My wife and I had been married several years when, looking to ad some spice to our sex life, we began experimenting sexually with other people. Our first experience was with a handsome, Hispanic police officer, whom she seduced in our apartment one night after she’d had enough booze to lose her inhibitions.
That night, I discovered how incredibly exciting and stimulating it is to watch my beautiful, blond wife fuck another man. We both enjoyed it so much that we invited Officer Franco back for an encore performance the following week.
Blondie gave him the full treatment, greeting him at the door in a short sexy dress and spike heels, then dancing and stripping to black garter belt, nylons and shelf bra before giving him an enthusiastic blowjob and fucking his eyeballs out. Needless to say, the lusty lawman became one of my wife’s “regulars” guys who were invited back frequently for evenings or weekends of sexy fun.
After that first walk on the wild side, we tried many other variations of sexual adventuring with more men, couples and even the occasional single woman. After much experimentation, we finally agreed that the most exciting scenario for both of us was her having sex with a man or men while I watched, took photographs and got my turn after her partner had cum in her. That, I had discovered, was the most exquisite sexual sensation there is, sticking my cock in my gorgeous Blondie’s hot, cum-filled pussy, just moments after another man had ejaculated in her.
Let me take a moment to describe my wife for you as she looked in those days. Blondie was a short, 5’2”, very pretty, very sexy, bottle blond. She wore her hair in a short to medium-short cut, changing the style occasionally, but never the color away from platinum.
Her given name was actually Belinda but from the very first time she had bleached her hair platinum in high school, she had become Blondie to one and all, even her own f****y.
Appropriately enough, she actually bore a bit of resemblance to the pretty cartoon character and had taken to the nickname agreeably. Say the name Blondie to anyone associated with real estate in our area and they immediately knew the sexy, successful agent you were referring to.
Blondie's small, lovely face was almost heart shaped with a high forehead, large expressive brown eyes and a perky, slightly pointed nose. But the prime jewel in this lovely crown was her luscious, full-lipped mouth, with lips so soft and naturally rosy, they begged to be kissed. I’ve had more than one man tell me they could get hard just thinking about my wife’s glossy, lip-sticked mouth.
Having once worked as a cosmetician, she was always made up expertly, generally wearing heavier makeup than most women in the real estate business, but always in a way that served to enhance her natural sensuality.
Blondie took no special pains to exercise so she was a tad too buxom to be truly petite, but hers was a soft, ripe plumpness that seemed to exude an aura of fecundity and fertility. Her breasts were mid-sized and well formed, conical in shape, and as she matured into her thirties, they began sagging some, slightly but sensually, from firm round bases to nicely tapered rosy points, centered with perky pink nipples.
Beneath them she had a nicely indented waist flaring out over shapely hips. In her thirties, she began to develop a plump, slightly protruding tummy, typical of women in her age group that, if anything, added to her sexual appeal for most men.
Beneath that ripe, round little belly nested a neatly trimmed, hairy vee of dark brown, her natural hair color. She had a shapely pear of an ass and very pretty, well-formed legs tapering down to small feet.
Altogether, for her thirty-plus years, the woman carried a very hot, foxy package on her compact 5’1” frame. If you wished to sum up, my wife, Blondie, in a few words, the most apt description would be “short, stacked and very sexy.” The guys who got to fuck her couldn’t get enough of my hot little sexpot.
The man who did the most to alter the course of our sexual adventures was one of Blondie's regulars, a slim, attractive, very well hung (10 inches) CPA, named Charles, who had a libido to match his dick and a wife who didn't care to handle either. She knew he was fucking around but didn't mind that he was expending all that excess sexual energy with my wife, which made it easy for him to stay all night.
When Blondie got horny, she'd call Charles at work and they would arrange a little party, usually at our place but sometimes at a hotel in his nearby hometown.
Wherever it was, when Charles walked in the door, my wife would be eagerly awaiting his arrival in one of her many sexy outfits, usually spike heels and high-top hose worn with a garter belt or corset/waist cincher, under a sexy, body-hugging slip or a see-through negligee. Most of the time she wore black, but sometimes she'd go all white or pink, which looked dynamite with her blond hair and frosted pink nails and lipstick.
I absolutely loved watching my wife get ready for these sex parties with other men, or sessions, as we referred to them, knowing as I watched her preparations that she was excited and aroused, horny for the man who was on his way over to fuck her, Charles or whoever it might be coming for another piece of my wife.
When it was Charles, I'd fix him a drink and then sit back and watch while he and Blondie engaged in steamy foreplay. They would French kiss and fondle each other; he’d suck her erect nipples and finger her creamy pussy through her scanty panties. Blondie would be moaning with desire as she probed his mouth with her tongue and rubbed his cock through his slacks.
Eventually she would unzip his fly, take out his hard dick and start jacking him off while they continued kissing hotly and wetly. Then she would drop her head to his lap and begin licking and kissing his big dick until he was begging her to suck it.
Over time, I had found that watching my wife in heated foreplay with another man was almost as exciting as watching actual intercourse. Blondie was a great kisser with that full-lipped mouth and watching my wife kissing another man, whether hotly and wetly before or during sex, or lovingly and tenderly afterwards, was a uniquely stimulating form of eroticism. For some reason, I found this to be particularly true when she was stroking a man’s cock while she kissed him.
Usually, to prolong the foreplay and to keep the sexual tension building, I would interrupt the action and ask Blondie to dance for the man (or men when we invited a pair or trio) she was entertaining that night. This had become a part of our standard routine since our very first party with Franco; Blondie would step up on our over-sized, glass-topped coffee table and dance to pulsating rock music for her enthralled audience.
To sit there and watch my wife stripping, doing bumps, humps, grinds, squats and spreads for other men, often total strangers, was very thrilling. It was so much better than watching a club dancer because you didn't have to sit there with your hands on your beer fantasizing about what you would like to do to the babe on the stage. Here you could take your cock out and stroke it while you watched, which I always did and our guests usually followed my lead.
And what a mind-blowing sensation that was for most of them...being able to openly jackoff while watching my gorgeous blond wife strut her stuff. Of course, the most important difference was knowing that when this tantalizing, voluptuous, thirty-something, go-go girl came down from her stage they were definitely going to get to fuck her.
For her part, Blondie loved to watch men jacking off while she pranced about in panties, bra, garter belt, hose and heels. Usually, her panties were sheer see-throughs and her lacy shelf bras left her nipples exposed, so she was usually dancing nearly nude for them. Being an exhibitionist, dancing and stripping for strangers turned her on as much as her audience.
Sometimes she would encourage their participation by stepping down from her mini-stage, sitting on the edge of the coffee table with her feet on the floor and urging her guests to kneel between her spread legs and rub the heads of their cocks up and down her creamy pussy lips. She'd let them slip it in a couple of inches, giving them a preview of how hot and tight her pussy was going to feel when they finally got around to fucking; then she'd get back on her small stage and resume her dirty dancing.
I loved seeing my wife engage in all this teasing and visual foreplay, especially when she’d end her dancing by stepping down and straddling a guy, rubbing her hot, creamy pussy lips up and down his cock until it slipped inside her. That, we all know, is a fantasy that every guy who ever watched a stripper or a go-go girl has had: having that gorgeous, sexy broad step down from that stage and sit on your hard cock. Thanks to my beautiful slut wife, there are a lot of men out there today who can say truthfully that they’ve actually had that happen to them.
Another fantasy Blondie made real for a lot of guys was that of stepping down from her stage and lying back on one end of the sofa or on a pallet on the floor with her legs spread, playing with her exposed pussy for her admiring audience. She had a variety of vibrators and dildos, which she would use to make herself come again and again as they watched her and masturbated.
Many of these guys would tell me how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife who would do this; they couldn't get their wives or girlfriends to do it for them no matter how hard they begged. I reminded them of how fortunate they were to have found their way to my wife, who was glad to engage in mutual masturbation with them.
Blondie did not deny them if they wanted to shoot their hot semen on her breasts or belly or neat bush as she bucked and humped her hips in the throes of her own self-induced orgasms. Of course, they were also welcome to expend themselves in that voluptuous, full-lipped mouth or in that hot pussy.
As for me, I found it exceedingly stimulating to watch my wife lay back with her legs spread and let total strangers, men we had picked up in a bar, perhaps less than an hour earlier, jack off while getting the steamiest show of their lives.
One night, while Blondie was putting on just such a show for Charles, I commented to him that one of my own, unfulfilled fantasies was that of watching my gorgeous blond wife dance and play with her pussy like this for a black man. Charles was instantly intrigued, saying that he'd always wanted to watch a beautiful, blond, white woman get fucked by a big-dicked black stud.
We began teasing Blondie about the prospect of getting some black dick, maybe one even bigger than what Charles had; and she played along, teasing back, asking Charles if he'd really like to see that, and, if so, then maybe she'd do it.
Talking about her fucking a black guy made the action even hotter than usual that night. Later, after he had fucked my wife three times with that 10-inch cock and was preparing to leave, Charles asked us if we were serious about the black guy thing. He said he knew someone who’d probably be very happy to fulfill our fantasy.
Blondie balked, when she realized this was going beyond the fantasizing stage, but finally said she'd give it some thought. I gave Charles a very sexy picture of Blondie in heels, hose and garter belt, to show his black friend.
Two weeks later Charles called to inform us that he'd finally had a chance to meet with this fellow, Tommy, and show him the picture. He said Tommy had wanted to come over right then but Charles had told him he had to talk with us first. When I told Blondie, she was reluctant to agree. Raised in the Deep South, she knew what we were considering was the ultimate taboo, absolutely the worst thing a respectable white woman could do. It hadn’t been that many years since black men and white women had been tarred, feathered, even murdered for miscegenation.
But that was precisely the attraction for an already very naughty girl, who had been fucking other men on a regular basis for years now. After all, her first lover had been Hispanic and she had since fucked several other Latinos and loved it. And she did get turned on fantasizing about black studs. Why not go ahead and break the biggest taboo; find out if the stereotypes about black men and their sexual prowess were really true?
I used this logic with her and eventually she agreed to meet this black man. I called Charles immediately and told him to bring Tommy over the coming Friday evening. We were going to find out about those stereotypes finally, one way or the other.
When Blondie began getting herself ready Friday evening, I suggested she dress just as she normally did for Charles. She refused, saying she wanted to be fully clothed until she made up her mind about the situation. However, I was finally able to persuade her that this could possibly be the most erotic event of her life and she should be attired accordingly. When Charles walked into our living room with this very tall, slim, so-so looking, black man, my beautiful wife was waiting for them in her usual sexy outfit of heels, hose, garter belt and lacy black negligee.
She was an enchanting blond vision and Tommy couldn't stop staring. The black shelf bra she was wearing pushed her erect, pink nipples up against the see-through lace of her black negligee so that they were readily exposed to her guests. The dark pubic hairs of her mons were clearly visible through the filmy black bikini panties she wore. Her flaxen hair was pinned back in a way that fully exposed her soft, pale neck, which was sensually encircled by a rhinestone studded, black velvet choker. The few inches of supple, ivory thigh between her stocking tops and her sheer, black panties emphasized her innate whiteness.
She was an absolute stunner. I had never seen her looking more seductive and I realized that she was so glowingly radiant tonight because she was aroused by letting a black man see her like this; for the very first time, she was letting a black man look at her nearly naked body and she was clearly excited with what that portended.
Regrettably, she looked too damned good; Tommy, and I honestly didn't blame him, simply couldn't resist grabbing my gorgeous, glowing wife and kissing her very f***efully before we had even gotten drinks served. Blondie, taken by surprise, resisted him, pushing him away and running to the bedroom.
We all three stood there looking inanely at each other, until I quietly explained to Tommy that he was going to have to move more slowly if this were to succeed. We agreed that it might be wise to let Charles fuck her first to get her going. Charles and I both knew that once my wife started fucking she didn’t want to stop until she’d fucked every man present.
I then went to the bedroom and talked with my still unconvinced wife. She reminded me that she had only agreed to this conditionally and besides, she complained, Tommy wasn’t as attractive as she’d hoped he’d be.
Knowing she had to be incredibly horny, I appealed to her libidinous side, pointing out that he was a big guy (my diminutive wife loves fucking big men) and according to Charles, very well endowed. I reminded her that even if she decided not to fuck him tonight, she could still get some of Charles' big dick and let Tommy watch. She finally sighed and confessed,
"You're right, Sugar, he is big and that turns me on as you well know."
When I said nothing she continued,
"And I have been horny all week thinking about getting some strange cock."
Suddenly my wife's lovely face broke into a bright smile and she said,
"OK, Sweetie, give me a minute to fix my lipstick."
A few minutes later she strutted back into the living room, smiling as if nothing had happened.
We shared a joint; I was sure after a few hits, she would relax and let her lust take over. I had turned all the lamps down low so the room was warmly dim; easy rock music was playing softly in the background; soon we were all feeling tranquil.
There was, however, an aura of primal sexuality in that room that you could have cut with a knife. Two men, one of them black, were sitting here looking at my half-naked wife, just waiting for the opportunity to fuck her.
My wife in turn, was obviously aroused and prepared for sex; she just needed some time for her southern inhibitions to be overwhelmed by her desire to fuck a black guy. Seeing the dope was working, I suggested to Blondie that she sit next to Charles. As I hoped, as soon as their bodies touched, the situation turned electric; they began kissing hungrily, and Charles quickly got a finger inside her, causing her to respond heatedly. Tommy and I sat quietly on the other wing of the sofa watching; I cautioned Tommy to be patient and just observe for the time being.
My cock-craving wife was hotter than she'd ever been with Charles and I knew she would fuck him, regardless of whatever else might transpire. And I could sense that the presence of this strange black man was going to make the sex more exciting than ever before. Blondie soon had Charles’s erect penis liberated and she began blowing him with a lusty fervor.
With her glistening red lips around the head of Charles’s cock, she looked wide-eyed over at Tommy, directly into his eyes. Holding that steady, teasing stare, she took Charles’s cock out of her mouth, smiled flirtatiously at Tommy and licked her lips before resuming her sucking with a new intensity. I saw that performing for Tommy was turning her on. With that look she’d given him, she was saying,
"Watch this, you big, black stud; just sit there and watch while I suck this big ol’ white dick."
Tommy was unquestionably stimulated by the sight of this pretty blond sucking that big dick and he started to move in a couple of times; I quietly cautioned him to wait. Moments later, Blondie took Charles’s cock from her mouth and looked up at him; still stroking his cock, she cooed,
“Fuck me, Charles; come on, Baby, fuck me now; I’m ready, Baby, I want your cock in me now, Lover. Come on, Baby, I’ve been horny all week waiting for tonight.”
Charles immediately stood up and began removing his clothes. My wife slipped her panties off, then lay back on the couch and spread her legs, waiting for her lover to enter her. Again she looked into the watching black man’s eyes and smiled naughtily. As Charles mounted her and began working that big ten-inch dick into her, she maintained a defiant eye contact with Tommy as if she were saying,
“You’re just gonna have to sit there and watch while I give this white man what I know you want so badly, you big ol’ black stud.”
Grunting with pleasure and murmuring encouragement to Charles, she held the black man’s gaze until her lover was all the way in, her eyes conveying the unspoken message to Tommy that if he were patient, maybe, just maybe, he would get his turn. Only then did she finally turn away and begin kissing Charles, settling into a steady rhythm, fucking him to the beat of the stereo. I felt then, with absolute certainty, that my wife’s teasing of Tommy with those sexy looks was surely visual foreplay; she had made up her mind to fuck her first black dick tonight.
As the momentum of their heated mating built, I quietly whispered to Tommy to get ready. When he dropped his slacks and shorts, I was impressed, to say the least. He was everything we'd always heard about black men and their endowments. His erect cock bobbed up and down almost a foot out in front of him (we later determined it was just under 11 inches) and it was thicker than Charles’s cock. I knew my wife would never be able to resist the temptation of getting fucked by such a huge cock. She’d never had one that big and while she, like most women, sometimes proclaimed that size wasn't everything, it was usually the hung guys, like Charles, whom she preferred as regular partners.
Charles leaned back while continuing to pump in and out of my eagerly responding wife, giving Tommy room to lean over and knead Blondie's breasts with his huge black hands. As he rolled her nipples between his long fingers that huge cock bobbed closer to her face, until she reached out and wrapped her small white fingers around it and began a slow stroking motion. Tommy leaned in closer and Blondie looked up into his eyes in surrender, then pulled his cock down to her mouth and began kissing and licking the shiny purple head. Turning to face it directly, she opened her mouth and took it in while she continued meeting Charles thrust for thrust.
For the first time ever, I was watching my wife suck a black dick, a huge black dick; and I knew she was just getting it primed to go in her pussy as soon as Charles shot his load. Tonight my wife, this pale belle of the south, was finally going to get fucked by a black man and I was actually trembling with anticipation. For that matter, Blondie appeared to be, as well.
It didn't take long; Blondie continued meeting Charles’s thrusts as he picked up the tempo. The sight of my beautiful, blond wife, his steady piece of ass for the past couple of years, sucking a black dick while he fucked her, was enough to make Charles cum fairly quickly, unusual for him. Even before his spasms of ejaculation had fully ended, he pulled back hurriedly, making room for Tommy to move between Blondie's legs and replace him. They accomplished this so expertly there wasn't time for Blondie to protest had she wanted.
Charles’s big dick had stretched my wife’s tight pussy and his cum was oozing out of her, creating a hot, liquid lubricant for Tommy. When Tommy reached down to guide his member into her, Blondie dug her heels into the sofa, arched her back and spread her legs wide, welcoming her new lover, her first black lover. That huge hunk of thick, black meat went into her like a knife in butter and my pretty wife suddenly had almost a foot of hard, thick, black cock buried in her pussy to the hilt.
Blondie let out a groan of pleasure, then wrapped her legs around Tommy's back and began slowly squirming her hips, fucking him back, cautiously at first, but then with growing intensity. Looking up through slitted eyes at the young black man looming over her, my lovely wife crooned to him,
"Oh yeeaasss, yes, yes, yes, Baby, fuck me, fuck me fuck me! Give me that black dick, Stud; oh god yeeaass, give me that big, black dick, Baby!"
Charles and I grinned at each other, very aware that my wife had just opened up more than her legs; she had just opened up a whole new realm of sexual adventures.
Tommy raised Blondie's legs to his shoulders where her come-fuck-me pumps rested, stiletto heels pointing straight up, then began to pound in and out of her like a jackhammer. Blondie gripped his forearms and groaned with pleasure. She loved to get fucked this way. One of her regulars, a young attorney, fucked her like this and she couldn’t get enough of him. She was conveying her newfound pleasure to Tommy as she moaned,
"Oh god yes, that feels so good, Lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my white pussy, Baby, fuck me with your big, black dick," over and over like a mantra.
I was elated; there lay my wife with a black man, a total stranger, between her legs, pumping his huge black dick in and out of her, the biggest cock she’d ever had. And, best of all, the slut was absolutely loving it! Defying all her upbringing, she was doing the unthinkable for a southern white woman, fucking a black man.
And with her husband sitting here watching, jacking off, shaking with excitement and triumphant that he’d finally gotten her to do it. She was making it good for him, too; he was moaning loudly as he hammered that hard black dick into my wife’s soft white belly.
Unfortunately, in this first experience with miscegenation, the mating did not last all that long; Tommy was simply too intense and driven with the pleasure of fucking this beautiful blond white woman to hold back his climax for long. I watched fascinated as he bucked and slammed his ebony thighs against my wife's upturned, round, white ass, shooting his searing African seed deep into her womb. Blondie was meeting his spasmodic thrusts with her own, exhorting her first black lover,
“Cum in me, Baby, oh god fucking yeeaass, fill me up, Baby, shoot my pussy full, Lover, oh yeeaass give me your black cum, Stud, fill my sweet white pussy up!”
And that’s exactly what that young black man proceeded to my pretty white wife until his climactic spasms finally subsided. Tommy remained inside Blondie for a few more minutes, moaning with pleasure and slowly rotating his pelvis against her cunt until she finally patted his forearm and told him she needed to pee.
What a sight it was to behold, for the very first time, as a softening, but still huge, cum-slickened, black cock came sliding out of my wife’s cum-filled pussy. Blondie's pink, hairy twat was a sticky, matted mess after milking two big loads of cum out of two very big dicks. I was thankful we had remembered to put a towel on the sofa earlier. Holding the cum-soaked towel between her legs, she excused herself and quickly headed for the bathroom.
Charles, Tommy and I all grinned at each other, satisfied and pleased that we had gotten her to do it. I went into the kitchen to make fresh drinks and overheard Tommy exclaiming to Charles,
“Man, you wasn’t exaggerating when you showed me that picture; that bitch is fuckin’ beautiful, Man, a fuckin’ righteous piece a’ ass, Man. An’ her pussy’s just as tight as you tol’ me. Man, that ho’ got some fine-ass, good fuckin’ pussy!”
It sent a little shiver through me hearing a black man refer to my wife as a bitch and a ho’ but I realized that’s just what she was to him, a whore, a cheap slut who invited total strangers into her home and fucked them while her husband watched.
When I returned to the living room with the drinks, Tommy looked up at me from the couch where he sprawled naked, grinned toothily and asked,
“You gonna let me fuck your pretty lady agin’ tonight, Man? I hope you’ll let me get some more of that fine, tight pussy, you know, Man?"
He looked over at Charles and winked as he continued,
"Yeah, b*o, I done cummed too fast that time cause she so fuckin’ tight; nex’ time I want to take it nice and slow and really enjoy that fine white pussy.”
He grinned confidently and smirked,
“Yeah, Man, I wanna take it nice and slow and make yo’ hot little honey squeal and squirm, oh yeah, Man, ol' Tommy he gonna make your ol' lady squeal and squirm, b*o.”
Charles was grinning from ear to ear. I smiled at Tommy and said,
“Well, Tommy, I expect that’s up to her whether you get to fuck her again or not; but judging from the way things have gone so far, I’d say your chances are pretty good. She very rarely just fucks a guy once and sends him away. Based on your past experiences with my wife in situations like this, wouldn’t you agree, Charles?”
He grinned again and nodded emphatically at Tommy. I left them and took a fresh drink in to Blondie in the bathroom where she was putting on more makeup. She gave me a very sexy, sultry smile in the mirror and asked,
"Well, are you happy now, Sugar, that your little white wife has finally fucked a big black stud?"
I grinned and replied, "Yeah I sure am, especially since my hot pants wife so obviously enjoyed it. How does it feel, Miss Southern Belle, to know you just fucked almost a foot of black dick and let a black stranger cum inside you, a black man you'd never laid eyes on until little more than an hour ago?”
She just smiled her naughty-girl smile into the bathroom mirror and crooned,
"Mmmmmmmm, delicious, Sweetie, absolutely delicious. God, what a cock he’s got! It’s got to be the biggest one I’ve ever had and it felt so wonderful, Sugar, just fucking wonderful. What a nice, big, thick, beautiful dick, Baby! If he’d just lasted longer I’d probably have been able to cum with him.”
She looked thoughtful for a moment, smiled her sluttiest smile and purred,
“Ooooh, wouldn't that be sexy, cumming with him, cumming all over his big dick while he was cumming in me? Mmmmm, yeas, wouldn't it though?"
Then with a mischievous smile, she said,
"But I don’t think that boy could’ve held back if he wanted to, you know, Sugar?”
Lifting her eyebrows inquisitively, she asked,
“What’d he say, did he like it? Was I nice and tight for him?”
I had to laugh at that before sputtering,
“Are you k**ding? He’s sitting in there right now with a huge boner just waiting for you to come back and fuck him again, Baby. He’s so fuckin’ horny he’s fuckin’ honkin’ you know.”
I grinned and told her,
“Yeah, the boy says he wants to take it nice and slow this time and make my hot little honey squeal and squirm.”
Blondie smiled wickedly and purred,
“Oooooh, wants to make me squeal and squirm does he?”
My sexy little slut wife winked into the mirror and sighed,
“You know, I feel soooo wicked, Darlin; if my folks and the people I grew up with in Baton Rouge knew what I was doing tonight they would absolutely die, wouldn’t they Sugar?”
With an afterthought she exclaimed,
"Omigod! And the women I work with!"
When I grinned she continued,
“Wouldn’t we have some fancy explaining to do if he got me pregnant? A little black baby would be awful hard to explain to our families, wouldn’t it now?”
She winked again and sighed,
“I probably should have made him wear a rubber but I just didn't want him to; I wanted to feel him cumming in me; that's the thing I like most about fucking other men, you know, letting them cum in me, unprotected."
She gave me a sly, naughty smile in the mirror and murmured,
“And it was really exciting with a black guy. I could feel him cumming, you know.”
Glancing down at her inner thigh, she said,
"If quantity counts, he damn sure came enough to make me pregnant; look, Sugar I’ve already wiped my pussy out twice and it's still running out of me; he really shot a big load."
Blondie was on the pill, but it certainly wasn’t 100 percent protection and there hadn't been time to even consider a rubber, even if she'd wanted him to use one. She had fucked him bare and now the risk that Tommy's big black dick might have impregnated her just added to the excitement.
I told her to hurry up and come back to the living room...the night wasn't over yet. I said,
“You know, you’re probably one of very few women in the world who has ever had the pleasure of fucking two guys with ten-plus inch dicks one right after the other.”
My slut wife smiled smugly into the mirror as I continued,
“And now they’re sitting in there in our living room, waiting to fuck you again, Sweetheart.”
She grinned wickedly and said,
"What about you? I don’t suppose my husband wants to watch that big black stud fuck his sweet little ol’ white wife again, hmmm?"
I just grinned and she continued,
"Mmmm, hmmm, yeah, fuck your wife nice and slow and make her squeal and squirm around with his big ol’, black dick in her; that's what you and Charles want to see,isn't it, Sweetie?"
She moved against me, pressing her exposed breasts into my chest; pulling my head down she gave me a hot, open-mouthed kiss and purred teasingly,
"Well you’re all three in luck tonight, Sugar-pie; now you just go on back in there and tell that young black stud your hot little honey will beback in there in a few minutes and she's gonna and let him fuck her nice and slow, just like he wants, OK?”
I grinned happily and she finished,
“Now go tell those horny studs not to get impatient; tell 'em your wife will be out in a minute; she needs to fix her hair and makeup. I mean, after all, Sweetie, you do want me to look pretty for my young black stud when I let him fuck me nice and slow, don't you, Husband Dear, hmmm?"
Going back to the living room, I grinned at Tommy and said,
“You’re in luck, b*o; she liked your idea of a nice slow fuck. She’ll be out in a minute; she’s fixing herself up; says she wants to be pretty for you, OK?”
The naked young black man on my couch grinned confidently and said emphatically,
Five minutes later, when she stepped back into the dimly lighted living room, hair brushed and makeup redone, Blondie was even sexier than before. Even in the diffused glow of the lamps, you could readily see that she now had that smoldering, fresh-fucked radiance about her that only passionate intercourse brings. And all four of us were grinning, realizing that conditions were now significantly different from when I had coaxed her in here previously.
What we all now clearly understood was that a nice, lady-like, southern white woman, this beautiful and oh-so-proper, successful real estate agent, had defied one of her society's greatest taboos: she had crossed the line and become a member of that small, exclusive, decadent sorority of white women who had willingly had sexual intercourse with a black man. She had willfully, even helpfully let him plant his African seed in her womb.
And now, here she stood, smiling, confident, aroused and obviously eager to continue her dissolute moral behavior and repeat her gross social infraction. Watching this prospect develop, I found the feelings going through me at that moment beyond verbal depiction. All I could do was grin foolishly and happily.
To get the action rolling again, I suggested to Blondie that she ought to put on a little show for her newest lover, perhaps sexy dancing and a striptease, to which she gladly agreed. She put on her favorite dancing music then mounted her coffee table stage. After dancing to just a couple of songs she had removed her negligee, bra and panties and was naked except for her garter belt, hose and "come-fuck-me" pumps.
It was incredibly erotic to watch my wife being such a total, wanton whore... dancing naked with nylon-clad legs spread, thrusting her pelvis at this black man, showing him everything she had to offer, holding nothing back, letting him look up between her spread legs and get a good close-up view of that dark, hairy cunt he had just pumped full of cum. Her pussy lips, slickly pink and swollen from fucking, were protruding through her dark pubic hair, winking enticingly down at her black stud.
Watching her now, I could see a glistening, pearlescent sliver of seminal fluid between her labia as she danced for her two lovers. Cum was still oozing out of her; several thin, shimmering lines of liquid ran unevenly from the slit of her cunt down to the tops of her nylons.
She was dancing hotter than I'd ever seen her dance for any other man, and I'd watched her do this routine for a lot of guys. And it was achieving the desired result; two big cocks were growing harder and harder as their owners sat back stroking them, soaking up my naked wife’s lewdness.
Observing this scene, I found myself contemplating our conversation in the bathroom; that a black man might get my wife pregnant was a fascinating thought. We’d heard all the stories about their penis size, their sexual prowess and their potency. Well, I’d just witnessed two out of the three; this stud was hung like a horse and had fucked my wife as vigorously as any man ever had. Perhaps his formidable appendage, penetrating her so deeply, had planted a budding, fertile seed in her womb that would impregnate her.
For sure, as she'd pointed out, he had certainly pumped enough semen in her to do the job; it had been streaming down her inner thighs when she got off the couch to go to the bathroom and was still running out of her when I took her a drink. Now there were still traces of it dribbling out of her as she danced for him.
The thought was, as I said, deliciously delectable in its deliberation: beautiful, blond, white, southern woman left pregnant after a tawdry, one-night stand with a young black stranger. Of course, she’d never carry the baby, but the thought of knowing forever afterward that a big-dicked, young, black stallion had gotten my wife pregnant carried with it a degree of sexual titillation I’d not experienced before.
I formed a picture in my mind of her dancing like this with her belly swollen and her breasts engorged with milk, dancing for a black man, the black man who’d made her pregnant. I pictured her fucking her black lover throughout pregnancy, taking load after load of his hot seed, obediently servicing his huge horse cock whenever he required relief.
I had never fantasized about such an occurrence before and found it exciting but troubling as well; I certainly did not ever want my wife to really get pregnant by any other man, but it was, without question, a delightfully decadent thing to contemplate.
It was also an utterly delicious feeling watching my beautiful white wife strut her stuff for this big black stud sitting there naked on my sofa, stroking his rock-hard cock as he followed her suggestive movements. I was almost disappointed when she finally stopped dancing and sat down between her twolovers on the sofa.
She began kissing Charles while both guys rubbed her erect nipples and fingered her creamy cunt. What an mind-blowing sight this was; there sat my wife, naked, between her white lover and her new black stud, a huge hard cock in each of her hands, moaning with lust, letting them know she was ready to be fucked again.
It didn't take long. Within minutes she stood up and led them into the bedroom where she got on the king bed between them. This time, the white man had to wait his turn as she indicated with a wiggle of her fingers that she wanted her black lover to fuck her first. She lay back smiling with legs spread, as he positioned himself to enter her. Looking into his eyes, she smiled invitingly and murmured,
“C’mon, Lover, fuck me nice and slow, nice and slow, just the way you want to, OK?”
Reaching down between them, she guided that black salami to her pink swollen pussy lips and emitted a small cry of pain as he pressed into her. When he hesitated, she grasped his muscular black buttocks and pulled him into her as she grimaced with pain and moaned loudly,
“No, Baby, don’t stop, don’t stop! I'm a little sore but I can take it Lover, give it to me, all of it, Baby, all of it, you hear?”
Opening her eyes slightly she smiled up at him and purred,
“I want your big ol’ beautiful black cock, Baby, all of it, all of your big ol’ black dick, Sugar, mmmm, hmmm, oh fuck yes I want it, Lover.”
Licking her lips she smiled and whispered,
“So you can make me squeal and squirm, Baby, OK? And so I can make you cum in me again, Stud, OK?”
When he grunted his agreement, my wife smiled knowingly up at this black stranger who was now her lover and asked coyly,
“You wanna come in me again, Stud? You wanna come in my white pussy again?”
Tommy groaned loudly that he indeed wanted to cum in her again. My wife smiled triumphantly at Charles and me and crooned reassuringly,
“Well come on you big black stud and do it. Come on, Baby, fuck my pussy nice and slow and when you’re ready you give little Blondie another load of your hot stuff, Lover, OK?”
With that, they began fucking slowly but in earnest, with my wife twisting and squirming her hips to match the rolling thrusts of his. And while she never actually squealed, that young black stud did make her moan and groan a lot for the next twenty minutes as he probed her soft white belly with that foot of thick, black cock.
Tommy tried to kiss her a couple of times, but Blondie turned her face away and he finally quit trying. At one point, I thought she was going to cum but she hadn’t done so by the time Tommy groaned loudly, gave a great shudder and began to pound into her with the explosive fury of his own climax. I watched, transfixed, as my wife’s first black lover came in her the second time.
When he finally rolled off of her, there was a sucking sound followed by a definite pop! as his big cum-slickened cock broke free. I had been standing at the foot of the bed jacking off while they fucked and now had a clear view of my wife’s cum-filled pussy. It was a shiny, sticky mess, her pubic hairs matted to her skin and Tommy’s semen running in a semi-clear, liquid stream down the cleft of her ass.
Standing there, I was seized with the sudden urge to lick that messy pussy, a feeling I’d not experienced before. I wanted to drop between her legs and lick her cunt clean. But Charles’ presence inhibited me and I fought back the urge. It would be a couple of years and several more black lovers before I finally overcame my squeamishness and acted on that urge.
But, then, that’s another story as they say. Let me know if you want to hear it.