. But it didn’t go as well as I had planned.
One night, after a few days in his new cage, we were eating a late dinner.
“It’s Sunday ... guess what that means?”
“Of course I know what that means, Lex. Just take it off now ...”
“Nope. Not yet.”
I got up from the table and climbed into his lap and kissed him. Softly. Then kissed him again. Then again. We started making out until he pushed me away.
“Don’t do this, Lex. Let me out.”
I started kissing him again. He pulled away and held me back.
“Let me out.”
“No.”
“Come on Lexi, don’t do this. Its not funny. You said you’d take it off today.”
“I will but not yet. You have to give me something.”
“What? Fuck Lexi —“
“Carl.”
He erupted but not in the good way.
“There’s no fucking way, Lex. It’s just not going to happen. Get that into your head.”
“That’s the problem —“
Still sitting in his lap ... fighting to stay in his lap, actually. He was trying to get me off of him so he could walk away.
“I can’t get him out of my head.”
“So that’s what all this is? This thing ... and you kissing me? Just to get me to let you fuck Carl?”
“Of course. Why else would I be doing it? I’m not kissing you because I can’t wait to feel your little dick inside me. I can’t. And I won’t be fucking him. He’ll be fucking me!”
That’s about how it ended.
I played my hand too quickly and I knew it. I went too far too fast. So I gave him the key and dropped it ... for the time being.
In the couple of weeks that followed, I continued to playfully bring it up but I never really pushed it. I would say something about Carl and then laugh or say that I was teasing. I tried to make it more of a game hoping it would make the very subject of Carl not such a negative thing.
Neither did I cage him.
A few weeks later we were on our date night. We went to one of our usual restaurants and then to our favorite live music bars.
I’m a bit of a non-drinker but will on some occasions. I just don’t really like the way it makes me feel. Not to mention the fact that my mouth gets mouthier. Eek!
But sometimes I do and when I do, Steve always likes it and joins in my fun by drinking a little more than he usually does also. It was fun. We laughed and flirted and teased and quietly (sort of) made fun of ridiculous people and genuinely couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. But in the back of my mind the entire time was Carl.
By the time we got home, Steve was all over me. There was a small part of me that wanted to let him just enjoy himself but the part that wanted to take advantage of his good mood was much bigger!
We didn’t quite make it upstairs and found ourselves making out pretty hot and heavy ( <— that’s a weird saying ).
Per usual, Steve was laying on the couch and I was on top of him. I was feeling extra dominant because of the alcohol — and extra horny ( <— also not my favorite word ). Please keep in mind, that this is not how I normally talk to Steve. The alcohol plus the rising frustration made me say things I wouldn’t normally say. I would say that the sentiments behind the words are true — but the way I said things and the language I used is not normal for me.
So back to the couch —
Steve had my skirt all the way up and was groping and squeezing my ass while he was moving his mouth from mine to my neck ... kissing and sucking. It was making me pretty hot, I must admit. I was moaning ... but it wasn’t just his kisses — it was still thoughts of Carl that were causing my sounds.
I stopped kissing him and leaned up ... putting my hands on his chest,
“You want to fuck me, Steve?”
He tried to pull me down onto him.
“You do, huh?”
“Yes, Lexi ... ”
He leaned up and I pushed him back down.
“Can you, though?” I said with my little grin and playful voice.
“Obviously ... Lex.”
He pushed his crotch up into my pussy as I straddled him and held him down. I laughed.
“You don’t fuck me ... Robert fucked me. You’re a cuckold. Cuckold’s please but not with their little dicks.”
“You wanna please me, cuck?”
I was starting to forget the fun we just had and was instead remembering the frustration I had felt the other night. I got up and slid my panties down and off and then my skirt and took off my blouse. I was dripping wet.
“You wanna please me cuck?”
“Yes, Lexi ...”
“With your tongue?”
“Yes, baby ...”
“Not yet ... take your clothes off. I wanna see how hard your little dick is.”
He was not fighting anything.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off ... undid his belt ... his pants ... slid them off and pulled down his boxer briefs and sat back down on the couch.
I knelt between his legs ... not touching him. Just staring at his pink penis. It was sticking straight up and straining and already leaking.
My eyes glanced back and forth between his eyes and his penis.
“It looks even smaller when you sit down. I can hardly see it.”
He just stared at me ... he was loving it.
I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs but never touched his dick. Every time I moved my hands slowly toward him, he started to push his hips up thinking I was going to touch him ... but I didn’t.
“Want me to touch you?”
“God yes...”
“No. First you have to tell me something. Say you’re my cuckold.”
“Lex....”
“Just say it ... its fun. You like it ...”
“I’m your cuckold.”
“Say you have a little dick.”
“Lexi, come on ...”
“Say it or you get nothing.”
“I have a little dick.”
“I know. That’s why I cheated on you.” (I know that’s harsh but to be fair I’m still a little ***** at this point)
“I love you but its true. I shouldn’t have cheated. I really shouldn’t have. I love you more than anything. But I couldn’t take it. You’re so small. And its why I still fuck other men. I like big cocks. Big black cocks.”
He just stared. The teasing/humiliation was killing him. He had that familiar look that said ‘I shouldn’t like this but I do.’
His look was giving me more confidence.
I was still rubbing his thighs. Slowly up and down ... my hands flattened as they went up ... and then I would drag my fingernails as they came down. Up and down. Staring into his eyes ... then watching his little thing jump as I came oh so close to touching him.
“Tell me you like to watch men with real cocks fuck me.”
No hesitation.
“I like watching men with big cocks fuck you.”
“I know you do. Because you’re a what...???”
“A cuckold.”
“Yes, baby. You are!”
I leaned forward like I was going to take him into my mouth. Slowly leaning with my eyes locked on his ... my mouth open just over the tip but then I stopped ... smiled ... and just blew on the tip of it.
“Wanna put your little dick inside me?”
“Yes Lexi ... please ...”
“Okay...but this is for you, you know that right? Its not for me. I can barely feel you anymore.”
“Yes ...”
I climbed up into his lap ... but not putting him inside me yet. I kissed him ... hard and deep ... his little hard on poking into me ... sucking his tongue into my mouth and scraping it with my teeth as I pulled back. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his mouth deeper into mine and then stopped and leaned up further ... and pulled his head roughly to the back of the couch by his hair.
“You like this, huh?”
“Yes.”
I smiled and still holding his head back, I kissed him like I did before. Hard and deep. Sucking and biting his tongue and lips. Then I stopped, again.
“I’ll let you put your little thing inside me ... but if you cum ... and you will cum ... keep in mind that as soon as your done you’re going to lie on the floor and I’m going to fuck your mouth until I cum.”
“Fuck Lexi — come on, this is....”
“Orrrrrr ... I can climb off of you and ruin your orgasm. And then fuck your mouth.”
“Which is it? Decide now cuckold.”
“I don’t ...”
“Just fucking say it cuckold. Which one?”
He just stared at me. He was crazy excited but I think the alcohol was wearing off of him ... he was starting to think rather than just respond. I knew I was going to pay for this the next day ... but I couldn’t stop. And no matter what he was thinking ... he didn’t want me to.
So I leaned up and reached between us and grabbed his dick and slid it inside me but didn’t move ... I just sat there.
“Don’t cum. You know what will happen if you do.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Lexi — fuck...”
I laughed.
My lips just inches from his ... staring into his eyes,
“I seriously barely feel you. You’re so little. But I love you. You know that right?”
“Yes...”
“I do love you. That’s why I’m doing this. Its a way we can have sex that is fun for both of us. You get to touch me and I get to tease you about your little tiny dick.”
He just stared. He was afraid to move too.
I started to rock back and forth ... rising up a little and then back down ...
“Don’t cum. Are you about to cum? Should I get off? Or should I just stop moving?”
“Stop moving for a second ...”
I laughed and sat down and still.
I leaned toward his face again ... licking around his lips,
“You know what I want, Steve. Give it to me.”
“What? What do you .... what are you talking about?”
“I know you know but I want to tell you anyway. I want Carl. I want your friend Carl to fuck me with his huge black cock. I want him to fuck me harder than any man has ever fucked me. I want him to make me scream as he makes me cum over and over and over and over again on his big fucking cock.”
I started to move again ... sliding up just barely and back down ... rocking my hips and back and forth ... making circles with my hips ... grinding his little dick .. feeling it hit my spot whenever I positioned myself right. It was starting to feel good.
“Fuck Lexi — stop.”
I stopped.
“Imagine it Steve. Just imagine how hard that huge powerful man would fuck me.”
“Lexi — come on ... stop.”
“Just picture it ... close your eyes and picture it.”
He did.
“Imagine his huge hands all over my body. God I can’t wait. Imagine watching it from over there where you’ll be sitting. His big black hands running all over me. Imagine it cuck. Me cucking you. Carl cucking you. Imagine his mouth all over me. Imagine him sucking my tits into his big mouth. Can you? Omg I can. I can’t wait. I have thought about it for so long. Imagine his tongue inside my pussy. Can you? Omg. Imagine it baby ... its going to feel so good.”
I could feel him tensing all over ... so I climbed off of him while he relaxed.
Once he did, I held him tightly in my hand,
“Do you want me to put you back inside me?”
“Are you still thinking about it, cuck?”
“Yes.”
I slowly stroked him ... and put my lips to his ear....biting and then whispering,
“Imagine his thick fingers inside my pussy as you watched.”
Bite
“Imagine him fucking me with his fingers ... can you hear it? My wet pussy making squishy sounds?”
Sucking on his lobe.
Imagine his fingers reaching further than you can with your little fucking dick ... making me cum.”
Biting harder ... Steve moans.
“Imagine him touching me in places your dick has never reached.”
I was holding him tight ... not stroking now ... just gripping him really hard — he’s pushing up with his hips ... moaning.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Fuck Lexi .... yes.”
“In my hand or in my pussy?”
“In your hand ...”
“Wrong.”
I slid forward and put him back inside me.
“Don’t cum ... or you’ll be cleaning it up.”
He didn’t budge. I couldn’t tell if he was just paralyzed or if he actually wanted to do it ...
“Are you still thinking about Carl? Do you want to clean me?”
“Yes ... no, I don’t want to clean you.”
“Do you think he’d be rough with me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. I bet he’s such a fucking man.”
Sucking on his neck ... slowing riding up and down ... so slow. Biting him.
“Do you want to cum, baby? Do you want to clean me after you do?
“I want ... want to cum Lexi ... but I’m not going to clean you after.”
“Yes you will. You know you will.”
I stopped moving. Held his face still and looked directly into his eyes.
“If you agree to talk to him about me — you can say we’re swingers if you want ... but if you agree to talk to him about me I’ll let you cum inside me and you don’t have to clean me.”
“Fuck Lexi — please...I can’t. I know him.”
I started to move up and down ...
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Steve. I’m going to keep talking about how much I want Carl to fuck me in front of you ... how much I want his black cock deep inside my pussy ... how much I want him to cum inside me ... I’m going to keep talking about making you clean me after he’s done and you’re going to cum, cuck. And then you’re going to clean your own cum out of me ... all of it while I fuck your face. Ok? That’s what’s happening.”
I started to rise up and down faster ...
“You’re going to cum. You know you can’t last very long ... tell me baby. Tell me that you’ll talk to him. Tell me that you’ll tell him I want him. Or you’re going to eat your own cum.”
“Omg Lexi — I’ll tell him.”
I stopped.
“Promise.”
“Promise me you’ll tell him.”
“Fuck Lexi — yes — I promise.”
“Thank you baby ...”
I leaned in and kissed him hard ... grinding on him ... rising up and down ...
“I still can’t feel you.”
He came.
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Over the next couple of weeks, we continued to talk about it and I kept up the sexy teasing and encouragement and I was constantly telling him how Carl is the only man in my mind whenever I touched myself.
It kept Steve motivated to say the least. But the really big question was — how? How would Steve bring this up to Carl?
I really didn’t want Steve to text him. That would be too easy and could be played off as something less than what it was — a real question and a real interest!
No. I wanted Steve to be really nervous and I wanted him to fumble his words when he asked and I wanted him to be scared to death about what he was doing — the very idea of sending my husband to speak to another man with a proper cock and ask him to fuck me was beyond erotic to me — the very idea of it made me wet ... even if Carl said no.
On top of that — I wanted to be there and witness it!
So we decided that the only time it would be a natural thing for us all to be together would be after one of their games. Sometimes the guys go out for a few drinks afterwards and on a couple of occasions, I’ve even tagged along.
That seemed to calm Steve’s nerves a little about it — it would seem like a very normal thing for us to do. It would also let him gauge Carl’s interactions with me to feel more confident about what Carl’s response would be when he asked.
So that’s what we decided to do. Steve texted the guys that we should all hang out after the game. Most of them said that they would come — including Carl.
The plan was to hang around with all the guys until they started to leave. Steve would then try to get Carl into a conversation about something that might keep him there until we could be alone. Then I would go to the bathroom and he would tell Carl that we were swingers and then ask him if he was interested in me because I was interested in him.
No way that works, right?? Lol
But that was the plan we came up with and we were just 4 short days away from his next game.
So to keep him focused and motivated on Project Carl— I kept him caged until he left to go play his game. I also wanted to put it on right after the game but there really wouldn’t be time for that and he promised he wasn’t going to chicken out.
During the game, I watched Carl the entire time. I kept hoping he’d catch me staring and make eye contact with me but it never happened. But my god — just watching him move was making me wet. Watching him push people around with those big arms ... or watching his thick legs as he ran ... or staring at his big round butt when he’d bend over ... and the jiggle jiggle flop flop of his cock as he ran down the court in my direction. OMG I was feeling like diverting from our plan a little and just asking Carl to fuck me myself!
Steve had made me promise not to be too obvious with any flirting, but I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to control it.
When we walked into the bar some of the guys were already there with their girlfriends. They were seated toward one end of the 2 tables they had slid together and we sat in the middle next to them with me on Steve’s left. The girlfriends thing didn’t excite me — I didn’t want to get into a girl talk thing while the guys talked about the game or whatever. And I started to freak out a little bit wondering — ‘What if Carl brought a woman??’
Not long after, a few more guys came and sat across from us ... which left two seats next to me and one on the end across from me to my left.
A few minutes later, Carl walked in with one of the other guys. The other guy sat next to me and Carl sat at the end of the table. This meant that I would have to actually turn my head if i wanted to look at him ... it also meant that I wouldn’t be able to be very nonchalant with any of my flirting.
As it started, I mostly talked with Steve and one of the girlfriends that sat across from me. As it wore on, people didn’t stay in the seats they were in. Guys were moving around depending on who they wanted to talk to or not sitting at all and hanging out at the bar.
But I took every chance I could get to make eye contact with Carl. After a couple of hours he was finally starting to notice. Lol.
There was one point where we just kind of locked eyes. I could feel my chest turn red ... which is what happens when I get really nervous or really turned on. It was the latter.
Eventually people started leaving and I poked Steve to start talking with Carl. So Steve moved to the chair on my other side so that he could be closer to Carl and make it easier to talk.
If it wasn’t for my intentions, Carl most likely would have fallen prey to Steve’s and my playful teasing ... He’s loud and I guess alcohol makes him even louder. He laughs really obnoxiously at almost everything he says ... normally, he would have made me laugh. But not tonight.
I gave him as many looks as I could ... staring into his eyes ... which helped him be more playful with me and I with him. We started to dominate the conversation, with Steve only interjecting here and there.
We joked and laughed for quite a while. There was never anything sexual brought up ... but I did what I could to get my point across while at the same time honoring my promise to Steve.
I’d bite my lip while he spoke or slap his hand when he tried to make fun of me and I’d even “accidentally” lightly kick him under the table.
At one point I even asked if I could feel his bald head ... telling him I’d never felt one before.
I leaned across the table, which gave him a really good chance to look down my shirt at my breasts — btw I was wearing a low cut, v neck white t-shirt and really tight black jeans which is the exact outfit I was wearing when he called me Sexy Lexi. So l leaned across the table and felt his big bald black head with my little white hand. I tried to do it as sensually as I could ... but that’s not the easiest thing to do leaning across a table. But I liked it ... and so did he.
After a while, I thought it was time for Steve to ask Carl to fuck me ... I didn’t want Carl to suddenly say, “Well i guess I better get my black ass home” Lol (That would be something he would say) and Steve didn’t look like he was turning the conversation in that direction any time soon.
So I turned in my chair and looked to Steve.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom now. Ok.”
I got out of my chair — and as I started to walk towards the bathroom, I turned and stepped back toward the table ... I put both hands on its surface and leaned down directly across from Carl — I saw him look quickly down my shirt at my breasts ... and then i said ...
“Carl. Steve has something to ask you. Ok? I’ll be back in a little bit.”
I leaned down to Steve’s ear and said,
“Ask him. He’ll say yes. If you do I’ll let you do anything you want to me when we get home.”
I kissed him and then left.
I was trying to make it obvious to Carl what was going on ... and it made me want to go into the bathroom and touch myself until I came ... but I couldn’t.
After I was done, I thought I’d give Steve a little more time — so I walked along the other side of the bar ... this would mean that Carl, instead of Steve, would actually see me first when I came back to the table. I slowly walked, looking at some of the sports memorabilia on the walls as I did. I was getting pretty nervous ... and walking slower and slower.
As I came around the end of the bar I could see Carl’s face and the back of Steve’s head. When he saw me, he looked at me and smiled one of those knowing smiles. It almost dropped me to the floor right then! That smile told me that very soon that big black man would be making me his! I wanted to walk over and sit in his lap or slide under the table and suck his cock or just anything ... touch him or kiss him ... anything! But I couldn’t.
As I got close, Steve turned to look at me — and I sat down.
It got real quiet. Lol
“Soooooooo,”
I was looking at Steve.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, but you didn’t give us much time to talk ...”
“Ohhhh I cou—“
Carl positioned himself directly in my direction and spoke.
“I got the gist, pretty lady. Steve told me you two are swingers? Is that for real?”
I looked at Steve and then back to Carl ... positioning myself toward him as he did toward me.
“Yes. That’s for real. We’re for real.”
“That’s cool. I’ve swung a few times ... (insert loud laugh)”
“You been with black man before?”
I smiled my sexy smile — leaning a bit closer over the table.
“Yes. You been with a white woman before?”
“LOUD LAUGH — I sure have. Plenty. A few wifeys like you too.”
“No one’s like me.”
The sexual energy was growing and I sooooooo wanted to see what else was growing.
“LOUD LAUGH Is that so?”
“It is.”
“We’ll see.”
“Yes we will.”
“You are a sexy little thing Sexy Lexi.”
“Did you know I was wearing this same outfit when you first called me that?”
“No. I don’t remember.”
“I wore it tonight for you.”
“Mmmmmm is that right?”
He turned to Steve —
“So when are we doin this, my man?”
Steve looked to me and then turned back to Carl as he started to answer,
“I’ll be texting you in the next few days and we can talk about what works. How’s that sound?”
Carl turned back to me and looked at my breasts — I smiled.
“Mmmmhmmm you do that.”
I bit my lip.
With that we decided it was time to leave ... we walked out together towards the bar’s parking lot which was just to our right.
We made it to Carl’s car first which was parked right next to the building ... so it was darker than the rest of the lot that was under street lights.
Steve said goodbye and shook Carl’s hand promising to text him in the next couple of days. I stepped toward him and he asked,
“Since we’re going to be good friends soon, can I get a hug?”
I almost leapt into his arms ...
I stepped toward him and he put his huge arms around me ... he hugged me tight and I hugged him ... he started to release me and as I loosened my hold ... I looked up at him ...
“You can even give me a kiss if you want.”
“God damn!”
He leaned down and touched his lips to mine ... it was a short kiss ... nothing passionate at all ... but I slipped my tongue out before it ended and quickly ran it between his lips .. as i did he reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me to him ... I moaned.
“I can’t wait to see you again, Carl.”
“Don’t let hubby take too long, Sexy Lexi.”
I was on cloud 9 ... Or was it 900? Lol
I really couldn’t wait to climb my Mountain!
If you’ve been reading my stories, you might have noticed some clues about some coming stories that I’ve been particularly excited about writing ... well, here we are!
This new series will revolve around one particular man ... he’s the Mountain in the title of this story.
Mountain isn’t what I called him ... his name is actually Carl, though he preferred I use some other names for him.
But the mountain metaphor fits him pretty well and I’d like to thank the guy on here who gave him that name when I described him in some private conversations.
Soooooooo — Thanks! You know who you are! Lol
But this specific period in our journey is by far my favorite. For lots of reasons.
For one, he’s huge. He’s 6’5” and 275 pounds. Yeah — huge!
He’s not fat and neither is he super ripped. He’s just big. He’s obviously black — but not quite as dark as Robert is — a shade or two lighter, maybe but still very black against my skin...which is what matters! He’s also bald — which I love — and he has a really big ... well, I’l get to that later. Lol.
I’ve been wanting to write these stories because never ... I repeat never ... did a man fuck me like he did. His power and aggression was over the top — mountain-like, if you will. Picture a mountain falling on top of you. You’re helpless as the big boulders come falling ... one after another ... boom - boom - boom - boom. Now try to imagine that in the context of sex. That’s Carl.
Another thing I liked, was that he is super dominant and controlling. I wanted more dominance and I wanted to give up a level of control to someone who could earn it ... but again, picture the mountain! As much as it scared me sometimes, there was nothing I could do to stop him or slow him down. He didn’t earn the control — He took it. And the more he wielded his dominance and control over me the more I grew to need it. In so many ways, I still do.
But he was also dangerous for my marriage. A man like him is primal — he thinks primarily about himself and there were places his mind went that wasn’t good for my marriage. I’ll explain that in later stories. But it was impossible for me to resist him anything. I sometimes dreaded an early morning text from him — knowing he was going to ask me to do something Steve wouldn’t be in favor of. But at the same time, I longed for those texts.
All of that will unfold as we go.
But you may be wondering, why a new man? Why move on from Robert?
Well, Robert grew less and less excited about the cuckolding stuff. More and more, he just wanted me for himself. Not that he ever wanted me to leave my husband, but over time he started to feel uncomfortable with Steve watching and even more so with the kinds of things I was leading Steve into. Cuckolding just wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t a bull. Just a beautiful black man with a big cock who fucked really well. (I wonder if he’s still up? Lol)
So he had to go. That’s not to say that I completely quit seeing him. I still see him on occasion ... I mean he still lives near us ... but its not like it was and its not very often.
Which leads me to Carl.
I think I mentioned in my first story that in college, Steve was kind of a big deal on our school’s basketball team. Well, he still plays in a local rec league around our city. He has a team of 6-8 guys, depending on who can play that night and my man is still the best!
I love to go and watch him play every chance I get. And I still get chills watching him.
Usually he’s the only decent white guy on the court — and a lot of the time, he’s outscoring everyone.
“White boy can shoot!”
“Damn, that white boy is good!”
Lol — Those are phrases I regularly hear from the crowd I’m sitting in at Steve’s games.
Anyway, Carl sometimes plays on Steve’s team. He’s not very good really, but he’s super big. As I said before he’s 6’5” so he’s not the tallest guy on the team but he’s by far the biggest and Steve likes to use him to rebound and set screens.
Yeah I know some of the lingo lol.
So can you picture him? Tall. Black. Bald. Big. Chesty. Thick arms. Thick legs. Thick fingers. Can you see it? He’s also loud and obnoxious and likes to talk — a lot! Does that help? Lol
So after my semi-breakup with Robert ... I wanted Carl.
I’d watched him play with Steve for maybe 2 years, on and off and he’s just really imposing. And I could tell he’s also big in all the fun places by watching his shorts. (Jiggle. Jiggle. Flop. Fop. Lol)
I’ve shaken hands with him a bunch of times and it always makes me wonder about his cock. With thick fingers like those surely his cock is nice and meaty!
So one night .. I told Steve.
I. Want. Carl.
Steve said no way. He doesn’t exactly care for Carl’s personality but more importantly, he’s way too close to our world. We see him pretty regularly and so he knows us. And he knows the other guys on Steve’s team that Steve obviously knows and sees. Steve wasn’t really a fan of other people knowing that he’s a cuckold.
But I couldn’t get Carl out of my head. He’s been kind of flirty with me in the past ... lingered a little with his handshakes and hugged me a few times. He even called me Sexy Lexi once. I just knew he’d be into me. I wanted him. Bad. If he fucks anything like he plays basketball — I want that kind of violence in my bed! Or anywhere he’d take me!
But Steve said no.
Which only made me want him more.
I should say that at this point in our progression, Steve was wearing a cage sometimes. I know I’m skipping over a story or two with this, but recent events have made it impossible for me to wait any longer to tell my Mountain stories.
“The Caging” (lol) had happened several months before Robert and I semi-ended. I didn’t ask Steve’s permission to buy his cage ... I kind of surprised him with it. I had read a lot about them and saw that it can take a few before you find the right one ... so I bought the most popular.
Anyway — the night I surprised Steve with his new home, I had him restrained on our bed ...
(oh yeah, we had also started edging each other during this period. But on this night, I was edging him slowly making sure he didn’t reach ruined orgasm levels ... I wanted him to have a full orgasm, so I could get the cage on properly. Ruined orgasms are best though .. for cuckolds. They have a way of keeping them ready to serve! Lol)
So I stopped edging him, climbed off the bed and went to our closet where I had hidden his present.
I walked slowly back to the bed with it behind my back — as with any good surprise, I told him to close his eyes while I knelt between his legs. I placed it on his stomach and said,
“Okay. Open!”
He opened his eyes and arched his head up so he could see what he was in for.
“Surprise!!”
He looked at it ... then back to me.
“As soon as you cum, I’m putting it on you.”
“What the fuck is that Lex?”
“You know what it is. Its what cuck’s wear.”
“No way, Lexi. I’m not wearing that.”
“You’re a cuckold aren’t you?”
“Lexi —“
“You like that real men fuck me with their real cocks, don’t you?”
Nothing.
“You like watching black men with their big black cocks fuck me like you can’t, right?”
Nothing.
“You like watching them cum deep inside my pussy, don’t you?”
“You like licking another man’s cum from my pussy, don’t you?”
(He had done that a couple of times but not with any real enthusiasm yet. Sorry. I know I skipped again)
I started to stroke him ... he was closing his eyes trying to think about anything but sex.
“Come on baby — tell me. You like it when I call you cuckold because you are one. You’re a cuckold.”
“Fuck lexi — “
“I promise you’ll love it. You’ve loved everything I’ve gotten you to do. Its who you are now. You’re my little cuckold.”
My oiled hand was gliding over his little pink penis. I tightened my grip and sped up ... he was straining.
“I promise to take it off as soon as you ask ... ok?”
He was really trying to hold out ... I started cupping his balls as I stroked his dick faster.
“Come on baby — cum for me. Give me a good one. Then I’ll put it on.”
He tried to hold out as long as he could ... but he couldn’t. He had no control over it ... his hands and feet were tied to the bed ... he couldn’t stop me ... so he exploded and I smiled.
“See. I knew you’d want to wear it.”
I crawled up beside him and lightly kissed his lips ... then I patted him on his head (he hates that) ...
“Such a cuck.”
I went to the bathroom and got a warm, wet wash cloth. As I came back ...
Steve pleaded,
“Can you undo my cuffs now?”
“No. Not until I get this on you ... k?”
I smiled at him as I knelt beside him. Carefully cleaning his even smaller, softening dick.
“Look how cute he is all cleaned up.”
While glancing back and forth between his face and what I was doing, I put the first ring around his testicles ...
“That’s too big.”
“Too big, Lex???”
“Yes. Its supposed to be snug, silly. Don’t worry. I watched a video on it. I won’t make you wear it for very long.”
“Not this time.”
I smiled.
I tried another ring and it seemed to fit better (but I had to go one more smaller the next time) and then I locked his cage on.
“There,” I leaned down and kissed the end of his cage ... “Now he’s all ready for bed.” I sat back on my knees and giggled.
“For bed? No fucking way, Lexi.”
“I’m just teasing you. But you’ll wear it more and more. I promise.”
And he did. After a while I got him to wear it all night. That was the worst. Then after a while I got him to wear it to work. Then after a while .... well, you know.
Once I got him used to wearing it for longer periods of time, I’d would reward him when I let him free.
Sometimes I’d just make him cum with my hands ... for longer periods of time I’d use my mouth ... and then for even longer stretches, I’d let him have sex with me. But I always rewarded him.
And after Robert and I semi-broke up ... I tried to use my new tool to get what I really wanted. But it didn’t go as well as I had planned.
One night, after a few days in his new cage, we were eating a late dinner.
“It’s Sunday ... guess what that means?”
“Of course I know what that means, Lex. Just take it off now ...”
“Nope. Not yet.”
I got up from the table and climbed into his lap and kissed him. Softly. Then kissed him again. Then again. We started making out until he pushed me away.
“Don’t do this, Lex. Let me out.”
I started kissing him again. He pulled away and held me back.
“Let me out.”
“No.”
“Come on Lexi, don’t do this. Its not funny. You said you’d take it off today.”
“I will but not yet. You have to give me something.”
“What? Fuck Lexi —“
“Carl.”
He erupted but not in the good way.
“There’s no fucking way, Lex. It’s just not going to happen. Get that into your head.”
“That’s the problem —“
Still sitting in his lap ... fighting to stay in his lap, actually. He was trying to get me off of him so he could walk away.
“I can’t get him out of my head.”
“So that’s what all this is? This thing ... and you kissing me? Just to get me to let you fuck Carl?”
“Of course. Why else would I be doing it? I’m not kissing you because I can’t wait to feel your little dick inside me. I can’t. And I won’t be fucking him. He’ll be fucking me!”
That’s about how it ended.
I played my hand too quickly and I knew it. I went too far too fast. So I gave him the key and dropped it ... for the time being.
In the couple of weeks that followed, I continued to playfully bring it up but I never really pushed it. I would say something about Carl and then laugh or say that I was teasing. I tried to make it more of a game hoping it would make the very subject of Carl not such a negative thing.
Neither did I cage him.
A few weeks later we were on our date night. We went to one of our usual restaurants and then to our favorite live music bars.
I’m a bit of a non-drinker but will on some occasions. I just don’t really like the way it makes me feel. Not to mention the fact that my mouth gets mouthier. Eek!
But sometimes I do and when I do, Steve always likes it and joins in my fun by drinking a little more than he usually does also. It was fun. We laughed and flirted and teased and quietly (sort of) made fun of ridiculous people and genuinely couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. But in the back of my mind the entire time was Carl.
By the time we got home, Steve was all over me. There was a small part of me that wanted to let him just enjoy himself but the part that wanted to take advantage of his good mood was much bigger!
We didn’t quite make it upstairs and found ourselves making out pretty hot and heavy ( <— that’s a weird saying ).
Per usual, Steve was laying on the couch and I was on top of him. I was feeling extra dominant because of the alcohol — and extra horny ( <— also not my favorite word ). Please keep in mind, that this is not how I normally talk to Steve. The alcohol plus the rising frustration made me say things I wouldn’t normally say. I would say that the sentiments behind the words are true — but the way I said things and the language I used is not normal for me.
So back to the couch —
Steve had my skirt all the way up and was groping and squeezing my ass while he was moving his mouth from mine to my neck ... kissing and sucking. It was making me pretty hot, I must admit. I was moaning ... but it wasn’t just his kisses — it was still thoughts of Carl that were causing my sounds.
I stopped kissing him and leaned up ... putting my hands on his chest,
“You want to fuck me, Steve?”
He tried to pull me down onto him.
“You do, huh?”
“Yes, Lexi ... ”
He leaned up and I pushed him back down.
“Can you, though?” I said with my little grin and playful voice.
“Obviously ... Lex.”
He pushed his crotch up into my pussy as I straddled him and held him down. I laughed.
“You don’t fuck me ... Robert fucked me. You’re a cuckold. Cuckold’s please but not with their little dicks.”
“You wanna please me, cuck?”
I was starting to forget the fun we just had and was instead remembering the frustration I had felt the other night. I got up and slid my panties down and off and then my skirt and took off my blouse. I was dripping wet.
“You wanna please me cuck?”
“Yes, Lexi ...”
“With your tongue?”
“Yes, baby ...”
“Not yet ... take your clothes off. I wanna see how hard your little dick is.”
He was not fighting anything.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off ... undid his belt ... his pants ... slid them off and pulled down his boxer briefs and sat back down on the couch.
I knelt between his legs ... not touching him. Just staring at his pink penis. It was sticking straight up and straining and already leaking.
My eyes glanced back and forth between his eyes and his penis.
“It looks even smaller when you sit down. I can hardly see it.”
He just stared at me ... he was loving it.
I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs but never touched his dick. Every time I moved my hands slowly toward him, he started to push his hips up thinking I was going to touch him ... but I didn’t.
“Want me to touch you?”
“God yes...”
“No. First you have to tell me something. Say you’re my cuckold.”
“Lex....”
“Just say it ... its fun. You like it ...”
“I’m your cuckold.”
“Say you have a little dick.”
“Lexi, come on ...”
“Say it or you get nothing.”
“I have a little dick.”
“I know. That’s why I cheated on you.” (I know that’s harsh but to be fair I’m still a little ***** at this point)
“I love you but its true. I shouldn’t have cheated. I really shouldn’t have. I love you more than anything. But I couldn’t take it. You’re so small. And its why I still fuck other men. I like big cocks. Big black cocks.”
He just stared. The teasing/humiliation was killing him. He had that familiar look that said ‘I shouldn’t like this but I do.’
His look was giving me more confidence.
I was still rubbing his thighs. Slowly up and down ... my hands flattened as they went up ... and then I would drag my fingernails as they came down. Up and down. Staring into his eyes ... then watching his little thing jump as I came oh so close to touching him.
“Tell me you like to watch men with real cocks fuck me.”
No hesitation.
“I like watching men with big cocks fuck you.”
“I know you do. Because you’re a what...???”
“A cuckold.”
“Yes, baby. You are!”
I leaned forward like I was going to take him into my mouth. Slowly leaning with my eyes locked on his ... my mouth open just over the tip but then I stopped ... smiled ... and just blew on the tip of it.
“Wanna put your little dick inside me?”
“Yes Lexi ... please ...”
“Okay...but this is for you, you know that right? Its not for me. I can barely feel you anymore.”
“Yes ...”
I climbed up into his lap ... but not putting him inside me yet. I kissed him ... hard and deep ... his little hard on poking into me ... sucking his tongue into my mouth and scraping it with my teeth as I pulled back. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his mouth deeper into mine and then stopped and leaned up further ... and pulled his head roughly to the back of the couch by his hair.
“You like this, huh?”
“Yes.”
I smiled and still holding his head back, I kissed him like I did before. Hard and deep. Sucking and biting his tongue and lips. Then I stopped, again.
“I’ll let you put your little thing inside me ... but if you cum ... and you will cum ... keep in mind that as soon as your done you’re going to lie on the floor and I’m going to fuck your mouth until I cum.”
“Fuck Lexi — come on, this is....”
“Orrrrrr ... I can climb off of you and ruin your orgasm. And then fuck your mouth.”
“Which is it? Decide now cuckold.”
“I don’t ...”
“Just fucking say it cuckold. Which one?”
He just stared at me. He was crazy excited but I think the alcohol was wearing off of him ... he was starting to think rather than just respond. I knew I was going to pay for this the next day ... but I couldn’t stop. And no matter what he was thinking ... he didn’t want me to.
So I leaned up and reached between us and grabbed his dick and slid it inside me but didn’t move ... I just sat there.
“Don’t cum. You know what will happen if you do.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Lexi — fuck...”
I laughed.
My lips just inches from his ... staring into his eyes,
“I seriously barely feel you. You’re so little. But I love you. You know that right?”
“Yes...”
“I do love you. That’s why I’m doing this. Its a way we can have sex that is fun for both of us. You get to touch me and I get to tease you about your little tiny dick.”
He just stared. He was afraid to move too.
I started to rock back and forth ... rising up a little and then back down ...
“Don’t cum. Are you about to cum? Should I get off? Or should I just stop moving?”
“Stop moving for a second ...”
I laughed and sat down and still.
I leaned toward his face again ... licking around his lips,
“You know what I want, Steve. Give it to me.”
“What? What do you .... what are you talking about?”
“I know you know but I want to tell you anyway. I want Carl. I want your friend Carl to fuck me with his huge black cock. I want him to fuck me harder than any man has ever fucked me. I want him to make me scream as he makes me cum over and over and over and over again on his big fucking cock.”
I started to move again ... sliding up just barely and back down ... rocking my hips and back and forth ... making circles with my hips ... grinding his little dick .. feeling it hit my spot whenever I positioned myself right. It was starting to feel good.
“Fuck Lexi — stop.”
I stopped.
“Imagine it Steve. Just imagine how hard that huge powerful man would fuck me.”
“Lexi — come on ... stop.”
“Just picture it ... close your eyes and picture it.”
He did.
“Imagine his huge hands all over my body. God I can’t wait. Imagine watching it from over there where you’ll be sitting. His big black hands running all over me. Imagine it cuck. Me cucking you. Carl cucking you. Imagine his mouth all over me. Imagine him sucking my tits into his big mouth. Can you? Omg I can. I can’t wait. I have thought about it for so long. Imagine his tongue inside my pussy. Can you? Omg. Imagine it baby ... its going to feel so good.”
I could feel him tensing all over ... so I climbed off of him while he relaxed.
Once he did, I held him tightly in my hand,
“Do you want me to put you back inside me?”
“Are you still thinking about it, cuck?”
“Yes.”
I slowly stroked him ... and put my lips to his ear....biting and then whispering,
“Imagine his thick fingers inside my pussy as you watched.”
Bite
“Imagine him fucking me with his fingers ... can you hear it? My wet pussy making squishy sounds?”
Sucking on his lobe.
Imagine his fingers reaching further than you can with your little fucking dick ... making me cum.”
Biting harder ... Steve moans.
“Imagine him touching me in places your dick has never reached.”
I was holding him tight ... not stroking now ... just gripping him really hard — he’s pushing up with his hips ... moaning.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Fuck Lexi .... yes.”
“In my hand or in my pussy?”
“In your hand ...”
“Wrong.”
I slid forward and put him back inside me.
“Don’t cum ... or you’ll be cleaning it up.”
He didn’t budge. I couldn’t tell if he was just paralyzed or if he actually wanted to do it ...
“Are you still thinking about Carl? Do you want to clean me?”
“Yes ... no, I don’t want to clean you.”
“Do you think he’d be rough with me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. I bet he’s such a fucking man.”
Sucking on his neck ... slowing riding up and down ... so slow. Biting him.
“Do you want to cum, baby? Do you want to clean me after you do?
“I want ... want to cum Lexi ... but I’m not going to clean you after.”
“Yes you will. You know you will.”
I stopped moving. Held his face still and looked directly into his eyes.
“If you agree to talk to him about me — you can say we’re swingers if you want ... but if you agree to talk to him about me I’ll let you cum inside me and you don’t have to clean me.”
“Fuck Lexi — please...I can’t. I know him.”
I started to move up and down ...
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Steve. I’m going to keep talking about how much I want Carl to fuck me in front of you ... how much I want his black cock deep inside my pussy ... how much I want him to cum inside me ... I’m going to keep talking about making you clean me after he’s done and you’re going to cum, cuck. And then you’re going to clean your own cum out of me ... all of it while I fuck your face. Ok? That’s what’s happening.”
I started to rise up and down faster ...
“You’re going to cum. You know you can’t last very long ... tell me baby. Tell me that you’ll talk to him. Tell me that you’ll tell him I want him. Or you’re going to eat your own cum.”
“Omg Lexi — I’ll tell him.”
I stopped.
“Promise.”
“Promise me you’ll tell him.”
“Fuck Lexi — yes — I promise.”
“Thank you baby ...”
I leaned in and kissed him hard ... grinding on him ... rising up and down ...
“I still can’t feel you.”
He came.
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Over the next couple of weeks, we continued to talk about it and I kept up the sexy teasing and encouragement and I was constantly telling him how Carl is the only man in my mind whenever I touched myself.
It kept Steve motivated to say the least. But the really big question was — how? How would Steve bring this up to Carl?
I really didn’t want Steve to text him. That would be too easy and could be played off as something less than what it was — a real question and a real interest!
No. I wanted Steve to be really nervous and I wanted him to fumble his words when he asked and I wanted him to be scared to death about what he was doing — the very idea of sending my husband to speak to another man with a proper cock and ask him to fuck me was beyond erotic to me — the very idea of it made me wet ... even if Carl said no.
On top of that — I wanted to be there and witness it!
So we decided that the only time it would be a natural thing for us all to be together would be after one of their games. Sometimes the guys go out for a few drinks afterwards and on a couple of occasions, I’ve even tagged along.
That seemed to calm Steve’s nerves a little about it — it would seem like a very normal thing for us to do. It would also let him gauge Carl’s interactions with me to feel more confident about what Carl’s response would be when he asked.
So that’s what we decided to do. Steve texted the guys that we should all hang out after the game. Most of them said that they would come — including Carl.
The plan was to hang around with all the guys until they started to leave. Steve would then try to get Carl into a conversation about something that might keep him there until we could be alone. Then I would go to the bathroom and he would tell Carl that we were swingers and then ask him if he was interested in me because I was interested in him.
No way that works, right?? Lol
But that was the plan we came up with and we were just 4 short days away from his next game.
So to keep him focused and motivated on Project Carl— I kept him caged until he left to go play his game. I also wanted to put it on right after the game but there really wouldn’t be time for that and he promised he wasn’t going to chicken out.
During the game, I watched Carl the entire time. I kept hoping he’d catch me staring and make eye contact with me but it never happened. But my god — just watching him move was making me wet. Watching him push people around with those big arms ... or watching his thick legs as he ran ... or staring at his big round butt when he’d bend over ... and the jiggle jiggle flop flop of his cock as he ran down the court in my direction. OMG I was feeling like diverting from our plan a little and just asking Carl to fuck me myself!
Steve had made me promise not to be too obvious with any flirting, but I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to control it.
When we walked into the bar some of the guys were already there with their girlfriends. They were seated toward one end of the 2 tables they had slid together and we sat in the middle next to them with me on Steve’s left. The girlfriends thing didn’t excite me — I didn’t want to get into a girl talk thing while the guys talked about the game or whatever. And I started to freak out a little bit wondering — ‘What if Carl brought a woman??’
Not long after, a few more guys came and sat across from us ... which left two seats next to me and one on the end across from me to my left.
A few minutes later, Carl walked in with one of the other guys. The other guy sat next to me and Carl sat at the end of the table. This meant that I would have to actually turn my head if i wanted to look at him ... it also meant that I wouldn’t be able to be very nonchalant with any of my flirting.
As it started, I mostly talked with Steve and one of the girlfriends that sat across from me. As it wore on, people didn’t stay in the seats they were in. Guys were moving around depending on who they wanted to talk to or not sitting at all and hanging out at the bar.
But I took every chance I could get to make eye contact with Carl. After a couple of hours he was finally starting to notice. Lol.
There was one point where we just kind of locked eyes. I could feel my chest turn red ... which is what happens when I get really nervous or really turned on. It was the latter.
Eventually people started leaving and I poked Steve to start talking with Carl. So Steve moved to the chair on my other side so that he could be closer to Carl and make it easier to talk.
If it wasn’t for my intentions, Carl most likely would have fallen prey to Steve’s and my playful teasing ... He’s loud and I guess alcohol makes him even louder. He laughs really obnoxiously at almost everything he says ... normally, he would have made me laugh. But not tonight.
I gave him as many looks as I could ... staring into his eyes ... which helped him be more playful with me and I with him. We started to dominate the conversation, with Steve only interjecting here and there.
We joked and laughed for quite a while. There was never anything sexual brought up ... but I did what I could to get my point across while at the same time honoring my promise to Steve.
I’d bite my lip while he spoke or slap his hand when he tried to make fun of me and I’d even “accidentally” lightly kick him under the table.
At one point I even asked if I could feel his bald head ... telling him I’d never felt one before.
I leaned across the table, which gave him a really good chance to look down my shirt at my breasts — btw I was wearing a low cut, v neck white t-shirt and really tight black jeans which is the exact outfit I was wearing when he called me Sexy Lexi. So l leaned across the table and felt his big bald black head with my little white hand. I tried to do it as sensually as I could ... but that’s not the easiest thing to do leaning across a table. But I liked it ... and so did he.
After a while, I thought it was time for Steve to ask Carl to fuck me ... I didn’t want Carl to suddenly say, “Well i guess I better get my black ass home” Lol (That would be something he would say) and Steve didn’t look like he was turning the conversation in that direction any time soon.
So I turned in my chair and looked to Steve.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom now. Ok.”
I got out of my chair — and as I started to walk towards the bathroom, I turned and stepped back toward the table ... I put both hands on its surface and leaned down directly across from Carl — I saw him look quickly down my shirt at my breasts ... and then i said ...
“Carl. Steve has something to ask you. Ok? I’ll be back in a little bit.”
I leaned down to Steve’s ear and said,
“Ask him. He’ll say yes. If you do I’ll let you do anything you want to me when we get home.”
I kissed him and then left.
I was trying to make it obvious to Carl what was going on ... and it made me want to go into the bathroom and touch myself until I came ... but I couldn’t.
After I was done, I thought I’d give Steve a little more time — so I walked along the other side of the bar ... this would mean that Carl, instead of Steve, would actually see me first when I came back to the table. I slowly walked, looking at some of the sports memorabilia on the walls as I did. I was getting pretty nervous ... and walking slower and slower.
As I came around the end of the bar I could see Carl’s face and the back of Steve’s head. When he saw me, he looked at me and smiled one of those knowing smiles. It almost dropped me to the floor right then! That smile told me that very soon that big black man would be making me his! I wanted to walk over and sit in his lap or slide under the table and suck his cock or just anything ... touch him or kiss him ... anything! But I couldn’t.
As I got close, Steve turned to look at me — and I sat down.
It got real quiet. Lol
“Soooooooo,”
I was looking at Steve.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, but you didn’t give us much time to talk ...”
“Ohhhh I cou—“
Carl positioned himself directly in my direction and spoke.
“I got the gist, pretty lady. Steve told me you two are swingers? Is that for real?”
I looked at Steve and then back to Carl ... positioning myself toward him as he did toward me.
“Yes. That’s for real. We’re for real.”
“That’s cool. I’ve swung a few times ... (insert loud laugh)”
“You been with black man before?”
I smiled my sexy smile — leaning a bit closer over the table.
“Yes. You been with a white woman before?”
“LOUD LAUGH — I sure have. Plenty. A few wifeys like you too.”
“No one’s like me.”
The sexual energy was growing and I sooooooo wanted to see what else was growing.
“LOUD LAUGH Is that so?”
“It is.”
“We’ll see.”
“Yes we will.”
“You are a sexy little thing Sexy Lexi.”
“Did you know I was wearing this same outfit when you first called me that?”
“No. I don’t remember.”
“I wore it tonight for you.”
“Mmmmmm is that right?”
He turned to Steve —
“So when are we doin this, my man?”
Steve looked to me and then turned back to Carl as he started to answer,
“I’ll be texting you in the next few days and we can talk about what works. How’s that sound?”
Carl turned back to me and looked at my breasts — I smiled.
“Mmmmhmmm you do that.”
I bit my lip.
With that we decided it was time to leave ... we walked out together towards the bar’s parking lot which was just to our right.
We made it to Carl’s car first which was parked right next to the building ... so it was darker than the rest of the lot that was under street lights.
Steve said goodbye and shook Carl’s hand promising to text him in the next couple of days. I stepped toward him and he asked,
“Since we’re going to be good friends soon, can I get a hug?”
I almost leapt into his arms ...
I stepped toward him and he put his huge arms around me ... he hugged me tight and I hugged him ... he started to release me and as I loosened my hold ... I looked up at him ...
“You can even give me a kiss if you want.”
“God damn!”
He leaned down and touched his lips to mine ... it was a short kiss ... nothing passionate at all ... but I slipped my tongue out before it ended and quickly ran it between his lips .. as i did he reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me to him ... I moaned.
“I can’t wait to see you again, Carl.”
“Don’t let hubby take too long, Sexy Lexi.”
I was on cloud 9 ... Or was it 900? Lol
I really couldn’t wait to climb my Mountain!
