By
KayBee
My wife, Ellen, is the sales rep for her employer. Although she gets a very nice base salary she is also paid on commission depending how well the various products the company manufactures happens to sell. Ellen is a vivacious woman, 30 years old, five feet one-inch tall with thick wavy ash blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and, in my personal opinion, a very nice body. Her boobs are a 34C and although she complains she could lose an inch or two from her waist, it looks fine to me. Her ass is sexy, full and rounded and she has killer thighs and legs. Ellen has always been better than average at her job and I have supported her the entire time she’s been working.
A little over a year ago, as we prepared for bed one evening, Ellen was brushing her hair at the vanity (I love watching her tits jiggle) and turned briefly to me. “There’s two regular buyers who have offered to increase their business by 50% each,” she said in a neutral voice. Naturally I was glad but noticed she had a slight frown on her face. “They want me going to dinner with them…not at the same time,” she added quickly. “They don’t even know about each other”. I still couldn’t see a problem and said so. Ellen stopped brushing her hair and looked at me. “They’re both black,” she said. “They’ve both been flirting for a few months now”.
“And did you flirt back?” I asked, very aware many men loved to flirt with my wife and she was quite adept at flirting back.
“Yes,” Ellen replied. “They’re regular buyers and come by the office all the time. But both have suggested me seeing them and guaranteeing a 50% increase in business”. I pursed my lips.
“Seeing them is a bit more than just going out for dinner,” I pointed out. “It sounds far more steady”. Ellen shrugged.
“I know,” she said quietly.
“So how often is involved with ‘seeing them’?” I asked, feeling my dick stirring under the sheet. Ellen looked at me.
“A couple times a week…each,” she answered. “I mean, neither knows the other has asked me. I didn’t say anything one way or the other”. My wife’s response told me she was already contemplating things; otherwise she would have turned both men down flatly. “They’re talking about dinner one night and probably a club the other night”. She laid down her brush and slid into bed next to me. One hand slipped under the sheet and felt my hard cock. Ellen smiled faintly. “I don’t think you really mind, do you?” and she squeezed my dick.
“What nights are involved,” I asked, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as we lay there together. “Well,” Ellen sighed deeply, “if I was seeing them both, it’s have to be two nights mid-week, maybe Wednesday and Thursday…then Friday and Saturday nights at whatever club they want to go to”. I frowned.
“Four nights a week?” I hadn’t given it that much thought. Ellen nodded.
“It’s not like I’ll be out all night,” she rubbed my cock and whispered.
“If it helps you at work,” I told her, “I guess I really can’t argue. Are you going to be safe?” At my comment Ellen giggled and rolled her eyes.
“I’m just seeing them for work,” she shook her head. “They’re really good guys”.
“Are you gonna be discreet?” I asked and Ellen scowled.
“How can I be discreet when I am out with a big black guy?” She rolled her eyes again. “I don’t really care who sees me, I am actually doing it for my job.”. We laid there and decided some basic ground rules for us. Ellen told me the two blacks were Ray and James, both were college graduates and had played sports. She thought it best to leave it at that and I agreed. My imagination was already running wild. To thwart busybodies, Ellen would go out with each guy straight from work and on Saturday, would drive to a neutral place to be picked up by whomever she was seeing that night.
The next few months were incredible I confess. When I knew Ellen was out with one of the black men I had a raging erection the entire time until she came home – usually around 9pm. The ‘club nights’ were worse but each time Ellen simply assured me they’d had drinks, danced a bit and then she’d come straight home. And true to their word, Ellen’s numbers increased by 50% the next quarter – all seemed right with the world.
It was after she’d been seeing James for about 5 months the first issues arose. Ellen got home from her club night at almost 2 in the morning – hours later than usual. And she was plainly agitated, undressing quickly in the bathroom before throwing on a thin, short nightie and climbing into bed. Laying there next to her I could hear my wife’s rapid breathing and knew she remained very unsettled. “Want to tell me what happened?” I asked softly in the darkness.
“James wanted to make out,” Ellen said in a quiet, tense voice.
“Did you?” I asked, There was a long pause before Ellen replied.
“Yes,” she said softly, turning toward me, eyes searching mine. “We were in his car and just started going crazy”. I gritted my teeth. I’d wondered how long things would go one before something happened. “Are you pissed?” she asked and ran a hand over my chest.
“You’re okay,” I said, “so I’m fine. Is that all?”
Ellen was quiet for a moment. “He is an incredible kisser,” she whispered. “He frenched me so deep”. She could feel my body tense; even my cock was hard now. “He wanted to screw,” Ellen said, moving tighter against me. Her hand went down my chest to my abdomen and discovered how hard I was. Without a word she slipped her hand under the sheet, got my cock and slowly pumped it. “I didn’t screw him,” she told me, gently kissing my cheek.
“What did you do?” I asked, my own breathing coming quickly now. “I know you ended up doing something,” I managed to get out. “Human nature doesn’t change”. I glanced at her. “Just tell me now, okay?” I said tensely, “so I don’t find out later”. Ellen continued rhythmically stroking my dick.
“I let him finger me,” my wife said very softly. The image of my sexy wife french kissing a big black guy as he thrust his finger in and out of her pussy almost took me over the edge. “He got me to cum twice,” she said it without apology. “It felt good,” she added. I looked at her and saw her eyes were narrowed as se pumped away on me.
“W-w-what did you do to him?” I managed to ask in a thick voice. Ellen didn’t answer right away. “I’m not going to get pissed,” I assured her, certain that’s what caused her silence.
“I sucked his cock,” she finally murmured, her hand squeezing my dick. Without waiting for me, Ellen continued. “I sucked it and he came in my mouth,” her voice was a low hiss. “He just kept cumming and cumming. Oh damn it was like a massive cum…I…swallowed”. The idea of my wife’s belly filled with a black man’s sperm set me off. I shot a geyser of cum that covered my stomach and made a mess of everything. After several minutes spent cleaning everything up, I laid back down next to Ellen. “James wants to keep going out,” she said in a tense whisper. “If I keep seeing him I know what he’ll want”. Ellen pushed tight against me. “But I don’t wanna lose that big sales deal,” she whimpered. “And if Ray finds out, he’ll want it too”.
The next few days were tense; building up for Ellen’s next proposed time with James. “Maybe I can keep him happy?” Ellen suggested and caught me by surprise. “I mean, would you be really, really pissed if I just gave him a handjob?” I frowned.
“And what if he wants pussy?”
Ellen’s shoulders sagged. “Fingering me isn’t that bad,” she said, looking at me. “If I can keep it at that, it’ll be okay”. I knew she was whistling in the dark. I knew they had both crossed the line and there was no going back. And for the next 2 months Ellen would come home, acknowledge she’d sucked the black cock again and allowed herself to be finger fucked. But her sales went up another 35%.
I have to add, our own sex life remained as it had always been; Ellen enjoyed fucking and at least twice a week I was getting pussy. However, I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or reality but her pussy seemed looser; I dismissed it as the result of an overactive imagination, content to be fucking my sexy wife. In the course of time, despite how odd it may seem, Ellen’s dating of the two black men became almost blasé. She did it, her bonuses grew, she got more and more recognition and confidence at work and being out a total of four nights a week with two black men almost became ‘normal’. Ellen said little about Ray other than she really enjoyed her time with him. James, on the other hand, had an enormous cock, she confided; so thick it made her jaws ache and she could hardly get her hand around the girth. Plus, so she said, he seemed to ejaculate extremely heavy. Ellen got to the point of joking about being the ‘white girlfriend of two black studs’. As I noted, she rarely spoke of Ray and when I’d innocently ask if James had ever tried to fuck her, Ellen would cluck her tongue and roll her eyes saying, “He’s happy having his white girlfriend go down on him”.
As any man would, I had my growing suspicions. I worked hard at acting ‘progressive’ and not showing any real concerns but after the six month mark they were building. James had no problem calling Ellen at home on occasion and it was during one of those conversations I overheard (she always took the call in another room) Ellen almost whisper, “…she’s gone for two weeks. Her place will be perfect”. I realized instantly Ellen spoke of her mother, a widow who’d taken a two week cruise with a senior citizen’s social group and was to be gone for the next ten days. My stomach knotted when I heard her add, “…I’ll take the day off Wednesday”. I summoned up my best acting abilities and pretended I knew nothing; that was Monday evening.
Like clockwork, Ellen was up Tuesday morning and, pretending to go to work, gave me a quick kiss and reminded me it was her night to go out with James. My stomach was rolling. I forced myself to be patient and take my time; downing several cups of coffee laced with brandy. I drove nervously and cautiously to my mother-in-law’s house, a 20 minute drive to a rancher at the end of a wooded cul-de-sac. My stomach knotted further when I saw Ellen’s car in the driveway and two other cars pulled in behind hers. Two? As if resigned to my fate I parked and slipped from my car, using the spare key Ellen’s mother always kept at the front door.
Inside the house all was quiet and after listening at each bedroom and hearing nothing, I edged to the club basement. The moment I opened the door I smelled sex. The stairway actually makes a 90-degree turn at a small landing and by keeping to the edge I was fairly well out of sight. What I witnessed was arousing, exciting, exhilarating and shattering.
Ellen was on the couch between two athletically-built blacks. I assumed they were Ray and James. She was completely nude, as were they, and she held a black cock in each hand, slowly stroking as they turned her face back and forth to deeply french kiss. Her thighs were parted wide; legs draped over the blacks’ thighs and her hips slowly humped as the two blacks finger fucked and rubbed her clit. When Ellen wasn’t kissing one, he bent to suck her tits leaving the nipples swollen and reddened.
“She’s ready,” one of the men murmured and Ellen moved to the floor atop cushions tossed there. One guy with an enormous, heavy cock (I assumed it was James) got between her open thighs and began working his cock up inside. Ellen groaned, arms around the man as she thrust her pussy on him.
“I need that black dick so bad,” she sighed, “I miss it fucking me”. I felt a cold wave pass over me. She had been fucking James, indeed. I watched as the thick meat worked up into her hole until his bloated ball sac rested at her ass. Ellen’s legs came around him, arms draped over his shoulder and they began to fuck; a deep, hard fuck that made Ellen’s head jerk and her tits wobble. “Oh fuck me, baby,” she was cooing, hands moving along James’ back. “Fuck that white pussy so good”. Since neither black cock had a condom on it I realize Ellen was depending on her Depo shot for protection. As her body jerked back and forth under James, I guess it was Ray who knelt by her head and Ellen gripped his cock and began to suck it. James was grunting as he fucked into Ellen’s pussy and my wife’s hips rolled and gyrated as she humped under him. “Gimme that big nut, baby,” she grunted, “Nut deep up in me!” James grunted and stiffened; he was spurting a massive load of seed into my wife’s pussy. Ellen’s legs relaxed and James slowly withdrew only to be quickly replaced by Ray. Ellen shivered and grunted as Ray’s black cock slid up in her. “Fuck me,” she urged him, turning to lick and suck James’ wet dick. I could actually hear James’ sperm squishing in Ellen’s pussy as Ray fucked. Ellen squealed to a climax as Ray added a second load of black semen into her open hole.
James’ cock was hard and Ellen sank down on it, her pussylips flared tight around the circumference. She sat and began rolling her hips as Ray brought his wet dick to her mouth. Ellen simply opened her mouth and began sucking. It was obvious this had been going on for a long, long time the whole time I was being told it was ‘innocent’. I hear Ray groan and watched Ellen’s cheeks bulge as the black man emptied himself in her mouth. Sperm drooled over my wife’s bottom lips and hung in thick, silvery strands jiggling from her chin. Ellen gulped down the mass of semen in her mouth and focused on fucking James. A third load of sperm was squirted deep up in her pussy, thick strings squished out from around the juncture of black cock and white pussy. I had to move extra slow getting out of there; I was so unsteady I was afraid of falling down the stairs.
Ellen is four months pregnant. She already has the tell-tale bulge at her belly and her nipples constantly ache. The baby is black, we both know, and the question facing us now is whether Ellen delivers or not. She keeps seeing both black men and her sales volume is thru the proverbial roof. She has certainly excelled in salesmanship…
KayBee
My wife, Ellen, is the sales rep for her employer. Although she gets a very nice base salary she is also paid on commission depending how well the various products the company manufactures happens to sell. Ellen is a vivacious woman, 30 years old, five feet one-inch tall with thick wavy ash blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and, in my personal opinion, a very nice body. Her boobs are a 34C and although she complains she could lose an inch or two from her waist, it looks fine to me. Her ass is sexy, full and rounded and she has killer thighs and legs. Ellen has always been better than average at her job and I have supported her the entire time she’s been working.
A little over a year ago, as we prepared for bed one evening, Ellen was brushing her hair at the vanity (I love watching her tits jiggle) and turned briefly to me. “There’s two regular buyers who have offered to increase their business by 50% each,” she said in a neutral voice. Naturally I was glad but noticed she had a slight frown on her face. “They want me going to dinner with them…not at the same time,” she added quickly. “They don’t even know about each other”. I still couldn’t see a problem and said so. Ellen stopped brushing her hair and looked at me. “They’re both black,” she said. “They’ve both been flirting for a few months now”.
“And did you flirt back?” I asked, very aware many men loved to flirt with my wife and she was quite adept at flirting back.
“Yes,” Ellen replied. “They’re regular buyers and come by the office all the time. But both have suggested me seeing them and guaranteeing a 50% increase in business”. I pursed my lips.
“Seeing them is a bit more than just going out for dinner,” I pointed out. “It sounds far more steady”. Ellen shrugged.
“I know,” she said quietly.
“So how often is involved with ‘seeing them’?” I asked, feeling my dick stirring under the sheet. Ellen looked at me.
“A couple times a week…each,” she answered. “I mean, neither knows the other has asked me. I didn’t say anything one way or the other”. My wife’s response told me she was already contemplating things; otherwise she would have turned both men down flatly. “They’re talking about dinner one night and probably a club the other night”. She laid down her brush and slid into bed next to me. One hand slipped under the sheet and felt my hard cock. Ellen smiled faintly. “I don’t think you really mind, do you?” and she squeezed my dick.
“What nights are involved,” I asked, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as we lay there together. “Well,” Ellen sighed deeply, “if I was seeing them both, it’s have to be two nights mid-week, maybe Wednesday and Thursday…then Friday and Saturday nights at whatever club they want to go to”. I frowned.
“Four nights a week?” I hadn’t given it that much thought. Ellen nodded.
“It’s not like I’ll be out all night,” she rubbed my cock and whispered.
“If it helps you at work,” I told her, “I guess I really can’t argue. Are you going to be safe?” At my comment Ellen giggled and rolled her eyes.
“I’m just seeing them for work,” she shook her head. “They’re really good guys”.
“Are you gonna be discreet?” I asked and Ellen scowled.
“How can I be discreet when I am out with a big black guy?” She rolled her eyes again. “I don’t really care who sees me, I am actually doing it for my job.”. We laid there and decided some basic ground rules for us. Ellen told me the two blacks were Ray and James, both were college graduates and had played sports. She thought it best to leave it at that and I agreed. My imagination was already running wild. To thwart busybodies, Ellen would go out with each guy straight from work and on Saturday, would drive to a neutral place to be picked up by whomever she was seeing that night.
The next few months were incredible I confess. When I knew Ellen was out with one of the black men I had a raging erection the entire time until she came home – usually around 9pm. The ‘club nights’ were worse but each time Ellen simply assured me they’d had drinks, danced a bit and then she’d come straight home. And true to their word, Ellen’s numbers increased by 50% the next quarter – all seemed right with the world.
It was after she’d been seeing James for about 5 months the first issues arose. Ellen got home from her club night at almost 2 in the morning – hours later than usual. And she was plainly agitated, undressing quickly in the bathroom before throwing on a thin, short nightie and climbing into bed. Laying there next to her I could hear my wife’s rapid breathing and knew she remained very unsettled. “Want to tell me what happened?” I asked softly in the darkness.
“James wanted to make out,” Ellen said in a quiet, tense voice.
“Did you?” I asked, There was a long pause before Ellen replied.
“Yes,” she said softly, turning toward me, eyes searching mine. “We were in his car and just started going crazy”. I gritted my teeth. I’d wondered how long things would go one before something happened. “Are you pissed?” she asked and ran a hand over my chest.
“You’re okay,” I said, “so I’m fine. Is that all?”
Ellen was quiet for a moment. “He is an incredible kisser,” she whispered. “He frenched me so deep”. She could feel my body tense; even my cock was hard now. “He wanted to screw,” Ellen said, moving tighter against me. Her hand went down my chest to my abdomen and discovered how hard I was. Without a word she slipped her hand under the sheet, got my cock and slowly pumped it. “I didn’t screw him,” she told me, gently kissing my cheek.
“What did you do?” I asked, my own breathing coming quickly now. “I know you ended up doing something,” I managed to get out. “Human nature doesn’t change”. I glanced at her. “Just tell me now, okay?” I said tensely, “so I don’t find out later”. Ellen continued rhythmically stroking my dick.
“I let him finger me,” my wife said very softly. The image of my sexy wife french kissing a big black guy as he thrust his finger in and out of her pussy almost took me over the edge. “He got me to cum twice,” she said it without apology. “It felt good,” she added. I looked at her and saw her eyes were narrowed as se pumped away on me.
“W-w-what did you do to him?” I managed to ask in a thick voice. Ellen didn’t answer right away. “I’m not going to get pissed,” I assured her, certain that’s what caused her silence.
“I sucked his cock,” she finally murmured, her hand squeezing my dick. Without waiting for me, Ellen continued. “I sucked it and he came in my mouth,” her voice was a low hiss. “He just kept cumming and cumming. Oh damn it was like a massive cum…I…swallowed”. The idea of my wife’s belly filled with a black man’s sperm set me off. I shot a geyser of cum that covered my stomach and made a mess of everything. After several minutes spent cleaning everything up, I laid back down next to Ellen. “James wants to keep going out,” she said in a tense whisper. “If I keep seeing him I know what he’ll want”. Ellen pushed tight against me. “But I don’t wanna lose that big sales deal,” she whimpered. “And if Ray finds out, he’ll want it too”.
The next few days were tense; building up for Ellen’s next proposed time with James. “Maybe I can keep him happy?” Ellen suggested and caught me by surprise. “I mean, would you be really, really pissed if I just gave him a handjob?” I frowned.
“And what if he wants pussy?”
Ellen’s shoulders sagged. “Fingering me isn’t that bad,” she said, looking at me. “If I can keep it at that, it’ll be okay”. I knew she was whistling in the dark. I knew they had both crossed the line and there was no going back. And for the next 2 months Ellen would come home, acknowledge she’d sucked the black cock again and allowed herself to be finger fucked. But her sales went up another 35%.
I have to add, our own sex life remained as it had always been; Ellen enjoyed fucking and at least twice a week I was getting pussy. However, I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or reality but her pussy seemed looser; I dismissed it as the result of an overactive imagination, content to be fucking my sexy wife. In the course of time, despite how odd it may seem, Ellen’s dating of the two black men became almost blasé. She did it, her bonuses grew, she got more and more recognition and confidence at work and being out a total of four nights a week with two black men almost became ‘normal’. Ellen said little about Ray other than she really enjoyed her time with him. James, on the other hand, had an enormous cock, she confided; so thick it made her jaws ache and she could hardly get her hand around the girth. Plus, so she said, he seemed to ejaculate extremely heavy. Ellen got to the point of joking about being the ‘white girlfriend of two black studs’. As I noted, she rarely spoke of Ray and when I’d innocently ask if James had ever tried to fuck her, Ellen would cluck her tongue and roll her eyes saying, “He’s happy having his white girlfriend go down on him”.
As any man would, I had my growing suspicions. I worked hard at acting ‘progressive’ and not showing any real concerns but after the six month mark they were building. James had no problem calling Ellen at home on occasion and it was during one of those conversations I overheard (she always took the call in another room) Ellen almost whisper, “…she’s gone for two weeks. Her place will be perfect”. I realized instantly Ellen spoke of her mother, a widow who’d taken a two week cruise with a senior citizen’s social group and was to be gone for the next ten days. My stomach knotted when I heard her add, “…I’ll take the day off Wednesday”. I summoned up my best acting abilities and pretended I knew nothing; that was Monday evening.
Like clockwork, Ellen was up Tuesday morning and, pretending to go to work, gave me a quick kiss and reminded me it was her night to go out with James. My stomach was rolling. I forced myself to be patient and take my time; downing several cups of coffee laced with brandy. I drove nervously and cautiously to my mother-in-law’s house, a 20 minute drive to a rancher at the end of a wooded cul-de-sac. My stomach knotted further when I saw Ellen’s car in the driveway and two other cars pulled in behind hers. Two? As if resigned to my fate I parked and slipped from my car, using the spare key Ellen’s mother always kept at the front door.
Inside the house all was quiet and after listening at each bedroom and hearing nothing, I edged to the club basement. The moment I opened the door I smelled sex. The stairway actually makes a 90-degree turn at a small landing and by keeping to the edge I was fairly well out of sight. What I witnessed was arousing, exciting, exhilarating and shattering.
Ellen was on the couch between two athletically-built blacks. I assumed they were Ray and James. She was completely nude, as were they, and she held a black cock in each hand, slowly stroking as they turned her face back and forth to deeply french kiss. Her thighs were parted wide; legs draped over the blacks’ thighs and her hips slowly humped as the two blacks finger fucked and rubbed her clit. When Ellen wasn’t kissing one, he bent to suck her tits leaving the nipples swollen and reddened.
“She’s ready,” one of the men murmured and Ellen moved to the floor atop cushions tossed there. One guy with an enormous, heavy cock (I assumed it was James) got between her open thighs and began working his cock up inside. Ellen groaned, arms around the man as she thrust her pussy on him.
“I need that black dick so bad,” she sighed, “I miss it fucking me”. I felt a cold wave pass over me. She had been fucking James, indeed. I watched as the thick meat worked up into her hole until his bloated ball sac rested at her ass. Ellen’s legs came around him, arms draped over his shoulder and they began to fuck; a deep, hard fuck that made Ellen’s head jerk and her tits wobble. “Oh fuck me, baby,” she was cooing, hands moving along James’ back. “Fuck that white pussy so good”. Since neither black cock had a condom on it I realize Ellen was depending on her Depo shot for protection. As her body jerked back and forth under James, I guess it was Ray who knelt by her head and Ellen gripped his cock and began to suck it. James was grunting as he fucked into Ellen’s pussy and my wife’s hips rolled and gyrated as she humped under him. “Gimme that big nut, baby,” she grunted, “Nut deep up in me!” James grunted and stiffened; he was spurting a massive load of seed into my wife’s pussy. Ellen’s legs relaxed and James slowly withdrew only to be quickly replaced by Ray. Ellen shivered and grunted as Ray’s black cock slid up in her. “Fuck me,” she urged him, turning to lick and suck James’ wet dick. I could actually hear James’ sperm squishing in Ellen’s pussy as Ray fucked. Ellen squealed to a climax as Ray added a second load of black semen into her open hole.
James’ cock was hard and Ellen sank down on it, her pussylips flared tight around the circumference. She sat and began rolling her hips as Ray brought his wet dick to her mouth. Ellen simply opened her mouth and began sucking. It was obvious this had been going on for a long, long time the whole time I was being told it was ‘innocent’. I hear Ray groan and watched Ellen’s cheeks bulge as the black man emptied himself in her mouth. Sperm drooled over my wife’s bottom lips and hung in thick, silvery strands jiggling from her chin. Ellen gulped down the mass of semen in her mouth and focused on fucking James. A third load of sperm was squirted deep up in her pussy, thick strings squished out from around the juncture of black cock and white pussy. I had to move extra slow getting out of there; I was so unsteady I was afraid of falling down the stairs.
Ellen is four months pregnant. She already has the tell-tale bulge at her belly and her nipples constantly ache. The baby is black, we both know, and the question facing us now is whether Ellen delivers or not. She keeps seeing both black men and her sales volume is thru the proverbial roof. She has certainly excelled in salesmanship…
