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Archive name: reality.txt (MF, intr, wife-cheat)
Authors name: Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com)
Story title : Reality
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Reality (MF, intr, wife-cheat)
by Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com)
This is the first story I wrote. I put it together to
win a T-shirt from Penthouse Letters. Its kind of a
reverse-image of their usual story: I didn't think it
would be published. They put it on the cover! I didn't
like the way they edited the story: they removed the
edge, and mangled the one punch line. And I never got
the frigging shirt!
You don't have to send me a shirt, but I would
appreciate your advice and comments!
***
In the stories I've read, husbands are always willing
and eager to share their wives with another man. The
wives always still look like high school cheerleaders,
and all will abandon their good sense, morals and
inhibitions upon first sight of a big stiff cock,
especially a black one. All black men have thick ten-
inch cocks, which never lose their stiffness, even
after multiple massive ejaculations. All real people
are not like this. But some are.
***
My job requires that I live away from home and family.
I never worried about my wife when we were apart. We
thoroughly enjoy our catch-up time in bed whenever I
can manage a weekend at home.
When my son asked if one of his buddies could stay with
him, until the disruption caused by his parents'
divorce settled down, I saw no problem. I even talked
with Tony briefly several times when he answered our
phone. He seemed like a nice enough kid.
I met Tony, or "Pony" as his friends call him, when I
was able to arrange a long weekend at home last month.
He, my son, and some other guys were shooting hoops in
our driveway when I arrived. Tony turned out to be a
tall, athletically built young black man. His size,
strength and dark powerful presence was almost
intimidating. I couldn't imagine him being too
comfortable sleeping on our couch.
My wife, Joan, and I spent some time with friends out
in the backyard. It's the time of year when nature
seems all green and perfect, and all the trees and
plants are exploding with blooms and blossoms. The
house and yard were beautiful, and seemed well worth
the mortgage payments I mail out each month.
Joan had started an exercise program and was pleased
and proud of the results. She has always had nice legs
and magnificent breasts, but has had to struggle with
her weight. She was now trimmed and toned and looked
better than I had ever seen her.
I was anticipating our reunion in bed, but when she
left the bathroom wearing her thread-bare old "sleep
only" T-shirt, I knew there was a problem. She
explained that all the pollen had aggravated her
sinuses and given her a miserable headache. She asked
if I would just snuggle with her, and rub her neck and
temples until she could fall asleep. Her aspirin kicked
in and she slept. Eventually my erection subsided and I
slept too.
I awoke in the middle of the night. A cold stab of
irrational panic attacked me when I found her side of
the bed empty. I thought of Tony on the couch and fear
filled me. Bright moonlight from the windows revealed
her T-shirt at the foot of the bed. Her lingerie drawer
stood partly open.
I felt my way down the dark hallway to the kitchen.
Tony and Joan stood together by the table in front of
the patio doors. They were in a pool of moonlight,
which streamed through the French doors. I watched,
invisible in the dark hallway, as they shared a bowl of
pudding and a single glass of milk. He wore an
oversized pair of baggy sweatpants. She wore the
Frederick's nightie I'd bought her last Christmas.
She had worn it for me only once or twice.
The underwire cups made her 42D breasts seem impossibly
firm and full. Her nipples in the moonlight seemed
incredibly large and erect behind the lace, the shadow
of her cleavage impossibly dark and deep. Her thong
panties were just visible below the short skirt. Her
voice had the breathless husky tone I remembered from
our college dates. I could smell her perfume and a hint
of her vaginal juices. My heart felt like broken glass
as my world crashed around me.
"Why do they call you Pony," she asked.
"It's just a nickname," he said. Something twitched far
below the waistband of his sweats.
"But why Pony?" she breathed.
Something shifted the folds of cloth at his crotch
again.
"I think you have an idea why," he said. His fingers
toyed with the drawstrings of his sweats. "I'd have to
show you," he said. He pulled the strings taut and the
bows of the knot got a touch smaller. "Do you want to
see?"
"Yes," she whispered, "Show me."
The knot came undone. His sweats fell to his knees. His
cock was only half erect but was already ten inches
long and almost three inches thick. It bounced with his
heartbeat, stiffening and thickening as it jerkily rose
from his crotch. It rose to the horizontal, projecting
from his loins.
I could hear my wife's sharp intake of breath. "OH. MY
GOD," she said, "Why don't they call you Horse." She
crossed the space between them and knelt at his feet.
She pulled the sweats down to the floor and he stepped
out of them.
My wife knelt before this young stud and stared at his
monster cock inches from her nose. She seemed
fascinated by it and unable to move. Slowly one hand
came up, and she ran her fingertips along one side of
his massive cock, down and back. She put her thumb and
fingertips together at the tip of his cockhead, she
watched in fascination as the head wedged them apart as
her fist slid down the shaft to his balls. She cupped
and lifted those balls with her other hand, sizing and
weighing them as if to gauge how much they contained.
A single shiny pearl of precum appeared at his slit.
She extended her tongue full length and delicately
lapped it up.
He and I both groaned. She grinned at that, and began
licking the head, and then the bottom side of his
shaft, from tip to balls. He leaned forward and she
took his balls into her mouth. He moved her head back
and to the center and slid the tip of his cock around
her lips and face and up into her hair. She opened her
mouth and took in just the head of his prick.
I could see her cheeks bulge as her tongue worked
around the ridge where the head joins the shaft. She
had room for both hands to grasp and stroke the rest of
his horse size cock.
With a groan he began to thrust into her mouth. She
controlled the depth of his penetration with her hands.
She could take three, then four inches, then almost
half his length before it hit the back of her throat
and she gagged.
He stopped moving then, and let her work on him. She
bobbed her head back and forth on him, twisting and
stroking her hands on his shaft. She slid her mouth all
the way off, licked his cockhead frantically, tried to
pry more precum from his slit. She closed her lips at
the tip of his cock, then forced them over the head and
down as for as she could reach.
The muscles in Tony's thighs and buttocks clenched and
corded. His face formed a grimace and he snarled. I was
sure he was about to cum when my wife stopped. "I have
an idea," she said, "Come with me."
She led him by the cock through the doors and out onto
the patio. There is an upholstered lounge chair there.
She adjusted the reclining back of the chair, then sat
back upon it. She reclined with her neck at the top
edge of chair with her head over the back. She wiggled
and tried to adjust her position, moving Tony to stand
at her head.
He took this opportunity to expose her breasts. Her
nipples stood hard and erect between his fingers. Her
skin seemed to glow like silver in the moonlight, and
the contrast between his black skin and hers was
incredible. Her nipples gleamed after he alternately
attacked them with lips and tongue. She groaned as he
pinched both nipples between his two thumbs and
forefingers, and I think she came then for the first
time.
She found the position she wanted and pulled him to
her. She seemed to have been trying to lean her head
back far enough to align her mouth and throat on the
level of his cock. She put a hand on his butt, and the
other at the base of his cock to control his movement.
She pulled him forward or moved him back. She took his
cock in deeper and deeper, then pushed him back to rest
or breathe or to lick some more. She took him deeper,
until her lips met his hair and his full length was in
her throat. She took her hands away then, letting him
move freely, using her mouth as he wished.
Tony began to make full-length strokes into her mouth.
He would pull out until her lips closed around the tip
of his cock then thrust forward till her throat bulged
and his balls met her forehead. His hands pulled on her
breasts as he thrust into her, pushed away as he slid
out. He stayed deeper and moved faster until it seemed
impossible for him to delay his orgasm any longer.
At this point Joan stopped him again. She pushed him
back, moving his cock just outside her mouth. She
opened her mouth wide as a target, and began a two
handed milking motion toward it. After a few strokes
Tony exploded. His first spurt went long, striking her
breasts. The second hit her hair. The next were on
target, several falling in her open mouth before she
pulled him back in to suck and swallow the rest of his
massive load. She came again with him. She again took
him all in, cleaning the full length of his cock. When
it left her mouth it was erect again.
Her hand never left his cock as he moved to kneel on
the lounge beside her. Her panties were torn away, and
he used both hands to open the lips of her pussy. He
licked and sucked all around the area between her legs.
Joan placed her feet flat on the cushion and thrust
herself violently upward whenever he touched her
clitoris, or slipped his tongue into her. She screamed
as she came, with her body thrust as far forward and as
high as it was possible for her to rise.
Tony had to remove her hand from his cock before he
could rise to walk around to climb between her legs.
She rose on her elbows and watched as that immense cock
approached her tight little pussy. She sucked her
breath in between her teeth when the tip brushed her
clit while searching for the cleft. She winced as the
tapered head wedged her lips apart and began to stretch
her tight opening. She thrust her hips strongly upward,
screamed and orgasmed as she took in his massive
cockhead.
Tony paused there allowing her to attempt to adjust to
his size. He began a circular stirring motion that
seemed designed to open her further for him. He placed
her hand back on his cock and told her, "Control the
depth of penetration. Take all you can handle, but
don't let me hurt you". He began to thrust slowly into
her. Her hand gradually moved up the shaft as she could
accept deeper penetration.
As he approached full depth, he had less control of his
movement. He thrust into her faster and harder as his
breath came in ragged gasps. When his balls slapped her
ass he lost it, exploding into her as he cried out in
ecstasy. The flood of his sperm triggered her climax,
and she joined him in orgasm.
Afterward they sat side by side on the lounge,
regaining their breath. His cock was still partially
erect and her hand never left it. She absently stroked
it up and down. They kissed and caressed, but it seemed
to me awkward and uncomfortable.
They were again a "high school kid" and his "friend's mom".
They seemed to have no common ground for conversation.
I began to hope that this might be their only time
together. This might be a freak event never to be
repeated, a one time desire that had been forever
satisfied. I began to plan how I could overcome this,
and put our life back together.
"You love to play this game of Virgin Wife, don't you,"
He asked.
"Yes," she replied, "I love to have you seduce me over
and over. I love you, I love your big cock, I love the
things your friends do to me and the things they make
me do to them," she said.
"If you'll run and get the lube," he said, "I'll make
you take this big cock up your ass."
My hopes and dreams crashed around me as she rose to
her feet and headed into the house. My feet would not
move as she dashed down the hall toward where I stood
crying in the darkness. She crashed into me at full
speed, knocking both of us back.
She stared at me, and I stared at the moon lit sperm
shining on her hair and breasts, at their cum running
down her thigh. I couldn't think of a word to say to
her.
I still can't...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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