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I always found myself looking forward to Fridays.  It was casual dress with the office closing at 3pm.  My wife and I were going to have our usual date night – probably dinner and a movie.  I kicked off my shoes and called out for my wife when I got home.  She yelled from the kitchen, “I’m here”.

When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, the first thing that caught my eye was a huge black guy sitting at the head of the table.  I looked to my wife, ‘Hey babe.  What’s going on?”  I wondered if maybe we were being robbed . Maybe she was buying drugs or something crazy like that.  My wife couldn’t look me in the eyes.  She just said, “Hey.”

I sized up the black guy.  He was wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts.  All he was doing was rocking back and forth on the legs of the chair, but he still came across as a threat.  I looked at my wife again.  “Maggie, talk to me.”  She glanced at me for a moment and made a motion like she was going to speak.  She paused, shook her head, and then bowed her head.  The black guy reached over and took her tiny left hand into his hand in support. It was strange, but I was more disconcerted by the contrast of his skin over hers than the covering of her wedding ring by his black hand.

My gut convulsed under a shock of adrenalin.  It was like a little bomb went off in the pit of my stomach.  She’s going to divorce me. This guy must be here to protect her from me.  Fuck!  She’s leaving me.  I stood there motionless and slack-jawed.  I couldn’t utter a word.  The silence was painfully awkward.

The black guy squeezed my wife’s hand and cleared his throat.  “Jon, I’m going to help Maggie out here.”  I thought to myself – how the fuck does he know my name?  He motioned for me to have a seat next to him and across from my wife.  I just stood there.  He raised his voice a tad and said, “Have a seat now, please.” Like an obedient schoolboy, I listened to his command.

“Maggie has something to say to you, and she’s worried how you’re going to take it.”  I nodded, because I still couldn’t speak.  Maggie had her eyes transfixed on the table setting in front of her. “This is weird.  This is weird. Jon, your wife and I are dating.”

Another sharp burst of adrenalin coursed through my body straight to my core.  There wasn’t much of a fight or flight reflex going on.  I opted for stunned and motionless response and just sat there.  “Now, I am respectful of your marriage.  I don’t want to come between you and Maggie, and Maggie doesn’t want to leave you.  She loves you, bro.”  Maggie nodded her head in agreement as she continued to stare at the table. I wondered if she realized the irony and stupidity of the black guy’s words.

He said, “Feel free to speak, Jon.  I am not trying to dominate the conversation.”  With my voice cracking, I barely managed to say, “Go on.  I’m listening.”

“It’s like this. Maggie and I are just about friends with benefits. We hang out mostly when you’re at work, so our dating doesn’t get in the way of your marriage.”

The words he was speaking were so insanely moronic that I couldn’t take it anymore.  I blurted, “Maggie isn’t dating you.  She’s cheating.”

He lowered his voice and said, “Relax. She isn’t cheating. We never tried to hide it. We are very open about our relationship, and that’s not cheating.”

“Are you fucking Maggie?”

“Yeah, and?”

I felt anger, hatred, and rage towards this black man and his revelation that my pretty little wife was fucking him.  I wanted to hit him.  I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Pure adrenalin coursed through my body again.  I felt my heart-rate increase.  My hands were sweaty. But the thing that most shocked me was noticing my erection bulging in my slacks.  Like a complete loser I said, “Maggie, how could you?  Why?”  I think I had tears welling up in my eyes.

Maggie quietly said, “Sorry.”  That was it.  I was floored that after this atom bomb of an admission that all she could mutter was a mono-syllabic “sorry”.  My emotions flip-flopped from anger to sorrow to depression to disbelief in seconds.

“Look, I realize this must be a lot for you to take in.  I just want you to know that I respect you as a man and as the husband of Maggie.  What Maggie and I share is nothing more than friendship.”

“You’re fucking her, man.  That means more than friendship.  You’re going to make us divorce.”

“No, bro.  I don’t want your woman to marry.  That’s not my game.  Just think of me as her best friend and not husband material.”

“Fuck that!  When you fuck someone’s wife, that means she doesn’t want to be married.  Seriously!  This is bullshit.”

Maggie interrupted, “Jesus, Jon.  Why does it have to mean more that friends?  Me and Rayshard like each others company.  That’s all it fucking is.  Stop reading more into it than it is.  I am married to you, because I want to be married to you.  If I wanted to be with Rayshard, I would divorce you.  But, I don’t.  Get it?”

She was borderline spiteful while maintaining a serious demeanor.  “How long?”

Maggie, “Huh?”

“How long have you been intimate with Rayshard?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe a year?”

“Fuck!  How could you?  For that long?  Oh god.  Why now?  Why tell me now?”

Maggie bowed her head again, “Because I’m pregnant.”

I literally lost the ability to support myself.  My torso lurched forward, and my head smacked the table as I collapsed to the ground.  They said I was out cold for less than five minutes, but it felt like eons.  I could here them talking while I was unconscious, but I couldn’t make out the words.  I came to on my bed with Maggie wiping my face with a wet washcloth.

“Ray-Ray, get him some water.”  Rayshard came back with a cup of tap water and pressed it to my lips.  I drank slowly.  “Jesus, Jon, you scared the shit of me and Rayshard.”  Maggie was seated in the middle of the bed to my right.  Rayshard was seated on the edge to my left.  It was so fucking weird to be in between them.

“Jon, we can talk about the pregnancy later.  I just want to be open and honest with you.  Ray and I aren’t keeping secrets from you.”

“How could this happen?”

Maggie, “What do you mean?  We had sex.  I got pregnant.”

“Did the condom break or something?”

Rayshard chuckling, “Oh no.  We don’t use condoms.”

“What the fuck, Maggie?  You and I use condoms, because we chose to wait.  Remember?”

“I know.  I know.  It really wasn’t my plan to get pregnant.”

“But, that’s what happens when you don’t use condoms.  Jesus.”

Rayshard interjected, “Hey.  What can I say.  I don’t like the feel of condoms.  They’re too tight on me.”

“Too tight?  Get a bigger condom then.  Fuck.”

Maggie said, “Putting a condom on Ray is like putting a thimble on your thumb if you know what I mean.”

I retorted, “No, Maggie.  I don’t know what you mean.”  I knew what she meant.

“He’s huge down there, Jon.  Now seriously, let’s focus on the real issues.”

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Emboldened by a fresh surge of adrenalin I commented, “Fuck the real issues.  You are a black cock whore.  My wife is a black dick lover.  My wife is….”  Mid-sentence, I felt the crush of a man’s hand slapping me across the my cheek, nose, and eye.  I hadn’t been physically struck since I was in 5th grade.  It was shocking and embarrassing.

“Jon, you need to be respectful of Maggie.  You need to stop talking about ‘black’ this and ‘black’ that, too.  I am sorry I had to slap you.  I really am, but I can’t stand by with your talking like that to Maggie.  Not cool.  No, sir.”

“I’m sorry, Maggie.”

“Fuck you, Jon.  You are a fucking jerk.  I thought we could all talk this through and be adults about it.  But… You’re a jerk.  Jerk.”  Rayshard got up and sat on the other side of the bed.  He embraced Maggie and kissed her on the cheek.  She melted into his black arms and started passionately kissing him on the lips.  After making out for a few seconds, Rayshard said, “Hey man.  You should probably leave the room and close the door behind you.”

I couldn’t reply.  I couldn’t move again.  Maggie was looking right at me as she was tongue kissing Rayshard.  That was the most eye contact we’d had since the conversation at the kitchen table.  “No, Ray.  Let him stay.  You want to know why we don’t use condoms?  Watch then.”

Maggie took off Rayshard’s shirt and started kissing him on his curly haired chest.  She kissed down to his abdomen and flirted with the waistline of his shorts.  While she was kissing his stomach, Rayshard leaned over my wife and unzipped her summer dress.  In a flash, she stepped out of the dress revealing bright yellow thong panties and a hot pink bra.  I was struck by how much the colors clashed.  But, it didn’t matter for long, because with the flick of a couple of his big black fingers, her bra strap was off and her tits were dangling before him.

I watched Rayshard’s hands cup Maggie’s breasts and squeeze them in a massaging motion.  Maggie’s face was still plastered on his abdomen.  She was kissing and nibbling him.  I couldn’t help but stare at her yellow panties clinging to her curvy body.  There wasn’t much fabric covering her bottom, but it still concealed enough to make it very erotic.  Almost at the same time, I noticed Rayshard’s black finger trace the wet crotch of Maggie’s panties as the tip of his penis protruded past his basketball shorts.

Judging by the size of the head of his cock, Rayshard clearly had a huge penis.  The head was swollen and much more red than I imagined a black dick should be.  In fact, without looking at the shaft, the tip could have been mistaken for a white guy’s.  Maggie immediately started kissing the tip of his his penis.  She was cooing as she reached around to the sides of his shorts and started working them down.  About half way down his thighs, his penis sprung out.

It was hideously big with grotesque veins bulging down the entire length of his shaft.  The skin was significantly darker than the head.  As Maggie kissed the underside of his balls, Rayshard’s penis twitched up and down.  Both of them forgot that I was still in the room.

I marveled at the time Maggie was spending on the bottom of his balls.  It looked like she might be venturing past his taint and possibly licking his ass.  I couldn’t get a clear view while I was on my back.  It had to have been gross.  I could smell him – his blackness, his maleness, his odor.  I could’t wrap my head around my wife having her face planted in a black guy’s crotch.

Mary gasped and shattered my study of her oral skills on Rayshard.  My eyes darted down to her crotch where I saw Rayshard’s middle finger penetrating Maggie’s vagina.  His thick, meaty finger was probably the size of my penis.  Her hips rhythmically swayed up and down with his finger nestled inside her.

After basically washing his balls and taint with her tongue, Maggie started rubbing his penis all over her face.  Her hand was cradling his balls, and it looked like fingers might be touching his anal area.  He withdrew his finger from her pussy and leaned back on his knees.  Mary continued to nuzzle his black penis all around her cheeks.  His penis must have touched every point on her pretty face.  She bent down and started licking the underside of his shaft towards the base and middle.

Her tiny hands couldn’t fully grip his penis.  It was that thick.  She started licking and teasing the frenulum area of his black dick.  Within seconds, pre-cum started oozing out of his cock.  Maggie must have known Rayshard would start to pre-cum, because she instinctively moved her mouth over the head of his penis.

I could see her tongue moving around the tip of his penis by the impressions of her tongue on her cheeks as she darted back and forth.  Rayshard just moaned.  She moved the hand that was cupping his ball and scratching his ass to the shaft alongside her other hand.  She then started to really focus on giving Rayshard an amazing blowjob.

With both hands pistoning his cock, Maggie managed to shove about a third of his penis down her throat.  She probably could have taken more than two or three inches, but the sheer girth of Rayshard’s dick limited her intake.  I couldn’t take in enough with my eyes.  My senses were overrun.

It seemed like her sucking Rayshard’s dick brought in a new, set of smells.  I could smell his ejaculate mixed with her scent.  I could hear raspy breathing, his moans, and lots of slurping noises.  While I was focusing on her slight gagging sounds when he would involuntarily twitch, I started hearing a faint slapping sound.  It was his balls.

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I didn’t really pay much attention to them while Maggie was licking them.  They were big but seemed in proportion to Rayshard’s penis and body size.  When she started sucking him, though, the balls really started to hang low.  It was like two large eggs in a fuzzy black sack.  And that sack was slapping my wife’s chin with each bob of her head.

Rayshard started grimacing and panting. “Cum in my mouth Ray-Ray. I want you to cum in my mouth.”  Rayshard groaned, and Maggie stopped bobbing and locked her red lips around his black penis.  Rayshard’s balls drew up.  His penis started pulsating and twitching as Maggie slowly and gingerly stroked his cock with one hand and rubbed his ass with the other.

“Aw shit, Maggie.  Oh Maggie.”  Rayshard came inside my wife’s mouth.  I just watched my beautiful wife give a hung black guy a blow job and let him shoot rope after rope inside her mouth.  She waited a minute for the throbbing to subside with his big black cock still inside her little mouth.

When he was finished cumming inside her mouth, she pulled his cock out.  She tossed her hair to the side and took a second to build up to the first swallow.  She smiled at Rayshard and then finished swallowing his black semen with a second swallow.  She then put her mouth right back on his cock and lightly swirled her tongue around it while she massaged his balls and ass.  After a minute or so of orally snuggling his penis, she kissed the head of penis, licked her lips, and made her way to the sink to brush her teeth.

“You like what Maggie did to my dick, huh?”

I didn’t know how to respond.  “Huh?”

“I said you liked watching Maggie suck my dick.”  He glanced at my crotch.  I looked down between my legs, and dick was hard.  There was a wet stain on the left side of my blue pants.  I don’t know if I actually came, but there was a whole lot of wetness there.

“Hey Maggie.  Check out his pants.  He came in his pants.”

“He did what?”  She tried to stifle her laughter.

“He liked what you did to me.  He came in his pants.”

I sheepishly said, “No, I didn’t come.  I don’t know what that is.”

Maggie asked, “Rayshard, should I finish him off?”

“Hell no.  Not in front of me.”

“Rayshard.  We talked about this.  He is still my husband.”

I interjected, “No. I don’t want it. Not like this.”   Inside I was terrified of dropping my pants with Rayshard in the room.  The comparison next to him would be cruel.

“You can do whatever you want when I am gone, babe.”

Maggie started her baby talk as she slinked toward Rayshard.  “Ray-ray, baby. I ain’t done with you yet.”  She hugged him as they were standing next to the bed and they started kissing.  He had his arms over her shoulders and was molesting both cheeks of her curvy ass with his big black hands.  She had one arm wrapped around his back.  Her other hand was gripping his growing cock.  Again, the pre-ejaculate started dripping.

Maggie dropped to her knees and touched her tongue to his pre-cum.  She leaned back allowing a sticky chain of pre-cum to form from his penis to her lips.  She looked so dirty and filthy kneeling before a black man with a string of pre-cum connecting his dick to her mouth.

From behind her back, she brought out a condom.  Rayshard started laughing.  She displayed the wrapper to me, and then opened the package.  Once she got the condom out, she started sucking Rayshard until he was fully engorged.  Then for my benefit, she attempted to put the condom on his black cock.  The condom barely went over the head and maybe covered and inch or two of his shaft.  It would have been comical if it weren’t my wife on her knees trying to put on a regular condom on a monster black dick.

“Ray-ray, look.  He’s excited again.”  My cock was rock hard.  “Watch this.”  She pulled off the condom from Rayshard’s dick, and climbed on the bed with me.  Devilishly she said, “Your turn, hon.”  The smell of her sex and perfume combined with the look of her body was intoxicating.  Even after watching her blow a black guy, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted her more.  She unfastened my pants, and pulled down my boxers.

Up spring my little white cock.  I never thought my penis was small.  I figured I was average.  But, after watching my wife’s hands working Rayshard’s cock, I felt very small.  Maggie said, “Rayshard.  Come here.  Put yours next to his.”

“Hell fuck no, Maggie.  I don’t go that way.”

“Ray-ray. Do it for me.  I want to see Big Ray-Ray next to it, so I can know what you’re going to do to my pussy.  Baby, please.”  With her voice and the way she was looking, I wasn’t surprised to see Rayshard standing naked next to me.  He completely dwarfed me, and his erection was even going down.

I would probably have lost my hard-on as well if it weren’t for Maggie placing the condom over my penis.  I didn’t even voice my disgust at her using the same one that she attempted to put on Rayshard.

Maggie lightly scratched my abdomen with her nails as she started giving me a condom hand job.  Everything came rushing back to me all at once.  Her sucking Rayshard’s dick.  Her licking his ass and balls.  Her swallowing his ejaculate.  In less than 15 seconds, I orgasmed in the condom.  Maggie openly giggled as she made her way to the sink to wash her hands.  I felt completely humiliated and shamed.

Maggie’s devilish streak didn’t stop there.   She got on her back next to me and spread her legs wide for Rayshard.  She then parted her labia with her fingers, and said, “This is your pussy Rayshard.  Come get your pussy, baby.”  Rayshard grinned at her and climbed over her positioning his semi-erect penis in front of her face.  Without looking at me he said, “Turn around, bro. I don’t want to see you when I am sexing her up.  Nothing personal.  Just face the other way.”  I shifted 180 degrees around where I got a front row seat between Rayshard’s legs as Maggie took his penis in her mouth.

She sucked his balls and licked his dick before sticking Rayshard’s cock in her mouth.  In a matter of seconds, Rayshard grew to 8 or 9 very thick inches.  He pushed Maggie’s hands off of his dick, and let Maggie swirl her tongue around his dick for a few moments.  Then he shifted back between her legs positioning himself over her missionary style.

I saw her small hands reach between their legs and grasp his now dripping penis.  She rubbed the head of the cock between the ridges of her vagina for a few moments.  Every time she lifted his cock to start a new stroke between her vaginal lips, the sticky liquid sex between them formed little sex strands.  Her pussy was wet and oozing sex juices.  His big black bulging penis was seeping pre-cum.  It was repulsive and erotic at the same time.

After what seemed like minutes of grooving his dick between her labia, Maggie started bucking her hips toward Rayshard.  It was almost sick watching her like a bitch in heat inch her pussy toward his thick chocolate erection.  I thought Rayshard would be gentle with her.  Outside of involuntary twitching, he never forced my wife to gag during the blowjob.

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However, Rayshard’s approach was different when he had intercourse with my wife.  When he was ready to penetrate her, he used his fingers to spread my wife’s pussy open.  He then wedged the head of his dick at the entrance of her vaginal opening.  Maggie groaned.  Then he put hand around my wife’s throat.  She grabbed his hand with both of her hands as she started directly into Rayshard’s eyes.  He positioned his other hand at the back of one of Maggie’s shoulders.  He the violently rammed his dick inside Maggie’s tight vagina.

Maggie yelped as she used one her hands to push down on her abdomen.  Rayshard shifted both of his arms under her the backs of her thighs to support her legs in the air.  He then proceeded to destroy Maggie’s pussy with long, hard, deep thrusts into her vagina.  Maggie grunted, and there were tears streaming down her face.  She said, “It hurts.  It’s too big.”  I started to get concerned, but then she shifted gears.  “Fuck me Ray-Ray.  Own this pussy.  This pussy belongs to you you Ray.  You own this pussy.”

That worked for Rayshard.  He continued to saw into her pink pussy with his raging, plump black cock.  After three minutes in, Maggie started scratching his back and curling her toes.  She had her first orgasm of the session.  Rayshard slowed his thrusting down as Maggie was coming down from her orgasm.  Without much warning, he pulled out of Maggie’s vagina and flipped her over doggie style directly over my head.

I saw Rayshard’s huge black cock glistening with their sex juices.  About three quarters of the way down, there was thick sex cream glommed on to his penis.  I don’t know if it formed from the friction of their sex liquids or maybe it was my wife’s cum.  It was thick and looked sticky.  I saw Maggie’s hand reach for Rayshard’s dick to guide it back into her vagina.  She grabbed near the sex cream, and upon feeling in on her hand, she snapped her hand quickly to get it off.  I immediately felt nauseous when it landed on my lips and in my partially open mouth.

My arms were somewhat pinned by the blankets around us.  And even if I could move them, I probably would have inadvertently touched Rayshard, and I can’t imagine that he would have handled that well.  So, I tried pushing it out of my mouth.  I couldn’t spit it out.  Rayshard’s thighs were too close.  I was almost to the point of dry-heaving when I took a small breath and swallowed it.  I did it so fast in a vain attempt not to taste it.  It didn’t work.  It was salty and a little bit acidic. It smelled like stale bleach.  I knew it had to be sperm, semen, and maybe a little urine.  It was supremely gross.

My little sperm swallowing drama didn’t seem to matter to Rayshard or Maggie.  His leg skin was slapping her ass.  His dick was stretching her tight, little vagina.  I found myself wondering if maybe his penis was smacking up against the black baby inside Maggie.  Just then Rayshard let out a guttural groan as he stabbed deeply inside my wife.

He pushed her head down into the mattress making her ass stick up even higher towards him.  She screamed into the pillows as he shot load after load of black sperm into her vagina.  I watched his balls pull up to both side of his penis.  I watched the large vein on the underside of his big dick pulsate with each spurt inside Maggie.  He must have shot 7 or 8 big spurts into her with about a dozen little ones as he recovered from his orgasm.

Maggie moaned lightly as Rayshard rested with his penis still wedged inside her abused pussy.  Rayshard rubbed his face and eyes and stretched his arms and shoulders.  He was like a black king riding his white queen’s heart-shaped ass.  After what seemed like forever, his erection subsided enough to where his penis slipped out.  He excused himself to the bathroom as his black creampie started to ooze out of Maggie’s red vagina and all over my face.

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I don’t know if Maggie did it on purpose or not, but as soon as the sperm started to drip onto my face, she lurched back and rested her body over mine.  Her freshly black-cock fucked pussy was plastered on my face.  The sheer amount of Rayshard’s semen was overwhelming.  The smell of his semen was exactly what I smelled earlier.  The taste was identical to the white goo that I swallowed.  Everytime I dry-heaved, the motion brought my face into direct contact with Maggie’s cum-soaked vagina and ass.  Rayshard’s black sperm literally frosted my face and hair.

Maggie lifted her hips up and rolled over next to me with her legs parted open. Her pussy was wet and reddish with her labia slightly open after getting stretched by Rayshard.  I was concentrating on not letting any cum get near my eyes and not really paying attention to anything else.

“Maggie.  You coming with me?”

“Just a sec, Ray. I want to to talk a little.  I’ll be right there.”

Rayshard got dressed and made his way out of our home. In the background I could hear bass from his car stereo. Maggie said to me, “Babe, you okay with everything?”

“Seriously, Maggie? You are pregnant with a black guy’s baby, and you dare ask me if I am okay with it?  Jesus.”

“Look. It doesn’t mean anything to me. Ray is someone I like to hang out with. That’s all.”

“You forgot to say someone you like to fuck!”

“Don’t get nasty, hon. I won’t take any shit from you. All I am doing is trying to talk here…explain myself.”

“I don’t know how you think I would be okay with you fucking a black guy.”

“Why does it always have to degenerate down to a black guy?  What’s the big fucking deal?  He’s fun.  We hang out.  That’s it.”

“Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Do you love him?”

“No. I don’t.  No.”

“You paused.”

“Well, I don’t hate Rayshard. I know I don’t love him. He’s fun.”

“Do you like sex with him better?  Is he….”

“It’s different with him…obviously.  I can’t explain it.  It’s not because he’s black or he has a big dick if that’s what you are asking.  He could have been white with a small dick.  It wouldn’t have mattered.  He’s fun.”

“Any you’re going to have a baby with him.”

“Yeah. I am.”

“And what do you expect me to do about it?  How am I supposed to take it?  You want me to suck it up?  Stay with my wife and her black baby?”

“Stop it with the black.  I mean it.  I will leave.”

“Sorry.  It’s just so much to take in.”

“I understand completely. I really do. I don’t expect you to do anything.  You do whatever your heart tells you to do.  If you want a divorce, that’s fine.  If you want to be with me, that’s all I ever wanted.”

“Be with you and another man’s baby?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t matter whose sperm it was.  You are my husband.  You are the one I love.”

“But it does matter the baby has a different father. I know you don’t want me to talk about black, but I don’t know how I am going to handle what other people are going to say.”

“I thought about that.  There isn’t an easy answer.  You can be his father if you want.  You can be a stepfather.  You can be his uncle…whatever.  You don’t have to be his dad.  I mean it.  You do what you think is right.  I am going to go now.”

“No. Wait. I am not done talking.  I want to talk some more.”

“I am going to take off.  Let’s both cool down.  Let’s think this through.  I’ve been through a lot emotionally.  I need to decompress.”

“Where are you going?  To Rayshawn’s house?”

“Ray doesn’t have a house.  He lives in an apartment with some of his friends. Yeah, I am going with him to his apartment.”

“Are you going to fuck him?”

“I told you I would leave if you got nasty.”

“No. Seriously. I want to know. Are you going to sleep with him there?”

“You really want to know, huh?  Yeah, I probably will fuck him and suck his black dick.  Is that what you want to hear?  Is that what you need? I’m going to swallow for him.  I am going to let him cum inside me.  I can’t get pregnant again, so what the hell? Maybe I’ll let him try to fuck me in the ass.  You happy now, asshole?”

I sat there stunned as she put a short skirt and a tight t-shirt on.  She sighed, “Where are my fucking panties? Fuck it.”  She reached into her drawer and pulled out lacy red thong panties.  I wondered if she wore them often, because I don’t remember her wearing them for me.

“Maggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we have sex before you go?”

“What?  Are you serious?”

I felt humiliated.  I actually said please.

“God.  Okay.  Get a fucking condom.”

“I want to do it without a condom.”

“No. We have to use a condom.”

“No condom.  Please.”

Maggie shook her head no.

“Why do we have to use a condom?  You’re my wife.”

“Listen. I am not going to explain. Put a condom on, and I’ll give you a handjob.  I don’t feel like having sex anyway.”

“No. No.  It’s okay.  I’ll use a condom.  Let’s have sex.”

“No, I don’t want to now.  Besides, I am still a little tender down there.”

“Because of Rayshard?”

“Yeah. You want a handjob or not?  I have to leave.”  I felt so shamed and desperate.  I put the condom on myself.  Maggie sat indian style between my legs and started working my penis up and down with her hand.  With her other hand she cupped my balls and massaged them.  It felt so good.  Right when I felt myself get close, Maggie rammed a finger up my ass.  She’d never done that before, and I didn’t know if she did it to hurt me or make me feel good.

With a couple more stokes, I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life.  She stopped pumping and started squeezing the shaft alternating with light and heavy pressure.  Her finger was still inside me.  I felt wave after wave of cum jet out of my penis and into the tip of the condom.  She let me catch my breathe, and then eased her finger out of my rectum.

She made her way to the sink to wash her hands.  “Wow.  That was a lot of juice, baby.  That’s how I do it for Ray.”

I slipped the condom off and rolled the condom so it wouldn’t leak.  “You learned that from Ray?”

“Yeah. He showed me how to do that. I knew you would like it, but I couldn’t really do it to you without you wondering.”

“Well, that’s one thing good about this all I guess.”

She smiled.  A real smile.  She kissed me on the lips.  “Bye hon.  I’ll be back later tonight.”

“Okay.”  Off she went as I heard the bass sounds subside.

I sat in a trance-like state for a few minutes on the edge of the bed. I had one hand covering my penis and balls. I don’t know why. I just felt the need to hide my genitals I guess. The other hand was still gripping my full, used condom. I couldn’t help shaking the feeling that I was forever more changed. I felt alive for the first time in years. I also felt completely shamed and afraid.

 

 

 

The Happy Cuckold Story

My wife called me at work and said she had a incredibly sexy surprise for me and to come home for lunch.  I don’t usually head home for lunch because by the time I get there, I only have about 20 or 30 minutes before I have to head back to work.  This time, though, I figured that a blowjob was worth it. I called my wife on the way.  She sounded so horny.

When I got home I kicked off my shoes, took off my shirt, and stripped down to my boxers.  I raced down the hallway and burst into the bedroom and then got the surprise of my life.  My wife was naked on her back with her legs spread wide with another man’s face plastered between her thighs.  He was going down on her, and all she could do to maintain her composure was to grip a handful of bedsheets.

After a couple of minutes, they finally noticed me standing at the entrance slack-jawed and in shock.  My wife said, “Oh honey, you got here fast.  I want you to meet James.”  James lifted his head up from between her legs and sheepishly said, “Hey dude.”  He went right back to eating my wife out.  My wife started whimpering again.  Within about five more minutes, she started bucking her hips into his face while groaning.  Her body was tense and stiff for about a minute straight, until she released her death grip on the sheets and stopped arching her back.  I can’t ever remember my wife having an orgasm like that from my tongue.

James grinned at her and then looked at me, “You can join in if you want.”  I was thinking, that’s nice, another man is inviting me to have sex with MY wife.  I walked a little closer to the bed and just stood there.  James got up on his knees and positioned himself between my wife’s legs.  He started rubbing his penis all around my wife’s thighs, labia, and pubic area.  He was like a dog marking his territory.

My wife leaned up to kiss him, and they started making out passionately.  I could see her tiny hands gripped around his cock while slowly stroking it.  I couldn’t get a good look at his dick, but it seemed a little on the large side.  After a few minutes of making out, James commented that my wife was making his cock leak.  Sure enough, clear precum was oozing out of his dick and sticking to my wife’s belly.

He sat back up on his knees and went back to tracing his cock between my wife’s legs.  I finally got a good look at this guy’s penis.  It was engorged, chubby thick, and definitely way above average in length.  I couldn’t fully appreciate just how big it was until he laid it down on my wife’s abdomen.  It stretched out from the top of her pussy all the way to her belly button.  When he adjusted himself, his balls poked out from between her legs and they were absolutely enormous.  They were like two oversized Grade A Jumbo eggs.

I instantly thought this guy is a stud built to impregnate women.  Once he got around to penetrating my wife, his dick would have to be pushed up about as deep into her womb as a dick could get.  The fatness and thickness of his cock would ensure that not a drop of cum leaked out of her.  And his monstrous testicles would no doubt produce loads of fertilizing cum.  I just prayed my wife had the good sense to have him use a condom.  She didn’t.

When he started rubbing the head of his penis down the center of her labia, it was like his dick was a white hot branding iron.  My wife was bucking her hips trying to get him to stuff his cock inside her.  When he pressed his dick at the entrance to her opening, her vagina looked way too small for him.  He gently pushed the head into her pussy.  She raised up and positioned her right hand on his abdomen to slow him down.  Even though he was packing a monstrous penis, he knew how to be gentle with a woman.

He was dominant, yet he allowed my wife to control the way his cock penetrated her vagina.  She was a ball of tension for about thirty seconds, but that tension quickly subsided when she realized this man knew how to enter a woman.  My wife was about to get laid by a master cocksman.

With his dick about a quarter of the way in my wife, James stopped pushing it in, and just focused on rubbing her thighs and legs down.  He massaged, rubbed, and kissed her legs everywhere.  As I was watching him work her calves and feet with his hands, my wife literally melted into the bedsheets.  The next time I glanced down between their legs, his cock was buried almost all the way in her.

He knelt in front of her motionless and allowed her to grind herself the rest of the way on his penis.  When she finally pushed his dick completely into her body, his face beamed from the pleasures my wife was giving to him.  They stayed connected like without moving for at least a couple of minutes.  He was letting my wife’s vagina fully adjust to accommodate his bulging cock.  All I could think of was his penis inside her pushing all the way to her cervix.  His dick must have been deep inside her vaginal walls and resting under her bellybutton.

I watched a few drops of his sweat fall on to my wife’s body.  I noticed her body glistening too.  They were already flaming hot with lust.  My wife gripped his strong arms and whispered to him that she was ready.  He slowly withdrew his shaft from her – almost slower than when he penetrated her.  Her labia gripped his penis as he pulled out of her.  He didn’t completely pull out.  He never let the thick mushroom head of his cock come out of her pussy.  He paused again to let her adjust.

Her legs were bent at the knees yet stayed somewhat stiff.  It was like she was doing her best to stay as still as she could while he worked his magic between her legs.  He pushed it back inside her a little faster this time, and even though her pink pussy lips were glued to his cock, you could tell it was starting to get easier for her to take him in.  He waited a couple of seconds to start sliding back out of her pussy.  This time he pulled out of her all the way and hovered his cock inches from her puffy labia.  A little string of precum kept them connected as they stared into each others eyes.

My wife was still open-legged and motionless as he pressed the head of his dick at her opening again.  This time he was a little more abrupt, and her hand shot straight up to his abdomen temporarily stopping his motion.  As he slowly pulled back up, there was thick white sticky goo about an inch from the base of his cock.  Neither one of them had orgasmed yet, so I was puzzled at seeing their sex juices already thick and gummy.

She said she was okay, and he started getting into a rhythm with his strokes plunging deeper into her.  I found myself stuffing my hand into my boxers to touch myself.  My dick was already rock hard and dripping with precum.  I mean the whole front of my boxers felt like it was cold and wet to the touch.  My dick was so hyper-sensitive that it hurt.  Even the fabric of my boxers seemed like sandpaper to me.  I let my dick slip out of the fly and into the bedroom air.

Meanwhile, James’ back was being squeezed by my wife’s serpentine legs as he settled into the missionary position with her.  Her bright red toenails and smooth white skin were in stark contrast to his strong muscular back.  I touched my penis again and this time wrapped my hand around it.  Before I could even really start masturbating, James shot me a quick glance and yelled at me to stop being a faggot and get my clothes back on.

I bowed my head a little and shuffled off back into the living room to get my pants back on.  I contemplated pleasuring myself, but I really didn’t want to miss what was going on in my bedroom and on my bed.  When I got back, my wife’s legs were on his forearms, and he was forcefully pounding on her pussy.  My wife was breathing really heavy with occasional whimpers, grunts, and light squeals.  I’d never heard her make noises like that before.  It was very primal like I imagined a caveman and cavewoman might have done eons ago.  He was quite the man’s man.  My wife was definitely his possession.

I positioned myself behind them at the foot of the bed.  I know they sensed I was watching, but they obviously didn’t seem to mind as long as I kept my dick in my pants.  I couldn’t get over how big is balls were, actually how big the skin around his balls was.  His scrotum reminded me of a bull’s testicles.  As he plunged into my wife his ball sac was yanked back and forth slapping my wife’s ass and thighs.

Without warning, my wife started something that sounded like caterwauling and moaning mixed in at the same time.  Her fingernails dug into his back for a moment, and then she dropped her hands down and grabbed the bedsheets.  Her orgasm triggered an animalistic response from James.  He yanked my wife’s legs up to his chest and then leaned over her.  When she turned her head left or right, she was looking at her own ankles.

He started rough fucking my wife to where she was pressing her fists into the bed at her sides.  Her face was splotchy red and almost grimacing in pain, but in a good way.  If someone walked in on them it might seem like he was raping her except for her occasional dirty talk asking him to fuck her harder.

His grunts and groans started sounded more deep and guttural.  His muscular legs started twitching.  I knew he was getting ready to cum.  Within seconds, he voiced it.  “Oh god, I’m going to cum. ”  He didn’t really give my wife a choice of where he was going to cum.  My wife with her feet bobbing next to her head and her legs pinned to his shoulders had no choice but to accept his sperm, semen, cum, and whatever else was inside his enormous balls.

His balls started to suck up to the sides as he plunged deep into my wife’s vagina.  He stopped thrusting into her as he rested his penis balls-deep inside my wife.  The area between his balls and ass started to pulsate rapidly.  The violent pulsating action moved up to the base of penis.  He was inseminating his seed deep inside my wife’s womb.  All she could do was rub his forearms as he dumped load after load into her.

He held her like that for a couple of minutes as the pulses slowly subsided.  Even after he was done cumming inside my wife, he kept her with her legs splayed over his shoulders.  It was such a crude position for my wife to be in.  He waited there with his eyes closed.  My wife kept almost lovingly rubbing his arms and hands.

After a couple of minutes like that, he lowered himself onto her missionary style and rested with his dick still jammed inside of her.  He positioned his head next to her with his face in my pillow.  She kissed the side of his face and whispered into his ear that was the best she ever had.  Even after about five minutes of them positioned like that his cock was still hard and inside her.  I was starting to wonder when they would break their genital sex lock.

He only started to get up when she told him she needed to go pee.  As his dick pulled out of her, their thick white sex juices started oozing out of her puffy little vagina.  When he rolled over on his back, his dick was still impressive as it was losing its hardness.  My wife kissed his sex-covered penis and then made her way to the bathroom.

I immediately walked out of the bedroom and waited just outside the door.  They didn’t make too much noise for a few minutes until  I heard her jump back on the bed and start kissing him.  I peeked around the door and saw him sitting on the side of the bed.  My wife was kneeling between his legs and kissing his abdomen.  It didn’t take much to figure out she was going to suck his dick.  Her hands were wrapped around his back presumably massaging his lower back and ass.  She worked her way down to his inner thighs at which is dick started to twitch back to life.  In seconds, his cock was fully engorged and reddish brown.

She spent a considerable amount of time licking and nibbling his huge balls.  She hand one hand wrapped around his ball sac, and it looked kind of like she was milking his balls the way she caressed it back and forth.  Gradually, she licked and kissed her way to the head of his penis.  She toyed with the hole of cock with her tongue until it started spitting out precum.  She grinned up at James as she slowly lowered her mouth down onto his shaft.  She got it in half way and held it for a moment.  She quickly pulled his dick out of mouth and commented on how big it was.

She then wrapped one of her skinny hands around the base of his cock while the other hand cradled his large nuts.  She started working his dick with her mouth pausing every few strokes to vacuum suck the tip.  You could see by her cheeks that she was sucking incredibly hard and teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue.  The whole time he stared down at my wife sucking his cock.

After a couple of minutes, he held her head back and motioned for her to stand up.  Once she did, he kissed her full on the lips, and then swirled her around until she was bent over the side of the bed.  Her pussy was noticeably swollen and irritated from the marathon fuck session they had earlier.  She halfheartedly tried to position herself back down to complete the blowjob, but he didn’t relent.  He just started rubbing his thick penis all over my wife’s heart-shaped ass and the back of her creamy white thighs.

I have to admit that my wife looked amazing bent over our bed like that with her pussy peeking out between her legs.  James asked my wife to spread her ass cheeks.  It was more of a command than asking, but it didn’t really matter.  She instinctively reached back and positioned her red fingernails inches from her puckered little butthole.  James rubbed his dick up and down her inflamed labia and at the door of her sore vagina.

My wife reacted to this by getting up on her tip toes.  Just as it looked like he was going to push it inside her again, he shifted his cock an inch higher and pressed it against her butt.  He was going to fuck my wife in her ass, which really got to me because as much as I begged, she never gave me anal sex.

The first attempt, my wife reached her hand back and guided his dick back towards her pussy.  He let her press it a little into her vagina – about an inch below the head of his penis.  Once again, he shifted it back up and tried to enter her ass.  This time she leaned forward, and told him that she wasn’t ready for that yet.  I was thankful she was saying no to anal.  The ‘yet’ in her comment troubled me, however.

James took no for an answer like a gentleman.  He guided his cock back into her pussy and let my wife control the penetration process.  She gently worked her back into him, and he patiently let her accept his thick shaft.  About half way in, it was clear that she wasn’t doing much to get the rest of his penis in.  That was when he took over.

Without much warning, his big hands gripped her hips and some of her ass.  He forced his full length into her with one quick thrust.  She yelped and tried to jump forward, but he held her down.  As he held his dick balls-deep inside her, he asked her if she was okay.  She meekly responded yeah and asked him to keep going.

Rather than take it slow and gentle, he started from the get-go to pummel my wife’s pussy.  His thighs slapped her ass with each thrust.  All I could hear was the ‘smack’ ‘smack’ ‘smack’ of his skin crashing against my wife’s body.  She grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets and danced around on her tip toes as his hands dug into her back flesh.  Just when I thought my wife couldn’t physically handle the pounding she was taking, she yelled at him, “Fuck me deeper.  Deeper.  Smack my ass.  Deeper.”

He responded by swatting her across her ass and lower back.  I could tell she liked it by the way she started violently bucking back into him.  He smacked her ass about five or six more times before he pinned her down and jammed his cock in her to the hilt.  His legs were twitching.  His balls were sucked up to the sides.  Then he started groaning as he exploded inside my wife’s pussy.  His entire genital region was throbbing and pulsating as he drained his balls in my wife’s vagina.

When he was done, he leaned forward and kissed my wife right on her ruby red lips.  Then he got dressed and told her thanks.  As he passed me heading out the bedroom door, he said, “She all yours, dude.”  Like a dumb ass, I said, “No problem. Thanks.”  I actually told the guy that just fucked my wife, thanks.  When I walked in, my wife was still bent over the bed with cum globbing its way out of her pussy and down to the bedroom floor.

I sat down on the side of the bed next to her.  I didn’t know what to say.  She broke the ice.  “You okay honey?”  Again, I didn’t know what to say.  I mean, I wasn’t prepared to see my wife fucking another man.  I mumbled something incoherent.  She said, “I did it for you, baby.”  I managed to get out, “What do you mean you did it for me?”

“Well, I know that it’s a fantasy of your to see me with another guy.”

I said, “Seriously?  I never said anything like that before.”

She said, “I saw a story you were reading on the internet when I turned on the computer today.”

“I was reading stories about threesomes a couple of nights ago, but I don’t remember seeing anything about my wife with another guy.”

She said, “What do you think a threesome entails?  You and me, and another guy or girl.”

I said, “I think we should have discussed this before…”

“You wouldn’t have done it then.  I wanted to be spontaneous for a change.  And, you know what?  You were turned on.  You liked it.”  She glanced down at my pants.  I was so turned on, that there was an obvious wet spot on the outside of my pants.  It was so much that I wondered if I might have orgasmed without knowing it.  I didn’t really have a way to explain it.  I guess she had a point.

I sheepishly asked her, “Can we… You know, can we have sex now?”

“Honey, that was my plan, but that’s not going to happen.  I am so raw down there right now.  It felt good while we were doing it, but I knew I was going to be sore.  I felt like I was in college again partying so much to where I would wind up walking funny the next day.”

I laughed a very uncomfortable, courtesy laugh.

She said, “I could blow you.”

I immediately said, “Yeah.  Where do you want me?”

She said to give her a second.  She went to the bathroom to clean up.  She came back in some fresh granny panties and a bra – a far cry from the black velour bra and thong panty set she wore for James.  She got down on her knees between my legs.  She started rubbing my legs and thighs much like she did for James earlier.  Then she put her hands around my shaft and started slowly stroking as she kissed my inner thighs.  Within seconds and without warning I exploded all over her back and hair.  She never even got to put her mouth on me.

She giggled a little and commented that I obviously liked seeing her with other men.  I didn’t really say anything to support or argue her statement.  There wasn’t much I could say.  She grabbed a bottle of some kind of salve and asked me to rub it into her pussy.  She draped her legs over the end of the bed, and I got on the floor between her thighs.  I helped her off with her flowery panties and finally got a close look at how hard he fucked her.  Her pussy lips were visibly swollen and red.  There was a slight tear towards the bottom that wasn’t quite bleeding even though there were traces of blood in the crotch of her fresh panties.

It took a few minutes for the scent of the salve to overtake the smell of his sex all over her body.  As I applied more of the cream to her, I wondered how long it would be before she was ready for sex again.  I wondered if James were going to be coming back for seconds.  I wondered if maybe this wasn’t his first time.  I worked up the nerve to ask her to try and blow me again, but when I looked up at her, she was passed out from exhaustion.

Next to the side of the bed was her black thong panties that she had worn for James.  Impulsively, I reached for them.  Even though I was at eye level with my wife’s beautiful pussy, I only started getting hard when I imagined James taking off the black panties that was in my hands.  I imagined him breathing in my wife’s scent for the first time.  I pressed her used panties to my face and stared at her equally used pussy.  I reached into my boxers to pleasure myself.  I intentionally tried to make it last by making it slow with extra light pressure.  It was hopeless.  My senses were in overdrive.  I came in seconds as I thought about James lasting over thirty glorious minutes with my lovely wife.

Surprisingly my sex life has gotten infinitely better than it was.  I used to have sex with my wife maybe two or three times a month.  Ever since James has come into the picture, I have sex with sex her almost every time after he’s had her – usually two or three times a week – and I don’t mind sloppy seconds at all.  The only times I don’t have sex with her is when he spends the night on weekends.  I get the couch, which I don’t mind too much anymore.  So, yeah, you could definitely call me a happy cuckold.

Useless Cuckold in a Threesome – Part 1

Our sex lives seemed a little routine after almost eight years of marriage.  In retrospect, I think I should have been thankful I even had a sex life.  It was me who first suggested we try a threesome.  My gorgeous wife, Heidi, was against the idea from the start.  It took me pressuring and cajoling her for a few months before she even said she would entertain the idea.

We, actually more like I, decided to start looking for a suitable woman to join our bed.  Surprise, surprise, it was next to impossible to find a bisexual girl.  I even considered hiring a ‘professional’ to join us, but my wife was 100% opposed to that.  She said it was too dirty for her, and she wouldn’t consider spending a single penny on a ‘cheap whore’.

So, we were back to the drawing board when one morning before work my wife commented, “Why does it have to be a woman for a threesome?  Why don’t we find a guy instead?”  I paused for a moment, and at first the idea repulsed me.  I physically almost felt ill just hearing her say that.  My body tensed up, and I felt a burning sensation at the pit of my stomach.  I couldn’t even respond to my wife.  She noticed my discomfort and said, “Tell you what.  You find a nice looking guy, and we’ll do it.”  She jumped in the shower, and I just stood there for a few moments not knowing what to think.  The most shocking thing to me was that my dick was rock hard, and my wife saw it.

I wasn’t much use in work that day.  I kept thinking of what it would be like to have a threesome with my wife and another man.  My ideal threesome was with another woman.  In fact, I never entertained the notion of involving another guy.  I just assumed it could only be with another girl.  My emotions were in utter turmoil.  I was super charged in an extremely sexual fashion, but it was interlaced with jealousy and insecurity at the same time.  By the end of the day, I decided even though it turned me on that I couldn’t deal with it on emotional level of seeing my wife have sex with another man.  I gave up on my quest for a threesome, girl or guy, right then and there.

My wife, on the other hand, had different ideas.  When I got home, my wife’s car was already in the driveway.  I usually got home 30 mins or so before her on work days.  I thought it was odd.  As I walked in, I heard a guy’s voice somewhere in my living room.  My wife called out, “Hun, over in the kitchen.”  I walked up to the kitchen, and there was a handsome fellow sitting on a bar stool by our kitchen counter.  “I want you to meet, Joey.  He’s a bartender at the Mexican restaurant near my work.”  I said hello and shook hands with Joey.  As soon as I finished shaking his hand my wife said, “He’s going to make our threesome a reality today.”  I almost fainted on the kitchen floor.  I was stunned and speechless.

Joey and my wife laughed lightly, and Joey said, “You okay Marty?  Get some water.  You look a little pale.”  Heidi handed me a bottle of beer instead to which I was most thankful.  Joey said, “You know, we don’t have to go through with this.  If you’re not okay with it, then I don’t mind stepping aside.”  I took another sip of beer, but I still couldn’t say anything.

Heidi said to Joey, “There’s towels in the closet next to the hallway bathroom.  Go ahead and take a quick shower and make your self comfortable.  Marty and I are going to freshen up in our bedroom, and we’ll come get you in a few.”  She took me by the hand and walked me to our bedroom.  Once in she sat me down on the bed and knelt before me.  She unlaced my shoes, and unfastened my belt.  Then she dropped my pants and my boxers.  My dick was rock hard.

She rubbed her skinny fingers along my shaft while she massaged my scrotum with her other hand.  “Honey, I won’t do this threesome unless you want to do it.  Don’t do it for any other reason other than it’s your fantasy too.”  She started lightly kissing and sucking on my balls.  Every now and then she would gingerly nibble on the skin between the balls.  She traced her tongue from the base of my balls all the way up the shaft and to my reddish-purple tip.  Precum was oozing from my penis.  She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip and a little rope of cum dangled from my dick to her lips.  I wanted her to suck me so bad.  She stopped stroking me and got up towards the shower.  “Do you want to do this baby, or should I just call this whole thing off?”  I was so charged up and wanted sex so bad, that I would have done anything to get her to blow me.  The feelings of jealousy and insecurity only made me more horny for sex.  I said let’s do it.

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A Comfortable Cuckold

I was killing time just pacing around a store when my fiance finally called.  “Come over…now.”

Everything okay?

Yeah, he wants to talk to you.

Huh, did you….

No.  Just come over.  Now, please.  And, she hung up.

I started thinking what could have happened?  Why does he want to talk to me?  I called back Mary’s cell, but she didn’t answer.  Went to voice mail.  I starting thinking back a couple of hours before.

We woke up earlier knowing today was going to be strange.  The landlord of our condo wanted to meet with us personally to make arrangements presumably to move out.  We were 2 and half months behind in rent, not to mention behind on the electric bill (we were making payments), and just had one of our cars repo’d.  The year before I got promoted, and my fiance quit waitressing.  A few months ago, my base salary dropped and was supposed to be increased by a new commission structure that didn’t quite work out.  Then I got laid off.

The landlord was always nice to us.  He was especially kind to Mary.  He let us use our deposit to pay a month’s rent.  He let us use the last month’s rent to pay for a month’s rent.  He even let us slide with half a month’s rent.  But, we got stuck catching up, and figured we would probably get evicted soon.

It was Mary’s idea to see if she could persuade Ernie for more time.  She said she would dress a “little slutty” and come on to him a little.  I said, “Yeah, right.  No way.”  She said, “What else are we going to do?  I’m not going to sleep with him.  Just flirt a little.  He likes me.”

I said, “Not enough to pay the rent.  Let’s see if he can extend us a month, and we can use out tax refund to get ahead.”  She said, “We can try that.  Trust me.  Let’s pick out something sexy for me to wear.”

Blowing Cuckold Kisses

Blowing Cuckold Kisses

With that, I helped my fiance get her outfit together.  She picked a tight mini-skirt that was more like a big belt on her.  It showed off more of her ass than it covered.  She has long legs, but this skirt made her legs seems like they went on forever.  You could see her tiny black thong panties whenever she reached for something.  She painted her toenails & fingernails bright red, and slipped into a pair of impossible black high heels.  The top she chose was a basic white t-shirt a couple of sizes to small for her that accented her b-cup size chest.  Her boobs aren’t the biggest, but they looked like they were a good size in that shirt.  A few spritzes of perfume, some lotion over her legs, and she was looking way hot.

She answered the door.  When he came in, and you could tell he was pleased.  We sat down, exchanged some small talk, and then he started in by saying that he couldn’t justify keeping us on a lease.  I told him about the tax refund we were anticipating, and he pointed out that would still not get us to a break even point.  He said if we couldn’t get current and give him a check that he would have to serve us and get the eviction process started.  I started to respond and my fiance put her hand on my arm and asked if I would go get some cigarettes.  I was thinking what the hell since we don’t smoke.  She looked at my eyes and it was like a message for me to leave.  I excused myself, got the keys & drove to the store where I got her call.

When I got to the condo, she was sitting with her legs crossed on the recliner, and you could see a lot of her thighs and legs the way she was sitting.  He was sitting on the loveseat with his hands on his lap.  He patted the seat next to him.  “Your girlfriend says that she would give me a blowjob to get things to work out.”  I shot a quick glance her way, and she pouted a little and shot me a dirty, mean look.  He said, “I don’t ordinarily make arrangements like that, but, I might consider it with you guys.”

I said, “Wait a sec…”

He cut me off, “Hear me out.  Hear me out.  I realize you need a little push forward.  A little help.  I can help you.  Thing is, I won’t do anything without your permission.”  He paused and looked at her and then looked at me.  My fiance was staring down as her feet twirled one of her high heels.  My mind was swirling.  I was thinking wouldn’t it have been better if they just did it and never told me?  Before I could say anything, Mary spoke up.

“Look, baby, it’s no big deal.  We really need this.  I am not moving back home to your mom’s.  This is it.  Don’t mess this up.”  Her eyes and expression reminded me of a wounded animal.  She was pissed and scared at the same time.  I was getting ready to shake my head no, and she reiterated, “It’s nothing.  It means nothing.”  I solemnly nodded yes, and then got up to walk out.

Ernie said, “Now hold on.  You need to be here.  I don’t need some sexual harassment thing or whatever coming back at me.”  I said, “No way.  Just do it.”  As I started to open the door to leave, he said, “Fine.  No deal.”  I stopped, and he stood up to leave.  My fiance jumped up and walked over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, “Hang on.  He’ll stay.”  I closed the door as she dropped to her knees.

I walked over to the recliner, and he motioned for me to sit on the loveseat.  I could see my fiance’s skirt hiked up showing her skinny ass barely covered by her thong floss panties.  She was kissing his crotch through his pants, and you could see his hardness.  He had one of his hands reached out on top of the sofa  and the other stroking Mary’s blonde hair.  She started unfastening his belt and pants as he stepped out of his shoes.

For someone doing as well as he was, it was funny to see that he was wearing basic white briefs.  My wife started kissing and putting her mouth over him through his underwear.  She tugged his underwear down to his ankles and when she looked up there was a fat penis dangling near her face.  His dick was really dark compared to his skin.  It looked almost reddish, black in contrast to his skin.  It was really thick and had nasty veins all over it, and he wasn’t fully hard yet.

Looking Innocent

Looking Innocent

My fiance went straight for his balls.  They were fairly large, one hanging a lot lower than the other.  She started licking his nuts from the bottom almost near his asshole.  The more she licked, nibbled, and sucked, the tighter his balls constricted.  I noticed string of precum drip that went from the tip of his dick into my fiance’s hair.  He liked the things she was doing to his penis.

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Cuckolded by a Vengeful Wife

I have to admit I was an arrogant asshole to my wife on more than a few occasions.  Usually after a long day of work, when I got home I didn’t really want to spend a half an hour talking about what a good deal she got at Target or how long it took her to get her nails done.  She was a stay at home mom, and sometimes I had a hard time listening to how much spilled out of a diaper or whatever.

I came home on a Monday night, grabbed a beer, kicked off my shoes and started watching football.  She started in with her shopping adventures and I was trying to listen to a replay, so I snapped at her to be quiet.  She got a little pissy, and went to the kitchen.  After halftime, I realized what a jerk I was being.  I tried making up with her, but she was being a royal bitch.  I checked in on dinner, and she basically told me to make it myself.

So, I grabbed my keys, and took off rather than put up with her BS.  She called the cell and asked where I was going, and I told her anywhere away from her.  She launched in with the nagging and moaning, so I just hung up on her and didn’t answer any of the next twenty calls she placed to me.

I called my friend Kev and we decided to grab some fast food and go back to his apartment to watch the game.  After the game was over, we got to talking, and then decided to go to a strip club for a couple of hours.  The strip club was a real trashy place in an industrial part of town, and the girls there weren’t the best I had ever seen.  But, it was cool hanging out with Kev.  We both got a couple of table dances and a few beers.  It was fun.

Around 11 I called my wife and said I was on my way and not to worry.  Her voice sounded throaty and the only thing I understood her saying was Happy Anniversary.  I instantly felt bad because I had forgotten our anniversary.  There was nowhere I could get flowers this late, so on my way to the house, I grabbed a couple of flowers from the garden and figured I could use my charm.

The kids were in bed and the lights were out, so I creeped into the bedroom.  She had the bathroom lights on and she was sitting up in the bed.  I sheepishly handed the flowers to her, and said happy anniversary.  She was not pleased.  She said I smelled like cigarettes.  I told her I went to a sports bar and was just hanging out with Kev to unwind and not be so stressed.  Her cheeks were red, but she wasn’t crying.  Her breathing was fast, and she was talking kind of low.  “You’re an asshole going to a titty bar on our anniversary.”  Feigning shock, I said, “What?  We went to a sports bar, babe.  I swear.  You can call Kev and ask.”  She replied, “Then where you get all the glitter from?  And the lipstick smear on your sleeve?”

I took a long pause trying to come up with something.  I said, “Okay.  I am sorry.  I didn’t realize it was…”  She cut me off and told me to stop explaining.  I sat next to her, and she took a swing at me.  I grabbed her by the wrist and told her to relax.  Let me explain.  She tried to swing at me again, so I pinned her arms down on the bed and then she started bucking like a wild horse trying to get away.

Suddenly, I felt a solid blow to the side of my face and nose that dropped me to the side of the bed.  I thought she somehow twisted her leg around to kick me.  I tried getting up, but I kept stumbling at the side of the bed.  My nose was pouring blood, and my head was spinning.  I had a concussion I would later figure out.  I was straddling the end of the bed on my knees and holding my nose to try and stop the blood.

I felt Michelle undo my belt and pull my pants down.  She pulled my boxers down.  The next thing I felt was her swinging the belt on my lower back and ass.  It was like I was drunk, and I couldn’t defend myself.  I slipped down to the floor, and she was still swinging at my legs and back.  I got in a fetal position, and she eventually stopped swinging at me with the belt.  My ears were ringing, and then from the dresser mirror, I saw a figure in my room.  There was a black guy sitting on a chair near the corner of the bedroom.  He must have been the one who knocked me down.

Michelle and he were talking and looking down at me.  I couldn’t make out their words.  The next thing I know, she is on her knees between his legs taking off his basketball shorts.  After she pulled off his shorts, she stood in front of him and started grinding her ass on him.  She had on pj bottoms and a white tank top.  It was like she was giving him a table dance, except his shorts were at his ankles.

Wife Cuckolding Me with BBC

Wife Cuckolding Me with BBC

He reached up and started groping my wife’s chest.  She didn’t have a bra on, and I could see his black fingers going under her tank top.  Then he held her by her hips and pulled her down on his dick.  He put his thumbs at the tops of her pj’s, and in a flash she was stepping out of her pj’s revealing white lacy thong panties.  She started grinding her thonged ass on his dick, and you could sense his stimulation.  My wife was really turning him on.  Then my wife took off her panties and placed them on his erect cock.

It was like my wife’s panties were a little flag, and his black cock was the flagpole.  She walked over to me in nothing but her tank top and said something about enjoying the show.  I was still a little groggy.  She then climbed onto the sides of the chair and while facing me lowered herself onto his dick.

The contrast of his purple-black dick entering my white wife’s velvety pink vagina was startling.  His dick was enormous and thick.  Her pussy was small and tight.  His skin was a deep black.  Her skin was a creamy white.  He had a think layer of curly pubic hair around his legs and pubic area.  She was clean shaven.

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