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Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck (MMF, intr, wife)
By Anonymous Author (2002)
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Prologue
Like many husbands I have had a long time fantasy of
watching my lovely wife, Mary Deanna, being fucked by a
Black man. For about as long as I can remember I had
dreamed of her sucking and fucking a big Black Cock while
I watched her and maybe even photographed or videotaped
her with her Black lover. I never expected her to
actually ever let any man fuck her other than myself, but
one has his dreams. In fact, I had only rarely broached
the subject of sex with another man with her, as she was
adamantly against it.
For you to better understand what eventually happened you
need to know a few things about my lovely but fairly
prudish wife. Mary Deanna was born and raised in the
South and it was inbred into her that no proper white
woman would associate with a Black man, let alone even
consider having sex with him! When I married my wife I
was the first man to have ever Fucked her. Right up to
our wedding day Mary Deanna refused to have sex with me,
saying she wanted to be "pure" when she came to the
marriage bed.
I must say I was quite happy when I deflowered her on our
wedding night. Seeing as she was a virgin, it wasn't the
most wildly sexual night I had ever spent, but quite
pleasing nonetheless. Sex with Mary Deanna was good and
as she became accustomed to it she became better at it
but was never in the category of an outstanding piece of
ass. She never did overcome her prudishness and wore only
conservative clothes and one-piece swimsuits. Mary Deanna
was real Lady in all of its connotations.
A soccer Mom, member of the PTA, sung in the church
choir, the epitome of the All American prim and proper
wife and mother. A Lady. And I was never able to get her
to do oral sex on me, although she loved it when I ate
her delectable pussy and climaxed strongly almost every
time. She said having a man's penis in her mouth was
"degrading and humiliating" and she wouldn't do it!
Another thing my wife wouldn't do was let me Fuck her in
the ass.
I have to admit that it never had a great appeal to me
but it would be nice to know my wife would yield all of
her holes to me. But alas, I had to be satisfied with
only her pussy. Another frustrating thing was she
wouldn't allow me to photograph her nude, saying women
who did were of "easy virtue".
As all marriages do, ours developed its routines and as
the years passed children were born and grew and sex
became more and more infrequent, although good when it
happened. Seems that after our 3 children were born, Mary
Deanna lost her interest in sex. This bothered me because
I could remember her wanting me to Fuck her so she could
get pregnant. Of course she didn't say Fuck because she
didn't use strong language either.
After about 15 years our sex life was infrequent and
dull. The usual bumps and grinds. Mary Deanna was not an
experimenter... she only liked sex in a bed. No bursts of
sudden passion in the car or on a deserted beach or in
the orchards around our country home. She didn't even
like to try various positions. The old missionary one was
just fine with her. Rarely would she condescend to do it
in any other position.
I think in 15 years I had only fucked once or twice
doggie style and only once with her on top. As a relief
for my building sexual frustrations, I found myself more
and more drawn into a fantasy world of Playboy type nude
models and the like, and best of all daydreaming about
Mary Deanna Fucking other men... white men, brown men,
yellow men, but most of all... Black Men.
Chapter 1
Anniversary Dinner
One day while we were in bed and I had just shot a load
into her still reasonably tight pussy, even though she
had had three children. I asked her if she had any sexual
fantasies. To my surprise she said she did and I asked
her what they were.
"Why do you want to know? she asked.
I told her I was just curious as to her sexual fantasies.
"I'll tell you what. You tell me your fantasies and I'll
tell you mine."
She looked at me and then said she had fantasized about
having sex with movie stars. Specifically, Harrison Ford
and Tom Selleck. She added that she just thought about it
now and then and though it might be pleasant to try it
with either of them. Now, I found this not unusual as
many bored housewives probably had similar such dreams
too. Then she asked me what my fantasies were. I was
hesitant to tell her, knowing her sexual hangups. But I
thought "what the fuck." Nothing ventured, nothing
gained." I told her I dreamed of seeing her having sex
with other men.
She looked me in the eye and said, "Really?"
I said "yes," and she naturally asked if I had any one in
mind. I said no, as I had just fantasized about her
meeting other men... in a generic sense. No one in
particular. I didn't tell her I had jerked off time and
time again fantasizing about her sucking and fucking a
big Black Cock! Knowing how she felt about interracial
sex, that would have been most unwise. As it was, I was
surprised she even discussed it this far, because in the
past whenever I even hinted around this subject it was
dead in the water as far as he was concerned and that
ended the conversation.
Mary Deanna is not one of your hard-bodied babes you see
in the newsgroups online. She is just a good-looking wife
and mother pushing 40. She is attractive with a nice set
of tits with pink areolas and nipples that jut out nicely
when aroused. A natural dark brunette but lately she has
died her hair kinda reddish, having tried blond and even
black before. A while before this conversation I had
measured Mary Deanna and she was comfortably upholstered
at 38C-27-39. This is quite in line with her 5'5" 130
pound frame.
Naked she is still shapely and my cock stands at
attention whenever I see her that way... which lately
hasn't been too often.
Our 15th Wedding Anniversary was approaching and we
decided to go out to dinner to a very nice restaurant in
town... a French one, quite expensive. All day I found it
hard to concentrate on my work anticipating the evening.
We had arranged to leave the kids at her parent's house
for the night, wanting to have an empty house for later.
Knowing it was our anniversary I knew I would get laid
that night even if our lovemaking was uninspired. I
always got laid on our anniversary. As luck would have
it, I had to work late that day and I had arranged with
Mary Deanna to meet me at work and we would go straight
to dinner. I told her since I was leaving from work I
would just wear my suit but put on a clean shirt before I
left. I asked her what she was going to wear.
She answered, "Oh, I'll figure out something special and
surprise you."
Promptly at 7:00 she showed up at my office wearing a
grey linen coat and silver high-heel open-toed sandal
pumps with black nylon hosiery disappearing under the
coat. Her coat was open at the throat displaying a nice
view of her upper chest and a hint of cleavage. Circling
her creamy white throat was a black velvet choker with a
white cameo which only enhanced the view. I thought this
was very sexy as she normally didn't expose any of her
breasts. But since this was our anniversary I let it pass
as she was just probably doing it special for tonight.
Boy was I right on the money as I later found out! But
for the present, I just enjoyed the scenery.
We went to dinner and it was very pleasant spending over
two hours in the restaurant. I love my wife very much and
enjoy her company, anniversary or not. I was quite
pleased at the looks other men were occasionally giving
Mary Deanna. She WAS very attractive even though she was
no longer young. It gave me a nice feeling to know other
men still found my wife desirable. We toasted our
marriage, our love and our children with champagne.
As we dined, I gave my bride of 15 years her present
which was a new gold anniversary ring with a large (for
my budget anyway) 2.5 carat diamond. She put it on her
right ring finger because she was wearing her engagement
ring along with her wedding band on the left hand. I
noticed she had on a set of diamond ear studs, but no
other jewelry. I thought this was unusual, as she loved
to wear lots of jewelry which I had given her over the
years.
When I put the ring on her finger she gave me a strange
smile, and said, "Oh Honey! This is perfect... just
perfect!"
I asked her if she had a present for me?
"Oh yes! Quite a nice one too. I am sure you will find it
unusual too."
She gave me a strange smile as she spoke and left the
subject hanging. I assumed she had some kind of surprise
for me. How true. How true, as it turned out.
Chapter 2
My Wife Sucks a Cock
We left the restaurant and drove away, as I headed home
she told me she wanted to go for a drive. I asked her any
place in particular and she said to go out the old
highway heading north. I looked at her and saw that
strange smile on her face again and I thought to myself,
"She is up to something," as there wasn't anything out
there except an old motel and miles and miles of miles
and miles.
I was soon to find out I was right and very surprising
something it was! As I drove north we came upon the old
motel, bypassed mostly now because of the new freeway,
but still in business, barely, as there was only one
other car in the complex. Mary Deanna told me to turn in
here and stop in front of the far unit. The other car was
several doors down and I assumed it belonged to the sole
tenant in the complex.
Mary Deanna got out and looked at me with that same
strange smile on her face... "Coming she asked?"
Then she walked away. I got out and started to follow her
and asked, "What's was going on?
She stopped in the shadows and turned to face me and I
could just barely see she was holding her linen coat
closed.
She said, "I am going to give you your anniversary
present. You do want it don't you?" With that she opened
the coat and took it off in one swift movement...
obviously practiced, and said "catch!" tossing it to me.
I missed catching the coat and it fell onto the hood of
our car. I watched as my wife stepped out of the shadows
and into the light. I was amazed to see Mary Deanna
standing there in the moonlight, smiling that strange
smile and except for a pair of black thigh high nylons,
her high heel shoes, and her wedding and anniversary
rings she was as Naked as a jaybird.
Mary Deanna was a lovely sight standing there in the
bright October moonlight... her reddish brunette hair
contrasting to her white skin... the dark triangle of fur
on her Mound of Venus... her pink nipples distended and
erect... the light reflecting off of the diamonds in her
ears and on her hands. "Damn!" I thought. "All this time
she was wearing nothing under that linen coat as we had
dinner in the most expensive place in town. Jesus Christ,
here is my wife standing Naked in a public place."
Without thinking I swiveled my head around looking to see
if there was anyone watching us... seeing my wife naked!
"How out of character for her. She must have had fun
planning this! Guess this is going to be a memorable
night for me!" How right I was. But not the kind I was
thinking about!
Mary Deanna asked me, "Do you truly love me Darling?"
Of course I told her I did. Which was true. I did love,
truly love my wife. She had brought much happiness and
contentment into my life.
"I'm so glad," she responded. I want you to remember
that... later!"
She turned and walked up to a room and opened the door...
lingering in the doorway, silhouetted by the lights
inside, and still wearing that strange smile she said...
"coming?"
And how! I ran to the door, closing it behind me. The
room was quite large and clean despite its age and almost
abandoned look from the outside. The bathroom door was
closed and I started walking over to Mary Deanna,
planning to take her in my arms and kiss her.
She said, "Stop! Take off all of your clothes please."
"Ok," I thought... "she has plans ...I'll go along with
it." I undressed quickly and my cock was already hard. I
saw Mary Deanna looking at my hard manhood. Now, I am not
large, 6" long and about 5 inches around. I know lots of
guys have this thing about small cocks big cocks, but I
was never ashamed of what I had. It gotten the job done
for 40 years and I was satisfied with it. I assumed Mary
Deanna had been too, as she had never once made any
comment about its size in all the years of our marriage.
I stood there naked looking at My Naked Wife looking at
her naked husband.
I said, "Obviously you have taken great pains to plan
this... so what's next?"
She moved within about two feet of me and looked me
directly in the eyes. Saying, "I'm going to give you your
anniversary present. Something I think you've wanted for
a long time... many years in fact. I'm going to ask you
just once if you want it. If you say yes, then there's no
going back, darling. No matter what happens, there's no
stopping it or going back. What is your answer? Do you
want it?"
Looking back on it now, I must have been pretty obtuse
not to have guessed what she was referring to. But at
that moment I did not have a clue. I think it was because
everything she had done to that point was so far out of
character for the woman I knew. I told her of course I
wanted my present. It was clear she had gone to
considerable trouble to get this far and I was wondering
what she had planned anyway.
Still looking me in the eyes she said, "Ok. "I want your
solemn oath and your promise on our wedding vows that you
won't interfere and won't try to stop whatever happens
from here on out. Whatever I say goes!"
I wondered what she was referring to... 'From here on
out... what ever happens... no stopping it...?'
I told her, "On my wedding vows I won't stop whatever you
have planned and I won't interfere. Whatever you say
goes!" Mary Deanna had a look of resignation on her face
and in her eyes what seemed to be a little gleam of fear.
I thought, "Have I made a mistake? What's going on here?"
She turned and walked away toward the bathroom door. Her
body erect, her proud full breasts swaying with each
step, her erect nipples leading the way. She stopped at
the door, took hold of the knob and hesitated for a
second or two.
She opened the door and said "Come on out," turning to
face me and moving a few feet back my way.
I was wondering to whom she had spoken when a tall,
muscular, good looking and very dark Black man came into
the room from the bath. Like myself and Mary Deanna, he
was totally naked. As he moved his long semi-soft ebony
cock with a its large helmeted purplish head swung back
and forth. Even in its present condition I could see his
cock was almost as long as mine was when it was hard. I
thought when it is hard its probably 8-9" long and a good
7-8" around if not more!
Mary Deanna looked over her shoulder at him, then at me
and said, "This is Robert. Robert and I are going to
fulfill your fantasy my love. Robert is going to FUCK me
while you watch him. Oh, and you can capture it all on
video and film too," pointing to the corner where I saw a
video camera on a tripod and a 35mm camera on a table.
As she spoke Robert moved up behind my wife towering over
her, giving me a contemptuous look. He put his hands on
her shoulders then slid them down over her chest and
cupped her white breasts in his very large and very Black
hands.
I stood there dumbfounded. When Mary Deanna had said
Fuck, she said it loud and with emphasis. Almost spitting
it out. I didn't even know she knew the word. I had never
heard her say it in our entire time together. I saw My
Lovely Lily White Naked Wife being fondled by a Naked
Black Man... she was looking me in the eyes with a look
of achievement and then I knew what the strange smile
meant. I couldn't say or do a thing. I was frozen in time
and space.
Robert was kissing her neck and he looked at me and said,
"Yes, I am going to FUCK your wife for you white bread
and show you how a white woman should be Fucked!"
I was mesmerized by the sight of Robert's hands roaming
freely over Mary Deanna's very white body. Fondling and
squeezing her tits, massaging and kneading her small pink
nipples till they stood out like erasers on a pencil,
moving over her tummy and onto her hairy Mound of Venus,
then a strong Black finger disappearing into her slit.
Mary Deanna reached back with her hand, took hold of his
cock and began stroking it slowly. She was standing there
clearly enjoying this... for a woman with all of her
sexual hangups she showed no sign of embarrassment at
being seen nude or having a stranger's hands on her tits
and pussy while I observed them. "Or was he a stranger?"
While we had talked about what the military would call
the "rules of engagement" my dick had gone flaccid. But
at the sight of Robert's Black hands on My Wife's Naked
Body and hearing from Mary Deanna's own lips she was
going to be fucked by him... "FUCKED BY HIM!"... my cock
had instantly grown hard. So hard it almost hurt.
I grabbed my cock and stroked it. I looked at the video
camera and saw it was already running. I wasn't sure why
this was happening but by God, I sure as hell wanted to
capture what was happening and picked up the 35mm. It was
mine, as was the camcorder... "Mmmm... real preparation
here." I saw a couple of spare videotapes on the table
too. "Good Girl!" I took a couple of shots of Robert
fondling Mary Deanna... she had her head thrown back as
he kissed her neck and was placing hickeys there... a low
murmur came from her throat.
Robert spoke saying, "I am going to enjoy Fucking you
Mary Deanna and I am going to enjoy it even more having
your husband watch me Fuck you!
"Yes," she said. "I want you to Fuck me in front of my
husband. Make his day!"
Mary Deanna turned and put her arms around Robert's neck
and kissed him full on the lips... I was going bonkers
watching My Naked Wife kissing a naked Black guy and
knowing soon he was going to Fuck her right before my
eyes! His hands found her ass cheeks and grasping both
tightly, he drew her hairy pussy to him... his cock
trapped against her belly, her tits and hard nipples
pressing against his chest.
"Oh Yeah, you can count on that," he said, "I am going to
fuck you lady, but first you're going to suck my cock,"
as he pushed Mary Deanna to her knees.
His cock was hanging semi-erect now, just before my
wife's face. Mary Deanna looked at the video camera and
adjusted herself so it would have an unobstructed view of
her face and his cock. The thought ran through my head
they must have choreographed most of this previously. I
wonder if he has already Fucked her? Sometime before
today? Tonight? My cock was raging hard now and I pumped
it furiously for a few strokes, then took a few frames
with the 35mm.
Mary Deanna took hold of his cock and stroked it, then
kissed the head and stuck her tongue in the pee hole,
then licked it length-wise. Opening her mouth she wrapped
her lovely ruby red lips around his Black Cock and sucked
on him. I thought back to Mary Deanna warning me not to
interfere or try to stop what happened.
I laughed to myself. "Stop it? No fucking way! This is my
dream come... cum? true!!!" I was thoroughly enjoying
every bit if it so far and I knew the best was yet to
cum... literally! Mary Deanna was really going to town on
his cock... sucking and licking and bobbing back and
forth on his stiff ebony shaft. For a gal who never would
suck my cock she was doing an expert job of sucking
Robert's. I wondered how she learned that?
Robert was moaning... "Good, oh yes, suck it baby. Suck
my Black cock. Show your hubby how much you love my Black
cock. Tell him baby. Tell him how much you love sucking
Black Cock!"
Mary Deanna looked at me and the camera and said, "Oh
God, darling... I love sucking his big Black Cock! I
can't seem to get enough of it!"
She rubbed his cock around her face then took it back
into her mouth sucking and licking, her tongue swirling
around the purplish Black helmeted head... her teeth
scraping along the tender underside of the head. My
Lovely Lily White Naked Wife was worshipping Robert's Big
Black Cock with her lips, mouth and tongue.
Robert took hold of Mary Deanna's head with one hand on
the side away from the camera and the other on the top.
He began thrusting his cock into her mouth... forcing his
cock deep into her... deeper than she had been able to
take so far. His cock was almost 6 inches into her
mouth... I saw my wife choking on it as her gag reflex
kicked in. His strong hands held her head in place not
allowing her to pull away. Gurgling sounds were coming
from her throat as she took his cock deep into it... she
struggled but couldn't get away from him. His strong
hands holding her in place.
"Open your throat baby... you're gonna take all of it
before I am through here."
Mary Deanna stopped struggling and he began thrusting
again. In and out, his cock gliding in my wife's mouth
then deep into her throat... her saliva glistening on his
Black Cock as it withdrew from her mouth. The big
helmeted head popping in and out of her mouth. He
increased the tempo of his thrusting and Mary Deanna
knelt there as he fucked her face with his long thick
ebony cock. Mary Deanna's eyes were open wide and she was
watching him, but would occasionally steal a glance at
me. I was alternately stroking my hard 6" cock and
snapping shots of Mary Deanna sucking this Black stud's
cock. I wondered what she was thinking as I watched and
photographed her... "Naked on her knees and getting her
pretty face Fucked by Robert's Cock?"
Mary Deanna was moaning as her face was Fucked... her
throat swelling as his thrusts went in. "MMMMM mmmm...
MMMMM mmmmm... MMMMM mmmmm."
I could tell my wife was really getting into having this
big hunk of Black Cock Fucking her tonsils. Then I
noticed a stream of glistening juice running down the
insides of her thighs and the wetness of her pubic hair.
"My God! He has made her cum just by making her suck him
and Fuck his dick with her face!"
"Your wife is a damn good cocksucker. I oughta know. I
taught her!" Robert said to me as he thrust his ebony
bone in and out of Mary Deanna's mouth and throat.
"He taught her?" I thought to myself. "There's a lot more
to this than meets the eye, that's for damn sure and I'm
going to find out what!"
Mary Deanna had both of her hands firmly grasping his ass
cheeks and seemed to be pulling him deeper into her mouth
and throat. Her ruby lips wrapped around his Black rod,
the veins down its length bulging with the blood coursing
through them. Robert's tempo had increased to a fast
short stroke thrusting and I knew as his ass cheeks
tightened that he was close to cumming.
"Oh yeah baby, here it comes. Your first load of Black
cum ..." Robert held her head and rammed his cock full
length into her face.
Her nose buried in his pubic hair above the base of his
stiff prick. His back arched as he came and I saw the
spasms of his cock against my wife's cheeks. Again and
again his cock pumped his cum into her mouth and throat.
White cum bubbled out around her lips... out from her
nose... she began gagging and struggling as his load
continued to explode in her mouth.
She was clearly drowning in his cum! Mary Deanna broke
his hold and as his cock came from her mouth a burst of
cum spewed forth and splashed on her face... striking her
right between the eyes... then dribbling down her cheeks
and onto her heaving tits. Another burst struck her in
the right ear as she turned her head and a third splashed
into her forehead.
Robert grabbed her hair and tilted her head back and told
her to clean his cock, knowing as he did that white women
just loved to do that anyway.
"Clean it up baby! Show your hubby how its done!" Mary
Deanna again took his cum covered cock into her mouth and
licked and sucked it till all of his cum was in her
mouth.
All the while Robert had been Fucking Mary Deanna's
lovely face with his rock hard shaft, I had been either
jerking my cock with one hand or the other or trying to
take photos of my wife sucking him off. I wondered how
they would look considering how shaky I was.
Mary Deanna wiped the cum from her eyes and her ear,
kneeling there before us with cum all over her face and
tits. More cum dribbling from her mouth she looked at me.
Then she looked down at her hands and saw the cum all
over her wedding and anniversary rings. Lifting her head
she looked back at me into my eyes, a large smile of
accomplishment spreading all over her face! She ran her
hands over her face in a washing motion wiping Robert's
jizz over her face. Standing up and rubbing her hands on
her tits in cleansing motion she walked over to me.
"Still love me darling?" she asked with an inquiring and
hopeful look on her face.
"Yes, of course I do," I answered.
Mary Deanna stepped in close to me, pressed her cum wet
tits against my bare chest and took my head in her even
more cum wet hands. Leaning her head forward she gave me
a kiss on the lips. I returned her kiss, tasting the
salty slippery cum still on her ruby lips. Her tongue
darted from her open mouth and my mouth automatically
opened to receive it. Along with her pink tongue a fat
glob of Robert's cum was deposited in my open mouth. The
slimy salty gooey cum that had just a few minutes before
been placed there by Robert's Big Black Purple Helmeted
Cock!
Chapter 3
The Fucking of My Wife
Mary Deanna walked back to Robert who was still standing
where she had left him. She placed her arms around his
neck and kissed him on the mouth, driving her tongue deep
into his mouth through his parted lips. Robert fondled
and squeezed Mary Deanna's tits some more and again let
his big Black hands roam freely over her white body.
Turning to give the camera the best view possible Robert
slid his hands down between my wife's white thighs,
forcing them apart.
Mary Deanna opened them for him giving access to her
slit. His strong Black fingers massaged her labia while
one finger disappeared into her crack and stimulated her
clitoris. Soon she was wiggling as they continued to
kiss, her hips moving about. I could hear whimpering
noises coming from her throat and saw that Robert's hand
was wet with her love juices. She was obviously hot and
working up to a climax.
Robert worked her love button rapidly and her moaning
became louder. Her whimpers turning into AHH's and Umm's.
Cum was flowing down her thighs and she was wet from
crotch to knee, soaking the black thigh high nylons she
was wearing. I saw her body tense then shake
uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic delight
swept through her body.
"AAAA HHHHHHH... UUUUUU MMMM ..." she almost screamed as
her orgasm convulsed her body. Her tits wiggling and
jiggling as she shook.
Now Robert is probably about 10 years younger than either
Mary Deanna or myself. I never did learn his exact age.
He is muscularly built and there is not much fat on him.
I am just under 6' tall and he is about 4" taller than I.
He picked up Mary Deanna like she was a feather and
walked to the bed and placed her on it on her back. She
automatically bent her legs and spread her thighs in the
classic "Fucking" position. The bed had no pillows or
covers, just a bottom sheet.
Robert adjusted Mary Deanna so the camera could see what
was happening and he placed his face between my wife's
thighs and began kissing them and licking the cum and
love juices there. Mary Deanna purely loved that and
began purring like a kitten. Robert's face moved onto her
Mound of Venus and licked the wetness there too. Then his
lips drifted down her slit and probed the depths of her
pussy. I could see his tongue parting her now swollen
labia, pink with the blood in them. He licked her hairy
crack from clit to asshole sucking up the cum he found
there.
Mary Deanna was getting hot again and I knew another
climax was building. And he hadn't even really begun to
eat her yet! Robert took hold of the back of my wife's
knees and pushed them up towards her head and spread them
wide, which rotated her pussy up towards his hungry mouth
and made it easy for Robert to bury his tongue deep in
her snatch. He worked his tongue in her wet box for
several minutes and all the while Mary Deanna was getting
hotter and hotter. She was rolling her head from side to
side, her eyes tightly shut, her hands beside her on the
bed. Her fingers digging into the sheet.
Robert moved his hands onto both of her tits and began to
roughly squeeze and pinch them. Tweaking her swollen
nipples in his fingers till not only the nipples was
erect and standing hard but the areolas were distended as
well! Mary Deanna lowered her feet onto the bed and as
her arousal became more pronounced she began bucking her
hips toward Robert's face and tongue. She ran her fingers
through his short kinky hair and then held his head close
between her white thighs pressed tight to her wet quim.
The now all too familiar Ahhh's and UUmmm's became louder
and louder till she was really letting us hear her. I had
never seen her make so much noise when I had eaten and
licked her pussy. The most I had gotten were a few
whimpers and once in a great while an Ohh! But here my
wife had turned into a real moaner and groaner making
lots of deep throaty noise and was telling Robert how
good it felt to have him eat her pussy.
"Eat me. Eat my pussy. Oh God, how great that feels...
I'm gonna cum again... I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming. I'm
cumming!"
Great shock waves of sexual release crashed over my
wife's body rocking and shaking it violently, her hips
bucking up and down, as cum spewed from her pussy into
Robert's face and waiting mouth. Robert's hands continued
grasp her tits, roughly squeezing and kneading them,
pinching the nipples between his thumb and fingers,
pulling on them straight up till her tits were pointed.
All the while his face was buried deep in my wife's pussy
his tongue licking and tasting her juices as she climaxed
over and over. Eventually her body slowed its jerky
spasmodic bucking and she laid there with her thighs
spread wide and her lovely wet pussy inches from Robert's
face.
Robert was up on his knees between Mary Deanna's wide
spread legs, his ebony shaft again hard and erect as he
stroked it slowly and aimed it at her love slit.
"I think you're ready now for this Black Cock, aren't you
Mary Deanna?" he asked of her.
My wife opened her eyes and looked at him between her
legs stroking his cock. She told him, "Oh yes! I'm ready
for it."
Inclining his head towards me in a jerking motion Robert
told her to tell me what she wanted, as he laid his hard
cock on my wife's thatched Mound of Venus. His long dark
shaft pointing towards her tits and extending onto her
white belly.
"I want you to Fuck me with your big Black Cock," she
said as he began to slide the head of his purple-Black
Cock up and down the crack of Mary Deanna's pussy lips,
just making contact with them. "MMmmm yes, that's it,
give it to me," as she moved her hips toward the cock in
his hand.
"Tell him like I told you to tell him," he quietly
ordered. "And look at him when you do it!"
Mary Deanna looked me directly in the eyes and said,
"FUCK my Cunt! Give me your Big beautiful Black Cock. Put
that hunk of Black cock-meat in me. Please! Please, Fuck
me."
Robert retorted, "You want me to Fuck your white cunt
with your husband watching us? Do you baby?"
"YES, yes please! I want you to Fuck me with my husband
watching. I want him to see how a Black man Fucks his
white wife!"
Mary Deanna's eyes never wavered from mine through this
discourse. I heard her say Cunt for the very first time
in my life. I didn't think she even knew the word, none-
the-less its meaning. I now knew they had been together
at least once before this night. It all made sense, too
much preplanning and choreography for it not to have
occurred.
Robert placed his hands on the insides of my wife's
thighs where her nylons stopped and spread her even wider
and separating the outer labia lips, stretching the
clitoral hood exposing her hard swollen clit. Mary
Deanna's womanhood was total exposed and presented to
him. His Proud Pulsating Purple Protuberant Prick 1/4
inch from her Pretty Pink Pussy. He slid his hand down
her thigh onto her Mound then let his thumb rest upon her
Clit. She moaned as it pressed in on her love button,
wiggling and stimulating it.
Mary Deanna tried to wiggle her pussy onto his cock but
he held her off as his thumb brought her back into an
excited state.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Give me that Cock! Ram it up my
pussy and Fuck my Cunt! Please!"
Robert directed her to, "Tell him the rest of it."
Mary Deanna still looking at me said, "Ask him to Fuck
me, Darling. I want you to give him your permission to
Fuck me in front of you. And say please."
I looked at my wife Naked and spread eagled on the bed,
her wet twat 1/4 from a big Black Cock. I looked at
Robert still giving me contemptuous glances kneeling
between by beautiful wife's wide spread thighs. If this
is how she wants it, so be it.
"Robert. You have my permission to Fuck my wife. Right
here. Right now. I looked back at Mary Deanna and then
said, "Please Fuck Mary Deanna."
My wife had a pleased look on her face as I said the
words. Robert gave me another of his contemptuous
glances... probably thinking I was a wimp for asking him
to Fuck my wife. Or even worse that I was some sort of
homosexual who wanted to suck him off after he finished
Fucking Mary Deanna!
"Ok buddy. I'll Fuck your white wife and give her the
best Fucking she ever had. So pay attention and you might
learn something. But when I get done with her she won't
be wanting your cock anymore!"
I looked at his large Black cock poised for penetration
into Mary Deanna's snatch. It WAS big. Not the humongous
horse cocks of erotic literature, but still plenty big. I
looked down at my hard and erect cock. I knew I wanted
this to happen or it wouldn't be so hard. My cock was
erect and pointing straight out.
It was a good looking cock, but no matter how you looked
at it, it couldn't measure up to Robert's Black one. His
prick was significantly bigger than mine in any direction
you wanted to measure. I wondered if Mary Deanna could
accommodate that much meat in her love canal. Of course
she could. She's had 3 babies and they all were bigger
than Robert's cock. But it had been a longtime, 10 years.
Has her birth canal shrunk too tightly to accept his
cock? I guess I'll know in just a few seconds.
Robert had continued to stimulate my wife's clit and was
poking his fingers in her pussy. Juice was oozing out in
rivulets running down the crack of her ass and onto the
sheet. Her hips were moving up and own as she orgasmed
again.
"Oh God please, Fuck me Robert. Give me that thing
between your legs. I gotta have it!" Mary Deanna blurted
out loudly.
"FUCK ME NOW!"
Robert pressed the purple head against her pussy lips and
it slowly separated them, disappearing inside bit by bit.
"MMMM MMMM, yes Robert that's what I want. give it to
me."
From my vantage point I witnessed his Big Black rock hard
Cock slowly disappearing into my wife. Mary Deanna
squirmed as his anaconda cock wormed its way into her
pussy inch by inch. I could tell she was uncomfortable as
it cleaved her pretty pink pussy, its Blackness
contrasting sharply with the lily whiteness of her skin.
"Oh Jesus, that feels good!" she moaned. "All the way.
Put it in all the way. I want all of your cock in me!"
Mary Deanna was raising her hips trying to force his cock
deeper into her. I could see her pussy lips were
stretching tightly to allow him to pass into her. He
pulled it out a bit and then pushed it back in again when
about half of it was in her. With each passing inch his
cock steadily penetrated my wife and filled her pussy
with the biggest cock she had ever had. Eventually it was
in all the way. His pubic bone was pressed tightly
against my wife's pussy lips. His pubic bush mingling
with hers. Slowly he began moving his cock in her. Out
and in. In and out. Slow long thrusts with his hips. His
long cock sliding almost all of the way out of Mary
Deanna's hot wet box. The juices from her hole
lubricating his dick.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck me Robert. Put that big pole in
me and Fuck me," Mary Deanna groaned.
Her eyes were closed as he Fucked her slowly. A contented
smile on her lovely face, now covered in dried cum from
the face Fucking she had already had. They were
positioned on the bed so that the camera could clearly
see his cock in her puss. On the TV their coupling was
flashing on the screen. I had been so immersed in the
events unfolding before me that I had not realized the
camcorder was connected to the TV until the light
flashing from it caught my eye, as the sound was muted. I
alternately watched them Fuck on the TV then in Real Life
and back again.
Mary Deanna looked between her legs and saw his cock
gliding in and out of her cunt. Tears welled up n her
eyes and flowed like a river... she began uncontrolled
sobbing, tears running freely down her face. I didn't
understand the tears. I thought I heard her mumble
something like more... but it wasn't more... it was
something similar.
"Hey, white boy," Robert called. "I'm getting some of her
pussy YOU never had," he laughed
Robert had taken hold of her ankles and was holding her
legs straight up and spread in a wide "V", her silver
sandals opposite his head but arms length away. I was
mesmerized again as I watched his Black Cock sliding
easily in and out of Mary Deanna's love canal. He was
thrusting his hips faster but not rapidly yet, taking
long strokes. The size of his cock stretching her pussy
and causing her clit to rub on the long veins running its
length made Mary Deanna rise close to climaxing again. I
thought she was having more orgasms tonight than in all
of our married life!
I heard my name called out and realized my wife was
talking to me!
"Darling, look at me!" she commanded.
I looked at her face. Gazed into her eyes.
"Darling, is this what you wanted? Look at your wife,
Darling," she purred. "Here I am totally Naked before
you. My legs are spread wide and a big pricked Black Stud
is Fucking my Cunt with his long thick Black Cock. See
how easy it glides in and out of my hot wet white woman's
pussy. Isn't it wonderful, Darling? Don't you just love
this? This is what you wanted isn't it? A Black man
Fucking your wife!"
A Black man Fucking my wife. "A BLACK MAN FUCKING MY
WIFE!" I thought.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!!" I blurted out.
A Black man WAS Fucking my wife and I was here watching
it. I couldn't believe it. The truth of its impossibility
was right before me... shattered forever. I never in my
wildest dreams had ever truly believed I would see the
day when my wife would let anyone, let alone a Black man
Fuck her in front of me. I was so excited I could feel
the pain in my balls and rock-hard erect prick. I had
been so busy taking photos of what was happening I had
become consciously detached from situation. More of a
disinterested spectator than the indirect participant
that I was.
"Yes, my love this is EXACTLY what I wanted!" I said to
her.
"Happy Anniversary, Darling!"
Robert looked over at me and said, "I'm glad your
satisfied with it, but it's hardly even begun yet Bud. I
like the feel of your wife's cunt around my cock and I'm
gonna give it the Fucking it really needs and never got
from you!"
That same contemptuous look was on his face and I thought
about dragging his ass off Mary Deanna and punching him
out, big as he was. But I remembered the promise I had
given Mary Deanna in the motel parking lot ..." won't try
to stop it... won't interfere ..."
Robert moved his hands to the back of my wife's knees and
pushed the top of her thighs up to her head beside her
ears. Her pussy was almost vertical and in an attitude
for maximum penetration. I could see the lips of her
vulva swollen with blood and hyper sensitive. He steadily
increased the speed of his thrusts until he was ramming
his shaft full length into Mary Deanna's cunt. Fucking
her hard fast and deep. His rapid Fucking had brought her
to the brink of climax. His cock hyper stimulating her
clit till she was squirming, then bucking her hips up and
down trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts into her
hole.
Mary Deanna was thrashing her head back and forth on the
bed, her hands running over his back. Her long
fingernails digging into his back leaving long dark
scratches and deep marks in his ebony skin. No longer
moaning and groaning, she was speaking in a clear and
loud voice, albeit with ragged breath.
"Fuck me Baby! Oh yes. OH Lord God, yes Fuck me. Put that
big Black cockmeat to me. FUCK MY CUNT!!!!" Fuck my
brains out! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Robert was thrusting into her with a speed of a dynamo.
His cock was pistoning into Mary Deanna's cunt, her
juices flowing from her hole lubricating his cock as it
thrust deep into her pussy. Her juices flowing down the
crack of her ass past her asshole and onto her lower
back. He placed a hand on her ass and worked a finger
over her little brown puckered asshole. He worked a wet
thumb against the sphincter, pressing strongly till the
nail slid into her tight asshole. He worked his thumb
deeper into her brownie and she shrieked in delight. He
then began a poking motion, timing it with the thrust of
his huge bone in her cunt.
Mary Deanna was going ballistic literally screaming in
pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her,
"I'm cumming... I'm Cumming... I'M CUMMING!!! Oh Fuck me
Robert. Don't stop Fucking me. Fuck me all night! Fuck
me... Fuck Me... FUCK ME ..."
Robert was really doing some serious long dicking of Mary
Deanna's Fuck hole now. They were wildly and wantonly
thrusting and bucking. Mary Deanna's full tits were
jiggling with each thrust like two cherry topped mounds
of creamy white jello.
All the while I had been moving about trying to keep out
of the camcorder's angle of coverage and taking photos of
Mary Deanna getting the Fucking of her life. I had run
through several rolls of film so far and was thankful my
forethinking and preplanning wife had put in a big stock
of film. I noted on the TV the onscreen lettering
indicated the VCR was recording at the slowest speed and
had several hours left to run before it needed replacing.
Robert's balls which had been slapping against my wife's
wet ass were now shrunk up into the sack and his ass
muscles were bunched up tight. He was close to cumming
himself. I may not like the bastard but I had to give him
credit. He could FUCK!!!
"F-FUUU CCCKKK M-M EEEEEE EEEEEEE... !!!!!!!! screamed
from Mary Deanna's wide open mouth.
Robert pulled his thumb from my wife's asshole and with a
strong convulsive thrust dumped his load into her womb! I
could see his nut sack contracting time and time again as
they pumped his warm, baby making cum, jism and sperm
deep into My Beautiful Naked Wife's Hot Wet and OH So
Willing White Wifely Cunt!!!
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" I said out loud when I realized
for the first time that he wasn't using a condom.
His cum was being fired right into my wife's cervix and
probably right up into her uterus! My wife was still
fertile. God I hope she doesn't get pregnant! I don't
know haw we'd explain her having this Black Bastard's
baby!!!
Just at that moment I felt a pleasant pain start in my
groin and spread out and proceed down the length of my
stiff cock. I was amazed to realize I was shooting my
load. I had been so aroused I had cum without jerking
off. My sperm was firing out the end of my cockhead like
water from a high pressure hose. I was thrilled to see
the amount of jizm I was unloading onto the carpet.
Robert let his still hard cock soak in my wife's dripping
wet hole. Cum was oozing out around her cunt lips,
testifying to the size of the load. He must have spewed
forth his jizz for at least a full minute. Her cunt had
to be full with his sperm wiggling and worming their way
looking for an egg to fertilize.
Mary Deanna looked at me with a look of satisfaction and
also a look of prideful triumph. She called to me and
motioned for me to stand by the bed. She asked me after
what I had just seen if I still loved her?
"Of course I do honey. I have always loved you and I will
always love you," I said smiling.
Robert pulled out of Mary Deanna's hole turned her over
onto all fours, slipped his cock into her slimy cum
filled cunt, and immediately began Fucking her some more.
His cock was ramming deep into her cunt rapidly and Mary
Deanna was soon pushing her ass back toward his cock
meeting it as it rammed home. To my amazement, I saw her
rise to climax again as he Fucked her dog style.
My wife was ramming her ass back at his cock and I heard
her making throaty noises, "MMMMM... MMMMM... MMMMM...
MMMMM."
I saw her swollen cunt lips wrapped around Roberts Black
member and the cum and her love juices mixed on it as it
thrust into her pussy. Robert had his hands firmly
holding her hips and he leaned over and grabbed her
hanging tits, groping them, pulling hard on her nipples,
and squeezing hard. He was Fucking her hard fast and deep
giving her some short strokes. My wife was clearly
enjoying this Fucking from the rear... something she
didn't like to do with me! Mary Deanna was cumming again
and again as he Fucked her hard.
Then he pulled out quickly and she cried, "No don't
stop... don't stop... Fuck me Robert."
Robert lay down on the bed and told her if she wanted
more Fucking to climb aboard. Mary Deanna straddled his
waist and quickly lowered her dripping snatch over his
Black Fuck pole, self impaling her body on his hard rod.
She was facing him and he roughly fondled her tits and
pinched her nipples, then really began an unmerciful
mauling of her tits and already erect nipples. She
shrieked in pain as his fingers dug into her tit flesh
leaving red marks wherever he touched them. Mary Deanna
rode his cock hard, her eyes were glazed and her motions
automatic as she humped up and own on his cockpole within
her cunt.
"Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh ..." she moaned as she rode his
stiff thick shaft.
I was continually being dumbfounded. Here was my wife
riding this stud's cock Fucking it like crazy. She just
wasn't turned on, she was rutting like a bitch dog in
heat. Which as I thought to myself is exactly what she is
right now. A Bitch in heat!
She was cumming again and wave after wave after wave of
orgasm shook her body. Her tits shaking and jiggling as
she went through the throes of her passion... cum running
freely from her pussy smearing over Robert's pubic hair,
balls and even onto his stomach.
Robert pushed her off and again put her on all fours
kneeling behind her. His rigid cock smeared in the cunt
juice and cum from her sopping pussy. He was stroking it
slowly and he told her.
"Tell him where you want me to Fuck you now!"
Mary Deanna looked at me and said in a throaty but clear
voice, "I want you to sodomize my ass. I want you to Fuck
my asshole Robert. Please Fuck my ass."
I was shocked. Never had she even allowed me to finger
her ass, no less actually try to enter it with anything.
Now here she was begging him to Fuck her in the asshole!
Robert placed the wet cockhead on her asscrack and spread
her cheeks with his hands revealing the tight brown
asshole. He reached into her sopping, mushy pussy and got
his fingers dripping wet with their cum.
Using it as a lubricant he smeared it around her bunghole
and placed the cockhead up tight against the brownie. He
pressed and the head of his purplish Black Cock harder
against her hole and the sphincter opened slowly and his
cockhead eased into her ass. With constant pressure his
cock penetrated her ass, the muscles relaxing and
allowing passage into that forbidden territory.
I could see the pain on her face she grunted and moaned
as his large shaft stretched her.
Mary Deanna cried, "Big... too big... it hurts...
oooowwwww... can't take it all."
Robert told her, "You'll take it lady. You'll take every
inch of my cock in your ass. He viciously rammed his cock
deep into her ass in one motion burying it to his pubic
mound. His balls swinging and slapping her dripping
pussy.
My wife howled in pain as her asshole stretched to the
breaking point and tried to get away from his cock.
Robert held her tightly by the hips and she was held fast
against his pelvic bone. Slowly he began a thrusting
motion. In and out of her ass... a few inches at a
time... until he was making long strokes deep into their
ass going where none had ever gone before.
"God I love ass fucking a white woman," Robert said
looking at me. "Especially in front of her husband!"
His thrusting began to increase in tempo and Mary
Deanna's discomfort and pain soon was turning to arousal.
I saw her pushing back to meet in incoming thrusts...
grunting with increased pleasure as his cock plowed her
rectum. Soon she was again making those throaty noises as
her body climaxed again and again spewing her love cum
from her open snatch.
"God Damn!" I thought. "My wife is having an orgasm as he
is being butt Fucked by this stud. I wouldn't have
believed it unless I was seeing it myself. He was really
laying some serious pipe in my wife's once virgin
asshole.
Of course I did believe it as I was seeing it ...I tried
to take pictures but my hands were shaking so badly I was
sure none of them were properly focused. I was so
engrossed in watching what was happening in front of me I
again didn't realize my body had reacted to the scene on
its own and I felt my cock springing forth another load
of cum onto the carpet.
Robert on the other hand knew exactly what his body was
doing as he fired another full load of his black cum into
my wife's no longer virgin ass.
"Oh BABY! I just love filling a white wife's ass with my
jizz," Robert said as he looked at me with contempt and
disdain. "Its the ultimate thing to take from her."
Chapter 4
Aftermath
Mary Deanna lay on her back and spread her legs, she
rubbed her pussy and fingered herself as Robert moved up
to her head and placed his slime covered Cock into her
mouth. Remarkably, without hesitation considering where
it had just been, my wife licked and tongued his
softening cock, cleaning it for him. I was standing truly
in awe at Robert's sexual prowess. He had Fucked Mary
Deanna in all of her orifices and had cum three times,
depositing his cum jism and sperm in each hole. All
within the time of just about two hours! I knew I
couldn't match that. Mary Deanna's oral work on his cock
had removed the slime and cum from his dick and she was
still working it over... causing it to find new life and
stiffen steadily until it was erect and ready for action
again.
Robert moved between my wife's wide spread thighs and
eased his cock into her cunt. Sliding it full depth with
no resistance. He slowly pumped his cock in her as he
held himself up off of her.
"Do you love me darling," my wife asked of me.
"Why yes, of course I do Mary Deanna," I replied without
hesitation. I did love my wife.
"Even after what you saw me do tonight with Robert?" she
inquired. "Things I never did with you?"
Did I? Good question. But I knew the answer.
"Yes, honey. I still love you. Even after what I saw you
do with Robert tonight."
A thankful look spread over her face. Then she said to
me, "Who am I?"
I said, "Why you are my wife, honey."
"Yes, I am your wife Darling, and what am I to Robert?"
I wrinkled my forehead, "Uh umm, you're the one he just
Fucked. Uh... his mistress."
"Yes, I am his mistress. NOW! But what else am I?" she
inquired again.
"I don't know," I confessed.
Mary Deanna looked into Robert's face and eyes and
smiling she said, "I Am His Woman!"
I was shocked to hear her say it. Shocked to the very
foundations of my beliefs.
"NO! You're not. You're my wife, Mary Deanna, my woman!"
I exclaimed with force.
Shaking her head she said, "No, you are wrong Darling.
Not anymore. Tonight I am still your WIFE. But I am his
WOMAN!!! She kissed Robert's mouth and Frenched him
passionately. Looking back to me she said, "Darling, I
know its hard for you to accept, but no female can be the
woman of another man and do what I did with Robert. What
I AM going to do AGAIN with Robert, TONIGHT!"
She saw the uneasiness on my face and in my eyes and
instinctively knew what I was thinking. Was I losing my
wife right here, right before my very own eyes? Was my
fantasy come true just the beginning of my worst
nightmare?
"Do not worry my darling. You haven't lost me. I am still
your wife and if you want me I always will be your wife.
But when Robert takes me again, when I give him my body
again I will be his Woman. You must accept this Darling.
Whenever someone Fucks me, I will be his Woman!!!"
My mind was racing. What does she mean... "When someone
Fucks me?" Can I accept it? Do I want to? I looked at My
Naked Wife with Robert still between her thighs... his
chest pressing into her full tits... his cock still
pumping in her cunt... her mouth kissing and swapping
spit frantically with him. I realized I had no choice. No
choice that is if I wanted to keep my wife.
"I accept it," I told them.
"Good buddy, cause you don't really have any choice not
to," Robert said to me scornfully. "I am going to make
YOUR WIFE... MY WOMAN... often!"
Crestfallen I turned and walked over to an easy chair...
a fairly nice one considering the sleazy kind of room
this was and sat down. Mary Deanna and Robert continued
to Fuck. I was lost in my own thoughts and despair seeing
but not seeing him and her Sucking again and Fucking
again, and again. The only thing I could think of was how
can I accept this? How can I keep my wife?
I must have fallen asleep. Robert and Mary Deanna were
still on the bed. Their bodies intertwined sleeping. I
walked over and looked at my wife sleeping with a self
satisfied look on her beautiful face. Tears rolled from
my eyes. I have lost my wife I cried... my fantasy come
true has cost me my wife. I again sat down in the chair
crying uncontrollably. I thought somehow I must fight
this, but how?
Again, I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to the sounds
of Mary Deanna's throaty moans and groans as she climaxed
on Robert's cock. I saw her straddling him facing the
camera, rutting furiously on his Black pole. Her tits
hanging, wiggling, jiggling up and down. She came and
came and came. My God, I thought. How much can she cum?
She is a sex machine turned on and never stopping, a real
Fuck machine.
But eventually, she did stop. I saw that it was 4am and
Mary Deanna said to Robert that she thought it was time
for him to go. He agreed and they walked naked to the
door, his arm around her. He opened the door and I moved
to the door intending to go with them. I saw they
intended to go outside just as they were. I thought
someone would see them and I wanted to stop them.
I said, "Mary Deanna don't go outside naked. Someone may
see you."
Robert retorted, "Just who the fuck do you think is going
to see us White boy?
He had a good point. This place was so deserted even
during the daytime they probably could go naked and no
one would see them. Even so I wanted to assert myself and
regain some of my lost self respect. I told them it
didn't matter. She was MY wife and she wasn't going
outside. Robert moved quickly and pushed me in the chest.
I rocked backward but, it was a glancing blow and I
recovered before he could get set. I grabbed his wrist
pulled him towards me and before he knew it I had him in
a control hold I remembered from my military police days.
I told him, "Look mother Fucker. Just because I let you
Fuck my wife tonight doesn't give you the right to order
or push me around."
Robert was strong and he was fighting the hold I had him
in. I wondered how long I could keep him in it. I had to
defuse this quickly. That or break his arm, because if he
got loose he was going to kick my ass!
"You keep your hands off me and we'll get along just
fine, hear me?
He looked at me and stared me in the eyes and finally
said, "I can take you white boy."
"You can try," I answered.
We stood there for a few seconds then he laughed, "Ok.
You're not the wuss I thought you were. Mind if YOUR
Naked Wife, MY Woman, walks me to my car?"
I nodded it was ok, and slowly let him loose, wary for
some kind of trick move on his part. But he just took
hold of Mary Deanna's hand and lead her outside. Just as
she passed through the door she stopped and motioned for
me to come to her.
"I want you to thank Robert for helping me give you your
anniversary present, Darling," she purred. She just had
us fighting over her and she was pleased with that.
I looked at her and saw she was serious. I looked at
Robert and knew I would never like this Bastard. But he
had fulfilled my fantasy, and I had just made him back
down.
"Ok, Mary Deanna. Robert, thank you for... for Fucking my
wife in my presence," I said.
He grinned at me and told me he knew I thought I had
allowed him to Fuck her. But I was wrong. He took my wife
without my permission he alleged.
"Show him babe," he told my wife.
Mary Deanna walked over to a drawer and took out my MP
handcuffs and a rope. Robert said if you objected to what
was going to happen or tried to interfere or stop it at
any time tonight, your wife and I were going to use those
on you. We would have let you leave, but any interference
would have resulted in your being bound and gagged if
necessary. Your wife promised me that if she entered this
room tonight she wasn't going to leave until I had Fucked
her repeatedly in all of her lovely holes. I saw Mary
Deanna nodding in agreement. So you see, he continued,
you didn't give me anything buddy. I took it from you. I
made you a CUCKOLD!
Robert said, "Punkin ..."
"Punkin! He called her Punkin. That's the name of
affection that only I use for her. None one else uses
it," I thought to my self. "Has he even taken that from
me too?"
"... is prime white pussy. There was no way I was gonna
let her get out of here tonight without getting that hot
married white woman's cunt of hers thoroughly Fucked!" he
finished saying.
"Come on Punkin," he said again and they went through the
door.
They walked over to his car. It was chilly outside but I
stood by the door on the porch and watched them. In the
still bright moonlight they stood close and I could see
he had put on some kind of coat. I could tell they were
kissing and I saw his hands roaming over my wife's ass
cheeks. I heard her giggle and say the word... Saturday.
He got in and started his car and drove away.
Epilogue
Standing in the drive by our car, the moonlight
illuminating the very Naked Mary Deanna, she asked me if
I had enjoyed her anniversary gift to me?
I said, "I certainly did. You couldn't have given me a
better one. It was the best gift a wife could give her
husband. But to tell you the truth, I still don't fully
accept this 'my wife, his woman' shit! Just where did you
find this guy?"
My wife told me she worked with Robert and known him for
about 2 years. She said he immediately began hitting on
her and had asked her out several times but always she
had refused. Refused until she realized I wanted a Black
man to Fuck her. I inquired as to how she deduced that
and she said she found my computer picture files full of
Black men Fucking white women. That there were so few
white couples pics and so many Black men/white woman
pics, that she just knew that was my fantasy.
I admitted it was and said I didn't have the nerve to ask
her knowing how she felt about interracial dating and
marriages. I asked her feeling how she did about it, why
did she do it. Fuck a Black man? Her reply was she loved
me and to prove her love for me she would humble herself,
degrade herself to give me what I wanted most from her.
Then without warning she shook violently, placed her face
in her hands and cried uncontrollably, "I am so
humiliated... so degraded... so cheapened by what I did
tonight. How can I ever look you or any other decent
person in the face again? You have no idea what this has
cost me... will cost me."
I took her in my arms and kissed her and held her close,
assuring her I loved her and respected her and was proud.
Yes, proud of what she had done because of her love for
me.
She raised her head and looked at me. "How can you
darling? I whored for him to night. I let him have me,
use me like a common street walking slut."
"Lets have no more of that talk," I said. "You are not a
whore and you are not a slut. Got that?"
Mary Deanna nodded and I dried the tears from her eyes.
"Cost you?" I asked. "Money?"
Mary Deanna nodded yes, "Money. I didn't pay him to Fuck
me, but I had to cover the cost of this room and I have
to do other things in the future."
"Now tell me exactly how this all came about," I told
her.
Mary Deanna proceeded to tell me she found out about my
fantasy and decided to make it come true. She wondered
who to do it with and about that time Robert began
hitting on her again. She said he was good looking and he
obviously wanted to Fuck her. Then in the coffee room at
work one day she overheard someone say that Robert was a
terrific stud and he was rumored to have a string of
women and wives whom he serviced. She said she decided to
see if he was interested in her proposition. Well he was
definitely interested in it but he had certain conditions
of his own she must comply with to gain his compliance
with her requirements.
She told me they had met after work one day and came to
this motel. He told her it was perfect for what she had
in mind. He told her that he rarely let husband's
photograph and videotape him fucking their wives, but if
she insisted he would go along with it. If she did
certain things for him. Mary Deanna said he wanted her to
meet him here every day for five days before our
anniversary so he could teach her how to do all of the
things she needed to know for the "show" they were going
to put on for me. She said once they were there he
insisted on her stripping and going naked for him all the
time they were in the room setting things up and
choreographing the nights activities.
She said, "You have no idea how embarrassed I was the
first time I let him see me Naked. I was so humiliated.
He made me stand before him and do all sorts of nasty
things with my body."
"Like what?" I asked.
"He had me spread my legs and show him my cunt, finger
myself in my cunt and ass and talk all sorts of dirty
filthy words. He told me that from now on I was never to
refer to my pussy by any terms other than pussy or cunt
or hole or some such similar vulgarism. Then he put his
hands on me for the first time. I cringed. I was so
mortified as he fondled my breasts and put his hands and
fingers in places only you have touched. I cried and
cried as he forced me to Fuck myself with a huge Black
dildo in both my ass and cunt. I had told him that I
didn't want any penetration of my pussy or ass by him
until tonight because I wanted you to be there to see the
first time anyone had Fucked me in those holes."
I asked her if this was so humiliating for her why did
she do it?
And she replied, "Because I love you darling. If this was
what it took to give your fantasy then I would endure
it."
She continued saying they met everyday after work and he
had her come to the motel wearing nothing except her
shoes and wedding ring. He got off on seeing me naked
wearing only my wedding ring and shoes. He said I was no
longer to go outside wearing a bra or panties and I was
to practice letting men see me naked. She asked if I
remembered when she had gone to the ladies room at the
restaurant? She said Robert had told her to flash the
Maitre 'D and at least one other employee. She said she
did as she walked out of the ladies room she opened her
coat and let the Maitre "D and the wine steward see her
Nakedness and gave them both a big smile!
My wife told me she recoiled in embarrassment when Robert
told her to do it but he was so forceful so dominant with
her that she knew she would do as he said. Also, I was to
open my coat under the table and let people see my pussy,
but without letting you know what I was doing. Everyone
seated behind you was able to look under the table and
beneath the table cloth which was off centered and
allowed a clear view of me exposing myself.
No wonder I got all of those admiring looks in the
restaurant! I nodded in agreement. I had to admit he was
forceful and he did clearly dominate Mary Deanna and the
night's activities. He didn't use the usual verbal abuse
and brutality I had half expected but he definitely had
control of the situation and of my wife. Still had
control of her.
I asked her, "What's this about Saturday?"
Mary Deanna looked me in the face and said, "I am going
out with him Saturday night. To the restaurant we went to
tonight and wearing the same thing I wore tonight. He
said he has plans for me."
"Are you going to go?" I inquired, looking into her eyes.
"Do you WANT to go?"
My wife said, "Yes. I want to go. I need to go. I HAVE to
go."
"Why?" I queried.
"My... My," she stammered.
"Your Master says to?" I asked.
"NO. He's not my Master. I'm not his slave. He... he's my
teacher. He's teaching me to come to grips with my
sexuality. To overcome my inhibitions and prejudices."
She shouted at me!
"Ok then. I'll go with you," I said.
Shaking her head she told me I couldn't. That was part of
the deal. For every time I was with them while they
Fucked, she had to meet him without me two other times.
Saturday would be the first time and some day next week
the second.
I nodded acceptance of this. I knew it would be useless
to argue. I knew my wife was stubborn enough to make me
go along with it. Besides, an idea had suddenly popped
into my head and I was formulating a plan around it.
"Ok, you win. I stay home," I said. "Are you ready to go
home? If you are I will gather up the stuff and put in
the car and we can leave."
"No, I am not ready to go home. Not like this, but I
will. That's another part of the deal. I go home with you
Naked, with his cum still in me and on me."
I collected our gear and threw it in the car and as
I drove home I looked at My Beautiful Naked Wife, Mary
Deanna, who had that unmistakable fully satisfied glow of
a woman who has been very well and very thoroughly
Fucked!
I wondered what lay in store for me and my wife?
Episode 2
As Seen From Her Perspective
Author's Note --- This episode essentially covers a lot
of the same facts as in Episode 1, however, it is seen
from Mary Deanna's view, and is definitely HER story.
Chapter 1
Homecoming
As we drove home... I was freezing. The cum on my body
wasn't warm anymore and offered no protection from the
cold. Unbeknownst to me, like my husband, I was thinking
of what Robert had in store for me and him. I knew I had
acted like a cheap, brazen, slut and whore and was so
embarrassed and humiliated that I was sure my marriage
was over, regardless of what professions of love and
assurances my husband, Joe, made. I was sure I had Fucked
myself into a divorce.
When we arrived home to our empty house, I just went into
the bedroom and took a shower, not caring that I was
naked as I walked up the front steps and waited for my
husband to open the door for me. At that point in time I
could care less who saw me naked, although no one did.
After showering I went to bed and my hubby didn't even
try to Fuck me as I expected. This was added proof I
figured, of the end of my happy home life. At that time I
cried myself to sleep with my Joe lying there next to me
awake listening to me cry.
That morning when I awoke it was almost noon and the
house was empty. My
hubby was at work and I was at sea with my emotions and
feelings. To be perfectly honest, I had really enjoyed
the Fucking I had been given. I had never expected sex
could be so good! My pussy was sore and I limped when I
walked. I had never had it more than once in my married
life and here I had been screwed in all of my holes
several times each. Loving every one of them too I might
add! But part of me recoiled at what I had done and was
mortified to think that in a while I was going to have to
look my hubby in the face. I thought how can I do this? I
had been unfaithful to him and Robert had Cuckolded him.
My husband was a CUCKOLD! I fell down and cried again at
the thought. 15 years of marriage and I had Cuckolded
him.
Then the phone rang and it was Robert. I wanted to hang
up on him but something wouldn't let me. He just phoned
to remind me of our "date" on Saturday and told me not to
be late. I told him I would be there as I had promised.
Knowing as I said it, I was certainly sounding the death
knell of my marriage. I felt cheap and dirty and went up
to take another bath. I took two more that afternoon
before Joe came home. When I heard his car in the drive
and my heart leaped into my throat. Here it was... the
show down. High Noon at 1717 Country Club Drive.
Joe walked in with a wry smile on his face when he looked
at me and just said, "Hi, honey what's for dinner?"
He gave me a kiss on the cheek and acted like nothing was
wrong, but there was a look in his eyes that he couldn't
hide. I wilted inside. I wanted to die, just curl up and
die! He didn't say anything about last night, but when he
saw the new ring on my finger I knew he was thinking
about it. And I knew it wasn't good. Eventually, I worked
up the courage and told him I wanted to discuss last
night. He said he didn't want to yet. He just wanted to
read the paper and then listen to the news on the TV. I
said I did and he ignored me. I got mad and ripped the
paper from his hands throwing it around the room and
screamed at him I did want to talk about it, "RIGHT
FUCKING NOW!" That got his attention and he said ok, lets
talk.
I asked him if he loved me, looking for reassurance. He
smiled what I knew to be a sincere smile when he said he
did. I asked him what he thought of what happened last
night. He told me that it was the most exciting thing he
ever witnessed and that he loved very minute of it. This
I knew to be a lie from the look in his eyes. But I
didn't challenge it.
He said, "Honey you gave me what I had been fantasizing
about for 10 years. I love you for it and I am so very
very proud of you for... for doing what was so much
against your principles and morals. If I ever had any
doubts of your love for me, which I never had, last night
would have destroyed them forever."
Then he dropped the other shoe.
"I am grateful for what you gave me and now that I have
had my fantasy fulfilled we can now return to our normal
lives. I don't want you to see Robert anymore!"
I thanked him for his love and gratitude, but I protested
that I had to go out with Robert on Saturday. I promised
him. I told Joe I had promised Robert when we were
standing by his car just before he left that I would meet
him on Saturday. Joe objected that it was unnecessary to
honor a promise like that. I said I have to go and I
played upon his sense of honor telling him that the
promise I had given Robert was upon my wedding vows. That
got to him.
I saw fear in his eyes and surrender in the droop of his
shoulders. All the while I was telling Joe why I had to
meet Robert, I was telling myself I was crazy just
Fucking crazy to do it and I was asking myself why I was
going to. Knowing that it was seriously jeopardizing my
now quite fragile marriage, even with Joe's talk of
returning to normalcy. I realized I knew why I was GOING
to see Robert. I loved his Excellent Black Cock Fucking
me silly!
The rest of the evening was strained and we tried
valiantly not to show the tension between us.
But the kids knew something was wrong.
* * *
Friday, and Joe was off to work as usual. After sending
the kids off to school I was home alone. I was grateful I
didn't have to go to work yesterday or today. There was
no way I could hide from anyone the fact that Robert and
I had... had done it. There is just something that
signals everyone when a man and a woman have Fucked each
other. Especially if the relationship is new, like ours
was. Our relationship? I wondered what it would be.
I was as sure there would be one as I was of my own name.
Apparently Robert was too because he called me at home
shortly after 8am. His call was short and to the point.
He reminded me of our date the next night, told me where
to be and when to be there and what he to wear (I already
knew, the same thing as on my 15th Anniversary). He also
told me things he wanted me to do today and tomorrow
before I met him. I just answered him in monosyllabic
yesses and noes.
Then he asked, "You do want to see me again don't you
Deanna?
(Mary Deanna is my given name but I go by Deanna to most
everyone. Only my husband and my mother call me Mary
Deanna.)
I told him coldly, "No. I don't want to see you again."
"But you will won't you Deanna," he queried?
Meekly I said, "Yes."
"And why is that Deanna? Why are you going to meet me if
you don't want to? I have never threatened you to make
you meet me have I?
"No," I replied.
"Then why are you going to meet me?"
For several minutes I was silent, not wanting to tell him
what I am sure he already knew.
"I'm waiting Deanna," he said.
"I want your Black Cock. I need your Black Cock," I
finally blurted out. Embarrassed by what I had just said
and consumed with fires of guilt raging in me for what I
had just said, what I had done with him on my Anniversary
and what I wanted to do with him right now. What made it
worse was knowing full well that if I saw him on
Saturday, the likelihood of my marriage lasting to see
Sunday was slim to none.
"I will see you at 7PM, sharp. That is if you really want
what I have to give you? Don't be late!"
I was sick to my stomach. I ran into the bath and vomited
violently. With my face hanging in the stool and vomit in
my mouth I thought, "Deanna girl, you're a Fucking mess!"
Friday night was still strained but not so bad as
Thursday had been. At least the children weren't there to
see us and feel the tension. Our two oldest had gone to
the Friday night football game and our baby, only 10, had
gone to the movie with her best friend. Joe and I were
alone.
"Mary Deanna, I want to talk to you," Joe said.
I looked up from the book I was trying to read in which I
had only made two paragraphs in the last hour.
"Yes, Darling" I answered? Trying to sound as normal as
possible.
"Did Robert call you today?"
How the hell did he know that? I thought? I told him had.
The discussion then centered on my husband again thanking
me for what I had done for him, but it was over and he
didn't want me to go with Robert on Saturday. It was the
same argument we had had on Thursday and I ended it the
same way, by playing on his ironclad sense of honor.
His final words rung in my ears as he walked out of the
room, "Mary Deanna, I am begging you. Don't go!"
Chapter 2
Joe's Torment
But I knew I was going. I slept on the couch that night,
not feeling I had any right to sleep in my marriage bed.
The kids thought I had just fallen asleep waiting for
them to come home, which I had. But I remained there
after they went to their rooms. I slept fitfully Friday
just as I had on Thursday... with dreams (nightmares?) of
long thick Black Cocks invading my body and filling my
holes with their cum jism and sperm till I was awash in a
sea of white creamy fluids.
I awoke and found myself soaked in sweat and lying on the
couch with the afghan kicked off and my nightgown on the
floor. I was totally naked and both of my hands were
between my legs. I felt a warm slick mess there and was
aghast to realize I had masturbated myself to what must
have been multiple orgasms in my sleep while I dreamed of
Black Cock. Ashamed of myself I took a shower in the
utility bath in the laundry room. The hot water felt good
on my body... there was still a bit of stiffness in my
legs and lower back from the positions I had been in two
days ago. As the water coursed over me I began to touch
myself as I soaped my body down... Big mistake!
I was instantly hot with thoughts of Robert's beautiful
Cock fucking my pussy and filling it with cum. I was in a
reverie of mental fucking when I felt strong hands
caressing my body... passionate lips kissing mine... a
probing tongue entering my mouth. I threw my arms around
my lover and pressed my soapy body to his... my full tits
flattening against his hairy chest... my soapy mound
pinning his hard erect phallus against his pubic bones.
My eyes were clinched tightly shut... I wanted that big
hard cock in me ...
"Fuck me... give it to me... now," I gasped.
I was lifted from my feet and laid on the floor of the
bath... he maneuvered between my legs and I felt the head
of his cock slide into my hungry cunt.
"Oh yes, Fuck me, baby... give me that thing," I begged.
He glided into me and his hands grabbed my ass and he
lifted me to him. I arched my back to make it easier for
his cock to penetrate my depths. He thrust quickly,
rapidly even, his cock filling me with pleasure... his
hands moving to my stomach and onto my tits as I kept my
back arched my ass several inches off the floor as his
cock nailed my pussy with a increased fury. His thumb
centered on my clit rubbing it and making it hyper
stimulated I was in ecstasy...
I was cumming steadily... my juices flowing like a river
from my pussy, my nipples pinched between his firm
fingers... I couldn't believe how good his fucking me
felt. It was wonderful... so truly pleasurable as wave
after wave of orgasm racked my body only making me thrust
my hips to meet his cock thrusting into me.
"I love you Mary Deanna"... broke through my reverie and
I opened my eyes to see Joe between my legs with a look
of pure delight on his face as he gave me the best
Fucking of our marriage. A Fucking that had caused me to
cum repeated while his cock had pounded my hot wet cunt!
"I love you too, Joe," I murmured.
He started to say something but I put my fingers to his
lips and said, "Don't talk. Just Fuck!"
He renewed his hard cock assault upon my sopping love
canal and I again closed my eyes just enjoying the
feeling of sexual excitement and the building of another
orgasm... it was wonderful... as the intensity of my
climax built I began bucking my hips harder and harder
against the downward ramming of his cock. I felt myself
again go over the edge as his cock and thumb brought me
to a new height of sexual release... I could feel my
already dripping pussy gush with another river of my cum
...
"OH YES," I screamed! "Fuck me Robert!"
World War III broke out right there on my ass!
"YOU FUCKING WHORE," Joe yelled!
With that he slapped my face hard, stunning me with a
brain-blinding flash. Joe had never hit me, never laid a
hand on me in anger before in 15 years, and now he had
hit me, nearly ripping my head off.
"YOU COCKSUCKING NIGGER'S SLUT! All the time I thought I
was a causing you to orgasm you were just thinking about
that Black Bastard's Cock Fucking you," Joe furiously
screamed at me!
Joe's cock once so magnificently engorged with blood as
it pounded into my puffy cunt lips, had instantly
shrunken to insignificance. His balls shriveled up into
their sack and couldn't be seen. But the rage on his face
was frightening. I wondered if I was ever going to make
it up off of the floor alive. If the proverbial "looks
could kill" ever applied, it did right then and there.
Joe's face was contorted with pain, humiliation, and a
murderously maniacal look. He knelt there between my
spread thighs as my cum still poured out of my open and
now empty cunthole. His hands clenched and unclenched, as
he poured forth an invective of hate.
"COCKSUCKING, CUM SLURING, SLUT CUNT, WHITE BITCH
NIGGER'S WHORE!"
And those were the nice things he yelled at me. I prayed
the noise wouldn't wake the children and cause them to
investigate. I couldn't bear to have them see and hear
their father degrading me so violently with words.
He reached out and grabbed me by the neck and squeezed, I
tried to resist but I couldn't, didn't have the strength.
I felt my self losing consciousness. I remember my last
thought was... he has killed me!
I awoke with the sun in my eyes, still lying naked on the
floor in the utility bath. It was almost 8am and I could
hear the kids moving around upstairs.
I said out loud, "Well he didn't kill me I see."
Saturday morning was busy with the children and their
sporting activities, soccer, morning after football
practice. Joe was nowhere to be found. His car was
missing, and the kids asked for him... I told them he
was... out. I spent the afternoon in my room thinking
about the coming night. I bathed and prepared my clothes.
Not much to get ready in that department. One linen coat,
one pair of silver sandal pumps, one pair of black thigh
high nylons.
I put on my makeup and was ready by 6PM. Per Robert's
instructions I sat in my room, wearing the nylons and
pumps. No coat. Just my jewelry - wedding and engagement
rings, anniversary ring, diamond ear studs. And oh yes,
the black velvet choker with cameo.
Around 6:30 I heard his car pull up in the drive. I felt
my stomach knot up in fear. Was he coming to finish what
he had started earlier? I panicked... not knowing what to
do... I locked the door and I started to dial 911, but I
was so nervous I kept dropping the damn phone!
"Mary Deanna... open the door," he said after finding it
locked.
His voice sounded normal, composed... should I, I
thought? I put down the phone and walked over to the door
and unlocked it and stood back, not knowing if I was
going to die or ...? Joe walked in slowly, a sheepish
look on his face, hurt in his eyes, a droop to his once
proud shoulders, a droop that would last for a long time.
"I, I, I, I'm sorry," he stammered. I am so sorry, Mary
Deanna. Please, please forgive me." Then he was on his
knees, tears streaming from his eyes, his a face again
contorted but this time with remorse and shame from
memory of how he had struck me. My heart melted. I walked
over to him and held his head against my stomach, my
breasts just resting on the top of his head. Joe cried
for 10 minutes, holding on to me tightly, his hands
digging into my ass cheeks. He begged me not to go see
Robert. Pleaded mightily, offering his soul to stop me. I
had never seen him so worn down and so broken in spirit.
At 6:45 I told him I had to go and pushed him away, then
put on my coat. I led him by the hand downstairs and out
to my car, a vintage 1964 1/2 red Mustang convertible,
fully restored. It wasn't really convertible weather, but
I had my instructions. I opened the door and sat down
starting the engine. As it warmed up, Joe looked at me
with his pleading eyes, that were saying, Don't go. I put
the car in gear and Joe grabbed my left hand. We both
looked at each other then to my hand. His fingers were
wrapped around mine covering them completely. Completely
that is, except for the gap where the diamonds on my
wedding and engagement rings forced his fingers apart.
A rueful look came over my face and I said, "Will you be
here when I come home?"
"Yes," he softly whispered. "The children still need me."
I accelerated away and the last thing I heard was...
"Mary Deanna... please don't."
Chapter 3
Monday At Work
I didn't return home until Sunday night. I was dreading
Monday and work, having to face Robert there after the
events of the past few days. I prayed I could conceal
from everyone there our new relationship. A forlorn hope
I was to come to learn, but I still had it. At least work
wouldn't be the freezer my home was when I returned
Sunday at midnight. Joe was asleep in our bed and I went
in he woke up looked at me and then rolled over and
didn't say a word. I knew then my marriage was as dead as
my Great Aunt Grace who died in 1953. I cried as I
gathered up my nightgown and robe and went to bed on the
couch.
In the morning, I was up long before the kids, and had
breakfast on when Joe came down. He asked me why I didn't
come home Sunday morning like I said I would?
I looked at him and just told him flatly, "I wanted to
Fuck some more."
He stared at me for a minute, me not knowing what was
running through his mind behind those tortured eyes. Then
he simply nodded and left for work. As he left I asked
him what he told the children when I wasn't home Sunday
for church (we always go to mass at 8am)? He said I told
them you were staying with friends. It was my turn to nod
and he was gone. I wondered if I would be allowed in the
house when I returned from work?
The kids came down and were happy to see me saying, "We
missed you, mom where did you go?" I just told them I had
visited with some friends and steered the talk to school
and such. I had no desire for them to further question my
weekend activities. I kissed and hugged them all and sent
them off to school, feeling relief but wondering if I
would ever see them again? I gathered up my things and
left the house with mixed feelings. Was all of this worth
what was happening to my marriage? Was Robert's Black
Cock and the Fucking he gave me with it, worth all of
this? The wetness I felt between my legs told me It may
not be worth it, but it was definitely something I
needed!
I parked my car in my usual place and sat there, not
going in. I was as nervous as a whore in church on Easter
morning! My stomach was churning. But I didn't have
butterflies flitting around in there. Nary a one! They
were all hiding from the B-52's whizzing around! I walked
over to the employee's door, stood there with my hand on
the knob. Do I want to go in? I didn't! I spun on my
heels and started to walk away, thinking I will quit and
never see Robert again.
Then reality caught hold. My marriage is over, Joe is
going to kick my cheating slut ass out, today I'll bet. I
will have to support myself so I NEED this job. I
returned to the door, steeled myself for the eventual
confrontation and entered. I placed my stuff in my desk,
hung my coat on the rack and started working. My friend
Sharon, who as later events would prove was my VERY BEST
FRIEND, asked me if I was ok, as I seemed upset. I didn't
lie as I said my stomach was not well. An understatement!
For the next two hours I worked with my head on a swivel,
looking frantically for Robert. I wanted to see him
before he saw me! Robert is a claims adjuster and doesn't
work in my office but comes through frequently. I took a
break and met Sharon in the coffee room. We were sitting
and I was chatting nervously, when Robert came up behind
me and said, "Hello Sharon, Mrs. Benton."
I jumped in my seat, surprised by his voice. I turned and
mumbled something, and as I did Robert walked by and laid
his hand on my shoulder, giving a slight, and hopefully
un-noticed by Sharon, squeeze.
He walked on saying, "Nice to see you ladies, Sharon,
Mrs. Benton"
Sharon looked at me with an incredulous look on her face.
"Deanna Benton! You and Robert?"
I turned a hot red as my face gave me away. I lowered my
eyes and nodded. She reached out and touched my hand. She
said we have to talk girl and said meet me for lunch. I
nodded silently and was grateful for her obvious
affection. At that time several others entered and made
private talk impossible. I returned to my work and worked
busily till noon, gathered my things and met Sharon at
her car. She drove as I was in no condition to.
Chapter 4
Sharon Learns It All
We went to a restaurant that had secluded tables and she
just said, "Spit it out girl!"
I didn't know how to begin. Sharon said, "I know its
hard. I KNOW what you are going through. Let me help
you."
I stared at her, with the implication of what she had
just said going through my mind.
"You. You and Robert, too," I stammered?
She nodded yes and said, "Robert has been Fucking me for
two years. I was his first conquest after he started
working here. Now, tell me how it happened."
I let it all gush out telling her how my husband had
fantasized about me Fucking another man and then learning
his real fantasy was me Fucking a Black man, and what I
did to set it up. She found it interesting to hear me
tell of it. Making me give all the details I related the
story:
Two weeks before my anniversary Robert again hit on me,
asking me to go out to dinner with him. I started to
refuse him, but Joe's fantasy flashed to mind and I
thought Robert would do it. I know it. I told him ok,
when? He said how about tonight, giving me a quizzical
look, wondering why after two years and many refusals I
was agreeing so readily? I told him I would tell my hubby
I was going out with some girlfriends and would be late.
After he walked off with a smile on his face I wondered
why I did that? But, I then picked up the phone and
called Joe at work and told him the lie.
I met Robert in the parking lot by my car. He said he had
always admired my car and said he'd drive. Taking my keys
we got in and he drove off sedately, the wind blowing in
our hair. He told me he was pleased I had agreed to have
dinner with him but he didn't know why, just now, when I
had refused him for so long. I found myself, unable to
say why, but just stared at this tall very good looking
Black man. Robert is about 6' 4", and about 210 pounds.
His shoulders are broad and he is abut ten years younger
than I. Close cropped hair, a bushy mustache, impeccably
dressed, and politely mannered.
"You want something. Don't you?" he said.
His eyes bored into my soul. I was embarrassed. If eyes
are windows to the soul then mine must have been like
sliding glass doors. How did he know? Was he omniscient?
I looked down then, worked up my courage and told him, "I
want... I want... I want you t-to. I want you to Fuck me.
There I said it!" I blurted out in a rush.
He looked at me with those black eyes.
"Perfect," he smiled. "But what would cause a very prim
and proper Southern lady such as yourself, to want to
have a lowly Nigger like me fuck her" he queried?
I was embarrassed, I turned red, mortified was more the
word. I told him he wasn't a nigger. He interrupted me
and said that is unimportant. I want to know why Mrs.
Benton, you want me to fuck you?"
I noticed we were driving around town, apparently not
going anywhere particular. I also saw people staring at
us. I told him I had my reasons and if he wasn't
interested to get out and I'd go home. He indicated he
was interested alright. That was why he had been hitting
on me. He wanted to fuck me alright. Very much so. He
turned on to the old highway and went to an old motel out
of town and stopped at the end unit.
He walked to the door and looked at me still sitting in
the car. I told him I didn't want him to do it tonight,
but on the 7th. Saying we would talk it over inside, he
opened the door and entered the room leaving the door
open. I sat there for a minute or two thinking is this
right, is this what I want to do, do I love my husband?
I closed the door behind me and saw him sitting in a
chair. The only chair in the room. I looked around at the
interior of the room, a room I was to become very
familiar with. Nothing special. It was clean, weird
patterned drapes on the window, brown carpet, queen sized
bed, bath with door, TV, nice new TV, wet bar.
Robert motioned for me to sit on the bed and told me,
"Now, why, Mrs. Benton, do you want me to Fuck you? Be
truthful. Its always best for everyone involved," he
intoned.
I was impressed by his casual and very restrained manner.
I had half expected to have to fight him off once I came
inside. I stood there wondering what the was going to
think and told him of Joe's fantasy. He nodded and said
it was a common one among white men, wanting to see Black
men Fuck their wives as they watch. He asked me if I
thought Joe wanted to suck his cock either before or
afterwards, another common thread.
I said I had no clue of that, Joe was clearly not gay or
even Bi. He asked me exactly what I wanted from him and I
told him: Fuck me in all of my holes for Joe to watch.
Use me as his sexual plaything and give me the thorough
fucking I know Joe wants me to have. Robert asked if I
wanted it videotaped or photographed. I told him I hadn't
even thought of that. He said he had, and Joe would want
it. He said it will take some choreography to set up the
action... kinda like a script. We'd need to rehearse
some.
I said, "WHOA there! If you think I am going to fuck you
in advance of my anniversary we'd better quit now."
Robert intoned, "What you want will require advance
planning and set up. We will have to practice the camera
angles and a lot of other stuff. From what you told me
you have never had your ass fucked and you do not like to
suck cock. The first is easy to fix... the second... now
to suck cock takes skill and the only way you get that is
by sucking one. I think I can teach you enough in about
five sessions to get by on the "BIG DAY!"
Listening to him speak I realized he was right and I
would have to go along with it like it or not. I said ok
and what exactly do I have to do? But I made it very very
clear I did not want, nor would I go along with any
penetration of my vagina or anus before my husband
witnessed it. Robert agreed, but with one proviso. Dildos
don't count!
And he also said, "One other thing, Mrs. Benton. I never
use condoms."
I considered his statement and simply said, "No condoms."
"Why are you doing this," he inquired? "I know this is
repulsive to you. I can see it in your eyes and on your
face."
I stood there some long minutes and finally replied, "I
love him."
It was answer Robert understood.
"Take off your clothes Mrs. Benton," he ordered. We need
to get moving on this, we only have two weeks and you
need special tutoring."
My mouth gaped open, when I heard him say take off your
clothes, as casually as if he was ordering a glass of tea
at a restaurant. He saw the look on my face and knew what
was on my mind.
"Mrs. Benton, I want you to understand one thing. I am
not ever going to FORCE you to do ANYTHING you really do
not want to do. What you do with me you do because you
really WANT to do it. Its as simple as that. Now, Mrs.
Benton, sooner or later you will have to let me see you
Naked. The sooner you do, the easier it will be to
prepare for the rest of what you want me to do," he
spoke.
I thought on the logic of his statement and had to agree,
but I was not prepared to do it right now. My mind
resisted.
"You want to make your hubby's fantasy come true don't
you?" he inquired.
I nodded yes.
"To do that you'll have to take off your clothes. If you
want to fulfill that fantasy then, take off your
clothes," he explained again.
I was convinced by his logic and my body reacted... I
could feel a tingling deep in my insides, as a thought
formed in my mind. In a few minutes at the latest, I will
be standing naked before only the second man who had seen
me sans clothes. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it
from my skirt. I started to kick off my shoes but didn't.
I reached around and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to
the floor. I was undressing quickly, not trying to be
sexy. Just efficient.
I figured I had about 30 seconds of courage left in me
and If it was going to get done, then I had better do it
now. I tugged my slip off over my head, after removing my
blouse. I stood there in my bra and panties... white if
you need to know... my pumps and thigh high nylons, the
kind with elastic at the top that stay up without a
garter belt. I saw his approving gaze and knew I had to
go for the gusto or chicken out right here. I turned
around and undid my bra... it unhooked from the front and
let it fall from my shoulders. Then I heard him murmur,
"Nice ass."
Taking a big gulp of air and really screwing up my
courage, I turned around to face him. It took all of my
remaining courage not to make one of those silly
"September Morn" poses trying to hide my nakedness by
covering by breasts and pubic mound. I stood there before
him as he was seated in the chair five feet away. Totally
Naked. Staring him in the eyes.
His nostrils flared as he gazed at my naked body for what
seemed like years, but was only a few seconds.
"Very nice Mrs. Benton. VERY nice indeed," he commented
with a smile spreading across his face. "You have lovely
breasts... WE, you and I, must refer to them as TITS. And
just look at that hirsute pussy... combined with a great
pair of legs and a hot ass... my oh my! Lovely... yes,
yes, just fucking lovely you are Mrs. Benton. I am
certainly going to enjoy fucking you!"
I was embarrassed, mortified, I cringed inside every time
he used a vulgarism to refer to my body. Joe referred to
my breasts as tits and even my pubic mound as my bush and
my vagina as pussy. But he was my husband of nearly 15
years. He had the right to be a little crude. But this
man... none. But, as I stood there exposed to his lustful
glare and heard him speak his crude and descriptive
language, a tingling that had begun earlier was now a
fire. A small one but nonetheless, a fire in my loins.
"You look very good in red Mrs. Benton," he said
smilingly.
I wondered what he meant. I was feeling hot... very hot
and did not know why.
"You are blushing all over, Mrs. Benton. I find that
attractive in a white woman, and you are quite a woman.
Your husband is very lucky to be able to bed you anytime
he wishes. But he doesn't, does he? Bed you anytime he
wants? You only let him fuck you when you want it. Don't
you? Well, by the time I am finished, you will be wanting
it... a lot."
How can this man know my secrets?
"You are really going to have to get used to me seeing
you naked. So why don't you just walk around and describe
what you see in here while I undress. I had started to do
as he said... funny how he says something and I do it. I
whirled around in fear and backed to a wall.
He saw my reaction to his statement, and reassuringly
said, "Remember Mrs. Benton, you will never be forced to
do anything you really do not want to do. I am only going
to help you learn what it is you want to do."
He finished undressing and my eyes were drawn to his
penis. I didn't want to look but I had to, I couldn't
help not looking. It was not hard but it was still
bigger, significantly bigger than my husband Joe's. He
knew where my eyes were riveted and held himself up in
his hand for me to see.
"This is a Cock Mrs. Benton. My cock, with which you will
become very well acquainted and if I am not mistaken,
will come to want more than anything in the world." He
smiled wickedly, as he spoke. "Look at it. Isn't it
beautiful? All Black and semi-ready. Wouldn't you love to
hold it to stroke it, to feel its as it comes to life?"
I had to agree, it was everything and more of what he
said. My fire was growing rapidly. I could feel the heat
between my thighs grow. I did want to touch it... feel
his cock grow, and harden as he thought about what he
wanted to do with it. To Me!
"You want to touch it, then do it," he exclaimed! He sat
down on the edge of the bed and his cock was now at rigid
attention, pointing toward the ceiling. Its Blackness was
awesome. Coal Black... dark as the night and hard.
I moved over to him and knelt on the floor before him. He
spread his legs and I closed in a few more inches closer.
"Look at it Mrs. Benton"... he was only calling me Mrs.
Benton... why... he knew my name? "Look at it. Think
about how it will feel in your hand... long, thick, rigid
with life coursing through it. It just makes you want to
touch it doesn't it?"
It did. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to
touch him. I felt my loins burning with desire. I wanted
his cock. I felt an old familiar wetness between my
thighs. My body began shaking with the first waves of my
climax. My God I thought he has made me cum without even
me touching myself between my legs! What kind of man is
this?
I reached out with my hand.
"No, not that hand. Your left hand. Only use your left
hand Mrs. Benton," he directed.
My left hand took hold of his member, my fingers just
barely reaching around. I looked at my hand on his big
phallus, I felt his life blood pumping through it. I
began to stroke slowly... to pump it up and down. My
fingers caressing the purplish helmeted head, scraping
the sensitive underside of the head.
"I see you like my cock Mrs. Benton. You must or you
wouldn't be cumming like you are," he said gently! I am
pleased you like it because it also means you want to
suck it. Don't you? You've always wanted to suck cock
haven't you? But most of all you've wanted to suck a
Black one. Think about it Mrs. Benton. Be brutally honest
with yourself. Isn't this true?"
I could only nod my head in agreement. I didn't know why
but I did want to suck his cock. I knew it was also true
I had always wanted to suck a Black one.
"There is nothing here that will hurt you Mrs. Benton.
Kiss the head of my cock. Feel the head penetrate your
lips. Feel the helmet pass between your teeth... Suck on
the head, wrap your lips around my cock Mrs. Benton, he
motioned gently. Isn't the head in your mouth wonderful?
Swirl your tongue around the head. Take a little more
into your mouth. Let your tongue glide along its length.
A hard cock in your mouth is good. You love it don't
you?"
I did as he said and it was as he said. It felt wonderful
and I did love it as I licked and sucked and swirled my
tongue around his cock. I tried to get as much of it into
me as I could. I choked as it touched the back of my
mouth, my gag reflex kicking in. I stroked him with my
left hand as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my
tongue swirling around the head, my mouth slavering over
his cockhead, covering it with my saliva.
I worked on his cock for what seemed like was an hour and
I felt his scrotum tighten in my hands as I rolled his
balls with my fingers. Without further warning his cock
spewed forth a hot stream of gooey white liquid with a
forcefulness that took me aback. I gagged as the load of
jism splashed against the back of my mouth and the
entrance to my throat. I pulled my head from his cock and
received four more explosions of his cum in my face, up
my nostrils, in my eyes and even my hair.
"Uggghhh," I cried, tasting the slimy seminal fluid for
my first time. Not liking it at all! Cum flowed out of
the head of his cock running down the side of his shaft
over my hand, coating my wedding rings on the 3rd finger
in a layer of sperm! I looked up at him with cum
dribbling form my mouth on to my chin and then onto my
tits. My face was covered in cum, jism and sperm.
"Mrs. Benton, you are beautiful. You're going to make a
lovely Cock Sucker," Robert beamed!
I was amazed at myself. I had just stripped myself Naked
in front of him then played with his cock and then sucked
him off, letting him cum in my mouth and on my face. I
had never let my husband Joe cum in my mouth or on my
face and I had only tried sucking his cock a couple of
times... its was nasty I had thought. What was happening
to me... my mind raced like a car at Indianapolis. I had
done all of this and he hadn't even laid a hand on me yet
and to top it off. I had cum just thinking about sucking
his cock!!!
Now, per his instructions, I was laying on the bed with
my legs spread and he was on his knees with his face 6"
from my pussy and he was talking about honesty and never
cheating on my husband! He told me that if I was to
always tell my Joe about every time I let anyone fuck me
or at least to have him present when they did it to me.
He said that way you are honest and open about your love
of fucking. Of course, at that particular moment I wasn't
thinking about how much I loved to fuck. I was trying to
get over my mortification at having Robert closely
inspecting my pussy. Why was I doing this I thought? How
can this man have this power over me? He says it, I do
it! Then Robert said that if I was to put on a good show
for Joe, I would have to get used to being fucked in my
ass too and he thought my tight little asshole would need
some attention. He told me to raise my spread legs and
grab my ankles, pulling them to my chest. This raised by
ass and presented my brownie to him. He took a tube of KY
jell...
"What are you going to do," I asked him through my
embarrassment?
He told me he was going to fuck my ass, but not with his
phallus, but with this, and he held up a long fairly
thick black dildo with a handle on the end.
"Oh, no!" I squealed. "You're not going to shove that up
my ass!"
Robert patiently went through the routine of asking me
what I really wanted and in the end... my end got it. He
placed the slicked up end of that latex cock at the
opening of my ass and gently applied pressure. My tight
little brownie resisted mightily but after he told me to
relax and think of my end goal, it loosened up. As the
sphincter relaxed, the head of the fake cock penetrated
my virgin asshole and was soon buried about 1/3 in me.
It was very tight and it hurt. I whimpered and cried in
pain. I was told to think about my upcoming anniversary
and how much Joe was going to like my present to him. The
harder I concentrated on that, the less it hurt and soon
Robert had the black latex cock fully ensconced in my ass
and was sliding it slowly in and out, fucking me slowly.
I kept thinking how does he do it? He has not laid a hand
on me! And look at me doing this!!! What would Joe think
of his prim and proper wife if he could see me now? I
began to feel the cock gliding in my bung hole to be less
frightening, to even start to feel good! In short order
Robert began talking about how good it must feel and he
intoned in a monotone way about it for several minutes,
and in that time my body reacted unexpectedly.
The fire in my groin had sparked to life again and I was
warm, then hot, then burning up as he fucked my ass. I
felt my juices begin to flow and Robert murmured his
pleasure in seeing the black dildo glisten with my
moisture. From that point it was only a few seconds
before I was in the throes of a strong orgasm as my
unbelieving mind recorded the fact that I was cumming
while my ass was fucked by a piece of plastic!!! My moans
were music to Robert's ears and his pleasure was clearly
evident on his face. He was enjoying the shit out of
this.
As I lay there, Robert was providing me with instructions
on how to overcome my prudish nature: from now on NEVER
wear panties or bra outside of your home, preferably not
even there; go naked at home whenever you can; when in
public, unfasten an extra couple of buttons on your
blouses... let men see those pretty tits of yours; wear
shorter skirts... show more leg; start thinking and using
explicit language, your vagina is now a pussy or cunt or
snatch or twat or fuckhole, your breasts are tits or
knockers or melons or jugs, your buttocks is your ass. he
told me a long list of terminology and insisted I use it
in talking to him.
"Now Mrs. Benton," he said with a pleased look on his
face, "we are going to prime that pretty pink pussy of
yours for my cock." I worried what he had meant by
that...? Robert removed the dildo from my ass and greased
it up again with the ky jelly. I lay there still in my
ass fucking position and thought to myself... that wasn't
so bad. Could've been worse. He might not have used the
jelly! Robert aimed the black latex cockhead on my slit
and slid it up and down, exerting slight pressure on my
puffy pussy lips.
I knew I wanted it in me but the prim and proper wife I
had been a few minutes ago, had it only been two
hours?... recoiled with the thought of it fucking my
cunt. Cunt... damn! The man is persuasive... now he has
me talking dirty while I think! The head pressed home and
it the cockhead impaled my cuntlips, entering my love
canal. The slot behind the slit. It was big. Bigger than
anything I had up in me before, except my children when
they were born. It felt full, and filling, stretching me.
As I drove home, I reviewed the events of the evening: I
had let Robert talk me out of my clothes, into stroking
and sucking his cock till he came in my mouth and on my
face, let him ass and cunt fuck me with a big black
dildo, start thinking and using in my normal conversation
nasty and explicit talk, not to mention, I had climaxed
at least five times maybe more in the past three hours,
and still, even now, he had not put a hand on me. There
still had been no skin to skin contact. The closest thing
was when I had sucked his cock. He wiped the cum from the
dildo and tasted my juices. The guy was a spellbinder!
And to top it all of, the son-of-a-bitch got off without
buying me dinner!
For the next week everyday after work I would meet Robert
at his motel room and upon arrival I would automatically
strip naked and await his arrival. He and I would then go
over the planned events of the fast approaching
anniversary. We choreographed the camera angles, made
sure I had enough film and videotapes, brought my
husband's camcorder and 35mm SLR camera to the room and
thoroughly discussed all possible reactions my husband
Joe might have when confronted with what we had done.
We made plans accordingly and on the big day I was to
prepare myself for the nights activities at the motel
room as Robert and I checked the plans one final time. We
also "practiced" sucking cock. I would give Robert a blow
job every day twice or three times an evening. He said it
was only fair. He was giving me what I wanted, which was
to please my husband. It was only right I give him
something he wanted... to tide him over until "the moment
of truth as it were"... namely a blow job, besides being
a novice cocksucker!
The week of my anniversary I took off as vacation. This
was good because I had a very difficult time hiding my
emotions and I didn't want anyone including my best
friend Sharon to know what I had been up to. If I had
been at work I am sure someone would have seen the
tension between Robert and I and put two and two
together. A side benefit was it gave me plenty of time to
prepare for my first out of marriage Fucking. I was
looking forward to it and was dreading it at the same
time. I felt like I was two different persons caught up
in one body. Of course, I was!
By the time October 7 rolled around I had become quite
comfortable being naked in Robert's presence and I had
even learned to like sucking his cock! Will wonders never
cease? When I woke up that morning I had butterflies and
B-52's in my stomach again. I was nervous. I hoped my
children and husband didn't notice. I had arranged for my
kids to go to their grandparents after school so the
house would be empty for my husband and I to party in
upon our return from dinner.
At least that was the story I told my parents when I
asked them to take the kids. Joe went to work and I made
sure everything was ready at home. By noon I had worked
myself up into a frenzy. What the hell was I doing? Was I
some kind of a nut? Was I crazy? What was this going to
do to my marriage? I had no answers. I only knew one
thing. I was afraid.
I went to the motel by a round-about route as usual.
Robert was there when I arrived at 3pm. I had brought
everything I needed for the night. I would leave from
here to meet Joe at his work at 7:00. I would get ready
at the motel, bathe, apply my makeup, and dress, all in
the presence of Robert, my soon to be new lover.
As I did so he kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to
go through with it. We had gone over this ground before
and I assured him I did. He told me again and again over
the past two weeks that I could back out at anytime. I
told him I wanted to do it. I can tell you now, that I
was very indecisive... I was afraid but my body
overpowered my mind and made me do what I, what Robert
and I had prepared.
Just before I left to meet Joe, Robert stopped me at the
door and told me to open it, which I did, and step
through it to the walkway under the porch overhang. Again
I did. Robert told me one more time that I did not have
to go through with it. I had one more chance to call it
off. I told him I was not going to do that. I had made up
my mind. I told him I had come so far in so short a time.
I was not going to chicken out. Of course, this is what I
was telling him. Trying to act much more assured and
confident than I was. In reality my knees were jello and
I was unsure as hell.
"Mary Deanna Benton, I want you to understand something.
When you return and come back through this door, you will
be naked. When you cross the threshold it will be too
late to stop. There will be no stopping me then. Do you
understand? It will have gone too far. I won't stop. If
you enter this room again. Clothed or naked as planned, I
am going to Fuck you. Neither you or your husband Joe,
will stop me. If he likes the idea or not. If necessary,
I will beat his ass and rape you! When you come in
here... in all of your holes... your lovely ruby lipped
mouth, your tight round ass and your hot married, white
mother and wife Cunt... YOU WILL BE FUCKED!!!"
"I understand, Robert," I said and left.
The entire time I drove to Joe's work and during dinner I
kept hearing those words over and over and over... You
will be Fucked!
Sharon had listened to the events unfold with rapt
attention, not saying a word, just nodding her head as if
to say, "Go on girlfriend."
I continued on, indicating that brought us to dinner and
I was trying heartily to not act nervous. Robert had
wanted me to flash the Maitre 'D and any other patrons or
employees I could. During dinner, unknown to Joe... I had
unbuttoned the linen coat I was wearing and allowed the
patron on the backside of Joe to see I was naked from the
waist down. I was so excited I was sure Joe would notice.
I just tried to keep a sweet look and smile on my face.
Apparently I was successful, he never noticed or said
anything until I told him later. I had the chance and
when I came back from the ladies room I opened my coat
and flashed the Maitre 'D and the wine steward. Both had
amazed but happy smiles on their faces when I did that.
They both came to the table and I was afraid they were
going to say something to Joe about what I had just done,
but they both just smiled at me and the steward poured
more wine. The Maitre 'D mentioned to Joe something along
the lines of, "Your wife is dressed beautifully, "Cest
Man.
I had Joe drive us to the motel, still unaware of
what I had arranged for him. Once there I got out of the
car and quasi-hid in the shadows while I unbuttoned my
linen coat. Then I told him I was going to give him his
Anniversary present and threw off my coat, stepping into
the moonlight. Joe's breath was taken away when he saw me
standing there totally naked save for my high heels and
nylons and jewelry.
I asked him if he wanted his gift and naturally he said
yes, clearly expecting he was going to be screwing me
shortly. I then cautioned him and made him promise on our
wedding vows, that once we entered the room he was not to
interfere, or try to stop what was about to take place.
He was confused but he promised and I moved to the door,
opening it and waited a second, knowing full well this
was the decisive moment. I could still back out, call it
off. I knew my marriage would not ever, ever be the same
once I stepped across that threshold. Robert's words rung
loudly in my brain... "YOU WILL BE FUCKED!"
I looked at my husband, asked him if he was coming then
stepped through the door. The rest as we say is history.
Robert came out on cue and began fondling me, then he
forced me to my knees and made me suck his cock in front
of Joe. He really did a number on me though. He rammed
his whole cock down my throat and face fucked me, cumming
in my mouth and throat. He came so much he almost drowned
me!
When he was finished I had cum all over my face, in my
eyes and ears, in my hair, dribbling down onto my tits,
all over my hands. I looked at my cum covered hands. My
engagement, wedding and anniversary rings were dripping
with Robert's cum and jism. The rings Joe had put on my
fingers himself 15 years ago and tonight too.
Before Robert came in on cue I had had Joe strip too. I
didn't want him to be dressed while I and Robert were
naked and fucking. I couldn't believe it, I looked at Joe
standing naked with a king-size hard on. I knew he liked
what he had just seen and more was to cum! I had wondered
about Joe when he had said he loved me, but I saw
something in his eyes I was unsure of. I wondered how he
was really handling this? Robert wanted me back and I
pressed my body against him and we kissed a lot. He felt
me up and fingered my pussy.
I was so hot he made me cum several times just standing
there being French kissed and having my pussy and clit
manipulated. I was weak kneed and laid on the bed and
spread my legs for Robert. A practiced move like most
everything else we had done and were going to do, so the
video camera we had set up could get good shots of the
action. I was quite comfortable with the "show" so far
and when I lay on the bed... I could honestly say I
really was enjoying myself and wanted Robert to Fuck me.
First he ate my pussy like it had never been eaten before
and again I climaxed... several times.
It was at this point that Robert indicated he was ready
to Fuck me. I had Joe come over to us and made him ask
Robert to Fuck me. He actually did it! I was astounded!!
Robert said he would but I really doubted it until I
heard Joe say the words. Robert and Joe had taken an
instant dislike for each other and it is a significant
sign of how much Joe wanted this to happen, for him to
literally ask Robert to Fuck me. And Robert DID Fuck me.
Without wasting anytime I was being fucked hard fast and
deep and I asked Joe if this was what he had dreamed
about. Joe said it was and professed love for me, but I
could see something behind his eyes wasn't right. Robert
fucked me in the ass then again in my pussy and shot
loads of cum in both. I was in heaven. I had no idea how
good a really good fuck was! Until now. I loved every bit
of it and every inch of Robert's beautiful Black Cock. I
couldn't get enough of it.
We were laying there and Robert was still in me and I
happened to look at my husband Joe. I thought there is my
husband. He has just seen his wife of 15 years get fucked
in her mouth, ass and cunt. He is standing there,
Naked... I saw cum dripping from his cock and saw a large
satin on the floor near him. I realized he must have cum
heavily for that much to puddle. He is really turned on
about this.
My husband... gave his wife to this Black Stud to fuck!
And fuck me he did. So very very well. I knew I had to
have more... tonight. I looked at Robert and then back to
Joe and back to Robert and back to Joe. A weird totally
far out, and very unconventional thought sprang to the
forefront of my consciousness. Looking at Joe, I thought,
Joe is my husband, and Robert, this gorgeous hunk of
Black Stud... so snuggly tight with his cock buried deep
in my cunt soaking in our combined juices and cum...
is... is my man. And I am his Woman! I am Joe's wife, but
I am Robert's Woman!!!
I tried to express this thought to Joe and make him
understand how it was. I loved Joe. I truly, truly loved
Joe. He was the father of my children. I was his wife,
his very loving wife. Hadn't I just proved that? Proved
that by allowing Robert to Fuck me in all of my virgin
holes while he watched and photographed and even
videotaped me? Hadn't I? I saw Joe wasn't buying into it.
He said he was, but the look in his eyes was clear
disbelief. Now Robert he did buy into it and he did
believe it. I had also proven that to him too. I had
proven to both of them with the same acts, but one was
accepting it, the other wasn't. I then really really knew
my married life was in for some very rocky ground.
I didn't bore Sharon with vibrant descriptions of my
sexual ecstasies. She knew! I could tell in her eyes she
knew. I did tell her how Robert and Joe had had a minor
struggle fighting over me and that I knew Robert had let
Joe win the point. I even was able to get Joe to thank
Robert for Fucking me!!!
But Robert won the round by making me promise to meet him
on Saturday and spend the night with him, without Joe.
Sharon's eyes really raised at that! I told her of the
ride home and going to bed unfucked by Joe. The first
time on any of our anniversaries he didn't fuck me! I
related the scene when he came home and of our strained
relationship and trying to appear normal to the kids. She
wanted to know about Saturday! I told her quickly I had
spent not only Saturday night but all day Sunday and most
of Sunday night till midnight with Robert without coming
home after I left on Saturday.
She was impressed with my description of the fucking in
the utility bath and the subsequent scene with Joe.
Episode 3
Mary Deanna's Halloween Fuck
Chapter 1
Wednesday Dinner
I have been fucking Robert for a little over two months
now. Two of the most sexually wonderful and satisfying
months of my life. What had started out in my mind, and I
am sure in Joe's, was a one night stand, but the best
laid plans of mice and men... well... now, I am getting
fucked by Robert at least two nights a week, usually
Wednesday and either a Friday or a Saturday. I am also
getting it on at least one night by my husband. Sexually,
I am satisfied, pleased with the fucking I am getting,
even the one I get from my husband which, before Robert,
had been uninspiring, but was now much more energetic and
inventive. Competition does have an effect.
It is almost Christmas and the relationship I have with
my husband Joe is strained, even if he is fucking me on a
weekly basis, there is the problem of our weekly
Wednesday dinner with Robert at our house. Let me regress
a bit. My first "date" with Robert and without my
husband, Joe, was the Saturday after My Anniversary Fuck,
as Robert refers to it.
I spent the night and the next day till midnight with
him, fucking a large portion of the time. But not all. We
did spend a lot of time just talking between sexual
bouts. Talking about everything in my life... Robert was
becoming an expert on me and my life. Just before I left
to return home, Robert told me he wanted to meet the rest
of my family... my children, and see my home. He told me
to have Joe call him and invite him over for dinner on
the following Wednesday, the 14th. Which was exactly one
week after My Anniversary Fuck. Joe would have none of
it! He told me he didn't want Robert coming into our
house in no uncertain terms.
I was finally able to convince him to make the call. I
was there and Joe dialed up the number and when Robert
answered Joe just said, "You're invited to dinner,
Wednesday, our house 7:00 PM." No lead in or nothing no
small talk. I didn't realize Joe had nothing he wanted to
say to Robert other than... "Stop Fucking My Wife!"
Robert arrived promptly at 7:00 Pm and per his
instructions I sent Joe to let him in... make small
talk... get drinks... etc. while I was busy in the
kitchen fixing dinner. Joe was not having a good time,
but when I came out I could tell Robert was. He was
enjoying Joe's state of barely concealed anger, confusion
and disbelief that his wife's young Black lover was in
his home and was an INVITED guest. Dinner was not a
smooth thing. The kids were home as instructed and they
knew something was not right. Robert made no advances
towards me, no innuendoes, no improper touching.
Everything was so above board it was almost sterile. By
8:00 dinner was over and the kids were on their way to
visit with some friends. The house was ours for about the
next two hours.
I was sitting on the couch next to Robert when Joe came
back in from seeing the kids off. Robert had his arms
around me and I was leaning back into his chest. Robert's
hands were fondling my tits and my head was tilted back,
my skirt up around my upper thighs as I had hiked it
upper Roberts request. I wasn't wearing any panties or
bra, again at Robert's orders. Robert was looking at Joe
who was looking at Robert feeling me up.
My husband told Robert he'd "appreciate his keeping his
hands off of my wife." Robert answered him by suggesting
that we let me decide if I wanted them there or not. Joe
looked at me and seeing I was obviously enjoying Robert's
caresses just said that it was clear the deck was stacked
against him any way so why bother. Good thinking Joe. I
felt bad for him looking at us... we began to kiss and
neck and in a few minutes we were both naked on the couch
and I was sucking on Robert's Cock... delicious!
Joe sat there and watched but didn't watch. He didn't
pretend to ignore us... just focused his eyes somewhere
else. I was getting real hot and wanted Robert to fuck me
right there on the couch, but he said no, not yet and
told me to take him to our bedroom.
I led Robert upstairs and into our bedroom, with Joe
following like a puppy... after picking up all of our
clothes. He didn't want the kids to see them if they came
home early. Joe objected as I pulled down the covers and
made the bed ready for sex. There was a real deeply
pained look in my husband's eyes when he realized Robert
was going to fuck his wife in our marriage bed, in the
very bed where all three of our children had been
conceived.
I KNEW what he was thinking, as I was thinking the exact
same thing. A part of me rebelled at the idea. But
another part, a stronger part wanted me to be fucked in
this bed... and to have my husband Joe witness it. I
walked over to Joe took his face in my hands and kissed
him softly and gently on his lips and told him I was his
wife and loved him. He quickly replied... "my wife... but
not my woman... anymore?" I lowered my eyes and shook my
head no... not anymore, and then rejoined Robert in our
bed.
For the next two hours Robert and I passionately fucked
ourselves silly. I sucked his cock, he ate my pussy, he
fucked me in my pussy my mouth and my ass. He deposited
two loads in me within 20 minutes. He was not pacing
himself... he gave it to me furiously and I took it
wantonly, screaming in delight whenever he brought me to
orgasm with his mouth, fingers or cock. Of course this
was often. It was good the kids were out of the house.
There was no way they wouldn't have heard me.
My children came home at 10:30ish and went directly to
bed. Joe met them and told them I was already asleep. At
that exact moment he was telling them... I was straddling
Robert and riding his cock slowly... quietly, as not to
let on to the children that their mother was whoring for
a Black man in her own bed, in her own house. Joe came in
and watched us for a while then lay down on the floor
wrapped up in a blanket and tried to ignore us. Fat
chance that!
Robert and I fucked way into the night... resting then
fucking then sleeping then fucking. Joe awoke(?) at 6:00
in the morning, showered and started fixing breakfast for
the kids. Robert and I slept in till after they had gone.
Then we fucked again and Robert filled my pussy for the
5th time.
Just as Robert finished depositing his latest load in me
Joe came in. I was laying on the bed on my back totally
naked with my legs spread obscenely, giving an
unobstructed view of my freshly fucked quim with Robert's
seed oozing from between my labia.
Joe looked at me on the bed and Robert standing near me
and shook his head and then said, "Mary Deanna, look at
yourself. Here you are in our bed, your cunt spilling his
cum from it and you have no shame for the fucking you've
done all night. YOU are a whore!"
Robert spoke sharply, "Well, Joe, if Deanna is a whore,
then its your fault. You made her what she is."
Joe rebutted, "How in the fuck do you figure I am
responsible?"
Robert said, "If you hadn't let your wife know of your
secret desire for her to fuck a Black guy, she never
would have. But because of the love she had for you she
did, and now she has found out she likes it. That's good
for her and bad for you. And now you're pissed. Tough
shit Joe. I don't like you and it makes me feel good to
know I have taken your woman from you. That's right,
Deanna is my woman now. She may be legally your wife, but
she is MY woman."
Joe looked balefully from Robert to me... I lowered my
eyes not being able to look him in the face. Robert
continued, "See Joe, she can't lie to you. She's my woman
and she knows it. I took her Joe. I took her from you
with these"... and he held out his hands... "and
these"... pointing to his lips and tongue... "and
these"... he grabbed his cock and balls. I took her by
fucking her better than you ever did. I took her by
giving her what YOU can't give her... a Big Black Cock!
I've only fucked your wife on three different occasions,
but in those three I have done more with her, she has
given me her body in more ways than she ever gave it to
you, I have fucked her better than you have done in
fifteen years of marriage. She's my woman now because I
took her by the Right of CONQUEST. Isn't that right
Deanna?"
I looked at Robert and Joe then nodded and said, "Yes
Robert I am your woman now."
Joe was seething with anger, he was barely holding it
in... I was afraid he would go over the top, loose all
control because of the harsh way Robert was treating him.
I thought of the gun Joe kept in his closet, just a few
feet away. Robert then spoke of how it was clear I had
chosen him as her lover and was going to fuck him in her
own home in her own bed, even when her children were
there. I lowered my eyes in shame at Joe's glaring look.
Robert said new arrangements must be made.
The 2 for 1 was out, and he felt every Wednesday he
should come for dinner and then fuck me in our bed.
Robert told him if he wanted to watch or not, it was up
to him, he could even join in if he wanted... but then he
changed his mind saying it was better Joe watched and
videotaped us fucking. Robert further described our new
situation as that on either Friday or Saturday...
sometimes both... I would go out with him somewhere.
Needless to say, I liked the idea and Joe hated it. He
told Joe to think on it and call him at work when he had
decided to accept. Joe said what if he doesn't accept?
Joe was told he would accept, because even though his
mind rejected this situation, his body was loving it.
Robert said think on it... even though you hate me
fucking Deanna, your cock is hard when I do. You like it
alright. Your mind is just fucking with you. Robert told
him besides, he had no choice, as I had already accepted
the new arrangement! Robert then told Joe he had better
run along to work and if he was wondering, he and I had
arranged for us to miss work that morning and we would be
doing a little more fucking while Joe was gone. He asked
me if that was right and I was unable to look my husband
in the eyes and simply nodded yes.
After Joe had left, I asked Robert if he thought he was
handling Joe a little too roughly, as Joe was a proud man
and he was really rubbing his nose into it? Robert
thought about it a bit and said he didn't think so. He
knew Joe was having a hard time handling this but he
thought Joe was more resilient than I thought. Robert
said, "Joe has to get over his pride and ownership of you
Deanna. If he loves you as much as I think he does. Then
he'll come around, if not... well ..."
Chapter 2
Halloween
Joe and I didn't talk a lot for the next three weeks...
just enough to conduct family business. On Friday and
Saturday nights I was "dating" Robert and fucking him at
home in our bed on Wednesday. Our kids wondered why
Robert came over on each Wednesday and we just said there
was "business" to conduct between us... not so much of a
lie if you think on it.
They KNEW there was more to it than that... but we kept
the truth from them. Joe was impassive on our Wednesday
night romps. He dutifully videotaped Robert and I
fucking. We made him do it naked, and we saw his cock was
rigid hard. The tell-tale sign that he really liked what
was happening even if his mind would not admit it. Robert
stayed the night each time and I had arranged to miss the
morning work, not being due in till 1:00 PM.
I had asked Robert to be discreet around the office and
he was as good as gold on his word, not making any
improper references, touching, etc. I was thankful. For
the part of me that was still thinking in conventional
terms did not want everyone to know I was fucking Robert
twice a week. There were enough people who already knew.
I did not need anyone at work other than Sharon to be in
on my secret. Of course that was doomed from the
beginning, but I was trying to stave it off for as long
as I could.
On our "dates" Robert would take me to his favorite Black
bar and show me off to his friends... it was clear to all
I was his new "whore" as that was the way his friends
referred to me. Afterwards he would take me to the motel
and fuck me all night and into the next day... sometimes
I wouldn't come home till Sunday afternoon or even later.
I realized I was addicted to Robert's Black Cock. I HAD
to have it and would do anything to get it... I was to
learn how far I would go very quickly.
On Halloween night, a Saturday, I was with Robert as
usual and he told me we were going to a party at a
private home. I had been told to dress in a costume... he
was the Devil. How appropriate I thought... I was told to
dress as an angel. Robert gave me my costume which he had
purchased. It consisted of a very thin and quite
revealing white negligee with a pair of wings on the back
and a golden halo resting on my head, and silver high
heels on my feet.
I told Robert I couldn't go in public wearing this, as it
showed everything... I was almost nude in it. He told me
I WOULD wear it because if I didn't, I could forget ever
getting any more of the cock he knew I loved so much! I
looked at him and cried because I knew I was beaten. I
would do anything he asked just so he kept on fucking me.
When I walked into the home there were only Black people
there... no whites, no Hispanics, no Asians. There were a
few Black women, most very pretty. Everyone had some kind
of costume on... even if it was only a mask. No one was
dressed scantily... only me. It was clear I was "on
display." I was embarrassed and blushing all over, they
all were making lewd comments about me and talking about
fucking me. I was scared silly.
I clung to the only familiar thing I knew... Robert. For
about an hour there was nothing but talk, then Robert led
me into the bedroom and told me to undress. I did as he
asked even though the door was wide open. I asked him if
he was going to fuck me now... here? He said I was going
to be fucked but not by him. I stepped back with my hand
to my mouth...
I knew what he had in mind... but I was so aghast at the
prospect. I asked him, what he meant... knowing full well
what his answer was going to be. "Deanna, I think it is
time you found out what it was like to be fucked by more
than one man at the same time. I have arranged for you to
fuck some friends of mine. I am sure you will enjoy it,
if... IF... you let yourself. You will have to forget
your long held thoughts on this and just enjoy the
pleasures of multiple cocks in you."
I told him, "Robert please don't make me do this...
please. I beg of you." He told me he wouldn't dream of
forcing me to do it. I had the right to refuse and if I
asked he would take me home immediately. But if I did, I
wouldn't ever get another inch of his cock again! I
looked at him and told him I couldn't believe he was
doing this to me... I told him, I was "his woman" and
didn't that mean anything to him?
He said he was glad I was his woman and if I was his
woman then I will do as I am asked if I wanted any more
of his cock. Tears streamed down my face as I begged him
again to just take me to the motel and fuck me. He said I
will fuck you as much as you want... after. I knew I was
beaten, I couldn't resist him. I meekly asked him where
this was to happen and who would see it? Robert said
right here in this room and only those actually fucking
me would see it... well except for the two would be
videotaping it. I shrunk... withered inside... thinking
two men are going to videotape me getting fucked.
Robert finally said... "Well? What's it going to be
Deanna?" I wiped my eyes and tried to standup straight,
but I was shaking with nervousness when I told him, "Lets
get it over with." Two pretty Black women immediately
walked in with two camcorders... they had obviously been
listening from the hall.
They were followed by two naked men who stood beside me.
Their cocks were hanging semi soft and were as Black as
coal. The girls started the videos and Robert narrated,
introducing me by my real name, saying who I was married
to and telling the camera that I was going to get my
first gang bang fucking. At this the two guys began
touching me and fondling my breasts and groping my ass
and running their hands between my legs. I was really
afraid.
I had never had more than one man doing me and this was
so unreal... so frightening, but so very erotic! I could
feel myself getting wet just thinking about being fucked
by these men. I tried to will myself to relax... but I
was very tense. They put me on the bed on all fours and
one stood in front of me and stuck his cock in front of
my face... I opened my mouth and he fed his shaft between
my lips. The second one put his face against my wet quim
and licked and tongued and fingered me.
Part of me didn't want to acknowledge this was
happening... but my body responded as the pussy-licker
began to excite me. I began sucking the guy's cock in
earnest and was finding it very pleasant to have a cock
in my mouth as a tongue penetrated my pussy. Robert told
me to enjoy and walked out of the room. I began to
panic... I wanted him here... he was my link... my safety
blanket. I felt a hard cock pressing against my labia and
felt it cleave them and slip in me slowly... I gasped
involuntarily. I was being fucked! My new lovers fucked
me with little technique but lots of stamina and desire.
I on the other hand became very aroused as my inhibition
against two sex partners crumbled. I started enjoying the
feeling and thought, "This is not so bad... in fact its
pretty good." I put more effort into sucking the cock in
my mouth and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. No
sooner had he pulled out than a new cock was offered to
my mouth... I felt the cock fucking me let go and shoot
sperm in my pussy.
It was rapidly replaced by another new cock. I was not
aware that Robert was sending new men in as soon as one
blew his load in me. Finally, I was so wrapped up in
sucking cock and being fucked Dog style that I lost count
and reference to when new cock entered me... until. Until
a nasty voice spoke in my ear. "Hello, Mrs. Benton. You
don't know me, but your husband does. He got me fired.
But I am getting even now... I am fucking his 'devoted
and proper wife', and he doesn't even know. But he will!
For what seemed like hours I was fucked dog style...
missionary... me on top... every which way. I couldn't
keep track of how many men fucked me... I only knew I was
getting royally fucked. I was hot, turned on with the
idea of so many men fucking me. I came many times...
sometimes screaming... sometimes whimpering... sometimes
I talked hot and nasty when they did... other times I
said nothing.
I only knew I was thoroughly enjoying my gangbang, and
the only thing that would make it better was for Robert
to fuck me. But he didn't... yet I remember riding one
particular cock... long, maybe 10+ inches and thicker
than Roberts. Each time I came down on it I could feel it
press against my cervix. I thought when he comes in me...
there is no way I cannot help but get pregnant, as he
will be planting his sperm right where it needs to be for
conception! I shook with another orgasm as I thought of
being pregnant with his Black Baby. I was sure Joe would
kill me!
As the fucking got hotter I felt a third pair of hands
touching me... I knew I had a 3rd lover and prayed it was
Robert. It wasn't. I was straddling a well hung Black guy
when #3 touched me every where and eventually moved
behind me and shoved his ebony phallus against my
asshole.
Now I was nearing sensory overload... I had a cock in my
mouth fucking me wildly... another in my pussy and a
third trying to enter my ass. My asshole screamed in pain
as this huge cock penetrated my sphincter and entered my
bowels. Through the erotic fog, I realized I was the
recipient of a triple penetration! I screamed as loudly
as I could... with a big dick in my mouth... "God Yes!
Fuck me, it feels so Good!!!
Through the course of the evening I had been fucked by 12
men... Robert later informed me, each had cum in me
multiple times... all of my holes had been well used, and
I had submitted to three triple penetrations. Robert said
he was surprised but not so very surprised at my capacity
for sexual fulfillment.
He stood me in front of a mirror. I had rashes all over
me from my body being used by so many men... my vulva was
swollen and bright red, I had cum -jism semen and sperm
everywhere... in my mouth on my face, in my hair, on my
eyes and in my ears. My pubic hair was soaked and matted
with it... my pussy and ass both dripped with the loads
of 12 men oozing forth. And I had the glow that only a
very well and thoroughly fucked woman had. Robert was
very pleased. He led me out to the car with my angel
costume in my hands... saying it was time for me to be
returned to my husband.
He dropped me off at the curb and told me to get out...
it was 3:00 AM... I didn't think anyone would be seeing
me. I walked up to my home and the door opened and I went
in to my husband Joe... newly gang banged... and
strangely... proud of it!
Joe took one look at me holding my "angel" costume in my
hands wearing only my shoes, and I could see in his eyes
that he knew what I had done. How could he not? I was a
real mess. He just asked, "How many?" I was embarrassed.
I didn't want to tell him. "3, 4, 6, a dozen he asked? I
nodded finally and he said, "12 men fucked you tonight
Mary Deanna?"
I whispered, "Yes."
"All Black, unprotected" he asked?
I again whispered, "Yes." He had the most terrible look
in his eyes... the most pain I had ever seen until then.
"Why? Why would you let something like that happen?" he
inquired hotly.
"I wanted it," that's why Joe. Its as simple as that. I
wanted it" Joe looked at me with what I saw as
undisguised revulsion. "You Fucking Whore! You let 12 of
those Black Bastards fuck you and you have the temerity
to come home to me and your children with their cum still
in, and on you? You Fucking Nigger's Slut, get out of my
sight!"
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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