By: Smal4u
My wife and I liked to play games, with her going to a bar and getting hit on by other men while I watch and then when she has them all worked up thinking they’re going to get lucky I move in and she introduces me as her husband and the men usually bug off pretty quickly. By then, both of us are usually pretty worked up and excited and we go back to our house and have hot and steamy sex while talking about and imagining what it might have been like for her to actually leave with the men that were hitting on her and what they would do.
I had a series of business meetings in a town about 15 miles from our home and I told my wife I got a hotel room to stay in town instead of driving back and forth every day and asked her if she wanted to come along? The hotel had a pool, a spa, and sauna which she loves and quickly agreed, "Besides, it might be a great opportunity for us to play our little bar game," she liked that idea as well since it always ended with hot sex.
The first day of my conference, I told her that after my meetings were over for the day that I would meet her at the bar of a nice restaurant that we had discovered the first night we checked in. She quickly agreed and as planned I headed to the restaurant after my meetings were over for the day, however, I got there later than we had planned due to a lot of traffic and an accident on the highway. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal, but little did I know the impact that my delay would have on our lives.
I got to the restaurant a little over a half hour after I was supposed to and when I entered the cocktail lounge, I scanned the room for my wife and found her sitting at the other end of the bar beside a well-dressed rather large black gentleman. He appeared to be about our age, mid to late thirties, taller than me by maybe three or four inches, and he was significantly heavier than me with a thick neck, broad shoulders, and very dark nearly coal black skin.
My 37-year-old wife always had a thing for muscular well-built men, and I realized right away that I might be in trouble if he had been white, but I knew that my wife’s parents were definitely racists and I just assumed that my wife must be too. She'd been raised north of Detroit and her parents, and everyone that I'd met from the small rural town she'd grown up in, were definitely racists too. On a few occasions when I kidded about the way she would be looking at a big strong handsome black man, she insisted that she wasn’t attracted to black men and she even sometimes used racial slurs when with her parents and they all seemed to have a good laugh when she did it, so I was a little surprised to see her playing “our game” with a black man that night.
I took an empty seat a few spots away from her and ordered a beer. She and I had arrived separately as we usually always did when we were role playing for our game, one that we both enjoyed. The game went like this. She would arrive at a bar without me and chat it up with other men that might be at the bar and then I would come in and pick her up before things got too out of hand. I usually tried to show up twenty minutes after her and that was the plan tonight but there had been an accident on I-94 and my arrival had been delayed by almost an hour.
The bartender returned with my beer and handed me a menu. He took my credit card to start a tab and left while I tried to make eye contact with my wife in the mirror behind the bar, but I could see that she and the black man beside her were deeply engrossed in conversation. Eventually she acknowledged my presence with a discrete smile and a subtle nod, but I couldn’t help noticing that she quickly turned her attention back to the black man. It was a strange greeting and I wondered if she was upset because I was so late and the fact that I hadn't called, or text messaged her because I feared it might ruin our ruse.
I quickly finished my beer and ordered a second as well as a plate of wings and a shot of bourbon. I could tell by the look in my wife's pretty face that she had a bit of a buzz on already. The well-dressed black man seemed to have my wife's undivided attention and he was also very touchy feely which somewhat unnerved me but given what I felt were her racial views, I was sure I was just imagining what I felt was a special chemistry between them. I saw his hand brush against my wife's and noticed that she smiled brightly and laughed as he held her gaze. I was used to her getting hit on because it happened a lot. She always dressed sexy when she went out, with tight, low-cut dresses that accentuated the generous curve of her somewhat fat ass and natural 38C breasts. Her flirtatious, bubbly and outgoing personality was at times the bane of my existence and she loved to flirt with good looking men to try to make me jealous, but when she flashed her big diamond ring at her admirers, that usually sent them on their way when they felt like they no longer had a chance at getting into her panties.
This time however, my wife had locked her ring in our hotel room safe as part of our role playing but even if she'd had it, from the looks of things, I doubt she'd have sent him packing. It was evident from her body language that she was enjoying his company even though he was black. I couldn't hear most of what they were saying over the loud music in the club, though some words and phrases did make it through.
"You're so bad," my wife laughed and giggled in response to something he had said. Her bottom lip curled into her mouth, and she chewed nervously on it as she teased and twirled several strands of her blond hair in her right hand. Her cheeks looked pink and flushed and she gazed at him with a troubling glimmer in her dazzling green eyes.
I slugged the shot of bourbon and killed my beer before ordering another of both. I'd had a few beers on the golf course and the two beers and a shot I'd imbibed at the bar in just 30 minutes had given me a buzz. I was surprised that I didn't feel more jealous or upset watching my wife flirt with another man while completely ignoring me, but I wasn't a particularly jealous person. Instead, the truth was that I was oddly excited by it, and I watched them with wide eyed interest as I ate my wings.
His fingers brushed the back of my wife's hand and then traveled slowly up her forearm. I could see goosebumps on her ******* flesh and my pulse quickened. I felt a familiar tingling between my legs, and I felt my dick growing in my jeans.
My wife and I had sometimes joked about having a threesome, but we were at odds with what gender the third party should be. Like most men I wanted two women while she, being very straight, preferred a two guy minagawa and we both had agreed that it was probably best to just fantasize rather than risk our marriage on a night of passion.
"Let's dance Joyce," I heard the black man say as he rose to his feet. He was taller than I'd thought, and I laughed at the 15-inch difference between my curvaceous 5'2" wife and his hulking 6'6" frame. There weren't a lot of men who made me, at nearly 6' tall, feel small but he was certainly one of them. He was built like an NFL Lineman, and he had arms like my legs and his legs were like tree trunks.
"Sure, that’s a great idea," I heard my wife say eagerly. She had always loved to dance. She and I had met at a dance club when I was still technically married to my first wife, and she was still dating her ex-boyfriend. She'd been a grad student at the time, and I was a engineer working for one of the big three. My first marriage had been in the toilet for years and I had moved out a month earlier, but I hadn't yet started dating.
I watched as the black man led her onto the crowded dance floor and I watched them for a moment over my shoulder before paying my bill and heading to the bathroom to break the seal. I furtively eyed him as I walked past but I avoided eye contact with my sexy, full-bodied wife. She'd been thick and curvy when we met, and she'd gained several more well placed pounds since we'd gotten married giving her an accentuated shape that I adored. I couldn’t miss the fact that the black man rested his ebony hands on my wife’s wide hips as they danced to the heavy bass of the trendy dance music. I'd spent most of my childhood in New England before going to college in Michigan and I had been surprised at how trendy the Motor City was when I arrived. New music and fashion trends hit Detroit long before they reached the conservative shores of Massachusetts where I'd grown up.
I walked out of the restroom and scanned the dance floor. It was easy to spot my wife's giant dance partner because his head was above the crowd. They had moved from the well-lit front of the floor to a dark corner where their actions were somewhat hidden from most people’s eyes, but I found a seat with a clear view of them and sat down.
I watched as the black man’s hands moved up and down my pretty wife's curves as they gyrated to the beat. They turned slowly as if on a turntable giving me an even clearer view of their raw sensual dance moves and my eyes widened. My wife's big taut nipples were now clearly visible through her tight red dress. Her hands mimicked his and roamed over his strong muscular body as her hips and ass swayed and thrust to the pounding bass. They both had rhythm, something I definitely lacked, and they danced very well together.
He spun my wife around, so her ass was against his crotch and his hands moved up her body to her big beautiful breasts. Her eyes were half closed and her fat, juicy ass ground subtly against him. I felt my first pang of jealousy as I saw his black hands pawing at my wife's big tits. I was getting upset and wanted to march onto the dance floor and end her charade, but I didn't. The truth was that I couldn't. My legs were heavy and unwilling to move my dick was stiff, keeping me planted in my seat.
"Can I get you a drink?" A pretty young waitress asked me over the loud music. Her presence startled me, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from my wife and her new friend. My cheeks were warm and flushed and I needed to calm myself down.
"Yeah, a beer and a bourbon, neat," I replied quickly. I felt beads of sweat run down from my forehead and my mouth was parched. My eyes were drawn to the waitress's slender but firm young ass. Her cheeks were encased in the tight black yoga pants, like the rest of the female staff, and I watched her ass sway gently when she walked away before turning my attention back to my sexy wife and her big hulking black friend.
My wife was facing him again. Her neck craned back, and she looked up into his eyes as she shamelessly ground her wide body against his. Her small hands clutched at his back as his big paws openly kneaded her fleshy ass and my fists began to clench to the point where they started to ache.
They continued to dance and grope while I secretly watched. My heart was racing as if I'd just finished a marathon and my eyes were wide and unblinking. I couldn't believe what I was seeing but I couldn't look away. I was acutely aware of my rigid cock straining and throbbing against the zipper of my jeans and I gasped when I saw the black man bend down and press his lips against hers.
"Here you go," the waitress said, again snapping me from my haze. She placed the two drinks on the small round table in front of me and I handed her a twenty.
"Keep it," I croaked. I was glad that the table hid my obvious erection, and I quickly downed the shot before looking back at my wife.
Her back was pressed against the wall of the club and her legs were about shoulder width apart. Her already short skirt was hiked up almost to the point of obscenity and her open mouth was mashed tightly against his. Her fingers raked down his back and his big leg was between hers. I could see that she was rubbing her panty clad pussy against his muscular thigh as I watched in a daze. It was surreal, like a dream, someplace between a nightmare and a fantasy. I had on a few occasions wondered what it would be like to watch my wife with another man, but I'd never expected it to happen and never ever with a black man, and watching it happen was unbelievable.
My hand brushed across my turgid manhood, and I bit my lip to stifle a low moan. My dick was as hard as it had ever been in my life, and I discretely rubbed it as I watched my wife make out with a man, she'd just met a few hours before.
They kissed and groped for what seemed like an eternity. My wife was clearly worked up and turned on as she rubbed her body against him like a bitch in heat. Her hands moved down between them, and I saw her smile get bigger when I saw her grab and squeeze his dick through the Italian silk of his suit pants. I saw him smile and lean in and whisper something in her ear and I saw her shake her head affirmatively and then they walked briskly back to the bar as I sat paralyzed by my hard pulsating dick.
I saw the black man drop several big bills on the bar and then lead my wife past me and towards the door. Her pretty eyes met mine for a fleeting moment and a lump formed in my chest. She definitely had a distant, far away expression on her face, and then they were gone.
I adjusted my fast-wilting dick and followed them out of the club onto the city street. They were about 100 feet to my left and I matched their pace, keeping them in sight but out of earshot.
They turned down an alley and they were just entering a parking garage when I made the turn into the alley. My pace quickened and I trotted quickly to the door. I saw them arrive at his car, a late model BMW SUV, and I crept silently closer while staying low and out of sight.
I heard a sound and then realized that it was the sound of his zipper going down and it echoed in the mostly empty garage. As I strained to look, I saw the back of his head over his car and noticed that his eyes were closed. I ducked behind a car and peered towards them, and I saw my wife stoop in front of him. Her mouth was agape, and his cock jutted from the fly of his pants. I could see from where I was that he certainly had a very big impressive cock with a thick brown shaft and a bulbous pinkish tip. It looked huge and I knew that it had to be at least ten or more inches, certainly a lot bigger than my maybe 5 inches and that was only when it was hard.
I could see that my wife’s eyes fluttered with excitement as she kissed her way up and down his shaft. She had always been a talented and enthusiastic cock sucker. She had, in fact given me the best blow job of my life the night we met, and two weeks later I'd put in for a transfer to a job location closer to Lansing. We'd since moved across the state and didn't make it back east more than once every two months or so.
She dragged her tongue along his shaft and then slid her open mouth from the fat, circumcised head to his big balls as he moaned softly and opened her mouth and eased her lips down his shaft. Her pale, white hands gripped the base of his prodigious cock, and she stroked him methodically as her head bobbed in time with her hands. I moved behind a car that was closer and heard his voice say “Oh fuck Joyce," he gasped in a deep baritone. "You always did really suck a mean dick." He placed his hands on the sides of my wife's head and guided her movements, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke.
My wife choked and gagged when his cock touched the back of her throat. She gasped for air, and he released his grasp and even though she moved back and let his cock fall from her lips, I could see that she was looking up at him with a ravenous hunger in her eyes. Her mascara was smeared, and tears streamed down her pretty round cheeks. Saliva dripped from her chin and her bountiful breasts heaved as she breathed deep and heavy.
"I need you to fuck me, I need that big black cock in me" my beautiful wife said breathlessly. She rose to her feet and kissed him hard. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and she stroked his big black dick. I'd been kissed like that by her countless times. Her kisses were even better than her blow jobs. She put everything into them, and I felt like I'd just been kicked in the gut as I watched them make out like a pair of randy teenagers.
He pushed the top of her dress down and pulled out her big, heavy tits. His dark skin contrasted with her alabaster breasts, and he squeezed her nipples hard making her yelp and squeal in pleasure and pain.
He turned my wife around, and she grabbed hold of the back bumper of his car. My eyes widened as I realized that he was bareback, but my wife played no attention and just pushed her juicy ass back at him, sinking his cock balls deep without hesitation.
"Oh, fuck yes," she hissed loudly. Her eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss danced on her full lips. He started to thrust, and my wife panted wantonly. Her body pushed back to meet his powerful thrusts. "That black cock feels so good…I can't believe I'm actually doing this."
The black man said nothing. His hands gripped my wife's wide hips, and he fucked her hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side like a fish out of water and her body quivered and quaked as she was having orgasm after orgasm. I'd seen her cum hundreds of times, but I never thought I would see her cum this many times at the hands of another man, much less a black man who she hardly knew.
My wife slumped forward and continued to pant and moan. "Why am I doing this?" I heard her say. She cried out. "Why do I like this so much." Her tremulous voice betrayed the depths of her excitement, and her body shook from another series of hard climaxes.
He still said nothing. He pounded my beautiful wife relentlessly. The loud sound of his hips and cum filled balls slapping against her big round ass echoed in the garage and drowning out her urgent please to fuck her harder. Finally, I heard him say "You love this big black cock don't you Joyce?" He boomed. He slowed his pace and grabbed her long hair, lacing the fingers of his right hand into her reddish locks, as he squeezed her fat ass with his left.
"Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "I love your big black cock." Her eyes opened and she looked back at him wistfully. Her body writhed sensuously, and she clutched at her huge tits.
"You always loved this black cock, didn’t you Joyce," he said playfully.
"Mmm hmmm, oh yes…yes" my wife responded.
My head cocked to one side, and I replayed his question and her reply in my head. I always thought of my wife and her ****** as pretty strong racists, and I'd been shocked to even see her sitting at a bar talking to a black guy but suddenly my world had been turned upside down. I thought back to the bar and I realized that their interactions had been far too familiar and intimate for strangers who'd just met. And then I remembered him saying “you always did suck a mean dick Joyce” and I knew this was no stranger. His fingers were running up her forearm now and she was gazing into his dark eyes and seemed to hang on his every word.
"I know what else you love Joyce," he said softly. His hips jerked hard and deep, feeding every inch of his big cock into her, and I saw her face contort.
"Ummmmm yes, you know me so well Nate," my wife replied in a low raspy tone. She closed her eyes and savored his deep thrusts. "You always knew what I needed, and you always gave it to me. Give it to me now Nate, please Baby. Give me that hot black nigger seed. I need it. It's been way too long since I’ve felt that nigger cum deep inside of me!"
At that moment, hearing that, I had a deep feeling of fear and dread. A foreboding pit formed in my belly, but I continued to rub my hard dick through my jeans with unabashed desire. My breathing labored and my cum began to boil despite my intense reservations. All of a sudden, I began to panic. My wife had never been on the pill because I'd had a vasectomy years before we'd met, and I wondered where exactly she was in her cycle while being fucked bareback and talking about taking this guy’s nigger cum in her.
He pounded deep but slow, ramming every inch of his huge cock into my wife's pussy as he held her hair and ass tight. She grunted loudly with each thrust and her body quivered.
"Beg for it Joyce," he said loudly. His deep voice echoed off the cold concrete walls and rang inside my head. “I want to hear you beg for it!”
"Please, give it to me Nate" she moaned. Her voice trembled and dripped with unquenchable thirst. "Please give me that nigger cum. Shoot it inside me, fill me up with it like you used to do. Please Nate." Her painted red nails dug hard into her doughy tits, and she twisted her taut nipples as she breathed deep and steady.
"Tell me what you are Joyce," he said confidently. He had a strong presence and a deep commanding tone that resonated inside of me.
My hands were shaking, and my balls tightened.
"I'm a black cock slut Nate," my wife groaned. "I was your black cock slut before, and that’s all I want to be again. I want to be your black cock slut, that’s what I am, Nate. You know that and that’s what I'll always be…. Your black cock slut but no one else’s! I love taking that nigger seed in my hot pussy…I missed it so much…I need it Nate. Please give it to me!" Her eyes closed and she slumped forward in total submission. Her legs trembled and his pace quickened.
His body slapped hard into hers and his breathing deepened. "Okay Joyce, here it comes Baby," he hissed. "There's no turning back now." He released her hair and grabbed her hips. He buried his cock balls deep and grunted. “Take all that nigger cum in that married white pussy!” he said.
Joyce’s body shook and I heard her voice say "Oh fuck yes Nate, I feel it shooting in me, coating my insides…I love it. Oh gawd, I love that nigger cum in me Baby and I want lots more of that nigger cum in me, I want lots of it from now on. Please Nate, say you’ll give me that nigger cum all the time, Baby" my wife moaned wantonly. Her face beamed and her eyes fluttered about.
I passed the point of no return and my cock erupted into my pants. I clenched my teeth to silence my moans and emptied my balls pumping an epic load which soaked through my boxer briefs and my jeans. My head was spinning, and I felt dirty, disgusting and humiliated in the aftermath of my orgasm.
My wife let his spent cock slip from her gaping fertile womb, and she turned to face him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him down do her. Their lips met in a warm, wet kiss and she cooed softly.
"Thank you, Nate, oh thank you Baby," my wife said quietly. "I'm so glad I ran into you tonight."
"Yes Joyce, that certainly was fortuitous," he said as he tucked her big tits into her dress and smoothed it over her hips making her appearance presentable before he stuffed his big flaccid cock into his suit pants.
"I love you Nate," she sighed. "I always have. The biggest mistake I ever made was letting my parent's racism affect who I married and make me abort our baby. I could have married you and we could have lots of black babies by now, lots and lots of black babies because I would have made you keep me filled with that nigger cum all the time. I would have been so proud for everyone to know that I was your black cock slut Nate, so proud! I’m just so thankful that my husband didn’t show up early for our date night tonight or I may never have run into you." She giggled and kissed him again and again.
A tear formed in my eye, and I ducked out of sight. My mind was reeling, and I slipped away without notice as I fought to reconcile what I'd seen and heard. My wife had professed her love for another man, and I felt devastated. She also said that she and that man had fucked plenty of times before, and that she had gotten pregnant with his baby and her parents wouldn’t let her marry him and made her get an abortion or she would have had lots of black babies with this man.
I’d always felt I had a strong connection to her and that she was my soulmate, and only my soulmate, but I realized then that I was wrong and that I likely was never hers. I drove to our hotel in silence with my head spinning. I didn't want to lose her, but from what I saw and heard, I didn't think I had a choice. I heard her tell him that she loved him and that she wanted his nigger cum in her all the time, so where did that leave me? I was a total mess when I went back to the hotel room. I broke down and cried and cried until I didn’t think I had any more tears to shed. It was at least two hours later that the door to our hotel room opened and my wife sauntered in with a wide, satisfied smile on her face. She looked gorgeous. She looked radiant and she had a glow about her that I had never seen before. As I looked at her, nothing that I'd seen and heard earlier didn't change my feelings about that. I'd spent the previous two hours crying and wrestling with my thoughts and all I'd figured out was that I didn't want to lose her and that I would do whatever it took to save my marriage.
"Well Barry, did you enjoy the show," she said lifting her tight dress over her head and ******** her bare nakedness to my wide, eager eyes. She didn’t have her bra or panties on so I could see her entire body.
” I saw you watching the whole thing, Nate and I at the bar, us dancing, and I saw you in the parking garage, so I know that you saw everything.
"I…I… yes I did Joyce," I replied sheepishly. My cheeks warmed and my heart started to race anew. I could see that she had bite marks and bruises on her big its and her labia looked raw and red, and it was still wet, and juices were leaking from her. She reeked of sex, a mix of sperm and pussy odor permeated the room, and my nostrils started to flare.
"I knew that you would like it," my wife giggled as she looked hard into my eyes. Her beautiful yellow green eyes had been the very first thing that I'd noticed about her the night that we met, even before her bodacious body and before her tight "Clowns are Scary" tee shirt.
"Do you want to fuck me now Barry?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question. She knew my answer. She had known the answer before she ever asked the question. She'd known it before she had walked through the door to our room and she had likely known it before she fucked him. She'd always known me better than I knew myself.
"Yes Joyce. please, but I know that I can never compare myself to him" I replied, welcoming her into my arms as she guided me onto the big king sized bed. She pressed her supple lips against me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I knew that I was tasting his cum and could smell his odor still on her, but I didn't care.
My dick throbbed and I moved to guide it to the warm frothy mouth of her well fucked pussy. My hips rose from the bed and my dick brushed against her cunt lips, but she just giggled and pulled back.
"Oh no, not yet Barry" she sighed. "There's something you definitely need to do first to show me you understand and accept the things that happened tonight."
I knew what she wanted, and my stomach started to churn. Shortly after we were married, she began insisting that I go down on her after we fucked and at first, I hated it and found it repulsive, but I knew that she liked it so I'd learned to deal with it and truthfully, over time I'd started to like it and enjoy the taste.
"Okay Joyce, I’ll do it" I said submissively. I always seemed to gravitate more towards the submissive end of the spectrum, and she knew I would do anything to please her.
"Enjoy the taste, cause there’s a lot in there for you," she said in a low breathy tone. She pushed me down on my back and swung her legs over my body and moved up until her pussy was directly over my face and then she lowered her still randy cunt onto my lips. My stomach wretched, not from the smell or taste but from the knowledge that I was licking another man's cum, a black man’s cum from my wife's pussy. I wasn't gay or bisexual. I had no desire to touch a dick or taste another man's cum, but I wanted, as always, to do anything and everything to please my wife.
My mouth opened wide, and my tongue sank into her creamy depths and I felt the thick juices begin to run out. It was a lot thicker, and it tasted saltier and tangier than when I ate my own cum, but it was an oddly pleasant flavor and I started to get into it. I heard her moan and felt her hips begin to undulate on my mouth and large amounts of their combined juices drained into my eager mouth. My tongue flicked across her clit and her legs began to shake.
"That’s it Barry, that’s it, suck it Piggy," she hissed firmly. She had begun calling me her little Piggy when she first began making me eat it. She seemed to get off on humiliating me as much as I craved being humiliated and sometimes our games spilled from the bedroom into the real world. Like the time recently when she put a dog collar around my neck and took me to a sex shop in the city where she had me pick out a strap on for her to fuck me with... she'd only pegged me a few times since then, but we had both liked it a lot.
My excitement built quickly, and my little dick throbbed and twitched. The rough surface of my tongue worked her hard clit and her body writhed over me as she came for that first time. Her juices and his, significant cum load soaked my face and she moved forward while straddling my head, getting her hypersensitive clit away from my insistent tongue as her climax ebbed.
She reached back and pulled her big, soft and dimpled ass cheeks apart before shifting her position and letting me lap at her sensitive sphincter. She loved it when I licked her asshole, and I loved doing it. I pushed my tongue inside her ass, and she ground it onto my face. Her fat ass made it difficult to breathe but I liked that too.
I gasped for air and licked my lips when she finally climbed off my soiled face. Cum and her juices coated my flesh and soaked my hair. My head was spinning, and I licked my lips savoring their taste.
She slid down my body, rubbing her soaking wet pussy on my smooth shaved flesh and leaving a snail track on my body. When my dick rubbed against her, her warm cunt lips parted, and my little dick slipped effortlessly inside her recently stretched wide open and well fucked pussy. Knowing that I was getting sloppy seconds or maybe even thirds, made my excitement spiral as I struggled to feel anything. She was so stretched that I could barely feel the sides of her cunt and her ass bounced hard on me and she clutched at her big, bruised titties.
"Cum for me Piggy, I want you to shoot that watery little load of cum in me" she said as she slammed her big, curvaceous body onto my little dick and rubbed her needy clit. Her pretty eyes rolled back, and her body quivered. Oh, fuck yes," she groaned as she came hard. Her pussy, even though it was stretched wide, clutched at my little dickie, milking it until I exploded inside of her. It was an intense and powerful climax and it felt like the head of my dick had shot off while every drop of cum had emptied from my balls.
She collapsed on top of me with my spent dick still inside of her sated womb. She kissed me tenderly and looked deep into my sad blue eyes. “What’s wrong Barry?” She asked.
"I…um….I….well, did…um….did you really mean what I heard you tell him Joyce? The, um, the part about loving him?" I asked tentatively. I didn't really want to hear the answer, but I knew that I had to know where I stood.
"You mean do I love him, Barry? Is that what you’re asking?"
"Yes," I said as my breath caught in my chest.
"I’m not sure. I really did love him with all my heart, but that was a long time ago," she said softly. “He was the first man I ever had sex with, and I was only 15 when it started. We dated in secret for two years after that and he taught me all that I know about sex and that cock of his, well, it was and still is so wonderful. When I was 17 and in 11th grade, I got pregnant with his black baby, but you’ve met my parents. They are racists and they went nuts. They insisted I get an abortion and we moved here so I could start in a new school and get away from Nate and my *** told him that if he ever came near me again, he would send the Klu Klux Klan to kill him, and his entire ****** and my *** was active in the Klan back then and he might have done it and Nate knew it too so that was that. I got the abortion, and we moved here, and I finished school and went on to college. I didn’t date anyone for several years and then only a few men before I met you and the rest is history. I didn’t think that I’d ever see Nate again but when he walked in that restaurant tonight, I immediately recognized him, and he recognized me, and as soon as I saw him, I knew that I had to have his cock again. The truth is that if you hadn’t been late and showed up on time, and he would have walked in, it wouldn’t have mattered that you were there. I would have told you to leave, and nothing could have stopped me from having Nate’s cock and nigger cum in me again. I’m sorry to have to tell you all of this Barry but it’s all true. I told you I’m not sure if I love Nate, but I am sure that I love you, and that’s what makes all of this so complicated. Nate’s married and has children and doesn’t want to leave his wife, but on the way back here he told me that he wanted to keep on seeing me and I agreed.
"So where exactly does that leave us Joyce?" I asked nervously.
"I guess that’s ultimately going to be up to you Barry. We could be in the same place we've always been if you’re okay with me continuing to see Nate too," my wife replied. She kissed me again and squeezed my hand. "He doesn’t want to leave his wife and ******, but he says he still loves me, especially the sex with me and I love that too, but I told him that I love you and want both of you in my life, but I guess what happens next depends on you. Nate lives halfway between here and our little town and travels a lot for business. It will be easy for him to come to me or for me to come to him so he can fuck me as often as he can arrange, which he said will probably be two or three times a week, maybe more some weeks. You have to understand Barry that Nate was my first so he will get first dibs on whenever he can meet and fuck me, otherwise our marriage will be unchanged. Can you handle that?"
I inhaled deeply and looked at her radiant face and gorgeous eyes. My arms wrapped around her thick waist and I squeezed her tight. Our lips met in a deep wet kiss and our tongues entwined.
"I can but what about the risk of pregnancy Joyce?" I saw him fucking you bareback and that was okay for me because I’ve been snipped. Will you make him wear a condom if I agree?
Oh Barry, you bring up a good point, but I have to tell you that Nate cannot wear condoms, he never could because he has a latex allergy so I already know the answer to that” she said.
“Well then you would have to go on the pill” Barry told her.
Barry was shocked at her response. “Look Barry, it sounds to me like you’re trying to put conditions on what I want and you’re trying to find ways to make this situation with Nate not work out and if that’s it, then that tells me that you don’t really want this to work, so I’m sorry Barry, but even though I love you, if you make me pick between you and Nate’s big black cock and all the pleasure I get from it, then I will have to leave you and be available to him whenever he wants!”
I was shocked and tried to think of something to say and just started throwing things out there. “Look Joyce, please don’t do that. You know that I love you and want you to be happy more than anything in the world. Of course, you can get together with Nate as often as you like, but I’m just concerned that if you continue to let him fuck you bareback, that you’ll end up getting pregnant with his black baby again. You even said that your parents are racists and they made you abort Nate’s baby before, and what do you think they would do if you became pregnant again?
“I’ve already thought about that Barry and you’re right that it is very likely to happen because I love the feeling of Nate’s nigger cum inside me and there’s a side of me that feels that maybe I owe him a baby since I let my parents convince me to abort his baby that first time. And if, no it will be when, I end up pregnant with his baby, then we’ll just tell my parents it’s your baby growing inside of me, and they won’t find out the baby is black until the baby is born and there will be nothing they can do about it then. Sure, they’ll likely disown me, but who cares, we don’t need anything from them. And I know you Barry and I know that you could never hold something like that against a baby and that I can count on you to raise Nate’s black baby just like it was your own. That’s just one of the many things I love about you Barry, but I also know it’s up to you. If I’m wrong and you can’t live with that, then I’ll leave, but you should be aware that I will be having Nate’s black babies anyway, and I’ll just have to figure out how to raise them without you!
But Joyce, you just said “babies” not just one baby. Does that mean you intend to let Nate knock you up multiple times?” Barry asked.
“I don’t know Barry; I really don’t know. I know he was married to his first wife for almost five years and she had three of his children and he’s been married to his second wife for a little over six years and he’s gotten her pregnant five times in those six years so I think we both know how potent his semen must be and I know that I love taking Nate’s big black cock and cum inside of me and have no intention of stopping after delivering one baby, so yes, it’s likely that I may get pregnant with more of his black babies over time. I’ve always wanted a big ****** and we both know that all you can shoot is blanks since you got snipped, so you will never be able to give me what I really want. I guess that means if you stay, then yes, there’s a good, no, there’s a very good possibility or certainty that you’ll end up raising several black babies, but I also know how much you love my pussy and how much you’re going to enjoy eating all that nigger cum out of me and who knows, maybe if you do a good enough job and get it all out, I won’t get pregnant, and besides that, I don’t think you’ll mind sticking that little dick of yours in my well fucked pussy whenever you like. That’s right Barry, if you stay and agree to me continuing to meet with Nate and let him fuck me, my black cock slut pussy will be available for you any time you want to lick it and fuck it and I think, no I know that you will love that, just like I know that you still do love me. So, what do you say Barry, are you okay with me getting together with Nate a couple of times a week to give him this married white pussy to use as his cum dump? That’s what he said I’d be Barry, a black man’s cum dump, well really his cum dump, but I kind of like that title.
Like many people who dabble it fetish lifestyles I knew of the cuckold/hotwife dynamic for quite some time, but I'd never truthfully pictured myself as a cuckolded husband but after watching Joyce with Nate and the wild uninhibited sex they had and then the fun she and I had afterwards, how could I resist, so of course I told her that I was more than willing to give it a try.
"Good," she giggled. "I plan to get together with him every day he can get away and I also plan to get together with him as soon as he’s off work, until we leave on Thursday. I intend to take advantage of getting all the big black cock and nigger cum I can until then, and who knows, Nate might even knock me up during that time, but don’t you worry because I promise I will be bringing this well fucked pussy home to you every night so you can try to get every drop of his potent cum out of me before his sperm hook up with my eggs!"
Hearing that, my little dick shot out a load on the bed without it even being touched. I rolled towards her and spooned up behind her as she turned off the lights. My head was filled with the erotic images of my wife fucking and sucking her big black lover and my tongue cleaning her up afterwards, knowing that I was eating a black man’s sperm out of her, and I felt my little dick stir and she did too.
"I’m glad you’re excited Barry but you'll have to wait until my pussy is full of nigger cum again” she said. "But don’t you worry about that, I plan on it being filled to the brim for you all the time we’re here and who knows, maybe I can convince Nate to let you watch and clean up afterwards. But I do mean cleaning up both of us Barry! Truth is that I’ve always wanted to see you with another man’s cock in your mouth and I bet Nate would love to be the one to teach you how to suck one since he’s the one that taught me to suck cock at age 15 and you have always said I’m a great cocksucker, and who knows, maybe you can be one too! All of that will come, I’m sure but right now I’d just like to go to sleep because I'm exhausted."
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My wife and I liked to play games, with her going to a bar and getting hit on by other men while I watch and then when she has them all worked up thinking they’re going to get lucky I move in and she introduces me as her husband and the men usually bug off pretty quickly. By then, both of us are usually pretty worked up and excited and we go back to our house and have hot and steamy sex while talking about and imagining what it might have been like for her to actually leave with the men that were hitting on her and what they would do.
I had a series of business meetings in a town about 15 miles from our home and I told my wife I got a hotel room to stay in town instead of driving back and forth every day and asked her if she wanted to come along? The hotel had a pool, a spa, and sauna which she loves and quickly agreed, "Besides, it might be a great opportunity for us to play our little bar game," she liked that idea as well since it always ended with hot sex.
The first day of my conference, I told her that after my meetings were over for the day that I would meet her at the bar of a nice restaurant that we had discovered the first night we checked in. She quickly agreed and as planned I headed to the restaurant after my meetings were over for the day, however, I got there later than we had planned due to a lot of traffic and an accident on the highway. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal, but little did I know the impact that my delay would have on our lives.
I got to the restaurant a little over a half hour after I was supposed to and when I entered the cocktail lounge, I scanned the room for my wife and found her sitting at the other end of the bar beside a well-dressed rather large black gentleman. He appeared to be about our age, mid to late thirties, taller than me by maybe three or four inches, and he was significantly heavier than me with a thick neck, broad shoulders, and very dark nearly coal black skin.
My 37-year-old wife always had a thing for muscular well-built men, and I realized right away that I might be in trouble if he had been white, but I knew that my wife’s parents were definitely racists and I just assumed that my wife must be too. She'd been raised north of Detroit and her parents, and everyone that I'd met from the small rural town she'd grown up in, were definitely racists too. On a few occasions when I kidded about the way she would be looking at a big strong handsome black man, she insisted that she wasn’t attracted to black men and she even sometimes used racial slurs when with her parents and they all seemed to have a good laugh when she did it, so I was a little surprised to see her playing “our game” with a black man that night.
I took an empty seat a few spots away from her and ordered a beer. She and I had arrived separately as we usually always did when we were role playing for our game, one that we both enjoyed. The game went like this. She would arrive at a bar without me and chat it up with other men that might be at the bar and then I would come in and pick her up before things got too out of hand. I usually tried to show up twenty minutes after her and that was the plan tonight but there had been an accident on I-94 and my arrival had been delayed by almost an hour.
The bartender returned with my beer and handed me a menu. He took my credit card to start a tab and left while I tried to make eye contact with my wife in the mirror behind the bar, but I could see that she and the black man beside her were deeply engrossed in conversation. Eventually she acknowledged my presence with a discrete smile and a subtle nod, but I couldn’t help noticing that she quickly turned her attention back to the black man. It was a strange greeting and I wondered if she was upset because I was so late and the fact that I hadn't called, or text messaged her because I feared it might ruin our ruse.
I quickly finished my beer and ordered a second as well as a plate of wings and a shot of bourbon. I could tell by the look in my wife's pretty face that she had a bit of a buzz on already. The well-dressed black man seemed to have my wife's undivided attention and he was also very touchy feely which somewhat unnerved me but given what I felt were her racial views, I was sure I was just imagining what I felt was a special chemistry between them. I saw his hand brush against my wife's and noticed that she smiled brightly and laughed as he held her gaze. I was used to her getting hit on because it happened a lot. She always dressed sexy when she went out, with tight, low-cut dresses that accentuated the generous curve of her somewhat fat ass and natural 38C breasts. Her flirtatious, bubbly and outgoing personality was at times the bane of my existence and she loved to flirt with good looking men to try to make me jealous, but when she flashed her big diamond ring at her admirers, that usually sent them on their way when they felt like they no longer had a chance at getting into her panties.
This time however, my wife had locked her ring in our hotel room safe as part of our role playing but even if she'd had it, from the looks of things, I doubt she'd have sent him packing. It was evident from her body language that she was enjoying his company even though he was black. I couldn't hear most of what they were saying over the loud music in the club, though some words and phrases did make it through.
"You're so bad," my wife laughed and giggled in response to something he had said. Her bottom lip curled into her mouth, and she chewed nervously on it as she teased and twirled several strands of her blond hair in her right hand. Her cheeks looked pink and flushed and she gazed at him with a troubling glimmer in her dazzling green eyes.
I slugged the shot of bourbon and killed my beer before ordering another of both. I'd had a few beers on the golf course and the two beers and a shot I'd imbibed at the bar in just 30 minutes had given me a buzz. I was surprised that I didn't feel more jealous or upset watching my wife flirt with another man while completely ignoring me, but I wasn't a particularly jealous person. Instead, the truth was that I was oddly excited by it, and I watched them with wide eyed interest as I ate my wings.
His fingers brushed the back of my wife's hand and then traveled slowly up her forearm. I could see goosebumps on her ******* flesh and my pulse quickened. I felt a familiar tingling between my legs, and I felt my dick growing in my jeans.
My wife and I had sometimes joked about having a threesome, but we were at odds with what gender the third party should be. Like most men I wanted two women while she, being very straight, preferred a two guy minagawa and we both had agreed that it was probably best to just fantasize rather than risk our marriage on a night of passion.
"Let's dance Joyce," I heard the black man say as he rose to his feet. He was taller than I'd thought, and I laughed at the 15-inch difference between my curvaceous 5'2" wife and his hulking 6'6" frame. There weren't a lot of men who made me, at nearly 6' tall, feel small but he was certainly one of them. He was built like an NFL Lineman, and he had arms like my legs and his legs were like tree trunks.
"Sure, that’s a great idea," I heard my wife say eagerly. She had always loved to dance. She and I had met at a dance club when I was still technically married to my first wife, and she was still dating her ex-boyfriend. She'd been a grad student at the time, and I was a engineer working for one of the big three. My first marriage had been in the toilet for years and I had moved out a month earlier, but I hadn't yet started dating.
I watched as the black man led her onto the crowded dance floor and I watched them for a moment over my shoulder before paying my bill and heading to the bathroom to break the seal. I furtively eyed him as I walked past but I avoided eye contact with my sexy, full-bodied wife. She'd been thick and curvy when we met, and she'd gained several more well placed pounds since we'd gotten married giving her an accentuated shape that I adored. I couldn’t miss the fact that the black man rested his ebony hands on my wife’s wide hips as they danced to the heavy bass of the trendy dance music. I'd spent most of my childhood in New England before going to college in Michigan and I had been surprised at how trendy the Motor City was when I arrived. New music and fashion trends hit Detroit long before they reached the conservative shores of Massachusetts where I'd grown up.
I walked out of the restroom and scanned the dance floor. It was easy to spot my wife's giant dance partner because his head was above the crowd. They had moved from the well-lit front of the floor to a dark corner where their actions were somewhat hidden from most people’s eyes, but I found a seat with a clear view of them and sat down.
I watched as the black man’s hands moved up and down my pretty wife's curves as they gyrated to the beat. They turned slowly as if on a turntable giving me an even clearer view of their raw sensual dance moves and my eyes widened. My wife's big taut nipples were now clearly visible through her tight red dress. Her hands mimicked his and roamed over his strong muscular body as her hips and ass swayed and thrust to the pounding bass. They both had rhythm, something I definitely lacked, and they danced very well together.
He spun my wife around, so her ass was against his crotch and his hands moved up her body to her big beautiful breasts. Her eyes were half closed and her fat, juicy ass ground subtly against him. I felt my first pang of jealousy as I saw his black hands pawing at my wife's big tits. I was getting upset and wanted to march onto the dance floor and end her charade, but I didn't. The truth was that I couldn't. My legs were heavy and unwilling to move my dick was stiff, keeping me planted in my seat.
"Can I get you a drink?" A pretty young waitress asked me over the loud music. Her presence startled me, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from my wife and her new friend. My cheeks were warm and flushed and I needed to calm myself down.
"Yeah, a beer and a bourbon, neat," I replied quickly. I felt beads of sweat run down from my forehead and my mouth was parched. My eyes were drawn to the waitress's slender but firm young ass. Her cheeks were encased in the tight black yoga pants, like the rest of the female staff, and I watched her ass sway gently when she walked away before turning my attention back to my sexy wife and her big hulking black friend.
My wife was facing him again. Her neck craned back, and she looked up into his eyes as she shamelessly ground her wide body against his. Her small hands clutched at his back as his big paws openly kneaded her fleshy ass and my fists began to clench to the point where they started to ache.
They continued to dance and grope while I secretly watched. My heart was racing as if I'd just finished a marathon and my eyes were wide and unblinking. I couldn't believe what I was seeing but I couldn't look away. I was acutely aware of my rigid cock straining and throbbing against the zipper of my jeans and I gasped when I saw the black man bend down and press his lips against hers.
"Here you go," the waitress said, again snapping me from my haze. She placed the two drinks on the small round table in front of me and I handed her a twenty.
"Keep it," I croaked. I was glad that the table hid my obvious erection, and I quickly downed the shot before looking back at my wife.
Her back was pressed against the wall of the club and her legs were about shoulder width apart. Her already short skirt was hiked up almost to the point of obscenity and her open mouth was mashed tightly against his. Her fingers raked down his back and his big leg was between hers. I could see that she was rubbing her panty clad pussy against his muscular thigh as I watched in a daze. It was surreal, like a dream, someplace between a nightmare and a fantasy. I had on a few occasions wondered what it would be like to watch my wife with another man, but I'd never expected it to happen and never ever with a black man, and watching it happen was unbelievable.
My hand brushed across my turgid manhood, and I bit my lip to stifle a low moan. My dick was as hard as it had ever been in my life, and I discretely rubbed it as I watched my wife make out with a man, she'd just met a few hours before.
They kissed and groped for what seemed like an eternity. My wife was clearly worked up and turned on as she rubbed her body against him like a bitch in heat. Her hands moved down between them, and I saw her smile get bigger when I saw her grab and squeeze his dick through the Italian silk of his suit pants. I saw him smile and lean in and whisper something in her ear and I saw her shake her head affirmatively and then they walked briskly back to the bar as I sat paralyzed by my hard pulsating dick.
I saw the black man drop several big bills on the bar and then lead my wife past me and towards the door. Her pretty eyes met mine for a fleeting moment and a lump formed in my chest. She definitely had a distant, far away expression on her face, and then they were gone.
I adjusted my fast-wilting dick and followed them out of the club onto the city street. They were about 100 feet to my left and I matched their pace, keeping them in sight but out of earshot.
They turned down an alley and they were just entering a parking garage when I made the turn into the alley. My pace quickened and I trotted quickly to the door. I saw them arrive at his car, a late model BMW SUV, and I crept silently closer while staying low and out of sight.
I heard a sound and then realized that it was the sound of his zipper going down and it echoed in the mostly empty garage. As I strained to look, I saw the back of his head over his car and noticed that his eyes were closed. I ducked behind a car and peered towards them, and I saw my wife stoop in front of him. Her mouth was agape, and his cock jutted from the fly of his pants. I could see from where I was that he certainly had a very big impressive cock with a thick brown shaft and a bulbous pinkish tip. It looked huge and I knew that it had to be at least ten or more inches, certainly a lot bigger than my maybe 5 inches and that was only when it was hard.
I could see that my wife’s eyes fluttered with excitement as she kissed her way up and down his shaft. She had always been a talented and enthusiastic cock sucker. She had, in fact given me the best blow job of my life the night we met, and two weeks later I'd put in for a transfer to a job location closer to Lansing. We'd since moved across the state and didn't make it back east more than once every two months or so.
She dragged her tongue along his shaft and then slid her open mouth from the fat, circumcised head to his big balls as he moaned softly and opened her mouth and eased her lips down his shaft. Her pale, white hands gripped the base of his prodigious cock, and she stroked him methodically as her head bobbed in time with her hands. I moved behind a car that was closer and heard his voice say “Oh fuck Joyce," he gasped in a deep baritone. "You always did really suck a mean dick." He placed his hands on the sides of my wife's head and guided her movements, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke.
My wife choked and gagged when his cock touched the back of her throat. She gasped for air, and he released his grasp and even though she moved back and let his cock fall from her lips, I could see that she was looking up at him with a ravenous hunger in her eyes. Her mascara was smeared, and tears streamed down her pretty round cheeks. Saliva dripped from her chin and her bountiful breasts heaved as she breathed deep and heavy.
"I need you to fuck me, I need that big black cock in me" my beautiful wife said breathlessly. She rose to her feet and kissed him hard. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and she stroked his big black dick. I'd been kissed like that by her countless times. Her kisses were even better than her blow jobs. She put everything into them, and I felt like I'd just been kicked in the gut as I watched them make out like a pair of randy teenagers.
He pushed the top of her dress down and pulled out her big, heavy tits. His dark skin contrasted with her alabaster breasts, and he squeezed her nipples hard making her yelp and squeal in pleasure and pain.
He turned my wife around, and she grabbed hold of the back bumper of his car. My eyes widened as I realized that he was bareback, but my wife played no attention and just pushed her juicy ass back at him, sinking his cock balls deep without hesitation.
"Oh, fuck yes," she hissed loudly. Her eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss danced on her full lips. He started to thrust, and my wife panted wantonly. Her body pushed back to meet his powerful thrusts. "That black cock feels so good…I can't believe I'm actually doing this."
The black man said nothing. His hands gripped my wife's wide hips, and he fucked her hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side like a fish out of water and her body quivered and quaked as she was having orgasm after orgasm. I'd seen her cum hundreds of times, but I never thought I would see her cum this many times at the hands of another man, much less a black man who she hardly knew.
My wife slumped forward and continued to pant and moan. "Why am I doing this?" I heard her say. She cried out. "Why do I like this so much." Her tremulous voice betrayed the depths of her excitement, and her body shook from another series of hard climaxes.
He still said nothing. He pounded my beautiful wife relentlessly. The loud sound of his hips and cum filled balls slapping against her big round ass echoed in the garage and drowning out her urgent please to fuck her harder. Finally, I heard him say "You love this big black cock don't you Joyce?" He boomed. He slowed his pace and grabbed her long hair, lacing the fingers of his right hand into her reddish locks, as he squeezed her fat ass with his left.
"Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "I love your big black cock." Her eyes opened and she looked back at him wistfully. Her body writhed sensuously, and she clutched at her huge tits.
"You always loved this black cock, didn’t you Joyce," he said playfully.
"Mmm hmmm, oh yes…yes" my wife responded.
My head cocked to one side, and I replayed his question and her reply in my head. I always thought of my wife and her ****** as pretty strong racists, and I'd been shocked to even see her sitting at a bar talking to a black guy but suddenly my world had been turned upside down. I thought back to the bar and I realized that their interactions had been far too familiar and intimate for strangers who'd just met. And then I remembered him saying “you always did suck a mean dick Joyce” and I knew this was no stranger. His fingers were running up her forearm now and she was gazing into his dark eyes and seemed to hang on his every word.
"I know what else you love Joyce," he said softly. His hips jerked hard and deep, feeding every inch of his big cock into her, and I saw her face contort.
"Ummmmm yes, you know me so well Nate," my wife replied in a low raspy tone. She closed her eyes and savored his deep thrusts. "You always knew what I needed, and you always gave it to me. Give it to me now Nate, please Baby. Give me that hot black nigger seed. I need it. It's been way too long since I’ve felt that nigger cum deep inside of me!"
At that moment, hearing that, I had a deep feeling of fear and dread. A foreboding pit formed in my belly, but I continued to rub my hard dick through my jeans with unabashed desire. My breathing labored and my cum began to boil despite my intense reservations. All of a sudden, I began to panic. My wife had never been on the pill because I'd had a vasectomy years before we'd met, and I wondered where exactly she was in her cycle while being fucked bareback and talking about taking this guy’s nigger cum in her.
He pounded deep but slow, ramming every inch of his huge cock into my wife's pussy as he held her hair and ass tight. She grunted loudly with each thrust and her body quivered.
"Beg for it Joyce," he said loudly. His deep voice echoed off the cold concrete walls and rang inside my head. “I want to hear you beg for it!”
"Please, give it to me Nate" she moaned. Her voice trembled and dripped with unquenchable thirst. "Please give me that nigger cum. Shoot it inside me, fill me up with it like you used to do. Please Nate." Her painted red nails dug hard into her doughy tits, and she twisted her taut nipples as she breathed deep and steady.
"Tell me what you are Joyce," he said confidently. He had a strong presence and a deep commanding tone that resonated inside of me.
My hands were shaking, and my balls tightened.
"I'm a black cock slut Nate," my wife groaned. "I was your black cock slut before, and that’s all I want to be again. I want to be your black cock slut, that’s what I am, Nate. You know that and that’s what I'll always be…. Your black cock slut but no one else’s! I love taking that nigger seed in my hot pussy…I missed it so much…I need it Nate. Please give it to me!" Her eyes closed and she slumped forward in total submission. Her legs trembled and his pace quickened.
His body slapped hard into hers and his breathing deepened. "Okay Joyce, here it comes Baby," he hissed. "There's no turning back now." He released her hair and grabbed her hips. He buried his cock balls deep and grunted. “Take all that nigger cum in that married white pussy!” he said.
Joyce’s body shook and I heard her voice say "Oh fuck yes Nate, I feel it shooting in me, coating my insides…I love it. Oh gawd, I love that nigger cum in me Baby and I want lots more of that nigger cum in me, I want lots of it from now on. Please Nate, say you’ll give me that nigger cum all the time, Baby" my wife moaned wantonly. Her face beamed and her eyes fluttered about.
I passed the point of no return and my cock erupted into my pants. I clenched my teeth to silence my moans and emptied my balls pumping an epic load which soaked through my boxer briefs and my jeans. My head was spinning, and I felt dirty, disgusting and humiliated in the aftermath of my orgasm.
My wife let his spent cock slip from her gaping fertile womb, and she turned to face him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him down do her. Their lips met in a warm, wet kiss and she cooed softly.
"Thank you, Nate, oh thank you Baby," my wife said quietly. "I'm so glad I ran into you tonight."
"Yes Joyce, that certainly was fortuitous," he said as he tucked her big tits into her dress and smoothed it over her hips making her appearance presentable before he stuffed his big flaccid cock into his suit pants.
"I love you Nate," she sighed. "I always have. The biggest mistake I ever made was letting my parent's racism affect who I married and make me abort our baby. I could have married you and we could have lots of black babies by now, lots and lots of black babies because I would have made you keep me filled with that nigger cum all the time. I would have been so proud for everyone to know that I was your black cock slut Nate, so proud! I’m just so thankful that my husband didn’t show up early for our date night tonight or I may never have run into you." She giggled and kissed him again and again.
A tear formed in my eye, and I ducked out of sight. My mind was reeling, and I slipped away without notice as I fought to reconcile what I'd seen and heard. My wife had professed her love for another man, and I felt devastated. She also said that she and that man had fucked plenty of times before, and that she had gotten pregnant with his baby and her parents wouldn’t let her marry him and made her get an abortion or she would have had lots of black babies with this man.
I’d always felt I had a strong connection to her and that she was my soulmate, and only my soulmate, but I realized then that I was wrong and that I likely was never hers. I drove to our hotel in silence with my head spinning. I didn't want to lose her, but from what I saw and heard, I didn't think I had a choice. I heard her tell him that she loved him and that she wanted his nigger cum in her all the time, so where did that leave me? I was a total mess when I went back to the hotel room. I broke down and cried and cried until I didn’t think I had any more tears to shed. It was at least two hours later that the door to our hotel room opened and my wife sauntered in with a wide, satisfied smile on her face. She looked gorgeous. She looked radiant and she had a glow about her that I had never seen before. As I looked at her, nothing that I'd seen and heard earlier didn't change my feelings about that. I'd spent the previous two hours crying and wrestling with my thoughts and all I'd figured out was that I didn't want to lose her and that I would do whatever it took to save my marriage.
"Well Barry, did you enjoy the show," she said lifting her tight dress over her head and ******** her bare nakedness to my wide, eager eyes. She didn’t have her bra or panties on so I could see her entire body.
” I saw you watching the whole thing, Nate and I at the bar, us dancing, and I saw you in the parking garage, so I know that you saw everything.
"I…I… yes I did Joyce," I replied sheepishly. My cheeks warmed and my heart started to race anew. I could see that she had bite marks and bruises on her big its and her labia looked raw and red, and it was still wet, and juices were leaking from her. She reeked of sex, a mix of sperm and pussy odor permeated the room, and my nostrils started to flare.
"I knew that you would like it," my wife giggled as she looked hard into my eyes. Her beautiful yellow green eyes had been the very first thing that I'd noticed about her the night that we met, even before her bodacious body and before her tight "Clowns are Scary" tee shirt.
"Do you want to fuck me now Barry?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question. She knew my answer. She had known the answer before she ever asked the question. She'd known it before she had walked through the door to our room and she had likely known it before she fucked him. She'd always known me better than I knew myself.
"Yes Joyce. please, but I know that I can never compare myself to him" I replied, welcoming her into my arms as she guided me onto the big king sized bed. She pressed her supple lips against me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I knew that I was tasting his cum and could smell his odor still on her, but I didn't care.
My dick throbbed and I moved to guide it to the warm frothy mouth of her well fucked pussy. My hips rose from the bed and my dick brushed against her cunt lips, but she just giggled and pulled back.
"Oh no, not yet Barry" she sighed. "There's something you definitely need to do first to show me you understand and accept the things that happened tonight."
I knew what she wanted, and my stomach started to churn. Shortly after we were married, she began insisting that I go down on her after we fucked and at first, I hated it and found it repulsive, but I knew that she liked it so I'd learned to deal with it and truthfully, over time I'd started to like it and enjoy the taste.
"Okay Joyce, I’ll do it" I said submissively. I always seemed to gravitate more towards the submissive end of the spectrum, and she knew I would do anything to please her.
"Enjoy the taste, cause there’s a lot in there for you," she said in a low breathy tone. She pushed me down on my back and swung her legs over my body and moved up until her pussy was directly over my face and then she lowered her still randy cunt onto my lips. My stomach wretched, not from the smell or taste but from the knowledge that I was licking another man's cum, a black man’s cum from my wife's pussy. I wasn't gay or bisexual. I had no desire to touch a dick or taste another man's cum, but I wanted, as always, to do anything and everything to please my wife.
My mouth opened wide, and my tongue sank into her creamy depths and I felt the thick juices begin to run out. It was a lot thicker, and it tasted saltier and tangier than when I ate my own cum, but it was an oddly pleasant flavor and I started to get into it. I heard her moan and felt her hips begin to undulate on my mouth and large amounts of their combined juices drained into my eager mouth. My tongue flicked across her clit and her legs began to shake.
"That’s it Barry, that’s it, suck it Piggy," she hissed firmly. She had begun calling me her little Piggy when she first began making me eat it. She seemed to get off on humiliating me as much as I craved being humiliated and sometimes our games spilled from the bedroom into the real world. Like the time recently when she put a dog collar around my neck and took me to a sex shop in the city where she had me pick out a strap on for her to fuck me with... she'd only pegged me a few times since then, but we had both liked it a lot.
My excitement built quickly, and my little dick throbbed and twitched. The rough surface of my tongue worked her hard clit and her body writhed over me as she came for that first time. Her juices and his, significant cum load soaked my face and she moved forward while straddling my head, getting her hypersensitive clit away from my insistent tongue as her climax ebbed.
She reached back and pulled her big, soft and dimpled ass cheeks apart before shifting her position and letting me lap at her sensitive sphincter. She loved it when I licked her asshole, and I loved doing it. I pushed my tongue inside her ass, and she ground it onto my face. Her fat ass made it difficult to breathe but I liked that too.
I gasped for air and licked my lips when she finally climbed off my soiled face. Cum and her juices coated my flesh and soaked my hair. My head was spinning, and I licked my lips savoring their taste.
She slid down my body, rubbing her soaking wet pussy on my smooth shaved flesh and leaving a snail track on my body. When my dick rubbed against her, her warm cunt lips parted, and my little dick slipped effortlessly inside her recently stretched wide open and well fucked pussy. Knowing that I was getting sloppy seconds or maybe even thirds, made my excitement spiral as I struggled to feel anything. She was so stretched that I could barely feel the sides of her cunt and her ass bounced hard on me and she clutched at her big, bruised titties.
"Cum for me Piggy, I want you to shoot that watery little load of cum in me" she said as she slammed her big, curvaceous body onto my little dick and rubbed her needy clit. Her pretty eyes rolled back, and her body quivered. Oh, fuck yes," she groaned as she came hard. Her pussy, even though it was stretched wide, clutched at my little dickie, milking it until I exploded inside of her. It was an intense and powerful climax and it felt like the head of my dick had shot off while every drop of cum had emptied from my balls.
She collapsed on top of me with my spent dick still inside of her sated womb. She kissed me tenderly and looked deep into my sad blue eyes. “What’s wrong Barry?” She asked.
"I…um….I….well, did…um….did you really mean what I heard you tell him Joyce? The, um, the part about loving him?" I asked tentatively. I didn't really want to hear the answer, but I knew that I had to know where I stood.
"You mean do I love him, Barry? Is that what you’re asking?"
"Yes," I said as my breath caught in my chest.
"I’m not sure. I really did love him with all my heart, but that was a long time ago," she said softly. “He was the first man I ever had sex with, and I was only 15 when it started. We dated in secret for two years after that and he taught me all that I know about sex and that cock of his, well, it was and still is so wonderful. When I was 17 and in 11th grade, I got pregnant with his black baby, but you’ve met my parents. They are racists and they went nuts. They insisted I get an abortion and we moved here so I could start in a new school and get away from Nate and my *** told him that if he ever came near me again, he would send the Klu Klux Klan to kill him, and his entire ****** and my *** was active in the Klan back then and he might have done it and Nate knew it too so that was that. I got the abortion, and we moved here, and I finished school and went on to college. I didn’t date anyone for several years and then only a few men before I met you and the rest is history. I didn’t think that I’d ever see Nate again but when he walked in that restaurant tonight, I immediately recognized him, and he recognized me, and as soon as I saw him, I knew that I had to have his cock again. The truth is that if you hadn’t been late and showed up on time, and he would have walked in, it wouldn’t have mattered that you were there. I would have told you to leave, and nothing could have stopped me from having Nate’s cock and nigger cum in me again. I’m sorry to have to tell you all of this Barry but it’s all true. I told you I’m not sure if I love Nate, but I am sure that I love you, and that’s what makes all of this so complicated. Nate’s married and has children and doesn’t want to leave his wife, but on the way back here he told me that he wanted to keep on seeing me and I agreed.
"So where exactly does that leave us Joyce?" I asked nervously.
"I guess that’s ultimately going to be up to you Barry. We could be in the same place we've always been if you’re okay with me continuing to see Nate too," my wife replied. She kissed me again and squeezed my hand. "He doesn’t want to leave his wife and ******, but he says he still loves me, especially the sex with me and I love that too, but I told him that I love you and want both of you in my life, but I guess what happens next depends on you. Nate lives halfway between here and our little town and travels a lot for business. It will be easy for him to come to me or for me to come to him so he can fuck me as often as he can arrange, which he said will probably be two or three times a week, maybe more some weeks. You have to understand Barry that Nate was my first so he will get first dibs on whenever he can meet and fuck me, otherwise our marriage will be unchanged. Can you handle that?"
I inhaled deeply and looked at her radiant face and gorgeous eyes. My arms wrapped around her thick waist and I squeezed her tight. Our lips met in a deep wet kiss and our tongues entwined.
"I can but what about the risk of pregnancy Joyce?" I saw him fucking you bareback and that was okay for me because I’ve been snipped. Will you make him wear a condom if I agree?
Oh Barry, you bring up a good point, but I have to tell you that Nate cannot wear condoms, he never could because he has a latex allergy so I already know the answer to that” she said.
“Well then you would have to go on the pill” Barry told her.
Barry was shocked at her response. “Look Barry, it sounds to me like you’re trying to put conditions on what I want and you’re trying to find ways to make this situation with Nate not work out and if that’s it, then that tells me that you don’t really want this to work, so I’m sorry Barry, but even though I love you, if you make me pick between you and Nate’s big black cock and all the pleasure I get from it, then I will have to leave you and be available to him whenever he wants!”
I was shocked and tried to think of something to say and just started throwing things out there. “Look Joyce, please don’t do that. You know that I love you and want you to be happy more than anything in the world. Of course, you can get together with Nate as often as you like, but I’m just concerned that if you continue to let him fuck you bareback, that you’ll end up getting pregnant with his black baby again. You even said that your parents are racists and they made you abort Nate’s baby before, and what do you think they would do if you became pregnant again?
“I’ve already thought about that Barry and you’re right that it is very likely to happen because I love the feeling of Nate’s nigger cum inside me and there’s a side of me that feels that maybe I owe him a baby since I let my parents convince me to abort his baby that first time. And if, no it will be when, I end up pregnant with his baby, then we’ll just tell my parents it’s your baby growing inside of me, and they won’t find out the baby is black until the baby is born and there will be nothing they can do about it then. Sure, they’ll likely disown me, but who cares, we don’t need anything from them. And I know you Barry and I know that you could never hold something like that against a baby and that I can count on you to raise Nate’s black baby just like it was your own. That’s just one of the many things I love about you Barry, but I also know it’s up to you. If I’m wrong and you can’t live with that, then I’ll leave, but you should be aware that I will be having Nate’s black babies anyway, and I’ll just have to figure out how to raise them without you!
But Joyce, you just said “babies” not just one baby. Does that mean you intend to let Nate knock you up multiple times?” Barry asked.
“I don’t know Barry; I really don’t know. I know he was married to his first wife for almost five years and she had three of his children and he’s been married to his second wife for a little over six years and he’s gotten her pregnant five times in those six years so I think we both know how potent his semen must be and I know that I love taking Nate’s big black cock and cum inside of me and have no intention of stopping after delivering one baby, so yes, it’s likely that I may get pregnant with more of his black babies over time. I’ve always wanted a big ****** and we both know that all you can shoot is blanks since you got snipped, so you will never be able to give me what I really want. I guess that means if you stay, then yes, there’s a good, no, there’s a very good possibility or certainty that you’ll end up raising several black babies, but I also know how much you love my pussy and how much you’re going to enjoy eating all that nigger cum out of me and who knows, maybe if you do a good enough job and get it all out, I won’t get pregnant, and besides that, I don’t think you’ll mind sticking that little dick of yours in my well fucked pussy whenever you like. That’s right Barry, if you stay and agree to me continuing to meet with Nate and let him fuck me, my black cock slut pussy will be available for you any time you want to lick it and fuck it and I think, no I know that you will love that, just like I know that you still do love me. So, what do you say Barry, are you okay with me getting together with Nate a couple of times a week to give him this married white pussy to use as his cum dump? That’s what he said I’d be Barry, a black man’s cum dump, well really his cum dump, but I kind of like that title.
Like many people who dabble it fetish lifestyles I knew of the cuckold/hotwife dynamic for quite some time, but I'd never truthfully pictured myself as a cuckolded husband but after watching Joyce with Nate and the wild uninhibited sex they had and then the fun she and I had afterwards, how could I resist, so of course I told her that I was more than willing to give it a try.
"Good," she giggled. "I plan to get together with him every day he can get away and I also plan to get together with him as soon as he’s off work, until we leave on Thursday. I intend to take advantage of getting all the big black cock and nigger cum I can until then, and who knows, Nate might even knock me up during that time, but don’t you worry because I promise I will be bringing this well fucked pussy home to you every night so you can try to get every drop of his potent cum out of me before his sperm hook up with my eggs!"
Hearing that, my little dick shot out a load on the bed without it even being touched. I rolled towards her and spooned up behind her as she turned off the lights. My head was filled with the erotic images of my wife fucking and sucking her big black lover and my tongue cleaning her up afterwards, knowing that I was eating a black man’s sperm out of her, and I felt my little dick stir and she did too.
"I’m glad you’re excited Barry but you'll have to wait until my pussy is full of nigger cum again” she said. "But don’t you worry about that, I plan on it being filled to the brim for you all the time we’re here and who knows, maybe I can convince Nate to let you watch and clean up afterwards. But I do mean cleaning up both of us Barry! Truth is that I’ve always wanted to see you with another man’s cock in your mouth and I bet Nate would love to be the one to teach you how to suck one since he’s the one that taught me to suck cock at age 15 and you have always said I’m a great cocksucker, and who knows, maybe you can be one too! All of that will come, I’m sure but right now I’d just like to go to sleep because I'm exhausted."
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